by Loki Renard
“General Kash,” she said, inclining her head slightly in a gesture of acknowledgment. “How nice to see you again.”
Kash turned to Alistair, his rough brows rising to his hairline. “You have taken the governor’s daughter prisoner?”
“Oh, no,” Alistair shook his head. “I have not taken your governor’s daughter as a prisoner. I have taken her as my pet.”
There was an incredulous silence, as each of the men took in Celeste’s beauty and undeniable status. Alistair knew they did not believe it, even though they saw it with their own eyes.
The room was so quiet, sounds of breathing could be heard as the generals took in the rather impressive and beautiful sight of Celeste standing there in the cage. Even Alistair took a moment to look at her with fresh eyes, and was proud of what he saw. She had blossomed in his care. She still had a regal bearing, but none of the haughtiness that used to make her look more severe than she really was. There was a spirit and a life to her, sparkling in her gorgeous eyes as she glanced at him, then let her gaze run over the assembled generals with an arch, flirtatious expression that did not fail to get their attentions.
“She is mine,” he said as all around him, jaws slowly dropped. “You see, gentlemen, you have come here on the errand of a man who does not protect his own. A man who abandoned his only daughter, and now seeks to sacrifice her, and an entire planet to protect his own fragile ego.”
“Is the cage to protect her from you, or the other way around?”
Chortles went through the crowd as one grinning general threw out the challenge Alistair had always known would come. It was never going to be sufficient to show them Celeste in a cage. They would need a demonstration of her total submission.
“On your knees, pet.”
Celeste’s pretty eyes met his, a flash of what looked like rebellion concerning him for a moment. It passed quickly as she sank to her knees in silent obedience. Out of sight of the men, he flickered a wink at her. She smiled briefly, before assuming a more subdued expression.
He took his cock out and pressed the head between the bars of the cage. “Suck me, pet.”
Nobody was laughing anymore. They watched with hushed reverence as Celeste opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips with an eagerness that could never have been faked. The movement of her body, the roll of her hips, the resulting swish of the tail riding high in her bottom, her reaction was one of total desire to please, touching the very core of submission.
* * *
Celeste had not known if she were truly capable of what Alistair had asked of her before the invasion began, but as he looked down at her with a loving, dominant gaze she found that it would have been harder to resist his orders than follow them. Waiting in the cage, knowing she was going to be displayed had made her wet long before the doors to the room opened and the generals filed in, powerful men she had met before, but never like this.
Alistair thrust his hips forward, making her take his shaft deeper in her mouth. She felt the thick head of his cock sliding to the very back of her tongue as he filled her long and slow. Though she could sense the eyes of the generals on her, hers were locked on Alistair. He was all that mattered, following his lead, pleasing him as his pet. Their lives and the lives of everyone and everything on the planet depended on it.
Every motion she made caused the tail to sway back and forth both inside and outside her bottom. She had been unable to stop squirming when Alistair had put it in before she was put in the cage. He had spanked her lightly and warned her to stay still unless she wanted to be presented with a red bottom and then she had tried her best to stay still as the thick rubber intrusion had slowly slid past the tight ring of muscle and he’d seated it inside her.
Now there was a certain comfort to being filled in both her mouth and her bottom. It gave her a craving for the slippery slit between her lips to be stretched around the cock she was sucking with enthusiasm.
He pulled his cock abruptly from her lips, his shaft gleaming as he looked down at her with dominant desire.
“I want to fuck you, pet.”
That was all the order she needed. She swung around so her bottom was pressed against the hard bars. Alistair reached through, large hands clamping her waist as he pressed the thick head of his cock deep into her glistening pussy. He began to fuck her through the cage as she presented herself willingly, her shoulders dropping lower as she moaned her pleasure, bottom held high, his cock penetrating her deeply as all around them the eyes of the twelve generals focused on her nubile body.
The first time she had been publicly taken, she had been consumed with embarrassment. Now, Celeste was beyond embarrassment. She had transcended that emotional response the moment she’d realized that it was admiration and jealousy registering on the faces of the men around her. They desired her, yes, but more than that they desired the kind of control Alistair had over her; they wanted a woman as beautiful, as willing, as simultaneously wild and tame as she was.
His cock plunged in and out of her as she felt the cool bars on her bottom, her flesh pressed hard against the barriers, which did not stop Alistair from sinking deep inside her hot depths. She looked up and saw the men ranged around the cage, met their eyes and felt her cunt clench with excitement as she began to relish being on display.
“Good pet,” Alistair praised, pulling out of her before either of them were sated. He threw open the cage door, grasped her by the hips, flipped her over, and pulled her toward him so she was lying on her back at the edge of the plinth as he drove himself deep inside her, his cock commanding her pussy, the plug in her rear filling her ass in the most pleasurable way, tail cascading down over the edge of the plinth as she spread her legs wide.
He rolled her clit between his fingers, parting her lower lips to inspect her pussy and show her off to the eager male eyes who were locked on her well fucked sex. Over and over again he thrust deep inside her, her pink lips wrapping around him, the jeweled bud of her clit gleaming with her own wetness.
Celeste moaned softly, unable to deny the pleasure he was unleashing in her. She might have been his captive pet, the daughter of his enemy, but Alistair was fucking her with a passion and adoration that drove her toward climax before the eyes of the assembled generals. He must have sensed it in the quivering of her cunt and the blushing of her body.
“Come for me, pet,” he ordered. “Come for me and show these men what a good little pet you are for me. Show them how I own every part of you.”
His hand slapped her clit lightly, just hard enough to send sparks of sharp desire through her entire body. Alistair’s cock was starting to swell and she knew his seed was about to flood her vulnerable, bare pussy. He alternately slapped and strummed her clit, driving her toward a climax that was utterly out of her control. She began to moan and cry out at the top of her lungs, thighs trembling, breasts bouncing, her body covered in a sheen of sweaty desire as the orgasm he had commanded ripped through her.
A moment later, he let out a roar and thrust deep inside her, locking his cock against her womb as his cum bathed her pussy in thick spurting waves that filled her. He gave a few more thrusts, foaming his cum and her juices into a warm creamy mark of domination that trickled from her plainly well fucked pussy as he pulled out and left her lying there for a moment or two, an ecstatic expression on her face, her puffy, slick, hot pussy dripping his seed.
“The governor left his daughter to me,” Alistair declared as she lay there, dazed by the power of her climax. “And I have made her mine. She is strong and she is proud, but she needs a powerful hand. My hand. But what of us? We have been ruled by weakness and greed for far too long. We have become the pawns of a man who trades the lives of our men for his own glory, who plunders our planets for their resources and leaves nothing but craters in their wake. It is time we took the glory for ourselves, the lives of our people to heart, the fates and fortunes of those we protect lie in our hands. I have been called warlord. I embrace the title, and I ask you to
join with me as we become the lords of war, the masters of our realms.”
A cheer went up from the men. There was an air of lust in the room, not only lust for sex, but for life itself. For battle, for triumph, for a new, bold regime.
Alistair looked down at her with tender eyes as he pulled her up and kissed her thoroughly, wrapping his cloak around her to provide warmth, closeness, and modesty in one motion. Celeste pressed close to him as he stroked her hair and pressed affectionate kisses to her cheeks and lips.
“What you have seen today is the conception of a new order,” Alistair declared. “The governor’s daughter has chosen to be my pet. To serve me. Who do you choose to follow? A man who could not protect his only daughter? Or the man who has made her his own? What do you choose for yourselves? A future of wine, women, and victory? Or long days bending to the will of a coward who sends you and your men into battle for the most petty of his desires? I ask you to ally with me, so that you may serve yourselves. Choose now, either to leave this planet a smoldering husk, and be the governor’s dogs of war, taking scraps from his table, kicked regularly, and put down when you get too sick, old, or vicious to be of use to him… or be something more.”
Kash let out a bellow of a laugh, reached out and grasped Alistair’s hand. “I will stand with you, brother.”
“And I!”
“I will too.”
“Yes!”
One by one the generals joined in pledging their allegiance, not to Alistair, but to themselves.
“There will remain an alliance between us,” Alistair declared. “But no man shall bow to another. No man is above, no man is below. All thirteen of us have an equal say in all matters.”
There was a rumbling of agreement.
“Enjoy the hospitality Vector Prime has to offer,” Alistair said. “In the morning we will draft a new constitution. Tonight we celebrate this new alliance.”
* * *
A short hour later, Celeste found herself once more in the grand arena, sitting on Alistair’s lap as the drums thundered their celebration into the night. Dancers twirled, music played, and people from outlying villages and towns poured in, a steady stream of humanity heeding the call of the drums to celebrate the dawn of a new era.
“My father isn’t going to like what you did today,” Celeste murmured as she watched the scene unfold. Her heart was full, but she knew their struggles were not yet over. In some ways, they never would be. “He will be furious. He will seek revenge.”
“Perhaps,” Alistair said, pressing his mouth to her neck. “But with no armies, no office, no income from taxes, I do not think he will be in a position to do harm for a very long time. He has been effectively conquered, whether he calls himself governor or not.”
“And you did it all without spilling a drop of blood. The warlord becomes the diplomat,” she teased.
Alistair wrapped his arms around her and kissed her thoroughly, drawling loving words against her lips. “And the lady becomes the pet.”
The End
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