Elizabeth stared around, thinking that surely the king would refrain from undressing in the middle of the bridge. The soldiers and navigators and others were going about their jobs without so much as looking at her, or their king.
Konan obviously did what he wanted, how he wanted, when he wanted. This was the privilege of a king. She watched in a mixture of horror and curiosity as he loosed his personal monster. He was thick. And ridged. And hard. And large. The head of his cock was like nothing she had ever seen. It came to a rounded tip, much like a human cock would, but the flare was a lot wider and broader than any man, and beneath it was a shaft which was almost impossibly girthy. She didn’t think she’d be able to wrap one hand around it. Maybe two.
It was definitely not going to fit inside her, she knew that much. Not her mouth and definitely not her p… she didn’t even want to think about that. But her body was thinking already in its own inexorable biological way, a way which made her tighten down below and start to get wet, considering what it would feel like to be stretched wider than any human could ever hope to achieve with his cock.
“What do you think, human spy?”
“… Wow," she breathed. “I think it’s too big for me.”
She blushed even as she said the words, looking around to see if their conversation was becoming the rightful center of attention. Surely the soldiers would at least double take at the sight of the king’s huge blue cock on rampant display. But they didn’t. They seemed reluctant to acknowledge anything that was happening in the region of the throne.
“Too big? Perhaps it is you who are too small,” Konan growled in soft tones, reaching down to scruff her hair again. He pulled her up close to his exposed dick, so close she could feel the heat emanating from it. She could also smell him, a rich, musky alien scent which further stimulated her nervous physical form. He held her there, in a place which stopped her from doing anything besides staring at his cock. She didn’t know if he was trying to intimidate her or entice her. In truth, he was doing both.
There was no reason to restrain her impulses now. On Earth she'd had to wonder about what men thought about her, and what other people would think of her after men had thought something about her. But this king thought she was a spy, and everyone else on the ship didn’t seem to think about her at all. So she was free. Free to let her mouth water, and her pupils dilate. Free to let her mind roam to all the carnal possibilities — and impossibilities.
This wouldn’t fit inside her. Couldn’t fit inside her. So why was she thinking about how it would feel if it did? Why wasn’t she fighting the masculine grip keeping her less than an inch from his dick? Why was she thinking about extending her tongue and tasting him? This was absolute sexual madness, and she had to break free of it.
“You don’t seem scared of this, or of me,” Konan growled.
“Are women usually scared of your cock?”
“Females of all species are usually terrified of me in my entirety,” he said, drawing her head back so he could look into her eyes, and so she was forced to look into his. “You do not seem to be.”
“I promise you I am. It’s just I’ve been afraid of a lot of things for a while now and I’ve kind of lost the ability to really react that way, because if I did, I’d just be, like, screaming all the time.”
“So you are always scared,” he observed. “A coward by nature. Or perhaps brave, for even though you are terrified, you maintain your composure.”
The entire time he was assessing her, she was transfixed by his cock. It dominated her vision, the room, and the entire universe as far as she was concerned.
He kept his grip on her, as firm and as strong as ever. There was no doubt that she was his captive, and there was even less doubt that he cared in any way about her. He looked at her as if she were a distracting curiosity, something that might be able to wrap around his cock and make him feel good. She’d known men like this king. They wanted to feel good, but it didn’t occur to them that anybody else had feelings.
To survive him, she would have to make it about him. Yes. That sounded like a strategy. She was going to need one of those if she hoped to survive the king and his cock.
“Your cock is…” She paused as if searching for words, when in reality, a half-dozen of them had already sprung to mind. “Incredibly massive, utterly gargantuan. Your cock is the largest cock anyone on my world has ever seen…”