Thragg

It had been days since you had become Thragg’s willing prisoner—having to stick by his side or locked inside his chambers, so he could be sure you weren’t telling the truth to anyone. You’d agreed to that and deserved as much, you thought, considering how you had already crossed him once. And yet, despite the situation, your relationship had never felt better, in a way. There were no more lies between the two of you; any question you’d had, he replied truthfully. You found out two things this way: he was really good at monologues—you had a hunch that was the case; and… Viltrumite culture was not as bad as you could have imagined, it was way worse. But when he spoke to you now, you could feel the hesitation in his voice. The pauses when he was unsure if he should say the gruesome details out loud, the look of guilt that he couldn’t quite hide when his eyes met yours.

He had told you his first victim was one of his own peers, barely a kid, one he’d killed during training. He didn’t mean to, and at the time he did feel sorry for him. When that happened, Thragg himself wasn’t even a teenager yet, although he wasn’t sure of exactly how old he was. He’d developed his powers way earlier than the others, unexpectedly, and… it just happened. Back then, it was a crime for Viltrumites to kill one another. One punished with execution, and it had doomed on him pretty quickly that… that was it. He was going to be executed, despite having just proven his strength. Despite being strong enough to be worthy of living, he was doomed to die. Only, Emperor Argall himself spared him. 

«I can almost still feel the same fear I held in my heart when I kneeled in front of him in the throne room, my hands handcuffed together. I felt like I wanted to cry, and I remember my vision getting blurry as I stared down at the floor beneath me, bowing my head in submission.» «That was the first and last time I thought I would die, and I was terrified. Not of death itself, no, rather of having failed him. I knew my role, I knew why I existed—and yet I made a mistake, and killed one of our own. And yet, he pardoned me. He came down from his throne, placed a hand on my head and told me I shall not be executed—that my crime was forgiven.» «He spared my life, showed me mercy. Yet years later, when he died, my first order was to cull the weak. I killed so many of my own people, ordered them to kill one another. Because my own mercy had meant his undoing, because the Emperor was dead due to my own weakness… and I could not afford that, not again. So I ordered to kill them, every last one of them. Those who now I’d say were… too human. How ironic.»

His words, the way he almost didn’t dare look you in the eyes as he spoke, it all stuck to you like glue. Dense, uncomfortable and viscous, coating your every thought. Even now that you were alone, lying on his bed, you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep. To think that him—and every other Viltrumite, had lived like that for so long. It was brutal, it was barbaric, your stomach twisting just at the thought of how much pain and hurt they had brought into the universe. And yet you couldn’t bring yourself to hate them. Even Omni-Man—or rather, Nolan. Despite all the people he’d killed, you felt sorry for him. The crimes, the horrors every last one of them had committed, they were unforgivable. And yet you couldn’t bring yourself to blame them completely.

You were curious as to why Thaedus had deflected—you had to ask Thragg for his name directly, otherwise he would refuse to address him like that. You’ll never know the answer since the man was dead, but Thragg could recall him having come back from a mission being… more merciful than he was before. He remembered him questioning Argall’s orders, trying to mitigate his iron fist rule upon lesser beings, before his ideas were shut down and Argall asked Thragg if they should get rid of him. And Thragg… gave him another chance, one that cost the Emperor his life. A mistake he could not forgive himself for.

Yet another reason why you couldn’t blame them—you couldn’t blame him. If all they had ever known was violence and hate, how could one expect them to change with no outside help? Humans were like that, too, right? Not on the same scale, but people who only know violence will perpetrate such violence again and again and again because that’s just what normal is to them. Both Thaedus and Nolan had changed only after coming in contact with something, or rather, someone that managed to change their point of view. Someone who was able to show them how wrong they were in their beliefs, and that they could do better—be better. It takes time, and help, and therapy to break such cycles—and Viltrumites were alone in their own brutality, so how could anyone expect them to change on their own? But now, now that they could choose to be better…  And Thragg was right, they were superior to humans (and pretty much everyone in the universe from what you could tell). You could only imagine the wonders they could do, if only they devoted their lives to doing good. If they shared their science and knowledge, in exchange getting to keep their species alive and prospering, in harmony with all of the others. Utopian, maybe, but you’ve always been hopelessly positive at heart. So you set your mind straight, you’d do what you could to help. And now you really, really wanted to go to talk to Thragg.

You pushed yourself up to sit on the bed, staring at the main problem you were facing now: you were locked inside his chambers. It was night, 00:12am to be precise—Thragg had let you keep your phone since it was basically just a clock now that it had no connection, the moon being a little too far away from Earth to communicate with your peers back home. At night, you were always alone here. Viltrumites didn’t need to sleep so he’d let you sleep there, all by yourself, and only came by in the next morning to bring you breakfast. You looked up, scanning every corner of the room where cameras might have been. Maybe he was keeping an eye on you, you thought as you waved and asked to be let out. Not that you could see anything even remotely similar to a camera: the walls were just that, walls, flat and smooth. But, you thought to yourself, their technology was so advanced that probably any kind of spying device was so small you couldn’t see it, or maybe they were invisible altogether.

Even basic things such as their clothes were so advanced compared to the ones you were used to. Thragg gave you some uniforms to change into—as much as you liked the Care Bears shirt, you very much preferred to be at least completely covered. And those uniforms were one size fits all, and they did fit you perfectly. Almost like a second skin, only you couldn’t even feel them on yours—it really felt as if you were naked, but you were not. They didn’t feel warm nor cold, just right. And whatever the material was, it felt as smooth as silk yet way more sturdy and flexible at the same time.

Still, as you moved and talked hoping to get Thragg’s attention by some hyper-advanced camera hidden in the room, nothing happened. If he was keeping an eye on you, he didn’t bother letting you out. You sighed as you stared at the door on the other end of the room—the one thing separating you from being able to explore the ship freely and reach him wherever he was. Maybe he did leave someone to guard you? Maybe if you asked them gently—or if you banged on the door hard enough and screamed your lungs out, they’d let you go. Or at least they’d call Thragg?  You wouldn’t know until you tried, so you got up on your feet and walked towards the door. Stopping a couple of steps away from it and breathing in, fist raising up to knock on it—better to start asking in a civil way rather than scream right away, you thought. One step closer, and «Oh,» you exclaimed, the door sliding open in front of you. Had he forgotten to lock it shut when he left? Didn’t matter, luck was on your side for once and you were not about to turn it down.

You followed the main corridor, your footsteps as quiet as a cat’s. All thanks to the soles of the boots you were wearing. You had asked Thragg why they walked most of the time rather than flying—if you could fly, you’d probably never walk ever again. Yet they acted like space pigeons, strolling around rather than hovering or flying. And Thragg didn’t really have an answer to that. He’d told you that most tall buildings on Viltrum didn’t have stairs and were designed to have the top floors accessible by flight, but most of them also had elevators for the other species and Viltrumites used them, too. Out of habit, walking was for the short to medium distances, while flying was for the long ones.

After a few minutes of walking around, you came to the realization that you had no idea where you were. Or where Thragg was, for what mattered.  You had half-expected to have a guard or two come barreling down the corridor to stop you and drag you back into Thragg’s quarters, but that didn’t happen, no. Instead, you were somewhere on the ship, in a corridor that was the exact copy as the one before, and probably the spitting image of the next one as well. You definitely should’ve paid more attention when Thragg brought you along with him, but alas you did not. There were a few doors on each side of the hallways, but it was night and you would’ve felt quite bad to startle someone in their sleep. Plus, since Viltrumites didn’t sleep, you were bound to meet someone around sooner or later, weren’t you? They weren’t on Earth all the time, Thragg had told you, so you had hope you’d meet someone. Although you had no clue how big the ship actually was, or how many different levels or floors it had—from all you knew maybe you were locked in an isolated floor, all by yourself, one only Thragg could walk in and out of. But right now, all you could do was look around and hope to either find someone or the way to Thragg, so you kept on going.

Once again, luck was on your side. It wasn’t much longer until you saw someone walk out one of the rooms—an alien that looked very similar to the one Thragg had screamed against a few days prior. As you called for them, waving at them, you tried to see if you could recognize them or if they did recognize you—which they didn’t. It must’ve been one of the same species, but not the one you’d met, you noted. Their eyes looked just slightly more orange, but apart from that they looked pretty similar to one another. If you were to interact with different species, you had to learn how to tell them apart—it wouldn’t have been nice to mistake them for one another, would it?  With that thought on the back of your mind, you introduced yourself and asked the whereabouts of the Grand Regent (using that term to address Thragg still felt weird on your tongue). «Yes, yes I know who you are,» the alien nodded, seemingly rather excited to meet you. «I am known as T’vul. The Grand Regent must be on the upper floors—I can’t accompany you all the way there, but I can show you how to reach him.»

You accepted, and they gestured for you to follow them. They moved quickly, swaying as they went in a way that must have been natural for them—the long vest they wore making you wonder if they had tentacles for legs, or if maybe they were hovering. You listened attentively as they told you how the ship was divided, where you were and where Thragg probably was at that moment. You were in one of the upper levels, near the front of the ship. All you had to do was find an elevator—T’vul showed you how to differentiate them from normal doors, they had small, touch-sensitive pads on their right to recall them—, get to the main bridge and head towards the throne room. The small, bumpy patterns on each side of the hallways signaled towards the bow and stern of the ship. Having someone tell you all those little details definitely helped you with learning how to orientate yourself there. T’vul bowed their head as you reached the elevator, telling you that they couldn’t proceed further. 

You stared at the elevator doors as they closed, waving goodbye at the alien before your ride took you up to the level you needed to reach. You were so focused on getting to Thragg that you were starting to realize you had no real plan on what to tell him—or rather how to tell him all the things you wanted to say. You weren’t half as eloquent as he was, you knew you’d probably scatter sentences and… you were starting to wonder if maybe you should look for a pen and paper to put your thoughts down before meeting him. Your heart was beating faster in your chest as you wondered if he’d get angry that you left your room. You weren’t supposed to, true, but he was the one who forgot to lock it, wasn’t he? The elevator beeped, signaling you had arrived at your destination. «One thing at a time,» you muttered to yourself, watching as the doors slid open and… you met a familiar face.

Kregg stood in front of you, stiff as a statue. His hands behind his back, his posture as perfect as that of a soldier at attention. You could see his good eye widening a bit as he took you in, before his attitude changed completely. He smiled warmly at you, relaxing his shoulders and arms, becoming a much more approachable man in a matter of moments. «You look good in white,» he acknowledged, his words sincere. «You… too,» was all you could reply. You knew he was a Viltrumite, and still you did not expect to see him at all. You hadn’t so far, at least. «Please, don’t- don’t tell Tania any of this. It’s a talk I have to give her,» he was quick to add, looking apologetic. With puppy eyes, almost—it was criminal how he managed to pull that look off, you really felt as if you’d kicked a dog in the ribs as you stared at him. «Okay, but… you really have to talk to her,» you admonished him, feeling a bit bad as he nodded, still looking like a wet pup. «I’m looking for Thragg, can you bring me to him?» «Of course,» Kregg nodded again, this time giving you a smile.

He turned around, looking above his shoulder at you to make sure you were following him—his posture going back to that of a soldier as he walked in silence. You wanted to ask him many, many things. Thragg had told you a lot about his own history and that of the Empire, but you were so curious to hear those of other people as well. And you wanted to ask him if he really liked living on Earth, if he really loved Tania. If he really thought Thragg could change as much as he did—if he himself really did change as much as it seemed, or if it was all just a farce. And you also wanted to ask if he could see out of his mechanical eye, and if he kept it on even on Earth. And if he picked the color red to be more intimidating or just because he liked it. You shook your head as you trailed behind him, you’ll have time to ask him all the trivial or serious things you wanted to in the future. Now, you’d better focus on what you wanted to say to Thragg.

It took the two of you but a couple of minutes before Kregg stopped in front of a set of doors, turning around to look at you. «He’s in here,» he explained, stepping aside as he gestured for you to walk in. You thanked him before getting closer to the doors, them opening up for you as soon as the sensor picked up your presence. And you stepped in the throne room, taking a peek behind you just in time to meet Kregg’s gaze as the doors slid shut with a soft hum.

The throne room. You knew it existed, but Thragg had never brought you there. He’d told you he used it to speak to all of his people together—a rare occurrence now that everyone was busy with their lives on Earth. It was exactly as you’d pictured it: the biggest room you’d seen on the ship, pristine as all the others. A throne on one side, the floor underneath it a step higher than the rest. Opposite to it, a massive window that overlooked Earth. The view was breathtaking as ever. It didn’t matter that you’d seen it before, it still didn’t fail to give you goosebumps. And Thragg was there, standing still. Arms folded behind his back as he looked at your planet, not even turning around to look who’d walked inside. He was wearing the same clothes he wore the first time you’d seen him there. The long, grey gown reaching the floor, a metallic (yet incredibly flexible, you’d learnt as he let you hold it once when you asked him to) belt and the mostly red shirt on top, a stark contrast to the rest of the ship and the people on board of it.

Red was the color of the head of the Empire, he’d explained to you. Reserved only to the Emperor and his guards, back in the days, and now exclusive to the Grand Regent himself. When you told him Nolan had a red and white superhero suit on Earth, he’d raised his brows. Maybe destiny was a thing, after all, Thragg had said, accompanying the small joke with a half-smile, albeit not an honest one. He was supposed to wear a cape as well—a deep red one with white fur on top. It was lost on him to whose creature that fur belonged to, but from what he could recall it was something akin of what humans saw as gods, a beast that Argall himself had defeated in his youth. He made such cape out of it, a cape that had assumed a heavy meaning over the years. A piece of clothing reserved only to the rightful Emperor or Regent of the Empire. A cape that Thragg had stopped wearing the moment he’d discovered the truth about Nolan’s lineage.

You were fast asleep, the day tiring as you looked after your children while your mate took care of business somewhere quite far away. You tried to stay awake and wait for him, but you were way too tired and ended up falling asleep on the bed, the twins sleeping soundly in their own room. You only started to come through when you felt a prickling sensation up your inner thigh, body turning a bit as you moved your hand to swat away what you assumed was a fly. But your hand connected with something else instead. «Mmmh, I thought you would have liked to be woken up like this.» Thragg’s voice was amused, your palm on his cheek as you groggily opened one eye to look at him. «Was I wrong, my heart?» «Sorry,» you muttered as he tilted his face to press a kiss to the palm of your hand, cradling it with his own. «Quiet, you did not hurt me. Relax,» he cooed, letting go of your hand before parting your legs more, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs to make room for himself. «Let me show you how much I missed you.»

You nodded, a small, content sound leaving your lips as he pressed one, then two and then three kisses to your inner thigh—mustache prickling your skin as goosebumps raised in the wake of his lips, the ghost of his breath on your warm skin making the anticipation grow inside you. Slowly, tantalizingly so, his lips found your core. He pressed yet another kiss here, his eyes drinking in your figure as he teased you from above the fabric of your panties. «The beauty you hold will never cease to mesmerize me, my heart.» Another kiss followed his words, fingers pressing into your skin. He could be so gentle for someone so big and ruthless, he could be so tender with you and you alone. His big, calloused hands caressed your skin up to the hem of your panties, peeling them off of your body to reveal your core to him, in all of its glory. Still half-asleep, you moved one hand to caress his head—fingers running through his short hair, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the room as a small, little smile formed on his lips. You basked in your view as much as he basked on his, but only for a moment. For he really did miss you, and he shall not wait any longer to show you just how much.

He delved in, strong tongue running flat up your slit to your clit, making you hum in pleasure. Your thighs resting on his shoulders, he started to eat you out like a man famished. His eyes never leaving your face, observing how your face changed with the pleasure he gave you. His tongue delving between your folds before pressing inside, coating him in your nectar—your taste that he adored so. You buckled up against him, looking for more friction as your hand on his head urged him to give you more. And he aimed to please, one hand moving closer to your core and his thick fingers soon taking the place of his tongue inside you, while his lips inched higher until they closed around your sensible clit. «Aah- Thragg,» you moaned, calling his name with the reverence of something sacred. Like a prayer, hoping your god would be merciful enough to grant you what you so desired. How he loved to watch you bite your lip as you clenched around his fingers—him knowing your body like the palm of his hands, skilled digits caressing and pressing against your G-spot as his mouth still sucked on you. Your face contorting in bliss as you moaned and writhed, coming on him and coating him in your sweet, sweet juices.

He only pulled away when you begged him too, your body too overstimulated for your own good—but you both knew that he was not going to stop there. His fingers still deep inside you, scissoring and stretching you as he pulled his lips away—not before giving your core a parting kiss. And then he blanketed you, lips crashing on yours as he forced your mouth open. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he ravished your mouth, biting and drinking you in, leaving you without breath as your hands held onto him for dear life.

As the kiss ended you were breathing heavily, eyes hooded as you looked at him—your regent, your mate, the father of your children. The one you loved more than life itself. «I shall breed you, tonight,» and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he would. «Mhm, that sounds like a good plan to me,» you cooed, smiling up at him as you cupped his cheek. You didn’t need you to agree, you were his mate—that was your role. Yet for some reason, pride swelled in his chest at the knowledge that you wanted to be there. To lie underneath him, to be full of him, to carry his children. And that made his cock throb in return, his body desperate to be where it belonged—in you.

He pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, sucking them clean before his hands moved to his belt, undoing his clothes just enough to free himself. He was hard, his composure faltering as trepidation took over. He lifted your hips up with one hand, tilting you so he was just right—sliding against your folds, up and down, making you squirm.  «Take all of me,» he ordered, breath hot against your ear as he sank into you with one smooth thrust, hips flushed against you as you wrapped your legs around his waist so tight, urging him impossibly closer. You’d never get used to the feeling of having him so deep inside of you, filling you completely. It felt so right, his body hot against yours as the bed creaked under the weight of your bodies and the force of his thrusts. «Soon,» he spoke, voice low between the soft grunts that dropped from his parted lips, «you’ll be carrying another little one.» You nodded as you moaned, eyes closed as he peppered you in kisses and sweet promises. «Swollen with my seed, creating life,» his hips snapping hard against you, sinking you deeper into the mattress as you held onto him, «my precious, little mate.»

You flutter around him, clenching as he hit all the sweet, sweet spots that were so needy to be caressed. Filling you whole every time he pushed, making you see stars as you couldn’t but call for his name. Until his lips found yours once more, holding your words and soft sounds hostage—gulping them down as if he needed them to live and breathe. Him deep inside of you, his hands holding your body like a delicate treasure as he ravished your mouth—and you came around him, clamping down and feeling him follow you suit. His spent filling you as his movements stuttered and stopped, lips leaving you just enough for the two of you to breathe as he pressed his forehead to yours. «Take it all, my heart,» his breath heavy, your body trembling yet milking him for all he was worth and then some.

Minutes passed as the two of you rested like that, in silence and in the bliss of such intimacy. Until you felt him slowly grow soft inside of you, and he pulled out. Sitting back on his hunches, he couldn’t help but look as his seed flowed out of you, dripping down to your ass. But before it could fall, he gathered it up on his fingers and pressed them back inside of you, making you gasp. «This shall not go to waste,» he hummed, looking at how stunning you were in the afterglow of your shared pleasure. And that was all he needed to feel another jolt of energy and desire traveling through him. To see you like that—to know he made you like that, out of breath and flustered, full of him.

-Thragg is surprisingly gentle but intense at the same time

-Tell him what makes you ready for mating and he’ll do it. He’s worried that he might hurt you if he isn’t careful about your “alien” anatomy

-Whether its licking your pussy and sucking on your clit while maintaining direct eye contact with you. Or licking your asshole to prepare you while you squirm in his arms

-And you’ll need to prepare for him because he’s massive. He’s around 9” and thick as fuck💔

-The first time you mate with him, even with all the preparation, you felt like you were going to split apart. You felt like his cock was pounding your guts in

-While you’re under him, barely able to speak from it all, he’s silent above you and thrusting in and out of you

-Sex feels good to him, you’re so warm and tight and his cock is swelling so much inside of you

-He’s hasn’t jerked off since he was a juvenile and since he’s never mated before, he has forgotten how good it feels to release his seed

-Thragg has to grab the bed frame above you, if he grabbed you with this strength, he’ll surely break you

-It takes him 30 minutes of pounding for him to finally cum inside of you,

-Cums gallons inside of you, his cum pours and squirts out of you when he finally pulls out

-If you hadn’t passed out, congratulations! He immediately leaves you to work because sex is over now and he’s got work to do 😑

-If you had passed out, there’s a good chance you’ll be greeted by the servants who were ordered to take care of you

-Either way, the only aftercare you get is from servants

-Despite his apparent coldness, he thinks about the encounter the entire day as he works

-It felt so good… not just the sex part but you wrapping your arms and legs around him and embracing him as he fucked you

-Thinking about the encounter makes his cock twitch and he finds it annoying as he’s trying to rule