She was going to say she wanted to go back to Earth. But there was now no returning to Earth. When she first escaped the palace, there was some limited possibility she might be able to go home. She could have maybe found a freighter or something going by Mars or whatever. But not now. Even if a magic portal opened up, there was no chance of ever returning to the planet where she had been born and expected to live her entire life.
Wings changed everything. Even more than a baby might have. Wings made her a freak on the planet of her birth. Wings set her apart from every human that had ever been, and probably most of them who would ever be.
For the moment they weren’t really wings in the sense of Dominax’s, or anyone else’s. For the moment they were uncomfortable extensions from her shoulders which hadn’t even begun to feather. In other words, she was like a baby bird, and she felt just as aesthetically unappealing.
“You don’t truly know what you want yet, my pet. You have spent so much time in rebellion, you have never truly experienced all the pleasures of being owned by a king.”
“You mean being fucked by one.”
“Not just that,” he smiled. “This is a palace full of riches and entertainments which you never behaved long enough to enjoy. And now that you have returned to me as a criminal, you must be punished.”
“Not the leather…”
“Not the leather,” he said. “What I intend to do to you will make you beg for the leather, my wayward pet.”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, possessively. She felt his tongue conquering hers, exploring every part of her mouth as his hands roamed her robe-clad body, slipping beneath the folds of the sheer fabric to touch her with plainly carnal intent.
This was the side of Dominax she had always enjoyed, the side she had ached for on the long city nights. There had never been any problems between them in the bedroom, and Katie needed some respite.
“I told you on the very first day we met that you were mine. I wish you would come to understand what that means. It is not an empty statement. These are not human words which sound pretty but mean nothing. It is a reflection of the deepest reality. It is why you could not leave this planet. You are mine. We are soul-bound. One creature in two bodies.”
There was a poetry and a romance to his words she wished she had heard earlier. Or maybe it was as he said. Maybe he’d said these things, but she hadn’t really understood them. On Earth, almost nothing was literal. But in Dominax’s realm, everything was. Maybe they truly had bonded in a way she did not understand, but could feel throughout every part of her.
“You are mine, and we are going to make new life, pet,” he purred, kissing her neck, grazing his sharp teeth against the soft flesh. “This sweet little hole will stretch for me and my seed will make life burn inside you.”
He was toying with her clit, driving her to the brink of another one of those unavoidable orgasms which threatened to tear through her and destroy her completely.
She wanted him so badly. She wanted his seed even more. What she didn’t want was to admit any of that, to him, or to herself. Fortunately for her conflicted state, it didn’t matter.
Dominax rose up over her, the muscular plane of his body a thing of incredible beauty framed by her raised and spread thighs. She felt the thick, hot head of his cock against her slit, quickly becoming coated with the moisture of her desire.
“This time,” the king told her, “This time there is no escape. You will take my seed, and you will bear my young.”
She felt a tug at her collar, the king’s powerful hand making the collar snug tighter about her neck as he surged forward and she undid herself for him, her body welcoming him warmly, deeply, and completely.
Her cry echoed around the room as she felt her flesh envelop his, becoming the vessel first for his cock, and then for his seed. Dominax was more gentle at first than she had expected him to be. This was more than a breeding. This was a reclaiming.
He was marking her as his own. Every stroke and thrust was designed to let her know that she was still his. There was no running from him. No real escape. The collar around her neck had never left her throughout her escape and ordeal. He pulled at it as he thrust inside her, filling her all the way up, letting her feel the powerful pulsing of his flesh.
“You’re mine,” he said. “All mine. You have been from the very first moment we met, and you will be until the end of time. We are connected in flesh, in feeling, and soon we will be united by the combination of our DNA, two codes combining to make one new entity, the living embodiment of our love.”