The Alien King’s Prey (Royal Aliens 1) - Page 27

“Ask me to fuck you, and I’ll stop making you come,” he told her. "The only way out of torturous orgasm is to give me that tight cunt of yours.”

“Fuck you, and fuck me!” She cried out in surrender.

Archon did not need to be asked again.

Turned on her back, Iris looked up at the intimidating king who was going to claim her as no male ever had before.

His cock was free, rampant, and frighteningly large - an appendage even more alien than the rest of him. She had seen the cocks of men before, fleshy things which sometimes went hard, but for the most part hung flaccid and unfrighteningly in front of their thighs. Iris had wondered if she was even attracted to men, so unremarkable were the cocks of the village men.

The king’s rod gave her an instant and most remarkable sensation of fear mixed with rampant attraction. He was hard, and he was long. The flesh of his cock bore a light scaling, similar to the patterns on his shoulders, neck, and chest.

She had wondered in her travels what it would have felt like if he had fucked her in the forest, if she had not pulled out the knife, if she had instead simply let him ravage her. Iris did not need to wonder very much longer. The king had not disrobed in order to conduct an alien show and tell. That cock was here for her, for the tight hole between her thighs which had been defended all her life, until the king’s flames ripped all protection from her and left her vulnerable.

It shone red and gold, a shifting palette of colors which moved when his body did. That manhood would have been striking enough without the color changing effect, an erotic undulation which started at the base and worked its way to the very tip, which was flared out from a rounded point. This thing was designed to find its way within a woman, to pierce to the core of her and to inseminate her with the seed held in the big royal balls which hung behind the cock, as prominent and remarkable as the rod itself.

“That’s right, my little human. Look upon the mightiness of my royal rod, and know that you will not be spared it.”

She lay there, waiting for him to plunge inside her, tear her open, make her his sexual thrall. But Archon surprised her again, pointing to the rug at his feet.

“On your knees.”

He made the command and she followed it. Disobedience would obviously lead to punishment. He would make her climax and beg and then she would end up doing as he told her to anyway.

This close to the king, she could not help but be caught up in his royal presence. He had charisma and a certain powerful gravitas which spoke to the parts of her mind which resisted logic and instead defaulted to animal truths. This male, this alien, he had been born to rule. It was written in every arrogant, dangerous line of his handsome face.

She had not come up particularly tall against him when she was standing upright. On her knees, she was at even more of a disadvantage, though admittedly, far closer to the object of her interest, that scaled alien cock which was flaring a deeper golden red now that she had obeyed.

“I thought you’d be harder to break,” Archon said, casually gripping her by the back of the head and pulling her mouth down onto his dick without so much as a by your leave.

Iris’ lips parted as much in surprise as obedience. The king’s cock slid between her lips and over her tongue in one long, powerfully suggestive stroke which made the nether regions of her body tingle.

He pulled it out and held the tip at her lips, looking down at her with a smirk which was every bit as arrogant as it was triumphant.

“I’ve never been with a human before,” he told her. “Never had the interest. Always thought you were too soft. But you’re more than soft. You’re hot, and every hole you have is nice and wet for me, isn’t it?”

How did he know? Iris felt her face turning bright red, much like the king’s cock changed color, but for different reasons. She thought she had managed to retain the secret of her response to him, that she could pretend to be defiant, or at the very least, uninterested. If he was going to claim her, she would at least retain her dignity. Or at least, so she had thought.

“I can smell you,” he growled, pushing his cock back into her mouth. “I can smell that cunt of yours, the lubrication you’re producing because your body knows it is in the presence of a male who is going to fuck you long and hard, until you scream for mercy and beg for more all at the same time.”

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