what if thragg finds his little concubine mating with another viltrumite 💔 what do you think would happen
yeah it's wraps 💔
warnings: violence, dubcon, fuck around and you will unfortunately find out
thragg comes back from a long 'diplomatic' visit to a colony a couple light years away, a routine visit, nothing out of the ordinary. what's different this time is that he's left you alone in the palace while he tends to business. you'll be fine, you'll entertain yourself with all the babies he's been giving you, another perfect progeny inside your womb now. you're a simple thing, you'll probably just sit there and cry until he gets back... that gets him hard just thinking about it.
so imagine his surprise when he comes back after weeks away with an aching cock that he hasn't bothered to touch, knowing damn well it's a waste of seed when he's not inside his favourite little broodmare, and you're in HIS chamber getting spitroasted by two of his generals? choking and slobbering happily around another viltrumite's cock, while another pounds into you from behind, a set of chisled hips that aren't your emperor's slamming against your perfect ass as the pussy reserved for the highest being in the universe is defiled by inferior seed, with his child inside your womb? and the glee in those big wide eyes of yours while you let it happen!
he makes quick work of those other men, men he had once held in high esteem: two movements that surpass the speed of sound, and you're left empty, on all fours besides two piles of gore. you scream, but thragg's already tackled you and got you by the throat, squeezing ever tighter as you whine and cry for him, babbling excuses. you were so lonely, he was gone so long, those men were simply keeping you warm and ready for his return... he'd hear none of it, his expression blank, the only thing giving him away is the twitch of his eyelid, enough to make your blood run cold.
he should be choking you until you pass out, letting you wake up, and choking you again, seeing as you loved suffocating on a stranger's cock. but no, he thinks of his spawn inside you...
he's silent as his hand forces its way between your legs, his hand shoving inside your little pussy abruptly, four fingers digging inside you and dragging in and out, scooping out as much of that inferior cum as he can, not being able to stand putting his cock in you when you had allowed your diamond of a pussy to be polluted like that. he inspects your cervix roughly, making you cry out for him, those sobs and yelps for mercy and forgiveness falling on deaf ears as he fingers you until your juices coat his forearm. when they run clear, he knows you're ready for him to fuck raw. his schedule shall be put on hold for the next month, and each day he'll subject your weak-willed, needy, pathetic pussy to these inspections.
after all, if you think HE is replacable, perhaps you need a reminder of exactly what your purpose is, and how little your individuality and life beyond being an incubator for his spawn really matters to him.
