Page 19 of The Dalgur’s Pet

Giselle took in a deep breath, taking stock of her body, assessing each part one by one. Yes, she was sore, her stomach aching and her core throbbing with pain. There was a burning from the slash at her side, hurt dotting across her ass where Thase had gripped her.

She turned to face him, trying to understand his intention.

“You won’t hurt me, will you? I… I can’t take anymore.”

It was true. Despite the thrill of being fucked like that and the powerful orgasm that Thase had forced upon her, her body was weak, her muscles spent.

“I will not hurt you, sweet human. I will be good.”

She wasn’t sure whether it was the lilt of humor in his voice or the smirk on his face, but everything in her told her not to believe him.

Still, she really had no choice. She was at his mercy, and maybe he could relieve her pain—at least a bit—before taking her again.

“Okay,” she acceded, trying to still her trembling body.

Vrix was gentle, pushing her onto her back and crouching over her like a predator lying in wait.

“Where do you hurt, precious one?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he gazed into her eyes.

“Here,” Giselle said, gesturing to her stomach.

She pointed out every aching part—her thighs, her back, the mark on her side, the bruises on her ass—pausing for just a moment before brushing her fingers across her entrance.

He nodded, moving to her lower body and straddling her legs. Anticipation crept through her like a vining plant, wrapping its tendrils around her as she awaited his move. Was he going to go get some medicine? Some sort of balm to soothe her pain?

Without a word, tentacles extended from Vrix’s body, coiling out of his arms and chest and stomach. They slithered across her like rubbery snakes, one even squeezing underneath her so it could brush along her ass. Another penetrated her gently, while still more latched onto her stomach and thighs like lampreys, suckers appearing on what had once been smooth appendages.

Giselle blanched at the sight, purple tentacles hooked up to her body like some sort of absurd IV, but before she could protest, there was the sweet sensation of relief. The ache in her stomach and back subsided, the red slash on her side disappearing before her eyes. Even the throbbing pain in her tender interior faded, the muscles in her thighs relaxing.

In less than a minute, Vrix was done, unlatching from her body and retreating his tentacles back into his own skin. She let out a small gasp, and he smiled down at her.

“Feel better?”

“Y-Yes,” she stammered, eyes still wide with confusion. “How did you do that?”

“Our sensory appendages are for more than just reproduction. I helped you sleep when you were upset and can heal minor injuries.”

“If you can heal people, why didn’t you help the other humans?”

He shook his head.

“Unfortunately, they were beyond repair. But we have learned our lesson since then.”

Beyond repair? The words turned her stomach. He kept saying they’d learned their lesson, but had they really?

“What’s going to happen now?” Giselle asked, not taking her eyes off of him.

Even as tension coiled in her stomach, she was not ready for another round, not ready to be hurt again, no matter how much pleasure mixed with the pain.

“I will give you a bath,” Vrix stated with a cock of his head, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Vrix had let Giselle stay in bed while he filled the tub with warm water, before scooping her into his arms and bringing her to the bathroom.

“It’s not too hot?” she asked, steam rising from the still water.

He chuckled, setting her into the tub before answering. The water was pleasantly warm, soothing her skin without burning her.

“I told you, sweet one, we have learned our lesson.”