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This is so crazy. I shouldn’t be giving myself to him like this. Alarm bells are ringing in my head, but not nearly as loud as the arousal between my thighs.
It’s been too long since I got laid. I’m vulnerable to a dominant male who knows how to seduce me into submission. Equs fits the bill in Every. Single. Way.
He hunted me down, captured me, and now his big alien hand is cupping my pussy, holding me like he owns me. Every beat of the horse rocks my tender sex against his grip.
I try to get my brain back into some kind of sane gear. I don’t think he’s going to hurt me. I think the noose is off the table, so that’s good. But it’s also obvious by the thick cock pressing between my butt cheeks and the hand snugging my pelvis back against him that he has carnal plans for me.
For a second time, he starts to work me toward another release. He knows how to make me quiver. He has discovered the power of my cunt, and it is almost more than I can bear.
Once. Twice. Three times, those talented alien digits work my pussy into a soaked frenzy. I have lost track of where we are going. My eyes are half-closed against the sun, allowing me to focus on the many waves of sensation and, yes, shame, coursing through my body. I know I shouldn’t be letting this happen - but that just makes it hotter.
In the midst of Equs’s generous distractions, I barely notice that we’re back at the place we started until he eases me down from the saddle, humming with a carnal release. I feel so fucking good as he leads me tenderly by the hand toward an empty round pen.
My orgasm-addled brain doesn’t even consider that this might be an issue. I’m not thinking about what’s going to happen to me. I’m thinking about what has happened, on the primal ache which continues to make my inner walls clench against the cock that isn’t there. Yet.
“In you go. Good girl.”
He’s putting me inside the round pen. Okay? That’s weird. The pen is pretty well covered with branches. It’s kind of like how we do it at home, less visibility means fewer distractions for the horse. I’m still not getting what’s happening, even as he closes the gate behind me and secures it with a chain.
“Hey… what!?”
I give him a look of something like betrayal. Isn’t there some kind of sexual contract which says you can’t confine someone who just orgasmed for you?
“Why would you put me in here?”
“You’ve stolen horses from me twice, Blaire. You’re a flight risk. I’ll be keeping you safely penned.”
“Until…?
“Until you’re broken to my will.”
I let out an outraged guffaw. “Broken? What does that even mean? I’m a person. Not an animal. You can’t train me like a horse.”
He looks down at me through the wooden bars of my new prison. I think I see a dash of pity in his dark eyes. “I think I can, my sweet human filly.”
Three
Equs
She paces her enclosure, wary and unhappy. If she were a horse, she would be calling for her herd. Instead, she curses me. I can hear her muttering under her breath, speaking the old tongue with admirable fluency.
We understand her because she speaks the tongue of our ancestors. Some of the words have been lost to us, but the general gist is understandable enough.
I have conquered every inch of this planet. There is not a lord who does not owe fealty to me. All have bent the knee. Those who refused fertilized the soils of my world with their blood.
Now I will conquer her.
The pen has inadvertently been adapted for a human captive. Usually, these pens are much more simple, but because of the wildness of some of the local stock, it has been made taller. The vertical stakes mean she cannot climb out of it. She will live there until I am certain that she is thoroughly broken to my will.
I will keep her like an animal because I know how to keep animals. And humans, for all their arrogance, are nothing more than beasts.
I retreat to my tent, where my warriors are gathered for a briefing. We are out here in an effort to patrol my lands. There have been rebellions popping up all over the place, rebellions I intend to dissuade with my presence. I am bringing a new law to Epona Prime, and all will submit.
“You intend to show mercy to the human?” Carrous, a general of mine, asks the question with somewhat disappointed tones. Left to his own devices, Carrous would murder his way across this world until there was nothing left to oppose him. There would also be nothing left to rule, the great flaw in his grand plan, and part of the reason I am king, and not he.
