The Alien Warrior King's Accountant - Loki Renard Page 0,44

of your king, and of you all!”

“Wait…”

But there is no waiting. My words have no place here, and my wishes are moot.

Tyrant flashes his claws, and my dress is torn from me by unseen forces. I am made naked before his armies, and I am bent down away from them, every part of my rear on display to them, projected upon great screens which float above the crowd. I know this, because there is a smaller one before me, showing me what I look like, and showing me what they see.

I can see the curling hair around my lower lips. I can see the dark little hole of my ass. I can see my cheeks, big and round and awaiting punishment — which does not take long to manifest.

“Listen to her cries, for they are all she has to offer! Drink in the tenderness of her human flesh, given for you now as corporal sacrifice!”

Tyrant’s lash strikes me and I scream. It is so much harsher than any of his previous treatment. It doesn’t just hurt. It burns and it sears and it sinks all the way into my soul. He isn’t playing with me. He’s punishing me. Harshly, and thoroughly.

It’s not fair. I was trying to save my own life. My lie was completely justified. I would tell it again and again, over and over if I had to. As miserable as I may be now in pain, it is better than I felt on Earth, trying to pretend that my everyday life could satisfy me.

I will take this pain every fucking day if I have to. I will allow him to punish me before hordes of warriors, and I will never complain if it means I get to be with Tyrant.

This may be a display for the morale of the troops, but it is having a myriad of effects on me. Every time the harsh lash lands, I feel the heat in my rear rise. I feel my blood pump faster, and my nervous system sing. Pain is not pain when Tyrant imparts it. Like everything in his realm, it is something other than what it appears to be. Heat and sensation combine with raw intensity to create a rolling pleasure which makes my toes curl and my pussy weep with need.

My shameful display to his collected troops brings roars of approval from them. I have become entertainment.

“See how soaked she is!” Tyrant sweeps his fingers across my wet slit and holds them up to the view of his men. “This human has submitted her body to us, and now she will give me her womb!”

He grabs my chin and turns my head up to his bright, shifting gaze. “You lied to me, Tania. You broke my trust and you put my men at risk. I should be leading my fleet in battle, but I am here. With you. Many are dying today, so I am going to implant my seed in you, and you are going to bear my war babies.”

He plunges inside me, ravaging me with his war-wounded body. I feel his passion as a massive wave of energy breaking over me. He is fucking me. He is claiming me completely, in a way he didn’t before. The first times we were together he explored me. Now he is conquering me.

I never knew he was holding back his reproductive essence. I thought when he flooded me that he was making me his own in the way any earthly man would. I should have known better.

Now I rock back and forth over the punishment bar which holds me in place, the king’s cock spurting inside me with every thrust. Unlike humans, the Essence do not wait until orgasm to spend their seed. Tyrant is impregnating me with each and every thrust, leaving me awash.

I can feel his hot semen running out of me, bathing my clit, making me an absolute mess. I am screaming with every thrust, my head held back with his clawed hand spread over my skull, the tips of his claws flared over my forehead like a vicious alien crown.

The crowd’s view leaves nothing out. Unseen cameras float closer and catch the lewd spread of my bright pink human lips wrapped around the king’s scaled cock, his big, clawed hands holding my cheeks parted so he can plunge all the deeper, reclaiming every single inch of me.

I am screaming with pleasure, pain, joy, and release. A thousand little orgasms are ripping through me, repeated