23. Roxanne

Chapter 23

Roxanne

Tyrannicide

A drenaline pumps through my veins. I can barely describe the dizzying rollercoaster of emotions watching Krogoth nearly die, but then turning the tables at the last moment. It was so shocking it stunned me and most of the audience in the spectator booths to silence. My heart threatens to burst with pride at watching my man defeat the murderous Golden Warrior. Krogoth truly is an unstoppable force of nature and has fought so hard for me; I want to hold him and never let go.

I turn to see the disgusting loathsome Tensin squirming in his gaudy golden throne, totally distraught at losing. Of course, the despicable wretch is trying to renege on the agreement. His dozen guards rush to the arena grounds to carry out his orders. Two shimmering translucent forms fire blue bolts of super-hot energy into the guards, turning many of them into sickening blue masses of steaming matter. As the shimmering forms take shape, I see a half cape and… green hair? Xandor! He and another warrior wade in, attacking the guards who are clearly no match for their ferocious strength. Thank the void, Krogoth isn't on his own out there!

The clash of battle throws the spectators upon the booths into utter chaos. Screams pierce the air and echo through the arena. The fighting fills my ears as the translucent forms of Xandor and the other Klendathians viciously tear apart the guards one by one, using their fearsome, brutal blue energy claws.

Amidst the bedlam, Tensin barks orders with a manic desperation, his eyes bulging with fear and anger. I instinctively pick up the fork from the table and look at it in my hand, contemplating using it on the bloated ‘master.' Then I catch sight of the copper snake-like form of Farangis. Her eyes bore into Tensin, full of rank hatred. She deserves this more than me. I hand her the fork. Without a word, she drives it into his chubby arm with such force she destroys his golden wrist console. He roars in pain, but before he can react, Farangis plunges the fork into his body again and again, over and over, hissing with pure hatred for the abuse and torture she has endured.

It's not long before Znat and Gums join in. Gums leaps onto Tensin from the back and sinks her remaining teeth into his swollen neck. Znat laughs manically like she's escaped from a prison for the criminally insane as she climbs atop the throne, trying to stump all her tiny weight down onto the beast. He screams in pain, his gurgled pleas for mercy becoming weaker and weaker. I turn my eyes from the gruesome scene but do not begrudge the pretties their righteous anger. Amongst some of the spectators, other alien concubines, inspired by the assault on Tensin, begin attacking their owners too. It's a scene of total madness the likes of which can only come about from the most repressed hatred boiling to the surface.

The sounds of the dying and the smell of blood leaves me feeling nauseous. I just want to find Krogoth so we can leave this place behind forever. I hope none of the guards get to him. Better for them if they don't, on second thought. I hurry down the stone steps. My breathing is haggard as I anxiously pass through the dark tunnel that leads to the arena entrance. It's not long before I can see the silhouette of a huge hulking form ripping a metal gate off its hinges.

Approaching the massive figure before me, my heart swells with anticipation. As I draw closer, I realize that the hulking brute is indeed Krogoth. He catches sight of me as well and removes his war mask, sprinting towards me at a blinding pace. In no time at all, he scoops me up in his immense arms and spins me around, leaving me dizzy. Tears well up in my eyes as I speak, my voice quivering. "I didn't think you'd come for me."

Krogoth sets me down and tenderly strokes my hair, his broad smile beaming. I'm so overwhelmed with relief, I collapse into his arms, finally free from the torturous life that awaited me. He embraces me gently, his arms now tender where they were once lethal weapons that crushed the life of the Golden Warrior. "I will always come for you. You're safe now, tiny Pebbles," he assures me as he continues to stroke my hair.

"I… thought for a moment during the fight that you were going to lose," I confess, wiping away tears. "And he was about to kill you. I couldn't bear it, Krogoth." The memory brings on fresh sobs.

"Don't cry, my beautiful Pebbles. There was never any doubt," he says with such conviction, I almost believe him.

I cling to him like a life raft in a stormy ocean, and he sweeps me off my feet, carrying me effortlessly as he leads us back down the arena tunnel. "Let's get off this accursed ship," he declares, his words carrying the weight of determination. The sound of his footsteps, the touch of his brawny arms, the sight of his smiling face, the taste of salt from my tears, and the feeling of relief flood my senses all at once. Finally, I feel like I'm going home.

***

Back on Krogoth's ship, he and I are in the decontamination chamber where all this madness first began. It seems so long ago now that I was trying to sneak past the hulking form of Krogoth, unsure who or what he even was, but now I stand behind him as the warm waters bathe us both together as we stand completely naked in the misty room. I stroke his back, taking care not to touch the large fresh wound. "That looks bad, Krogoth. We should get you to a healing pod as soon as possible. I'm sure Astraxius could fix you up?" I say with concern in my voice.

"Astraxius is with the ancestors now, Pebbles… I was too late to save him," Krogoth explains, tilting his head downwards, his voice softer.

My heart sinks at the loss of the kindly old Klendathian, and also for the loss of a dear friend to Krogoth. "Ah, Krogoth, I'm so sorry. I had hoped maybe with the healing pods he would survive…" I say, hoping my words bring him some comfort.

"Thank you. Xandor and I have already spoken the words of passing, and we will honor him and the others when we return to Klendathor." He regains his composure again before saying, "Astraxius watches over us now and would rejoice to see us happy and together."

He turns around, his muscular body towering over me, his large hardening cock almost rubbing against my boobs. Oh, my! "The back wound isn't the worst wound I've received." He takes my hand and places it on his chest. I can feel his hard muscle ripple beneath my touch as he moves our hands down his body, tracing the deep claw marks on his skin.

The scars are truly shocking. "What could have done this to you, some kind of monster?" I ask, my breath quickening.

"You could say that." He chuckles. "It was War Chieftain Gorexius." His intense purple eyes fix on me with hunger. The water from the showers flattens his glossy black hair against his head and neck.

"Who's -" As I open my mouth to speak, Krogoth leans in and rubs his flat nose against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Before I know it, his lips are on mine, and I'm unable to resist. At first, I'm taken aback by the suddenness of the kiss, but soon I surrender, allowing him full access to my mouth.

As our tongues tangle, I feel the texture of his lips against mine, soft and full. The taste of him, a combination of the water and the metallic tang of his skin, fills my senses, leaving me wanting more. I can feel the warmth of his large hand cupping the side of my face, and the roughness of his thumb as he gently caresses my cheek.

The sound of our kissing fills the air, a soft symphony of wet, smooching noises. And as I breathe in his scent, a mix of musk and salt, I feel his body heat radiating against me, making me aware of every inch of our physical connection.

For a moment, it's just the two of us in this decontamination chamber, lost in our own world of sensation and pleasure. And as we finally pull away, I'm left breathless and wanting more, but we have to talk.

Before he can make any more advances, I push against his body with my arms and interject, "You could have taken me with you…to Terminus Exile Station, I mean."

He raises an eyebrow in amusement, his two front fangs showing as he mocks me. "No, it was far too dangerous. Besides, knowing you, you would have stolen the nearest ship and gone on a joyride back to Earth."

I snigger mockingly. "Better to leave me on a ship attacked by a horde of murderous insectoid aliens?" I feign upset from my face and voice. Now I'm safe in Krogoth's arms. "I was taken prisoner… again!"

A smile spreads across Krogoth's face. "You might feel differently if you had come." He counts with the fingers on his hand. "First there was the Orison Gang, led by the largest Tuskarian I've ever seen. They tried hacking us to pieces in a back alley. Xandor got a good kicking there." He laughs.

What's a Tuskarian?

Krogoth continues, counting on his next finger."Next was the Lunar Dreams. A brothel." He shudders. "Insects and bondage are all—"

I interject, trying to sound shocked. "Wait. You were in a brothel? While the disgusting sex pest master held me prisoner on his golden rape ship, you and the boys were screwing around… literally?" I finish, smiling at Krogoth, knowing there was no way he would have been up to any shenanigans.

Krogoth laughs heartily and steps closer once more, his presence filling my senses. I can feel the heat emanating from his body, the muscles in his arms and chest taut and firm. His scent fills my nose, and I can hear the low rumble of his laughter vibrating through his chest.

As he moves in closer, I can see the amusement dancing in his purple eyes, and I feel the warmth of his breath against my face. And as he whispers in my ear, "Let me make it up to you," I shiver with anticipation.

I gasp as he leans down and begins slowly kissing along my neck. His large hands moving to the small of my back, tracing his fingers lightly down to the rounds of my buttocks, he gives them a gentle squeeze; I feel the heat building in me as each light kiss sends pleasure coursing through me. I let out a little moan, which spurs him on, his actions becoming keener. He moves his kissing further down my chest. The softness of his hair brushing against my skin sends a tingle across my skin. His hands stroking the back of my thighs, I feel myself beginning to shake at the overwhelming feelings; I lean into him, stroking his broad shoulders as he takes a knee, his great height preventing him from reaching what he desires.

My back arches as his tongue finds my erect nipple, the new intense feeling adding to the building torrent of sensations. "Pebbles, your breasts are a gift from the Gods." He smiles cheekily, his purple eyes looking up at me. I gasp as he pinches them with his folded lips, pulling back gently before he eagerly lashes them with flicks of his tongue. I can feel my womanhood become slick, hungering for more of his attention. My strokes on his shoulder become a tightening grip as I try to withstand his eager lust.

"Your scent is intoxicating. I must taste it!" His bold words, a promise of such delights, cause me to gasp with anticipation. His kisses travel further south, passing my belly. Suddenly, with incredible strength, he lifts my legs over his shoulders, using his huge hands on my ass, with my back to the wall and his beautiful face opposite my eager opening. He kisses and licks the inside of my thighs, getting closer to my wet pussy before turning to the other thigh, teasing me. The yearning I feel for his tongue to enter me becomes unbearable. As if sensing my desperate need, he places a light kiss on my clit. The touch ripples over me as I moan, hoping to draw him deeper into me.

His tongue traces the outside of my hungry wetness, lashing it up and down. My thighs squeeze so hard I worry I might hurt him, but I cannot help myself. The waves of pleasure crashing into me build ever further. "Your cunt tastes like the sweetest nectar," he says as his eyes bore into me, undeterred by the vice-like grip of my thighs.

"Your tongue feels so good, Korgy," I squeak out amid my panting. He gently sucks my clit before boldly pushing his tongue into my glistening pussy. My back arches against the hard wall with my hands, desperately trying to steady myself amid the pleasant downpour from the shower. "Yes!" The sensations build to a beautiful crescendo, my body taut and flushed, the feelings climbing higher and higher.

His tongue hungrily flicks in and out of my womanhood. The deep, full feeling his tongue elicits takes my breath away as he switches from the outside to the inside. Feeling overwhelmed by the assault, I use my hands to grip his glossy, wet black hair. The explosive sensation erupts inside me, screaming as my orgasm sends spasms of pleasure washing through me in throbbing waves of hot intensity. My body shudders against him. I feel so light and free, the weight of the world lifts for a few moments of pure bliss. The tingly feeling vibrates throughout my body, as the only sound is my rasping breath and the soft sound of water falling from the shower.

It feels like an eternity before he gently sets me down from his shoulders. I stand on slightly shaky legs. He steadies me with a hand on my shoulder. "Delicious," he says, smiling, flashing his large fangs before kissing me on the forehead. I feel his huge erect cock brushing up against my breasts. The sheer size of it is breathtaking. It dwarfs any other man's cock by a large margin. The thick shaft and head are so wide I'm not sure if my two hands could wrap around its girth. It glistens as the shower water bounces off it. Ridges and bumpy bits dot it from the bottom to tip, the length longer than my wrist. Such a huge and powerful cock should frighten me, but I don't care if it's too big! I Just want to feel him slide it in, filling every part of me. I want him to fuck me, so he knows I'm his woman, and he's my man. To hear him cry out in pleasure as my pussy draws out his seed.

I reach out to touch the hulking member, stroking it. It feels incredibly hard. Krogoth lets out a moan, breathing fast, his purple eyes misting strangely. Before he promptly snaps back to his senses. "No, Pebbles, you are not ready." He steps back.

"Krogoth, I don't care, I just want you inside me." I step towards him, squeezing myself against him.

"I long for it too, beautiful, but I would never hurt you." He places his large hand to the side of my face, stroking it."We need to continue your training." He gently applies pressure to my back. "Get on your knees."

"I wish all my training was this fun." I giggle as I eagerly obey his command, readily expecting more of his lovely attentions.

"Gods, the sight of your sexy buttocks in the shower awaiting my touch." He makes a noise of frustration. "We need to complete your training soon, for my sake." He laughs.

I feel his hand stroking and kneading my backside. It feels nice as I lower my head to the ground, arching my back, giving him an eyeful of what his big cock is missing. Maybe I can tease him to skip the training ! He strokes the back of my thigh gently; the sensation brings heat back to my wet pussy.

I slowly wiggle my bum at him, giggling slyly. "You're being a naughty student," he says, gripping one of my butt cheeks more firmly, holding it in place.

"Oh yeah, what's the teacher going to—" I gasp as I feel his tongue brazenly stroke the outside of my already juicy lower lips. The surprise and pleasure bring out unbidden moans, the warm moistness of it feeling so good. "Now who's being naughty?" I ask, my head looking back to see him smiling cheekily.

Already, I regret the loss of his tongue on me as he pulls his head back, but it's not long until I feel him rubbing two fingers, stroking the length of my hot pussy. I gasp in expectation, realizing just how big his hands and fingers are. He gently lines up his two fingers to my opening, gently guiding them inside. My cunt gives way eagerly to accommodate my man, making a sopping wet sound as it hungrily takes him in. The feeling of fullness directs waves of pleasure building within me. As he reaches maximum depth with his fingers, he retracts them again. "You're the naughty one. Your cunt is so eager to learn." He speeds up his two fingers.

They feel amazing as they slickly pass in and out of my pussy. The sensations cause me to cry out in desire. "More!" I long for his fingers, missing the building pleasure as he removes them. Nervous excitement wells up inside me as I look over my shoulder to see he's about to insert three of his fingers. I inhale sharply as he starts slowly sliding his fingers inside. "Easy. Easy," I repeat, taking a deep breath to help relax the slightly uncomfortable but pleasurable sensation rushing through me. My pussy walls relax, accommodating the extra girth. I feel so incredibly full. Never have I ever had something so big inside me.

As he reaches the full length of his fingers, he gasps in amazement. "Such a talented student you are, Pebbles," he says approvingly. I'm taken aback by the pride I feel at his praise. He glides his fingers back and forth, speeding up with each thrust. Unbridled moans escape from me, becoming more and more intense as he builds up the speed and force of his insertions.

It's not long before my body tingles, the pleasure shooting pulsating waves throughout me. My hands form into tight fists as my whole body fills with a taut pressure that is increasing with every new thrust of Krogoth's fingers. I imagine he is fucking me with his gigantic cock, longing to feel even a fa?ade of the real thing. "Fuck me, Krogoth! Make me come," I scream between gasping moans.

It spurs Krogoth on as his speed reaches ever increasing heights. The intensity of it sends me over the edge of no return. As my body shudders under the explosive tension erupting from my pussy, spreading to the rest of my body, I collapse onto the floor, turning onto my back, panting as the amazing tingles dance throughout me.

After a few moments of quiet, Krogoth breaks the silence with a smile and offers me a hand up. "You sound so sexy when you come," he says. As he hoists me up, his enormous arms envelop me in a warm embrace, practically holding me up.

"Thanks, but my lady bits are tender now," I reply, laughing. He kisses me on the forehead and gazes at me with his intense purple eyes hungrily.

"You did so well," he murmurs. "It won't belong now before you are fully trained."

I could get used to this.