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Rex
Fuck. Yes. The immediate heat of the human’s tight hole almost makes me forget why I thrust myself into her disobedient little body in the first place.
“Does it hurt?”
“Mnghhh. Yes!” She wails the answer.
“Good.”
I want her pussy to be sore. I want her ass to ache. I want her to remember the price she paid for disobeying me as we put on a show together like none have ever seen before. The first time we were together, a mere day ago, I was careful. I did not yet know the limits and capacities of her body. Now I know she is tougher than she looks.
She grips and grasps just as eagerly as she did the first time, taking her punishment fucking like the good girl she isn’t. I still don’t know what she did to be sent to this world, but I am more certain than ever that whatever it was, she deserves to be here. She is disobedient. She is headstrong. She does not respect rules or laws. And if she does not do as I tell her, a king in her very presence, I do not believe she ever followed the laws of her human world either.
A reddened ass makes for a very wet human, I have discovered. The more I spank her, the wetter she gets, and the more she becomes an active participant in her own punishment. As she grinds herself back on my cock, it would be easy to forget that she disobeyed me.
Does she know what she is doing? Has she transformed so quickly from bound virgin to seductress? I would not put anything past her. There is a wicked intelligence to this human woman, who takes all my darkest royal impulses and folds them into her being.
I fuck her with long, hard strokes. I make her scream for me, and I feel her come around my cock. She is shaking and wriggling, gasping and thrusting herself back on me as much as she can. But I have no intention of letting her get away with disobedience, and we are not done because she had a pretty little orgasm.
I keep thrusting, fuck her through that climax, and take her to another one. Her cries become rougher and more ragged as I rub her clit and force a second orgasm. A third is coming. Her pussy is soaked and very puffy, but I am still not done. I have an almost insatiable sexual hunger, and I am not ready to let her off my cock yet.
Her voice is hoarse with shrieked orgasms long before I am ready to spend my seed. This time it is not going over her pussy. This time I pull her up and push my cock into her mouth, sending the hot spurts of my dominion down her throat. She swallows every drop with an eagerness which pleases me. She can be such an obedient mate when she is fucked into submission.
“I let you off easily,” I tell her, releasing her to let her slump back on the bed.
Looking at her now, I am not sure that is entirely true. She is soaked with sweat and she is shaking from the after effects of all those orgasms, a nervous overload her system was not ready for. Some aftercare is in order if real damage is not to be done. I leave her for a moment, with a firm command to stay, and return as quickly as possible.
She has not moved. Another act of obedience. Wonders will never cease.
“Drink,” I say, putting a clay vessel of water to her lips.
She obeys, perhaps demonstrating that she may have understood the lesson I was trying to teach.
“Jesus,” she breathes when she has drunk her fill. “You are really not fucking around, are you?”
“No,” I confirm, running my fingers through her hair in a gentle caress. I truly do adore this woman. I am surprised at the power of our connection. It has happened so quickly. Perhaps it is because of the strange circumstances we find ourselves in, but I have a feeling she would have absolutely obliterated my desire for a harem had I met her before. This female needs all of a male.
I hold her in my arms and let her snuggle with me and sip water, regaining her energy and her strength incredibly quickly.
“So this probably isn’t a good time,” she says.
“Kristine…”
“Listen. If you’re here with me, please let me talk to it. There’s something going on here. It called me a chaos bringer. I want to know what that means. I want to know what’s going on. Don’t you?”
I already know far too much.
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Kristine
He is looking at me with what I can only describe as disbelief. I know he just tore my ass up for talking to the thing, but I think he was really more pissed off at me not doing as he said than talking to the chest. At least, that’s my theory.