Page 7 of The Dalgur’s Pet

She tried to latch onto something, anything, but only succeeded in dragging the sheets to the floor with her.

At least they cushioned her fall a bit, though she didn’t have a moment to be thankful before the alien righted her, setting her on her knees before him.

He wrapped a clawed hand around her throat, jerking her gaze up to meet his.

“Be a good little pet, or I will have to collar you.”

Giselle’s heart was thudding in her chest as the other slid off the bed and ambled over, eyes darting to the one who held her.

“I thought we agreed, no collar. You remember what happened last time⁠—”

“Silence, Vrix. I will do what I must if our pet cannot behave.”

So, Vrix was the nice one and Thase… he was the other one.

Vrix gazed down at her, brushing her hair with a fanged grin.

“You will not like the collar, sweet human, so it would be best to do as Thase says.”

The words sent a shudder through her body as she knelt before the two aliens, hazel eyes wide with terror.

“She cannot host our offspring, so she will have to be useful in other ways,” Thase growled, shifting his hand to the back of her neck, claws tangling in her hair.

Host their offspring?

Horror gripped her with icy talons, sharper than the claws scratching at her neck.

“Please,” Giselle begged, pressing her palms together as she glanced between the two aliens. “Just… let me go home.”

“Home?” Vrix asked, cocking his head. “This is your home now, sweet one.”

As her wide eyes pleaded, something else drew her attention. A slit at Thase’s crotch, spreading as a solid domed head began to protrude. Nausea bubbled at her throat, her skin crawling as a great length extended from the opening.

“Open wide, pathetic little human.”

The enormous purple cock brushed against her lips, Thase’s grip tightening around her neck as he forced her towards him. Despite the fear racing through her, warmth settled in her core, a heat spurred on by the tight grip at her neck and the foul words from the alien’s mouth.

Vrix observed as Giselle parted her lips, letting Thase press his cock past them. That same salty sweet musk of the tentacles filled her mouth, and she swirled her tongue around the head out of instinct, a little trick that used to drive Anthony crazy.

Thase groaned, his eyes shutting and head reeling back as he pushed in farther, tears burning her eyes and pressure building in her throat.

Vrix extended a rubbery tentacle from his arms, letting it run over her bare breasts, stiffening her nipples into peaks as Thase began to thrust. It took everything in her power to focus on breathing, trying not to choke as the alien fucked her mouth.

“Dirty little human, fuck, she takes it so well,” Thase grunted, his cock ramming the back of her throat as her eyes watered.

Giselle pressed her palms to his thighs, needing something to balance her as he used her mouth like a sex toy. His words electrified the arousal pooling in her core, her mind going fuzzy.

Vrix ran his claws through her hair, gentle and sweet, his eyes blazing with rapture.

“You are doing so well, so good for us. Such a good little pet.”

Even as fear made its home in her body, arousal threatened it, like a bulb burning brighter with each thrust of Thase’s hips and each word of gentle praise from Vrix.

Thase removed himself with a groan, jerking Giselle’s face to Vrix’s extending cock.

“She’s a little human slut is what she is. She wanted to be taken, wants us to fuck her, ruin her. Don’t you?”

She gulped, nodding as she opened her mouth, her tongue running along the soft head of Vrix’s cock.