The Alien King’s Prey (Royal Aliens 1)

There was a roar of approval and general agreement. The crowd liked what it heard. Iris had her speech down to a fine art now, and it was paying off. The crowds were bigger in every village she visited, and the plinths were taller too. More like pedestals, really.

Every time she gave a speech, she became that little bit more famous. She had splashed out on a dedicated hitch-wagon of her very own to allow her to travel from village to village, and artists to paint her in the middle of her speeches, so that the images could be spread far and wide.

“LIAR!”

The accusation came from deep in the crowd. She was used to heckling. Audiences always seemed to contain at least one person who had apparently come for no other reason than to argue with her. Today the heckler was loud and booming.

Iris smirked. “I am not lying. I have the blood of the tyrant king on my blade.”

“YOU'VE HAD HIS BLADE IN YOUR CUNT, MORE LIKE IT!”

She blushed furiously and stammered, momentarily lost for words. People didn’t usually heckle her that way. The night with Archon was a secret between two souls. Hers, and Archons. She hadn’t told anyone so…

Bugger.

“YOU!” She shouted down into the depths of the crowd. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him. Better to call him out than be called out by him.

“ME!” He replied with a booming laugh, throwing off his hood and standing erect at his full height, which put him a good three feet above everybody else present.

“This is the tyrant king!” She declared, in case the massive height, scales, and weird eyes hadn’t given it away for everybody immediately. “Get him! Slay him!”

Before the crowd could form a mob to slay him as she suggested, Archon stormed up on the stage, grabbed her by the arm, and proceeded to thrash her in front of all those who had come to hear her speak about rebelling against him. It was all very quick, painful, and embarrassing. Iris was too slow to stop him, and too weak to flee.

His royal palm met the seat of her pants a dozen times in quick succession, one massive hand on the back of her neck, curling nearly all the way around. Iris wailed and squealed, unable to return to her talking points now that her pants were in shreds and her ass was being displayed to all and sundry, reddening with every subsequent slap. The pain was intense, but the shame was much more so.

The same people who had stared at her with adoration now stared in shocked amusement. There was no crowd anywhere in the galaxy who didn’t enjoy the sight of a reckless young woman being very soundly spanked by a muscular king.

It was bad enough that he was thrashing her, but then he ripped her pants off her, turning the leather to shreds with no effort at all, and exposing her to the whole world.

“Let me go! People are here to hear me speak!”

“People are here to watch you cause trouble. And now they’re watching you get into trouble,” Archon growled in her ear, slapping her bare ass with sharp, wicked slaps which sent blazing fire right through her. “Couldn’t be a good girl, could you? Now I’m going to have to show all these nice people in public what I did to you in private.”

“Archon!” She gasped his name, but it was too late to try to appeal to his mercy. She had agitated the king past the point of his considering any kind of mercy. She had shamed him before ever larger crowds, and now he was returning the favor.

This time there was no seduction. No foreplay. Nothing but punishment fucking. He spread her thighs wide with his massive hands and turned her away from him so she was facing the crowd she had been enthralling with her words of rebellion, spreading her for them so they could see her intimate parts spread for them. Her outer lips spread, revealing the slick pink slit and the little dark hole he was going to absolutely ravage.

“This is what happens to those who rebel!” Archon declared for the benefit of the crowd.

Archon lifted Iris high and brought her down on his cock, impaling her in one powerful stroke. She screamed out as she was spread open, her body struggling to take him at first, until her natural lubricant made her wet enough to slide up and down his cock with ease.

This was cruelty in so many different ways. He used her like a toy, her flushed face displayed to the crowd along with her reddened ass and her stretched pussy.

From agitator heroine to drooling sex toy, Iris felt the king surging inside her over and over, every stroke destroying the rebellion she had worked so hard to build. Her breasts bounced, her ass grinding back against him as he drew her up and down with dramatic thrusts, making the most of her burning, stinging ass.