by Loki Renard
She melted against him, her tender human body so desperate for comfort and distraction. He felt himself throb, the thick rod of his royal cock standing at attention.
Claiming her properly would help her to settle. Taking what remained of her virginal veil, that would give her a sense of place. So he carried her inside, to the private chambers where only the king and his pet were permitted to enter. These rooms contained riches and curiosities from many planets, places, and times. But not one of them was more valuable than the human in his arms, the naked, writhing wench who would soon be his in every way possible.
He already knew she was untouched. He could see it in her eyes, and he could smell it between her thighs. No manhood had ever passed the tender gate of those lower lips.
Dominax lifted her up, hoisting her hips to his head in an easy motion which left her sitting atop him, her hands reaching for his hair to steady herself. She let out a gasp as his mouth found her sex, his tongue licking the length of her slit with a commanding exploration which made her wriggle and grasp ever tighter at his head.
“Don’t drop me!”
There was no chance of him dropping her. His massive hands palmed each of her cheeks, spreading them for his tongue which played across both of her holes, both the slit of her sex, and the tighter, darker, more forbidden one which tasted like scented body wash.
“Not there, not that one… That’s not for…”
Her objections were lost in a guttural moan as he plunged his tongue inside her, finding the passage through her two sets of outer lips and discovering the tight opening beyond. As he had surmised, she was a virgin. There was a thin barrier just up inside her body, not completely covering her sex, but certainly making it impossible for anything the size of his cock to enter her.
With the base of his tongue rubbing the underside of her clit, he pressed the longer tip deeper inside her, toying with that barrier. She was squirming against his face, grinding her hips with a repetitive motion which made him certain she was enjoying the touch.
He pushed his tongue deeper, spearing past that barrier and taking it with him. She stiffened for a moment, but the base of his tongue was still rucked up along her slit, and her squirming clearly served to pleasure her far more than his tongue had caused her pain.
Keeping her up above his head, he began to thrust his tongue slowly in and out of her virginal cunt, giving her a thorough pleasuring. Her hands had moved to the upper crest of his wings. He felt her tugging on him as she worked herself back against him, as eager for penetration as he was.
His cock was massive. Not big. Not long. Not thick. Just fucking massive. She had not seen a lot of penises in her time, at least not in real life, but Katie was fairly certain that the one she was looking at was much bigger than average.
He laid her down on the bed tenderly and pressed himself between her thighs. She had to spread lewdly wide to let him in, his hips were broader than her shoulders. And then she felt the heat of his rod against her slit, and saw her lower lips parting for the shaft as he rubbed himself up and down that wet crevice slowly, tempting her, teasing her.
“I am bigger than your species,” he warned her. “But your sex is more than capable of taking me. This is the same canal through which you birth your young.”
The logic was sound, but that did not make the prospect any less intimidating. But that was intellectual. Her desire made her reckless, and her instincts caused her to crave that thick cock which had slid back down and was now poised to pierce the very core of her.
“You are mine,” he told her, intoning his possession as if saying the words made the act of penetration a formally binding contract.
“Wait!”
She gasped the word just as she felt him surge forward, the head of his cock spreading her outer lips. He stopped immediately, just shy of the tight inner walls of her waiting pussy.
“I… I’ve never done this before.”
“I would have thought one as beautiful as you would have been pursued with great vigor,” Dominax said, stroking her hair back from her head with a surprisingly tender touch. “Why are you still pure, my pet?”
“Well… I was pursued, yes, but I never wanted any of them.”
“And do you want me, my little human?”
She drew in a breath and found herself holding it as he stayed poised right on the brink of her defloration. Saying yes would mean having sex with an alien king. She did not know what saying no would mean.
Dominax held himself easily above her, his wings extended up and above his head, casting a slight shadow over the pair of them. They seemed protective and caring, if those things could be attributed to wing position — and why not. It was the same thing as body language, just with wings.
“You are afraid,” he said. “You think it will hurt.”
“I think it will mean this is all real.”
“This is real, pet. This may be the most real thing which ever happened to you.”
He drew his cock back away from her, and she felt the loss keenly. The throbbing heat of the king’s member had felt right when pressed against her sex.
“I hardly know you. You’ve taken me from my planet, you’ve told me that you own me, you’ve…”
His lips claimed her in a kiss and his hips surged down again. This time they did not stop when his cock was barely between her lower lips. This time the alien king followed through, his thick rod piercing the remnants of her hymen and stretching her inner walls wide.
It was over in an instant. All innocence was lost, instantly replaced with carnal knowledge and stretching heat which made her moan into the king’s kiss as he claimed her with powerful strokes. Each time he slid inside her, he found a deeper part of her until finally the head of his cock intruded all the way to her cervix.
She writhed on his dick, her pussy trying desperately to accommodate the royal girth. She could not tell if she was in pain, or if this was the hottest thing to ever happen to her. It had all become one torrid experience, a complete, compulsive biological connection made with an alien being who wanted nothing more than to make her his own.
Dominax knew how to fuck her. He knew that all the way deep was too deep, and he knew that when he pulled out, if he left just the tip inside her, she would wriggle and squirm to try to reclaim it.
Caught in his powerful embrace, she surrendered completely. Her body blended with Dominax in the most primal of ways, shared fluids fizzing with a slight effervescence as he plunged inside her creamy pussy, stirring up every bit of animal desire contained in her body.
She felt her sexual energy being ignited, as if every cell in her body was responding to him individually, prompting her to spread her thighs wider, grind her pelvis more desperately, give herself completely to the king who owned her.
His pet was everything he had known she would be the very first moment he laid eyes on her. That tight, pink human flesh wrapped around his cock felt like a sexual supernova. He was caught up in her tender frame, pounding inside her, wanting to go deeper but knowing there was only so much ravishment a human virgin could take from his royal cock.
He would have to train her to take him deeper, longer, and in other holes. He would make her his perfect sexual companion. She was made for it. It seemed to Dominax that the human female was made for little else other than fucking. Every part of her was soft and curvaceous, made to be beautiful, and to provide sexual stimulation. It was all he could do to hold back from flooding her fertile womb before she herself came.
Orgasm was creeping over her, a pink hue glowing on her cheeks and breasts, growing brighter by the moment. She was making little whimpering noises coinciding with every hard thrust inside that desperately gripping cunt of hers, and he knew that it would not be long before she gave way to climax.
She was gripping his arms, her slender fingers digging into the dark red flesh of his biceps when she finally surrendered fully and he felt the full-body shudder of ultimate pleasure taking her over, her inner walls g
rasping his cock with desperate undulations as she milked him deep inside her tight wet hole.
It was his turn to give in, to let his seed flow in thick spurts of hyper-fertile come. He flooded that tight pussy of hers, holding himself deep as he pumped his sperm against the neck of her womb, and then pulling out to bathe the red puffy lower lips of her once-virginal pussy with the remnants of his pleasure.
“Good girl,” he praised, his breath ragged as he held her close. “Such a good little pet.”
The sounds she made back did not contain any syntax. They were nothing more than the animal noises of a very well-sated fuck pet.
She had been taken. Broken. Deflowered.
She had been collared. Leashed. Dominated.
And she had loved it.
Katie wasn’t sure she recognized herself anymore. She wasn’t even sure she recognized her body either. It had never felt like this, aching, tender, and sensitive all over. There was no part of her skin which had escaped the king’s lust. He had licked and bitten and tasted every part of her as he ravaged her tight hole, and now she felt as though every inch of her body was tingling with the same sated sensation coursing through her pussy.
He lay down on his side and pulled her into a close embrace, his breath slowing and becoming rougher as his powerful, regal body fell into slumber.
“What the fuck,” Katie whispered to herself under her breath. Those three words summarized and symbolized everything.
4 Wormhole With Fries
When Dominax woke, the human was gone. For an awful moment, he thought that perhaps he had dreamed the entire affair, that he had never gone to Earth, never met the most beautiful creature in creation, and never deflowered her in his bed — but then he looked over and saw that the door to the bedroom was open just wide enough for a human to slip through. No other being would dare open that portal.
Pulling on enough clothing to maintain some sense of regal propriety, he stepped outside his chambers where one of the perpetual guards was standing at attention. Only the most seasoned and decorated military personnel were allowed to guard the king’s chamber. It was an honor and a privilege, and Dominax knew each of the six who had been assigned to the position personally.
“Alf,” he greeted the soldier. “Have you seen a human? Looks like a short Homelander without wings.”
“Yes, sire,” Alf said. “She asked me where she could get something to fucking eat, as she put it. I directed her toward the kitchens.”
“She is my new pet. Did you not see the collar?”
“I did, sire. But I thought it best not to disturb your slumber, and she did not seem to be in any way dangerous.”
Dominax did not engage in further conversation. The guard had not done anything particularly wrong, though it was best that new pets were not left to roam. The palace was the safest place on all Homeworld, but there were still dangers inside it, especially for a pet like Katie.
It was his fault for not briefing the guard. He had gotten caught up in the carnal delights of the human’s body and failed to attend to practical matters. She was quite the distraction, his little human.
“WHERE ARE THE POTATOES? THERE MUST BE POTATOES.”
He heard the shrill tones of a human throwing a tantrum, and knew he had found his pet.
She was in the kitchen, where the head cook was looking confused and annoyed at the naked young woman who was, against all reason and logic, hovering perilously near a vat of boiling oil.
“Katie!” He used her name sharply. “What are you doing?”
She turned around, unrepentant. “Showing these people with wings how to make fries. You gotta get the oil really fucking hot, see?”
“Sire, who is this?” The cook gave Dominax a confused and annoyed look to go with the question.
Cook was very protective of his kitchen. He was known to fling undercooks out of the windows if they displeased him. But Katie had a sort of determination about her which had the effect of steamrolling those who did not know her very well — and the collar around her neck essentially protected her from any repercussions.
“This is Katie. She is my newest pet. I am sorry she managed to infiltrate your kitchen.”
“She has ruined almost all of my best cookware,” Cook said with the same intonation someone might use if they were saying their entire family had died all at once.
“That’s enough, pet,” Dominax said. “Come here. You should not be bothering the staff. I have not made a formal introduction yet. There are protocols to be followed.”
“Who cares about protocols,” she scowled at him. “I’m hungry. And these Homelanders, or whatever you call yourselves are no fucking help. I told this guy” —she jerked her thumb at the cook— “I told him I was hungry, right? And he said he didn’t have any human food, so I tried to make some myself. But this bitch kept whining.”
Dominax grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her bodily out of the kitchen. Cultural differences aside, cursing at the staff was never going to be tolerated.
“You do not refer to the artist who makes our food as a bitch,” he growled, picking her up underneath his arm so she could not make any more trouble. “Were you not in the culinary arts in your previous life?”
“My previous life was yesterday, bitch.”
Something was wrong with his pet. She had been in possession of an attitude when they met, but she wasn’t belligerent like this. Now that he looked more closely and listened more carefully, he couldn’t help but notice that her words had a slight slur to them, and her eyes were bloodshot.
“Are you intoxicated, human?”
“Yeah. I found something to drink. I was thirsty and hungry, bitch.”
At that moment, cook emerged from the kitchen. His black wings were pinned back in irritation, and his dark eyes were likewise narrowed, arched brows raised with the expression of a Homelander who wants vengeance.
“Does sire require help with his pet?”
“Sire does not. She can go in her kennel until she sobers up.”
And that was how Katie found herself in a small, barred enclosure with nothing but water in a bowl and a hole in the far corner clearly intended for the elimination of waste. The cage had been hiding behind a curtain in the royal chamber, not a dozen feet from the bed where they had fallen asleep in one another’s arms.
Dominax opened the kennel door and tossed her in there with an easy motion which demonstrated his superior strength. She landed on the soft padded floor, glad for the soft landing, but thoroughly pissed at being incarcerated.
“Brat,” he growled as he closed the door behind her.
“Let me the fuck out!”
He did not let her the fuck out. He sat down next to the cage and proceeded to pull out some kind of stone tablet thing that might have been like an iPad, or maybe a letter. It was hard to say, until he put it to his mouth and bit off a piece of the rock. Apparently, it was food. It looked like stone to her.
“Must have been hard for you not to start chewing the buildings when you were on Earth.”
Dominax ignored her. She got the impression she had caused some trouble. Well, so fucking what? This was like being invited to someone’s house for dinner, but instead of food there was just sex and booze. Katie had experienced such invitations before, and as far as she was concerned, getting plastered was the appropriate response in any culture, alien or human.
“Hey. Dude.” She wrapped her hands around the bars and pushed her face as far through them as it would go.
“What, human?”
“Let me out.”
“No.”
“Let me out please?”
“No.”
“Let me out now?”
“No.”
It went on like that for quite some time before she changed her tactics up a little.
“Let me out now, or when I get out, I’ll fuck you up.”
“That does not give me much incentive to let you out, human,” Dominax pointed out wryly.
“If you were capable of such a feat, which you are certainly not.”
Rattling the bars of her cage, Katie amped up her hostility.
“Let me out, cocksucker!”
Dominax was unmoved and unafraid. Katie gritted her teeth and tried to think of a way to get revenge on him. There weren’t a lot of ways to do that from the inside of a small metal cage. Apparently, he was taking this pet thing literally. She wouldn’t have believed it, if not for the incredible solidity of her captivity.
“You know what? This is fucked up," she declared. “This is against the Geneva Convention.”
“As a winged alien, I am not subject to your Geneva Convention. I am not subject to any of your conventions, as a matter of fact.”
“Well, I’m going to starve to death inside this cage,” she said, pushing her face up against the bars. “You haven’t fed me since I got here.”
That actually got his attention. “How often does your kind need to eat?”
“Like, three times a day?”
“That is a lot.”
“Yeah. Well. You’re killing me here. Literally. Just thought you should know.”
“We can’t have that,” Dominax replied. “I suppose you might be interested in these, if you could behave long enough to be given them.”
“And what are these, exactly? Because if it’s rocks, I can’t eat those.”
He turned to his left, and reached for a handle on the wall. It was very brightly colored, iridescent and incandescent at the same time. She would have noticed it before, but it was just one of a great many curiosities and strange things. Dominax’s bedroom was basically a cross between a brothel and an antique shop.
When he pulled on the handle, a portion of the wall emerged and with it a very familiar smell.
“Are those… fries? They smell like the ones we made at work.”
“They are fries. And they are the ones you made. This may look like a simple drawer, but it is actually a small captive anomaly. With the correct programming, it can reach to any part of the universe and contain whatever might be needed.”