Taming the Alien King

by Rie Warren

  I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs together. My nipples became even more aroused every time I breathed in. The buds then stroked by the jeweled strands hardly concealing them when I exhaled.

  All in all, I decided I wasn’t hallucinating or on some freaky vision quest.

  As soon as I gave my attention to my mate, he hungrily unleashed a kiss on me that curled my toes and would’ve popped my cherry if I’d been a virgin. Coiling my arms around his neck, I hummed when he lifted me from my seat to straddle his lap. He dragged my aching wet center against the hard roll of flesh in his pants.

  I threw my head back, moaning, heedless of the exhibitionist sensation we were creating until X’s raw voice almost made me soak through the thin pants he’d dressed me in.

  “We must stop.”

  I rested my forehead against his, breathing shallowly and shakily. He buried his mouth between my tits before setting me back on my chair, his jaw tight, fists balled, eyes slits of combined colors.

  I felt about the same way he looked. Like I was ready to combust. And around us, our escapade seemed to have sparked everyone else’s libido. The air of celebration had morphed into an atmosphere of pure hedonism.

  Bare flesh everywhere. Breasts and cocks—and Jeeeesus—blowjobs and raw fucking out in the open in every direction I looked. Damn, if I had my iPhone I’d totally make serious bank uploading this orgy onto Pornhub.

  “I thought you said y’all weren’t barbarians.” My hand roamed to X’s rock-hard thigh.

  “To fuck is natural.” He sent me a searing look.

  “Oh yeah? When are we gonna throw down then?” I cupped him in my hand, his hard flesh overflowing my grasp and stretching down the inseam of his leathers.

  He grunted and shifted, placing my hand aside.

  His voice sounded strained. “You cannot be completely bare in front of the others until we’re mated.”

  My nipples were swollen.

  My pussy hot for alien sex.

  I watched Zane, far across the room, slurping between some Amazon alien’s thighs, and my body clenched.

  X growled under his breath. I knew he sensed how turned on I was.

  Even Magnar got into the mix, strutting toward a female who threw her skirt up to her waist and presented him with her flushed wet cunt. He quickly went to town on her with sheer brute force.

  Only Jedrek and Dex remained seated with us, the two warriors’ shoulders tensing tighter and tighter until they sat in their own strung-out bubble of arousal I didn’t understand.

  The scene in the Great Hall was titillating and lusty and explicit . . . until . . . I turned and Resting Bitch Face had one hand down the front of X’s pants. Right beside me!

  “Oh hell no.” I jumped up from my throne—that’s right, My Throne.

  X dragged RBF’s hand off him, slapping it away like it was last week’s trash. But that didn’t satisfy me quite enough.

  I got all up in the bitch’s face—even though RBF stood way way way over me and her tits alone could’ve suffocated me.

  Warrior woman? I didn’t care.

  I was so gonna spank her ass.

  “Just in case you didn’t get the memo, I’m the Earth woman. The female X courted,” I boasted, “and asked to be his queen.”

  RBF sneered down at me, and I swore, I could see all the way up the tunnels of her nostrils to an empty brain cavity.

  “He is mine.” I shoved her away—or tried to anyway—my shout drawing the attention of the entire crowd of mostly nude Zenithians.

  “So you can scuttle back out on the Milano you rode in on and fuck right off!”

  “The Milano?” Jedrek asked from beside me.

  X had risen behind me, his hands on my hips, not to hold me back but to let me know he had my back.

  “The Milano,” Dex added dryly. “The spaceship from the Guardians of the Galaxy.”

  “Exactly. Thought you guys were light years ahead of us.” I snarled one last time at RBF before she slinked off like the roadkill she was.

  “Buh-bye.” I wagged my fingers at her retreating back.

  X spun me around, hauling me against his chest. “Now we retire to the royal chambers.”

  I couldn’t agree more as he lifted me into his arms. Because I was gonna kick his perfectly smooth taut ass next or lick all over that divine butt. I couldn’t decide which yet.

  Inside the ginormous royal chambers, the lighting dimmed to a soft silvery glow—almost like moonlight—presumably at X’s silent command.

  He lowered me to my feet, brushing a tendril of hair from my cheek.

  “You were jealous, meehri.” His voice rumbled deliciously from the widest chest I’d ever seen.

  “What?” I huffed. “Not.”

  Smug sexy alien stud.

  A grin tipped up one corner of his mouth.

  Without another word, he began to undress, and I was once again treated to the insane sight of his incredibly muscled body. He stopped with the lacings of his pants coming undone, revealing the root of his impressively thick cock.

  He ducked his head, licking across my lips before delving inside. I trembled with awareness of him, my hands roaming to the ropey sinews of his shoulders. Before I even knew it, he’d completely disrobed me, leaving me in only the humungo necklace and nipples so tight I thought I’d come if he so much as touched them.

  He set my hands on the lacings of his leathers, watching with a hungry smile as my fingers pulled them open one by one.

  My heart pounded harder. My pussy got wetter and wetter. The peaks of my breasts rubbed against the heated glossy skin of his chest.

  Tugging the pants down, down, down, my breath caught in my throat at the feast of flesh presented in front of me.

  Our skin still gleamed from the earlier oil treatment, and I stood quivering in front of him.

  “Now we fuck.” His voice came out like sexual thunder, sending a bolt of dirty desire zinging desperately through me.

  My belly clenched, but when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I held up my hands.

  “Holy horse cock, alien boy!” I stared at the lewd length kicking up from his groin, veins pulsing all over, the big domed head pushing out one drop of liquid after another. “Seriously though, is that thing really for real? Or is it just another hologram?”

  “You touched my cock earlier. Did it feel real?” He wrapped a massive fist around the base jutting from his body and stroked all the long way up to the tip.

  Involuntarily, my thighs spread, and I felt myself dripping all over the bedding.

  His eyes—gleaming nearly fluorescent green—latched onto the sight of my pussy, and his lips curled off his teeth, nostrils flaring.

  I writhed at the primal sight of him as he crawled up between my legs, pushing them wider and wider apart with his sheer size.

  As soon as his cockhead touched my labia, sizzling heat rippled through my body, but my hands rose again to push at his chest.

  “Uh unh. On second thought you can’t fuck me with that thing. No way will it fit.”

  “Then tonight I will stretch you.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Prairie

  X STARTED AT my breasts, plucking my nipples until they were hot buttons of arousal, arousal that shimmied from my tits to my clit. He increased the intensity with his mouth, tongue swiping repeatedly at the swollen buds until pressure built inside me everywhere.

  Lunging up to kiss me, he crashed our mouths together. His mouth was inferno hot, his tongue a rough welcome invader I sucked on as our lips collided. Until, with an animal-like growl, he trailed his mouth from my lips to my neck to my nipples. To my belly, to my hips, and straight onto my pussy.

  I shouted in fiery orgasm, rocking up to mash my sex against his face. And I swore to God his tongue was as alien-big as the rest of him, because he nudged and sucked and thrust so far inside me, I came over and over again.

  I dug my nails into his shoulders. I planted my feet on his back. I wailed and a
rched and almost cried when he crudely fucked me with his face and his tongue and his fingers. Nearly savaging me, he seemed so intensely greedy for my creamy swollen sex.

  Finally satisfied he’d left me in a quivering state, X towered above me and dragged me to the edge of the bed. I went willingly. I had no clue what he planned next, but with my body still humming and liquid, I’d give anything a go at that point.

  Except for anal, considering the size of his cock.

  I stretched lazily, nearly boneless, as he stood. His back an inverted triangle of flexing muscles fanning from his spine led to an ass that gave new meaning to the term you could bounce a quarter off that. With a flick of his fingers, he conjured reflective surfaces like he had while we dressed only now the mirrors surrounded us.

  I gasped when I saw the strength of his frame from all angles. 360-pornvision. I like it.

  He chuckled briefly, and I knew he’d heard that thought too.

  I didn’t even care at that point, especially not when I caught sight of his cock that looked so aroused it was angry red and throbbing with each of his heartbeats.

  “I want you to watch us,” X ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “Not a problem,” I murmured.

  “Tonight I won’t truly fuck you.” He took a firm grip on the root of his incredi-cock, squeezing the engorged length.

  I whimpered, almost begging him to ignore my earlier words.

  “I’m going to get your body used to my cock, so when we do fuck I won’t hurt you.”

  I moaned when he lifted me onto his lap, my back against his chest. In the mirrors, I saw his smooth skin surrounding me, his forearms taut, thighs corded. And his ten-pack abs clenched against my back.

  Spreading my thighs out over his legs, he opened me to him then pulled his cock upright in front of us. It speared up, tucked against my wet pussy lips, and extended nearly to the bottom of my breasts.

  The thing was a steely hard, iron hot beast of manmeat.

  Reaching down, I dragged a finger along the hard barrel, watching as veins pulsed and his heavy sac jostled for space between his thighs.

  Incredibly slowly, X lifted me effortlessly with one arm, his other hand fisting the base of his dick. When he had us aligned, he slotted the immense tip against my opening.

  I hissed, arching. My cunt kissed his cockhead, and he grunted in my ear, muscles bunching all over to maintain his hold on me, a hold that kept me excruciatingly suspended right . . . over . . . his . . . cock.

  “X,” I pleaded, voice throaty.

  With painstaking carefulness, he forged the huge broad head into me. As soon as my pussy swallowed and closed around the flared tip, I gasped and came. My body danced as he held me in the air, and I’d never experienced anything so wildly arousing.

  All the while he murmured near my ear about how he couldn’t wait to fuck me, how much he loved my little cunt, how many times he was going to make me take his cock until I lived to suck and fuck him.

  His dirty talk spun through me as I looked outward to the mirrors, captivated by our reflection. My pale skin and red hair against his darker complexion and immense body as he dominated me with painful pleasure so consuming, I felt nothing but this crazy craving for him to slam me into infinity.

  Slowly, slowly, X shifted and grunted and began the process of lowering my much smaller body onto that unyielding shaft of most hot, most hard, most thick flesh.

  “Do you like that, meehri?” The harsh tone of his voice sent another hot coil of ecstasy through me.

  “Yes. God yes.” Only the first few inches of his dick speared into me, the feeling indescribable.

  “Fuck. You are tight. So wet.” He licked a path up the side of my neck, his hands at my hips. “Going to teach you to take my fat cock.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, my breasts thrust out, and he immediately grabbed both handfuls, twisting my nipples and tossing me into another blinding climax.

  Inch by inch . . . my wetness dripped down to his balls. He felt like a solid weight inside me, the way paved by the large crown pushing through my channel. He didn’t fuck. He merely allowed me to slip down the unfathomable length of his cock.

  It must have taken hours; it could’ve taken all night. I had no concept of time anymore, but when he was buried inside me to the depths, I could actually see his cock stretching my belly.

  I’d already come so many times I was a puddle of sensation, but that didn’t stop me from watching the expression on his face that spoke of sheer naked greed for my body.

  My slit snapped tight around his thick base, and when I drew my eyes up from the dirty sight, I would’ve toppled off him if I could’ve because . . . “Holy fangs, batboy! You never said anything about fangs.”

  Literally. X’s incisors had elongated into ivory skin-breaking spikes.

  He dragged one sharp fang up the delicate skin of my neck, teasing my flesh with the tip. “I do not drink blood.” The tone of his voice was like a predatory growl. “It’s just a sign of intense arousal in this instance.”

  Heat skimmed my flesh wherever he set the fangs—on the other side of my neck, around the shell of my ear, along my shoulder blades when he pressed me forward and the angle of his cock deep inside hit another place that set me on fire.

  Writhing. Coming. Crying out. I shuddered in his tight embrace.

  Watching and feeling, always watching.

  My thick cream covered his swollen shaft when he withdrew from his patient drilling into me, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I skimmed my palm up his slick pole.

  Seconds later, teased beyond endurance, X grunted and began unleashing load after load of hot milky cum. The wet white mess splashed my belly as he roared. More sprayed out in foaming jets, and he slowly wedged his still-kicking cock back into my body. He filled me with so much frothy seed it spilled out of me.

  Throughout the night, he patiently and repeatedly taught my pussy to take his mighty dick without ever pumping, thrusting, or hammering into me like I knew he was capable of. Each time he simply worked his amazing cock deep into my pussy and made me writhe there, letting me get used to his prodigious girth and length.

  Once, he pulled all the way out, and bellowing, he jetted cum all over my tits.

  Later he watched, an intense light in his half-mast eyes, when I fit my lips around the head of his cock, stroking him with both hands. He shouted, painting my tonsils in addictive cum until it filled my belly as much as my pussy.

  X kept at it as more hours passed, pushing his otherworldly cock into me, and just grinding there, deep deep inside. The stretching was almost unbearable. I tossed my head back, aching to ride X, but he gripped my ass, held me down, completely impaled.

  “Stay still.” His gritty voice echoed throughout the room.

  Surrounded by our loud sounds and our mixed scents, soaked and hot, I squirted, a gusher of clear liquid ejecting him from my body.

  Nerves zapping, pussy convulsing, I shook and screamed while he prowled between my thighs and licked up every last drop, setting off another mind-bending orgasm.

  When we finally finished, I was doused in his delicious cum, my voice was raw from shouting.

  I became vaguely aware of X making a soft pallet on the floor for me before padding naked to the door. He called in Magnar, and I would’ve blushed as he took in the scene of our debauchery, but I’d orgasmed so many times I was beyond any ability to give a single solid fuck.

  The two of them took care of the bedding then Magnar departed. X carried me to the bathing pool, gently cleaning us while I held onto him. Back in bed, he tucked himself around me. And I fell asleep, warm and safe and so sated I never wanted to move again.

  When I woke, it was to dull pain all over my body—dull pain completely overshadowed by the full-body satisfaction of X’s hot loving. And he hadn’t even really screwed me yet.

  The man/alien had some damn stamina. The first time he truly did me I’d probably have an out-of-body expe
rience.

  Speaking of, I searched the room for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe Zenithians didn’t need to sleep? Yawning, I returned to the nest of furs on the bed only to find a tray of food had materialized, which made me wonder if Mr. ESP had some way of seeing me the same way he could worm his way into my mind.

  But whatever. My stomach growled, and the food smelled heavenly.

  Now if I just had me some Archer reruns on the TV I’d be all set.

  No sooner did that thought pass my mind than one of those hologram thingies flashed in front of me with—you guessed it—the first season of Archer.

  I know you’re listening to me, X.

  But I had to laugh. If he was trying to get under my skin, he was succeeding.

  I ate and bathed in the deep bubbling pool then climbed back into bed, embracing the lazy. This was definitely the life. Even the whole I’m an alien king gig didn’t faze me anymore.

  Much.

  At least I had a safe place to lay my head, and a man who seemed to care for me.

  Lost in thought, I jerked up when the door to the chambers slid open.

  Kerta stalked inside. She wore an outfit similar to her badass-chick-gear from last night and looked just as fearsome.

  God, but she was intimidating. And stunningly gorgeous.

  I popped another piece of unknown but super delicious fruit into my mouth, pretending she didn’t intimidate me, not one little bit.

  “Well, I’m not calling you queen yet.” Kerta flopped down on the bed next to me, foraging around the tray for a piece of the sweet sharp cheese I’d eaten last night.

  The way she lounged there so girlishly—leggings, gauntlets, and a gleaming sharp sword strapped to her hip—was so out of sorts with how I thought she’d be, I almost laughed out loud.

  “Oh thank God for that.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “I hate that kowtowing shit.”

  And she held her knuckles up for a fist tap. Natch.

  The alien warrior princess reclined beside me, partaking of the rest of my breakfast. “Archer?”