She Wants It Rough

by Meegan Melons

  But I manage to keep it down. I push my head down further, shoving his cock into my esophagus. Matthias moans and grips a clump of hair at the top of my head as his whole dick slips into the warm wetness of my throat.

  I begin bobbing my head up and down along his cock, throwing up more saliva and gushing thick mucous from my nostrils, drenching his trimmed pubes.

  As I work his cock in the depths of my throat, I let my gag reflex squeeze around the length of his dick, trying hard to ignore the swelling pain in my esophagus.

  I gag and choke and cough on his dick. My tongue swirls around in my mouth, teasing along the shaft. Matthias digs his long fingernails deep into my temples and groans. The head of his cock twitches in the back of my throat.

  I am becoming desperate for air. One last stream of spit spews from my lips as I drag my mouth off his dick. Thick strings of saliva cling to his cock as I pull away, until my head is tilted all the way back and I'm gasping for air.

  He picks me up by the waist and carries me over to the worktable. When he tosses me on top of it, the force of my landing sends the lantern smashing to the floor.

  The glass frame shatters, but the tiny candle inside continues to flicker. The dim light flares red against the outline of my curves and Matthias' perfect body.

  He wrestles at my pants, flinging them across the room in one quick motion. He holds my legs back so my knees are at the sides of my head, my big round ass tilted up in the air.

  Then he buries his face in my wetness, lapping and sucking with delight. His tongue licks between my folds and swirls in a figure eight pattern around my clitoris. My hips jolt and my legs spasm in the air.

  My ass bucks against his face with every passionate slurp and suck. Girl juices gush from me and drizzle down my ass crack. Matthias glides the tip of his tongue along my crack, moaning and lapping up my fluids.

  Then he nibbles softly on my clit and the muscles of my core jitter and spasm. My vision blurs.

  When Matthias comes up for air at last, he wipes the wet sheen of my juices around his mouth with the back of his head.

  "You taste sweeter than any honey I have ever tasted..." Did he really mean it? My heart pounds in my chest. Before going down on me again, Matthias drools over my pubic hair. His tongue dances around my pubis, then up and around my belly button.

  When he gets there, his hands find their way to my supple tits. He grips one in each hand and squeezes, slipping his tongue between my wet folds again. The tip of it parts the walls of my entrance, curling and stimulating my insides.

  My back arches and my arms fall loosely over the sides of the narrow table. The tight muscles of my core contract and my ass bucks against his face buried between my thighs.

  "Matthias--I'm--c--cumming!" My whole body shudders and my pussy quivers, gushing a deluge of fluids into his mouth. His tongue waggles and thrusts, sending my legs into a fit of orgasmic twitching.

  I brush fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck, holding him against me as my insides convulse.

  Then my body goes limp. The dim light of the lantern illuminates my heaving breasts as I lie there, basking in the warm glow of ecstasy. When the tremors in my body begin to subside, I reach to guide Matthias by the chin so he's over me.

  I wrap an index finger and thumb around the head of his cock and guide it to my sopping wet entrance. I smile up at him, saying,

  "Matthias... I want you inside me." I feel the ripples of his hard chest rolling over my skin as it skims across my belly. He slips in the wet sheen of my torso until his face is over mine.

  Then he licks the softness of my lips with a slick tongue and I feel his shaft slipping between my folds. Drops of his precum dribble between my thighs and roll down my robust ass cheeks covered in goosebumps.

  I gasp when I feel his girth parting my entrance. My tightness grips around his massive size, compressing his cock as it slips in deeper. I can feel my walls giving way to his enormous dick.

  A thick vein beats against my insides, pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat. Droplets of sweat roll from his bulging pecs and dribble over my round breasts.

  His giant cock spreads me apart; my legs jolt reflexively in the air. I squint hard, trying to hold back the urge to scream. A quiet whimper escapes from my lips instead.

  My arms reach around to hold his clenched ass, encouraging him to go deeper with a gentle tug from behind. I bite down hard on my lip to stop it from trembling.

  "Kat... you are so tight." He groans loud and long. In one sudden thrust, his head slams against my cervix and I wince. It hurts a little at first, but the pain quickly subsides in the euphoric tremors creeping out to my extremities.

  I wrap my legs around Matthias and hold him in a sweaty embrace. I never want him to pull out. It just feels too good to let him do that...

  "Matthias, I--don't want you to pull out."

  "But, Kat... you could get--"I squeeze him tighter with the legs and arms wrapped around his body, holding him against me with all my strength.

  "It will be okay... do it Matthias... please?" Matthias' pelvis continues drilling into me with its rhythmic thrusting. The remaining honey jars on the table topple over and shatter.

  My long auburn hair is plastered to my face by sweat. I squeeze and relax my limbs around his body in time with his aggressive humping. Matthias beats against my cervix with reckless abandon. He grunts and huffs, squinting in focused concentration, desperate to stop himself from cumming.

  My tight walls clench around the whole of his stiff dick as it plunges itself in and out of me. My hips rock against him in the air, coaxing the head to squirt his seed into me. Then I feel it twitching in the very depths of my pussy.

  "I can't hold it any... Kat, I think I'm--I'm gonna cum!" He pins my hands down against the desk, committing himself with a final impaling thrust. His body convulses on top of me; his legs quake beneath him. I squeeze my legs tight around his ass when I feel his thick, warm spunk flooding my uterus. An explosion of orgasmic energy bursts within the depths of my core.

  We moan loud together while our bodies tremble against each other.

  My walls continue their tight contractions around his cock, milking every last drop of his hot load deep inside me. Matthias's knees buckle and his full weight collapses on top of me.

  In a groan of resignation, his head drops to my chest and his cheek slips in in the sweat of my breasts. I hold him there, twirling a finger in his dark hair while he listens to my thumping heartbeat.

  Matthias has almost certainly impregnated me. Being a virgin until now, I've never had a reason to use birth control. A bit of his cum dribbles out from me and rolls off his ball sac. As we lie together in our tight embrace, I can't help but wonder if our child will be like him--whatever he is.

  Matthias has taken my virginity, but at the same time, he has awoken a passion within me I never knew was there. I want to travel with him, tasting the honeys of the world and learning the subtleties of flavor. Now that I bear his child, Matthias will protect me and be my guardian. My whole world is about to change.

  CLAIMED BY THE ALIEN PRINCE

  CHAPTER ONE

  News of the turmoil raging across my planet flashes across the vid screen dead center of the comm station. With the king dead the people want a prince that will give them an heir but I'm not that prince.

  At least, not yet.

  Hope soars as my ship comes into a standard orbit above the big blue planet my father calls - called - earth. From this vantage point it looks like a rock intermingled with flowing water.

  Cool, blue, soothing water. Water so cold it could douse the fire raging inside me. Since my father's illness took up most of my time sensual pleasures had no place in my life.

  Pent up sexual energy along with a need to find a bride leave me needing cold showers most days. I need to jump into the hunt for a bride. Not just a bride. A queen.

  I walk away from the vid screen, the stories of civil unrest and saddens me. A once nob
le and proud people the citizens of Dal'Atar now scramble with fear of the unknown.

  Without an heir I could be the last king. Guilt gnaws at me that I'm still without a wife, without an heir. I thought I had all the time in the world. Now duty threatens to strangle me. The urge to find a queen foremost in my thoughts I push the news out my mind.

  The door to the command center swooshes open just as I'm about to leave. Rel, my second smothers a surprised look. "Your majesty, what brings you to the command center?"

  "Relax, Rel, I'm not staying. I'm heading to the observation deck."

  "Of course. I will let you know if there is anymore news."

  I wave noncommittally and leave the command center to the trained officers. The ship is a maze of corridors that all look the same but for small details that the casual observer often miss.

  I walk down the corridors with ease until I reach the observation deck. The best deck on the entire ship. From here I can see everything that is going on down on the planet. Whatever planet we happen to be hovering above. The door swishes open and I hold my breath, hoping I'll be alone.

  For once. Inside the darkened interior I sense no other presence. My eyes adjust to the light quickly and I scan the area. No one.

  Finally alone with my thoughts I pull up the view screens showcasing areas of the planet's northern hemisphere from the dozen or so cameras pointing down from the belly of the ship.

  The swish of the door behind me causes a muscle in my jaw to twitch. Before turning around I know my second is standing there. Ever hovering. I'm sick and tired of the endless prattling about my royal duty.

  Rel means well and I know my people need a prince who will provide stability in the face of my father's death. They need a prince who will provide an heir. This planet is my last hope of finding a queen. Rel rushes up to me and hands me another read out of the turmoil back home.

  "I literally just left the comm station, Rel."

  At least he has the good sense to nod, bow slightly and keep his gaze focused on the ground. My anger at a boiling point I'm looking for any reason to get into a fight.

  I have specific needs when it comes to a queen. I can't settle for just anyone. Humans are the most compatible with my race and since coming here so often with my father I've grown accustomed to their physical traits.

  "Yes, your majesty. I merely wanted to impress upon you the urgency of your quest to find a queen."

  "I'm working on it."

  I zoom the cameras in closer to the planet, drilling down until I see in great detail a busy restaurant with a variety of clientele milling about.

  A flash of yellow at the back of the establishment catches my attention and my balls immediately tighten. My cock grows and hardens. A breathtaking beauty stands outside rubbing her arms for warmth in the cool air.

  A check of the readout on the vid screen tells me it's cold down there. Cold enough for a coat and boots.

  Yet the woman in yellow stands in a short sleeve shirt and black skirt rubbing bare arms and taking deep breaths. Her full hips bring images of hot, urgent sex to my mind. Her curves make my mouth water.

  A cascade of dark hair drapes over her shoulder, lifted by a breeze that makes her shiver. Her generous breasts make me want to fondle them. As if attuned to my thoughts her nipples harden into peaks visible through the thin barrier of her yellow shirt.

  I know it's the cold, the wind puckering her nipples but I don't care. I imagine suckling them, her head lolling back in passion as she moans arching into my mouth.

  "I'm going to the planet."

  "Very good, your majesty. I will let teleporter services know you're on your way."

  "You do that. And make sure all but essential personnel are evacuated from that deck."

  I rush out of the observation deck with images of the woman in yellow racing through my mind. A glimpse of her isn't enough. I need to know all about her. Need to feel those curves under me as I plunge into her.

  I've never had such an immediate reaction to a female before. I take it as a good sign. I just hope the woman is open to a relationship with an alien. Some species know they weren't the only life form in the universe.

  Others still live in the dark until they're ready for such knowledge. I can't remember which one earth is but it doesn't matter. Soon, she will know aliens are real. And hopefully, soon, I'll be marrying a human.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The trip to the teleport area seems to take forever. Up thirty decks from my current location I contemplate the lift then dismiss it. At this point I don't want to give any of my people a false sense of hope.

  Too many questions will be tossed at me if they see me going to a deck I rarely visit. After all this searching I'd never found a female I'd wanted to meet before now.

  Images of her writhing underneath me fill my mind and make my cock harder. I picture plunging into her hard and deep. Her moans of pleasure, the teasing smile on her face encouraging me to take her hard and fast. I picture her belly swollen with my child. The planet finally at rest when they see her rounded stomach and smiling face.

  Her delicate hands gently caressing her growing belly.

  I make a side trip to my suite to change clothes into something more appropriate for twenty-first century earth. About to leave, I remember they still use currency to pay for goods and services.

  I scramble through the room trying to remember where my father hid the earth artifacts that he used each visit. Upon his death all access had been transferred to me so when I finally find the stash my thumbprint opens the container.

  I grab a handful of money and some plastic rectangular objects. Ready to teleport now I hurry down the corridor taking the back way to the teleport deck.

  Arriving a few minutes later I hold my breath as the doors swish open. Had Rel cleared everyone out? Will I be bombarded with questions about why I'm going to the planet?

  Inside the brightly lit room two operators look up at me. Their smiles tell me Rel spilled the beans about my intention. They say nothing as I step on the dais and nod. The first operator presses a button and I dematerialize with a hiss.

  A few seconds later I re-materialize about fifty feet away from the restaurant.

  I pat my chest, my legs, grab my cock to make sure everything is still in place. Satisfied the teleporter put me back together properly I start walking to the restaurant wondering if she'll still be outside shivering.

  Shit. I should have brought a coat. Now that I look down at my outfit I realize my mistake. Yes, I'm wearing thick pants, a dress shirt fitting this time period but no coat. No boots. Able to withstand drastic temperatures my body regulates itself so I'm comfortable.

  I yank open the door of the restaurant. It creeks in protest. The interior is dark, inadequate lighting not able to chase the shadows away. I pause in the doorway waiting for my eyes to adjust.

  A film covers them allowing me to see in the dark. After a few seconds I can see the entire restaurant as if a hundred lights blazed. A petite brunette smiles at me, her eyes wide. By earth standards I suppose I'm what you would call attractive.

  Remembering to adjust my skin color to earth tones, I change from my normal blue hue to Caucasian before I get too close to the hostess stand.

  "Dinner for one? Or are you expecting someone to join you?" She's grabbing a menu as she talks.

  "Just me." I spot the woman in yellow among all the other waitresses in yellow. Despite wearing the same clothes she stands out among them. A little thicker around the waist, rounded hips, plump breasts—she put the rail thin waitresses to shame.

  "I'd like to sit in her section," I say pointing to my future queen.

  "Claire? Sure. She a friend of yours?"

  "We're going to be much more than that." I wink at her. The moment she understands my meaning she smiles.

  "She's a great girl. Good luck. Follow me."

  I follow the hostess toward the back of the restaurant. She stops at a booth, gestures to the seat and puts the menu on
the table. "Claire will be right over."

  Though she has a smile plastered on her face as she races back and forth between tables vying for her attention I can feel the tension pouring off Claire's body in waves.

  Her shoulder muscles bunch, her forehead wrinkles. I catch a slight grimace before she rubs the back of her neck and disappears into the kitchen area. The restaurant is packed. I should have taken that into account. Friday evening just before seven people wanted to eat.

  Never having tried earth food I peruse the menu trying to decide what to gamble my life on. I miss the delicacies of Dal'Atar. The sooner I can accomplish my mission the sooner I can return.