Monster King (Royal Aliens 5)

“Ohhh… oh my… Brawnnnn!”

I cry his name as he enters me, and I feel complete again. Both holes are spread for him, his cocks providing lubrication even as they enter me, making the tightness of my sphincter give way for him. He has trained my body to take him. My pussy is not the only target of his lust, and his love. My ass is just as much his, and he makes sure to claim both.

There is a stinging tightness but it is quickly eased by the pleasure and the tingling of his juices performing their chemical interactions inside me. I have no idea if this is safer than sucking down his come, but right now I don’t care. Time will tell if I relapse into him.

His passionate grunts and growls further ignite my desire. He is mine. I am his. We are so perfectly and completely connected.

Brawn fucks me thoroughly in front of the captive scythkin captain. He makes an example of me, his twin cocks spreading me in the most satisfying way. I writhe against him, my physical form absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure unlike any other. When Brawn and I meet in the flesh, carnal magic happens. I grip the rough texture of his shoulder plates and throw my head back, my hair cascading behind me as I grind myself back against him, every grinding motion of my hips sinking my ass and my pussy down on the two hot, hard rods pulsing inside me until he explodes inside me with a shivering, growling, grunting orgasm which leaves me soaking and dripping his seed from my ass and pussy.

“Are you okay?” He holds me close and searches my face for signs of, I don’t even know what. Is he worried he has hurt me? Or that his seed, now dripping down my inner thighs, has had some detrimental effect?

“I am so, so good,” I tell him, holding onto him, latched onto him like a fuck monkey. I don’t think I’ll ever let him go.

“I’m also fine,” Zenith says, his voice tight with a tension which suggests he might not actually be fine, but he is not my problem.

“I’m going to take my mate now. Do not fear, scythkin. No harm will come to her again. I have done my research, and now I have your vessel and the human food replicator technology, she will never go hungry again. You have my word on that.”

Zenith shrugs. “Very well, King Brawn. We have both massed our forces, and unleashing them on one another now seems pointless. Your human is not happy in captivity, and I do not believe she would be a good candidate for the IHPZ. They require a certain… civility.”

“Go in peace,” Brawn says, removing his inter-dimensional tendrils from the walls and door. “I am not glad for your attack, but you did my mate a service, and for that I will allow you to live.”

“So kind,” Zenith replies, with no small amount of sarcasm. He doesn’t take long to exit, however. He’s gone within seconds, beating what we in the business call, a quick retreat.

“Why didn’t you kill him?”

Brawn gives a little shrug. “He wanted the best for you. I will never harm any creature who holds your best interests at heart. And he did not make the mistake of touching you. He respected my claim, and your right to choose your mate.”

“I guess. I did have to escape while threatening to blow his whole ship up, though.”

“Nothing is easy, is it?”

“It’s really not.”

He smiles and wraps me tight in his arms. “It is time to go. There is a whole world waiting for you, my love.”

Gotta Go Home

I’m going home for the first time.

I’m going home having chosen my mate, and with my mate having chosen me.

I’m going home happy.

The navigators on King Brawn’s ship are telling him that we will soon be in orbit around what they respectfully and affectionately call Mother. I think humans might have called our world something similar before we decided to refer to it with a word synonymous with dirt.

I have been glued to the bridge window for hours now, my eyes locked on the little dot in the distance, one little bright light among a bath of stars. I know we are moving at an astonishing rate, but it feels so slow.

“It will not be much longer,” Brawn says, his hand on my shoulder. “But it won’t be any quicker if you keep watching it.”

“It won’t make it any slower either.”

“True.”

“I want to be the first to see it for the first time.”

He laughs, but that doesn’t stop me from standing and staring. At any moment I’m going to catch sight of the world that will become mine. A world where there are no warrants out for my arrest. A world where I will be the beloved lover of the king forever and ever and ever.