I have used the freedom he has given me to fuck myself right over.
“On your knees.”
I sink to my knees, which is not easy while trying to make sure the root plug doesn’t go anywhere. He watches me with that merciless gaze, not offering to help. He lets me struggle down into place, his only contribution to reach out and tug the vest which covers my breasts open, letting them swing free into the primal breeze.
Before I can object, he puts both big hands on the back of my head, pushes his erect cock between my lips and fills my mouth. I must hold the root in my ass as he slides his cock over my tongue.
“You are mine,” he reminds me, thrusting the head of his thick, alien cock all the way to the back of my mouth and holding it there, right at the verge of penetrating my throat. He pulls back after several seconds, allowing air to once more rush into my body.
I feel my body flooding with excited fear. Not real fear, but the kind which makes every part of me pulse with adrenaline. He is showing me his darker, more commanding side. With every day we are together, I learn a little more about him, I see more of what he is. And I sense his secrets all the more too.
He pushes his cock back inside my mouth, not so deep this time. He lets me feel him throbbing there, and he allows me to taste the vanguard of his seed smeared lightly across my all too eager tongue with every move we make.
“I’m going to fuck you with that root still in your ass,” he tells me. “You are going to stretch for me and sting for me. You are going to feel my authority burning through you, and you will remember this next time you consider being mouthy.”
I cannot do anything more than make vague mumbling full sounds around his cock. That’s fine by him. He doesn’t want to hear from me. He wants to feel me. He wants to use me. He pushes all the way to the back of my throat again, another carnal warning.
I can taste his seed rising, the hot drips of it coating my tongue with ever more richness. He is almost close to coming, I can tell. His jaw always sets hard and his eyes narrow when he is going to spend his seed all over me. He breathes more harshly, and his entire demeanor grows hard and demanding.
But Rex has no intention of being satisfied with my mouth. He pulls out of it, uses his grasp to pull my head down to the ground before him. I am kneeling before him, sexually prostrate. My ass is high in the air, still occupied by the root which is providing a steady heat to the interior of my darkest personal cavern.
“Stay,” he commands.
I do as I am told. He walks around me slowly, his cock fisted in his big blue alien hand. I lose sight of him, but I gain feeling as he spreads his hand across my upturned ass and lands a hard slap across it.
He keeps me in that position for longer than makes sense unless he is keeping me on display for his gaze, showing my ass stretched around the root, and my puffy, tormented sex begging to be filled.
Finally, without warning, his cock surges inside my soaked pussy, thrusting deeper and deeper, making me feel tighter than I ever have. With my ass stretched around the root, I am more full than I have ever been. Rex has transformed me into a wet, writhing mess, squirming in the rich dirt of this alien planet, my breasts rubbing against the ground with every punishing thrust the king decides I deserve.
He’s so fucking hot. I love the way he will do anything to dominate me, ruthlessly subduing me with each and every thrust. Rex understands me, and when I fail to understand him, he shows me exactly who and what he is. A dominator. A ruler. One who will always be obeyed at any cost and any price.
I come hard, screaming my pleasure to all the world. The saurian species are the only ones here to hear us, and they will hear it all. My curses, my grunts, my moans, my animal desire and my total sexual subjugation.
Six
“This is going to be dangerous,” Rex warns me. “I need you to understand that, and not do anything so stupid again.”
“I mean, that’s a pretty dark way of looking at life,” I say. “We’ve made it this far, haven’t we? There’s no reason we shouldn’t make it.”
“Except for having left the safety of our fortifications.”
“You scared?”
“You should be scared," he replies. “Being scared is the body’s natural response to being in a world full of predatory creatures.”