He lay her across his lab, with his hand on her lower back, and he rubbed slow circles along her ass before slowly pulling the waistband down, revealing her smooth dark skin and black underwear. He traced his fingers along the seam. “I told you not to wear panties, Milly,” he tsked and pulled them down too. His hands traced shivery marks along her ass and thighs before without warning, a sharp smack landed on her right cheek. pm bv n mmmmmm

Aleia wakes up hogtied and is experimented on to see if humans are worthy sexual partners for ankrix, then given to a high ankrix who marks her as his own

When she awoke again, she felt groggy and out of it, but as soon as she noticed her hands weren’t bound, she shot up. Immediately her head pounded and she groaned.

“Lie down,” commanded a voice. Aleia looked up and tried to focus as her vision swam on the murky figure standing at a table a few feet away.

“I said lie down.”

She obliged, not wanting any more pain than she was already in. That was when she noticed she was lying on some sort of sofa, covered with a blanket, instead of on the cold hard floor. She frowned, meaning to sit up again, but deciding against it.

“Where am I?” she managed, her voice hoarse. The figure was still too blurry to make out, but he looked human.

“You’re still on the Asphodel if that’s what you’re asking.” He moved closer and she could make out the tell-tale grey skin of an ankrix. But he seemed different, taller, stronger, his skin a few shades darker. “You’re in my office.”

“Who are you?” she asked, pulling the warm blanket tighter around herself.

“Z’rai,” he told her, not even glancing in her direction, engrossed in what was on the screens on his table. “But you will call me sir or master. Do you understand?”

“M-master?” she asked, almost shivering.

“Yes. You belong to me now, Straika claims an error was made when you arrived, our drugs were not administered.