15. I am a lesbian... A homosexual woman

15. I am a lesbian... A homosexual woman
Mia's POV

My heart is going to burst out of my chest.

I need to calm it. I need to breathe.

I can hear the thundering against my chest as we lock gazes.

My back arched, my body reacting against my will.

Because no, I don’t want to look flushed.

I don’t want to inch closer to his body to feel his skin on mine. I’m not in any way curious to know what it would feel like if my stiff nipples fell in his mouth, or how hard he would suckle on it and graze it with his fangs. But here I was…

Or no.

It was my body doing everything against my will.

“Are you wet?” My hypersensitive body felt his gaze on my slit before he ran his thumb along the full length and pinched it in front of my eye, making me watch the sticky liquid of my excitement coat his finger and then drip to my skin.

“No.” I gulped, still unable to look away.

Desperately, I wanted to. But the hold of his gaze wouldn’t let me. It held me in place, daring me to look away.

And every time I remembered Kylanor’s warning or suffering a fate worse than death, my resolve sharpened.

This was a staring contest and I didn’t care how captivating his eyes were. I refused to look away or blink first.

“You seem so impatient for my cock.”

“I’m not!” I spat.

A ridiculing smirk that told me he didn’t believe a word of what I said brightened up his face, and I felt the urge to run. Run as far as my legs could carry me—except I remained frozen in place.

Unable to move or say a word.

Just staring back and feeling my body act against my will, at least until I felt something warm on my thigh.

Warm and hard, growing and continuously pressing against my skin.

Startled, I shook and shifted my leg, only to feel it get stuck.

My thigh went frigid as my mind registered what it—they—were.

His two dicks.

“Why so impatient, human? Your holes are still too small to take my cocks.”

I gulped and finally shut my eyes. Tightly.

There was no way I could continue looking into those eyes after I’d watched them change from black to red.

They were dripping with lust, and the crease on his forehead showed me self-restraint.

He was holding back.

My eyes snapped back open, but instead of looking at him, I turned my gaze downward, to his growing hardness my leg was stuck in.

A smirk formed on my face that soon turned into a full smile.

“What’s funny?” His groggy voice snapped me out of my thoughts as he tilted my head upwards. I could feel my sticky wetness on his fingertips press into my jaw a little harsher than intended.

I couldn’t complain.

“Uhn?” I croaked, suddenly feeling threatened.

We stayed like that in silence for a few seconds while he continued to rub on my thigh with his hard-on. Subtly, but definite.

He was moving, and soon enough, the bed started to rock alongside his waist.

“You said you would wait until I’m ready,” I croaked as I started to feel the friction on my thigh.

My body heat reaching a new high with the bucking of his waist.

“This body of yours should be put to use before then. You are here as my hostage and breeder.”

“That just makes you unreliable. How could you even boast about being the Alpha when you can’t keep to your words?”

“You…” He paused in his movement for a second as his eyes turned back to black.

He snapped his head backward and got off me in one swift move.

And when I thought I’d annoyed him enough to let me go but not do any harm, he turned his body back to face me. A new glint in his eye.

“I don’t answer to anyone, human,” he said.

That didn’t make him look any less scary. I still wanted to run. I still needed to find my way out of here, but at least I could postpone getting pierced by his hard-ons for as long as possible.

However, with nowhere to go, I could only grip the bedsheet as tight as I could in my palm and stare back at him.

Fear, I’ve learned from experience of getting chased by dogs, never works in your favor.

So I needed to look as bold and in control as possible even though my thighs desperately wanted to rub on each other.

Even though I wanted to cower and cry and beg to be taken home.

“Just don’t let me see you with Kylanor ever again. Or any other male monster beast again…”

“Why not? I need to make friends.” My voice came out lower than normal.

But stronger than I thought it would.

And that was a good sign, seeing that there was no tremble in my voice.

“I won’t say this again, Mia,” he warned through gritted teeth, his index finger pointed at me in warning.

But what took me by shock wasn’t that.

“You know my name?” My lips remained slightly apart from the surprise I felt from hearing my name rolling out of his mouth.

He had always called me ‘human.’ No emotions involved. Like he saw me as something insignificant.

But right now, seeing the slight furrow of his eyebrows, I couldn’t help my reaction.

Kylanor calling me pounded like every other person doing so.

But hearing this pompous alpha beast say it in the middle of our heightened emotion made me pause to give him a second look. I could still hear my name in his voice as we locked eyes.

“Shouldn’t I know the name of the woman who will bear my heir?” he smirked.

He actually smirked, like he knew what that did to me.

“And what if I was infertile?” I asked and watched as the smirk on his face rained onto mine.

Oh, and I did my best to maintain the smile for the longest... at least until his counterattack that made my face turn a deep shade of red.

He closed one eye and took in a deep breath before opening them again. All while I didn’t dare to as much as breathe aloud, as I feared what color his eyes might turn to this time.

“You must be kidding me,” he scoffed.

“Nope,” I popped the ‘P,’ glad that his eyes were still black without any shade of red.

“Then I must make you realize sooner than later that even if you were a male, my three sperm-producing cocks are more than enough to get you pregnant.”

“Uhn?” My eyes widened further, and I almost choked as naughty images flooded my mind.

“I have chosen you, and you should consider yourself lucky. Can’t you at least act with more intelligence?” His cock brushed my skin another time, and I shivered.

I wanted to cry at his confidence, but instead I sniffled the tears away and said,
“I don’t even like men. Never did. I am a freaking lesbian. Let me go…” please I wanted to add, but decided against it.

In my desperation, I’d let my strong façade break, but I wouldn’t shatter it further by begging.

“What’s that strange word? Is that some weird magical incantation?” he asked, his eyebrows genuinely contorted. He was curious, not taunting.

His eyes showed blissful ignorance, and I would have loved to jeer at him for not knowing what it meant.

“You really don’t know?” I questioned back.

He shook his head, and I didn’t know if the small tint of red on his bronze skin was a blush or if it was always there. I didn’t bother to push it further and just explained instead.

“A lesbian is a homosexual woman. It means I am attracted to women and women alone,” I added as the contorted space between his eyebrows loosened.

“I understand why anyone would want women and just women. Heck, I am one of them,” he said, raising his large palm, “but I don’t care, human. You are mine now. Your body is for me, and you will learn to love me and me alone,” he said and landed what was supposed to be a kiss on my cheek.

If anything, I felt repulsed by the skin contact and recoiled away from him.

Or at least tried to.

“I hate you,” I spat out.

“And I don’t care. Or rather,” he leaned in, his eyes glistening with a tease, “I am above any emotions whatsoever. Be logical and accept this is your life now.”

My life? I wanted to scoff, but my eyes glistened with tears as I felt a heaviness in my chest. A life that wasn’t fully mine to control.

“You’re just emotionally unintelligent,” I barked instead of letting the tears fall.

His gaze on me widened, his lips spread slightly apart.

At first, he looked stumped for words, then he stepped back like he was trying to hold back from doing something to me.

He said some words that were definitely curse words, except I couldn’t tell what they meant. It felt like the automatic translator was suddenly turned off.

So I just stared back at him in confusion and curiosity until he said, “GAIN WEIGHT,” then patted his groin before turning around.

I could still see the outline in his outfit.

“The human body doesn’t work like that,” I raised my voice confidently, even though it was a real fear of mine.

I could never grow big enough to take those things inside of me.

“Eh.” He paused then turned around. “It seems you need some motivation.”

His tone carried some obscurity, and I didn’t understand what he meant by motivation—until he turned around, and I noticed him fiddling with his cloth.

“W-what… what are you trying to do?” I regretted stopping him as the cloth on his waist started to slip down his hip, showing off just how sculpted he was.

And even still, I couldn’t bring myself to look away. Not when my whole body shivered with curiosity.

How did he have two cocks? Where did they grow from?

How huge was he?

Definitely bigger than any strap I’d taken...

Just how thick was he?

All my questions are answered by the time he turns. And I’m left at a crossroads,

Frozen in place as my eyes roam his nether regions.

Damn!

“You’re drooling.”

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