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REILY

I lay on Gary’s bed, my chest heaving, my wrists still bound behind me with those damn apron strings.

The lace digs into my skin, but the discomfort is a distant echo compared to the heat pooling between my legs.

Gary looms over me, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched.

I can see the storm brewing in him—anger, desire, something deeper I can’t quite name.

“I’m still angry with you,” he growls, his voice low and rough, like gravel under a heavy boot. “This changes nothing. You still have much to atone for, and I am going to relish punishing you.”

Don’t threaten me with a good time, I think, biting back a smirk. My body’s already humming, my skin tingling where he touched me earlier. I want to snap something sarcastic, but the gag muffles my words, leaving me with nothing but a muffled grunt.

Gary doesn’t waste time. He pounces, his weight pinning me to the bed, and his lips crash against my neck.

His teeth scrape my skin, sharp enough to make me gasp, but his tongue soothes the sting, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

My back arches involuntarily, pressing my chest against his.

His hands are everywhere—groping, kneading, possessive.

He grabs my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I let out a strangled moan into the gag.

“You’re mine,” he mutters against my skin, his breath hot. “Every inch of you.”

I can’t argue, even if I wanted to. His mouth moves to my breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before he sucks hard, and I nearly come undone right there. My hips buck against him, desperate for more, and he chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through me.

“Patience,” he rasps, pinching my other nipple between his fingers, tugging just hard enough to make me whimper. “You’ll take what I give you when I give it to you.”

I don’t know if it’s the roughness in his voice or the way his hands dominate my body, but I’m trembling, every nerve on fire.

He shifts, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress, and then I feel him—thick, hot, and insistent.

He slides inside me in one smooth motion, and I scream into the gag, my body convulsing around him.

“That’s right,” he growls, his hand wrapping around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air but enough to remind me who’s in control. “You’re mine. Take my cock and learn to love it.”

I think I already do, I think, my mind fracturing under the intensity.

His shape is different, unexpected, but it’s good—so good.

There’s a ridge along his length that presses against me just right with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

I’m panting, sweating, my hips moving in time with his, chasing that edge.

Gary doesn’t let up. He fucks me with a raw, primal intensity that leaves me breathless.

My orgasm builds, coiling tighter and tighter, until it finally breaks, and I shatter beneath him.

My body clenches around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I lose myself in it, my mind blank except for the feel of him.

When I finally come back to myself, I’m still trembling, my breath ragged. I open my eyes, blinking up at him—and freeze.

It’s not Gary anymore.

The man above me is gone, replaced by the same scaled monster I saw earlier.

His eyes are still red, burning with the same intensity, but his face is different—sharp, angular, covered in dark red scales.

His teeth are bared in a snarl, and for a second, I think I’m dreaming, hallucinating from the intensity of what just happened.

My eyes widen as I take him in—his face, his scales, the sharp ridges of his jaw.

For a second, I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or if this is real.

His eyes, those same burning red eyes, flicker with something I’ve never seen in him before—fear.

He’s frozen, his body stiffening above me, and then he starts to pull away, his cock sliding out just enough to make me whimper into the gag.

No. The thought is instant, primal. I don’t care what he is.

I don’t care if he’s some kind of alien or monster or whatever the hell this is.

I just know I don’t want him to stop. My legs are the only part of me not tied up, so I act fast, wrapping them tight around his waist and yanking him back into me with a force that makes him grunt.

“Mmph!” I mumble around the gag, my hips bucking up to meet his. I’m not letting him go. Not now.

He stares down at me, his scaled face twisted in confusion for a moment before he lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.

His hands slide down to my thighs, his claws— claws —digging lightly into my skin as he snaps one of my garters with a sharp, playful flick.

I yelp behind the gag, my body arching into his touch.

“Very well,” he growls, his voice deeper now, rougher, like the growl of a predator. “But now that you know my secret, I might have to keep you as my pet forever.”

I can’t help but laugh inwardly. Pet? Sure, Gary—or whatever his real name is—thinks he’s in control, but the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the one who’s got him wrapped around my finger, tells a different story.

My first thought is practical, almost absurd: Well, I’d have to go home at least some of the time to take care of my mom, but I could get into that.

Then it hits me—this man, this thing , is not human.

He’s stronger, faster, and probably more dangerous than anyone I’ve ever met.

But instead of scaring me, it just makes the heat between my legs burn hotter.

He starts moving again, his thrusts harder, more deliberate, like he’s trying to remind us both who’s in charge.

The ridges along his cock—because of course he’s got those too—drag against me in a way that makes my toes curl.

Every snap of his hips sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I’m panting, screaming behind the gag, my body trembling on the edge.

“You’ll learn to love this,” he snarls, his claws digging into my hips as he pulls me even closer. “You’ll learn to crave it.”

I already do. My body’s on fire, every nerve alight with need.

When he comes, it’s with a roar that shakes the room, his cock pulsing inside me, the sensation so intense I nearly black out.

My own climax hits me like a freight train, my body convulsing beneath him, my screams muffled but no less desperate.

He collapses on top of me, his weight crushing but comforting in a way I can’t explain. One hand still clutches my breast possessively, his claws flexing against my skin as he catches his breath. I’m still trembling, my body humming with the aftershocks, but I don’t want to move. Not yet.

Gary lifts his head, his red eyes locking onto mine.

The tenderness in his gaze catches me off guard—something soft and vulnerable that I didn’t think he was capable of.

His clawed hand cups my cheek, the rough texture of his scales against my skin.

It’s strange but not unpleasant. He hesitates for a moment before pulling the belt from my mouth and gently removing the panties that had been gagging me.

I open my mouth to say something—What? I don’t even know—but he silences me with a kiss. It’s deep, claiming, and it steals my breath all over again. His tongue tangles with mine, and I forget everything else—the scales, the claws, the fact that he’s not human. All I feel is him.

Then, without warning, he flips me onto my stomach.

My heart skips a beat, but he’s not rough.

His hands work quickly, untying the apron strings that bound my wrists.

The moment I’m free, I rub at the soreness, the ghost of the restraints still clinging to my skin.

I’m too stunned to speak, too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

Gary pulls me close, my back against his chest, his arm draped around my shoulders.

My head rests on him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

I trace the scales on his belly absently, marveling at how they feel—smooth but firm, like polished stone.

He doesn’t stop me, doesn’t flinch. If anything, he seems to relax under my touch.

The silence stretches between us, heavy but not uncomfortable. Finally, he breaks it with a soft, almost hesitant voice.

"Go ahead," he says. "Ask."

I lift my head, meeting his eyes. "Ask what?"

He gives me a look, half exasperated, half amused. "You know very well what I’m speaking of."

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "What happened to you? Is this some kind of side effect from one of those longevity treatments you billionaires are into? Or did a rival businessman try to poison you but turn your skin scaly instead of killing you?"

He laughs—a full, genuine laugh that surprises me. It’s deep and rich, filling the room in a way that makes me smile despite myself. I like the sound of it. It’s warm, real, and it makes him seem... less alien.

"I’m almost afraid to disappoint you with the truth," he says, still chuckling. "Your ideas are so creative. But I am from another planet."

I blink, processing his words. "Wait, seriously? You’re not messing with me?"

"No," he says, his expression serious now. "I’m Vakutan. My real name is Guvan. This form—" He gestures to his scaled body. "This is what I truly look like. The human guise is... a disguise."

I stare at him, my mind racing. It’s not the answer I was expecting, but somehow, it makes sense. The strength, the strange texture of his skin, the way he moves—like a predator. It all clicks into place.

"So, what, you’re like an alien spy or something? Here to take over the world?"

He snorts. "Nothing so dramatic. I’m here to protect it. My people are at war with an enemy that threatens more than just Earth. I was sent here to ensure their influence doesn’t spread."