The Beast King (Royal Aliens 3)

She smiled into the bed as she heard the old familiar growls. He wanted control so badly, but he always lost it with her. She lost it with him, too. She didn’t want anything except his big, thick dick deep inside her, fucking her to an orgasm which was only intensified by the wicked cane stripes across her ass.

She’d braced herself for every one of them, knowing that they would give her more power when she needed it. Now. Now she was breaking down the walls between them, the madness of the crown was dissipating. It might even fall off of its own accord if she could get him to come hard enough.

“My fuck meat,” he growled, dashing her hopes even as he slammed inside her cunt. “My dirty little human hole.”

He was choosing words to degrade her, knowing her shame would make her hotter, knowing that her pussy would clench him tighter. He loved it when she was angry and ashamed, fighting her need for his cock as hard as she could even as she spread her legs as wide as she could to allow him to plunge ever deeper inside her creamy channel.

He was going to spill his seed. He could feel it rising inside him, desiring nothing more than to reside in her. Every time he filled her, he felt as though he was doing something right and proper. It was such a different feeling to the way most of his actions felt. Fucking his human. Filling his human. These were pure acts in accord with the universe.

Konan roared his orgasm, reaching beneath her body to pinch and roll the bud at the apex of her lower lips. It was always hard and slippery, eager for his touch. Today was no exception. She bucked back against him, shoving her sweet sex down hard on his cock, sharing orgasm with him as the two of them became briefly one.

“Yes…” he growled. “Yes…” He pulled out of her, leaving a trail of hot seed over her red striped ass.

Then he grabbed her by the hair, pulled her from the bed, and pushed her freshly fucked, half naked body into the cage beneath.

“Monster,” she hissed, her cheeks still flushed with orgasm.

“Maybe,” he agreed, locking the door behind her. “Maybe.”

Chapter 13

Not maybe. Definitely.

“I have to get that thing off his head,” she muttered to herself from behind inevitable bars.

She could have broken down after that painful fucking caning. She could have cried. She could have freaked out, but it was not her first time in one of Konan’s cages, and she had a feeling it would not be the last. But it also wouldn’t be forever.

The cage kept her contained, but the planet appeared to have the same plant intellect which ran the ship. And so, in the very middle of the night, a miracle or a mistake happened and the door swung open.

She knew better than to second guess a chance at freedom. She also knew better than to think it was coincidence or happenstance, or any other kind of convenience. It was destiny of the kind which demanded immediate and deliberate action — getting the fucking crown.

Elizabeth did seem to have one power, and that was pulling fused crowns off king heads. The story demanded she was special in some way, and apparently that power, however limited, was hers.

Konan was fast asleep on his royal bed, sprawled out quite happily. He looked so content, right up until the moment she plucked the crown from his flowing locks.

The crown screamed as she pulled it from Konan’s head. He had been wrong when he mocked her for believing in stories having powers all of their own. The story did exist. It was wrapped around her, protecting her, providing her with the strength she needed to once more lift the crown from its sealed place.

“Human!” Konan came to his feet with a cry of rage. “Elizabeth! Give that back!”

She ran as fast as she could along the jungle balconies, her bare feet rushing over vines and branches. They had been formed into pathways, but even so they were far less than safe. She was smaller and lighter than Konan, and she was doing this as much for him as she was for the people of his planet, and herself.

“RETURN ME!”

The crown spoke to her in a thundering voice.

She was looking for something she could do to destroy it. Traditionally, evil jewelry went into volcanoes, but there were no volcanoes in sight, and Konan was gaining on her. He couldn’t help himself. He was compelled to chase her. He might even be compelled to hurt her.

The plants were lighting up ahead of her, showing her the way. Her feet followed the direction they specified until she saw the intention behind them. She had been led all the way back to the landing pad where Konan’s ship still sat, its door open just wide enough for her to slip through.