by Loki Renard
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…
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 take her place and begin the speech she had given so many times before.
“The king who lays claim to this planet is a tyrant. He claims the fruits of our toil, but provides us nothing in return!”
She was speaking with her cunt still aching from the king’s rogering, and she could not help but wonder if he had perhaps given her something after all. Iris knew how babies were made. She knew that a man’s seed flooded a woman’s womb and in there grew new life. What happened when an alien king fucked a human woman?
“I… uh…” she had distracted herself with the sudden terrifying thought.
“You were saying about the tyranny,” someone said helpfully.
“Oh right, yes, the tyranny. So…”
Chapter 13
“Why did you not take her? You found her. The hunt is over.”
Naxus was not pleased to see Archon without the human who had become quite a thorn in the general’s side. He had gone to the trouble of leaving his ridiculous palace and traveling to Archon’s mothership just to have a whinge about the whole situation.
“I wanted to hurt her a little. I wanted to show her that she was in my control, and that I could find her and punish her as I pleased.”
“And then you let her go? What was that supposed to show her?
“I don’t need you to question me, Naxus. You are in dire danger of having your forked tongue torn out if you continue to undermine me in my actions.”
“Are you threatening me because none of your previous advisors had the stones to tell you when you are behaving in a thoroughly self indulgent manner?”
Archon glared at Naxus for a long moment, a litany of possible punishments flitting through his mind like the battering wings of a moth attempting to destroy itself on a particularly attractive flame.
“You will treat me with respect. You will not…”
Naxus smirked.
That facial expression was his last mistake. Archon’s fist closed, and he drove it into the general’s jaw with a swift punch of what he considered to be justice. Naxus staggered backward, a hand going to his face, the other hand making a fist in kind.
“You would strike a… mph!”
The last part of the sentence was the part where Naxus punched Archon right in his teeth, a blow which caused the general’s own fist to start bleeding.
It had been a very long time since anybody had punched Archon in the face. Kings were usually immune from such dental events. For a moment, he was too stunned to make any kind of retaliatory action.
In that moment, Naxus’ life passed before his eyes, his expression taking on all the hallmarks of horror as the realization of what he had
just done sank into his brain. Action had preceded thought when he punched his king, and now he was certain that death was going to follow.
He was, therefore, very much surprised when the king laughed, a genuine, deep belly laugh which emerged as he wiped the blood from his royal nose.
“You’re a wild one, aren’t you, Naxus.”
“Not accustomed to taking blows and not returning them, my liege.”
“At any rate, the disagreement is not a major one. It is not as if she will be difficult to find now we know her name and parentage. A simple scan of the planet should reveal the location of her genetic cluster if it becomes an issue.”
They wiped their respective faces of blood.
Archon had no intention of searching for her by scanner. He had every intention of giving her a very good head start and then capturing her all over again.
“Would you like me to initialize the search, sire?”
“No.”
Naxus looked at him askance.
“The humans have a custom. Catch and release. It is what they do when they fish. They catch a fish, then they let it go, so they can catch it again another time. Humans understand the thrill of the hunt, Naxus, I am surprised you don’t.”
“I like a completed hunt, and a peaceful colony. Are you really this bored?”
“There’s another saying they have. Enough rope to hang oneself with. It means giving someone the latitude to get themselves into trouble. That is what I intend to do with Iris…”
“This is just one big game to you, isn’t it,” Naxus accused him. “The people don’t matter. The colonies don’t matter. Only the game matters.”
“And it is what I have done with you. Naxus, we exchanged punches, but I will not tolerate endless disrespect. If a king chooses to make sport, that is a choice which is his right to make. My right to make.”
A disgruntled general was the least of Archon’s concerns. He found himself looking forward to descending back down to the colony. He had enjoyed the experience of being taken for a human, being one of their warriors. The life of roaming the woods, hunting his own food and sharing meals with other transient males who wandered about the world looking for trouble, and more often than not, finding it, was very rewarding in ways the life of a king was not.
He had been quite aware of Iris sneaking out of the tavern room, and known all too well she would go back to her old ways. It did not surprise him that she was causing trouble. If anything, he relished it.
Naxus was right. This was a game. A game Archon was very much enjoying. But Naxus was also right when he said that all good things had to come to an end eventually.
So, Archon returned to the planet, a few hours away from the location he had last seen Iris. He could have been closer to her than before, or further away. He didn’t know, and that only served to make the game more intense.
With every step he took, he thought about her.
She was beautiful. He was hungry for her, in a way he had never been hungry for anybody else. He had rutted before, of course. When he first ascended to the throne, the female flesh was almost endless. So copious, in fact, that he had become utterly bored by it. Whenever he got the biological urge to mate, he would find the nearest willing female, who could be relied upon to usually be not much more than an arm’s length away, and fuck her until he was relieved of the burden biology put on a virile male.
This, however, this was an entirely different experience. He’d not had sex with the same female twice in years. He was surprised to find that he wanted to claim Iris again, but he did. He wanted to hunt that sweet human pussy down and bounce it on his cock until her toes curled and she screamed in that pretty way which made him spill deep inside her.
But it was going to be more difficult to find her again. She would be frightened, skittish. She would have gone to ground. He would have to use every single one of his tracking skills to…
A piece of paper fluttered at him in a come-hither sort of way. At first it merely caught his eye because of the motion, but as soon as he looked at it, he saw a very familiar visage
“IRIS, BORN OF FIRE, UNITER OF THE TRIBES. COME HEAR HER SPEAK! HEAR THE WORD OF THE FIREBORN DAUGHTER!”
Perhaps it would not be that hard after all.
The flyer made Archon very grumpy indeed. For one, he expected to enjoy a good hunt. He had been deprived of that. For two, he had expected that their last tryst would have made her afraid of him, or at the very least, mildly respectful. It appeared that it had not.
Archon’s ego was bruised by the mere sight of the picture. The artist had managed to represent the essence of her all too well. The lift of her brow, the rebellious tilt of her chin, and the narrowing of her eyes as if she were glaring at him through the parchment.
Now she was truly in trouble.
Chapter 14
“So, I say to you, it is time that we threw off the shackles of oppression, and revolted against the alien who believes himself king, though he has never earned any royal title on this planet, or among our people. He is not a king. He is a warlord. A tyrant. A brute. And I, for one, am done living in fear of him!”
There was a roar of approval and general agreement. The crowd liked what it heard. Iris had her speech down to a fine art now, and it was paying off. The crowds were bigger in every village she visited, and the plinths were taller too. More like pedestals, really.
Every time she gave a speech, she became that little bit more famous. She had splashed out on a dedicated hitch-wagon of her very own to allow her to travel from village to village, and artists to paint her in the middle of her speeches, so that the images could be spread far and wide.
“LIAR!”
The accusation came from deep in the crowd. She was used to heckling. Audiences always seemed to contain at least one person who had apparently come for no other reason than to argue with her. Today the heckler was loud and booming.
Iris smirked. “I am not lying. I have the blood of the tyrant king on my blade.”
“YOU'VE HAD HIS BLADE IN YOUR CUNT, MORE LIKE IT!”
She blushed furiously and stammered, momentarily lost for words. People didn’t usually heckle her that way. The night with Archon was a secret between two souls. Hers, and Archons. She hadn’t told anyone so…
Bugger.
“YOU!” She shouted down into the depths of the crowd. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him. Better to call him out than be called out by him.
“ME!” He replied with a booming laugh, throwing off his hood and standing erect at his full height, which put him a good three feet above everybody else present.
“This is the tyrant king!” She declared, in case the massive height, scales, and weird eyes hadn’t given it away for everybody immediately. “Get him! Slay him!”
Before the crowd could form a mob to slay him as she suggested, Archon stormed up on the stage, grabbed her by the arm, and proceeded to thrash her in front of all those who had come to hear her speak about rebelling against him. It was all very quick, painful, and embarrassing. Iris was too slow to stop him, and too weak to flee.
His royal palm met the seat of her pants a dozen times in quick succession, one massive hand on the back of her neck, curling nearly all the way around. Iris wailed and squealed, unable to return to her talking points now that her pants were in shreds and her ass was being displayed to all and sundry, reddening with every subsequent slap. The pain was intense, but the shame was much more so.
The same people who had stared at her with adoration now stared in shocked amusement. There was no crowd anywhere in the galaxy who didn’t enjoy the sight of a reckless young woman being very soundly spanked by a muscular king.
It was bad enough that he was thrashing her, but then he ripped her pants off her, turning the leather to shreds with no effort at all, and exposing her to the whole world.
“Let me go! People are here to hear me speak!”
“People are here to watch you cause trouble. And now they’
re watching you get into trouble,” Archon growled in her ear, slapping her bare ass with sharp, wicked slaps which sent blazing fire right through her. “Couldn’t be a good girl, could you? Now I’m going to have to show all these nice people in public what I did to you in private.”
“Archon!” She gasped his name, but it was too late to try to appeal to his mercy. She had agitated the king past the point of his considering any kind of mercy. She had shamed him before ever larger crowds, and now he was returning the favor.
This time there was no seduction. No foreplay. Nothing but punishment fucking. He spread her thighs wide with his massive hands and turned her away from him so she was facing the crowd she had been enthralling with her words of rebellion, spreading her for them so they could see her intimate parts spread for them. Her outer lips spread, revealing the slick pink slit and the little dark hole he was going to absolutely ravage.
“This is what happens to those who rebel!” Archon declared for the benefit of the crowd.
Archon lifted Iris high and brought her down on his cock, impaling her in one powerful stroke. She screamed out as she was spread open, her body struggling to take him at first, until her natural lubricant made her wet enough to slide up and down his cock with ease.
This was cruelty in so many different ways. He used her like a toy, her flushed face displayed to the crowd along with her reddened ass and her stretched pussy.
From agitator heroine to drooling sex toy, Iris felt the king surging inside her over and over, every stroke destroying the rebellion she had worked so hard to build. Her breasts bounced, her ass grinding back against him as he drew her up and down with dramatic thrusts, making the most of her burning, stinging ass.