“I hardly know you. You’ve taken me from my planet, you’ve told me that you own me, you’ve…”
His lips claimed her in a kiss and his hips surged down again. This time they did not stop when his cock was barely between her lower lips. This time the alien king followed through, his thick rod piercing the remnants of her hymen and stretching her inner walls wide.
It was over in an instant. All innocence was lost, instantly replaced with carnal knowledge and stretching heat which made her moan into the king’s kiss as he claimed her with powerful strokes. Each time he slid inside her, he found a deeper part of her until finally the head of his cock intruded all the way to her cervix.
She writhed on his dick, her pussy trying desperately to accommodate the royal girth. She could not tell if she was in pain, or if this was the hottest thing to ever happen to her. It had all become one torrid experience, a complete, compulsive biological connection made with an alien being who wanted nothing more than to make her his own.
Dominax knew how to fuck her. He knew that all the way deep was too deep, and he knew that when he pulled out, if he left just the tip inside her, she would wriggle and squirm to try to reclaim it.
Caught in his powerful embrace, she surrendered completely. Her body blended with Dominax in the most primal of ways, shared fluids fizzing with a slight effervescence as he plunged inside her creamy pussy, stirring up every bit of animal desire contained in her body.
She felt her sexual energy being ignited, as if every cell in her body was responding to him individually, prompting her to spread her thighs wider, grind her pelvis more desperately, give herself completely to the king who owned her.
His pet was everything he had known she would be the very first moment he laid eyes on her. That tight, pink human flesh wrapped around his cock felt like a sexual supernova. He was caught up in her tender frame, pounding inside her, wanting to go deeper but knowing there was only so much ravishment a human virgin could take from his royal cock.
He would have to train her to take him deeper, longer, and in other holes. He would make her his perfect sexual companion. She was made for it. It seemed to Dominax that the human female was made for little else other than fucking. Every part of her was soft and curvaceous, made to be beautiful, and to provide sexual stimulation. It was all he could do to hold back from flooding her fertile womb before she herself came.
Orgasm was creeping over her, a pink hue glowing on her cheeks and breasts, growing brighter by the moment. She was making little whimpering noises coinciding with every hard thrust inside that desperately gripping cunt of hers, and he knew that it would not be long before she gave way to climax.
She was gripping his arms, her slender fingers digging into the dark red flesh of his biceps when she finally surrendered fully and he felt the full-body shudder of ultimate pleasure taking her over, her inner walls grasping his cock with desperate undulations as she milked him deep inside her tight wet hole.
It was his turn to give in, to let his seed flow in thick spurts of hyper-fertile come. He flooded that tight pussy of hers, holding himself deep as he pumped his sperm against the neck of her womb, and then pulling out to bathe the red puffy lower lips of her once-virginal pussy with the remnants of his pleasure.
“Good girl,” he praised, his breath ragged as he held her close. “Such a good little pet.”
The sounds she made back did not contain any syntax. They were nothing more than the animal noises of a very well-sated fuck pet.
She had been taken. Broken. Deflowered.
She had been collared. Leashed. Dominated.
And she had loved it.
Katie wasn’t sure she recognized herself anymore. She wasn’t even sure she recognized her body either. It had never felt like this, aching, tender, and sensitive all over. There was no part of her skin which had escaped the king’s lust. He had licked and bitten and tasted every part of her as he ravaged her tight hole, and now she felt as though every inch of her body was tingling with the same sated sensation coursing through her pussy.
He lay down on his side and pulled her into a close embrace, his breath slowing and becoming rougher as his powerful, regal body fell into slumber.
“What the fuck,” Katie whispered to herself under her breath. Those three words summarized and symbolized everything.
4 Wormhole With Fries
When Dominax woke, the human was gone. For an awful moment, he thought that perhaps he had dreamed the entire affair, that he had never gone to Earth, never met the most beautiful creature in creation, and never deflowered her in his bed — but then he looked over and saw that the door to the bedroom was open just wide enough for a human to slip through. No other being would dare open that portal.