Chapter 8

ZAHHN

Trepidation glimmers in Leona's dark eyes, yet the delectable scent of her arousal keeps heightening in the air, and the gleam of moisture between her thighs increases as well. She's nervous, but she cannot hide the true level of her growing excitement from me.

As I stand over her, another thought enters my mind. How easily could she accept a Darrvason-size cock in her mouth? I glance at the large phallus I'm holding and move to stand next to her head. She side-eyes the phallus as her legs tremble in the placements that keep her wet center spread wide.

"Before I attempt to penetrate your core with this object, I would like to see how easily you can take it in your mouth. Please open." I place the tip of the phallus at her lips, but she wrenches her head away and emits a little squeak of outrage. "Leona." I utter her name in the most scolding tone I can muster, but it doesn't encourage her to obey.

She closes her eyes and shakes her head slightly, all while keeping her lips pressed tightly together. Another outraged noise leaves her throat. Impatience sears me. Surely accepting a phallus in her mouth would be easier than taking it in her pussy. Why is she resisting? I clear my throat, making an outraged noise of my own, a growl of warning, yet it doesn't prompt her to obey.

"Very well." I set the phallus aside. Then I shift position, lift her feet from the placements, clasp her ankles together in one hand, and immediately deliver two hard slaps to her bottom.

She gasps and squirms and tries to escape, but I don't release my hold. "I'm sorry! Please." She whimpers as I apply two additional firm smacks to her cheeks.

"You had your chance to obey, little female. Perhaps once you have a sore, stinging bottom, you will be more cooperative." Ignoring her protests, I set a quick pace of spanking. The rapid blows echo in the exam room, alongside her gasps and whimpers.

"Please stop! You must stop!" Her face contorts with pain, and she makes another attempt to hurl herself off the table.

I tighten my grip on her ankles and spank faster, intent on making a lasting impression. Perhaps she thought my threat to punish her was nothing but a bluff. I continue peppering her buttocks with quick slaps, paying particular attention to the area where her thighs merge with her cheeks, as I notice the blows to this region prompt her to gasp louder.

As I punish my naughty little patient, I can't help but admire the sight of her exposed nether area. In this position with her legs held high, her pussy is on full display. I can even see her clit poking out from between her folds.

My scrotum vibrates and my dual shafts throb hard inside my pants. Fluxx , I'm so eager to rut her. So eager to make her take my larger, lower appendage rather than the phallus. For a moment, I consider stopping her punishment so I might ravish her to completion.

A deep growl leaves me, one borne of frustration and lust. Inhaling a deep breath, I attempt to get my desires under control. Taking a deep breath, however, only causes me to fill my lungs with the sweet, pungent scent of Leona's arousal.

A glance at her nether area shows she's soaking wet, moisture coating her inner thighs. I imagine I can see the pulsing of her clit as she writhes on the table. She's no longer trying to escape, but she's not remaining still either. No doubt the sting of the spanking makes it difficult for her to remain unmoving.

I apply ten additional smacks to her bottom, then pause to admire my handiwork. The globes of her ass are dark pink, and the backs of her upper thighs show some color as well. Beautiful.

My shafts lurch in my pants. Primal need surges in my veins. Yet, somehow, I resist the urge to rip my clothing off and plunge into her wet mating orifice.

Focus. Focus on the details of her examination. You must report your findings in a manner befitting a decorated physician and admired researcher.

Reminding myself of what's at stake seems to calm the worst of my urges, though my shafts don't soften, nor does my scrotum cease vibrating. But my blood cools just enough that I'm no longer on the verge of claiming the pretty little human.

Fluxx , that was close.

Still holding her ankles, I straighten and peer down at her. She blinks fast against a sheen of moisture, though no tears have fallen. I haven't spanked her to the point of crying, but it was close. A few more hard smacks and no doubt tears would stream down her face.

If she continues to resist me and refuses to suck the phallus, I resolve that I will resume her thrashing with renewed vigor, even if it causes her to break down sobbing. I won't abide her disobedience.

I stroke a hand over her punished flesh, and her breath catches as the scent of her excitement swells in the air. It's apparent that she became exceedingly wet as I chastised her, despite the pain of the spanking. What a treasure she is.

Though she has a rebellious side, I suspect there's a part of her that longs to submit to my authority, a part of her that can't help but quiver and ache as I exert my control over her. The immense slickness between her trembling thighs is evidence enough.

Not for the first time, I find myself regretting that I cannot take a mate. Furthermore, I regret that Leona's not in the age range decreed by the newly sealed alliance. No matter what, it wouldn't be possible for us to join. I wouldn't lawfully be permitted to claim her.

Still holding her legs high, I meet her eyes. "Will you be obedient and demonstrate your ability to suck on the phallus, or shall I turn your bottom an even brighter shade of pink?"

A shaky breath escapes her. Then she says, "I'll be obedient. Just please… no more spanking. Please ." While there's a definite note of defeat in her voice, she doesn't sound downtrodden. A spark of her vivacious personality remains. She's submitting to me, but she isn't entirely happy about it.

Hearing her beg, however, stirs something deep and primal inside me.

I continue to admire the sight of her punished cheeks as well as the wetness between her thighs. My mate. Mine.

Fluxx . Though I know it's impossible for us to become mates, I cannot stop the word from echoing in my psyche.

A wave of possessive desire steals through me, but I attempt to tamp it down. Once again, I remind myself of my responsibility to my people. If I go rogue and physically claim my human female patient, I might single handedly endanger the Darrvason-human alliance.

"I am pleased that you have agreed to comply," I finally say, and my voice comes out strained. I lower her legs and assist her in returning her feet to the stirrups. She winces as she assumes the original position, though she says nothing. There's no doubt in my mind that she'll be sore for days and likely have difficulty sitting.

Will she think of me each time she experiences a twinge of pain and winces? I rather like the idea of her thinking of me in the days to come, even if she's harboring unkind or angry thoughts.

Once she's settled to my liking, I stroke the backs of my fingers down her cheek and neck, gently caressing her as if she's a skittish animal I wish to calm. I muse that if I were to make the comparison aloud, she would likely try to bite my hand off. She's nervous and aching to submit—I can sense it—yet there's a fire of defiance burning inside her.

Star Gods, how I would love to be the male to tame her.

If she were my mate, I would teach her to serve and obey.

I would punish her insolence, and I would reward her submission. Either way, she would be perpetually sore. Sore from a recent thrashing, or sore from a recent mating session during which I would make her climax repeatedly.

I reach for the larger phallus, and this time my subdued patient doesn't turn away when I place it at her lips. Progress, I decide, though she hasn't yet opened her mouth. I wait and watch, wondering if she'll require additional punishment. But finally, she parts her lips and allows me to slide the phallus inside. Her cheeks bulge from the intrusion, and her eyes water.

"Good little patient." I withdraw the object from her mouth nearly the entire way, then plunge back inside. Repeating this motion over and over, I continue as I train her to accept the phallus more deeply with each thrust. "That's it, Leona. Show me how you would obediently suck your mate's appendage. Very, very good."

Perhaps it's due to the praising tone of my voice, or perhaps it's because she's embarrassed or angry, but she blushes a shade of pink so bright it rivals the hue of her punished buttocks.

Eventually, I nudge the phallus against the back of her throat, which causes her to gag. Her eyes go wide and she whimpers, but she remains compliant and doesn't try to withdraw from the demonstration. Pride swells in my chest, an emotion that's almost tender.

To my shock, I have the strangest urge to lean down and press a soft kiss to her forehead. But I don't follow the urge. Every muscle in my body tenses as I resist.

Fluxx , what utter madness is clutching me?

I try to focus on the practical implications of this demonstration—I'm showing that human females will be capable of pleasuring their Darrvason mates with their mouths. After administering a few more plunges of the phallus, I remove the object from her mouth and move to stand between her spread thighs.

It's time. Time to learn whether Leona can withstand a larger Darrvason male's appendage in her mating orifice. As though on cue, my lower shaft throbs against the front of my pants. Heat engulfs me, but I ignore my spiraling lust and position the phallus at her drenched core.

I capture her gaze as I place a thumb on her clit. She shudders as the tiny, distended bit of flesh pulses under my touch. Her back arches slightly and a whimpering gasp drifts from her lips. Such a lovely, responsive little female.

"You did an excellent job sucking the largest phallus. Even though it proved a challenge for you, and you gagged several times, I believe that if you were given the opportunity, you could successfully bring a Darrvason male to completion with your mouth alone." I try not to imagine her kneeling on the floor to take my appendages in her mouth, one after the other, but it's suddenly the only thing I can think about. I picture her peering up at me with wide eyes, then shyly leaning forward as she parts her lips to accept one of my erect shafts in her mouth. Fluxx , what an experience it would be.

She tears her gaze from me and studies the wall, though I notice she's not immune to my touch. It appears she's trying not to be affected by the swirling pressure I'm enacting on her clit, but I glimpse the slight tremors running through her body, and there's no hiding the immense moisture that gleams between her thighs.

She gasps as I push the tip of the phallus into her pussy. I commence a steady thrusting motion. In and out, and in and out. I go deeper with each drive. Her whimpers and moans reverberate in my head, encouraging me to continue. Every now and then she winces as though I've hit a sore spot, but each time the pained look fades and is replaced by a look of rapture as I tend to her clit.

Pleasure. I'm striving to bring her pleasure. Even if she can't manage to take the entirety of the largest phallus, I intend to make her shatter again on the exam table. I want to watch her face contort with ecstasy as she reaches the heights of bliss.

"Good little female." I lean closer and inhale her pungent arousal. Then I increase the pace of swirls to her sensitive button. Her eyes meet mine just before she starts writhing and moaning. "That's it. Come for me, Leona. Be obedient and come."