The Claiming of a Virgin King

by April Andrews

  His cock, semi-hard throughout dinner, thickened again now. Dragan couldn’t help but reach down and palm it.

  “Then you are agreeing to my terms?”

  William gave a short, sharp nod. “It seems I have no choice.”

  “There is always a choice.”

  “And this is mine.”

  Dragan stood up, desire thrumming through him, and held out his hand. “Come here.”

  The king looked at that outstretched hand, trepidation clear in his gaze. Dragan couldn’t wait to remove that emotion and replace it with something else entirely. He reached forward, grabbed William’s hand and pulled him up.

  “Do you even realize how attractive you are?”

  William moved around the table, guided by Dragan, until they were face to face.

  “It is not something I think on,” he said.

  “It is something I have thought about,” Dragan replied. “Almost constantly it feels like since you arrived. Last night I had no choice but to pleasure myself. I could have called on one of my lovers, but they simply would not do. I knew they would not satisfy me. It has to be you, William.”

  William closed his eyes and let out a shuddery breath. Dragan could feel it feather across his neck. “You have my agreement.”

  “Will I have your desire also?” Dragan asked, stroking his fingers across Williams outstretched palm.

  “I can’t…”

  “Can’t, what?”

  He tugged on his hand. Dragan did not let go. “I am giving you want you want. Can that not be enough?”

  Was it? Dragan did not think so. But he had gotten what he wanted, and he knew the desire was there, and so for now…

  He released William’s hand, reached down, grabbed the end of his tunic, and then, in once smooth move, tugged it over William’s head. The king gasped. Dragan ignored him. He was too busy looking at the king’s body. It was exactly as he had imagined! All smooth lines and hard, angular planes.

  “Beautiful,” Dragan whispered.

  “I…” The king shook his head and clamped his mouth shut.

  Dragan grinned and ran his palms up and down William’s chest. The tiny curls tugged on his fingers as he did so and that little action made him groan out loud. A moment later and he circled William’s nipples. They were small, smaller than Dragan was used to, but the little buds were nice and hard. He took his time with them, wondering how sensitive they were, pulling on them, just about resisting the urge to dip his head and bite them.

  Was it his imagination or was the king panting ever so slightly now?

  Was the king aroused?

  It was time to find out. Dragan reached down to pop the buttons of William’s pants. The king allowed it, his hands hung loosely by his sides, his eyes closed, his lips a tight line.

  One button…two…three…

  And there it was… the king’s cock…and he was hard, and Dragan almost came there and then at the sight of it. It was impressive. More so than any other human Dragan had ever seen. Thick, and long, and a luscious pink color. Dragan yearned to take it into his mouth, to suckle it and nibble it. But he did not, not yet, because he needed to set the rules quickly where his king was concerned. For him to realize that in this, this desire, Dragan was the one who ruled, and the king would obey.

  “You’re hard,” he whispered.

  “I…”

  “Aroused,” he added.

  “It’s not that—”

  “Simple?” Dragan asked. “It’s perfectly simple, my king. Open your eyes.”

  The king did so, and what Dragan saw there made him groan. That same trepidation was there, only now it was mixed with something that looked like anguish combined with a hefty helping of desire.

  The king wanted this. Dragan was sure of that. He simply did not want to admit to wanting it. And so…Dragan smiled slowly and wrapped his fingers around the king’s cock. “Now,” he said. “Let’s see if we can make you even harder.”

  Chapter Nine

  William stood as still as possible, his body tense in a way that he couldn’t quite understand. Dragan was in front of him, his hands wrapped around William’s cock, and he was smiling in a way that made the king shiver.

  He wanted to ask what the alien lord planned to do. Only William couldn’t quite bring himself to do so. His feelings had already been exposed, and by his unruly body no less! He had been sure that when this moment came, and he had known somehow that it would be tonight, that despite the odd way Dragan made him feel he would simply be able to get on with it, taking little pleasure from the experience. But now, as Dragan slowly pumped his length, William realized how ridiculous a scenario that was.

  Whether he liked it or not his body was responding to the firm movements of Dragan’s hand, and it would continue to do so. Desire was there. Tingling through his body and no amount of trying to think of other things, of trying to hold himself tense was going to change that.

  His mind might resist this, but his body wanted it. Badly.

  It wanted Dragan.

  “You like that, my king?” Dragan asked, almost as though he was reading his mind.

  William shook his head and then realized how ludicrous that was. Dragan knew he liked it! His hard cock was proof enough!

  “How about this then?” Dragan asked.

  The next thing William knew Dragan was on his knees, a hand on each of William’s hips. He looked up, his mouth scant inches from William’s cock, and locked eyes with him. William knew then exactly what he planned and he sucked in a shocked breath.

  It was quickly followed by a gasp, because Dragan leaned in and licked his tongue along William’s length.

  The first touch...

  The first sensation of a tongue on his cock…

  It was everything the king had ever imagined it to be and then some. Niahm had been right. He could never replicate this feeling with his hand. Never.

  “You taste good,” Dragan whispered. “I knew you would.”

  William lifted a hand to steady himself on Dragan’s shoulder as Dragan licked again. A moment later and he tightened his grip because the alien lord was licking his length from top to bottom now, and it felt so good. William’s cock head tingled with a desire to be suckled, and he tried to hold still, tried to keep control of himself, but it was so difficult! Dragan was licking him at speed now, and his fingers were teasing along his root, searching out other areas, exploring…

  William couldn’t help but move his hips slightly, moving in to Dragan’s tongue…encouraging more.

  “That’s right, my eager little king,” Dragan said. “That’s right.”

  And then he leaned in, wrapped his lips around William’s cock head and took him inside. It was too much! It felt too good! Wet and soft, and so slippery. William placed both of his hands on Dragan now, he couldn’t stop himself. He threw his head back and let out a moan of pure desire.

  Before long he was pumping himself in and out, and the feelings rushing through him were so intense that he barely even noticed when Dragan dragged his pants over his hips and down his legs.

  Naked now, whilst Dragan remained fully clothed, William should have felt vulnerable. But all he could feel were the clawing fingers of desire and a desperate need to come. He wanted to fill Dragan’s mouth with his seed. Wanted to scream as an orgasm, and it was going to be the best orgasm, exploded in him.

  But then the motions stopped. Dragan was no longer licking him. He was moving away, standing up. William gasped. “What—”

  “You’re going to come with me inside you,” Dragan said.

  “But—”

  “And that is only going to happen,” he added. “When you ask me to.”

  “Ask?” William shook his head, confusion now warring with the desire. “I don’t—”

  “Ask me to fuck you, my king,” Dragan said. “Tell me you want this as much as I do. Tell me you are desperate for it. That you need me inside you.”

  “I…” The king inhaled a shaky br
eath, unsure what to say. His mind was clouded, his emotions all over the place. He did want it, damn it, but then was that any wonder! Dragan had stoked him to the point of orgasm and then stopped, leaving him all shaky and desperate. If taking Dragan inside him was the only way to get that orgasm then William was more than willing. He needed to come!

  “I have no choice,” William said quickly. “This was our agreement.”

  “Fuck our agreement,” Dragan snapped. “I’ll give my aid regardless.”

  “But…the terms…”

  “Don’t matter,” Dragan said. “Not now.” And then to William’s horror, and to his excitement, Dragan undid his pants and released his cock. William was not sure what he had expected. He had heard tales of the alien’s appendages of course, but he had never imagined anything like this.

  Dragan had to be at least ten inches long, but not so thick that he was frightening. But it wasn’t the comforting girth, or the length, that made William want to lick his lips. It was the other parts of Dragan, those at the base of his cock, that made William clench inside. He wanted to call them tentacles, but he didn’t think they could be described like that. They were almost like fingers, but more flexible, and longer. They were hung loose either side of Dragan’s cock, but it was almost like the felt William’s gaze upon them, because a moment later they wrapped themselves around Dragan’s shaft, increasing the girth significantly.

  William almost moaned out loud at that. Though he had no idea why the sight of Dragan’s equipment should make him want to do so. No idea why he should feel so dizzy with desire. Or even why he felt the need to reach out and touch him, but he did.

  William wanted this.

  His cock was aching and his pucker, something he had never really given much thought to, was clenching with a desire to be filled.

  “Dragan…” he whispered.

  “Yes,” Dragan said with a nod. “When I fuck you they’ll wrap around your cock and fuck you to orgasm. And then, when you’re used to my cock, they’ll wrap around my shaft and make me nice and thick for you.”

  “I—”

  “But not until you admit you want it.”

  There was no denying it now.

  No more pretending.

  For whatever reason the king wanted his alien lord inside him, and he wanted those cock fingers wrapped around his cock.

  Time to give in.

  “I want it.”

  Dragan gave a groan of satisfaction. “As I knew you did,” he said. “I knew. Now bend over for me.”

  William turned around, his skin shivering from the cold air. He placed his hands on the table, palms down, and spread his legs.

  “That’s it,” Dragan said. “Splay your hands, nice and wide. Ahhh… look at that pucker. I am going to fuck it until you scream with pleasure.”

  William shuddered, his hard cock hanging cold against the wood, but still aching for release. “Dragan, there’s something you need to know.”

  “What?”

  The king closed his eyes. “I’ve never been fucked.”

  A sigh and then, “I know.”

  “Will it…”

  “You’re worried it will hurt?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t worry, William,” Dragan said. “I’m going to get you nice and ready.”

  William opened his mouth to ask how, but a moment later and he knew. Dragan was licking him again now, but not his cock this time. Instead he was running his rough tongue along William’s pucker. Back and forth he went, lubricating and moistening. It felt odd, both pleasurable yet weird. And then something wet and warm was splashing against him, and William realized that the alien lord had applied some sort of cream. It made him tingle, made him clench, made his body tighten with an unknown need.

  “I’ll be gentle,” Dragan whispered. “At least for now. At least until the cream takes effect.”

  And then he was pushing against him, pushing into him with a thick finger, and William gasped.

  “So tight,” Dragan hissed. “You’re going to fit round my cock like a glove. I’ll shoot my seed in no time.”

  In and out his finger went. Widening William’s hole, making him nice and ready. When William began to relax, when the tingles wrapped all around his body, he began to push into the invasion, Dragan added another finger, and then another. Before long he was finger fucking William hard, and the king loved it.

  It felt right.

  Like he should be filled.

  And his cock ached against the wood, to the point where he almost reached down and wrapped his fingers around it. He didn’t get a chance though because Dragan was straightening up now and something far bigger than a finger pushed against William’s pucker.

  He tensed despite himself. But there was no need. Whatever cream Dragan had applied had completely relaxed his ass, and he opened up, allowing Dragan to slip right on in.

  “Yes,” Dragan groaned. “Yes!”

  William moaned in agreement. Dragan’s cock inside of him felt fucking amazing. Like nothing he had ever imagined. He could actually feel the throbbing heat of it. Feel every single inch as it pressed against his channel. It filled him to the very brim, and made pre-cum erupt from the tip of his cock.

  “You like that, my king?” Dragan panted. “Like the lord’s cock inside you?”

  He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in. William cried out. “Yes!”

  “I knew you would,” he growled. “I knew it from the moment I looked into your eyes. You practically begged me to fuck you there and then.”

  “Dragan…”

  “This is what you need, William. You need a strong man inside you, a strong man pleasuring you, a strong man giving you his strength in this way.”

  He thrust again. His movements now picking up tempo. In and out he went, causing shooting jolts of pleasure to explode in William to the point where William had to lean forward against the table.

  Bent fully over now, Dragan fucked William hard. He used him ruthlessly. Taking everything he wanted and growling with pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight,” he gasped. “So tight. I won’t last much longer.”

  “I need…”

  “I know what you need,” Dragan whispered. “I will always know.”

  He shifted, the angle of his dick changing, and then to William’s intense delight, those extra parts, the ones that had made him clench, were now wrapped, no, entwined, around his cock. It was like being rubbed by numerous fingers, like being masturbated by a dozen of his own hands, but so much better, so much more erotic.

  William closed his eyes and let Dragan pump him and fuck him, pleasuring him in every single way, so that before long he was limp and panting with want. Tingles shot through him. Down his legs, up his arms, around his cock…constantly and continually around his cock.

  He had never felt so good, never felt so alive.

  And Dragan’s cock…William loved how it felt, loved it beyond anything he could ever have expected. He lay there, limp and moaning, basking in the pleasure. And as he did so it felt like the alien lord was doing more than just fucking him.

  He was claiming him.

  “I’m going to come inside you now, William,” Dragan whispered. “Going to fill you with my seed.”

  “Yes…”

  “And you’re going to come too.”

  “I’m so close.”

  “Then come,” he demanded. “Come for me.”

  And William did, and it was not the explosive orgasm he had expected or imagined. It was something different entirely. It crept up on him, was almost indistinguishable at first from the tingles caused by the cream. But then it deepened into a wave of pure delight that spread out from his channel and then all the way to his dick.

  Dragan’s cock thrust as far into him as it could, and a second wave followed the first so that William had no choice but to cry out, his body shaking from the force of the pleasure waves.

  His moan was enough to tip Dragan over the edge. The alien lord cried out
too and came inside of William. The hot rush of seed prompted another wave of pleasure. William, eyes clenched shut, could do nothing but let it take him, let it fill him, and by the time it was done, nothing was the same, everything was different, and just like in the beginning, he knew that there was no denying it now.

  Chapter Ten

  The land craft that Dragan picked to take William on a tour of the islands was smaller than the one he been brought to the main town it. Dragan did that on purpose. He didn’t want any extra people with them and a small craft was a way of ensuring that happened. The king had raised an eyebrow when he’d seen it, and Dragan had wondered if he would insist on something bigger so that he could bring his guards along.

  He had not.

  He’d simply climbed inside, crossed his arms and clamped his lips tight.

  Dragan expected that. Last night had been a revelation for both of them, and he knew that the king in particular needed some time to deal with what had happened between them. That much had been obvious when, after they had both come and the pleasure had begun to fade, the king had collected his clothes up, mumbled something about the late hour, and fled to his room.

  Dragan had let him do so, more if he was perfectly honest with himself, because he needed some time too. He had expected the sex between them to be something special. Had known it from the moment he’d first locked eyes with the king and realized that their desire was mutual. What he had not expected was just how amazing it had been. It was like the king had been made so that Dragan could fit perfectly inside him. Even his cock was the exact right length for Dragan to wrap his cock fingers all the way around it. And then there were all the other things, the aspects of his personality that Dragan so admired.

  Late during the night, as he thought about it all, Dragan had admitted to himself that he was well on his way to being smitten, and even later still, he had found himself accepting that fact.

  If there was one thing that Dragan had learned during his time as lord of the islands, it was that there was little point resisting the gifts that came your way. If you found someone who pleasured you in a way that no one else ever had. If being inside them consumed you to the point where you felt like you would ache forever if you didn’t have them, then why wouldn’t you? And if someone made you happy, and you made them happy, and no one was hurt in the process then why would you fight it?