licking, tasting and most of all, taking every part of her. He latched on to her left breast and thrust deep with a final snarl, the entirety of his body stiffening and arching as the king released himself inside her.
Iris took every drop of his seed, wailing as loud as he roared, the two of them joined in that filthy moment of liquid togetherness, her juices and his come all mixed up together.
And then… he was done.
Archon held himself inside her and rolled onto his back, keeping her in place on his cock, as he closed his eyes and started snoring.
Iris was trapped on his cock, filled with his come, and unable to escape while he passed out from the exertion, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand cupping her ass.
She wasn’t going to fall asleep as well, of course. That would be too intimate. That would be too…
When Iris awoke, the king’s cock had slid from her pussy, and she had slid from atop his body to lay curled up next to him in the bed.
His seed streamed from her sex, the creamy reminder of her shameful tryst. She’d fucked the very same king who had destroyed her village and she had done it with something far too close to willingness.
Quietly, and carefully, Iris got out of bed. She could feel the ache between her thighs, a stinging soreness which would not soon pass she was sure.
The king still lay in post-coital slumber, completely unaware that his prey was escaping, perhaps completely unconcerned. She did not imagine that she mattered to him. It had been clear enough what he wanted with her. He wanted to conquer her, and to win.
She slipped out of the tavern on stockinged feet and found her way onto the back of a cart leaving the town. It was almost too easy, but she knew why. He didn’t care about her, and so he didn’t care if she ran. There was no need to keep a close eye on something you had used and intended to discard anyway.
As the cart wheels rattled along the rutted trail, she felt his come slipping out of her, soaking into the material of her skirt. When they stopped at a river, she would wash herself, remove the sticky stench of alien seed from between her thighs. Until then she had no choice but to let it seep, and to feel the ache which extended from the space between her legs all the way up inside her. The alien king had touched her in places no man ever dared, and he had made her scream in pleasure while he did it. Now she was left with the aftermath. The bruising, the shame, the knowledge that when her resistance had mattered most she had spread her thighs and offered herself to him.
Chapter 12
For days, Iris looked continuously over her shoulder, expecting Archon to come for her at any moment. But he did not. He seemed to have either lost her trail, or more likely, she thought, given what she knew of men, lost interest in her.
She tried not to think about it, or him. She tried to put the whole thing out of her mind and pretend that it never happened. She had a mission to carry out, and it seemed that her message was spreading.
At the next village, she did not arrive as she usually did, without anybody seeming to be the wiser. There was a crowd waiting at the village signpost, at least fifty men and women all eagerly staring at her as she came off the back of the hitch-wagon she had caught a ride with.
“Iris!”
A man who had to be the village mayor or chief, given the ludicrous hat he was wearing, called her name.
She looked around, then pointed at herself questioningly. “Are you talking to me?”
“You are Iris, daughter of the burned chief.”
“Yes. I am.”
“Everybody has gathered to hear you speak,” the mayor beamed. “We are honored to have you here.”
“They have? I mean, of course. They have.” She tried to sound serious, as though she expected people to be there, waiting to hear her speak. She had become something. She had become someone.
That thought made her extremely happy.
Preparations had been made. Usually she stood on a table in the pub, but in this village they had prepared a plinth in the middle of the village square so she could be seen from every angle by lookers on.
It did not take her long to