“You are a very interesting spy,” Konan growled down at her. “I will enjoy tormenting you. Your pleasure will be your undoing. I thought I would have to hurt you, but hurting you would be a waste. It is in the cries of your climaxes that I will learn your truth.”
She made a mumbling, incoherent sound. She expected the king to return her to her cage, where she would be forced to confront herself. But he didn’t. He stayed in his chair, with his cock laying against her body, her own spent flesh pressed against his. He held her like a man might hold a lover, with something that she imagined might be tenderness.
Chapter 4
Konan had a prisoner to play with. Usually prisoners were interrogated and dispatched immediately. But this one was different. This one contained so many secrets he could feel them seeping out of her. He could taste them on his fingers when he lifted them to his mouth and licked them clean.
He wished he knew more about humans. There was a common ancestor for any carbon based alien which walked on two legs, saw with two eyes, and fucked with one cock, but that only gave him limited information. Konan’s species, the Masih, was an ancient one, but ancient civilizations were relative, and even tens of thousands of years were an irrelevance in the vastness of creation.
It seemed Dominax and Archon had chosen humans as mates, or at the very least, as sexual toys. Konan could now see the appeal of that. It was not immediately obvious when you looked at a human. They were somewhat plain to look at, but the moment they became aroused, the quietest among them turned into a biological honeypot of absolute desire. Konan had been swept up in the human’s arousal almost as much as he was invested in his own pleasure. Even now, his cock remained erect, but outside her body.
He could force her to pleasure him, but that seemed distasteful now that he had seen what she was like when she wanted it. If he could tease her into arousal, he could already sense she would do almost anything for climax. There could be a great amount of pleasure in the future, for both of them.
Konan found himself tapping her ass with his other hand, not quite patting, not quite slapping, but something in between. Something which made her skin turn just a little pink, something to jolt the wet little slit of her body against his ceremonial armor. It was an impulse he followed, an instinct, in other words.
“What do humans call this?” he said, slapping his hand against the full curve of her cheeks.
“Uhm… spanking, I think?”
“You need a good spanking, my little spy.”
The words came to him because he felt their truth. This human needed to be punished, but not as aggressively as he might punish another spy with less natural appeal, inherent sweetness, and…
Konan paused, his hand on her rear. Was he falling for this human? Already? And for so little reason? Was an orgasm all it took to earn the interest of a king? He would have to be careful. If Dominax and Archon had both been infiltrated by human females, perhaps it was only a matter of time before he fell as well. He could imagine the power humans would have if they had their females installed in all the highest royal houses of the various galaxies.
“It’s a trap,” he murmured to himself. “A pretty honeypot trap.”
“Are you talking about me?”
“I seem to always be talking about you, human. You have become an object of prime fascination in very short order, but I have no intention of trusting you. I know that you have secrets, and I will uncover all of them.”
“I’m not going to keep any secrets from you.”
“That’s what somebody who was going to keep secrets from me would say…”
BOOM!
The ship juddered far more violently than usual. Bits and pieces from the top of the bridge fell and clattered around the lower part of the bridge and there was a general roar of consternation from both Konan and his crew. Elizabeth clung to him, her hands finding the most suitable handhold, something long, and hard and very attached to the beast king. It was not an unpleasant grip, though it did distract from the general aggression of the moment.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Konan cursed at his navigators. “Don’t tell me Dominax had the balls to return fire!?”
“No, sire. It’s a Galactor vessel.”
“How dare they attack a Masih royal ship!”
“HELLO!” A Galactor murketeer appeared on screen, its broad, perpetually smiling face swallowed up by an aggressively friendly grin. It had a large G tattooed on its forehead, and the kind of lifeless eyes that could either welcome you to a show room for rugs and bathing gels, or usher you into sweet oblivion.