Monster King (Royal Aliens 5)

“I have you…”

The scythkin captain doesn’t have a chance. Brawn explodes.

Not literally, but sort of figuratively. All of a sudden, green tendrils emerge from him and spread over the room, blocking off all the doors and exit points, and cocooning the three of us in this tight interior space.

“Foolish move, plant beast,” Zenith growls. “I could cut my way out of this in seconds.”

“There are some substances your blades are useless against. These tendrils are not made of physical matter. They are made from my desire to protect and possess this human. You could not break them if you cut at them for a thousand years.”

Zenith then treats us to the somewhat comical sight of him proceeding to do just that. He extends every blade on his massive body and flails around like a broken sentient blender, failing to cut through anything with an impressive lack of alacrity. Finally, he stops, a look of deeply amusing confusion on his face.

“What benefit is it for you to imprison me here with you?”

“I want you to watch, scythkin. I want you to see the passion which exists between me and my human.”

“You want to put on a sex show.”

“You do?” I am confused too, but I think I know what is happening. Brawn is reclaiming his domain. When Zenith attacked and stole me away, Brawn was emasculated. He thought I was gone. He probably thought the scythkin would ravage me. “You know they didn’t touch me that way, right? Sexually.”

“They didn’t?”

“We did not,” Zenith replies. “We did not take her to use her sexually. We took her because she looked sick when she appeared on screen, and we doubted your ability to care for her. We were right in that regard. The second she was removed from the source of her addiction, she became gravely ill. You almost killed her.”

“She has made that point.”

“But you have not atoned, Brawn. You have not paid any price, perhaps besides some ship repairs. And now you come for her, because you believe you are entitled…”

“Because I LOVE HER,” Brawn growls. “I love her more than I have ever loved anything, from the moment I saw her on that broken pier, I knew she was mine. She was rude, and she was dismissive, and she refused orders, and she was broken, and she was perfect.”

I stare, drinking his words in. I want to remember this moment forever. I want to remember his declaration for me, because it has not come easily, and it may not come easily again.

“I was perfect? You punished me…”

“I thrashed you because you needed it, not because you were bad. Because I thought that was something I could do for you, a service rendered in return for all you had done for me in those moments where I hovered on the precipice of destruction. And then I found you liked my seed, and that was even easier to provide. It seemed to calm you and make you happy. The sharp edge of misery in your voice and eyes was gone. And now I find I was poisoning you, addicting you to a substance you could not survive. I cannot tell you my shame and horror.”

“You don't need shame or horror. You just need to love me. And tell me that you love me. And let that do the work.”

He wraps me in his arms and kisses me deeply. In that kiss, I lose myself. I forget everything that happened before this moment, and I forget that anything will ever happen after this. This moment is perfection and connection.

And that’s where the sexual magic happens. I melt against him, giving myself to him with that same instinct I gave myself to him when we first met. He lifts me up and my legs spread around him. I was naked beneath the scythkin suit, so there is no issue with access, no silly human garments to get in the way of his two thrusting cocks which are growing against me, feeling even larger than they did the first time they were inside me.

“I missed you, Ariel,” he growls against my mouth, the thick dark curtain of his hair cutting the rest of the universe out. I look into the golden glow of his slitted gaze, and I feel myself falling for him all over again. How is it that I can need anybody this much? Every part of my body craves him. Needs him. I am addicted to him all over again in this moment.

I arch my hips and grind against him, offering myself to him. I need him. I need his cocks. I need to be fucked. I need to be claimed. I need to be reunited.

There are so many needs and they can all be fulfilled by him inside me. I feel the heads of his cocks lining up with the slick entrance to my interior. I don’t think I have ever had him without having first tasted his seed and sunk into the sexual stupor which comes with it. I am biting my lower lip as I feel his big palms reaching across my cheeks, knowing that the moment of truth is coming.