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Elizabeth was not a virgin, but this was not sex as she had ever experienced it before. This was a thoroughly alien ravaging which started slowly out of necessity. She could not physically take more than an inch of him at a time, but that did not change the final outcome. She could feel Konan’s intention to bury himself all the way inside her.
All around her, the ship responded along with her. She saw blossoms starting to work their way out of the tight buds. The glow at the heart of the ship increased, and her own ravaged body began to quiver and tremble.
“Bad girl,” Konan growled, his hand meeting her ass in a harsh slap which released a fresh flow of arousal from her sex. “I should have known when you came on my hand that you were shameless. Those fake tears of fear, they almost worked. But you are not afraid, are you?”
She couldn’t really reply, because all she could do was moan, because her entire body was being consumed with the intense sensation of being stretched all the way to its limits.
Nectar dripped from flowers which had only bloomed since he pushed inside her, rolled over her cheeks and found the natural crevice of her sex, lubricating her with a pungent and beautifully scented oil. The king was being aided in fucking her by the ship itself.
It shouldn’t have been possible, but he was surging inside her now. He was getting so deep inside her she could feel him starting to reach her cervix. The ship. The king. The entire universe was fucking her, and she was absolutely loving every moment.
She could feel herself being actively ruined for any other male who might ever want to touch her. Though she had the feeling she would never be touched by another man ever again, no matter how this all played out.
He kept fucking. She kept stretching. Oil kept dipping over her ass and slipping down over her cheeks to lubricate her cunt. His hands were clamped hard on her hips, giving her no room to move besides back and onto him. With every wet gyration of her sex, she felt herself screwing back on that thick dick.
At some point, she realized that he wasn’t fucking her nearly as hard as she was forcing herself back on him. She was arching her back, spreading her thighs, and giving herself to the king like an absolute bitch in heat.
“Yes. Yes…. YESS!” Konan roared, his come flooding her pussy in a sudden burst of claim. She was squeezing him so tight it seemed she had pushed him over an invisible edge. He was filling her up to the brim and then past the brim, his seed spilling out from her pussy and dripping down all over the tendrils of the plant and the ship itself.
His come made her come, and soon she was shuddering through a second orgasm lubricated by the king’s semen, feeling a release so intense and perfect she wanted to cry.
“You are mine,” he told her, his scaled hand secured firmly underneath her chin, keeping her face raised so she could not hide it in humiliation. His cock remained inside her, throbbing with each new release of seed.
She was being flooded and filled, completely covered internally with his alien seed. She was being claimed, conquered. She was being marked in the most essential and primal ways, and there was no undoing it.
Chapter 6
He dragged her off to his bed chamber, the royal suite where many females had been held in the past. The ship had served many kings, but it had never responded so strongly to any female. He could smell the ship’s finest oils on her. It had spared no resources in making her defloration as painless as possible. Even if she had not been a virgin before him, she had been a virgin to his cock.
There was some risk he had done damage. She was so impossibly tight, but her body had stretched beautifully for him. He would never get the image of her lips wrapped around his thick cock. She was so pale, so pink, and so incredibly tender. Fucking her was like fucking a star in the process of going supernova. So much heat, and all the joy of absolutely decimating her pussy, changing the very function of it from human reproductive tract to alien fuck toy.
She was limp in his arms, dripping his seed and soaked in the ship’s carnal juices. He could feel the vessel vibrating in the aftermath of whatever passed for its climax. The ship enjoyed his human prisoner almost as much as he did.
Konan did not know what to make of his spy’s alacrity with his vessel. The ship should only be attuned to royalty. Historically, the only females a ship would take any interest in at all were those fated to become queen.
