Page 45 of You're Not My King!

Vo’ak growled and gave me barely a second to adjust, pulling away an inch before punching back in, the head of his cock knocking the inside of my stomach, making the skin bulge with the force—Jesus, why was that so hot? I rocked up to meet his next thrust, too desperate to let him control the pace alone, but the momentum behind it had my ass scraping against the rock, the sting shooting straight up my back.

“Ah, shit,” I hissed, the pain sharp and biting.

Vo’ak gritted his teeth and paused. “Roo-bin?”

“My back,” I groaned, nodding downward. “The rock.”

My alien understood. He dismissed the branches with a wave, wrapping my arms around his neck once they’d slithered away, freeing me. I held on tight, the sting in my ass secondary to the pleasure as he cupped both cheeks in his hands and lifted. He straightened up, settling me on his cock, my own grazing against his abs, and the sensations that rocketed through me had me seizing up, coming so hard and suddenly that my vision whited out.

Vo’ak stiffened, gawping at me in disbelief as shock after shock fired through my body from head to toe. My head fell forward, and I blinked to focus before my eyes widened at the sight of my dick, still hard and twitching between us. Was that… a dry orgasm? Shit, I didn’t think I’d ever manage to blow my load twice so quickly, never mind coming internally just from my ass being filled with an alien cock.

Vo’ak had proved me wrong on both counts.

A smirk raked across Vo’ak’s face. “Eager hoo-man,” he teased. “Spending yourself with no more than my cock inside. How pleasing.”

Funny how this dude could barely string a regular sentence together, but sex talk? No problemo. Ten out of ten.

Couldn’t argue with his priorities.

I grumbled, my body giving one last jolt, and his smugness heightened. What a bastard. And the worst part? Despite coming my brains out, twice, I wasn’t fully satisfied. Everything in me screamed to keep going, to take more, so he was only gonna get even cockier.

Fuck it. He could be an asshole all he wanted as long as he kept pounding me like one.

I crossed my legs around his waist, clinging like a koala on a tree, and ground down. I was overstimulating myself, but I loved how Vo’ak snarled and gripped my ass roughly, getting with the program. I was raised and dropped onto his cock at a brutal speed, used as nothing more than a sheath to fulfill his needs, a ragdoll with a hole.

This was exactly what I’d been dying for. He was wild, totally unhinged, fucking into me as if his restraint had been hanging on by a single hair for far too long. I knew the feeling. The wet, squelching slap of skin against skin rattled through the forest, bouncing from the trees, and mixed with my whimpered moans, I was under no illusion that everyone back at the camp couldn’t hear us.

It was savage.

A proper mating.

I tucked my head into the crook of his neck, shaking with how much white-hot, overwhelming pleasure expanded inside me. It was like one continuous orgasm. A stream of energy lit up my blood, my veins, my nerves. My skin was hypersensitive, and I could feel every hair follicle on my scalp, every trickle of sweat. My muscles were cramping and releasing, my balls aching with how tightly they hugged my dick. It was the best I’d ever felt in my life. Screw drugs. This was true euphoria, and no one could ever convince me otherwise.

I forced my head up to kiss Vo’ak, our tongues clashing, wet and messy, and the base of his cock gradually began to swell, tugging on my rim more and more with every thrust. Now that I knew what it was, I embraced it, bearing down to welcome the extra girth inside me. “Yes, give it all to me,” I begged. “Knot me.”

There was a fleeting second of panic as Vo’ak grunted like a feral animal and sped up, pummeling into me, making doubly sure that I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. It subsided quickly though, the dull, stretching pain giving way to ecstasy as the fat bulb lodged against my sweet spot, kneading every nerve ending.

I came for a third time, silent and bone shattering. My cock finally throbbed, dribbling with the very last drop of cum I had to give. I groaned, slumping in his arms, going limp and boneless to ride the waves of even more sensation. “How is this even happening?”

Alien dick was magic.

That was how.

With one last shove of his hips, Vo’ak’s pulsing knot was locked inside, inflated to capacity. “Roo-bin,” he rasped, hips grinding, shuddering as floods of hot cum pumped into my belly, claiming me deep. I couldn’t move, could barely breathe as Vo’ak panted in my ear, both of us trembling with the aftershocks, senseless. The world was fuzzy, the thump of his heart the only constant, so I focused on every beat, letting the moment drag and settle.

Vo’ak walked us to the edge of the spring and lay down carefully on the bank, letting me sprawl out on top of him. He rubbed patterns into my back and buried kisses in my hair, inhaling my scent. Between the warm air and my alien’s heated scales, the beads of water on my skin dried quickly, the sun beating down against me. It was nice. More than nice. It was comforting, soothing.

Secure arms looped around my waist, and I nuzzled closer—content, safe, and sated. We basked in the afterglow for minutes, hours, days. I didn’t care, because Vo’ak was treating me like I was precious, and under those hot rays, with pleasure zinging through my veins, I couldn’t help wondering, once again, if this life would be so terrible?

I knew I had to erase that idea from my head. I had a home. A family. Granted, we weren’t on the best of terms, but I couldn’t just set up a new life a million miles away without a single ‘fuck you’ or ‘goodbye’ like they had done to me.

I had hoped scratching the itch might curb those fleeting thoughts and make my needs dissipate for long enough to get my head straight. Instead, it had only heightened the bond between us, done exactly what I’d been afraid of and made me greedy to the point of feeling like I belonged in his arms. That level of insanity was dangerous.

Especially when the stronger part of me didn’t want it to stop.

REUBEN

A month had passed, the season changing from warm air and bright colors to cold nights and darker skies. It wasn’t as clear cut as Earth’s summer turning to autumn, but there was definitely a shift—in more ways than one. I hadn’t escaped. Obviously. In fact, looking for routes to leave U’suhk had become less urgent than before. The desire was still there in the back of my mind, but I’d become distracted by life here. The people, the land, the work. It was getting harder and harder to find the time and energy to make plans, and though I hadn’t had much to begin with, I was kinda giving up hope. I mean, I could’ve made more effort not to busy myself with unimportant shit, but I also didn’t wanna be a freeloader.

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