Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Yes. Tell them a human killed him. Tell them he died of his own hubris. Tell them we tried to warn them all many times how foolish it was to attempt to keep large numbers of humans. One human may be a pet, but a community of humans is a force to be reckoned with. His death is quite literally not on our hands.”
“That is true,” Kahn admits. “We have been, frankly, wildly ineffective. The humans have run amok and now three separate Wrathelder crews are gone, along with Phenix himself. He gutted his own family throwing them into this fool’s errand.”
I look at Arkan. He has no say in my decision, but I know he will have something to say anyway.
“I lost you once to a prison cell, and now I’m losing you to a pet,” Arkan says. “I hope you can be happy now, Zain.”
“I will be. And I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to make Emily happy.”
Arkan smiles, as if he understands. Kahn just stares at me blankly, as if I said I was going to spend the rest of my life dedicating myself to my pet rock. He still doesn’t really get the fascination with humans. He understands their worth, but not their value.
Maybe one day he’ll get it. For now, I am following my heart.
12
Zain
Having been fucked into submission and subsequently plied with soup and cake by her village brethren, Emily is looking much better after her little escape. She knows how to look after the villagers, but to give them credit, they certainly know how to look after her as well. True to their collective words, these things seem to revive her and restore her energies.
“We are almost home, pet,” I tell her. “Soon you will be back where you belong, and I will be there with you.”
“Yes,” she smiles, giving me a broad and perhaps even mischievous grin. She’s wearing the outfit she got from Jennifer, the sassy leather jacket and a pair of black pants. A hot pink scarf is tied in her hair and she is made up with pink and blue tones across her eyes and lips. The effect is very striking, though I would find her irresistible in any outfit. Emily left Hallow Ground a sweet, innocent village witch, and she is returning in triumph.
“Don’t forget,” she says, her eyes sparkling. “You still have a lot to make up for.”
“Do I now?”
“Oh yes. You tried to sell the villagers.”
“I did no such thing, not actively, anyway.”
“Sorry, my mistake. You were planning on passively trafficking them. My bad.”
It is interesting, how having spanked her and humbled her with an ass-fucking, she has bounced back with more attitude than ever before.
“I thought we’d discussed this.”
“We had. I am just saying you owe us, Zain.”
Emily is burdened by responsibility for her village, and that responsibility has historically made her staid and miserable. I won’t be letting that continue.
“Yes, I know I didn’t tell you about the nature of the family business, but that will not mean you have free rein to be disobedient and disrespectful.”
Her eyes flash. “You can make yourself useful and work the fields,” she says. “I am sure each of the villagers will have his or her own task for you to undertake. You will serve us, Zain.”
Her tone is disrespectful, and I can tell she knows better, even as she says those impudent words. I cock my head to the side, looking down at my suddenly insubordinate and insolent pet. Is she testing me? Does she want a spanking? Is that it?
“Now you are forgetting who I am, pet.”
“I am not just a pet. I am a witch. I am a guardian. I am a…
“You are going to be a very sore little girl,” I growl.
She squeals as I upend her over my lap. I know what I need to do with this girl. I spread my large palm over her snugly clad cheeks. I love her, and I love her round ass too. I cannot wait to be inside it as I remind her of her place time and time again.
“You are right, Emily Hallow. I am not a good man. I am a very bad alien, but you are mine, and you know it to the core of you. Don’t you?”
Emily
God, he’s so fucking hot when he is big and bad and wrong. I want to keep resisting him, but the resistance only makes things hotter. I can’t really fight Zain. Not physically, because he is so much stronger, and not mentally either because he makes me want him.
Arousal courses through me, my flesh reacting to his dominance.
“I owe you so many spankings,” he growls. “For running away and being a defiant little pet and almost flooding your entire world with unchecked alien technology. I know you thought you were defending your village, but you do not have to bear that burden alone anymore, Emily. I am here.”