Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Feisty little human brat,” I growl, pinning her in place and swatting her cheeks with the palm of my hand. I need to be careful not to hurt her, but this part of her body is very padded. When my palm meets it with a swift slap rather than a hard blow, I see her cheeks bounce and almost immediately turn pink.
She lets out a sound that is not a wail of despair or pain, but instead a giggle of amusement. Does she find this funny? Does she feel no pain as well as no obvious fear? I doubt it. Such a creature would present never-ending danger to itself.
“You are in my territory now,” I tell her, swatting her again, watching that delicious bounce and lovely pink hue deepening. “And you will obey me in all things. You will make amends for the damage you have done here. You will…”
“Oh my god, shut up,” she laughs again.
I am not getting through to this obstinate creature. But that does not mean I intend to give up. She will submit to me before I fuck her. She will beg for my cock through tears of contrition. My hand is not the only thing that can be used. I happen to have on my person a saurian switch. This is a leathery piece of a native species of cane, about a foot and a half long. I carry it more as a symbol of my station than anything. I very rarely have any reason to correct someone tender enough to be affected by its bite. It is made to be felt through a saurian’s rough scales. This human will certainly feel it on her soft, bare flesh.
Pulling it from the snug little holster at my side, I cut the air with it, making the switch sing. If she knows what is coming from the sound, she does not react. She stays where she is, unable to get up, unable to directly defy me, trapped in place, waiting for a kind of treatment she has clearly needed and deserved for a very long time.
“Let’s see if you laugh now, little human,” I growl, before swinging the switch down across her cheeks, finding the very center of her pertly exposed rounds.
SNAP!
“Ow!”
I see a very satisfying pink line appear immediately, along with an even more satisfying gasp of pain.
“So you are capable of feeling something,” I say. “Perhaps if you had tried the path of contrition before this moment, you might not now be suffering as you are.”
I repeat the treatment, laying another line underneath the first. Every fibre of my being wants to fuck this human, but I have to have her in the right mental position first. I will not wrestle with a smirking, smug, resistant mate. I will force her submission, make her find the part of herself that is soft, and willing, and ready to give into the bond of mating.
“Monster!” she curses.
“Yes. Of course. But more than a monster, I am alpha. I am master. I am the one who is always obeyed.”
I punctuate each of these revelations with another one of those harsh swishes. I am barely putting any strength into this. The implement does most of the work, creating raised red lines across the entirety of her cheeks from top to bottom, all the way down to the tops of her thighs. Once begun, the punishment has its own momentum. She soaks it up the same way a desert soaks up rain, complaining at first, but then beginning to gasp and cry out and moan. I notice that none of this is doing anything to make her arousal abate. If anything, the tender flesh between her thighs that I already felt squirming on the head of my cock is now even more engorged and puffy, gleaming with wet human need. I was right to follow my instinct.
Putting the lash down before I start drawing blood, I flip her over on the countertop and spread her legs wide, inspecting the fresh, soft territory I am about to claim. She looks up at me with those big, round eyes, with just a hint of gleaming moisture absolutely radiating desire. Her face is flushed, and her hips are still performing that repetitive gyration, lifting her sex to me over and over in a constant invitation.
I take that invitation gladly, surging into her with a single powerful thrust. That little part of her that put up some resistance to begin with breaks away in an instant. I see a slight wince, but nothing more as her mouth falls open in an expression of erotic shock.
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” I growl as I slide my cock back out of her. It emerges gleaming, my scales catching the light in a new way as she coats me with her need. She feels incredible. She feels like she was made for me, like her body was created as a hot, tight, wet, and yielding vessel for my desire.