Raptor King (Alien Beast Kings 1)

Isn’t he generous. Absolving me of the burden of what to do with my body. Internally, I have to admit that it is actually a favor. I wouldn’t know what to do if left to my own devices, my awkward virgin side making me uncertain. How do you present yourself for sex? Is it a sort of starfish pose? Or is that wrong?

Right now there are thick hemp ropes passing over my shoulders, down my back and then up between my legs, pressing against the very parts of my body I would expect him to want to access. I don’t question him because he’s the one who knows what he’s doing, given as he has many years of experience with his harem.

“Are they too tight?” He murmurs the question more to himself than to me. Then he runs his hand beneath the looser parts and makes a satisfied sound. “No. Perfect. Enough for you to wriggle where you need to.”

I have no idea what he is doing, but it is obvious to me that he does not have the appetites of a normal man — and why should he? He is not a man. He is an alien king who is claiming me as I have requested I should be claimed. I surrender to what comes next, relaxing into the bonds which now wrap around my wrists. He snugs them firmly in place, and then raises my hands above my head until I am stretched out on the bed, the process repeated with each ankle, though they are spread to the edges. My thighs are parted, my sex on display, my breasts wrapped in a rope brassiere which keeps them raised and erect, my nipples pointed to the heavens.

“Beautiful,” he says when he is done. He stands back and looks down at me, his cock throbbing ever harder and larger as he looks down at me with those dense, dark eyes. I will never be able to read him the way I would be able to read a human man. There is always some part of him that is hidden from me. But what is important is on display, the lust and the need which can only be sated by my body.

I used to think I was unattractive. I thought I was too curvy. I thought I was badly shaped. I thought my skin was too dry, too patchy. I thought I had pimples. I thought… I just thought far too much. I don’t think with Rex looming over me. I feel.

He bends and puts his mouth to my sex, just as he did in the first hours we met. He caresses and massages and tastes me, letting me adjust to being tied as he helps my nervous virginal desire flower into full need. He laps his tongue so agilely against my lower lips and folds, teasing my clit from its hidden hood and bringing it into prominence.

If I could move more than the ropes and bonds allow, I would be writhing all over the bed. I want him so badly. He has kept me on the verge of this moment for what feels like an almost cruel length of time. I whimper and I wriggle, and I start to beg.

“Please…”

“Please what, my pretty human subject?” There is a possessive, royal growl to his tone. I can hear him becoming throaty and animal, and I know he is holding himself back from simply ravaging me. There is an energy in the air, an intense desire which threatens to overwhelm the both of us. In this moment, I am seeing more of Rex than I ever have before, and I am feeling more of him too.

I used to think that sex had to follow getting to know somebody. As a virgin, I never understood you can’t really know the core of someone until you are naked with them, sensing them with all the primal mechanisms hiding deep in the animal brain.

“I will be gentle with you this time. I will not demand your immediate obedience, but in the future, when I speak to you and ask a question of you, you will answer immediately with words, and not with whimpering, do you understand?”

“Yes….” I hiss the word because he has begun to stroke the length of his cock over my wet pussy. He is so fucking close to being inside me. I am inches away from being defiled and claimed by this alien king. My every heartbeat and every breath is consumed with that fact. I am in a state of such pure desire and absolute need that when he finally drags the head of his cock down to the tight little entrance of my pussy, I let out a moan of relief.

“Pleeeease…” I am so incredibly polite as he splits me open, his thick alien cock made on a larger scale than human manhood could ever be. There is some pain. It spikes and shoots and then settles into the warm liquid heat which is suffusing my entire experience.