Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
This may be the greatest test of all. He is calling me to submit. Me, who has always identified with rebellion. But I find myself wanting to do what he says, not because he carries all the power, but because I want to share in it. I want to exchange it with him. I want to trust him. I want to obey him. I want to give myself to him, and to this new world.
So I do as I am told, not kneeling in humiliation — though I cannot help the heat which flushes the cheeks of my face. I am facing the crowds, and though they are at a distance, there is still the sensation of being watched by many hundreds of eyes.
When I am in position, he throws the gown’s skirt up over my back. My hips and rear are bared to him, but the view is not as extreme as I had feared. I have some modesty, even as I am presented in all my glory.
I must wait for him with my hind presented, feeling that familiar sexual anticipation deep inside, the clenching of my sex and the flinching of my well-trained ass both at play.
“THIS IS MY BRIDE! THE HUMAN ARIEL, WHO SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR ME ON A DISTANT PLANET. OBSERVE, MY BELOVED SUBJECTS, AS I CLAIM HER BEFORE YOU NOW, AND FOREVER.”
With those words, he is inside me, both his cocks plunging inside me, the wetness of my juices and the pre-flow of his seed making it so much easier for him to enter me. I feel my sex opening for him. I feel my flesh giving way to him. I feel the twin orifices of my body sacrificed to the monster king, his massive form looming over my smaller body, my ample curves dwarfed by the big green hands wrapped almost all the way around my waist.
He surges forward, and I am opened up all the way, stretched and used, and filled and absolutely dominated. He said that there would be no shame in this, but I am human and there is no way I can be on my hands and knees, mating like an animal in the zoo without feeling some shame. It is like a drug of its own, making me hot, giving me extra reason to tremble and quiver in the king’s embrace.
Hands and knees before the world, I give myself to Brawn. I submit to the king, and I take my place as his queen, his thick cock thrusting what feels like he is going ever deeper though I know he is already at the limit. My body is his. His body is mine. We are one organism merged from two distinct alien entities. We are a paradox of nature.
I scream my pleasure. I wail my love. He gives me his love hard, holding me tight, making me jolt back and forth along his twin cocks, screaming, writhing, wailing into eternity and an orgasm which rolls through me until I feel myself start to melt into this new world, drawing its air into my lungs, and broadcasting my pleasure and royal connection to all those who have come to see it.
This is the end, but it is also the beginning. Whatever I will be after this is yet to be seen, but I know what I am now, and forever: His.