I will breed her, but first I must tame her.
Her people attacked my world, and they were defeated. Now this beautiful little human will be the spoils of war, taken as my mate in return for a promise to spare her planet from annihilation.
She is mine to use as I please, but before she can be bred she must be mastered. If being carried aboard my ship bare and on display after a sound spanking doesn’t teach my mate her place, then I will deal with her defiance in a way that leaves her quivering bottom sore inside and out.
No matter how deeply she blushes or how shamefully she begs, we both know that soon she will be screaming with every shattering climax as she learns what it means to be alien property.