Breeding Ground Part 27
A reptilian finger found one of her nipples and began to toy with it, gently rolling it from side to side until it stood hard and stiff. She hated that the d.a.m.n thing grew erect for him, but realized it couldn't be helped when he was purposely playing with it.
"Hmmm..." Malik purred, a deep sound that reverberated in the back of his throat, "You have a pretty c.u.n.t, but you've been a very disobedient little girl. You don't deserve for your king-G.o.d to touch you let alone taste you."
The scent of food was powerfully intoxicating. "Please," Alex said with more force. She just had to eat. If it meant being Pavlov's dog until her crew rescued her from these monsters, then so be it. She'd survived worse. "Please taste my-your-cream."
Silence ensued. Her belly rumbled mercilessly.
She knew he was appeased when a forked tongue snaked out and began licking the folds of her v.a.g.i.n.a. Murmurs of approval filled the dining chamber, congratulating the king on bringing the human to heel so quickly. The words grated, so she ignored them.
His tongue found her hole and penetrated it. She whimpered just a bit as he began to stroke in and out of her, soft, almost sensuous movements that caused an unwanted ball of arousal to knot in her belly. He kept the pace slow and steady-too slow to come, too fast not to grow wet.
She blocked out the sounds of the continual murmurings and chuckles being elicited by the Xandi around her. The ache in her stomach grew and grew. One second the king's tongue was grinding away inside of her and a blink of an eye later he had withdrew it.
Alex gasped when Malik's forked tongue curled around her c.l.i.t and began to suckle. Her hips instinctively flared up, her nipples stabbing high into the air. Those reptilian fingers found her nipples, gently tugging and pulling at them while he licked and sucked on her flesh. She moaned, unable to stop the small sound before it came out.
He sucked on her p.u.s.s.y hard, making her entire body writhe and shake. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s heaved up and down from below his knowing palms as her body steeled itself to come. Relentlessly suckling her c.l.i.t, the king tugged at her nipples harder.
"Oh G.o.d."
Alex popped, groaning as the knot of arousal in her belly exploded. She came hard and furiously, giving him the cream he'd demanded of her. "Oh G.o.d," she moaned again as she convulsed, her entire body shaking.
He lapped up her juices, a purr in the back of his throat as he sucked on her hole. When he was done and apparently satiated his bald head rose from between her thighs.
"Oh king-G.o.d," Malik said.
She blinked.
"You said 'oh G.o.d', but the proper address to me," he arrogantly corrected her, "is 'king-G.o.d'."
Her nostrils flared as their gazes met. "May I sit on the chair and eat now?"
Silence.
And then, slowly and with irritating pompousness, Malik waved a hand toward the chair next to his. "My good little girl may eat now."
"Thank you," she ground out.
The same ritual was repeated twice daily, at morning and in the evening, for an entire week. A hungry Alex was led into the dining chamber, she climbed up onto the table and came for the king before his men, and then she was permitted to sit next to him and eat food out of his hand. She wouldn't be allowed to eat "like a big girl" by herself until she was totally broken and compliant, or what Malik liked to call "civilized".
Other than at meals, he made no move to touch her. She didn't see much of him-only at breakfast, dinner, and when it was time to go to sleep. He kept her next to him in his huge bed all through the night, the lead to her chain firmly in his powerful grasp, but other than lying close to her, he didn't touch, let alone rape her.
For some reason, perhaps because of the dreams she'd been plagued with, that surprised Alex. She could tell he wanted inside of her-all the signs were there. He might be of a different species, but Alex was learning that males were males. His eyes grew heavy-lidded when she was near him, his p.e.n.i.s was always erect, yet he never did anything about it. The only time he s.e.xually recognized her was at meals.
By the end of the first week, Alex automatically went up on the table without prompting. She no longer winced at the perceived humiliation or felt frightened by his touch. After a few days more of this, however, the king upped the proverbial ante.
"I have been kind to you," Malik said as she ate from the palm of his hand. He sounded almost bored. "I have nourished you even though you have failed to demonstrate your appreciation for all that I am and all that I do."
She glanced up and eyed him curiously. She'd done exactly as he'd wanted every day, in exactly the fashion she'd been told to do. She let the servants bathe her, shave her pubic hair, and keep her body slicked down with exotic-smelling oils without a fight. She hopped up on the table before every meal and allowed him to have his wicked way with her without an argument. She slept in his bed beside him at night like a compliant doll. Fail him?
"Show your appreciation of this meal in a way becoming a woman."
Alex's forehead crinkled. She had no idea what he was talking about.
He sighed as though she was a simpleton. "Alexandria," the king said loudly before the a.s.sembled men and their doll-wives.
"Yes?"
"My c.o.c.k is hard. Get on your knees and suckle it until I give you my cream."
She stilled. Her pulse went through the roof. They'd never had intercourse, but she'd felt his erection pressed against her backside every night since she'd been taken from the cage. He might not have penetrated her, but his p.e.n.i.s was always swollen and ready. Because of that fact she knew just how big it was-
Too big.
But that was a trite issue compared to the major one. It was one thing for him to touch her-she could let her mind drift off to another place-but it was another thing entirely for her to touch him. He probably knew that, too.
"Well?" he hissed, as arrogant as ever.
Alex inwardly debated for a long moment. Her hands twisted in her lap. If she complied, she was taking the experiment of Pavlov's dog to a new extreme. If she failed to comply, he might very well deny her breakfast tomorrow morning. As is, he fed her but twice a day-just enough to make certain she'd have hunger pangs in time for the next meal.
Conceding that she had little choice, Alex rose from her seat. She wanted to smack the portentous expression off his face; right now all she could do was daydream about doing it.
"Alexandria is my good little girl this eve," he murmured. "Now kneel before me and take my c.o.c.k into your mouth. My b.a.l.l.s are sensitive so treat them as the treasures they are."
How about if I bite one of them off? Is that sensitive enough for you?
Her jaw tightened. "Yes, my king-G.o.d," Alex grated. She was beginning to get the sinking feeling that her crew would never find her.
And that escape was up to her.
Alex put all thoughts of her crew and being rescued from her mind as she kneeled before the ever-demanding king. She needed to concentrate on the here and now, on getting the food her body needed so that, come what may, she was prepared for whatever fate threw her-rescue or escape.
She took her first good look at his naked, swollen c.o.c.k. She sighed in relief when she realized it was vulnerably smooth, like a man's. It was possessed of more ridges, but otherwise the same. The thought of trying to give a b.l.o.w.j.o.b to a reptilian c.o.c.k had been decidedly unpleasant. This was at least bearable.
On edge, Alex tentatively licked the crown of his big head. Malik hissed, letting her know that he liked it. Her jaw muscles relaxed a bit at the sound and, taking a deep breath, she popped the entire head into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. Immediately, she felt his thigh muscles tense. She began to suck slowly-only the head.
"You look to be enjoying yourself, Great One," a male laughed.
"Hmmm," she heard Malik taunt. "It feels all right, but my Xandi female servants are better at it."
Alex's nostrils flared. For some insane reason, the insult smarted.
All right, b.a.s.t.a.r.d. You want it, you got it...
She pressed his c.o.c.k into her depths, deep-throating him in one smooth motion. He hissed, his sharp claws threading through her hair and holding her face up against his manhood. She sucked hard on his length and retreated at the same time, giving herself some air and him a moan he couldn't help but to elicit. Feeling vastly indignant, and a little dumb for caring, she repeated the movements-smooth glide in, hard suck on the retreat, smooth glide in, hard suck on the retreat.
"Faster," he said thickly.
Alex reached up and began to gently knead his b.a.l.l.s, turning his moan into a deadly growl that rumbled low in his throat. She worked her mouth faster then, sucking his c.o.c.k frenziedly. Her head bobbed up and down in a frenetic motion, sucking sounds penetrating the quiet of the dining chamber.