The Alien King’s Prey (Royal Aliens 1)

“No!” Iris reached for the nearest thing to hand, which happened to be a small wooden bust of a woman who had been declared a saint. Saint Gertrude of Tisspoon was surprisingly heavy, and made quite a satisfying THUNK when she bounced off the king’s head.

However, Gertrude’s statue did nothing to stop the dangerous, leering monarch from advancing on her with a predatory gaze which made her heart thunder in her chest and ears, blocking out the rest of the sounds of the world.

He grabbed her wrist and flung her down on the bed, a soft landing after a rough capture. Face down, Iris had less than a second to consider her predicament before a massive clawed hand, fully extended, tore the back of her dress from her body in a single snatching motion, baring her back and buttocks to the monarch’s gaze.

“How lovely,” he growled. “You look as pure naked as you do clothed.”

Now it all made sense. ’Seduce’ meant ‘take by force’ when it came from the king’s lips.

Chapter 11

Trapped in his grasp, Iris’ skin was rising in those little bumps humans were known for, an attempt of an ancient system for raising the fur they’d once had all over their bodies to either hold heat or look larger than they actually were.

Archon looked at his captive, and liked what he saw. There was a soft and pleasant fullness to her hips and thighs, a kind of vulnerability she was obviously loathe to show.

He liked that he had uncovered a view which many had desired, but none had gained. There was a hallowed nature to the moment, a kind of rare preciousness which made him pause.

At first, Archon had planned to fuck her and send her on her way. It had not been a particularly satisfying hunt. He had been forced to track her from tavern to tavern and hear the most egregious nonsense pouring out of common faces in her wake. He had discovered that Naxus was right. This little troublemaker was all too close to starting a real rebellion which would sweep the entire world and require a great deal of troops, time, and resources to quell. There would be deaths. Real deaths, and many of them if she was not taught a thorough lesson.

“You’ve led me on a merry little chase, human, but it has come to an end now, and the bounty must be paid. I am told you have caused great damage with your actions, stirring up these peasants against those who are richer than they are. That’s a high crime in any realm.”

“Stop calling me human,” she snarled into the bedding. “My name is Iris. I am the daughter of the chief you killed.”

“How poetic,” the king smirked. “Your father defied my will, broke my law, and caused me to come all the way to this pathetic little corner of my kingdom. Now you carry on his work, even at the risk of your own virtue.”

“You want to fuck me, fuck me,” she hissed. “You can do what you want to my body. It’s too late for you to stop what I started. I don’t care what happens to me.”

She clearly meant every single word. Again, her bravery astounded Archon. It would have been easy to yank her thighs apart and sink himself inside her. Face down, she was completely vulnerable.

But he found himself not wanting to force himself on her. He found himself wanting to do something far more devious. It would mean nothing if he simply took her. It would mean everything if he convinced her to give herself to him.

Instead of plunging his erect cock into her tight sex, Archon instead put his mouth between her thighs, his palms on the cheeks of her ass, and his tongue against that elusive slit of hers. She made a pleasing sound, wriggling her sex against his mouth, delighting him with the delicately scented juices of arousal her body produced at his touch.

“I hate you,” she growled into the bedding.

He responded by flickering his tongue against the little bud hiding at the apex of her inner lips, and reveled in the moan she released against her will. This human was attracted to him. He was certain of it.

“I’m going to do so much more than stab you. Next time I’m going to take your fucking head…oooooh!”

That was the sound of his tongue penetrating her pussy, her angry squirming only serving to stimulate them both.

He tongue fucked her slowly, letting her curse and squirm. The closer she got to orgasm, the more she swore, until there was nothing but a string of profanities issuing from her lips, along with moans and grunts.

She came, shaking and shuddering, but Archon did not stop. He was not interested in one petty orgasm. He wanted to make her have a whole set of them, over and over. So he returned his tongue to that sensitive clit of hers, flicking it lightly as she wailed for clemency.