Dominax opened his mouth as if to say something outraged, but he must have caught the glint in her eye, for his own dark gaze narrowed, and a low growl emerged from the royal throat.
“You seek to provoke me, human. That is not wise. As my pet, your attitude must become one of submission and obedience.”
“Oh. Well. You picked the wrong girl. And the wrong city,” Katie replied. “New Yorkers don’t really do obedience.”
“You will learn to, or you will be a very sore, very sorry human.”
“What are you going to do? Are you gonna… OW!”
What he was going to do, apparently, was spank her way too fucking hard on the bare ass with his massive alien hand.
“You dick!”
That was not what he wanted to hear, apparently. Hearing her curse, he grabbed her more firmly by the back of the neck and started spanking her with hard slaps which covered far too much of her ass for comfort and made both her skin and her pride blaze with humiliation.
On the precipice of a new world, Katie did battle with the alien king who had claimed her and now planned to make her submit to his rule. She was losing, obviously. He had complete physical control of her, and she had nothing but threats to offer in return.
“Take me home, or I will make you regret the moment you met me,” she vowed ferociously.
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Dominax laughed as his pet squirmed helplessly in his grasp, her bare ass receiving several more slaps more for his own amusement than anything.
She would suffer. She would mourn. She would wail. She would be very, very sore. But in the end, she would be happy. He had no doubt about that.
This spanking was nothing more than a warning. It was not a serious punishment, though it obviously had an effect on her. She could not stop squirming and cursing, and soon he heard her voice start to crack with frustration as she reached the verge of tears. It was then that Dominax decided to show mercy again.
“Come, pet, if you are tired of having your flesh heated, you can explore your new home.”
“You can’t hit me.”
“Of course I can. I am the king. I can do with you as I please.”
“Asshole,” she muttered to herself.
He spanked her again for that insolence. She was mouthy, that much was for sure. He might let her be a little sassy as time went on, but for the moment he had to teach her something like discipline, if only to keep her from causing chaos in his court.
Katie’s yowl was swallowed up by the sound of a dozen wings beating the air. A small phalanx of warriors had come to meet them. His royal guard had anticipated his arrival, as had many of the courtiers and more than one or two high-ranking merchants who were all no doubt eager for an audience with the king.
His pet stopped squirming as they landed, and instead stared with wide eyes.
“Welcome home, King Dominax,” Esther greeted him, dropping into a low bow.
She was the head guard of the royal flight, a military force capable of crushing any rebellion on the planet, or repelling any who might be foolish enough to invade this world of cliffs and lava. Only the Homelanders were evolutionarily suited for such a task. She was a formidable warrior, and apparently, frightened his pet more than he did.
Holy fuck… Katie whispered to herself.
She was staring at a female like Dominax. She hadn’t bothered to think about what the female of his species might look like. This one was built almost as powerfully as Dominax himself. The soldier wore a golden skirt, but was shirtless. Her breasts were displayed bare, without any obvious shame. Her physique was very strong, much more muscly than any human woman could have managed naturally.
Katie had to fight the urge to hide behind Dominax as the female looked at her with those dark eyes, the expression on her beautiful face entirely neutral.
Katie was also naked, but somehow her nakedness did not seem nearly as impressive. She tried not to stare, in case that was rude. But how could she not? Golden hair cascaded over the female’s shoulders. Her face was even more beautiful than Dominax’s thanks to a slight narrowing and angle of the eyes and a general softening. It was like looking at a Victoria’s Secret angel on steroids.
One after the other, more of Dominax’s kind landed, and soon she was outnumbered by a factor of two times twelve by ultra-muscular, winged alien angels.
All of them were impressive specimens. According to Dominax, the entire planet was covered in creatures like these. And here she was, a human among what felt to her like gods.
“This is my new pet,” Dominax said, nudging Katie forward beneath the dark gaze of the flying valkyrie.
“Uhm. Hi,” Katie said nervously.
She didn’t know why she was so stunned by the female version of Dominax. Internalized sexism or something? There was probably a book on the reason in the reading list she had been ignoring all semester.
This place was inhabited by alien angels, but looked like hell. An ironic juxtaposition, is what she would have written if she were describing this strange planet for a college essay. But she wasn’t writing anything. She was just staring, dumbfounded, and more than a little overwhelmed as even more of the Homelanders swooped out of the sky to greet their king.
Some were male, others female. All were stunning. Katie was very small and slight by comparison, much shorter than they were and much less… well, everything. She suddenly understood why Dominax referred to her as his pet. She could never be an equal to these incredible creatures of beauty and power.
“I will be attending to matters of state very soon,” Dominax declared. “First, I must attend to my new pet. She is freshly caught, and in need of care.”
With that, he wrapped an arm around her waist, beat his wings, and lifted her into the air. It was not like it was the first time he lifted her up. There was no golden, soothing light welcoming her to what felt like home. There was just the power of the alien who was wrapped all around her, his muscular frame and broad wingspan the only thing keeping her from falling to her death.
She clung to him, screaming. She had never liked heights. She had never cared for planes. Even going up to the top of her apartment building was too much for her, and now, suddenly, she was far too far above the ground and relying on the kindness of this alien king to protect her from the fall.
“Shh, settle,” he soothed. “You’re safe. It’s alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
He was capable of real tenderness and kindness, but he was also her abductor and captor, and soft touches couldn’t change that.
“I’m not safe. I hate this place. I hate heights. I hate you. Take me home!” She screamed the words to the wind as it rushed by her, leaving her with no choice but to cling to Dominax and squeeze her eyes super tight until she felt something beneath her feet again.
He carried her above the remarkable palace, to a spire set at the very top of it all, and placed her down on an extension of rock which jutted out from the palace proper and gave her an almost three hundred and sixty degree view of the hell planet.
His pet was trembling as he let her down onto solid ground. He expected her to pull away, but instead she clung to him, as if he were the only solid thing in existence.
The sounds she was making were utterly pitiful, soft whimpers and little cries. He could feel the wetness of her tears against his chest and neck.