Eimelle felt the strong hands of her captor wrap around her horns as he used them somewhat like handles as he bucked his hips towards her. Hesitating only slightly at the command to masturbate while she pleasured him, the hand that was not occupied with his cock disappeared between her legs rubbing against her bare sex.

After he pulled her head up, so that she was looking at his face, she nodded gently at the question making sure that her teeth did not move to roughly against the hot, throbbing member.

He grinned at the shy nod, taking it as a personal invitation to skull fuck the hell out of her. Moving his hips quickly and powerfully, he pushed it in, nearly to the brink of suffocation. The Horanian's large, violet eyes reflected shock and frustration at the forceful pistoning.

Crush's movements only increased in force and speed as the familar feeling of orgasm made threat, sharp teeth grit together as the muscle pulsed, filling with semen.

The demon's tail, long been ignored so far, lazily slunk around the petite young alien. Its tip ran down her back and over her wings, exploring the unfamilar species. It quickly lost interest and trailed down to her ass, softly rubbing against the pert muscles. Without warning, it drew back and snapped forward against her ass with all the force of a whip crack!

The resulting scream of surprise sent the demon over the unstable edge into orgasm, he pulled his hips back, the first few streams of cum shooting into her throat and onto her tongue. The unrelenting surge continued as he pulled out of her mouth to aim at her awaiting face. The rest of the demonic semen landed upon her regal features, her forehead, lips and cheeks covered with the hot spunk. He kept a good hold on her horns, watching her chest heave for air as the cum dripped down her face.

Looking up to the camera, he smiled at it and briefly flashed a very anime-esque victory sign. Reaching over to the console, he paused the video.

"Get up, and do you know what a cigarette is?"

Standing up with his order after the brutal fucking of her mouth as cum was rolling in waves down her face, and the sensitive flesh of her round ass stinging painfully from the crack of the whip like tail. She had continued to masturbate however, not hearing an order to stop and not wanting to risk an angry outburst from him. Thinking as he asked her about cigarettes she figured that he wanted her to speak so she said tentatively, "Those things people smoke to relieve stress? I've seen people with them before."

The demon's head throbbed slightly, he had been smoking alot, it was his way of coping with the odd feeling of space travel. He looked at her for a moment and sauntered over, watching her play with herself with interest. A smile passed his lips at her obedience.

"With that response, I'm guessing you don't have any."

Stepping around behind her, he calmly pressed his chest against her wings and back, his hands reaching up to cup her ample breasts.

"I'm curious, why does that...Klare person hate you? Did you do something horrible to her? Take her mate and fuck him? You really give great blowjobs, you must give alot..."

He pinched her nipples between his index and middle fingers as he played with her breasts. His questions were asked with a sweet tone, but the questions themselves were humilating and personal.

"Nope."

Feeling his muscular chest pressing up against her back, pushing against her wings as he reached around to toy with her large orbs. Her fingers still working at her now wet cunt she said "Well...she is quite a bit older then me so I don't know the whole story but from what my late husband told me she had always wanted to be the Queen but he knew she just wanted to rule so he turned her down instead giving her the position in command of the military. Years later the king met me and not long after professed his love for me and wanted me to be his wife."

"I'm not sure if he noticed but at our wedding, Klare had one of the darkest glares I have ever seen on her face when I looked at her. After a couple years of happy life the king died leaving me alone and in the situation that led me into this predicament." she said, finally wrapping up her story. Blushing at the second question she said "Well Yeah I have given quite a few. As the king always asked for one before he had a particularly stressful meeting."

She was quite honest as her naivete lead her to believe that if she was cooperative that he would be easier to deal with.

Crush listened maybe the first 7 or 8 words of her story and lost interest quickly. He knew all of this nonsense came down to several deadly sins: jealousy and greed. His employer wanted to be royalty for the power, and was furious with jealousy that some ditzy chick did it with such ease. The camera rolled on, its LED red eye staring at them.

He could feel the sexual excitement building in his stomach as he pressed his dick to her full, round ass. Black, thick blood rushed to his loins once again. Against her ass, a hardness and throbbing heat, an ominous reminder to her that he wasn't near finished. Leaning in closer to her ear, he blew warm air into it. "What would happen if a pornographic movie featuring you was released to your people? Would they lose their respect for you? Hate you?"

His tail slowly slunk up her body, wrapping itself around her stomach. It radiated a dizzying heat and gently squeezed, as if to make sure she was still there. "I'm not too pressed for cash, maybe I'll do you a favor, and just keep this tape for myself.." His right hand trailed down to meet hers, holding it for a gentle moment. He could feel her heart racing, she was nervous and scared, and suddenly hopeful. "I'll tell you my decision later..now touch your toes." His tail released her, he placed one hand on the back of her neck, the other on her lower back. Impatiently pushing her down untill she was touching her toes, her ass displayed for him. He spread her legs wider apart, taking a good look at her gleaming pussy.