Konan was big, blue, and mean. He had little regard for her person or her safety, and now he was on the verge of making a discovery she’d rather he not make. She could feel his hot breath through her clothing, and her sex responded by clenching tighter.
Whatever she was feeling in the way of arousal was not voluntary. It was some biological quirk of fear, adrenaline making every part of her aroused in some way. Every nerve, every bit of energy in her body was focused on the fact of her capture.
He had already sniffed out her secret. He’d found the place between her thighs from whence her nectar flowed. Which was a really flowery way of saying she was wetter than she’d ever been. Torrential, even.
Was she attracted to this alien? Was it even possible to want to have sex with a murderous beast of a monster? She looked into his dark eyes and felt herself being drawn into a vortex of desire. It wasn't the sort of attraction she’d felt for human men in the past. It was something much more twisted, as if all the insides of her biological being were very confused and overloaded. The instincts which would have told her a human male would make a good mate were imposing their values of strength, dominance and virility on her better sense, and she was seeping desire for a king who seemed to value nothing besides his own dominance.
His fingers curled in the waistband of the leggings which didn't really fit anyway, and drew them down. She expected him to be impatient, but he seemed to know it would have more impact if he drew out the moment of being bared as much as possible, inching the material down over her rear, following the curve of her cheeks until they both popped over the tight band of fabric.
The king made a growling noise of approval at the sight of her bare ass.
“Most pleasing, human. Surprisingly so,” he said, palming her cheeks with his massive blue hands. She could almost feel the blueness of them, the ridges of his skin foreign and hot against her smooth ass. “You are so very soft. Your world must be remarkably soft too.”
He continued to lower her underwear, until she was entirely naked from the waist down. His fingers curled around under her cheeks and the very tips of those alien digits found the secret she’d been trying to hide.
“What is THIS!” he thundered as he discovered the soft lips between her thighs. “What have you been smuggling here, spy?”
“That’s my vagina. My sexual canal…”
“You have two holes down here,” he observed, swiping his finger against the tight bud of her anus. “One seems to welcome. The other is tight.”
“That is where I excrete solid waste. It is not recommended.”
Konan let out a rough, filthy laugh. “I will probe this opening, as I will probe every other part of you. You will stretch for me and scream for me. And you will give up every one of your filthy little secrets.”
She jolted and let out a little moan as his fingers found her clitoris. The first touch was accidental, but the second was not. Konan grinned a broad, feral grin and began to strum her there in the place she was most sensitive.
Elizabeth moaned and squirmed, her ass clamped by one large hand so the other could continue the new onslaught against her pussy. She could hear a wet sound, and felt heat flush through her as she realized it was the sound of her own juices being used to lubricate the fingering of the alien king.
He wasn’t penetrating her yet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t taking full command of her pussy. He was a quick learner, and soon noticed that swift little circles around that tiny nub was enough to make her quiver with such intensity that she felt as though a current was being passed through her body.
How had every human man she had ever been with fumbled around her body as if it were made of lumps of clay, when this alien seemed to know precisely where and how she needed to be touched. Her hips were grinding back against his hand, her entire body leaning against his, feeling the massive musculature of his form against her soft curves.
“Mnngghhh… oh… oh my god… oh… mngghh!” she whimpered and gasped as she found herself being rubbed to a fast, hard, intense climax. With every passing second, she was getting wetter and slicker until there was nothing but pleasure flowing through her, making her shudder and contort until she collapsed against him, her wet sex slicking his fingers.
The king transferred his grip from her ass to her hair, and pulled her head back gently. Somehow in the midst of her contorting and wailing, she had ended up sitting on his lap, her half-naked body snuggled against the hard, hot rod of his cock.