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Chapter24
BRUTE
I wipe awaythe last of Jenny’s tears and kiss her forehead. Through the bond, I can feel her pain as well as her remorse for disobeying me. To my relief, she doesn’t harbor a grudge against me for punishing her so severely.
As I hold her, she occasionally squirms on my lap, and my dual cocks swell harder beneath her bottom. The scent of her arousal hovers thickly in the air, but even if I couldn’t smell it, I would be able to sense her increasing excitement through the bond.
I reach out to her through the tether that binds us and send her a few graphic visions, showing her what I plan to do with her next. She shudders and releases a tiny moan, and her breaths start coming faster.
Once I am certain she’s had adequate time to recover from the whipping, I grasp her face in my hands and press a gentle kiss to her lips.
Are you all right, little female?
She nods.Yes, and I-I am sorry I disobeyed you.
All is forgiven. You took your punishment well and I’m proud of you. Now, are you ready to spread your legs wide for me? Are you ready to feel my tongue caressing your sweet little clit?
Her breath catches.Yes, I’m ready.
With great care, I help her get into the proper position on the bench. Before I allow her to sit on the hard surface, I retrieve a thick, soft blanket from the box and place it beneath her punished buttocks. She offers me a shy smile, and I sense her gratitude flowing through the bond.
Once she’s situated on the blanket, I spread her thighs wide and gaze at her swollen pink parts, so lovely and soaking wet. And the plug.Fluxx. My blood heats as I gaze at the base of the plug that’s visible, a shine of metallic between her punished cheeks. From this position, I also have a view of the welts forming on her flesh. I’d strategically placed each lash, careful not to allow any of them to overlap.
I drag a finger through her folds, then bury my face in her pussy, eager to taste her. Eager to lick and suckle her clit and feel her shatter against my mouth. Her hips rise and she cries out as I set myself to the delightful task of pleasuring her. The sweet pungency of her arousal coats my tongue as I circle her engorged button.
I take her to the brink of a release again and again, only to pull away at the last moment, leaving her panting and whimpering. She sends pleas for mercy through the bond, begging me to let her come. Begging me to stop teasing her.
She tugs on my hair, trying to hold my head in place and force my tongue to remain on her clit. I respond by applying only the slightest pressure to her nubbin, and she jerks her center toward my face with an overly dramatic whimper that causes me to chuckle.
At last, I give her what she’s seeking, and I grasp her thighs harder and lick her to completion, savoring the sound of her moans as she undulates her core in rhythm with my lapping tongue. Shudders rack her body, and once she finally goes still, she emits a blissful sigh and loosens her grip on my hair.
I withdraw from her center and meet her lust-glazed eyes as I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. I sense her deep satisfaction, as well as her exhaustion, and I soon have her arranged in my lap again. Star Gods, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of holding her.
She eventually peers up at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, then grinds herself down on my raging hard shafts. My blood heats and I growl. She gasps when I lurch my center upward, and I sense her surprise over the sting that covers her bottom. She winces, though she continues grinding herself down on my cocks. The welts from her whipping likely won’t fade for a while, and she’ll be reminded of her punishment every time she sits down during the next few days.
I place my lips at her ear. “I want to nourish you, little female.”I want to feed you. I want to send you to bed with a stomach full of my essence.
Pleasure flashes through the bond, as well as anticipation. I thrill at her eagerness to take me in her mouth and swallow all that I give her. Tender warmth spirals between us as I help her into the proper position. I have her sit on the blanket again, then I release my dual shafts and angle the lower one to her mouth.
She parts her lips and I shove inside, going deep and not stopping until I meet the back of her throat. She whimpers around my shaft but doesn’t gag. Nearly every night we’ve met in the alcove, I’ve nourished her, and her skill only keeps improving with time. Not that I haven’t enjoyed watching her struggle to accept my girth in her mouth…
I erupt into her throat, and she swallows like the obedient female she is. I stroke her hair and send her a wave of affection. Then we continue, and I spurt my seed down her throat three more times. She manages to swallow everything I give her, not missing a drop.
Knowing that her stomach is full of my essence satisfies me on an ancient, primal level. I’m starting to understand why nourishment remained a tradition among my people long after the great famine on Darrva ended.
The act of feeding her is deeply intimate, and as I hold her in my arms a while later, I relish the closeness between us. I stare into her pretty blue eyes and feel like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
I think about the repairs the engineers are making to theJansonna. The newest estimate indicates it’ll take two more moon cycles until the repairs are complete and the next batch of females are given to my people. I ponder the dilemma of claiming Jenny. Technically, she’s a few moon cycles away from being old enough to be a Darrvason bride. There’s also the glaring fact that Admiral Tornn says she’ll be kept off the list of brides, that she won’t even be among the final wave of two thousand human females.
But the bond between us… it keeps growing. How will I resist claiming her fully if my ancestral markings start to appear on her arms? The ability to share thoughts and emotions isn’t supposed to occur until long after the formation of a heartbond, which means our connection is happening a bit out of order. It’s possible the markings could appear on her arms at any time.
I remind myself of the mission with which Admiral Tornn has entrusted me. I’m here to watch over the families of the original thirty Darrvason brides. To keep them safe. I’m also here to spy on Captain Warren and his command team, as well as to investigate any other issues that arise, such as the trouble with The Saviors. There are other rebel groups aboard theJansonna—I’ve heard whispers and witnessed the aftermath of skirmishes between dissenters and security officers in the corridors—and I must be prepared in the event of another attack on my people.
I suppress the urge to growl. As much as I long to claim Jenny this very instant, I cannot risk bringing dishonor upon myself. If I fail in my mission aboard theJansonna, the repercussions could affect my people. I think of how many died because of my father’s rash actions, when he’d repeatedly insulted Yelltzin leaders and even challenged them to one-on-one combat. Rather than cultivate peace, he incited violence, and in the end, millions of Darrvasons died, including a disproportionate number of females and children.
“Your thoughts are loud,” Jenny says, and she pulls back to peer up at me.
Fluxx.She knows my secret.
