The orgasm caused spasms throughout her bel
ly, then out into her limbs and as far-reaching as her curling toes. The contractions consumed her until she was bathed in a state of bliss.
Galen knelt between her spread legs and panted. Opening her eyes, she saw him concentrating, his face tilted to the ceiling, his eyes closed. The gorilla was moving, fading into the background and in its place, to her relief wasn’t the lion, but the wolf. The ravenous wolf with his yellow eyes.
Flipped over, she was drawn up onto her knees. He had no need to lubricate her pussy and he glided inside with ease.
“Are you ready for your punishment, human?” He accompanied his question with a slap of her sore behind.
“Oh, no, sir,” she lied. Some lies were permissible, she decided.
“No? You’re wet and greedy, I can see it with my own eyes.”
He knocked against her bottom and continued to fuck. On and on, he built her, forcing her close to another climax.
“If you come on my cock, naughty human, you’ll feel my big cock in your tight hole.”
She shook her head. “I’m trying, sir.” She wasn’t trying, not in the slightest; she was giving in. He wanted her. He could have her. Once this orgasm burst out of her, she would yield to him completely.
He smeared her wetness around her flexing anus in preparation. Her excitement grew and she started to come, feeling the ripples spread out from her clitoris and pussy. Even the tingling of the tattoos changing was pronounced.
She held her breath, relaxed her bottom, and opened up to him.
“Good girl.” He entered, pushing aside any last resistance she had left in her and held her waist tight for a few seconds. She exhaled and pushed back against him, allowing him deeper.
“Like that, is it, human?” The grip on her hipbones tightened and he ground against her bottom.
She gave him what he wanted—her submission. Her body. Her love for him. She sank into the bed, and he followed her down. With his weight dispersed around her, he rocked his hips and moved continuously.
A perfect fuck, if such a thing existed. Why this one was special, she couldn’t say. Perhaps it was the mechanics, the angle of his penetration, its depth and the firmness of the strokes. Or maybe it was the kisses he trailed along her shoulder and neck, the odd nip as he tested her meekness with his mouth. He bathed her with his energy, never allowing her to slip away too far from him by keeping her alert and responsive. He demanded an orgasm, and she duly gave it as he spurted his hot seed. She felt the thick liquid fill her with warmth.
A glorious fuck and shamelessly so.
But, nobody knew what she did with him, so did it matter?
Chapter Fourteen
In one week her sister would arrive in New Ayers Rock to start her treatment. In one week, her ordeal would be complete and she would be free to return to her studies, ready to prove her worth to those who’d sent her. In one week, she would leave Galen’s house. Zara was excited about everything except that last thing—not seeing Galen again.
Over the last few weeks things had changed. They talked and talked, which she thought was remarkable for any man, never mind a Vendu warrior turned judge. And those lengthy conversations weren’t just about her life, but his, too. They spoke of adventures and misadventures, their childhoods. The previous night, Zara had mentioned her grandmother, who had been born decades ago.
“She remembers things before you Vendu came, before the great sky battles.” Her granny had been a young girl and the Vendu had razed a few key cities, quickly destroying Earth’s defenses. “She remembers when this was Australia.”
It was forbidden to speak of the continent’s old name. Galen shrugged off her mistake. “That was a long time ago. There are a few outspoken Vendu who believe the Empire should never have called a truce. If we hadn’t, then all of this planet would be ours.”
“But, then,” she said cautiously, “you would never have us. You need us, don’t you?”
She expected Galen to refute the claim that the Vendu were a dying race who needed to breed with humans in order to survive, but he didn’t. However, when it came to the future, especially their future, Galen skipped around the subject. He neither denied nor confirmed the answer to the question, because she knew it anyway.
Yes, she was pleased; things were changing between them, but gradually, as if Galen was carefully navigating a new route. Although she remained confined to the house and grounds, he’d stopped calling her his prisoner in private, they dined together, and to her relief, he allowed her to wear clothes. Except in bed. Her nudity remained a prerequisite for entering the bedroom. So she flaunted it, made her body glisten with oils and her hair shine. With her hips swaying, she would enter the room, kneel and offer up her ass, raising it high as she slid her arms down into position.
If anyone of her friends back home could see her perform the positions of Astra, she would be ashamed. With Galen it was different. She gave him what he wanted. They weren’t dating like a normal couple. The ways of human courtship were a mystery to him. They wouldn’t be appropriate anyway. If she pushed too hard, Galen diverted the conversation down different avenues with a sharp riposte. Such skirmishes left her hot and bothered, knees squished together and almost desperate for him to skip to the naughty stuff and remind her she was his, and all that came with it. Like fucking. God, she loved his fucking.
However, she might not be chained to the bed any longer, but she felt shackled to him in other ways.
“Obey me, little human,” he told her in his strict voice. Perhaps too often.
She might scowl, if she dared. “What if I don’t want to?”