There were cries of amazement and alarm, then applause broke out as the king took to the air with her, wrapping his arms around her to steady her as her fresh wings faltered on their first flight. She looked at herself, astounded at the pale hue of the feathered wings extending from her shoulders.
“I can fly!”
“You can fly,” Dominax confirmed, wrapping her in his arms and thrusting into her again, reclaiming her high flying sex with the rough ridges of his cock. He was not done with her, and the shock of having had her wings burst free was not enough to distract her from the inevitable reward of being punished and fucked by the royal king: orgasm.
She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful, though now with fresh white wings extended she was like the human concept of an angel. His angel. His pet. His hot little fuck hole, squeezing his cock as he pulled her ass against him, feeling the stripes the cane had left on her deserving ass.
Punishing her had been essential. Katie had never needed his pity, and she had rarely needed gentle handling. She needed his discipline and his love. He was not surprised it had taken the harsh strokes of the cane for her to transform into her final form.
Her moans were so pretty, as were the yelps which emerged when his fingers tightened on her ass, squeezing her down on his cock. Fucking in the air came naturally to Dominax, but the flapping of her new wings threatened to send them both tumbling over the heads of the crowd.
He drew her back and forth along the length of his rod, pumping her over his cock, using her as she was always intended to be used, and pleasuring her as she needed to be pleasured. He loved the way her tight human lips gripped his dick, pulled out slightly with every stroke out of her pussy. Blonde and pink, and soon to be covered in the white splashes of his come, Dominax felt climax roiling inside him. It had been coming from the moment he first laid the cane across her deserving round ass and watched the pink stripe appear.
He would always enjoy punishing his pet, and he was certain she would always deserve his discipline. Katie was a wild human, a native New Yorker, a winged little beast made for his use.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as her own pleasure came closer to the peak, and they kissed deeply, thoroughly as two climaxes exploded at one time, Dominax’s seed flooding her clenching chalice as she quivered against him and moaned into his mouth until they were both thoroughly exhausted.
Breathing heavily in the aftermath of incredible pleasure, Dominax drew her gently and safely back down to the floor.
“Long live the king! Long live the queen!”
Her head was spinning from the exceptional transformation she had just undergone, but possibly even more astounding were the cries of the merchants.
“They think I’m the queen?”
“You are more than a queen. You are my pet. My precious property. My winged waif from another world…” he punctuated every one of her titles with a kiss to her face, neck, and lips.
She felt her wings retract naturally, as if she had always known how to use them, and his wings wrapped around her, shielding her glory and her shame from the wild celebrations of the crowd.
“You are forgiven,” Dominax said. “In the eyes of the law, in the hearts of the populace…”
“And what about by you?”
“I forgave you the moment you were brought back to me,” he said. “You were never far from my mind, and you were always in my heart. Now that you have made amends to the public, we start anew.”
“And I get to be queen?”
"They can call you what they like. You will always be my pet. On your knees, my girl. Clean my cock with your mouth.”
The order was a test. He wanted to see how far she had come, and know if she had actually learned anything at all in the course of her captivity and re-capture.
He felt his heart swell with love and pride as his beautiful human sank to her knees and lifted her mouth to his cum soaked cock, extending her tongue to lap along his shaft. She had such a pretty pink tongue, in contrast to the heavy red hue of his shaft which was revealed in all its glory as she licked the combination of their juices from his skin.
Outside the barrier of his wings, the crowd’s cries grew louder, a roar of celebration and approval emitting from the throats of every hot blooded Homelander who had not only witnessed the transition of the human brat to winged beauty, but to the submission and honor she gave her king as she wrapped her lips around his cock and suckled ever so prettily.