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“Yes…”
I don’t know if he is asking me for permission. He is a king, and as such he takes what he wants. I give it anyway, both verbally, and with the easy spreading of my thighs to allow him to slide between them, hiking my ass up toward his hips. He is so much larger than me. When he handles me I feel small and delicate in all the best ways. Yes, there is pain and there is sometimes cruelty. Yes, he wants to break me in. But I want to be taken, too. My modern mind reels in confusion, thinking things should be different - but at my core, I know precisely what I want. I want him, just as badly as he wants me. I want his pursuit. I want his punishment, and I want his conquest.
Equs tightens his grip on my hair, holding me in place as he enters me slowly. I feel our flesh connect in the most primal of ways. I am stretching wider than ever before but does not hurt. The molten heat from the lash has ensured that I can take him with ease, my hot sex spreading for him and gripping the thick shaft of his rod.
I can’t fight him anymore. I don’t want to. I want him to make me feel good. I want him to protect me. I want to be the center of his world and I want him to fill the core of me forever. He is being careful with me, feeling how tight and tender I am.
“You’re so big,” I whimper as he keeps surging inside me. He is thicker, and he is longer. He takes up more space than any man, and he demands more submission.
“You can take me,” he assures me. He is almost all the way inside me. My clit is a hard little bud of sensation being rubbed against the furs of the bed as my juices coat us both.
This alien king seems to know my human body almost better than I know it myself. He reaches beneath me and caresses my breasts, then pulls free of me and turns me over onto my back. I look up at his handsome, commanding, entirely naked, and impressively muscular body as his cock bobs against my belly. He is slaked with my juices, the light cream of my soaked sex. This is what it is to look up into the face of a conqueror and feel no fear because you know this is what is meant to be.
He parts my legs again, and spreads them wide, making me more vulnerable than before. It was easier when I was face down, ass up. I could pretend that it was all just feelings, and no meaning. I didn’t have to look at the king who was ravaging me with royal tenderness. Keeping that royal alien eye contact, Equs sinks himself back inside me in one long, slow, life-changing stroke.
“You are mine,” he growls. “And this pussy is mine. Your cunt is owned by a king now. I will take it and you will give it, do you understand?”
“Yesss!” I hiss the word. Yes is the only answer. It emerges from the very core of me, from the dark little center where I want all the things I’m not supposed to want, where the alien king’s kiss seals his ownership of me.
He pulls out, all the way. Then he pushes back in, all the way. These are complete strokes of ultimate possession. These are the thick, filling, owning, thrusts that make me forget I even exist. I don’t care about anything anymore besides being his.
Slowly, but surely, and with complete control, he starts to thrust harder. One of his massive hands holds me around my neck, pinning me to his royal bed. His mane drapes around me, creating a small world in which this massive furred being is my new fuck god. The other hand roams my body, squeezing, caressing, exploring. His fingers find my lips, dip into my mouth, and then return to my nipples, pinching and playing in a way that is uncannily effective.
I don’t think I can contain myself anymore. He's barely started fucking me and I am already giving up absolutely everything, my pussy gripping and grabbing him, trying to milk him. My body knows what it is doing. It has its own agenda, one of seduction and extraction.
“Mine,” he growls as if there’s just one world left in all creation.
“MINE!” He slams home and pulls out hard and fast, his huge cock absolutely pummeling my wet hole until the entire tent sounds like an orgy of slapping sexes. I am his possession. I am his toy. I am the vessel of his desire, and I am about to become the receptacle of his seed.
