Raptor King (Alien Beast Kings 1)

“What is that?”

“Ah, that is my exposition chest.”

“What is an exposition chest?”

“It holds exposition. You must never open it. It contains powers beyond your imagination, and mine.” He speaks with a serious weight to his voice.

“Oh. Okay.”

I don’t really understand what he just said, and that makes me more curious than ever.

He has removed his tunic… and what is emerging beneath it is a sight more… Jesus fuck, I can barely think. He is muscle upon muscle, a rippling god presenting himself to me. His skin is the same green and blue teal, marked here and there with what look like ridges and scales, but more vestigial than current. He is scarred here and there. When he turns around in a slow circle, I see a particularly deep one on his back. It looks nasty. Very bad things have happened to this great big alien. I can only imagine what I would look like if any of them happened to me.

“This is my body,” he says. “I share it with you, in the hopes you will share yours with me.”

How can I resist that invitation? It is gentlemanly and flattering.

“Why do you hesitate?”

“I’m worried you won't like what you see.”

“I like the suggestion of what I see. I like the fullness of your body, and the curves which are so foreign to mine. I feel a great attraction to you, Kristine. I feel as though you are perhaps the most fated of my mates.”

“The only of your mates,” I mumble. He doesn’t seem to hear me. I could say it again louder, but instead I let him peel the sweaty outer layer of my clothing away from my body, over my head. He lets out a sigh when he sees what lies beneath. He seems enchanted by my body, but even more entranced by my bra.

“This garment holds your breasts,” he says. “Your mammary glands are large and greatly engorged. Have you been feeding young?”

“No. This is just how they are.”

“All the time?”

“All the time,” I confirm.

He makes a sound of surprise, and attempts to remove it.

“Wait,” I say, before he ruins the only piece of lingerie I’m ever going to have access to in this world. “It has snaps at the back. Be careful. I need this.”

“Ah, a mechanical mechanism,” he says, still very much full of wonder. “How ingenious your species must be.”

I let my bra fall free, and his eyes widen to two dark portals of pure desire. He reaches for me and cups my breasts. They are too large for most men to hold, but in his massive alien hands they are a perfect handful.

"You are so incredibly soft,” he murmurs. “Every part of you is beautiful.”

He hasn’t seen what’s in my pants yet. I hope he greets that part of me with the same enthusiasm and even reverence he is displaying now. The pads of his thumbs move lightly against my skin with a gentle touch.

“Mine,” he murmurs to himself. “What beauty has been delivered to me.” He lifts his eyes to mine. "I would see you all,” he says. “Remove every garment. It is a sin to have your body covered in such a manner. You deserve to be displayed. If you were on my world, I would have had you entirely nude, oiled daily, and walked on display among my nobles as a reward.”

I guess that’s a compliment, though it suggests that I would have been nothing besides a trinket or trophy to be put on display. I do not think Rex shares my human conceptions of things like intimacy and consent. He is being gentle and careful with me, but that is because I am like a new toy he does not want to break.

I am wearing leggings on the lower part of my body. He peels them down, along with my panties, all the way to my boots, which I kick off to allow them to fall free. And just like that, I am naked before King Rex. Every curve. Every dimple. Every bit of cellulite and every blemish. I feel my face burning bright with the kind of shame this curvy girl feels when there’s nothing left to hide behind.

He goes to his knees before me and he presses my thighs apart, spacing my legs so he can see what lies between them.

* * *

Rex

Fiery red curls surround a soft slit of pure perfection. My solitary torture has proved worthwhile, if this is the reward I get for enduring it.

“You are perfect,” I tell her.

When I touch her slit, she lets out a moan and her knees almost buckle. She needs to lie down, and then I can continue my exploration of this perfect body of hers. I feel a sense of perfect possession and total domination. I am yet to dive inside her, part her flesh and make it mine in the carnal way, but there is no doubt in my mind that Kristine is mine.