Her pussy was so fucking wet she was slicking his cock and helping him fuck her ass even more smoothly. Her body was betraying her, aiding and abetting the king whose anal ravagement did not abate until his come flowed inside her bowels, leaving her dripping his seed.
She was exhausted from the fear of flight, and the rough handling of the most tender parts of her body. She would be dripping semen from that tight hole for a long time, reminded by the inexorable scent clinging to her that there was no part of her body he would not claim.
7 The Burger Bribe
Dominax landed, his wings wrapped around her nearly insensate body.
“That’s the key to handling you, isn’t it, human,” he murmured. “I need to wear you out. I need to fuck you into happy obedience.”
She mumbled something that was probably rude, but they were both so sated he didn’t mind. Katie was the most interesting, challenging pet he had owned in a very long time.
Pets were usually a brief sexual distraction, something like a concubine. Dominax had never taken a true mate. He preferred for his sexual partners to be temporary. He had never understood the urge to keep a female around for an entire lifetime. But she made everything different. She had, from the very first moment he saw her.
He did not want to entertain such thoughts. They were not only foreign, but futile. The king of Homeworld could not have a long-term lover. He had to focus his full attention on ruling his subjects, many of whom were clamoring for various kingly services.
He laid Katie down on the bed, covered her gently with a blanket, and whispered that he would be back soon.
Due to limitations associated with difficulties seeing through walls he did not notice the way her eyes flung open the moment he closed the door behind him.
“Fucking asshole,” she swore ironically at Dominax in his absence. The sex had left her aching in the aftermath of rough orgasm, but it was his words which still echoed in her head. Her purpose, as far as the king was concerned, was to be his fuck-toy.
That was not the future she had in mind for herself. Hot sex was one thing, but being limited to being nothing more than a servant for fucking was something else. There was no hope of true romance with Dominax. There was just having every orifice on her body reamed for his amusement.
Her stomach growled, providing inspiration.
The magic burger hole. No amount of incredible, punishing, sky sex could distract her from that.
She was up and at that thing the second Dominax was gone, reaching through into an abyss of alien science to pull out… a cheeseburger with extra pickles.
“My god," she murmured to herself. “This is it. This is how I escape.”
Obviously crawling into the magic burger slot was not an option. She would be macerated by time and space and end up on Earth as some gooey meat paste, probably. But as anybody who has ever worked in retail knows, burgers are power.
She also needed a bath. Dominax’s seed clung to her inner thighs, spilling from her every time she moved. He must have pumped endless amounts into her in the attempt to impregnate her with his winged spawn.
Katie had not planned on being a mother for a while yet. She’d wanted to finish college, get a job she didn’t really like as much as she liked the idea of it, marry someone who she pretended didn’t remind her of her father, then not return to it when she had her first kid, as was tradition.
This was wrong. Dominax hadn’t offered to marry her, and he didn’t remind her even a little of her father. Her father was a bland little man with an intense interest in scotch and dog racing, who had barely noticed he had a daughter, and didn’t seem to notice at all when she’d left home at twelve years of age to stay with some friends whose parents were never home anyway, but paid to keep the power on.
She hadn’t thought about her father in years. Weird how being confronted with the possibility of motherhood made her think about family. Her mother would probably be the only one who believed what was actually happening to her, but she wouldn’t be of any help.
Katie ate the burger and had a bath. The king’s chamber was at least somewhat well-appointed for survival. There was water, and a commode, and of course, that magical burger drawer. If she couldn’t escape with burgers at her disposal, she wasn’t worth a damn thing.
Then she crept to the big doors, the ones which were guarded, and opened one a little.
“You’re not allowed to leave,” someone big and bearded growled at her.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Was just wondering if you were hungry. I have this burger, and I don’t think I can finish it.”