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Raine
I can’t believe how much that single stroke hurt. The very instant that cane landed on my flesh I felt a bolt of pure agony claim every inch of me. Now, held in Avel’s arms, wrapped in his wings, that heat and pain continues to echo through me. I have to come. I have to feel real pleasure. It’s like running cold water on a scald. I need the opposite of the thing that hurt me.
“Please, please…” I hear myself whimpering and begging for climax as I squirm all over his cock. Avel obliges me by stroking me up and down harder and faster, making me take his massive girth, branding me with the lust of his scaled rod.
There is something so perfect about this moment, something terrible and wonderful and absolutely transcendent. I am dependent on him. I am adored by him. I love him with every bit of my being, and his punishment continues to drive me onward to desperate orgasm. I grip his shoulders, my teeth finding his neck, and I hold on tight, tooth and nail, as the most powerfully overwhelming wave of pleasure suddenly erupts over me, washing through my body in a torrent that eradicates every bit of feeling besides itself.
My juices are coating his cock as he starts to come almost immediately, his orgasm triggered by the ferocity and insistence of mine. My pussy is gripping him tight, my every muscle contracted with desire. He fills me as he must, his wings wrapping around me, cocooning me in erotic privacy as we both recover from the most powerful climax of our shared lives.
Avel
My much-loved human mate now lies on the punishment bench again, slaked with sweat. The pain of the hard lash has been somewhat expunged through orgasm, her cells discharging the tension with each of those shuddering throes of climax. Her eyes are only half-open. She cannot keep her lids all the way up. She has been exhausted by her ordeal.
“One last thing,” I tell her.
“No. No more,” she begins to whimper, anticipating some more punishment.
I pick up the last leather tool I intend to use today. She sees it and her whimpers turn to whines, but she stays still. That might be obedience, or it might more likely be her inability to move in the wake of such a bone-shaking climax. Her eyes do widen as I bring it closer to her, and I see a flash of recognition, then relief.
“This leather is not designed to hurt you,” I tell her. “It is designed to make you mine.”
“They took the last one from me.”
“I know,” I say. “They had no right to do that, just as they had no right to do anything they did to you. They have all been punished with death, and you shall enjoy a long and happy life.”
I return the collar to her neck, along with the rest of the harness that allows me to keep a hold of her when I need to. This is even better made than the first one I put on her. This has been custom crafted in the same fashion as my enforcer’s uniform, carved with scaled designs and marked with the saurian legends for her name.
“This harness will never come off you, and you will never be out of my protection again,” I promise her. “Everything is forgiven, and forever is beginning.”
EPILOGUE
Lettie
I am hiding in bushes. Hiding is what I do. Sometimes it feels like half the Mare doesn’t know I exist. Truth is, I like it that way. If nobody could know I existed ever, that would be absolutely fine by me. It would be ideal. I’ve dedicated my life to being two things: stealthy and dangerous.
Right now, I am crouched behind two very large saurians speaking in rough accents to one another. They are looking through a screen lens large enough that I can see through as well. With the naked eye, it looks as though they’re just looking out over the city from the wilds. Through the screen lens contraption they have activated, they can see a lot more. The city is lit up with thousands of tiny dancing lights that must represent some form of electricity or energy. It’s fascinating and beautiful, and I cannot appreciate it at all because a creeping feeling of pure dread is starting to run through my veins.
“You heard the doctor when we questioned him.” Wrath grins. “Mating humans could result in hybrids. And hybrids breed fast, do as they’re told, fit into smaller spaces, are more agile, and more importantly, have no official rights in saurian society. The alpha’s law only applies to saurians. That’s why they’ve been able to take the humans as they please. It’s the same as taking anything, isn’t it. Same as picking up a lizard and making it a pet, or dashing its brains out on a rock and turning it into a snack. They can be used.”
“There’s a ship full of human wombs. We’ve seen it docked just outside the city. They think they’re invisible, but they’re not. Maybe the alpha can’t see them, but our surveillance frequencies make the thing light up like another moon.”
“Could be males on board.”
“Good. Males can be slaves. Females can be breeding stock. They’re all ours for the taking.”
The saurians hoist big cannon-type weapons on their shoulders. At first I am not worried, because they look like they’re probably small missiles, and they won’t touch the Mare. She’s armored pretty heavily.
Then I notice something else. All the shoulder cannons have a thick lead from the rear. There’s no actual missile loaded. They’re not what I thought they were. They’re not primitive weapons loaded with projectile ammunition. All those leads go back through the undergrowth.
I sneak back, following them through the forest to find a great big humming power bank on wheels. I didn’t see this until now because this is the direction the saurians came from and I was trying to avoid being caught.
“Lettie to Mare,” I whisper into my communicator. “They can see you, and they intend to shoot you down. Ascend into orbit immediately.”
“You won’t be able to transport back to the ship if we do that.” I’m not entirely sure who it is behind the comms, because the connection is rough and I have a hard time distinguishing voices sometimes. That means I don’t really know who I am about to yell at. Well, whisper-yell at.
“They have a fucking energy weapon aimed at you. Move NOW!”
I’ve never given an order before. It feels quite interesting. It also feels very hopeless, because there’s no way for me to tell if it has been followed. I can’t see the ship. One good sign is that comms have dropped, which does suggest they’ve moved.
