The crowd’s cries grew louder, but they were baying with glee, not horror. Not a single one of them came forward to help her. They were as prepared to cheer on the tyrant king as they were to cheer on the rebel who tried to free them from his grip.
This was nothing but entertainment, and she had become the grand spectacle. Stories of this would spread faster and wider than any of the stories of rebellion. Her rebellion was over. She knew it beyond the shadow of a doubt, even before Archon’s rough fingers found her clit and started to strum between her thighs, making her quake and shudder with the pleasure she wanted to hide.
Chapter 15
Human villages ran on human rules. Public fuck punishment was not a human custom, but it was Archon’s. He had tried to handle Iris privately, attempted to show her the error of his ways, but this little human brat did not learn easily. She had many chances to go to ground, to repent, to do anything besides continue this rebellion.
Archon was rather glad she had. He liked the way her ass looked covered in the hot red marks of his palm. Her skin was very pretty, and the way she squirmed and moaned was even prettier. Now her sleek hair was pressed up under his chin as he held her aloft and fucked her for the benefit of all present. As usual, her pussy was soaked, not only easily accepting his cock, but squeezing it every time he sank it deep inside her, miking him for all she was worth.
“You have been such a bad girl,” he growled on the upstroke before plunging her back down to the base of his cock. He loved the way her tight cunt felt gripping his cock with desperate need.
The baying of the human crowd excited him more than he realized it would. Archon had never cared much about humans. They were far from a dominant species, usually limited living on remote colonies, dominated by more powerful species. Sometimes they knew it, more often they didn’t. They had a tendency to keep their eyes on each other and forget about the possibility anything existed outside their own little worlds.
Right now, Archon liked humans very much. They made for an excellent audience. Their cheering and clapping was heightening his enjoyment as he let her down onto her tip-toes, pulled Iris’ hair, and arched her back, slapping his hips against her ass as he plunged inside her pussy.
This was hot as hell. Perhaps the most enjoyable sex he had ever had. This was probably what the dancing ceremony was supposed to be about, but he would never have enjoyed fucking a dancer the way he loved dominating this human rebel, crushing the will out of her sexy little body.
She kept wriggling, her hips grinding, her body taut with erotic tension. He could see the marks of his fingers bright and red against her flesh, curling over the top of her ass.
Archon could hold back no longer. His hunger for her was so intense that the notion of restraining his orgasm was unthinkable. Her hot, wet, messy little hole plunged forward and back over his huge shaft, pushing him over the edge.
Archon came inside her, his seed flooding her sex so fully it dripped down her thighs and onto the podium between her curled toes. The sight caused another swelling roar from the crowd, but the real triumph was Iris’ orgasm. Her shuddering, squealing climax was audible even over the cheering of the crowd, her whimpers blending with those same sounds.
They could hear her, but only Archon could feel the exquisite grip of her pussy lips wrapped around his cock, the inner walls of her sex pulsing with animal need, milking his seed deep inside her.
He pulled her from his cock and held her aloft, his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide, letting his seed drip from her sodden slit. It was a filthy, dirty, messy sight, and it brought the crowd to a climax of their own.
“Storm the stage! Take the alien! Down with the king!”
“Excuse me?”
The crowd turned, apparently without any kind of prompting. A new mood had simply swung through it, perhaps because the climax was over and they were instantly bored, or perhaps because it had finally occurred to them to feel guilty about cheering on the defilement of their messianic heroine. Everything was different after orgasm. Apparently that went for angry mobs too.
Iris pulled away from him in the chaos as Archon was left batting humans left and right, knocking them around and away like straw men. He saw her disappear between two men, slipping through all of them like a slippery freshly-fucked eel.
Chapter 16
Iris ran through the crowd, pulling her tunic down over her bare ass as best she could. She had to steal some clothing off a villager’s washing line and don it as quickly as possible, hiding her shame as well as her ass.