Zaren tames the Yellow Ranger

The static in Ashley's head cleared for just a moment, long enough for her to realize what she was doing. She was naked. Fully naked, straddling the lap of the alien prince who had kidnapped her, grinding her bare cunt against the outline of his cock like some desperate little slut. Her nipples were hard, her skin flushed, and she could feel her own wetness smeared across the silk of his trousers.

She should stop. She should push away, scream, fight.

She did none of those things. Instead, she rolled her hips again, whimpering at the delicious friction.

“Say it again,” Zaren purred.

His hand tightened on her hip, drawing her even closer. His other hand rose, slow and deliberate, tracing her spine from the curve of her waist to the base of her neck. Each fingertip felt to Ashley like a brand, and she arched into the touch, letting out a small, involuntary moan.

Ashley wanted to say nothing, to claw at his face, to run. But her body had other ideas. Her hips kept moving, grinding against him in slow, desperate circles. Her lips parted.

“Nghhhhh,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

The words poured out of her like water, filthy and shameless, and she should have been horrified. Instead, she felt a rush of relief, the last threads of resistance snapping apart.

Zaren’s lips curved into a slow, smug smile. A flicker of amusement danced in his crimson eyes. “There she is,” he whispered. “I knew she was in there somewhere.”

He closed his arms around her suddenly. Ashley barely had time to gasp before he lifted her from his lap and turned her beneath him, lowering her onto the chaise. The deep red velvet was cool against her bare skin for exactly one heartbeat, before the heat of her body sank into it.

Zaren loomed over her, undoing his belt and trousers with a fluid, predatory grace. She stared up at him, breathing hard, her hands braced against his chest. Push, her mind screamed. Shove. Him. Off.

Instead, her fingers curled against his tunic, fumbling to undo his buttons. His hands joined hers, and soon, the offending fabric was gone. His chest was violet-black, almost iridescent, and the muscles beneath moved like something liquid when he breathed. Ashley's heart hammered, gasping as her eyes trailed downward. He was big. Fuck, he was big, and God, she was dripping for him.

He crawled over her, his body blocking out the light. “Such a needy little slut,” he said, his voice slithery and deep. She spread her legs wide as he teased her, rubbing the head against her clit, pulling a soft sigh from her lips.

With a grin, he pushed inside her. Ashley cried out, her back arching off the chaise as his cock slid through her wet folds, and she tilted her hips up to meet him, hungry and needy and soaked. He was so thick she felt every inch of him stretching her open, filling her completely. Her cunt clenched around him, trying to accommodate his girth.

The first inch stole the cry from her throat and turned it into a moan. By the second, she had her legs wrapped around his waist, and there was no cry left at all. He fucked her slow at first, long strokes that almost left her and then buried home, each one grinding the base of him against her clit. Ashley panted wordlessly with every thrust, unguarded and barefaced, and the sound fed back into her like heat off a stove. His hands seized her hips, and he deepened his thrusts, each stroke stretching her open just a little further.

He savored the way she bucked beneath him. Her tits were slick with sweat now, the titflesh gleaming under the dim light as they bounced with his rhythm. His hands moved south down her sides, finding the curve of her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the supple, juicy orbs.

Zaren’s cockhead kissed her cervix, and Ashley found her voice again, moaning like a wanton whore as pleasure filled her core. “Yes,” she babbled. “Yes, yes, yes, don't stop, please don't stop...”

Ashley squeezed her eyes shut, and just for a second, she saw Andros. Her Andros. She loved him… didn’t she? Yet here she was, wrapped around another man, begging him to keep making her his. It was all happening so fast. And it felt so good.

Zaren leaned closer. That strange scent surrounded her again, warm and dizzying, and Andros was gone. Just Zaren. Zaren and his big, fat, violet cock, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.

Zaren drove into her harder, the angle shifting so his cock dragged along the front wall of her pussy with each stroke. Ashley's mouth fell open, and the sounds coming out of her stopped being words. Her thighs shook. Her toes curled. Something tight and bright was winding up low in her belly, and she reached for it without shame as she met Zaren’s pumps over and over.

“Ohhhhhh God, I'm going to...”

“Cum for me, little Ranger,” Zaren hissed.

She did. She came with his name on her tongue, and her whole body clenched around him at once. Her cunny rippled and squeezed, milking the length of him, and her heels dug into the small of his back as if she could pull him in even deeper. Her perfect, perky tits heaved with every shudder. She said his name again, quieter, like a prayer to something she'd never admit she wanted.

Zaren didn't stop. He fucked her straight through her climax, pounding hard and steady while she quivered and clenched and soaked his cock and the velvet beneath her ass. Every thrust wrung another little aftershock out of her. She was slick to the thighs. The wet slap of him sliding in and out filled the dim chamber; it echoed in her ears, and it only made her hotter.

He finally stopped, pulling himself out of her and drawing a soft “no” from her mouth. She reached down to cradle his cock in her hand, squeezing the side of his shaft. It was bathed in her wetness, and she savored the feel of her arousal on her skin. He looked down at her and she bit her lip, all sweaty and flushed and her hair a total mess.

“Beautiful,” he said. He was barely winded. “An absolute trophy.”

He bent over above her and slid himself inside her again, triggering a loud, staccato whimper from Ashley that he stifled with a hungry, bruising kiss. Ashley looped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips, eagerly accepting his invasion inside her again. He picked her up while he was buried in her, and she clung to him eagerly, rubbing her naked body against her captor in a lewd, sinful embrace.

He carried her effortlessly, and every step he took jostled him inside her. By the time he reached the bed, she was grinding down on him again, cooing into his neck. Zaren caught her by the hip and flipped her over, and Ashley caught herself on her hands and knees.

He pushed her knees apart with one thigh, and she willingly took the cue, arching her back and pushing her ass up for him without being told. Her hair fell forward around her face.

“Please,” she implored again.

He dragged the head of his cock through her folds, slicking it, and she moaned and tried to push back onto it. He pulled away, just enough. “Beg properly.”

“Please fuck me, Zaren, please, I need it, I need your cock, just—”

He shoved in to the hilt.

Ashley's arms gave out. Her face dropped into the silk and her back went concave, and she took him from behind with her cheek mashed against the bedding, moaning into it with every drive of his hips. He fucked her harder in this position. Deeper, too, and she felt it in her stomach, that full, stretched ache that meant he was exactly where he wanted to be. His balls slapped against her clit with each stroke. His hand came down flat on her ass, a sharp crack that made her yelp and clench, and then he did it again on the other side.

“You're going to cum for me again,” he told her, and started slamming the full weight of his hips against her eager pussy, his pelvis clapping against her ass.

Ashley's second orgasm hit harder than the first, rolling through her middle and down her thighs, and she screamed into the sheets with his name tangled up in it. Her cunt clamped down so hard he grunted.

“Good girl,” he said, and drove in deep, and came.

Ashley felt it. Heat spilling into her, pulse after pulse, and she moaned weakly at the sensation. Her hips twitched against him through the last tremor. He stayed buried, grinding slow and shallow, working it as deep as it would go. When he finally pulled out, she felt the trickle of it running down her inner thigh. She just lay there with her legs splayed and her ass still raised, breathing into the sheets. The mist in her head had thinned, just a little. She could almost see the shape of a thought on the other side of it.

Zaren ran a palm down her spine, from nape to tailbone, like a man admiring a horse he'd just broken in. She finally managed to lift her head to look at him, and again, he smiled that smug, arrogant, infuriating smile.

God, she thought. I can’t resist that smile, and she leaned up to kiss him as he joined her on the bed. They swam in the satin sheets, exploring each other’s mouths and bodies for Ashley couldn’t tell how long. Later, she withdrew to Zaren’s personal bath to take a shower, where the alien prince soon joined her and fucked her for a third, glorious time.