Monster King (Royal Aliens 5)

I can taste little traces of his nectar, encouragements to keep sucking, take him even deeper inside my mouth. His larger cock is resting against my forehead, rubbing lightly against me every time I dive down on his dick, working him for more of his prime dessert.

This might be the most shameful thing I have ever done, but I don’t care. When you’re running on instinct and the animal has taken over, concepts like shame don't really have a place. All I need to do is suck his cock and feed myself, and that is precisely what I do. My lips and tongue work him with more oral eagerness than I have ever felt before.

I hear him grunt and growl. I see and feel the muscles of his abdomen flexing, and rippling. It is one of the hottest things I have ever seen, like a floor show, but the sexy green stripper’s cock is in my mouth.

I am devouring him. I am desperate for him, on my knees, supplicating myself to him in the hopes of fresh sustenance. He encourages me, stroking my hair and caressing my cheek, lifting his hips toward me just enough to suggest I take him deeper without forcing it. There is an almost sweet interplay here, a sensitivity he is showing me that human men rarely have.

Finally, as my jaw starts to ache and my exertions start to become truly desperate, I am rewarded with a hot release of his seed flowing from his cock, coating my tongue, and sliding down my eager throat.

My god, I am in heaven. I could drink this all day. I could bathe in it. I could wear it as perfume and never tire of the scent. I do not know if I am full, but I know that my entire body feels fuzzy and elated.

I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, and then lick the back of my hand in case any of the delicious seed was caught there. I know that I have managed to fall from grace in spectacular fashion, and that it has taken a matter of hours to see me on my knees worshipping this alien king in one of the most intimate ways possible. I don't care.

“Was that good?” He asks the question, tenderly stroking tendrils of hair away from my face.

“Mnggh yes, it was,” I say, flushed with happiness and embarrassment all rolled up together.

“I like nourishing you, human,” he purrs. “I like the way your cheeks flush and your eyes gleam. I like the scent which rises from you.”

This is like having a meal and then having the plant who provided the meal tell you how sexy you are while also being super hot. It’s weird. But he is an alien and I am traveling through outer space and I have to accept that things will be weird from time to time.

“Was that sexual for you?”

“Was having a hot, wet human mouth wrapped around my carnal appendage suckling my essence into her belly sexual? Yes, I believe by most definitions it was sexual.”

I feel my face glowing red hot with embarrassment. I don’t know why. He invited me to do it, and I am nourished for having done it, but there is such a relationship of dependence forming between him and me. Not only am I captive on his ship, but I am pleasuring him in return for food. There is a word for that on my world, and a criminal statute for it too.

Suddenly, there’s a need to take my power back. At least a little of it. I can’t change what’s happening now, how hungry I am for him, or how I must pleasure him in order to eat. But I can make a witty observation.

“You know this makes you a cow, kind of, right?”

He raises a brow, and then he lifts me up from the ground, turns me over his monstrous, naked thighs, and I feel his twin appendages pressing into my hip as he starts to spank me, hard slaps falling on my leotard-covered ass.

“I will not tolerate your impudence,” he lectures me. “Your sass has no place here, Ariel. You will thank me for my come, and you will be grateful for it.”

I’ve never been punished so swiftly or so effectively for being a smart ass. Almost immediately my ass is burning up again, still tender from the first time he tried to show me my place. Every time his hand falls it is as though all the thin lines left by the cane are reactivated, burning anew. Apparently, the lesson didn’t take.

“Ow! Fuck! Okay! I’m sorry! Thanks for your essence or whatever!”

“Or whatever?”

His hand whips down again, and this time it does not simply find my ass. This time it slips between, his fingers swiping along the cleft of my rear in a swift slap which makes parts of me I don’t even usually think about having sting like hell.