A mate is for life...

Curlaccaccacc smiled that incongruous smile of his, as he licked his lips, his single eye flicking back to her splayed moist sex. Then he explained, the strange unspoken voice echoing within her skull.

“You need to understand, my dear that when we mate, we mate for life, there is no going back. You will be expected to procreate for me, continuing my line. As you can see from the frescoes”, and he gestured with a wave of a tentacle, “you human women are good breeding stock.”

Becky’s eyes widened as she took in the detail on the wall. The tiny human women. Their swollen bellies. Even some graphic birthing scenarios.

“The births are sometimes .... painful.... given the size of my offspring and, regrettably”, at this he looked genuinely sad, “some women do not survive.”

He continued, as he eyed her slender frame and, quite unashamedly, her sex again.”Your vagina. It may never be the same again once it learns to accommodate our offspring. That is of no consequence to me”, and he grinned as he waved his sex organ to demonstrate how it expanded and contracted,” the sex will be good and you will be able to give me 5, maybe 6 children in time. It just won’t look so pretty. So compact.” He let the words sink in.

“However, you should remember that you will be my mate. You will have special status among us. Privilege and wealth. And you may take lovers, of either sex, so long as they share our bed and you continue to make yourself available for breeding purposes.”

He spoke softly, “and for that, I promise to let you go, once our vow is sealed. And to protect you and deliver you back to your friends until you are ready to return to me and opens your legs once more and breed for me.”

Becky didn’t know how to respond so she sat quietly, closing her legs to his gaze as she considered her options. If she says ‘no’, he may **** her anyway and she will definitely not see her friends again.

If she says ‘yes’, the **** is avoided, for now at least. She shivered when she thought if it, of having his babies, and looked down at her neat pussy fearing how it may become to look if what he said were true, to exchange one breeding programme for another, but it might buy her time, the one thing she didn’t have right now. Besides, her friends were resourceful, surely they could find a way out for her?

Before she really realized, she blurted out her answer, “Yes. I agree to be your mate.” Shocked at her own words, she felt her pulse racing in her temples.

Curlaccaccacc observed her for a few minutes, seemingly weighing her up, but did not give her a second chance.

“Good, then we’ll begin”, the voice inside her head once again.

He sat upright and raised his head to the ceiling and she thought for a second it was some kind of ritual, a prayer, but then she noticed that he was fishing around in his mouth with a tendril. With a satisfied slurp of his lips he pulled the limb out and approached her again.

On the tip of the organ was the tiniest of shiny, white pearls. It seemed to emit a glow in the dull light of the cavern.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, before regretting it as her sore throat complained once more.

“I’m glad you approve,” he uttered, as he busied himself, pushing Becky backwards once more for some reason. She was confused as he lay on her back. Even more so when her legs were lifted and parted again.

“But I thought you were ....”, she started, again regretting using her voice before using her mind to continue her protest, “.. going to spare me...”, as she tried, and failed, to close her thighs.

His tentacles held her legs splayed firmly wide as he initially ignored her protests. Worse still, she felt him probing her sex and her labia spread as he focused on her genitals, triumphantly revealing her clitoris,

Humiliating though this experience was, Becky was already aroused and the slimy tentacle rubbing over her erect button was very pleasurable, causing her knees to flex as she felt the stimulation kick home.

She didn’t notice another tentacle joining the fray until a sharp pain jolted her upright.

“G-Gods!”, she screamed hoarsely as her clitoris erupted with a stabbing pain that died away almost as quickly as it started, ebbing to a residual throb.

“There!”, his voice in her brain again as he leaned back, obviously pleased with his handiwork, “doesn’t it look pretty?”

She looked down between her legs to where he still held her sex exposed. The first thing she noticed was the tentacle that had inflicted the pain on her, still worryingly close, with a long needle-like projection tipped with blood. Her eyes then moved on to her vulva where he held her clitoris proud for inspection. It was adorned with the beautiful, shiny white pearl that he had extracted from his mouth. Although the memory of the pain was still close, she had to admit it was rather fetching, and the residual throb far from unpleasant.

“This binds you to me, Becky. You are my mate. This is a token of our bond and it serves several purposes aside from providing decoration. It means I, as your mate, will always be able to track you and contact you. If you touch it, you can communicate with me telepathically should you need my help. Of course,” and he smiled that smile of his again, “it enhances sexual pleasure and you may wish to remember the telepathic link should you wish, ahem, to engage in any personal acts that you do not wish me to be privy to.”

He illustrated this last sentence with gentle motions on her clitoris and the waves of pleasure started again that seriously tempted her to give herself up to the sensations but his voice brought her back to focus.

“But mark my words, my sweet, I will be able to monitor your movements, I will know where you are and, should you fail to return as promised I will track you down. My mercy will not be so forthcoming under those circumstances.”

In that she had no doubt, as she looked into his single eye, but secretly wished he would rub down there..

“Just a little longer. Please.”, she thought.

He grinned and she blushed, forgetting he could hear her every thought.

“Plenty of time for that, later, my dear. We must get you back to your friends. The sooner you rescue them the sooner our life together can begin.”

With that, he lifted her up, bodily, in a sea of tentacles and bore her to a small room that lead off the main chamber. There was variety of clothing and weapons to be found there.

”from previous victims?”, she wondered and, forgetting their link, received an immediate reply in her brain.

“Some of them, yes.”, he rejoined.

He dressed her in a female underclothes of silk, coverings of the softest leather that clung like a second skin and a suit of the finest chain mail. He let her choose her own weapons.

“The armour is the strongest known. You may bruise but it cannot be pierced by conventional weapons such as those the lizard folk possess. The leather is not only water proof, it will keep you warm and dry no matter what the conditions. It is a protective shield for my maiden.”

She sensed a tone of affection and realized that with these acts he was preparing to let her return to her world, and letting go would not be easy for him. As if further evidence was needed, the organ, that she had deduced from their earlier encounter to be his male member, was visibly engorged once more.

“Yes, I desire you”, his thoughts inside her head again,”but now, back to the surface, and your companions.” he announced, as he lead her back to the main cave.

As they stood on the brink of a deep pool that was fed from the lake above, he turned to her. She thought she was going to get some incongruous ‘goodbye’ hug but then realized that another appendage loomed, this time from his chest. This was covered with veins, the redness indicating a healthy blood flow, reminiscent of a human penis but somewhat longer and thicker.

“The breathing tube”, he explained, ”I am afraid there is no other way to the surface”.

Becky opened her mouth, acknowledging the truth in his words, fearful of the damage it would cause to her throat, but knowing this was the way home.

As the slimy tip slid between her lips, she instinctively slide to her knees and started to gag before the breathing tube slid home.

“There really was no need for you to kneel, my dear”, his voice chuckled, “but it is very promising for me that you are so willing with your mouth.”

Eyes wide on his, the tube in her throat feeding her air as it pulsed from him to her, she felt the cold water wash over them both as their journey to the surface began.