Page 5 of Aliens Snared My Heart (Awakened Womb #3)

5 / Paz

Well, that’s one way to discover a new kink.

When Levi first crashed our ship on Eukaria, I’d imagined terrifying outcomes: being eaten, turned into pleasure slaves, getting sacrificed and killed... Then the Maeleons turned out to be a village of vegetarian, consent-respecting lizards who didn’t engage in corporal punishment, and all those fears vanished.

Until I became Kur’tok’s captive. He was like an anti-Maeleon. He vocally wanted to eat me. Kill me. He put a literal collar around my neck, forcing me to be his pet—and eventual snack.

And I was super weirdly okay with that.

Not the killing part, obviously. But I didn’t actually think Kur’tok was going to murder me. If his goal really was to end my life, he would’ve done so by now. I saw how he treated his other pet, Kookee the pandar. He was kind and gentle with the shaggy alien beast. If Kur’tok cared for one pet, maybe he’d care for me, too.

Besides, there was something about the way he glared at me that awakened an inkling of hope that he might be my—

“Prey-pet!” Kur’tok called.

I jolted at his deep, booming voice, like heavy bass that made everything vibrate. Including my cock.

“You don’t have to shout, Kur’tok. I’m standing right beside you,” I reminded him.

Kur’tok pursed his scaly mouth. It always amazed me that, despite looking rigidly reptilian, Maeleon mouths were surprisingly flexible.

“I am not shouting. This is my normal volume,” he grumbled. “I'm tired now. I’m returning to my den. You will come.”

I held back a snarky remark about how I’d almost done that earlier. Thank god none of my friends were around to witness that shameful scene. The way I squirmed in Kur’tok’s lap with a huge boner was fucking embarrassing. But I couldn’t help myself. What was I supposed to do? Stay limp while a hot alien felt me up with his silky tentacles?

Whatever. I was weak-willed and horny, and on top of that, I literally just discovered that being collared was a kink of mine. Sue me.

Kur’tok held my leash as he led me into the den. The smooth stone interior was cooler than the warm air outside. I shuddered at the sudden temperature change.

I glanced up at my captor. I still didn’t know exactly how far I could push my boundaries, but Kur’tok was surprisingly amenable to questions.

“Is this where you sleep?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Is this where I’ll sleep, too?”

He grunted like that was obvious. “Yes, prey-pet.”

I rubbed my arms. “Right. Just so you know, it’s kinda cold in here for a human.”

Kur’tok whirled, frowning at me. “Cold? How weak are you?”

“Super weak,” I confirmed. “Especially while naked.”

Kur’tok curled his lip to expose fangs. “You will not wear that garment again. I forbid it.”

He sounded pissed. I noticed that any mention of the Maeleon village sent him into a tizzy. I had a feeling there was a lot to unpack.

“Is that because Linn’ar made it for me?” I ventured.

He sneered. “Yes. You are mine. That fruit-eater’s craft will not touch you.”

Despite everything, his possessiveness thrilled me. It felt good to be desired to the point of jealousy.

Maybe a bit too much jealousy. But we could work on that.

Kur’tok’s red gaze swept over my nude form. “Also, I need to see your body at all times.”

My cheeks turned hot. “Y-you do?”

“You are my prize,” he snapped. “It is natural to view and enjoy you.”

I could’ve fanned myself. Toxicity aside, Kur’tok would make an awesome dom back on New Earth. Too bad I didn’t realize I was into that stuff until ten minutes ago.

Kur’tok grunted as he surveyed his den. Unlike any other Maeleon den I’d seen, his was full of junk. Mostly fur and bones, hunting weapons made of wood, and a collection of random shells. The village Maeleons didn’t own possessions, but apparently Kur’tok did.

And I was one of them.

He shoved everything aside, clearing a path to the back corner of the den. The sunlight didn’t reach the stone here, and it was even colder. I shivered, hugging myself. Freezing was also a boner-killer. Now that I was no longer horny, all I could think about was how cold, hungry and tired I was. Homesickness seeped into me.

“Prey-pet Paz,” Kur’tok said gruffly. “What’s wrong with your face?”

I lifted my head. I must’ve frowned and looked upset. I tried forcing a smile. “I’m just cold... and hungry. And tired.”

Kur’tok grunted. “You are fragile.” He stated it as a fact, not an insult. “Stay here. Do not even consider running.”

“I won’t,” I promised. I was way too exhausted to bother, anyway.

To my shock, Kur’tok dropped my rope leash and left the den. Either he was utterly convinced I was too weak to escape, or he trusted me to stay put. Maybe both.

I sat on the icy stone floor and hugged my knees to my chest. My breath came out shakily from the cold. Looking around the den, I noticed there was no thick sleeping branch. Didn’t Maeleons usually cling to those while they slept? Did Kur’tok sleep on the freezing floor? No wonder he was so grumpy.

My mind wandered back to the Maeleon village. Did anyone notice I was gone? Was anyone looking for me? Did anybody have a clue I was trapped in the clutches of a rogue bad-boy Maeleon?

Heavy footsteps alerted me to Kur’tok’s return. He dumped an armful of items unceremoniously on the floor.

“Why are you balled up like a pill-insectoid?” he asked.

I hugged myself tighter. “I’m freezing.”

Kur’tok hesitated. “I don’t like cold food.”

Suddenly, he was on the floor beside me, his thigh touching mine. I sucked in a breath. I hadn’t expected him to get so close to me. I wasn’t scared, though—more pleasantly surprised.

He snatched a couple items with his tentacles and dragged them towards us. One was a big fuzzy blanket the size of a tablecloth. He draped it over my shoulders. It was heavy and carried a thick animal scent, but it instantly warmed my frigid bones.

“It’s made of shed pandar fur,” Kur’tok explained gruffly. “You will stay warm.”

I blinked gratefully at him. “Thanks, Kur’tok.”

He grunted like a caveman, then shoved the second item in my face. It was one of the pink fruits I’d seen earlier. The fruit-bearing trees must’ve grown all around the area.

“I have no meat to feed you,” he grumbled.

That confirmed my suspicion. Kur’tok was a carnivore, or at least omnivorous. Why was he so different than the other Maeleons?

“Eat,” he commanded, pressing the fruit to my mouth. Of all the things I expected him to shove against my lips, a fruit wasn’t one of them.

“Okay, okay, I’m eating.” I opened my mouth to take a bite, then paused. “By the way, is this one of those aphrodisiac fruits?”

Kur’tok scoffed. “No, prey-pet. You are lecherous enough.”

A startled laugh bubbled out of me. “What? Lecherous? You’re the one who’s got me captured, collared, and tied up like I’m the heroine of a smutty romance book.”

Kur’tok’s eyes momentarily flickered to my neck, flashing with intrigue. Then his long snout inched closer as he growled, “Eat.”

His warm breath ghosted across my face, making my heart leap. One bite from those fangs and I’d be toast. I was grateful Kur’tok liked me enough to keep me as a pet... for now.

My stomach rumbled. As I bit into the fruit, hunger took over. Its juices ran down my chin, but I didn’t care. I scarfed the whole thing down until only the pit remained.

“You are messy, human,” Kur’tok complained.

Before I could apologize or ask for a napkin, Kur’tok’s long tongue shot out of his mouth and lapped up the fruit juice staining my face.

I stopped breathing and went still. My temperature skyrocketed. My limp cock bolted back to life.

Kur’tok’s tongue was hot and wet. My skin tingled where it touched me, sending tiny jolts of electricity sparking over my naked body. The way he licked me was domineering and confident, but also careful and thorough. By the time he was done with me, I was clean—and hard.

My throat constricted. “Um... thanks.”

Kur’tok grunted, which I’d come to expect by now. “What other problems do you have?” he demanded.

It was kind of cute how he aggressively offered to tend to my needs.

“I’m tired,” I admitted. “I’ve been walking for hours, and my feet hurt.”

“Then sleep,” Kur’tok ordered, as if I’d pass out on command.

I hesitated. While I would’ve loved to sleep, my recurring boner was an obstacle. I knew from experience I couldn’t drift off while hormones raged in my blood.

“I might have to... take care of myself first,” I admitted.

“I am already taking care of you,” Kur’tok snapped.

Right. I forgot that I had to go easy on the euphemisms with Maeleons.

I cleared my throat. “Let me rephrase that. I’m... aroused and I need to come before I can sleep.”

A glassy sheen flickered across Kur’tok’s eyes. He dropped his gaze between my legs, regarding my erection with undisguised interest.

“Hmph,” he said. “Then come.”

Hearing him order me around turned me on harder. I swallowed, feeling my heart beating rapidly in my throat. “Unfortunately, I’m not one of those people who can do that on command.”

Kur’tok leaned in. His voice dropped to a low, husky growl that turned me weak. “You will do it when I command.”

The order sent a sizzling pulse across my skin. I felt dizzy with pleasure. I couldn’t think except to crave release—and I wanted it by Kur’tok’s hand.

“Can I... touch myself?” I asked, then mustered the courage to ask for what I really wanted: “Or you could touch me instead.”

Kur’tok huffed hot breath from his nostrils. His eyes flickered to my cock, then to my face again. I could tell he was dying from curiosity. I was a brand-new creature for him to play with, and I was completely bent to his whims.

“Fine,” he spat, like it was a chore, although his burning eyes and excited motions betrayed him.

I gasped as Kur’tok’s hand closed around my cock.

“Not so rough,” I said.

His grip eased to a comfortable hold. “You are too weak, prey-pet,” he muttered. “Every little thing hurts you.”

“Yeah, and your hand’s on the most sensitive part of my body. Be nice to it, okay?”

“Don’t tell me what to do, flesh-bag.”

He said it like he didn’t care, but his cautious, gentle hand job proved otherwise. He obviously took my warning to heart. I shuddered into his touch, rocking my hips forward to chase that sizzling sensation. My breath came out in shaky puffs.

Kur’tok suddenly stopped.

“Why are you wriggling like that?” he asked, somehow sounding both angry and concerned. “Even this hurts?”

“No, no,” I said, smiling. “It feels good.”

His scaly brows knitted together. “You writhe because it feels good?”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

He watched my face for a moment as he committed that new fact to memory. Then he resumed his slow, steady pace. The feeling of his unusually warm scales against my cock felt divine. I hadn’t been touched by anyone else’s hand in ages, and paired with my newfound kink of being collared and dominated, it was a thousand times better.

Plus, the hunky sexy alien doing it to me was a big plus.

I leaned back and spread my legs, giving Kur’tok more room to work his magic. Hot pleasure thrummed in every inch of my body. I was already turned on before he started touching me, but now it was pure fireworks. Tiny moans spilled from my lips as I squirmed and bucked into Kur’tok’s hand.

His reactions were adorable. He stared at me like a cat hunting a cornered mouse, utterly focused and bristling with excitement. His feelers floated in the air, pulsing with rings of pink. Was he turned on, too? It was impossible to tell with Maeleons until they took their junk out of their cloacas. But judging by his tense posture and sparkling eyes, signs pointed to yes.

“It twitches in my hand,” Kur’tok said.

I nodded, breathing hard. “I’m close.”

“You are going to come for me.” A statement, not a question.

Another spike of pleasure rolled down my spine. Fuck, was he trying to be sexy? If so, it was working.

“Yeah, I am,” I murmured.

I wanted to stave it off, savor the moment as much as I could, but it was impossible. The unintended foreplay up until now was too much to bear. My pent-up sexual frustration hit its peak.

With Kur’tok’s collar draped around my neck and his hand wrapped around my cock, I came hard and loud. My moans echoed in the cavern as I rocked my hips furiously, seeking every last bit of ecstasy.

Kur’tok’s mane of feelers floated higher. His eyes lost their sharp edge as they widened in fascination. Was I imagining it, or did he actually look happy?

With a final groan, I collapsed. Kur’tok caught me with his tentacles so I didn’t fall flat.

The prehensile limbs were both powerful and silky-soft. Being held by his tentacles felt like floating in the world’s most secure waterbed.

“Thanks,” I said, still breathless.

Kur’tok gave me a classic grunt in response. He held me upright for a few seconds before withdrawing his tentacles, and when he did, I was uncomfortably aware of their absence.

“Now sleep,” he ordered.

I nodded, already veering into unconsciousness. The warm, soft embrace of the pandar-fur blanket and the cavern’s darkness lulled me closer to sleep. It had been a long—and wacky—day. My brain desperately needed to slap the snooze button.

Maybe in the morning I’d figure out why I liked being Kur’tok’s captive so much.