A Weapon

Dakar wrapped an arm around the small of Rey’s back, lifted her into the air. In turn she locked her ankles around his waist.

He carried her as they kissed, nothing like Ala’s gentle teasing.

Rey was not entirely inexperienced. There had been several sweaty nights with one of Niima's pilots. And, of course, the weeks she had spent under Zildrog's control, although the memories of that time were murky.

Dakar was fire to everyone else’s glowing embers. He dropped—almost tossed—her from his arms. Rey squealed in frightened shock before landing on soft sheets.

She admired his body from below. Thighs like tree trunks, stomach ridged like a cobbled walkway...

He was on top of her, hot lips sucking gently on her neck. She grasped a muscled arm and marveled at the hardness. He kissed lower, between her small breasts, lower, to her navel. Lower, past her aching sex.

He kissed Rey's toes, her arches, her ankles, up to the inside of her thighs. She gasped and panted at so many new sensations. His tongue passed up her sex again, drew lines of desire along her stomach. At last, he arrived at the outer edges of her sex. Rey shuddered.

Slow as sand dunes ripple across the desert, he approached her clit. One large hand found a breast and squeezed. She covered his hand with her own, her other she used to grasp his head and pull.

He resisted, not yet fulfilling her desire. "Please," she gasped.

At last, he licked from the bottom of her sex to her clit, taking the sensitive ridge of flesh into his mouth, he sucked and licked. Rey groaned, an animal sound she didn't recognize. Without her conscious consent, her hips rolled and thrust against Dakar's expert tongue.

Just when Rey had reached the edge of bliss, Dakar pulled free. "Nooo," Rey whined, drawing the word out in frustration.

He pressed two fingers deep into her mouth, nearly causing her to gag. She didn't care. He could gag her if he wanted, so long as it led to sweet release.

His fingers left her mouth, one entered her pussy. Rey felt her thighs convulse without permission. A second finger, so much longer and larger than Nala's. Dakar curled his fingers inside her, again and again, faster and faster, until Rey was ready to explode.

Dakar pulled out, but Rey wouldn't be denied again. Her own fingers found her sex, it took three to fill the space Dakar's took up. So close!

The sharp sound of his hand on flesh, then stinging fire on the inside of Rey's thigh. She yelped. Pain and anger chased away her orgasm.

She looked down at Dakar with steel in her eyes. He did not flinch away. "Your pleasure is mine to give or take, not yours," he said.

"If you ever—Ow!"

Both thighs now throbbed with Dakar's rough touch. "Say, 'Yes, my King.'"

Rey worked her jaw in fury, but without the ****, and inside this maze of tunnels, she was at his mercy. Still, she struggled to acquiesce. With defiance in her eyes, "Yes, my King."

He held her glare a moment longer, anger of his own within. At last, he kissed her thigh where he had slapped it, massaging with his tongue, before returning to her sex.

For many minutes, Rey fought her body's natural response, but lost. Arousal built up faster than she could tear it down. Your sex is not a weakness, she thought. But a weapon.

But now she was not certain.

Again, she neared the edge. Rey's only hope now was to mask the outward signs and cum before Dakar could notice. It seemed to matter not. She could not contain the convulsing in her thighs, the flexing of her stomach. The noises that she made. He pulled his tongue away. She grabbed fistfuls of bedding to prevent her hands from wandering.

Again, he used her mouth to wet his fingers. Where before he had not quite made her gag, he succeeded now. Rey's eyes brimmed with tears of shame. He's using me like a toy, she though. Like an object.

Worse, she could not deny the affect he had on her body. Every time he brought her close then pulled away, her arousal heightened more. His fingers slid inside again. Every action he now took was cut with an edge of anger. He was rougher, less patient. Her body melted at the treatment.

Close again, again denied. Rey's body glistened with the sweat of her exertion. Dakar took a handful of her hair and pulled her painfully onto her knees. "Do not touch yourself," he said.

As he said it, Rey realized she was about to. What is happening to me? she wondered.

He smacked her legs to shove them wide apart and pulled her hands behind her back. Rey kneeled below is cock. She felt the shameful proof of her arousal dripping down her thighs.

Still, he held her hair, brought her mouth within inches of his cock. She had never tasted one before, but now she had ****. With his free hand he squeezed at the base and pulled, clear liquid dripping out.

"Taste it," he said.

Rey gagged merely at the prospect, tried instinctively to squirm away. A tug of hair brought her eyes up to his. "Do not disobey me."

She glanced at the growing redness of her punished thighs. Rey opened her mouth and licked the fluid from his cock. She gagged again, but only out of reflex, the taste was only salty, nothing more. Another stroke and he fed her more, this time she did not gag.

He pushed his cock past her lips, in and out in shallow thrusts. Slowly, he went deeper. He grunted, and Rey, to her humiliation, felt a wave of arousal in response to his satisfaction.

Deeper, until she had to fight back the urge to gag. Deeper, until she could fight no more. He did not seem to mind her gagging, or the saliva dripping down her chest. He barely gave her time to breathe. Soon, she heaved for lack of air.

For all his exuberant thrusting, she could fit no more than half his length beyond her lips. Less, as his cock hardened even more.

Finally, air, and a moment later, pain in her left breast as he slapped it hard. Rey pulled her hands from between her thighs and clutched her chest. Was I masturbating?

"I told you not to touch yourself." There was real anger in his voice now. "Are you such an animal that you can't stop?"

He pushed her back onto the bed. Rey felt fear, and absurdly, arousal because she was afraid. He wiped his hand down her saliva coated chest. "If you want to behave like an animal. I will treat you like one."

Two fingers stretched her open as they penetrated. His free hand pressed hard against her chest, restricting every breath. He pumped his fingers hard and fast. Pain and pleasure mixed and brought her to the edge in moments. He pulled his fingers free again, which she had expected, then slapped her pussy hard, which she had not. Rey's eyes pinched tight as she hissed against the pain, unable to scream from the pressure on her chest. And then his fingers were back inside her.

If anything, the slap had brought her closer. At long last, he allowed her what she wanted. The orgasm, so intense, was more pain than pleasure. Even after it subsided, he refused to relent the vicious pumping of his fingers, even when she grabbed his wrist to slow him down. He moved his hand from her chest and pushed it hard against her stomach, just above her sex.

Too soon, she was dancing on the edge, sweating and out of breath. Again, she climaxed. To her embarrassment and humiliation, liquid squirted out of her pussy for several moments. Dakar smirked in satisfaction. He took his hand and shoved his fingers in her mouth.

Then Rey was on her stomach, Dakar lifting her hips to prop her onto hands and knees. She felt his engorged organ press against her sex, then enter. She expected it to hurt worse than the metal rod she had been subjected to the other day, but it did not. A detached part of her mind analysed, figured it was because metal had no give, where flesh did.

Dakar entered in slow thrusts, inch by inch until she felt his hips press against her backside. Faster, and she felt ready to cum again.

Is that me moaning so loudly?

He pushed her face into the bedding, thrusting hard and deep. Again she came, her screams muffled by the sheets.

"Yes!" she screamed into the sheets.

He spanked her hard. Once, twice. The pain spread arousal in her sex. He thrust until she came again, then pushed her off him.

Rey lay panting, sweating, until he pulled her back onto her knees. "We are not yet wed, but neither can a King's seed spill on the ground."

Rey scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, until realization dawned. She shook her head, "I don't think—"

But his cock was already in her mouth. She tasted herself on him. The action felt degrading. Then why do you seem to like it so much?

She felt his muscles tense, tried briefly to pull away, but he held her head like a vice. Mercifully, the first forceful stream shot down her throat. But the rest filled her mouth faster than she could swallow, until she had to hold it in her cheeks, fighting off the urge of spit it out. It was bitter, and thick, and salty. It took three gagging swallows to get it down.

Rey thought that would be all when he collapsed beside her on the bed, but he pulled her mouth back onto his cock. "I did not say you could stop."