The Alien King's Pet (Royal Aliens 2)

He already knew she was untouched. He could see it in her eyes, and he could smell it between her thighs. No manhood had ever passed the tender gate of those lower lips.

Dominax lifted her up, hoisting her hips to his head in an easy motion which left her sitting atop him, her hands reaching for his hair to steady herself. She let out a gasp as his mouth found her sex, his tongue licking the length of her slit with a commanding exploration which made her wriggle and grasp ever tighter at his head.

“Don’t drop me!”

There was no chance of him dropping her. His massive hands palmed each of her cheeks, spreading them for his tongue which played across both of her holes, both the slit of her sex, and the tighter, darker, more forbidden one which tasted like scented body wash.

“Not there, not that one… That’s not for…”

Her objections were lost in a guttural moan as he plunged his tongue inside her, finding the passage through her two sets of outer lips and discovering the tight opening beyond. As he had surmised, she was a virgin. There was a thin barrier just up inside her body, not completely covering her sex, but certainly making it impossible for anything the size of his cock to enter her.

With the base of his tongue rubbing the underside of her clit, he pressed the longer tip deeper inside her, toying with that barrier. She was squirming against his face, grinding her hips with a repetitive motion which made him certain she was enjoying the touch.

He pushed his tongue deeper, spearing past that barrier and taking it with him. She stiffened for a moment, but the base of his tongue was still rucked up along her slit, and her squirming clearly served to pleasure her far more than his tongue had caused her pain.

Keeping her up above his head, he began to thrust his tongue slowly in and out of her virginal cunt, giving her a thorough pleasuring. Her hands had moved to the upper crest of his wings. He felt her tugging on him as she worked herself back against him, as eager for penetration as he was.

His cock was massive. Not big. Not long. Not thick. Just fucking massive. She had not seen a lot of penises in her time, at least not in real life, but Katie was fairly certain that the one she was looking at was much bigger than average.

He laid her down on the bed tenderly and pressed himself between her thighs. She had to spread lewdly wide to let him in, his hips were broader than her shoulders. And then she felt the heat of his rod against her slit, and saw her lower lips parting for the shaft as he rubbed himself up and down that wet crevice slowly, tempting her, teasing her.

“I am bigger than your species,” he warned her. “But your sex is more than capable of taking me. This is the same canal through which you birth your young.”

The logic was sound, but that did not make the prospect any less intimidating. But that was intellectual. Her desire made her reckless, and her instincts caused her to crave that thick cock which had slid back down and was now poised to pierce the very core of her.

“You are mine,” he told her, intoning his possession as if saying the words made the act of penetration a formally binding contract.

“Wait!”

She gasped the word just as she felt him surge forward, the head of his cock spreading her outer lips. He stopped immediately, just shy of the tight inner walls of her waiting pussy.

“I… I’ve never done this before.”

“I would have thought one as beautiful as you would have been pursued with great vigor,” Dominax said, stroking her hair back from her head with a surprisingly tender touch. “Why are you still pure, my pet?”

“Well… I was pursued, yes, but I never wanted any of them.”

“And do you want me, my little human?”

She drew in a breath and found herself holding it as he stayed poised right on the brink of her defloration. Saying yes would mean having sex with an alien king. She did not know what saying no would mean.

Dominax held himself easily above her, his wings extended up and above his head, casting a slight shadow over the pair of them. They seemed protective and caring, if those things could be attributed to wing position — and why not. It was the same thing as body language, just with wings.

“You are afraid,” he said. “You think it will hurt.”

“I think it will mean this is all real.”

“This is real, pet. This may be the most real thing which ever happened to you.”

He drew his cock back away from her, and she felt the loss keenly. The throbbing heat of the king’s member had felt right when pressed against her sex.