Charming obedience

Gone is the bravado of earlier, she does her best to keep herself covered when the harem girl costume slips to the floor, but she obediently slides over to the far side of the bed and clutches a pillow to hide behind.

“What are you going to do with me, your Majesty!”

“Well, Miss Miller, I had expected to have a chance to show my Amara that she belongs to me.” I shrug my shoulders and smile wolfishly. “It seems that instead of a chance to prove my love for my straying fiancé I instead will have to vent my anger on her American friend.” Alison's grip on the pillow tightens.

“But I've done nothing wrong!” While this may be true, I doubt that the desert king cares much about anything other than getting his rocks off. I know I don't.

“Come here my lovely,” I pat the bed by my side again. “Once you've felt the power of my royal scepter, you will never want to return to your weak Western lovers.” When she doesn't move, I gently pull the pillow from her arms and press her back against the mattress.

“Please don't do this ...” It isn't much of a protest and even when I pull apart her legs apart, she remains wide-eyed and sweetly compliant. “I don't know what you want me to do...” I am enjoying Alison's efforts to portray the innocent Harlequin heroine, and I remember that my role is to punish this Western whore for her part in my fiancé dumping me for some other man.

“You don't have to do anything by lie there and keep your legs spread.” Alison whimpers softly as I climb between her soft thighs, but she makes no attempt to dislodge me. “It's been almost a year since I've banged a sexy American slut, but I've never had any complaints.” Her toned body tenses when she feels me position my cock against her labia and push in just enough to make sure it doesn't slip out.

“I'm not a slut, Sire. I swear I've never - Aaiaiggh!” Just like in the romance novel I plunge all the way into her tight sex even as she tries once more to convince me of her innocence.

Based on the amount of porn where virgins are taken by dominant Alpha males, I know that deflowering virgins is a trope that many people (both men and women) find exciting. I find the thought that this desert king might take the innocent American without even realizing what he was doing particularly hot. Punishing the innocent bridesmaid like a common whore as she lays there taking my cock has me getting more and more excited.

I take consolation in the fact that I am not actually causing Alison any pain and although she lets out a few whimpers and groans, I know that she is as excited by this little fantasy as I am. It is wildly exciting to ram in and out of this pretty young blonde as she lays there like the heroine from the story letting the powerful Emir have his way with her twitching body.

“Wait, Sire!” Alison gasps into my ear, “I don't want to get pregnant!” If anything, the thought of this slender blonde swelling with a baby **** upon her only adds to my excitement and I hold her tightly as I fill her womb with my cum.

I don't know if it is the idea of being impregnated against her will, or just the natural culmination of this intense coupling, but no sooner that the first jets of hot jizz bathe her insides, I feel Alison convulse in her own climax.