Page 39 of Fated to the Alien Chieftain

I fold into him with my head against his chest as his powerful hands grasp my hips, pulling me down onto his girth. Muffled moans and pants escape me when he pushes deeper and deeper into me. The incredible feeling of fullness sends jolts of ecstasy coursing through my body. “The Chieftain feels fucking massive today!” I cry out in desire.

Krogoth laughs manically as his fangs nibble along my neck in a painful and pleasurable way. His unbelievable strength hoistsme up and down, in blurring speed, like I’m some kind of tiny fuck toy - his fuck toy. Ruthlessly, he pounds into me, using me for his pleasure. The thought turns me on even more, wanting nothing more than to make him happy.

The delight continues to build and build, his merciless hammering into my stretched and full pussy. Coupled with the naughtiness of fucking on the Chieftain’s chair in a public hall, while still wearing our clothes is too much. A scream of pleasure erupts from me, as my body quivers in ecstasy, succumbing to waves of orgasmic bliss. “Oh, Krogoth,” I whimper against his broad chest, still shuddering.

I feel Krogoth’s hand gently stroke my hair, as I lie spent and panting heavily, enjoying the quiet and his rhythmic breathing. After an idyllic moment, his cock still inside me twitches and bounces.Uh, oh!“Is my Chieftainess quitting already?” he asks slyly. A chuckle escapes me as I look up into his handsome face to see him shaking his head mockingly.

“Hey” I pull away from his chest, still feeling his incredible hardness inside my dripping wetness. “I’ll show you who the quitter is,” I say with more confidence than I feel, wondering if my poor pussy has recovered enough to take my man to the conclusion he craves.

Placing my hands on his waist, I steady myself as I slowly gyrate my hips. Soft moans spill from my lips, feeling the amazing fiction of him stretching and throbbing inside my womanhood again. He grunts in a very pleasuring way, spurring me to quicken my pace as he leans back further into the massive seat, happy for me to take control.

Biting my lip, I try to stifle the unbidden squeals and moans escaping me, as my face scrunches up with the effort of taking so much of his cock. I bounce up and down upon his member, my wet pussy gliding with increasing effortlessness. He reaches for my breasts, kneading them firmly, flicking his fingers over mynipples that poke out stiffly through my dress. “Gods, you are beautiful,” he whispers between groans.

His purple misty eyes greedily devour my body as he strokes me through my clothes, a look of wonder on his face. “Look at you working so hard for me, my sweet little female,” he moans. I gasp at the feeling of him inside me and at his words, as he’s never maintained this level of control during our sex before. The heat rises in my face with effort as my lungs struggle to keep up with the vigorous demand.

Already I can feel my pussy tightening again, as jolts of pleasure build within me, enhanced by his touches and encouraging words. I only hope he’s drawing close to a sweet release too, worried about how much longer I can take his pounding cock for. Closing my eyes, I project my mind into his. Feeling his intense burning desire for me, the building orgasm sits on edge, ready to be released.He just needs a little more speed.

A smile crosses my lips as I increase the tempo of my bouncing, drawing moans from us both. He reaches forward, wrapping me up in his arms, as he pants. “So close now,” he whispers, clutching me. The words bring me to the edge as I feel my pussy squeeze and then shudder over his enormous cock, as waves of pleasure come crashing over me. I throw my head back, squealing in delicious delight.

He laughs feverishly, grasping me by the hips and forcing me to fuck him faster. I can feel his own orgasm tearing through his mind, as my own is still cascading through my body. The combination is almost too much as my body spasms and tenses with shocking force. My skin is so flushed it’s almost as red as Krogoths. “Every drop,” he snarls into my ear as he shudders in pleasure, bucking his twitching manhood into me with decreasing intensity.

I moan and pant gently, enjoying the sensation of his warm seed being pumped deep inside me. It fills me with joy knowing I’ve pleased him and that I’m his woman, that I belong to him and he to me. I playfully wiggle my hips, wishing I could draw even more of him into me. “No quitters here,” I declare with a sly smile, and we both share a chortle, enjoying the flushed bliss on his face.

We lay motionless, wrapped in each other’s arms upon the Chieftain’s chair, our panting breaths the only sound breaching the serene silence. Time seems to stretch indefinitely, perhaps even slipping into a brief slumber, though it’s difficult to tell.

Krogoth tries to slip off the massive chair without me noticing, but I’m not as asleep as he thinks. I turn to see him hitching his brown leather trousers back around his waist. “A bold first action as Chieftainess,” he says, detecting me staring at him. “Not sure what precedent this sets,” he laughs, smiling warmly at me as he offers a hand for me to get off the giant chair.

Grasping his hand, I jump out of the massive gnarled wooden throne. “That was just my audition,” I protest with a smile.

“I nearly forgot, but I have another surprise for you,” Krogoth declares, suddenly inspecting between the two chairs. “Where did I put it?”

“Another surprise!” I exclaim, as a flutter of excitement flocks to my stomach. “Don’t know If I can take another one of your surprises, Krogoth,” I say, feeling the pleasant ache pulsating between my legs.

Krogoth laughs. “This is softer, a lot softer.” He crouches to peer beneath the Chieftain’s chair. “There it is!” He exclaims, pulling out something wrapped in brown paper like material. He stands inspecting the present, turning it over in his hands before offering it to me.

“Thanks, you big sweetheart,” I say. Feeling the hefty yet soft contents.Is it some kind of dress?Greedily, I tear open thewrapping like an impatient child at Christmas. Thick white fur, soft and pure as snow, catches my eyes, stealing my breath. “It’s stunning,” I whisper. Unfurling the material reveals it to be a most beautiful cloak, incredibly thick, held together by a golden chain in the middle. “Krogoth, I don’t know what to say. It’s absolutely beautiful.”

Krogoth looks on with pride. “Try it on,” he offers, holding it open as I nestle inside of it, feeling its weightiness upon my shoulders. The quality is obvious as my hands pull the ends closer together, touching the incredible softness and already sensing the warmth building.

“My beautiful Pebbles,” Krogoth declares as his eyes examine me from top to bottom. “The purple dress and white cloak are stunning.” He inhales loudly as I suppress a giggle, knowing purple is his favorite color. He activates his wrist console, and aims it in my direction, projecting a mirror-like image of myself.

Oh, looks lovely, very regal!I beam broadly as I turn, inspecting different angles, with it more open or pulled tight. “Thank you so much Krogoth, it really is an amazing gift.” I hurry over, kissing him on his smiling cheeks.

Krogoth nods sagely before speaking. “You shouldn’t be thanking me,” he says with a barely contained smile.Oh no, what’s he going to say?“You supplied the fur.”

“Xyronath?” I ask, realization quickly dawning on me. Suddenly, the cloak feels a lot heavier as my legs grow weaker.

Krogoth steadies me with firm hands around the shoulder. “Yes, he is your kill. Wear it with pride, cast off the turmoil of the Proving. You survived, they died.”

He’s right, I know. The emotional trauma of the Proving is lessening over time, thankfully. And I take more pride in what I achieved as the ordeal wilts.

“We believe in honoring our kills by utilizing as much as possible, as the Gods taught. There is a lot more fur. You couldhave more clothes commissioned or even sell it.” Krogoth nods before he continues. “So much white venefex fur is worth a small fortune.”

“Who would have thought nearly dying could be so lucrative?” I say, laughing darkly.

“Because he died, and you lived,” Krogoth corrects, as he straightens my new cloak on my shoulders. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but in our culture, cloaks denote rank.” He gestures towards me. “A full cloak like yours shows a high rank, like Chieftain or Elder. A half cloak or cape denotes a lower rank, like battle commander or scholars and the like.”

Explains why Krogoth often wore his great massive clawed cloak, not that it isn’t obvious he is someone important by his sheer size and demeanor.

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