Page 20 of Tamed by the Alien Warlord

LANZ

S he waits for me—naked and kneeling at the edge of our shared bed, eyes lowered, chest rising with each breath that betrays her anticipation.

My beautiful human.

My soft, brilliant, reckless Georgia .

There are moments where I look at her and feel the fury rise—not anger, but a kind of cosmic hunger. A need to claim her, not just with my body, but with binding, branding, overwhelming worship. Her curves, her fire, her loyalty, her submission —they humble me.

And tonight, I will humble her in return.

“On your knees,” I growl, though she already is. She shivers at the command anyway. Good girl.

I step behind her, letting her feel the gravity of my presence before she sees me. The cords are already in my hands—black silken strands, impossibly strong. I wind the first length around her wrists, slow and methodical. I don’t tie to restrict. I tie to shape.

To exalt .

My claws never scratch, only guide. She leans into my touch like she’s been waiting all day for it. Maybe she has.

“There’s an art to bondage,” I murmur as I loop the cord up her arms, pulling her wrists tight behind her back. “Each knot says something. Each twist, a declaration.”

She nods, silent. She knows I’m in my mood tonight.

I drag the rope up across her back, over her shoulders, crisscrossing in a pattern that forces her chest forward.

Her tits swell beautifully between the loops.

I draw the cord over them deliberately, letting it sink into her flesh, just enough to stimulate, to frame.

She moans softly as her nipples tighten under the friction.

“Look at you,” I say, crouching to admire my work. “Tits like offerings. Bound and beautiful. My little work of art.”

Her eyes flutter shut.

But I’m not finished.

I retrieve the gag next—a matte black sphere fitted perfectly to her mouth. I brush her lower lip with it, watching her tongue dart out in anticipation.

“Open,” I command.

She obeys, and I slide it into place, strapping it around her head with careful precision. It muffles her whimpers. It makes her eyes speak louder.

I lift her in my arms and throw her onto the bed, face down, ass arched, legs splayed helplessly. She gasps around the gag, the ropes biting deeper as she lands. Her body quivers—wet, ready, needy.

“Spread those legs wider,” I say, and when she obeys—gods above—my cock pulses in response.

Her pussy glistens, but that’s not where I start.

No, tonight is about more than taking.

It’s about ruin .

I kneel between her thighs, claws sliding along her soft skin. My tongue—a Reaper’s tongue, long, textured, forked subtly near the tip—flicks out and touches the tight ring of her asshole.

She jolts.

Good.

I drag my tongue over her rim, slow and purposeful, letting the ridges stroke her with deliberate tease. She moans into the gag, hips bucking, body straining against the ropes.

I press deeper, circling, licking, devouring her there. Her thighs tremble. Her hands clench behind her back.

I love how she reacts—helpless, tied, blind with pleasure. Her voice is choked behind the gag, but I know what she’s trying to say. She wants to come.

Not yet.

I tease her rim with the tip of my tongue, then slide lower—just for a moment—licking her clit with one cruel flick, and then back to her asshole. She shakes like she might fly apart.

Her body is slick with sweat. Her pussy is so wet I can smell it, taste it on the air. She’s begging with her entire being.

But I’m not done yet.

“No coming,” I growl. “Not until I’m inside you.”

She sobs.

And I smile.

I rise to my feet, unfastening my leathers. My cock emerges heavy and hard, already glistening. The bone spurs twitch as they sense her heat, flexing, ready to tease and torment. I stroke myself once, then twice—slow, controlled. Her body arches at the sound.

“You want this?” I ask.

She nods frantically, gag muffling a desperate moan.

“Say it with your body, pet.”

She pushes back, offering her ass, trembling.

That’s my girl.

I position myself behind her and press the head of my cock against her tight entrance. She’s ready. I’ve teased her to the edge of madness. She needs this. And so do I.

I push inside.

Her scream is strangled by the gag.

Her ass stretches around me—tight, scorching, perfect.

I go slow, watching the way the cords bite into her skin as she writhes beneath me.

My cock sinks deeper, spurs shifting gently against her inner walls, designed to stimulate , not harm.

She clenches around me, the sensation so intense I groan aloud.

“Fuck,” I snarl. “So tight. So fucking good.”

I grab her hips, clawed fingers digging in as I thrust hard and deep. Her muffled cries grow louder, more frantic, more needy. I rock into her, each stroke forcing her forward against the bed, tits swinging beneath her ropes, back arching under the tension.

“You’re going to come for me,” I growl. “You’re going to scream for me. You’re going to belong to me.”

Her entire body convulses. I feel her start to unravel.

“Who do you belong to?” I demand, voice like thunder.

She tries to say it, gag in her mouth. Tries to scream it.

“Not good enough.”

I pull the gag off roughly.

“ Say it. ”

“ YOU! ” she screams. “I belong to you! ”

She shatters.

Her orgasm hits like a nova—violent, guttural, glorious. She screams with it, a raw, primal sound that echoes off the metal walls. I’ve never heard anything more beautiful.

I thrust once more, deep, hard, and come inside her—my cock jerking as I spill everything into her. Hot and thick, pulse after pulse. My vision blurs. I grip her tighter as we fall together, locked, wrecked, complete.

We stay like that for a long moment—me still inside her, her still bound, her body trembling under mine.

Eventually, I ease out of her and untie her gently, unwrapping the ropes like unsealing a treasure.

She rolls into my arms, flushed and breathless, lips swollen from the gag.

I kiss her softly.

“You’re sleeping in the ropes next time,” I whisper, brushing her hair from her damp forehead. “Tied up. Gagged. To remind you who you belong to.”

She smiles, dazed, radiant.

“I hope so.”

I pull her in, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, her head tucked beneath my chin.

“I love you,” I murmur.

She snuggles closer.

“And I love you, scary alien daddy.”

I grin in the dark.

And hold her while she sleeps. Bound. Sated. Mine.