It must have taken the work of many great artists to achieve the effects she was seeing, even at a distance it was obvious that every inch of the palace was carved with ornate designs. Being able to fly probably made that a lot easier.
“It is said one can stare at Royal Rock from sunrise to sunset every day for an entire solar cycle and still not observe every detail,” Dominax said proudly. “Generations have put their marks on the place. This is more than a building. This is living history.”
“Pretty cool, I guess,” Katie said.
“You guess,” Dominax replied with dark humor. “Because you’re not certain you are in the presence of a work of art greater than any still in existence on your own planet?”
“I mean, I think we have rock houses there too…”
Dominax opened his mouth as if to say something outraged, but he must have caught the glint in her eye, for his own dark gaze narrowed, and a low growl emerged from the royal throat.
“You seek to provoke me, human. That is not wise. As my pet, your attitude must become one of submission and obedience.”
“Oh. Well. You picked the wrong girl. And the wrong city,” Katie replied. “New Yorkers don’t really do obedience.”
“You will learn to, or you will be a very sore, very sorry human.”
“What are you going to do? Are you gonna… OW!”
What he was going to do, apparently, was spank her way too fucking hard on the bare ass with his massive alien hand.
“You dick!”
That was not what he wanted to hear, apparently. Hearing her curse, he grabbed her more firmly by the back of the neck and started spanking her with hard slaps which covered far too much of her ass for comfort and made both her skin and her pride blaze with humiliation.
On the precipice of a new world, Katie did battle with the alien king who had claimed her and now planned to make her submit to his rule. She was losing, obviously. He had complete physical control of her, and she had nothing but threats to offer in return.
“Take me home, or I will make you regret the moment you met me,” she vowed ferociously.
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Dominax laughed as his pet squirmed helplessly in his grasp, her bare ass receiving several more slaps more for his own amusement than anything.
She would suffer. She would mourn. She would wail. She would be very, very sore. But in the end, she would be happy. He had no doubt about that.
This spanking was nothing more than a warning. It was not a serious punishment, though it obviously had an effect on her. She could not stop squirming and cursing, and soon he heard her voice start to crack with frustration as she reached the verge of tears. It was then that Dominax decided to show mercy again.
“Come, pet, if you are tired of having your flesh heated, you can explore your new home.”
“You can’t hit me.”
“Of course I can. I am the king. I can do with you as I please.”
“Asshole,” she muttered to herself.
He spanked her again for that insolence. She was mouthy, that much was for sure. He might let her be a little sassy as time went on, but for the moment he had to teach her something like discipline, if only to keep her from causing chaos in his court.
Katie’s yowl was swallowed up by the sound of a dozen wings beating the air. A small phalanx of warriors had come to meet them. His royal guard had anticipated his arrival, as had many of the courtiers and more than one or two high-ranking merchants who were all no doubt eager for an audience with the king.
His pet stopped squirming as they landed, and instead stared with wide eyes.
“Welcome home, King Dominax,” Esther greeted him, dropping into a low bow.
She was the head guard of the royal flight, a military force capable of crushing any rebellion on the planet, or repelling any who might be foolish enough to invade this world of cliffs and lava. Only the Homelanders were evolutionarily suited for such a task. She was a formidable warrior, and apparently, frightened his pet more than he did.
Holy fuck… Katie whispered to herself.
She was staring at a female like Dominax. She hadn’t bothered to think about what the female of his species might look like. This one was built almost as powerfully as Dominax himself. The soldier wore a golden skirt, but was shirtless. Her breasts were displayed bare, without any obvious shame. Her physique was very strong, much more muscly than any human woman could have managed naturally.
Katie had to fight the urge to hide behind Dominax as the female looked at her with those dark eyes, the expression on her beautiful face entirely neutral.
Katie was also naked, but somehow her nakedness did not seem nearly as impressive. She tried not to stare, in case that was rude. But how could she not? Golden hair cascaded over the female’s shoulders. Her face was even more beautiful than Dominax’s thanks to a slight narrowing and angle of the eyes and a general softening. It was like looking at a Victoria’s Secret angel on steroids.