The Alien Warrior King's Accountant - Loki Renard Page 0,45
tremors of pure ecstasy. What began as a punishment has ended in a joining of alien biologies, a true connection as Tyrant stamps his mark on me in a way which will be forever indelible.
There are thousands of witnesses to this breeding, which does not happen once, or twice, but what feels like a hundred times. Tyrant moves me into one position, and then the next. He holds me aloft and spreads my legs and impales me on his cock like a royal toy, lifting me up and down, facing out toward the crowd so they can see the flushing of my face, and the spreading of my cunt at the same time.
I have lost my pride. I have lost all sense of self-containment. I have become entirely owned by Tyrant. I have become an object to be used, as well as worshipped. The eyes of the gathered warriors ravage me along with their king’s cock, still slamming in and out of me, making my juices flow copiously down the inside of my legs.
I wanted to be pregnant once, and now I will be. I have no doubt that conception is occurring through sheer force of will and an absolute abundance of genetic material flooding my tender form.
Tyrant knows my body so perfectly intimately he understands precisely how far he can push me, how many thrusts and strokes my various holes can take. When my pussy begins to ache, he pulls free of that fertile hole and repositions against my ass.
“Please…. Tyrant…” I beg, but it is too late. He is entering me with a slow but certain thrust, giving me the benefit of his hard, punishing cock deep inside my ass.
“You were a bad girl,” he growls in my ear, his hands cupping my breasts, holding them aloft and out in a hand bra, my nipples pressed between two of his fingers, pinched hard enough to make my clit throb and my empty pussy gush with need.
“This is what happens to bad girls. This is what happens to little human liars who sneak their way onto royal ships under false pretenses.”
He grunts and thrusts harder and I am jolted against his body as his cock bottoms out in my ass, his hips pressed hard against the soft rounds of my cheeks.
If there is a position to take a cock in, Tyrant puts me in it. He pulls his dick from my tight ass for a second, reorients me so that I am on my hands and knees, head down, ass up, and then plunges back inside me. I can see myself displayed on the screen, my rear bright pink and well lashed, my ass wrapped snugly around his cock as he works himself in and out of me, his scaled torso rippling with muscular hotness.
I can feel him inside me, and I cannot take my eyes off the screens. The sight is crude and perhaps even cruel, but it is also insanely fucking hot. Tyrant has never looked so good as he does when he is punishing me. His abdomen ripples and his powerful hips thrust, and his biceps flex with the grip of his hands on my curves.
I’m going to climax again with him deep inside my ass, rough thrusts giving me all the intensity I need to come.
I’m screaming. I’m writhing. My thighs are shaking and my ass is jiggling and I am giving myself over completely to the experience which no longer feels like punishment so much as it does a powerful rejoining.
“I missed you,” he snarls in my ear as he flips me back up against his chest. “And I am never, ever letting you go again.”
“You better fucking not,” I gasp back. “I’m never leaving.”
“Is that right?”
His fingers slide down from my breasts to the apex of my thighs, pinching, rubbing, and rolling my come covered clit until I screech my final, most powerful orgasm yet.
I hear the roar of the crowd as Tyrant slides from my ass and gathers me up against his body, his touch tender now the punishment is over. I find myself fading in his arms, exhaustion finally taking me from consciousness into a deep, dark oblivion.
14 The DICKS
Tyrant
After a mad frenzy of mating, I have my human in my quarters, where she belongs. I watch the stars pass by, toying with strands of her hair as she sleeps on my chest, utterly worn out by the rough ravaging.
I do not think I will ever be able to explain to