Every word comes with another slap to my wet cunt, my poor lips becoming hotter and more swollen with every one of his punishing slaps. I spread my legs to allow him to discipline me more. I will never resist this, or him. He’s my master, even if I lack a great deal in general obedience.
Suddenly, he stops.
“You’re not going to come,” he tells me. “I’m not going to fuck you or spank you. I’m going to make you ache with need, instead. Now get on your knees and give me your mouth.”
I do as I am told, my pussy clenching with excitement as Blackmane wraps his fingers under my chin and thrusts his pussy-soaked cock between my lips. I can taste myself just as much as I can taste him. Down here on my knees with him looming over me, I am little more than an object to be used for his pleasure. Why is this so fucking hot? I don’t know, but my pussy is throbbing and I think I’m going to come even though he told me I wasn’t allowed.
“Naughty, badly behaved little brat,” he growls as he fucks my mouth, the head of his cock pushing all the way to the back of my throat and then all the way out again.
“You’re going to learn your lesson," he tells me. “That pussy of yours is going to ache with need, and you won’t have my cock until you’ve earned it. This is what you’ll do. You’ll suck me with this hot little mouth of yours. I’ll keep you with me and push you to your knees whenever I want.”
I come. Hard. I’m not even touching myself, and yet orgasm is taking me over.
“What are you doing?” I don’t know why he's asking the question. He has to already know. I am shaking at his feet and moaning around the hard rod of his cock until finally he comes too, filling my mouth with his seed and making me drink it all the way down.
“What am I going to do with you?” He puts his hands on his hips and glowers down at me.
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Try your best?”
He sighs deeply. “Get up. Straighten your clothing. I’m going to explain this to the faye. I don’t want them thinking they can have you. It wouldn’t be fair to unleash you on anybody else.”
The faye are here in my cell which is becoming very crowded. It was designed to hold one feral princess, not one feral princess, one fearsome warlord, and three hopeful elven warriors.
“Gentlemen,” Blackmane says. “I appreciate your help and your insight greatly, but I have decided I am going to keep Astaria aboard the Dawnhammer. She has grown on me.”
Their smug expressions turn to scowls. Sharp, indignant glares that make the pit of my stomach activate and turn itself into an endless void. I very rarely feel fear, but there is a spike of it now I cannot ignore. These creatures are of my blood, and that means they are more dangerous than we might imagine.
“She belongs with us, barbarian,” Savork says. “She will destroy you if we do not take her. You know that as well as we do. We are not here to ask for Astaria for our own ends. We are here to make everybody happy.”
“You want to lock me away and breed me. I would never be happy with you.”
“Ah, but you would,” he says, his voice softening and lowering, as if to explain something to somebody very young or very, very simple. I cannot abide aliensplaining. “The hormones would…”
He stops talking because he can’t talk anymore, because I just threw a knife at him, a knife that is now lodged in his voice box. I can tell I got the right spot because instead of spouting the most outrageous nonsense, he is now gurgling and grasping at his throat. His pretty robes are getting all covered in his insides. Such a pity.
“You throw knives now?” Blackmane sighs. He’s not shocked. He’s barely even surprised. He’s quite simply resigned.
“He was going to tell me that my hormones would make being a breeding-thing worthwhile. It was offensive. I was offended.”
Savork is gripping his throat while the other faye attempt to help him. If they pull the knife out, it will go very poorly for him. If they leave it in, he has a knife in his neck. It’s not the sort of choice anyone wants to make. He could have avoided it by shutting the hell up.
“Take him to the medical bay. We have a very good doctor who has become incredibly adept at handling blade wounds,” Blackmane sighs.
Savork’s associates drag him off. All that is left behind is a puddle of alien blood.
“I truly thought you’d send me off with them.”