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 would make her climax and beg and then she would end up doing as he told her to anyway.
This close to the king, she could not help but be caught up in his royal presence. He had charisma and a certain powerful gravitas which spoke to the parts of her mind which resisted logic and instead defaulted to animal truths. This male, this alien, he had been born to rule. It was written in every arrogant, dangerous line of his handsome face.
She had not come up particularly tall against him when she was standing upright. On her knees, she was at even more of a disadvantage, though admittedly, far closer to the object of her interest, that scaled alien cock which was flaring a deeper golden red now that she had obeyed.
“I thought you’d be harder to break,” Archon said, casually gripping her by the back of the head and pulling her mouth down onto his dick without so much as a by your leave.
Iris’ lips parted as much in surprise as obedience. The king’s cock slid between her lips and over her tongue in one long, powerfully suggestive stroke which made the nether regions of her body tingle.
He pulled it out and held the tip at her lips, looking down at her with a smirk which was every bit as arrogant as it was triumphant.
“I’ve never been with a human before,” he told her. “Never had the interest. Always thought you were too soft. But you’re more than soft. You’re hot, and every hole you have is nice and wet for me, isn’t it?”
How did he know? Iris felt her face turning bright red, much like the king’s cock changed color, but for different reasons. She thought she had managed to retain the secret of her response to him, that she could pretend to be defiant, or at the very least, uninterested. If he was going to claim her, she would at least retain her dignity. Or at least, so she had thought.
“I can smell you,” he growled, pushing his cock back into her mouth. “I can smell that cunt of yours, the lubrication you’re producing because your body knows it is in the presence of a male who is going to fuck you long and hard, until you scream for mercy and beg for more all at the same time.”
The moan she made might have been one of shame, or one of anticipation and arousal. It was impossible to tell, even in the confines of her own spinning mind.
This king was having an unpredictable effect on her. He was making her want that which she did not want, causing her to desire the very thing she hated most. He was loathsome, cruel, arrogant, her greatest enemy. And he was also everything she wanted with a desire which frightened her. He was right. From the moment he’d cornered her, she’d started to produce the slick liquid of feminine desire. Her body was preparing to be claimed by the king, and as much as she wanted to deny it to him, to herself, to the world as a whole, she could not.
As she suckled his cock with much more eagerness than she would ever have admitted to feeling, Archon growled, grabbed her by the hair, and tossed her on the bed, following her down in a passionate embrace, he kissed her deeply, and took her virginity.
She screamed as the king’s cock pierced her hymen, ripping away the last vestiges of innocence and replacing them with the throbbing hot thick reality, that she was a human subject of an alien king, and her body was owned.
For a moment, there was nothing but pain. The intensity of being broken open, unsealed by rough royal flesh made her body tense and tight. But he held himself in that sacred place, the invasion of his cock a solid and unyielding thing, and as the seconds passed by and resistance proved to be completely futile, she felt herself soften, the wetness of her core slicking the ridged rod of the king.
Archon fucked her long and hard. He made her poor pussy ache with powerful thrusts which did not abate even when one, two, three orgasms had been torn from her. When she looked down at the place where they were joined, his scaled alien cock buried deep inside her, she saw her own lower lips puffy and red from the ravaging.
He snarled and growled like a wild beast, his mouth rampaging over her body, kissing, 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…