Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
I wanted to be pregnant once, and now I will be. I have no doubt that conception is occurring through sheer force of will and an absolute abundance of genetic material flooding my tender form.
Tyrant knows my body so perfectly intimately he understands precisely how far he can push me, how many thrusts and strokes my various holes can take. When my pussy begins to ache, he pulls free of that fertile hole and repositions against my ass.
“Please…. Tyrant…” I beg, but it is too late. He is entering me with a slow but certain thrust, giving me the benefit of his hard, punishing cock deep inside my ass.
“You were a bad girl,” he growls in my ear, his hands cupping my breasts, holding them aloft and out in a hand bra, my nipples pressed between two of his fingers, pinched hard enough to make my clit throb and my empty pussy gush with need.
“This is what happens to bad girls. This is what happens to little human liars who sneak their way onto royal ships under false pretenses.”
He grunts and thrusts harder and I am jolted against his body as his cock bottoms out in my ass, his hips pressed hard against the soft rounds of my cheeks.
If there is a position to take a cock in, Tyrant puts me in it. He pulls his dick from my tight ass for a second, reorients me so that I am on my hands and knees, head down, ass up, and then plunges back inside me. I can see myself displayed on the screen, my rear bright pink and well lashed, my ass wrapped snugly around his cock as he works himself in and out of me, his scaled torso rippling with muscular hotness.
I can feel him inside me, and I cannot take my eyes off the screens. The sight is crude and perhaps even cruel, but it is also insanely fucking hot. Tyrant has never looked so good as he does when he is punishing me. His abdomen ripples and his powerful hips thrust, and his biceps flex with the grip of his hands on my curves.
I’m going to climax again with him deep inside my ass, rough thrusts giving me all the intensity I need to come.
I’m screaming. I’m writhing. My thighs are shaking and my ass is jiggling and I am giving myself over completely to the experience which no longer feels like punishment so much as it does a powerful rejoining.
“I missed you,” he snarls in my ear as he flips me back up against his chest. “And I am never, ever letting you go again.”
“You better fucking not,” I gasp back. “I’m never leaving.”
“Is that right?”
His fingers slide down from my breasts to the apex of my thighs, pinching, rubbing, and rolling my come covered clit until I screech my final, most powerful orgasm yet.
I hear the roar of the crowd as Tyrant slides from my ass and gathers me up against his body, his touch tender now the punishment is over. I find myself fading in his arms, exhaustion finally taking me from consciousness into a deep, dark oblivion.
14 The DICKS
Tyrant
After a mad frenzy of mating, I have my human in my quarters, where she belongs. I watch the stars pass by, toying with strands of her hair as she sleeps on my chest, utterly worn out by the rough ravaging.
I do not think I will ever be able to explain to her how pleased I am to have her back in my arms, how much I missed her, how senseless even the thrill of conquest and the rush of war seemed in her absence.
“If I may intrude, sire.”
Terrible doesn’t bother to knock, or announce himself. I could be irritated, but there is nothing that could ruin my mood now. My little human came back to me, and now she, and her womb, are mine forever.
“Always, Terrible.”
“Our fleet has been obliterated.”
He says it flatly, and so calmly that for a moment or two I don’t understand the massive significance of his words.
“What?”
“It was a trap set at the front lines. DICK sent their private army and wiped every ship there out. We would have been destroyed with them if we were there.” Terrible coughs. “If not for the human, we would have been caught as they were.”
That is a hard thing to believe, let alone come to terms with.
Every single one of my warrior brethren besides those on this ship are gone.
This is a defeat. A grand defeat. A near total defeat.
I have never been defeated, not since I assumed my crown.
I find myself staring into what used to be a grand vista which was mine to command. It now seems more like a black abyss with nothing to recommend it but betrayal and villainy.
“But we complied with their regulations. We filed our taxes…”