Kept by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 5)

My nipples harden to points and my pussy clenches as I gaze up at my dominant master.

Mate.

Zander’s horns thicken and tilt in my direction, his irises turn more purple. “Here’s what’s going to happen, little slave. I’m going to warm your ass because I told you last night I wanted you to rest this planet rotation and you disobeyed. Then I’m going to ride you until you’re begging for release. And when I finally let you come, you’re going to be so satisfied you fall right to sleep. But if for some reason you wake up and get off the hoverdisk before the young requires her next feeding, we’ll start over. Me turning your ass the color of my skin. You taking my Zandian cock until you scream, and then more sleep. Understand?”

My cheeks heat and I drag my lower lip through my teeth as I nod. “Yes, Master.”

Zander’s eyes gleam dark purple. He fists my hair. “Up, then, little human. Time for your punishment.”

Zander

The scent of my mate’s arousal fills our chamber. She’s softer and more beautiful than ever, her role as mother and queen giving her not the proud regal edges my mother wore, but something far more yielding. Receptive. Feminine. And yet no less strong. Her softness makes her the most adored figure on our planet, not only by her own species, but also by mine, who have mostly embraced the idea of taking humans as mates. There are still those purists who believe we should seek another way to keep our species from extinction, and those who believe the humans’ food requirements will destroy our planet’s resources, but for the most part, my species are content. We have our planet back. We are gradually acquirin

g females and breeding. Still not enough yet, but we will get there. We cannot arouse Ocretion suspicion that we’re mating humans rather than enslaving them or there will be conflict.

I settle on a hoverseat and lift her from her kneeling position. Beautiful female. Her body is softer than when I initially bought her. With her agriculture knowledge and my wealth, we’ve managed to find and grow many original Earth-based crops. Lamira’s body has filled out with abundant food. I squeeze her plump ass before bringing my hand down sharply.

She gasps. It’s been a long time since I’ve spanked her, besides the slaps I deliver here and there to excite her. My cock lengthens along my leg in anticipation of really getting her writhing over my lap.

I start slowly, rubbing in between, glorying in the way she tenses and releases, her sharp intakes of breath. Then I increase in speed and intensity. Harming her is never my intention—just delivering the good kind of hurt. The kind that sends her rocketing to climax. Her skin begins to pinken under my hand, but I don’t stop. I want to take my time this planet rotation—make sure she’s truly worked over and satisfied so she can get some much needed rest.

Her gasps turn to whimpers, and her hips writhe in the most intoxicating way over my thighs. My cock thrusts against her hip, eager to join the party.

“Zander,” she gasps. The sensor on my cuff flashes—she’s close to orgasm. I don’t need the sensor anymore. I can read my mate; I know the scent of her arousal, the dilation of her pupils, the sound of her cries. But it entertains me to keep it—the readouts from her body always on me at all times. It keeps me from worry for her safety too—I can check her vitals and location at any moment.

“Your primary duties are to me and our young,” I lecture, spanking a little harder. “And we need you well-rested and healthy. If your king says you require a nap, you will obey, understand little slave?”

“Yes, Master,” she gasps. “Oh, please, Zander.”

I know she’s not begging me to stop, but to go on.

“If you are weary, the rest of the planet can wait. You will delegate your duties and take time for yourself. Am I clear?” To make my point, I deliver five hard spanks, and she shrieks in alarm.

I flip her up to straddle my lap, cupping her hot cheeks in my palms. “Am I, love?” I murmur softly, allowing one of the sensitive tips of my horns to nuzzle into her silky hair.

“Yes, my lord.” Her expression shows desperation, pleading.

“Ready for your vecking?”

“Yes, please.” Her tone is sweet and small. Pleading.

I can’t stop the feral grin that stretches across my face. “Good girl.” I pick her up and carry her to the hoverdisk—the floating oval platform we sleep on.

I lay her down and drag my horns across her breasts, down her belly. I use one horn to nudge her clitoris, and she grabs my head, rubbing against it.

I growl. “Veck!” It’s too much. My own need rises like a wild beast. I fall on her, clamping my hands around her delicate wrists and pinning her down. With one brutal thrust, my cock spears her.

Her pleasure cry makes my horns throb even more. I thrust so hard, her body slides across the bed covering. I shift to clamp a hand at the place where shoulder meets neck, so I can hold her in place.

“Take it, little human,” I growl, even though she offers no resistance. Even though she lifts her legs to wrap around my back and pull me in even harder.

“Yes!” she gasps. “Please, Zander.”

I veck her brutally, my control undone with her breathy cries. Nothing but the need to dominate my mate, to give her every measure of my lust, overtakes me.

My rigid horns pulse, hard as stone. “Now, beautiful. Come, Lamira,” I order.

Her green eyes lock on mine and there’s an exquisite pause, like the space between breaths. Then we both come with the explosion of a supernova. I don’t stop thrusting hard the entire time, my rainbow-hued cum filling her tight squeezing passage and spilling out between us.