you want to my body. It’s too late for you to stop what I started. I don’t care what happens to me.”
She clearly meant every single word. Again, her bravery astounded Archon. It would have been easy to yank her thighs apart and sink himself inside her. Face down, she was completely vulnerable.
But he found himself not wanting to force himself on her. He found himself wanting to do something far more devious. It would mean nothing if he simply took her. It would mean everything if he convinced her to give herself to him.
Instead of plunging his erect cock into her tight sex, Archon instead put his mouth between her thighs, his palms on the cheeks of her ass, and his tongue against that elusive slit of hers. She made a pleasing sound, wriggling her sex against his mouth, delighting him with the delicately scented juices of arousal her body produced at his touch.
“I hate you,” she growled into the bedding.
He responded by flickering his tongue against the little bud hiding at the apex of her inner lips, and reveled in the moan she released against her will. This human was attracted to him. He was certain of it.
“I’m going to do so much more than stab you. Next time I’m going to take your fucking head…oooooh!”
That was the sound of his tongue penetrating her pussy, her angry squirming only serving to stimulate them both.
He tongue fucked her slowly, letting her curse and squirm. The closer she got to orgasm, the more she swore, until there was nothing but a string of profanities issuing from her lips, along with moans and grunts.
She came, shaking and shuddering, but Archon did not stop. He was not interested in one petty orgasm. He wanted to make her have a whole set of them, over and over. So he returned his tongue to that sensitive clit of hers, flicking it lightly as she wailed for clemency.
“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