The Alien King's Prey - Loki Renard Page 0,2
clothing was removed from her body. First he sliced the seams of her leggings, next the mid-section of her tunic, then with the tip of the blade he began to undress her, peeling the clothing from her body like a fruit.
“You are so small,” he said, his voice heavy with some emotion she couldn’t recognize. Was it pity? Or perhaps disgust?
He had her naked now, her clothing unwrapped so she laid like a present upon the remnants of the leather and furs which had once protected her from the elements.
He stared down at her, examining every part of her with a feral, possessive gaze.
“Beautiful," he murmured. “Every part of you perfectly in proportion, soft and curvy, and utterly without protection. Spread your legs.”
It took her a moment to register the command, coming as it did at the end of a chain of unexpected compliments. The king used his sword to enforce it, pressing the tip of the blade lightly against her inner thigh.
He was evil. He had destroyed all those she loved, razed her home, eradicated every trace of her life from the face of the planet. She had no doubt that he would slay her too. He was taking his time, though, enjoying drawing the moment out.
Iris’ breath came in short panting fearful gasps as the king knelt down on one leg and pressed her thighs even further apart with his massive hands. She could feel the heat of his breath against the most sensitive and private parts of her body as he leaned in and examined her not just with his eyes, but with his hands too, his thick rough fingers stroking her lower lips.
Why was he being so gentle? She knew it could not last, and would not last. Once his curiosity ran out she was sure that he would destroy her as he had destroyed everything else.
A fearful gasp risked turning into a moan as the alien king swiped his fingers down the length of her sex and lifted them to his fanged mouth.
“Wet,” he declared. “Sopping wet. Does this arouse you, human? Has being hunted to the brink of your ability to survive turned your reproductive system into a gushing fountain of desire?”
He was taunting her even as he played with her pussy, using the slick juices of her sex to further rub her toward that satisfaction she’d often taken by herself in the dark, but never with anybody else.
She lay perfectly still, too afraid to move, certainly unwilling to resist, hoping against hope that he would toy with her until he was bored and then he might leave her alive. It was her only hope for survival.
“Now you stay silent when I speak to you human,” he observed, parting her lower lips to allow the dewy wet juices to escape in a trickle of desire.
The only words she had were words which would have gotten her killed if she had dared speak them aloud. She wanted to tell him that she hated and despised him, that he would never get away with what he had done to her and her family, that the entirety of creation would avenge them if he did not let her go.
But another spark of pleasure glowed through her, and she lost the words. She looked into eyes which did not seem as evil as the acts she had seen him commit. The fear which had seen her flee through the woods had turned into dark arousal. It was so very wrong. She knew she should fight it, but she was only an animal like everything else on the planet and she responded to stimuli the same way any animal would.
He started to grunt and growl, reaching for the crotch of his pants. She knew what was going to happen next. It was inevitable, and instinctual and in some natural way, correct.
His uniform parted to allow his cock to surge out, a massive, thick thing which throbbed in time with his pulse. It was an intimidating sight, as thick as her wrist and already dripping with animal need.
“I’ve never fucked a human before,” he informed her with a broad grin. “You will be my first.”
He would also be her first, but she did not tell him that. She doubted he would care.
He loomed over her and put his cock to the tight, wet seam between her thighs. One of his massive hands rested next to her head, the other wrapped lightly around her throat like a collar, keeping her in