Monster King (Royal Aliens 5)

I reach for her, I pull her toward me. I feast on the soft flesh of her form as carefully as I can, careful not to pierce her tender skin. But the part of her I most need is between those spreading thighs. She is inviting me in with those desperate little grunts and squirms, smearing her sex down the length of my dominant cock.

I choose to use the smaller of the two to penetrate her. It would be so easy to throw caution to the wind and simply stretch her ultra wide, but I begin with the one I believe she might be able to handle. The larger of my two cocks runs up over her clit and over her pubic mound as I start to sink inside her, feeling those soft petals of her sex spread around me.

This human is a delight. She is soft and she is molten hot beneath the hard exterior she tries so hard to cultivate. She believes she is broken, but she could not be more complete and perfect if she tried. I can see her spirit in her gaze and I can feel her life force, as inch by inch, I start to plumb the depths of her very being.

She is tight around me, her flesh wrapped around my cock so tightly that I am forced to hold myself in check lest I hurt her with my thrusting desire. She is wet, but wetness only goes so far when two disproportionate beasts meet.

Whatever she lacks in physical size, she makes up for in personality. She is a creature of intensity. How she must have struggled on her own world, being such a beast stuck in a delicate frame.

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Ariel

He is inside me. He is filling me up. He is fucking me. He is making me his. He is driving every thought, every concept, every word, every memory out of my mind while he dives ever deeper inside me, pulling me back and forth along the shaft of his lesser rod. I can feel the massive monstrosity of his larger cock grinding against me with every stroke, the underside of it pleasuring my pussy with every thrust.

“Yes. Yes. Fucking yes. Oh yes. My god. Yes.”

That’s the only sound I can make. Yes. Yes. My entire world is a world of yes. Brawn makes me give myself to him. He pulls me out of my head, and he puts me in the middle of a sensual reality I completely adore. I give myself to him completely, feeling his cock surge back and forth inside me, that big monster rod still out of my grasp, but coming ever closer.

“Take more seed,” he grunts, fisting his cock and delivering his seed to my mouth, leaving me entirely empty below. The loss of his stretching force is made up for by another dose of his seed, sinking into my belly, through all the tissues of my body, imbuing me with his life force and making me more like him.

I am floating in a sea of sensual haze when the big cock hits my pussy, the massive head of it splitting my sensitive walls wide. He opened me up with the first cock, trained my cunt to take a thick dick. Now he is plunging ever deeper insider me with a masterful rod so girthy and so long that I’m not sure I can physically stretch wide enough to take it.

But I do.

I squeal and I gasp and I wriggle, but my pussy is wrapped tight around his cock and he is inside me.

And then there’s another spot of pressure. Another insertion. Another place where I can be penetrated, where my juices and his seed are used as lubrication which makes the slow entrance to my ass possible.

“Fuck….”

I would never have let anybody fuck my ass before Brawn. But there was never a man who had two cocks made to fit me perfectly. The second cock makes the massive intrusion of his master cock feel even bigger.

“Too big,” I squeak. “Too big!”

But it’s not too big. I can take him. I just have to give him everything. I have to surrender everything I ever thought I knew about myself and everything I thought I knew about my body.

He fucks me like he owns me. He fucks me like I am his. Not just his possession, but his actual being. When I am with Brawn, I am swept up and included with him. The roughness of his body, the power of it, the fangs and the ridged plates… they are all designed to keep other beings at bay. But somehow, I have slipped beneath it all. It doesn’t keep me out. It draws me in.

He surges inside me, making both my wet, tight holes ripple with his rough intention. This is about more than pleasure. Every rutting motion, every squeal and gasp which escapes my lips is in service of our joining.