His Broken Human (Alien Overlords 2)

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Jax

Maybe I should hate him. Maybe I should always have hated him. Maybe it doesn't matter. Our connection is greater than hate, and bigger than what is right. With his huge golden cock buried inside me, I am absolved of sense or rationality.

Krush surges inside me over and over, stretching me as I need to be stretched. In my journey across Megaris I faced many dangers. Not one of them came close to hurting me because there was never a moment in which he allowed them to. Even though I abandoned him for Rath, he did not want me hurt. My betrayal should have triggered him into a vicious, violent rage. It didn’t. Because he loves me. I have begun to believe those words. I have started to feel them myself.

I don’t think I could ever have fallen for him until I saw him fall from grace. Krush is a fighter, and a survivor. When they captured him, they sacrificed a great deal. He killed many of the soldiers who had turned on him. To take him alive they had to electroshock him to within an inch of his life. It was then I decided my loyalty no longer lay with Rath. It was obvious in the unfolding chaos that Rath left me to die when he and Lyric escaped. Rath did not come back to save me. Rath, and Lyric, came back to take the throne. They asked me to meet them as a means to get Krush to the right place at the right time.

My royal lover and I have both been pawns, and we have both been discarded. I crave the comfort only Krush can give me. I feel as though he and I are the only two in the city who are capable of understanding one another. Everybody else seems to see us as pieces to be moved around on the city's board.

Krush keeps me atop him until he decides to climb to his feet. Then he holds me aloft and bounces me along the length of his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. He lifts me up with incredible strength, and allows me to slide down ever so slowly, drawing out my impaling until I moan at the top of my lungs. Krush does things to me nobody else ever could.

I feel him retract the claws which always make me quiver when I feel them drag across my skin, and then I feel his middle finger rub lightly around the second aperture between my cheeks, using the juices from my sex to ease the passage of his thick finger inside me.

“What…” I gasp the question, but I don’t finish it. He is making me feel even better than I did before, the thickness of his cock now matched with another hard intrusion which seems to fill me all the way to my core.

“Every part of you belongs to me,” he growls against my neck, his sharp teeth grazing against the tender skin at the side of my throat. I am always a millisecond away from death when intimate with him. It is his danger which makes my blood throb in my veins, but it is his mercy which makes me truly open to him.

I am getting everything I wanted when I decided to come to him and more. I am being pleasured in two holes at once, my flesh giving in to his twisted love. He thrusts both hot royal appendages inside me until I am a gasping, ragged wretch clinging to him with desperation.

“I’m never letting you go again," he promises, his breath hot against my ear.

“I don’t ever want to go,” I moan back. “You're mine. You’re fuzkin’ mine.”

I feel his finger push all the way to the last knuckle, and his cock drive so deep my pubic bone is left grinding against the base of his rod. He is so right. There is no part of me he has not mastered, because there is no part of me I have not submitted.

We come shuddering and grinding against one another. He floods me and I feel a sense of completion I was terrified I would never feel again. Panting, I cling to him, afraid of losing this. I won’t let go. Not now. Not ever.

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Krush

In the aftermath of orgasm, my mind begins to clear and function again. This is a human who left me to pursue the very traitors who came after me. Her presence here could be some new iteration of a trap. I draw back, still inside her, and ask the question I know will kill the mood.

“Why are you here?”

She seems to understand the intention behind the question. "You were so sad when they caught you. I felt bad for you.”

“So you pitied me.”

“I felt loyalty to you. That surprised me. I felt for you as much as I felt for my own family. Because you showed me mercy. You could have killed me when you first saw me. You didn’t. You took care of me, as far as you were capable. I’m going to do the same for you. Now. Let me off your dick, and we can get out of here.”