Alien Princess's Devoted Ass

The alarm tore through the royal corridors like a blade. Princess Kendra was already on her feet when the first impact shivered the hull, her height matching any human aboard, silver-streaked deep blue eyes hard as she pulled a thin robe over the full swell of her breasts. Twenty-eight, sovereign of her vessel, and suddenly hunted. The slavers had come for ransom. They wanted her alive and chained.

Rafael hit the bridge a breath later, thirty-one, security chief, human, and built like the only wall between her and the void. His sidearm was already up. “Stay behind me, Your Highness.”

She had trusted him with the ship for three years. She trusted him now with her life.

They came through the breached airlock in a rush of cheap armor and shouted prices. Rafael did not negotiate. He dropped the first two before they cleared the threshold, pivoted, and drove the third into a bulkhead hard enough to crack the plate. A fourth got a blade near Kendra’s throat. Rafael put himself between them, took the cut across his forearm, and ended it with a shot so close the flash lit her silver-streaked eyes. The last slaver tried to drag her toward a shuttle hatch. Rafael caught him by the collar, slammed him to the deck, and held him there until the man’s weapon clattered free and the backup team sealed the breach.

Silence fell, thick with smoke and the copper smell of spent charges. Kendra stood in the middle of her ruined corridor, robe half open, chest rising hard, and looked at the man who had just refused to let anyone take her.

“Clear,” Rafael said, voice rough. Blood ran down his wrist. He did not look at it. He looked at her. “You’re safe.”

She crossed the space between them and set her palm over his heart, feeling it hammer. The attack was over. The wanting had only just begun.

In the quiet of her private quarters the locks engaged and the ship’s systems hummed back to green. Kendra did not step away from him. Her deep blue eyes, shot through with living silver, locked on his face with a gratitude so fierce it burned into something else.

“You could have died,” she said. “You put your body between me and them. I have ruled this ship, and I have never been so certain of anyone.” Her voice dropped, open and shaking. “I love you, Rafael. Not as a princess loves a useful officer. As a woman loves the man she wants for the rest of her life. Let me thank you. Let me give you everything.”

She sank to her knees on the polished floor, tall enough that even kneeling her mouth was level with the thick ridge already straining his uniform pants. Her hands worked the fastenings with reverent haste. When his cock sprang free, heavy and flushed and longer than her wrist, she made a broken sound of pure want.

“God,” she whispered, and took him in.

Her mouth was hot and devoted. She licked the broad head, kissed down the shaft, then sank as far as she could, lips stretched, silver-streaked lashes fluttering. Her full breasts pressed warm and soft against his thighs as she worked him, saliva shining, one hand cradling his balls while the other stroked what her throat could not yet take. She worshiped him with slow, hungry pulls, moaning around his girth, looking up so he could see the love in those deep blue eyes every time she swallowed him deeper.

Rafael’s hand found her hair, not forcing, only holding. “Kendra.”

She pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock. “I want you to claim me. All of me. My mouth is yours whenever you want it.” She turned, still on her knees, and reached back to part herself, offering the tight rose of her ass above the slick gleam of her cunt. “And this. My royal ass. Please. I’ve never given it to anyone. I want you to take it. Relentlessly. Until I can’t think of anything but belonging to you.”

He hauled her up, mouth crashing into hers, tasting himself on her tongue while his hands filled with her breasts. She kissed him like a vow, grinding her bare heat against his cock, begging between breaths. He carried her the few steps to the wide royal bed and laid her down on silk the color of deep space, her long legs already opening for him.

“Yes,” she said, clear and eager. “Take me. I want it. I want you.”

He stripped what remained of her robe and his own ruined uniform, then reached for the vial of slick oil she kept by the bed. He coated his fingers and pressed one, then two, into the tight ring of her ass while she writhed and nodded, whispering yes, yes, more. When she was open and shining and begging, he slicked his cock until it gleamed and settled between her thighs.

Missionary first, the way she had asked to be claimed: face to face, so she could see who owned her.

He hooked her long legs over his arms and nudged the thick head against her ass. She bore down, breathing through the stretch, eyes wide and silver-bright. The crown popped past the ring and she cried out, not in refusal but in overwhelmed need.

“Oh—Rafael—you’re so big—”

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Fill me.”

He sank in inch by relentless inch, her ass gripping him like a fist, hotter and tighter than anything he had ever felt. Her breasts bounced with each careful thrust until he was buried to the root, balls pressed to her, her body shaking around the invasion. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

He started to move.

Long, deep strokes that dragged every ridge of his cock along her inner walls. She screamed his name on the third thrust, nails scoring his back, the silver in her eyes flaring as pleasure cracked through the burn. He fucked her ass in a steady, possessive rhythm, watching her face, kissing her when she gasped, angling his hips so the base of his cock ground against her with every plunge. Her cunt dripped onto the silk. Her ass fluttered and clenched and tried to keep him.

The first orgasm hit her like a hull breach. She arched, breasts thrust up into his hands, and came with a raw, shattered cry, her ass milking him in rhythmic spasms while she sobbed his name. He did not stop. He drove through it, thick cock pistoning into her, and the second climax chased the first before she could breathe. She shook, mouth open, eyes unfocused, legs locked so tight around him he could barely withdraw before slamming home again.

“Again,” she begged, voice wrecked. “I can feel you in my stomach. Don’t you dare be gentle now. Fuck my ass. Make me yours.”

He gave her what she asked for. Harder. Deeper. The wet sound of oil and her body filled the room. Her breasts swayed and slapped softly with every impact. He bent to suck a dark nipple into his mouth and she came a third time, screaming, tears of pleasure tracking into her hair, her ass so tight around him he had to fight to keep moving. She barely recovered. Tremors rolled through her busty frame. She clutched his shoulders and babbled devotion, love, more, please more, I can’t stop coming.

He kissed the silver streak at her temple and flipped her.

Prone, face down on the royal bed, hips lifted just enough for him to mount her from behind. He spread her cheeks and watched his cock, slick and flushed, push back into that stretched, greedy hole. She moaned into the pillows, ass tilting up in offering. He covered her with his body, one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding beneath her to cup a heavy breast, and started to pound.

This was different. Deeper. Meaner. His hips slapped her ass in a relentless cadence, driving his full length into her with every stroke until the bed frame knocked the wall. She could not thrust back. She could only take it, pinned and worshiped and fucked open, her screams muffled by silk and then not muffled at all when she turned her face and begged.

“Harder—Rafael—claim it—claim my ass—I’m yours, I’m yours—”

He did. He fucked her like the man who had just killed for her and would do it again, cock plunging into her tight alien ass until she was a quivering, babbling mess beneath him. Orgasm after orgasm tore through her. She came clenching so hard he groaned, came again while she was still shaking from the last, came with her fingers clawing the sheets and her voice breaking on his name. Between climaxes she could barely breathe, barely speak, her body slick with sweat, breasts crushed to the mattress, ass reddened from the impact of his hips. And still she pushed back, still she begged.

“Don’t stop. I need more. I need you to keep taking me. I love you. I love your cock in my ass. Ruin me. I’ll recover later. Just don’t stop.”

He reached under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he hammered her, and she shattered again, a long, helpless wail, her ass pulsing around him in endless aftershocks. He held her through it, still thrusting, still deep, whispering that she was his, that he would take her like this every night she asked, that her devotion was the only ransom he would ever accept. She nodded frantically, crying out yes, yes, every night, my mouth, my ass, all of me.

When his own control finally frayed he buried himself to the hilt and came, thick pulses flooding her ass, groaning her name against her shoulder while she sobbed through one last rolling climax that left her limp and trembling and smiling into the pillows. He stayed inside her, cock still hard enough to keep her full, kissing the sweat from her neck as she quivered and whispered that she wanted him again the moment she could feel her legs.

She turned in his arms when he finally eased out, oil and spend shining on her thighs, and pulled him down into a kiss so deep it felt like another vow. Her mouth was soft and certain. Her silver-streaked eyes glowed, sated and already hungry.

“I love you,” she breathed, barely able to form the words, body still twitching with aftershocks. “Every day on this ship. My mouth. My ass. My devotion. Take me whenever you want me. I will never recover enough to stop wanting more of you.”

She curled against his chest, long legs tangled with his, and held him like the only safe harbor in the dark between stars.

She would spend the rest of her reign on her knees and on her back, begging the man who had saved her to claim her ass until the stars went out.