The Alien’s Pet (Earthly Mates #2)

Chapter 3

Three

One month later…

King Korrev looked at his second in command and best friend, Kyvan, with a bored expression. He had just finished his daily training and had been about to enjoy his dinner, when Kyvan asked if he could have a word.

If he would have known the reason behind it, he would have denied his request. Both of them were in their human form, which they preferred to be in when they were not training and, instead, were in the safety of the palace.

The two men couldn't have been more different. While Kyvan sported short, cropped, dark hair, Korrev's own golden blond hair cascaded down his shoulders when he didn't have it braided. Kyvan was even-tempered and fair. Korrev was sharp-tongued and violent.

It was a wonder they were even friends in the first place. But they had grown up together, almost like brothers. For years, they only had each other, as their fathers often fought in wars and their mothers were dead and buried.

As far as friends went, he supposed he could do worse. Besides, Kyvan was the only one who tolerated him when he was in one of his raging tempers which, for the king, was often.

"Are you telling me three Krotev warriors have been struggling to control one single human female for an entire month?" he growled. "Why the hell hasn't she been mated yet?"

Kyvan sighed. "Everyone has refused to take her. They say she isn't worth the trouble and would rather wait for the next batch. She's pretty." As if that solved anything. No one wanted a beautiful female if she had a sharp tongue. "But she's difficult. We have tried everything to break her—placed her in isolation, reduced her food, threatened her, spanked her until her ass was bright red and covered in welts. Nothing works. I think we might have to send her back."

"No. Memory erasing is a hassle."

"Do you suggest we kill her?"

"No. It would be a waste if she's pretty. Bring her to me. I want to see the female who has managed to subdue my strongest warriors."

Kyvan led the king to one of the smallest rooms they usually used for interrogation. One of his warriors, Bazin, who had bright red hair, was guarding the door. He looked embarrassed that they had to get the king's help, as he should have been. How was it they couldn't handle one simple female?

"Kyvan, leave," Korrev instructed. If he was going to break this woman, he was going to do it without him present. He was one of his best warriors, but he was tenderhearted, especially when it came to females. It was best he wasn't here, or it was going to cause problems in the long run.

If he wanted to break this woman and have her understand that she was at the bottom of the totem pole, he didn't need anyone giving her looks of sympathy.

Kyvan looked like he wanted to argue, which he would never do in front of another person. He respected the king too much. He gave a curt nod before he left.

"Bazin, what is the woman's name?"

"Karin, Your Majesty."

"Get a fire going and a hot poker. The ones with my initials and the king's seal." He paused. "And a bow. Pink if we have it. Attach one of the name plates engraved with my initials and the royal symbol."

Every female in Krotev wore a ribbon and bow around her neck. It contained a tracking device.

"Yes, of course."

Once he scurried off, Korrev opened the door. The room was small and cramped. There were no windows, so as to drive their prisoners insane. There was a woman crouched in the corner of the room. Tall. Blonde. Wide curves. Large breasts. If it wasn't for her terrible attitude, she would have been the perfect mating partner.

The woman glared at him with angry blue eyes, as if she wanted to attack him. It wouldn't have been any use, though, even if she tried. He could break every bone in her body without thinking if he wanted to.

Korrev couldn't help but smirk. She was a bit cute, like a snarling animal, as if her small teeth would do anything to hurt him. Perhaps, he should have come in in his true form, instead of the human one, but where would the fun in that be?

Everyone, with the exception of Kyvan, feared him. It was nice to have a challenge for once.

"Turn around," he ordered, waving a finger in her direction.

Karin's jaw clenched, but she didn't move. He waited for a minute. Patience wasn't really his strong suit.

He gripped her arm and jerked her up. "I am King Korrev. When I give you an order, you follow it, understand? My men have been too soft on you."

"Fuck you!" Then the little brat had the audacity to spit on him.

Rage filled his veins, and it took all his willpower not to strangle her. He pulled her by the ear and led her towards the back of the room where there were two handcuffs hanging on opposite ends.

Karin whimpered as he cuffed both wrists, to prevent her from leaving. Her back was towards him, which gave him a good view of her ass. It was dark pink as Kyvan had mentioned, but it was obvious it was on the road to healing. There wasn't a single welt on it.

He removed his belt, not bothering to bend it in half. "It appears my men weren't hard enough on you. Do not worry, I can easily remedy that so you don't do anything as stupid as you just did."

Korrev landed the belt firmly in the center of her ass. She screamed as he marked her bottom. His belt fell again harshly on the backs of her thighs. Karin whined, but he showed no mercy.

The king whipped her with the belt over and over again, until every inch of her ass from the top to the backs of her thighs was bright red and covered with belt marks. Karin screamed herself hoarse, but unlike his useless warriors, he showed her no mercy.

His cock grew hard as he stared at the plump, round, red cheeks which were practically glowing and bounding lewdly as she shifted from foot to foot, trying to escape his belt. Korrev wasn't usually impressed by the human race, but he had to admit they made beautiful females.

After the fortieth hard stroke on an already tender butt, King Korrev finally stopped. He put on his belt and went towards a sobbing Karin. He pulled on her golden hair to push her sobbing face towards him.

"Listen closely, Karin, because I am not someone who likes to repeat himself. You have given my men enough trouble for an entire month. This misbehavior stops now. You might have been someone on Earth, but you are in Krotev now, and here, you are nothing." He clamped one hand against a swollen cheek and rotated it slowly, his fingers caressing the fresh welts. She sobbed. "I can make your life very uncomfortable." He entered one unlubricated finger inside her tight hole as she flinched, involuntary squeezing his finger inside her tight anal cavity. "So, be a good girl and do as you're told. All right?"

She didn't agree with him, but she didn't argue, either. It was a start.

The door opened and Bazin stepped inside. "Sir, I have the bow and the poker is warm. Where do you want them?"

"On the table," Korrev barked. "And leave. Your services are no longer required."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Korrev picked up the ribbon with the bow from the table. A name plate with his initials and the royal symbol dangled from it. Much like what a domesticated animal would wear. He placed the bright pink bow around her neck.

Karin's crying had subdued, but she was still trembling.

"Since my men do not find your naughtiness appealing, you will become my pet. Not mate. Pet. You are the lowest of the low, Karin. You are even below the other females. You are nothing." Korrev smiled. "Who knows, maybe with a bit of training, someone will want you as his mate, but until then, you are mine. Do not bother removing the bow. Only I have the key."

"I will never submit," Karin choked out bravely. "Not until I am taken home."

Korrev smiled at her stupidity as he grabbed the hot poker. "That will never happen. Now, I need you to remain still for ten seconds. You are going to feel a burning sensation on your right buttock."

Before Karin could even ask what he meant, he pressed the hot poker in the shape of his initials and the royal symbol into the spanked skin. Karin screamed at the burning sensation as her ass was branded.

"There." The king removed the poker after ten horrid seconds. "You are marked. Everyone will know you're mine."

She didn't seem to be listening. She just continued sobbing. He shook his head. This was not what he wanted to deal with right now. He couldn't stand crying females, which was one of the main reasons why he hadn't taken a mate, even though he should be providing heirs.

Human females were so sensitive. Everything was always the end of the world for them. It was surprising the human species had lasted as long as it had.

"Karin, stop crying!" he ordered immediately.

Karin only cried harder.

Perhaps breaking her wouldn't be difficult after all. He removed the cuffs from her wrists and placed a weeping Karin over his shoulder, her burning, bare rump in the air, and took her back to his quarters.

Karin stopped crying momentarily when he entered his large bedroom. She was the first person to be there other than the servants, and he wondered briefly if it was a mistake. His bedroom was supposed to be his sanctuary. The last thing he needed was a little human running around and ruining his peace.

His bed was large, to accommodate his larger than most frame. One of the servants had placed a small square mattress on the edge of his bed. Pink, to match the bow around her neck.

He dropped her on the bed as gently as he could, but Karin still glared at him. She looked around momentarily, forgetting her anger. "Where am I?"

"My bedroom."

She looked down at her mattress, looking a little lost. "And this is where I'm supposed to sleep?"

"You can sleep on the floor if you prefer." Korrev narrowed his eyes. "Remember, you are a pet. You have no privileges. If I want you to lick the floor, you will lick the floor without complaining, or your ass will pay the price."

She flushed bright red. "My butt hurts," she murmured. Karin winced as her fingers touched the marks left behind. She looked horrified that his initials were on her bottom. On the other hand, it made Korrev feel proud to see her marked with the king's crest.

"I don't see how it is my concern," Korrev answered plainly.

Karin's eyes watered, but she didn't beg. Maybe she did have a little fight left in her. Good. It would be boring for him if she gave up too easily.

"If you need to relieve yourself, you do it in that room." He pointed to a smaller door where she could find the bathroom. "Don't make a mess."

She nodded, looking exhausted. It was still early, but she needed sleep. It had been a long day for her.

Karin settled into her mattress, for once not shielding her nakedness. She needed to get used to being naked. He would never allow her to wear clothes. None of the females in Krotev did.

There was a knock on the door and a servant came in with a bowl of white liquid. He nodded his thanks and delivered the bowl to Karin. "Drink," he ordered.

She wrinkled her nose. He almost smiled. She would make a good queen. Karin was just as stubborn as he was. "What is it?"

"Warm milk."

"This place has milk?"

"We import it along with other human goods and then sell it at the local market. Now, drink." The milk was laced with a tasteless sleeping and healing powder so she would sleep through the night and her bottom would heal. It would still ache in the morning, but not as much as it did right now.

"I need a glass. Or at least a spoon."

"Pets drink from the bowl."

Karin made a face. For a second, Korrev wondered if he might have to force feed her, but much to his surprise, she poked out her pink tongue and started licking the milk from the bowl in his hand.

She was only halfway through when she started feeling sleepy. Korrev pulled the bowl away as Karin settled into her mattress at the foot of his bed and promptly fell asleep.

Korrev watched her sleep for a few minutes before he started stroking her blonde hair, She was quite pretty. They had brought in many beautiful women before, but Karin was quite possibly the most beautiful of them.

The king shook his head. He really must stop thinking the most stupid thoughts.