Page 40 of The Dalgur’s Pet

“I-I’m certain.”

The words were difficult to spit out, but she was curious more than anything, even if her cunt ached.

A long, low growl settled in his chest, but after a moment the pressure against her clit subsided. He held her with one hand, scooping water in his other and bringing it to her mouth. Thase cleaned her gently, rinsing the sticky juice from her chin and lips.

“You are…” Thase started, though his voice trailed off before regaining strength. “You are so beautiful. Our perfect little pet. I am sorry about what Vrix did, but I promise it will not happen again.”

A knot swelled in her throat, so tight it almost choked her. Where had that come from?

It had been nothing but hissing hatred from Thase since the moment they met, trying to figure out how he could use her, abuse her. But he had been the one to save her from Vrix, protect her when she most needed it. He’d bathed her when she was weak from the clutches of eggs, had agreed to respect her wishes and not force an alien surgery upon her.

Thase examined her like an astronomer studying a constellation, eyes roaming across every inch of her face.

“You don’t have to forgive us, but please, trust me.”

Trust him? After everything?

Giselle was trembling, even with the heat of the water. His eyes were wet, a look more sincere than any she’d ever seen, human or otherwise.

He didn’t force her to answer, just pressed his version of a kiss to her forehead. When he pulled back, there was a gentle smile on his face.

“Shall we dry off now?”

Giselle was lounging on the mossy ground, watching Thase collect slearo when she felt something slinking over her waist and slithering down her stomach.

“Vrix!” she shouted, grabbing at the tentacle and trying to pull it away, though three more just appeared in its stead.

“Please, Giselle, I’m sorry for harming you. I won’t do it again,” he said, curled on his side with tentacles extending from his chest. “I need you.”

They swarmed over her body, doing nothing to quell the throb of arousal that had been present since they’d both used their tongues on the fruit, but panic quickly overwhelmed it.

There was a growl from above, Thase glaring at Vrix as he stood over them.

Vrix whimpered, retracting his tentacles into his skin and cowering into a ball. A moment later, he let out a horrible scream, his entire body shaking as an electric tremor ran through him.

But this time, it didn’t stop.

Giselle pushed herself up, leaning back on her forearms as her eyes darted to Thase.

“You’re hurting him!”

“That’s the point. He needs to behave.”

Thase’s voice was sinister, his smile wretched.

A moment later, Vrix stopped trembling, a heavy sigh escaping his mouth. It was short-lived, his body convulsing once more with the power of the collar, his eyes hooded, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

He pushed himself onto all fours and she couldn’t take her eyes off of him, tears streaming down his face as he screamed. But then, the screams faded, moans replacing them in an instant, Vrix’s cock extruding from its slit.

It was throbbing, actually throbbing, like it had its own heartbeat as Vrix thrust into some sort of invisible cavern, mewling whimpers bubbling from his mouth.

“Such a naughty Dalgur. A true deviant. He likes the pain. He wants more,” Thase was murmuring like he was in a trance, Giselle bouncing her gaze between the two of them.

Tension coiled in her stomach, her head fuzzy as she watched Vrix shake, enjoyed the way his cock pulsated with desperate need. It was a beautiful sight, his brain as empty as hers was when they used her, when they violated her. She could tell he loved it, punishment turned pleasure, and wondered what the collar would feel like wrapped around her own neck.

Suddenly the noises cut off, like Vrix could no longer speak. His mouth was agape, but no sound came out, just drool dripping from his tongue. His cock was spasming, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away, his body shuddering until a great spurt of cum shot from him. And then there was a deep whine in his throat as he thrusted his hips into nothing, milking himself onto the mossy ground.

Vrix stopped shaking, heaving a sigh as his cock slowly retracted back into its sheath. He was panting, his chest rising and falling, and he still crouched on hands and knees.