Alien's Bride 1-3 (48 page)

Rexin gathered up my platter when I was done.
 
“Please rest and prepare yourself for the king.
 
Do not masturbate.”

I felt myself blush at the command.
 
Once I was alone I laid back and tried to absorb all that had happened to me.
 

The worst I’d suffered here was Randell’s brutal spanking.
 
If that was the only punishment I’d face for the trespassing I knew I had to be grateful.
 
The rest of it…I enjoyed.
 
I was frightened, but when I realized he wouldn’t betray me with the crop that fear just added to my thrill.
 
He struck me so expertly to heighten my pleasure.
 
Then there was the fondling and the kissing.
 
I adored that despite having no romantic inkling toward the demon.

When he penetrated me, ravaged me—oh, just the memory turned me melty inside.
 
Again, he meant nothing to my heart, and yet I’d eagerly give my body to him again and again.
 
I longed to feel him thrust inside me so savagely.
 
If not him, then that soldier Haralzin.
 
I hadn’t forgotten how we’d briefly connected.
 

I thought about my mother.
 
She was too far from Trummel for any news of me to reach her (thank the gods) but probably still imagined the worst.
 

And by her standards, she would be right.

She was from the same breed of woman as that bandit.
 
That was how normal women responded to what had been done to me.
 
I was not of their ilk.
 
That was never clearer than now.
 
I delighted in something that would traumatize them.
 

All my life I’d told myself I was nothing like the mortals.
 
Now it was proven.
 
I didn’t belong in that world.

I wanted every question answered so any doubts about my staying here could be squashed.
 
That was the longing I had.
 
Not fear, just an ache for knowledge.
 
I put all my hopes on this place being something I could endure.
 
I couldn’t go home, after all.

***

Randell entered ahead of the king without knocking.
 
I felt frantic when they finally came.
 
I bolted up, then remembered to take off the silk robe and fold it onto a chair.
 
There was just a moment of embarrassment before I became used to my nudity once again.
 
I walked speedily to them and lowered to kiss their feet.
 
I forced myself not to rush the task in a perfunctory way.
 
It wasn’t that reviled it, but I truly felt myself above this.
 
I knew for now I should be humble as I was still proving myself.

I sat on the floor looking up at them when I was done.
 
I wasn’t sure what to do next.

The king was laughing through his nostrils at me.
 
“Being a slave does not agree with you.”

I felt like some of the color drained from my face.
 
His piercing stare told me he expected an answer.

“I…want to please you.”

He made a mild grin.
 
“Say that again, but this time call me master.”

My heart started to race.
 
I lowered my head.
 
“I want to please you, master.”

“She’s no Jonah,” Randell said.

“She’s a woman,” the king said.
 
“We shall forgive her touch of womanly pride.
 
She’s trying to subdue it, after all.”

Randell harrumphed.

“Go to the bed, little goddess,” the king said.

I was grateful for ameliorating command.
 
The king followed me to the bed and sat upon it with his broad shoulders against the headboard.
 
He gestured for me to come near him.
 
The large demon maneuvered me onto his lap so that my back rested against his thighs, and my head rested on a pillow beside him.
 
He pushed up my legs and had me open them.
 
My sex and ass were now exposed to Randell, who was rummaging beside us through the drawer.
 
The king kept his eyes fixed on me.

“You’re quite a lovely bundle of flesh.
 
I hardly know where to begin with you.”

He traced his fingers down my throat and between my breasts.
 
I swallowed.
 
A warm tension was forming in my middle.
 
His fingers lingered over my stomach, making tickling circles around my navel.

“We planned to train her ass, remember?” Randell said, without any of the king’s sultriness.
 

He took out two clear glass prongs that were as thick as candles, except more tapered towards the smooth round ends.
 
The demon coated them in grease from a small canister.
 
Then he knelt before me and began to rub a glob of lubricant against the outside of my asshole.

I took a sharp breath.
 
His slippery finger was barraging a potent cluster of nerves.
 

The king watched my expressions with a contented grin.
 
“Like that, my pet?”

“Oh, yes.”
 
I gave a shudder of ecstasy.

His finger pressed into me.

“Oh!”
 

There was slight pain, but I was more affected by a rapturous throb.
 
My belly began to quiver.
 
He pushed his finger all the way into me.
 
Now my face contorted.
 
There was an exquisite twinge at the hole of my womanhood.
 
The king’s fingers danced down to trace a whispery tickle over my clit.
 
My breaths became staggered.
 
I opened wide eyes to look at him.

Randell began to pry a second finger into my anus.
 
Now I winced.
 
The discomfort was outweighing my pleasure.
 
The king began to rub my sex, suddenly and with strength.
 
I lurched up from the titillating shock.
 
His palm compressed my clit and the pads of his fingers ground against the pink flesh surrounding my hole.
 
His firm touch was expertly stimulating.
 
Randell had two fingers deep in my ass now, and all could do was squirm rapture from the king’s tremendous hand.

“If you enjoy it, then thank me.”

I gasped.
 
“Thank you, master!”
 
I stifled what would have been a howl.
 
“Oh…that feels so good…”

“You may not come without permission,” Randell said.

My eyes bulged.
 
“What?”
 
There was hot itch deep within my sex, harkening a powerful orgasm.
 
My stomach quaked as I tried to resist.
 
“May I…may I come?”

He curled two fingers into me.
 
“Why don’t you call me master?”

“Master—may I—ahhh!”

My insides seized with orgasm.
 
I jolted with each potent contraction, clenching my anal muscles against Randell’s fingers.
 
My breasts shook with the fierce spasms.
 

Randell plucked his fingers out of me.
 
I felt the king’s huge arm move beneath my back.
 
He flipped me so I was face down over his knee.
 
His hand cracked against one supple ass cheek.

“Ahh!”

He slapped the other, then the first again.
 
I tensed and then a cry became choked in my throat.
 
My orgasm was continuing as the king beat me.
 
My ass cheeks stung beneath his powerful hand, and yet I still convulsed in ecstasy.
 
I could feel the wondrous throb Randell’s fingers had left.
 
The king beat me until I whimpered, but these cries were staggered through diabolical pleasure.
 
When he ceased punishing me I was a limp, quaking heap on his lap.

The king kneaded his fingers into the hot tingling flesh of my ass.
 
“I think you enjoyed that.”

I took a moment to catch my breath.
 
“Thank you, master.”

He leaned down and kissed the swell of my buttock.
 
I had a delightful shiver.
 

“Good girl.”

Randell pushed a greased prong into my ass.

“Ahh!”

“Gently.”

“I won’t injure her, my king.”

He worked it in and out of me slowly.
 
The tool caused no pain, only renewed that potent throb that had fueled my orgasm.
 
My womanhood clenched pleasurably in response.
 
Once the prong could glide easily he tilted it in a circle.
 
My taut anal muscle was stretched and the throb intensified.
 
I felt wondrous tingles as the tool opened me.
 

“Uh…”

The king reached below me to fondle my breasts.
 
I angled my chest so that my hardened nipples rubbed against his palm.
 
He pinched one side and then gave my breast a slap.

“Ohh!”
 

My cheeks flushed.
 
The cry was a little too ecstatic.

Randell worked the second prong inside of me.
 
I screwed my face in an expectation of pain, but there was none.
 
He’d loosened the muscle enough for the second tool to glide beside the first.
 
Now he swirled them both.
 
My reddened ass cheeks began to quiver.
 
He was harvesting incredible throbs of pleasure from my anus.
 
The heat I’d had before orgasm was rebuilding within me, but this time I didn’t feel at risk of an involuntary climax.
 
He kept me on an exquisite precipice, throbbing, twinging, and clenching with every deft move of the prongs.

“Ohhh.”

“What a sensitive girl you are,” the king said.

“Ngh.”
 
I reached back and groped the king’s groin.

“Sensitive and brazen,” Randell said.

“I’ll allow it.”

I looked back at the king and licked my lips.
 
Yes I was brazen.
 
Randell needed to keep silent.
 
I felt an enormous cock through the leather of the king’s garment and I wanted it.
 
My desire was amplified because I felt a fondness for him.
 
Older men always stirred me, and he’d been relatively kind to me thus far.
 
I pressed my fingers along the shape of a frighteningly thick cock.
 
His sheath strained to hold its growing bulk.
 
I pulled down the waist so his cock head came free.
 
It was fat and glistening.
 
I pressed my finger against his slit.

“I’d say she’s ready, my king.”
 
Randell worked the prongs out of me.
 
A powerful throbbing remained in their wake.

The king pushed me off his lap and pulled out his cock in full.
 
I was enraptured.
 
He was surely as long as my forearm and nearly as thick as the bed posts.
 
I tried to enclose the warm shaft in my fist, but he was too large.

“Suck it.”

I peeked up at him.
 
His face was as stern as the command.
 
I wet my lips.
 
Was such a thing done?
 
Would it be unpleasant?
 
I don’t know why I hesitated with these thoughts.
 
I had to obey.

I took his massive cock head into my mouth and sucked while licking him.
 
The lobes of his cap were smooth and clean.
 
Once I realized there was no unpleasantness I felt emboldened.
 
I pressed my tongue against his slit hard as I could and tasted nothing.
 
My cheeks went hollow as I sucked.
 
There was no chance of getting his member full into my mouth, so I tried to satisfy him by working my hand vigorously up and down.