She said nothing, only parted her lips and did as told. It felt crazy, getting a ruler of an entire species to suck him off.
Her mouth was soft, wet, but tight, and the heat? Unnatural. Her lips closed around him, and the sensation hit him like a wave. It felt like sinking into a hot bath while getting a blowjob at the same time. Her glistening golden lips created a seal that made his cock throb violently.
"F-Fuck," he exhaled, gripping her hair as his hips gave a slow forward thrust.
Her mouth worked with a rhythm, precise but almost clinical. She looked up at him with those wide, gold-flecked eyes, as if studying his every twitch, every sound.
He could see her cheeks hollowing slightly with each movement, her tight mouth dragging back just enough to make his tip pop against her lips, then sinking down again. Over and over, without a sound of protest from her stuffed throat. He almost wanted to shove himself deeper, recklessly go as far as her little mouth could take him.
Something began to stir inside her. A strange heat coiled in her lower belly, foreign, distracting. It pulsed softly at first, but grew with every inch of him she took into her mouth. Her breath shortened, and for the first time, she wasn't focused on data or muscle responses. She was feeling something.
A yearning. A fluttering ache between her thighs she couldn't name. It was intoxicating and utterly new. Her thighs shifted slightly, her golden skin almost shimmering under the rise of something inside.
Tony's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her gently back and forth. Her pouting lips wrapped perfectly around him, stretched slightly, and it made his pulse race. He couldn't get over how hot her mouth was. He felt like he was melting inside her, every nerve sizzling like copper wires sparking. Her tongue felt feverish, wildly lathering around him. It was too good, too relaxing, he was almost drowning in a daze.
"Okay…" Tony finally breathed out, trying not to blow too early. "That's… more than e–enough study for now."
He pulled back with a soft pop, his cock glistening, wet with her spit. He reached down, took her by the hands, and pulled her up to her feet. Then he guided her back onto the golden bed.
Her body fell back elegantly, like a painting in motion, eyes still watching his every move. Her legs parted at the edge without a second thought, spreading them wide like she'd done it a thousand times, even though this was her first time. She was just too sensual for her own good.
Tony dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, slid his hands under her thighs, and lowered his face between her legs. Her folds were so perfectly smooth, her slit glistening now with an alien dew that shimmered faintly in the light.
His extended tongue made contact with her lower lips, and he hummed in surprise. He never knew an alien pussy could taste sweet, like a ripe fruit freshly picked.
Tony's mouth landed between her thighs, tongue sliding into that smooth, golden slit. There was no clit, no hood to part, but that didn't stop him. He flicked and circled her golden gates, tasting the alien sweetness pooling down there.
Her fingers found his hair, gripping, combing. She didn't moan, but her breaths came hard, trembling out of her chest like she was being held back from breaking apart. Her body reacted on its own, a slow sensual tickle that crept up her quivering body and hardened her trembling peaks.
He grinned against her twitching pussy.
Even without the usual parts, she responded just like any woman. Her hips tilted subtly, chasing his tongue. Each lap, each long, slow lick along the folds made her pant through her nose. She was soaking, and he was obsessed. This was science and sin, and he was studying every wet inch like it was classified.
"Normally one would use protection, but since you want the whole thing—this is it," Tony muttered, rising from the floor.
He lined up, cock heavy and glistening, rubbing it along her glimmering golden pussy lips. "It might sting a little."
Her legs were hoisted high, the back of her thighs pressed to his chest as he stood at the bed's edge. Her ass cradled against him, his cock nudging her warm, damp entrance, hot and pulsing. Slowly, he pushed forward and immediately hissed.
She was scorching hot, not like humans, but more. Tight. Unbelievably soft. Her walls rippled like silk heat, hugging him in waves. He gasped, hips stalling from the intensity. It was like fucking a living heatpack, eagerly kneading around his cockhead.
Deeper, he pressed on. Her insides clenched hard, trembling around him. He struck something tight and solid. A barrier. The virgin wall, a little deeper than earthlings', but thoroughly more wet and gripping.
His eyes flicked up; Ayesha was staring back, eyes wide, brows drawn, breath shaky.
He kept going, jaw clenched as he struggled to stay in control.
Her body jerked when he broke through, just barely flinching. A trace of blood, golden, like melted light, coated the base of his shaft as he bottomed out, her pussy locked around him like a velvet glove.
He didn't mean to take her virginity, but he reckoned even she didn't know she had one. Sex was not a subject for her species anymore.
Ayesha blinked hard. It burned. Her hips twitched under the strange fullness, muscles gripping and releasing around his cock. But then the sting melted into something else. Something terrifyingly good. She didn't know why she was clenching around him, or why the weight of him inside made her chest ache, but it did. And when he started to move, she arched, overwhelmed.
He pulled back. Slammed in.
"Ah…." She gasped, loud this time. Her mind blanked, her body jerking in pleasure as if wires had crossed in her brain.
This was procreation? She kept asking herself, but she wanted more. That nudging, that poking and prodding. The bewildering, amazing sensation of his veins scraping over her wet walls. She didn't want it to end.
Ayesha started to move with him, chasing those sensations. Her slender hips rolled to meet his rhythm, the golden sheen of her skin catching the light as her breasts bounced lightly with each deep thrust. She gasped again, lips parted.
"Oh… oh, this… this is unexpectedly… stimulating…" Her voice trembled with a dignified tone, as if she was still trying to keep some regal composure, but her body betrayed her.
Tony grinned. "Yeah? Guess the ancients weren't all primitive after all."
Ayesha whimpered; her hands slid over her own face, into her hair, clutching strands as if her mind was coming undone. Her hips bucked, her stomach clenched, and then she cried out, loud and raw.
"Aah—ah! I… I cannot… I'm—" She shattered.
Her slender, golden thighs jerked, muscles knotting up, her golden fluids slicked down over his cock. Her pussy pulsed, clenching, desperate and wet as her body trembled through its very first orgasm.
Tony stared at her, at his cock covered in golden glitter like fluid, amazed. "Well, shit. Not that different after all."
He gave her a moment to breathe, watching her perky breasts rise and fall as she panted sinfully. But he wasn't going to stop, not just yet. A brilliant idea sparked in his mind, wanting to try a new position he never could with shorter women.
He pulled out of her, drawing her limp body to sit as he also sat on the bed himself. He scooted back and propped his back up against the tall pillows and crossed his legs like a monk. He smirked at her. "Let's try something more advanced."
He lifted her closer, onto his lap, face to face, easily despite her tall frame, and pulled her into position; her legs bent and tucked high, his shoulder under her knees, while her glowing, golden ass nestled perfectly in the cradle of his crossed legs. His cock found her core again, and slid right back into her soaked, sore cunt.
She gasped, a slow, strained moan that sounded like awe. "Ahhh… this angle… it feels—"
"Exposing? Naughty?" Tony raised a brow. "You look like a goddess being sacrificed."
"I feel… as if I'm burning… in all the right places…" Her voice was a moaning purr now, breathless and needy.
Her pussy clung to him like a vice, sucking greedily at every inch of his cock with obscene, wet squelches. She felt tighter than ever, like her perfect alien cunt had learned how to milk him.
He gripped her slender waist hard, using her like a doll, bouncing her down on his lap over and over until her slick hole made lewd, sticky squelches that echoed off the golden walls.
Her long legs locked around his neck like molten vines, heels digging into his back, keeping him there, buried to the hilt. Her hands caught his face, her trembling fingers dragging over his stubble, her mouth parted in silent gasps, her pupils blown wide with raw, dizzying heat.
Every time he thrust upward, he drove into her with a thick plap, spreading her trembling folds around his girth.
Her cunt was sore, overstuffed, stretched taut around the first cock of her life, but still, it pulsed hungrily, as if addicted. Her inner walls fluttered, spasmed, then gripped him, refusing to let go, as if her perfect body had been sculpted to wring him dry.
"Ohh… oh… This… This mehh—method of joining… Why did our ancestors ehh–ever abandon it?" She sounded dazed, fucked, desperate for more.
Tony chuckled, slamming her down harder. He loved this position and the advantage her height gave him. With her legs locked on his shoulder, her back kept straight and seated on his lap, her movements were at his mercy, his armored arms lifting and throwing her down with ease, each thrust shattering her deepest spot. "Gkh—Liking it, High Priestess? I hope my lessons are interesting."
"Yes… They are… highly rewarding… ah… ahhnn~" She moaned wildly, losing control.
Her back arched as her pussy convulsed again, another climax ripping through her. She clung to him, breathless, as tight as ever. Her walls pulsing wildly, squeezing and milking his cock like they were begging for every drop.
He gritted his teeth; he was close too, balls tightening, ready to burst. But he couldn't. Finishing inside an alien? It sounded like a bad idea.
Once she was done with her orgasm, he lifted her off and gently laid her down flat on the bed on her back, legs stretched flat, body glowing with sweat and pleasure. But her head dangled off the edge, long golden hair spilling down like a silky waterfall. She looked like an expensive doll, fucked out of her mind.
Tony got out of bed, stroking his cock eagerly as he walked right up to her dangling head. "Now, for your final lesson."
He guided his cock into her mouth from above. Her lips stretched beautifully, her throat opening up as he slid in, deeper, deeper, until he bottomed out, his balls softly pressing into her face.
Ayesha's eyes widened as her throat bulged visibly, each thrust making his cock glide in and out of her gullet like a piston. Her stuffed mouth didn't make a sound, but her legs wiggled uncontrollably, thighs rubbing together in pure lust.
Tony looked down, mesmerized by the lump moving in her throat, almost in awe that she didn't have any gag reflex. No choke, no sputter, only humming and whimpers of craving, as if her throat was bottomless.
She mewled and mumbled, but her body writhed beneath him, still aching, still excited. Her golden hands reached to grip his thighs.
"That… is… a man's seed," Tony groaned above her, feeling his balls draw up. "Taste it, High Priestess… Swallow it."
He slammed into her mouth one final time, groaning deep as his cock twitched violently, spilling hard down her throat. His release came in thick, punishing spurts, each one forced from him with a jerk of raw bliss. Her nose flared. Her throat moved, swallowing again and again, bulging around the load.
"Fuc—k," Tony's head fell back, a low, broken curse leaving his lips. Ten months of pent-up need finally emptied into the perfect, golden mouth.
Depraved? Oh yeah.
But Tony? Tony was living the dream.
And fucking hell—it had been ten months. He unloaded in thick, punishing waves, pumping hot, creamy batter straight down her stretched throat. It was so much. Dense. Ropy. His cock kept twitching, shooting more.
Ayesha didn't flinch. She swallowed like royalty, elegant, unstoppable. Her golden throat worked in soft, greedy gulps, her lips sealed tight around the base of his shaft. Even as he kept thrusting gently through the mess, she kept swallowing. Her body accepted everything he gave her, perhaps truly made perfect for everything, even sex, despite the fact she didn't know it until now.
Eventually, Tony pulled out, gasping one last small spurt, his cock slowly softening right after.
Her face was wrecked.
Coated in dripping white filth. His batter clung in thick strands across her cheeks, forehead, and lips. Some splattered all the way into her hair, sticky ropes tangled in glowing locks like gum caught in silk.
"...And that's how you do it the old-fashioned way," he exhaled, staring down at her ruined beauty, still lying there with her head dangling off the bed. She hadn't moved.
Then, a soft, needy whimper escaped her. "More…"
Tony blinked. Oh, she was hooked. Addicted already?
"I'd love to, Your Glorious Highness, but…" he stepped back, grabbing a cloth to wipe himself off, "biological men have limits. I need at least three hours. Maybe two if you get me some calories."
He started grabbing his clothes.
Knock knock!
A soft hiss followed as the door to the chamber slid open, and in walked one of Ayesha's attendants, clad in tight gold robes. She halted at the entrance, eyes wide.
Her gaze dropped instantly to Tony's half-dressed state, his softening cock still slick, hanging free. Then it flicked over to her High Priestess.
The High Priestess of the Sovereign. Laid out like a divine offering, legs wide, lips still parted, dripping. Her face? Absolutely glazed in cum. Her hair? Ruined. Glued in sticky white clumps.
The silence was awkward.
"High Priestess…" the servant said carefully. "The guest… the Asgardian… she has left the Sovereign."
Tony's head snapped toward her. Oh, hell.
"What?! When?"
"Just now."
Tony frowned. He knew where she might be headed, but he didn't know the place to make a portal to it. Also, without Hela, he could be turned into a sex slave for Ayesha. She was crazy enough. And she did look crazy.
I gotta get out of here right away.
"High Priestess Ayesha, I've got a proposition. Help me get to Asgard—fast—and I'll gladly swing by Sovereign more often to dish out these... enlightening little lessons. Sound fair?"
With her head still dangling off the bed's edge, Ayesha smiled brightly. Without addressing Tony, she eyed the servant.
"Prepare my personal ship."
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It was fast! Like really fast. Using the Jump Points, Tony found himself arriving at Asgard faster than he expected. It was just him inside the High Priestess' ship as she couldn't join due to her business with the stolen batteries.
Tony was happy as long as he got to leave that place. He had no plans of going back now, or maybe he might in a few years. Her body composition between those long legs was extremely ravishing.
"Hela—Oh, Hela," Tony muttered, watching the screen as he neared the exit of the last Jump Point. "I thought we were buddies."
Wooosh!
The flashing streaks of lights around him vanished, and the spacecraft slowed down. The scenery in front of him changed, but not for the better.
"What the… Where's Asgard?!"
Quickly, Tony looked down at the screen, where it did say that he had reached Asgard. But the view in front of him was just… floating rubble. Rocks, massive golden structures floating around.
"What's that?"
He then noticed a huge ship in the distance. It was extremely vast, like a floating fortress—massive, angular, like a jagged dagger in space—colossal, and dark. Its massive twin-pronged front stretches outward like a predator's open jaws.
"Fuck! It's shooting at me!"
Quickly, Tony covered himself in full armor and tried to steer the ship.
But just as he tried to doge around the debris, he almost struck a long piece of rock. No, it was a statue of someone recognizable.
"Thor?!"
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