Wild King (Alien Beast Kings 2)
At the height of his pleasure, and my domination, Equs pulls out of my ass and fists his cock, pumping it over my ass with a few short, rough strokes until his come streams out all over my punished skin.
Jesus fucking christ, this dude knows how to make a point. I am left soaked in his seed, with my butt burning and my pride absolutely demolished.
“Put her in the wagon,” he says, grabbing me up and handing me over to Vulpes, still completely soaked and used and punished. “And tie her to it. She escapes again, it will be on your heads.”
Vulpes grabs me by the arms, probably the only part of me that isn’t covered in sweat or come, or intimately belonging to the king. Wait a minute. When the hell did Vulpes get here? How many…
I look around, and there’s a good three hundred warriors or more watching me. I’ve become an object to be displayed, a manifestation of the king’s power. But this still isn’t about me. This is about the Eponites, who have humiliated him far more deeply than he could ever humiliate me.
“It will be done as you command,” Vulpes says, lifting me up as if I’m some kind of royal mannequin to be moved about at their will. Equs is already turning around to leave, just walking the fuck away from me and the wagon and Vulpes.
“Wait. Where are you going!?” I call out to Equs, my voice hoarse from the screaming I swore I wasn't going to do.
He looks over his shoulder, his mane flowing in the wind. “To kill some Eponites.”
“Take me with you!”
I cry the words at him, but he’s not listening. He is consulting with the warriors he brought with him. He’s going to send me back, punished, and sore and alone. So unfair, when all I want to do is be by his side while we seek vengeance against those who wronged us. Doesn’t he understand I was born for this? My family has been killing, well, everything, since forever ago.
“Let me go, Vulpes.” I turn my attention to the guy least likely to ever do what I want. I try to give the command in a strong and haughty voice in an effort to force him to obey me. I’m technically a queen, right? More or less. It’s about time someone did what I told them to do.
“Absolutely not,” he growls. “And that’s the last time I dignify that craziness with an answer. You’re going back to the city…”
Like fuck I am.
I start kicking and squirming and fighting as Vulpes drags me into the back of the wagon they’ve driven in their wake just to reclaim me, probably, judging by the way it has prison bars all over it. I make so much of a fuss that it bothers the horses, making getting me on there even harder.
“STOP. IT.”
Equs is back, standing over me, thundering the words in an absolutely furious voice. He is so loud and so dominant that both I and the jigging horses stop dead.
“I have chased you one too many times,” he growls down at me. “You seem to lack the biological ability to be obedient in any sense. There is not a submissive or sensible bone in your body. But I love you and I will not allow harm to come to you.”
“Unless the wagon is attacked on the way back. The Eponites come from the hills without warning. Splitting up now is stupid and dangerous. What’s even more stupid and dangerous is sending one of your best warriors away to babysit one of your best riders away right on the verge of fighting these assholes.”
He sighs. Deeply. And then I get my fucking way.
“Wipe yourself down and get dressed. Vulpes, find her another weapon. I broke her bow when I pulled her off the horse.”
Fuck. Yes.
* * *
Equs
The problem is, Blaire is right. I can’t send her back to the city alone, and I can no longer guarantee safety there either. The tracks of the Eponite cart wheels lead in the only direction which could possibly provide resolution. She’s also right that the Eponites must be punished. Blaire has a talent for driving me to furious distraction, but even taking her disobedient ass has not removed the need for war.
I do not want to kill anyone, but an attack on the city cannot go without retaliation. The Eponites will face a reckoning tonight. I am being forced to do the last thing I ever wanted to do. Tonight I will kill.
We ride in the direction they fled. We ride hard and fast, full of fury. Blaire is beside me on her own mount, keeping pace with me easily. I look over at her, wondering how she feels riding with that sore ass. Then I see she’s out of the saddle, balanced on the stirrups. It’s not even difficult for her. I feel a sudden wave of admiration, pride, and love. Yes, I just punished her in the most shameful way, but that has done nothing to bow her spirit. She is too strong to be broken, and I love her all the more for it.