My mouth is watering as he draws the moment out, sensing my curiosity and my need. Rex has a stripper’s instinct for teasing me. But as slow as it may be, he is delivering.
“God,” I breathe as he comes into view, his pants finally getting the hell out of the way to reveal a muscular as hell ass, thick thighs which are massive slabs of muscle, and the rock hard cock I have felt pressing through his pants from time to time and now finally see.
His cock is... magnificent is the word which dominates my brain. It is not as alien as I may have feared. There are no angles or spikes. There is a thick rounded shaft, ridged here and there with the same alien textures which cover much of the rest of his body. The head of it is ridged and flared, much like the shape of the triceratops’ flared skull. It looks imposing. I am not sure how such an organ will fit inside me. Do I have that much room to stretch? Then I remember that we women have babies, which are larger still. I can do this.
“I can do this. I can do this.” I am whispering the words to myself like a sexual mantra as I stare, transfixed at that incredible alien cock.
That is a cock worthy of worship, a great royal staff rising from his body. It transfixes me. I can barely take my eyes off it, knowing that my virginity is going to be ripped from me with that massive organ.
From the moment we met, he has been engaged in dominant seduction.
“How does this compare to the manhoods of your previous mates?”
“I never had a previous mate.”
He looks surprised. “You are extremely beautiful. Were you sequestered on your world? Were males not allowed access to you?”
“I sequestered myself, maybe? Men are assholes. I never found one I wanted to date, much less…” I shrug. “Most of them thought I was a bitch.”
He snorts. “Your fiery temper is one of your many fine attributes, Kristine. If weak males were intimidated, it is because they knew their seed was not worthy of you. You were made to be taken by someone stronger. You were made for me.”
Rex speaks with utter carnal conviction. He makes me feel like the center of his universe in speech, act, and erection. His cock is still absolutely turgid with desire for me. I can see it throb as he turns to the side, giving me one hell of a view of his ass. The way his lower back is made, and how it turns into the hard swell of his cheeks is a work of fucking art.
I am too busy watching him to notice what he is doing, until he bends down and opens the exposition chest. I am momentarily confused as he pulls a set of ropes out from the interior of the thing.
“I thought that was a magic talking chest…”
“Sometimes it is. Other times, it’s just a chest,” he says, flexing brown rope between his hands.
“What is that for?” I am referring to the rope.
He approaches me with that broad, dangerous alien smile, the sharp tips of his teeth exposed in a feral kind of grin. I don’t know whether to look at his handsome face, his massive cock, or the rope which is now being draped lightly across my bare belly in a gentle kind of caress.
“I’m going to tie you,” he tells me in gentle tones which do very little to stop me from feeling very much afraid. “I will take your virginity while you are bound. You will give your innocence to me while under the most complete control any female can experience.”
There’s something different about him. Something that scares and excites me at the same time. I asked for this, though I didn’t know this was what I was asking for. He starts to tie me up, moving me in a practiced manner, letting me feel the soft yet rough rasping touch of the rope as it winds about every bit of me. I never understood the point of bondage until this moment. I thought it would be just plain uncomfortable. I didn’t know how it felt to have the firm restriction of rope keeping me still, opening me up, serving me to my royal master.
“Why ropes?” I ask him because I want to know what his reason is. I can feel my response running through my veins, but what does this do for him? I am already much smaller and weaker than he is. He doesn’t need to tie me up to keep me where I am. These ropes are for me. Not for him.
“They keep you positioned as I want you positioned.”
“But…”
“The ropes absolve you of the burden of choosing where you put your limbs. When you are with me, you are mine. I decide how I take you. I put you where I want you, and you will take me…”