He was evil. He had destroyed all those she loved, razed her home, eradicated every trace of her life from the face of the planet. She had no doubt that he would slay her too. He was taking his time, though, enjoying drawing the moment out.
Iris’ breath came in short panting fearful gasps as the king knelt down on one leg and pressed her thighs even further apart with his massive hands. She could feel the heat of his breath against the most sensitive and private parts of her body as he leaned in and examined her not just with his eyes, but with his hands too, his thick rough fingers stroking her lower lips.
Why was he being so gentle? She knew it could not last, and would not last. Once his curiosity ran out she was sure that he would destroy her as he had destroyed everything else.
A fearful gasp risked turning into a moan as the alien king swiped his fingers down the length of her sex and lifted them to his fanged mouth.
“Wet,” he declared. “Sopping wet. Does this arouse you, human? Has being hunted to the brink of your ability to survive turned your reproductive system into a gushing fountain of desire?”
He was taunting her even as he played with her pussy, using the slick juices of her sex to further rub her toward that satisfaction she’d often taken by herself in the dark, but never with anybody else.
She lay perfectly still, too afraid to move, certainly unwilling to resist, hoping against hope that he would toy with her until he was bored and then he might leave her alive. It was her only hope for survival.
“Now you stay silent when I speak to you human,” he observed, parting her lower lips to allow the dewy wet juices to escape in a trickle of desire.
The only words she had were words which would have gotten her killed if she had dared speak them aloud. She wanted to tell him that she hated and despised him, that he would never get away with what he had done to her and her family, that the entirety of creation would avenge them if he did not let her go.
But another spark of pleasure glowed through her, and she lost the words. She looked into eyes which did not seem as evil as the acts she had seen him commit. The fear which had seen her flee through the woods had turned into dark arousal. It was so very wrong. She knew she should fight it, but she was only an animal like everything else on the planet and she responded to stimuli the same way any animal would.
He started to grunt and growl, reaching for the crotch of his pants. She knew what was going to happen next. It was inevitable, and instinctual and in some natural way, correct.
His uniform parted to allow his cock to surge out, a massive, thick thing which throbbed in time with his pulse. It was an intimidating sight, as thick as her wrist and already dripping with animal need.
“I’ve never fucked a human before,” he informed her with a broad grin. “You will be my first.”
He would also be her first, but she did not tell him that. She doubted he would care.
He loomed over her and put his cock to the tight, wet seam between her thighs. One of his massive hands rested next to her head, the other wrapped lightly around her throat like a collar, keeping her in place.
A whimper emerged from Iris as she felt the massive beast begin to penetrate her, his flesh even hotter than hers, and so much harder. Her pussy began to spread around the insistent pressure, making way for the alien king’s claim. In another breath, her flesh would be his flesh. Her body would belong to him.
She could see all that possessive arrogance in his eyes. He thought he had her. He thought he had already taken her. He thought it was all over bar the orgasm.
But he was wrong.
Iris reached underneath her body, where her belt had been sliced away and found the last chance left to her, a final hope.
The king made a hissing sound as she slipped six inches of her village’s finest steel into his belly, slipping it up between two scales, finding his weakness in the moment of extreme vulnerability where he thought he had already won.
His expression was priceless as he lurched away from her, slumping to the side in the dirt. He stared at her, then at the knife embedded in his royal body, then back at her.
“Well done,” he grunted as golden blood seeped around the wound like slow honey.
There was no time to gloat, and no time to spare. She had to go, and she had to go now. Iris scrambled to her feet and fled, leaving the bleeding king behind incapacitated but in no way destroyed, no doubt vowing his vengeance upon her.