His Human Pet

by Stella Rising

  “Well, how am I supposed to know—”

  Forta cuts off my complaint by wrapping his arms around me and kissing me. Closing my eyes and moaning, my knees grow weak. He kisses hungrily, finding my tongue with his. Inhaling his masculine scent, I forget whatever it is I was upset about, consumed by his intoxicating hold—the softness of his lips, the roughness of his stubble. I find every part of him electrifying.

  “I like that you’re eager to please,” he says at last. “I like you.”

  He kisses me again. I’m grateful, because I don’t know what I would have said. I like him, I guess—the ache between my legs makes that abundantly clear. I shouldn’t though. This whole situation is supposed to be a punishment, one that I agreed to for the sake of my family. It isn’t supposed to be some kind of alien walkabout with the galaxy’s hottest guide.

  Yet, this feels right. I couldn’t care less for Dokke City, considering the day I had there yesterday, but this—just me and Forta, alone in the wilds of Dokkedex—this is blissful.

  We only stop kissing when Forta notices one of those flying reptiles—called a thun—pecking at our food.

  “Go!” he calls, running toward the thun, waving his arms. The animal squawks and flies off, circling a few times before leaving. I find myself laughing hysterically, leaning against the cliff wall, so giddy I can barely breathe. The sight of a naked red giant chasing away a flying green lizard... it’s just too much. Maybe I’m a little drunk on his kiss, and the tingle in my core—I have a feeling I know what we’re going to do just as soon as we’re done eating.

  I’ll have to be patient, though—Forta takes the two spears of neesee over the fire to cook. Juice drips out of the meat, popping in the fire, and the aroma makes my stomach rumble like thunder. Then I consider what might happen if something drips on me while I’m eating.

  “Forta, can I get dressed?”

  “No. I like seeing you this way,” he answers, drawing his gaze across my body.

  I snort. “You’re a perv.”

  He grunts. “You stared at me plenty, pet.”

  That’s true, I guess, but it’s not the point. “That’s different.”

  “How?”

  “Because you don’t have to ask to get dressed,” I say, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “I just want to not get burned when we eat.”

  Forta thinks for a minute, but then shakes his head. “Eat carefully.”

  I glare at him expectantly, but he doesn’t budge. “Fine,” I mutter.

  “How about this: when I get dressed, so can you.”

  I sneak a peek at Forta down below, unable to suppress a grin. “Yeah, okay.” I suppose if we’re both naked, it’s a fair deal.

  Before long the meat finishes cooking and Forta hands me a spear, cautioning me to give it a bit to cool. When he takes a bite, so do I—and it’s worth the wait. Succulent and surprisingly tender, neesee is beyond delicious. I’ve never eaten anything so fresh, either—the meat tears from the bone, and I have to force myself to slow down. Leaning forward, I succeed in not getting dripped on, though my face must be a mess. Of course, Forta looks the same.

  “If all the food here is this good, I may never leave,” I say. “If I was born here... I don’t know how you ever left.”

  Forta nods. “For a Dominar, one world isn’t enough. For some, even one galaxy is too small...”

  Damn. I guess for a human it’s hard to imagine needing more than one planet. So few humans see all of Earth, even though it’s all right there. Some never go more than a few miles from the place they were born, but if we all lived for thousands of years... could we content ourselves with one planet? Probably not.

  Forta looks at me, and I think he can sense what I’m thinking. “Dokkedex is a wonderful world,” he says. “I could live here happily. But a few worlds are nicer, like Ohalessa. Dokkedex can be dangerous—even our critters are deadly,” he explains, pointing his neesee leg at me.

  “That’s true,” I say, sighing. It’s too bad—neesees are really cute. “I’d feel bad about eating the little guy if it hadn’t tried to kill me.”

  “Dokkedex in a nutshell,” Forta says, grinning.

  God, he’s handsome.

  “I like seeing you smile,” I say, reaching for the pixe berries. “I never used to see you do that.” It’s been easy to forget that before he ever set foot in Ontego, I’d seen Forta on TV lots of times. “You always used to act so... joyless. And mean.”

  Forta bundles up a cawata leaf and pops it into his mouth. “I’m a consul, pet,” he says after swallowing. “I must convey authority.”

  I snort. “Supreme Consul Tamrys acts like a nice guy. Isn’t he your boss?”

  He doesn’t answer that—he eats some more cawata, chewing deliberately. “Maybe I needed a vacation,” he says after a beat. “From Earth.”

  “Now that I can believe. Most humans could use a vacation from Earth once in a while.”

  He chuckles.

  “So really I’m doing Earth a favor. When we come back you won’t be as much of an asshole,” I taunt, pursing my lips.

  “Watch yourself, pet,” he replies, wiping his hands on yesterday’s shirt.

  I swipe the garment out of his hands to clean my hands and face. “Or what, Master?” I say, drawing out his title derisively.

  He grins at me for a second, then he pounces.

  Chapter Twelve

  Before I can react, Forta slings me over his shoulder, carrying me ass-first back to his ship.

  “Oh, my god! Put me down!”

  Or at least take me to the cave...

  “No,” he says, giving my cheek a hard smack.

  I yelp at the fresh pain, wincing though it brings back some fond memories. Yesterday’s aches have all subsided; it felt nice to be able to move without something complaining, but I suppose I knew it wouldn’t last long. I pound my fists against Forta’s back in a token attempt to get free, but it only makes him chuckle.

  I’m glad right now, with my head hanging upside-down and backwards, he can’t see me smiling too. But I am—I can barely contain myself. Each step he gets closer to his ship, my heart races a little faster. Once we get inside, he shifts me down to his waist, carrying me in one arm, like I weigh nothing. He walks toward the bed as if he’s about to set me down, then turns and lowers me to the floor, leaving me on my hands and knees. “Stay.”

  What is he doing?

  Forta opens his cabinet of toys and takes out the leash he used on me before, as well as a curved piece of metal I don’t recognize. As thick as a finger, it features a round orb at one end and a ring at the other. Even when he begins applying lubricant to the orb, I’m still not quite sure what the toy is for—only where it’s going.

  “Ready?” Forta asks, holding the toy against my tight bud.

  “Yes, Master,” I reply, trying to convince myself it’s not too big.

  It’s not small, though. I cry out as Forta twists it against the narrow entrance, forcing it to spread open. My body shakes of its own accord until Forta manages to drive it home, plunging the thick knob into my ass. When he’s done, he fastens the leash to the toy’s other end, then loops the leash through a ring on my collar. When he’s done, he has the leash in hand, like a person...

  ...taking their pet for a walk. Oh, fuck.

  “Have you been ass hooked before, pet?” he asks, giving the leash a little tug.

  I gasp, feeling the orb shift. “No... Master,” I reply, trying to crane my neck and create some slack on the leash.

  Forta crouches down and holds the leash up to my lips. “Open.” When I do it, he places the leash between my teeth and lifts my jaw with his hand. “Hold this a second.”

  He better mean literally.

  I hold as still as I can, but every little involuntary shake jostles the hook. If I turn my head to look around, I feel it in my ass. And I don’t dare let go of the leash. Thankfully, Forta does return quickly, now carrying his keera stick.

  He tak
es the leash from my mouth and pokes my bottom with the cane’s tip. “Good, pet. Now walk.”

  A pair of telerings fly in and wrap themselves around my knees—unlike the other devices, these feel soft, like padding.

  How considerate.

  Still, they do help. I begin to crawl across the floor, moaning as the hook shakes and pulls.

  “Stop.”

  Happily, I halt. After a second, Forta reaches down and stuffs into my mouth the clear gag he used yesterday. I growl as the gag buckles automatically, tightening itself so I can’t push it loose with my tongue. Although the feeling of having two of my holes filled gets my juices churning, I can’t keep the drool from escaping my lips. My face heats in humiliation, and I gaze up at Forta imploringly.

  “So cute,” he says, patting my head. “Your mouth is much prettier this way.”

  Damn. At least the gag tastes clean.

  “Continue,” Forta orders, giving my leash a pull.

  I don’t mean to disobey him, but the situation has my senses overloaded. Shudders rack my body—my pussy throbs with hunger. It’s too much to process.

  Then a sharp smack of the cane breaks me out of my trance. Pain erupts in a fiery line across my ass.

  “Let’s go, pet.”

  Mewling like some kind of creature, I will myself to move. Despite everything I’m feeling right now—and it’s quite a lot—the thought of being caned is still an effective motivator. However, I stop again when I realize we’ve reached the exit to his ship. This earns me another swing of the cane that burns like a brand, but I don’t budge.

  No! Don’t take me outside!

  “You don’t want to go out?” Forta intuits.

  I shake my head. I don’t have to try hard to look desperate. If someone like Kaizel saw me like this, I’d die. Shivering, I dismiss the idea.

  “Fine. Turn around.”

  Shit.

  This isn’t going to be easy—though I suppose it’s better than leaving the ship. Every adjustment of my hands and knees torments me through the ass hook, and when I don’t go fast enough, Forta swats my backside three more times.

  Ass burning by the time I’ve finished turning, I squeal pathetically when Forta yanks on the leash. I mumble some invective, but it’s hard to seem imposing with more drool than words coming from my lips.

  Forta crouches down at my side and probes a finger into my drenched pussy. “So upset, yet so wet,” he says, chuckling to himself. “Would you like to come, Melody?”

  “Mmm!”

  “Earn it. Up, on your knees. Arms behind your back.”

  He drops the leash and lifts me by the shoulders, helping to prop me up on my knees, my legs folded underneath. I cross my arms behind me, and the telerings on my wrists activate, binding me. Once I’m in position—although I can still feel that orb if I don’t hold relatively still—Forta unbuckles my gag and takes it out. His cock, now just above my eye level, stands up, practically pulsing it’s so hard. He takes it in hand and holds it to my lips.

  “Go on.”

  I open up and lick his tip; I’m curious about his taste, but really I’m stalling. I should have known he’d want me to pleasure him this way sooner or later. Still, I can’t help being scared at the prospect of trying to fit his engorged member in my mouth.

  “Is this your first time, pet?”

  “Yes... no... I’ve... practiced on... things,” I answer truthfully. “Nothing this big, though,” I add, blushing.

  He chuckles. “Time to try for real. Start slow, and relax your throat.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I begin, taking in his tip and an inch of his shaft. Already it’s enough to make my mouth feel stuffed. Getting my lips all the way around his girth stretches me to my limit. I groan from the strain, and the sound makes Forta’s cock throb. His salty taste fills my senses as I grip my tongue to his shaft. Sucking inward until my cheeks cave in, I try to pleasure him, not sure if I’m succeeding.

  “Up and down, pet,” he says, gripping my hair, trying to guide me.

  I follow his lead as best I can, but I can only get in so much of his cock before I choke.

  “Easy, pet.”

  I cough a couple of times, riding out the spasm. Thankfully, Forta waits, giving me time to recover. When I’m ready, I open up, inviting his cock for another try.

  This time, I take in more of his length, eagerly sucking hard. I want to please him, I realize. It’s making me feel good. When he grunts in pleasure and his cock jolts in my mouth, an energy races through my body.

  Gaining confidence, I keep sucking, hearing my gulping sounds get faster and faster. I take him in deeper and am doing well until I feel his tip in my throat. Then I lose focus and choke again. I pull myself off Forta quickly, coughing loudly.

  “It’s okay, pet,” he says, holding me so I don’t topple. “You’re doing fine.”

  “Thank you, Master,” I say, still gasping for breath.

  After a few seconds to recover, I open up again, this time determined to finish. I take Forta in for what feels like miles, sealing my lips around his monster cock. Clearing my mind of everything but him, I bob my head faster and faster, sucking and licking until sweat drips down my forehead, stinging my eyes. My pussy aches, jealous of my mouth, wanting to be filled, but I persist, refusing to quit until I’ve satisfied my master.

  Then I feel it, and taste it—his seed spurts out in a frothy jet, coating the inside of my mouth. Forta groans, his rod jerking between my lips, but I don’t let him go—I keep sucking and swallowing until I’ve coaxed out every drop. When I’m done, I blush, drunk on pride I’m not totally comfortable having.

  Forget curing diseases, climbing mountains, or painting masterpieces—giving blowjobs to aliens is how Melody Grant makes her mark.

  Maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, but why does this make me feel so fulfilled? What does that say about me?

  “That was excellent, pet,” Forta says, kissing my forehead. “Especially for your first time.”

  “Thank you, Master,” I mumble, trying to sound appreciative. His compliment does please me—but should it?

  “Come,” he says, gesturing for me to stand up and follow.

  Sort out your feelings later, I decide, eyeing Forta’s cock—already it’s hardening again.

  He takes me to his bed and pushes me onto it. Though I land on my front, I squeal, feeling the shifting ass hook, but it’s just my instinct. I’m practically panting, I’m so excited.

  Forta flips me over onto my back, and spreads my legs until I’m practically doing a split. He pulls my arms straight up over my head, wrists touching each other, and commands the telerings to hold them there. “Ready, pet?” he asks.

  “Yes, Master,” I reply, though I don’t know what he intends to do.

  He starts by playing with the ass hook, drawing back the thick orb just enough to make me cry out, then lets it sink back in. Enjoying my reaction, he does it again and again, each time coming closer to pulling the hook out fully. While he does this, he also begins rubbing my clit, making my head swim with euphoria. When he finally pulls the hook out entirely, my rapturous scream tears through the ship.

  Not wasting a second, Forta immediately plunges his cock into my ass. It feels coated with lubricant—maybe just my own saliva—so it goes in easily, but it’s so much bigger than the hook. His thrust scrambles my brain with a mixture of pain and bliss. I shake hard in my bonds, and would probably fall off the bed if not for the telerings keeping me put.

  “You’re so damn tight, Melody,” Forta grunts, his eyes closed, ecstasy lifting his face.

  I can’t even answer, I’m too overwhelmed. Forget asking permission to come—that’s not going to happen. All I can do is lie back and experience the extraordinary pleasure as he pounds my ass. Between his cock inside me and his fingers working my clit, it doesn’t take long for an explosive orgasm to blast away the last of my resistance, and I howl until my voice gives out. My hips buck in rhythm with
Forta’s pumping, and soon I feel him come inside me again. He grunts and growls, locked in his own exaltation, and doesn’t stop until we’re both out of breath.

  Then my telerings deactivate, allowing my body to go limp. Forta collapses on the bed next to me, and we both pass out.

  * * *

  “Master?” I say when I regain my composure.

  “Yes, pet?”

  I turn over to lie on my chest. My ass aches like crazy, and though I enjoy it, I don’t need to make it worse.

  “Do you have any caramels?”

  “What?”

  I giggle. “I know you probably didn’t bother bringing any Earth food, but... sometimes after I come, I get a craving for caramels.”

  “Sorry, pet,” he says, kissing me on the cheek. “I have some sweets, but no real caramels.”

  “It’s okay, thanks anyway. I’ll have a ton of them when we get back to Earth.”

  Forta gives my ass a little squeeze, making me wince and groan. “Looking forward to going home?”

  “Of course,” I blurt out, regretting it immediately. “I mean... I like being here. I’m just a little homesick.”

  I say it to make an excuse, but even as the words come out, I’m not sure I believe them, or if I just don’t want to hurt Forta’s feelings. As if I could.

  “I get it,” he says with a smirk. If he took any slight from what I said, he doesn’t let it show, of course. “Try not to let it bother you. My vacation is far from over. Until then, you’re mine.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Seeing the way I grimace from all the soreness in my body, Forta gives me some time to rest. Dominars apparently can go as much as they want, basically as often as they want—good information to file away for later, though right now I’m glad for the break.

  This time when he puts me in my cage, I don’t argue. I suppose my standards for what’s humiliating have changed, or I could just be too exhausted to care—but I get in, pull my body into a ball, and rest. I try not to move around much inside the cage, as that exacerbates my numerous aches—plus, half the time I try to adjust my position I end up banging a shoulder, elbow, or knee on one of the bars. It’s much nicer to just stay put.