The Human Ranch: The Complete Series
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"No, Orry," he barked. Orryhena lifted her head, still covered by the blanket. Face shadowed, she stared at him with wide, gleaming eyes. They were still black, but now a faint pinkish halo gleamed around her pupils.
"You stay down under there until I tell you."
"...Ghai."
Slowly, almost reluctantly, she dipped her head and vanished back into the insulated den. Grinning, James lay her tail across his lap, feeling it tense beneath his fingers. One hand grasped her firmly near the base, patiently stroking down the length of her tail. The other pinched the cartilage of her tail-spade, lightly kneading the material between his fingers. Immediately, Orryhena began to cry out, tail struggling against his grip. His smile widened, and his hand began to caress her more assertively.
Beneath the blankets, Orryhena continued to wail.
"Eesha doomash!" she pleaded. Her legs kicked, twisting and snarling from overstimulation.
James grunted as one of her desperate kicks caught him in the ribs, knocking him off the bed. He hit the ground harder than expected, his head and side aching. Uninjured, of course, but sore. Almost at once, he heard Orryhena give a horrified cry. He stared up numbly as her face appeared over the edge. Her eyes looked terrified, and her vaguely feline ears angled low. They normally poked just over her head, her lobes starting where the tips of his ears ended, but now they flushed back against her skull and nearly vanished into her black hair.
"Mallad?" she whispered.
"Orry..." James said, eyes narrowing. The kick had obviously been an accident, but that wasn't what bothered him.
"Mallad," she repeated. "Aya suhsorria!" Her head dipped lower, barely above the edge of the bed.
Slowly, wincing at the pain in his side, James stood. He glared down at the darkmaw, who kept her head submissively low. She peered up at him in obvious fear.
"Orryhena," he growled. She whimpered a little at his tone. "What did I tell you to do?"
Eyes widening, she whirled and dove back under the blankets. As expected, her tail remained exposed, but so too did her naked backside. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd done that on purpose to try and tempt him--she was certainly clever enough. Her legs were even held slightly ajar, the fleshy pink folds between her legs already glistening with eager arousal.
It almost worked, too. James felt himself swell at the sight of her, and the potent memory of their first time. Now that had been an amazing night.
His side throbbed, and the urge slowly faded away. He stared down at his concubine, forcing his breathing to remain steady and even. There would be plenty of time for making up. Right now, Orryhena knew that she had screwed up, badly. She would be expecting a punishment, and if he didn't deliver, the precedent would be set. It wasn't about anger or revenge, but nature. Of all his brides, Orryhena was one of the most feral--she understood the law of the jungle. She needed to understand, deep down, that he was the dominant one here.
"It's too late for that," he chided her. "Come out."
Reluctantly, the darkmaw emerged from the blankets. She looked up at him, looking guilty and nervous, keeping her body low to the bed.
"Mallad," she whimpered.
"Quiet," he snapped. "I don't want to hear it."
Orryhena looked so miserable, cowering and cringing as though she wanted to sink into the bed itself.
"You struck me and then you disobeyed my orders. If you think that's something a few 'Mallad's are going to fix..." he trailed off. Unable to match the intensity of his gaze, Orryhena dropped her gaze. It was the sign he'd been waiting for.
James sighed, mostly for effect. He lowered himself to the edge of the bed and eyed her coldly.
"I'm going to punish you, Orryhena. And once we're done, I'll decide whether we continue as before. Do you understand?"
Lifting her head from the bed, if just barely, the darkmaw nodded. She crawled forward, cautiously. Reclining slightly, James patted his lap and watched her comply. The feeling of her light, nubile body stretched across his thighs made him stir. Her breasts were rather small, at least compared to some of the others, but they were perky and firm. And despite the initial hurdle of getting used to her tail, her lower half was even more exceptional. Orryhena's waist was impossibly slender, but her hips curved like he'd never seen. And planted between them was a toned, inviting ass to rival any throughout the galaxy.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
She gave a throaty whimper, peeking back over her shoulder at her bare, exposed bottom. Her tail coiled, trying to cover herself.
"None of that," he said. He snatched up her tail, grasping it tightly right at the tailbone. At once, Orryhena let out a yowl. Her hips shimmied in obvious arousal. Before she had a chance to savor the sensation, James brought his opposite hand down across her ass--hard. The darkmaw yelped, arching her back.
Holding Orryhena down with an elbow in the small of her back, James squeezed the base of her tail. With more than a hint of awkward self-awareness, he stroked his clenched hand up and down the bottom quarter. Orryhena struggled weakly, toes curling. Once again, he spanked her firmly. The impact of his hand drew another cry and he felt his erection beginning to press against her abdomen as she struggled.
Gradually, he settled into a rhythm, swatting back and forth across her rear. He varied the intensity of the blows to keep her guessing, sometimes growing so gentle as to be almost soothing. And sometimes spanking hard enough to make her howl. And all the while, after every few smacks, he intermingled a tender, suggestive tug on her tail. Even as her sensitive ass took on a rosy hue, the stimulation never ceased to yield a shuddering moan.
As much as he enjoyed feeling the girl squirm, this wasn't going to last much longer. The ache in his side had vanished, and he could actually smell the hot, spicy scent of Orryhena's sex. She was close, and given how quickly he'd stiffened, he'd be taking her soon, anyway.
He swatted her quickly, a half-dozen times in succession. Orryhena writhed, kicking involuntarily as he punished her.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
She looked back at him, suddenly terrified. "M-mallad?"
James kneaded her tail, and she moaned in response, eyelids fluttering.
"Do it," he said.
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