Aspian males were larger then their human counterparts. In fact, the shortest Aspian Mila had ever seen, towered over her at a mere six feet ten inches. She kneeled at her masters bed, head down. Her long brown hair covered her eyes as she snuck glances to see him pace back and forth.
The long corded muscles of his legs flexed with each step. Mila licked her lips, remembering how those hard limbs held her legs wide apart while her master sunk his ample inches into her eager flesh. Five years ago, when she’d first learned of her fate as a pet, she thought her life over. However, she’d learned to love the physical demands of her position.
After the Aspians had defeated Earth and assimilated it into their empire, Aspian males soon discovered the appeal of human females. Unlike their own women, human females were delightfully receptive to Aspian sexual needs. Also, the diminutive physical appearance was highly arousing to the Aspian men.
Mila had first seen an Aspian female three Earth years ago, when her Master’s selected breeder arrived to mate during her fertile cycle. Every three years or so, the women go into heat. She was a hulk of woman. The Aspian female’s size was equal to if not taller than her Master.
Mila would have mistaken the woman for a male had she not seen her breasts and cunt when the Master fuck her. The whole mating ritual had taken a little over an hour, from start to finish.
It was as impersonal as taking a piss. Her Master’s breeder was cold and un-emotional. Aspian females didn’t seem to enjoy sex for pleasure. Mila found it so ironic since the Aspian males were incredibly sexual.
Perhaps the Aspian women with their muscular, thick boned bodies and broad facial features simply held no appeal for them. Human females seemed to fill a specific void for the males and Mila wondered if things where always so undemonstrative between Aspian sexes.
He turned suddenly and Mila felt a shiver of anticipation shoot down her spine. In his current mood, the fucking would be hard and hot.
She snapped her head up, then quickly lowered her eyes to the floor.
“Crawl to me Mila…”
He was sitting in the armchair across from her. She noticed the scales, which contoured down his spine and over his hipbones, continuing until they completely covered his ten-inch cock, glistened with the spicy secretions of his arousal. He was built like a human man, but much larger.
His yellow reptilian eyes dilated to large black oblong circles. He had hair that fell down his back in a mass of thick ebony silk. His grayish skin was smooth around his cheeks, nose and mouth. The points of his ears poked through the black strands framing his angular face.
Mila had not considered him handsome at first. However, the longer she remained in his presence the more his visage softened to her eyes.
She crawled slowly, as she knew he liked. When she reached him, she leaned her upper body down until her head brushed the floor and lifted her ass up in the air in invitation. She had been trained to pose this way every time her Master entered the room or summoned her to him.
Cool fingers stroked the back of her head, a second before grabbing a fist full of brown curls and hauling her up to her knees so that her face was positioned directly in front of his crotch.
The thick column of flesh in front of her dripped with sticky peppermint tasting lubrication, secreting from the scales covering it. Mila waited. Her breath became shallow and she felt the trickle of pussy cream seep from her cunt. She licked her lips…feeling somewhat impatient…please let me taste…suck…mmm…
She dare not speak her thoughts. The last time had awarded her several hours of confinement in the cage. Too long to go without his cock. He was deliberately forcing her to wait, but she knew his need was much to potent and he wouldn’t last too long without her hot mouth wrapped around his dick. With a groan, he shifted his hips forward and laid his head back against the chair’s headrest.
Mila leaned forward and grabbed his cock by the base. Her small hand looked like it was trying to wrap around a giant salami. His girth was so great her fingers couldn’t touch. She brought the tip to her mouth and licked the tiny hole at the tip. His penis didn’t have a mushroomed head as human males did, instead it was more funnel shaped with the top thinning slightly to form a blunt point.
It didn’t matter to Mila; this cock had brought her unimaginable pleasure. She slid her lips further down, using her tongue to lap at the smooth diamond shaped cock-scales. He sucked in his breath as she managed to swallow him a little more then halfway. Her other hand stroked the underside of his scrotum, where a tiny gland was hidden that drove Aspian men into a frenzy. He grabbed her hand and squeezed gently.
“I don’t want to come yet my pet.”
His voice was gruff, yet Mila could hear the humor in his tone. With a movement too quick for Mila to comprehend, She was across the room lying in her slave swing face down. The contraption supported her abdomen with a wide soft leather strap. It had columns built around at four corners, placed about four by four feet apart.
Her wrists were quickly shackled to the posts in front of her and her ankles to the ones in back. Her Master flipped up the back of the swing and positioned it so that her head could rest, relieving the strain on her shoulders from being suspended in air by the shackles.
He moved behind her and pushed the two rear columns forward so that it forced her legs to bend, knees outward and her thighs to spread wide.
When her positioning was to his satisfaction, he stepped back and walked a circle around her. The slow predatory way he moved caused shivers of expectancy to travel Mila’s body. The tingling jolts of arousal settled below her waist and she felt the lips of her sex swell open.
Juice spilled from her cunt as he came to stand between her splayed thighs. She felt his demon eyes focused on her pink pulsing pussy. Her breathing became choppy and she whimpered once.
Mila bit her lip to keep from screaming as the stinging pain of his heavy handed smack soaked into her left ass cheek.
She almost gasped when his hands gripped her hips firmly. Her body shook. She tried desperately to stay still, however the need coursing through her was so intense that she couldn’t help pressing her ass up and humping against the tip of his cock.
This time she did cry out.
Biting her lip to the point of drawing blood, Mila managed to remain quite. A few seconds passed, before his hand stroked the burning flesh of her ass.
“There, there…now I will fuck you…is that what you want…”
Mila didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her body was so tense with unreleased arousal that her mind was in a spin. She couldn’t form a coherent thought let alone speak.
However, her Master was demanding.
He fisted her long brown hair and yanked her head back, making her arch painfully toward him. He bent forward, brushing his lips against her ear.
“…I said…” he pulled her back further causing her to cry out again, “…is that what you want pet…for me to fuck you…”
Mila forced her pounding heart to calm. With a shaky breath, she tried to answer him.
He yanked her hard…Tears filled her eyes…
One more yank…
“Yesss…what my pet…”
Mila heaved deep breaths…her body shaking from pain, but more from the uncontrolled throbbing arousal pumping straight to her core.
“Y-yes, Master..p-please…mmm..Fuck me!”
He released her head and squeezed her hips, a second before impaling her balls deep in one swift stroke. He waited. Mila knew what he was waiting for. She pressed her ass back against him letting him know that she was ready for a hard ride.
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