#alien x reader

David. You hated David just as much as you hated his creator.

He awoke you from Cryosleep and took some of your blood. Blood his creator needed. Back on earth you got kidnapped for that very reason. Your blood. After you had donated blood strange things happened. You got followed. Stalked. By Weylands people. The old man has searched for people who might have something different in their genetic code. A gen that will let them get older. Apparently, your family had such a gene.  You had not been the first one. There were others. Others that he experimented on. That died due to it.

How Weyland was allowed to get such information, was in the stars. Well not entirely. He was rich. Rich people had money. It made them able to do things that normally weren’t legal. That realization back on earth had made you angry. Frustrated. Sadly, there was nothing you could have done about it. No one helped you.

No one would come to save you. Weyland had told you. Back on earth. Your family had been paid to shut their mouths or they would be next.  

David was with you during that time on earth. He talked to you. That did not make you like him. He tried to…well make you feel a little better. As far as it was possible or he was able to. Still, he served his creator. That was all he wanted to do. All that mattered to him.

Back on the Prometheus you were alone. Still bound with chains. Nobody except David knew you were here. The crew did not know. Did not need to know. This was a secret Weyland had kept. Just like him being on that ship. No one knows that he is on the Prometheus either. Only David and you. The other crew members searched for this being. For God. Or how they called them, Engineers. As Weyland had told you on earth before you left. They searched for him so he could give Weyland eternal life. You guessed the crew does not know. They have no idea what the truth about their mission is.

All you could do was sit around and wait. They were out. Some of the crew members alongside David. You had eaten something. In the locked room you did not really have much to do. You were in the same room as Weyland was. He was still in Cryosleep. He does not have long. He will die very soon. Not that you cared. You wanted him dead. What he does not deserve to live forever. He has no right. A day ago, David came in and told him that they had found a head of one of them. Some might still be alive. The hopes are not up to high though.

You hum and close your eyes. Singing songs, you still remember. That’s all you can do.

Somehow you must have fallen asleep. When you woke up David was here. Some other crew members. They gazed at you. It was the first time seeing some of them. They know now. However, they do not care. Great. Then you see him. Weyland. He got awakened. “It is time then” Your voice sounds flat. Weyland looks at you for a short moment. Then at David. “Yes, it is time”

Anger rose inside you. So, one of them is alive. An engineer is alive. Weyland will finally get what he always wanted. That made you angry. So angry. “Fuck you Weyland. You do not deserve this!”

He ignored you. All of them did. They did not care.

“You should accept that humans don’t live forever!”

No one answered. Only David looked at you for a short moment.

You could not lie though. Curious yourself about this species. About these so called Engineers. How will they be like? Well you will never know. Something like this will never happen to someone like you.

David gave you food and all left. Left to meet that engineer.

Strange things happen a while later. Loud noise. Alarms. You hear crew members that are still on board screaming. You hum and sing to drown out the noise. To calm down your nerves.

The sound of something getting thrown against the door reaches your ears. A loud snap. It sounds like someone got his bones broken. You see blood on the small window on the space door. You are still completely. The screams were gone. You stop your humming and singing. Then you see it. A face. Pitch black eyes burning into yours through the small window of the door.

Backing further away and into a corner you pray the door will stop it. That must be the engineer. Why did he attack and kill the others?

The door gets broken in. There stands an alien. A really big alien. Tall. Taller than any human. Hairless, and very pale skin. Ghost like. The eyes are so dark, and the pupils look shaped like oblong crosses.

The engineer gets closer and you lift your arms. Trying to hide. Flee. You close your eyes. That is, it. You accept your fate. Dying by the hands of an alien. Perfect. Destiny had a way of laughing at you. You waited. Nothing happened. When you opened your eyes, you found the alien staring at you. At the chains around your wrists. Then the engineer spoke. It sounded so strange. Never have you heard anyone speak like that before.

You swallowed.

“I…I do not understand you” Your gaze moved over his body. He wears a weird suit. Strangely enough he had no blood on it. He tilted his head to the side at your words. His large hand moving towards your chains. You watched as he ripped them away. With wide eyes you gaze at him. “Thank you”, you whisper. He freed you. After all this time…An alien freed you. Many questions still swam through your head. Why are you still alive? The engineer could have easily crushed you. His eyes never left yours. Then he said something again.

Turning around, he leaves. “Wait!”

Without thinking you get on your feet and rush after him. What now? You have no idea where you are and how you will get home. Will you ever be able to get home?

You touch his hand. Accidentally. It was a reflex. He is colder than you are. He stops and gazes at you. His eyes go to your hands and then to your face. You immediately let go of his hand. “Forgive me”, you mutter and lower your head. Removing your hand from his. “Please take me with you”

It was stupid. You were very well aware of that. What else should you do though? You will die alone.

He studied you. Then his hand touched your head. You flinched.

His fingers run through your hair. Lifting it towards him. He lowers himself. Smelling it. Why is he doing this? A soft rumble comes from his throat. Strange noise that resonates with your soul. His body is so close to yours and you swallow. What is this strange scent? You sniff it deeper and immediately regret it. It clouds your senses. You feel hot all over. Are you getting sick?

What is happening to you? A strange sound leaves your lips. Your knees are getting weak. Blinking rapidly, you lift your head towards him. “What is happening to me?”, you ask him hoarsely.

The scent smells good. You want more. Need more. Still, you stop yourself.

This is wrong.

Your feet give in and you fall. He catches you and lifts you up. With a foggy head you rest your head against his chest. He speaks something you do not understand again and lose consciousness.

When you open your eyes again you still feel hot. Not as much as before but it is still there. Something else is there. You are wet. Now your cheeks are red for a different reason. How the hell are you wet?

Next problem. Where the hell are you? You sit up and realize you are in a strange room. On a bed. It is kind of comfortable. What is this place and how did you get here? So many questions and no answers. The door to the room opens and he enters. Coming straight towards you. His strange eyes locked on yours. He says something again in his language. You don’t understand.

His hand places gently on your cheek and you smell it again. Your gazes lock and you feel strangely aroused. A sigh leaves you lips. Your skin burns where he touches you and you close your eyes. Nuzzling against his hand. He leans closer towards you and rests his forehead against yours. Breathing with you. Breathing you in. Like he needs it. As much as you need to breathe him in.

Your eyes open again. He looks so strange and yet so beautiful.

Before you can stop yourself, your hands cup his cheeks. He is colder than you are. It does not bother you. Instead, you like it. He liked it too. The way your hands felt on his skin. A rumple comes from his throat and resonates within you again. His hands move over your body. Exploring it. Strangely you like it. Let him explore you and you do the same. He wears different clothing than he had worn before. Still not less strange to you.

His hands find your legs. Voice hoarse against your lips and he removes your trousers. You help him remove it. Now you are only wearing a shirt and underwear. That is wet from your arousal.

He hums and removes your underwear too.

It is strange. It is like both of you are drunk from each other’s scents.

You do not care anymore. His fingers tease your entrance. Teasing you more and more till you squirm beneath me. “Stop teasing” He makes a sound that sounds like a chuckle. Then he pushes one of his thick fingers inside your hole. Moving in and out. Opening you up for him. His lips find yours. Kissing you soft. He pulls away a little and makes a small smile. He kisses you again, deeper this time. You kiss him back eagerly. Moving your hips to get more pleasure.

This is insane. Not so long ago he killed the crew. Other humans. And here you are. Soon getting fucked by that very alien.

Your tongue licks over his lips. Tasting him. His flavor on your tongue is delicious. He tastes sweet and salty at the same time. He adds a second finger. Spreading your hole wider. Making you ready to take him. The kiss gets deeper as his own tongue licks over your lips. You open your mouth and let him enter it. His tongue pushes inside your mouth. Exploring it.

While you ride his fingers you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. You will reach your orgasm soon.

Your breath goes faster. Your legs shake and your toes curl. “I…am close” Your voice is hoarse and airy against his lips. He hums, speeding up his movements. The scent gets overwhelming again and you crash over the edge. A silent scream leaving your mouth. Waves of pleasure surge through your body. He pulls his fingers out of your stretched hole. Lifting it to his mouth. He sniffs on his fingers before he puts them into his mouth and cleans them off.

While he does this, he watches you closely. Trying to take in your reaction. Studying you.

It is like he is staring into your soul.

He licks his lips when his fingers are clean and starts to remove his clothing. You watch. His body looks otherworldly and beautiful. When his chest is completely bare you stare. He has no nipples. His body is strong and muscled. Fuck he really could easily crush you if he wanted. You salivate when he goes on to remove his pants. Once he is completely naked you cannot help but stare. You do not even feel ashamed of yourself in that moment.

His member is standing proud. Pale like the rest of his body. With black veins all over it. Slightly curved. With a knot in the middle and his thick tip curved upward. Glistening with his liquid.

You lick your lips. He hums and comes closer again. Spreading your legs and getting on the bed with you. He is careful not to crush you. Positioned between your legs he rests his forehead against yours. Whispering things. Then he pushes in. His tip stretching you. He waits. Watches. When he sees you relax, he pushes in further. Deeper and deeper. The slowness makes you dizzy. He makes you dizzy.

He breathes heavily. He is just as affected as you are.

Then you reach his knot. His knot is way bigger than the rest of his cock. He tries to ease you more. Just pushing in and out with the length he already has inside of you. His fingers finding your clit. Circling it. Rubbing it. Playing with your pearl. Gazing at you with wonder in his eyes. Your pussy opens up more. He takes the change and pushes. His knot nearly coming inside you. He pulls out and pushes again. Again and again.

With one final push he is deep inside you. His cock stretching you perfectly. His knot feeling strange but also delicious inside of you. It makes you see stars. Stretching you perfectly.

His hands cup your breasts that are still covered by your shirt and he changes that immediately. Now you are both fully bare. He gazes at your hardened nipples and takes one of them into his mouth. You sigh happily and he starts to push in and out of you in a joyful rhythm. The bed beneath you shakes with its thrusts. Your skin burning again. You are one. Moving as one. Feeling good.

His thrusts get deeper. Hit the places that make you gasps and sing in pleasure.

He knows what he is doing, due to watching. Studying. Testing.

He kisses you again. His lips are surprisingly soft. Your legs wrap around his hips. As well as you are able to so. He is big after all. All of him is big. His temperature is warmer now. Or it just feels like this right now. You do not care. Pleasure builds inside you again. His own pleasure is getting closer. His movements get a little harsher. His knot is getting bigger inside you. Making it harder for him to move. He breathes heavily. Moans. With one final push he buries himself inside you to the hilt. Hot liquid fills you.

Covering your walls. He kisses you again and again. Saying words in his tongue.

He stays inside you. Softly he lifts you up and rolls you over. Now on top of him you rest against him. He strokes your head. A pleased smile on his head. Exhaustion crushing over you in an instant.

It was three days until the two of us realized we could communicate by tone. Some tones as I learned previously didn't translate well. My soothing sounds, were not soothing to them. So I tried to adopt their own. Coos and murmurs, it was hard, my vocal chords weren't built for it. But my companion was smart. Their eyes had grown wide and I could see the realization flit across their face. The hisses hadn't meant to been aggressive. They had put a hand to their forehead and made more sounds, excited, relieved. The more I spent time with my companion the more they intrigued me. They had two planes of skin underneath their nose that would twist expressively. At first they would make faces that looked questionable to me. Yet, they would make friendly, cooing noises. Lips, said interstellar species article I found while searching on my com watch. Bipedal aliens covered in semi-elastic skin, typically had lips that surrounded the mouth. It used said lips to help show mood, other than create vocal tones and body language. Smiling, the thing I had seen my new companion do, was an attempt to appear affable, but one would also smile when they were pleased. I tried it once in front of a shiny metal side when they were asleep. I opened my jaws just enough to show rows of teeth. I quickly clamped my jaw shut. It looked as if I was about the begin snarling, truthfully. It didn't look like the other creatures, and certainly did not appear friendly. We were opposites, their smooth skin, to my textured scales. Their short face and small nose compared to my long face and crushing jaws. They were small, I was lumbering. Yet with all of these opposites, we had somehow been able to bridge the gap between our two worlds. My interstellar dictionary had helped, thankfully built into the communication watch. There was no ability for translation no matter how many times I would check. Nor any available frequencies to send messages, I wondered if it was the cell itself, built to disrupt communication.

I wasn't sure where we were, or what day it was. The days felt like they dragged on forever. Food was delivered twice a day through a slot that would yawn open before quickly smoothing over. It was a shock to me then, just as this route had begun to feel normal. The cell, with no doors or windows suddenly yawned open to form an archway. A sentient wearing a battle suit had strode in. Species unknown, bipedal, face covered with a helmet. My partner was tucked in an opposite corner right beside the door. Their head bobbing up, sharing my wide eyed shock.

A weapon was pointed at me, and the stranger, yet in another language, babbled. I only gave the briefest glances at my companion, before getting to my feet, lowering my head, making myself as large as possible, and giving a warning snarl. They were in the perfect position to slip out while I distracted this threat. It may not have been much, but I had grown fond of odd alien. I did not want them to get hurt. What happened next happened in a blur. Instead of sneaking out, my companion had snuck up behind what I presumed was a guard. They shifting their stance before kicking the threat in the back of the legs. The intruder off-balanced and folded. I lunged for the gun, and before I knew it the threat was neutralized. Knocked unconscious with their helmet taken by my companion. They smiled at me, and held out a gloved hand. My yellow eyes glanced from them to the fallen guard. "You are certainly not someone I wish to be aligned against," I growl gently, taking their hand. It was a wild hope that thrashed in my chest as we hand in hand, hurried out of the cell.

Find a place to hide.

Find a place to regroup.

Find a way to communicate more complex ideas.

The cold metal floor bit into your knees as you knelt in the center of the Emperor's throne room.

Hundreds of eyes watched you—his advisors, his generals, his servants.

All of them bore witness to your humiliation. You kept your chin raised, refusing to let them see the crack in your resolve. The rebel leader. The one who had dared to defy the great Emperor Vexis.

And now, here you were, completely bare.

You'd fought hard. You'd led your people with everything you had. And you'd lost.

"What a pretty little thing you are," the Emperor's voice rumbled from the raised dais. "So fierce. So proud. Even now, kneeling naked before your conqueror, you hold your head high."

"Rot in the void, monster," you spat.

He chuckled. "Oh, she has teeth. I like them sharp."

You heard his weight shift on the throne. Emperor Vexis was massive—tall and fat, with a round belly that spoke of indulgence and power. His skin was the color of twilight, mottled with subtle scales that shimmered when he moved. Two curved horns swept back from his temples, and his golden sharp eyes seemed to see straight through your defiance.

He rose from his throne, and you watched him descend the steps. Each footfall was heavy. By the time he stood before you, your neck craned to look up at him, he seemed to fill your entire world.

"You led twenty-three planets against me," he said, reaching down to grip your chin. His fingers were thick, warm. "You killed my soldiers. You destroyed my ships. Do you know what I do to people who defy me, little rebel?"

You yanked your chin from his grasp. "I know what you've done to my people. You'll have to kill me too."

His golden eyes glittered with amusement. "Kill you? Why would I waste such a treasure?" He circled you, and you felt his gaze on your bare back, your exposed ass, the curve of your hips. "No, no. You are far too valuable to waste on death. You will serve as a lesson. A trophy. Every world that thinks to rebel will hear of you. The great leader, stripped and kneeling, owned by her enemy."

Heat flooded your cheeks, but you refused to look away. "I'll never surrender to you."

"Surrender?" He laughed, and the sound was cruel. "Darling, I don't want you to surrender. I want you to scream. I want you to cry. I want everyone who sees you to know that you are mine."

With a snap of his fingers, two guards stepped forward. They were smaller than the Emperor but still massive. They grabbed your arms and hauled you to your feet.

"Bring her to the balcony," he commanded. "Let everyone see what happens to those who oppose me."

The balcony overlooked the capital city. Thousands of citizens milled below, going about their daily lives. They would look up and see you—naked, held by the Emperor's soldiers, completely exposed.

"This is insane," you hissed, struggling against the guards. "You can't—"

"I can do whatever I wish," he interrupted smoothly. "I am Emperor. And you are mine."

They positioned you at the very edge, draping you in reverse over the thick railing, your butt hanging outward. You legs were pried apart by the guards, your holes on full display to the crowd below. You heard whispers, gasps, the murmur of thousands of voices. Your face burned with shame.

Vexis approached. The guards made way for him but continued holding your legs apart. The Empero's hands snaked around you, keeping you safely at the edge of the rail, toes in the air.

You felt his massive body press against you—the soft give of his round belly, the heat of him seeping through his robes. His thick hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh.

"Watch them, little rebel," he murmured. "Watch them see what you've become."

"Go to hell, you fucking lunatic," you snarled.

He laughed again. "I've already been there. I own it now."

One of his hands slid from your hip to your ass, then lower. His thick fingers brushed through the curls between your legs, and you jolted at the contact.

"No—stop—"

"Shh," he soothed, pressing closer. His cock was already hard against your side, an enormous length that seemed impossibly huge even through his robes. "I'm going to show them who you belong to."

His fingers found your pussy lips, spreading them open. You were dry, tense, every muscle in your body screaming to fight. But he was relentless. His thumb found your clit and circled, and you couldn't stop the tiny gasp that escaped your lips.

"There we go," he purred. "Just a little response, isn't that right?"

"Fuck you."

"Already planning on it," he chuckled. He spat directly on your hole and then slid his finger inside you. You clenched around it involuntarily, and he hummed in satisfaction. "So tight. So perfect. Were you saving yourself for someone, little rebel? Some lover back on your planet?"

You bit your lip, refusing to answer. But he didn't seem to need an answer. He pumped his finger slowly, stretching you there for all to see. A second finger joined the first, and you heard yourself whimper. You were wet now...

"There's that sound," he murmured. "I've been dreaming of those sounds."

"Nnngh—stop—I said stop—"

"Did you?" He curled his fingers inside you, hitting a spot that made your vision blur. "Funny, I don't recall you having any authority here."

His thumb pressed harder on your clit, and despite everything, your body betrayed you. More wetness gathered, slicking his fingers. He made a pleased sound.

"Oh, look at that. Your cunt is getting all wet for me. Even when you hate me. Even when you want to kill me. Your body knows what it needs, doesn't it?"

"Shut—ah—shut up—"

He pumped faster, harder, his fingers stretching you open as the crowd watched below. You could hear them—not just whispers, but catcalls, shouts, laughter. The citizens of the capital were being entertained by your shame.

Your thighs trembled. Your knees buckled.

"That's it. Let it happen. Let them see."

Your orgasm built against your will, a rising tide you couldn't stop. You fought it, gritting your teeth, digging your nails into the stone railing.

"Come for me, little rebel," he commanded out loud for everyone to hear. "Come for your Emperor."

The word "come" shattered something in you. You screamed as the orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, and you heard him groan, felt his cock twitch against your side.

"Beautiful," he breathed. "So goddamn beautiful."

When your trembling subsided, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to your lips. His digits were coated in your wetness.

"Taste yourself," he ordered. "Taste what you are now."

You turned your head away, but he grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open. His fingers pushed past your lips, and you tasted salt and tang, the evidence of your own submission.

"Suck," he commanded.

You did. You didn't want to—every instinct screamed against it—but something in his eyes made you obey. You sucked his fingers clean, and he watched with dark approval.

"Good girl," he murmured. "Maybe there's hope for you yet."

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Days passed. Or weeks. You lost track of time in his chambers.

Every morning, you woke naked in his massive bed.

Every morning, he was already awake, watching you with those sharp eyes. His thick hands would find you, stroke you, bring you to climax before you'd even fully opened your eyes.

"You're so beautiful in the morning," he'd murmur as you gasped and writhed beneath his touch. "So soft. So pliant. Don't ever change."

You hated him. You did. But your body didn't seem to get the memo.

At first, you fought him—struggling, cursing, scratching. But he was a fucking lunatic, finding the craziest ways to show you off, to make you climax and melt.

Every time you rebelled against him even the slightest bit, he'd take you to the balcony, pin you down with his bulk, his round belly pressing against your back as he entered you from behind, pounding you for everyone to see.

"Ah—nnngh—" you'd moan despite yourself, your voice hitching with each deep thrust.

"That's it," he'd groan, his huge cock stretching you open, the base of it swelling with that strange knot he possessed. "Scream for me. Let the whole palace hear."

His knot would catch at your entrance, and you'd cry out—half pain, half pleasure—as he pushed past the resistance. Once it was inside, he was locked in place, his seed pumping into you in thick, hot spurts. And he'd feed you what trickled out of his seed, speaking out to the people watching, urging them to watch.

"Mine," he'd growl, force-feeding you his cum with his fingers. "Good girl, letting her Emperor feed her. Good, healthy cum for my little rebel. All mine. Say it."

You never did. But he didn't seem to care. He'd just fuck you again, harder this time, until you were a sobbing mess beneath him.

It was during one of these sessions that he brought you to the throne room.

The court was assembled. Hundreds of nobles, advisors, generals—all of them watched as Vexis settled onto his throne and pulled you onto his lap. His cock was already hard, pressing against your thigh.

"Present yourself," he commanded, arranging you so you faced the court, your legs spread over his. "Let them see."

You opened your mouth to argue, but he chose that moment to slide his thick fingers inside you. Your protest came out as a strangled moan.

"Oh—nngh!"

"Everyone," Vexis announced, his voice carrying across the room. "I'd like you to meet the former leader of the rebellion. She's been... adjusting to her new role quite well."

He pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy and you squirmed in his lap. You were so wet now—you couldn't help it. He'd trained your body to respond to him, to crave his touch even as your mind rebelled.

"Hah—ah—" you panted, gripping the arms of the throne.

"Look at her," Vexis said. "So eager. So desperate. You wouldn't believe this was the same woman who once threatened to cut my head off, would you?"

The court laughed.

"S-stop," you gasped. "Please, not—not here—"

"But here is perfect," he replied, withdrawing his fingers and lining his cock up with your entrance. "I want everyone to see what they're missing. What a rebellious little cunt gets when she defies me."

He pushed inside you in one smooth motion, and you screamed.

"FUUUCK—nnngh—ahhhh!"

Your voice echoed off the high ceiling as he filled you up. His cock was enormous. Long, thick, and barbed in ways that made every nerve in your body light up. His knot pressed at your entrance, not quite pushing in yet.

"Please—" you didn't even know what you were pleading for.

"Please what, little rebel?" He thrust upward, and your body bounced on his lap. His huge belly pressed against your back. "Please fuck you harder? Please make you come in front of the entire court?"

"Yes—nngh—yes—"

He laughed, but it wasn't cruel this time. It was dark and possessive.

"Of course I'll make you come," he murmured against your ear. "I want every single person here to see your face when you fall apart."

One huge hand grabbed your tit while the other found your clit, and he rubbed the two buds roughly as he fucked up into you. The double stimulation was overwhelming. You bucked against him, your body no longer your own.

"Ah—hah—nnngh—I'm—I'm gonna—"

"Come for me," he boomed. "Come for your Emperor."

Your orgasm hit you hard. You screamed, your body arching against his, your pussy clamping down on his cock. He groaned behind you, his massive form shuddering as he pushed his knot past your entrance.

"Fuck—" he hissed. "There you go. Take my knot... so tight—so perfect—"

His seed flooded into you and you felt your belly swell with the sheer volume. He pumped his hips, grinding his knot deeper, and you whimpered at the pressure.

"Ah—nngh—too much—"

"Never too much," he snarled. "You can take it. You're so good at taking it."

You collapsed against him, boneless and trembling. The court was silent. You could feel their eyes on you, hundreds of them, seeing your shame and your pleasure.

"Now," Vexis said, his voice returning to its imperious tone. "Is there any business to discuss?"

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Months later, you were no longer the defiant rebel you once were.

You still argued. You still fought. But it had become... ritualistic. Part of your dynamic. And the truth you couldn't admit aloud was that you'd grown to crave his domination, his ownership, his fat body pressed against yours.

"Come here," he commanded one evening, patting his lap. "Crawl nice and low for me."

You were in his private chambers, a massive room filled with opulent furniture and rich fabrics. The fire crackled in the hearth. You crawled toward him, your naked body moving across the soft rug, and you settled between his legs, your hands resting on his thick thighs.

"Good girl," he praised, stroking your hair. "So well-behaved now."

"I hate you," you said, but the words had no heat.

He chuckled. "I know, little rebel. But let's be honest—you love my cock."

Your cheeks flushed. "I do not."

"Liar." He guided your head down, and you took his cock in your mouth willingly. It was huge, the head bumping the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, and he groaned above you.

"Yes—just like that—"

You bobbed your head, taking him deeper and deeper. His knot was already swelling at the base, and you knew what he wanted. You pulled back, gasping for air.

"Want me to take the knot?" you asked.

His golden eyes blazed with desire. "Please," he begged.

You leaned down again, taking him as deep as you could. Your throat stretched wide. His knot stretched your lips, and you felt your eyes water. But you kept going, taking more and more, until his entire length was inside you.

"Fuck!!" he groaned, his hand fisting in your hair. "So good—so fucking good—"

He came down your throat, and you swallowed every drop. When you pulled back, panting, he pulled you into his lap and kissed you.

"I care about you, little rebel," he murmured against your lips. "You know that, right?"

You blinked. "What?"

"I care about you," he repeated. "I know I'm a monster. I know I took everything from you. But you're the only one who's ever made me feel. I'll make peace with your people. I'll give them amnesty. I'll give them anything if you just stay with me."

"Peace?" you whispered. "You'd really... for me?"

"I'd burn the galaxy for you," he said simply. "And I'd rebuild it too. Just ask."

You stared at him. This massive, terrifying, possessive creature who had broken you and remade you. Who had shown you pleasure you'd never dreamed of.

"Promise me," you said finally. "Promise me they'll be safe."

"Be my Empress and you have my promise," he said, his voice absolute. "I swear it on my throne and my life and my soul."

You leaned forward and kissed him. "Then okay," you whispered. "I'll stay. I'll be your.. Empress."

He pulled you into his arms, his massive body wrapping around you. You felt the press of his skin, his round belly against your stomach.

"Thank you," he breathed. "I'll never let you regret this."

"Prove it," you challenged.

He laughed softly. "I will. Starting now."

In one smooth motion, he flipped you onto your back, your body hitting the floor. His body covered you, his weight a comfort now rather than a threat. His hand slid between your legs, finding your wet folds.

"Ah—" you whimpered.

"What a sloppy little pussy—" he groaned, pressing his thigh between your legs. "Fuck, you're so wet—"

"It's your fault," you panted. "Hah—I can't help it—"

"Good," he growled. "That's exactly how it should be."

He positioned himself at your entrance and thrust ball-deep inside you. You moaned, your back arching, as he filled you completely.

"Nnngh—yes—fuck!"

"So fucking tight—" he grunted. "Mine—all mine—"

"Yours!"

An orgasms broke you apart and his knot began to swell, catching at your entrance. You knew what would happen next—he'd push it in, locking you together, and you'd be stuffed full of his seed until he softened enough to pull out.

"Do it—" you demanded. "Put it in—"

"Bossy little thing—" he chuckled, but he obeyed, pressing his knot past your tight ring of muscle. You sobbed, your nails digging into his back, as he buried himself completely.

"FUCK—" you screamed. "Nnngh—ah!!"

He came with a roar, his cum flooding your pussy. You came again, your body convulsing around his cock. You collapsed together, sweating and panting. His knot kept you connected, and you felt at peace. Right where you belonged.

"I love you," you whispered. "I don't know why. I shouldn't. But I do."

"I love you too, little rebel." He kissed your forehead. "That's all I need."

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Months later, peace was declared. Your people were freed. And you sat on a throne beside him, this time dressed in resplendent robes of silk and gold, a glittering crown on your head.

"Empress," the courtiers called you. "Empress."

You looked at your massive husband and smiled.

"Happy?" he asked.

"Happy," you confirmed.