My voice drew out. It wasn’t a whine, but I asked anyway. “But some, yes?”

He smiled. “Good sex always has some agony within.” His hands clapped together. “Now to begin your next lesson as a Femeni of the Volardi.”

Fingers went around his impressive manhood. The few hand strokes he gave was enough to send it to full erection. Perhaps there had been lube in his palm I couldn’t see earlier, but his cock glistened underneath the sun. Almost as if he shone with power. I suppose he did. If anybody could, it was my mountain of a man king.

He walked behind me, and rested his immense manhood over my slick waiting entrance.

I didn’t expect my life to come to this. I still wasn’t sure what was most amazing. A planet light-years away, the recent body changes, or something more fantastical? A man was about to take me from behind and I couldn’t wait.

Peter the homophobe would freak.

Peter the Femeni got wet and hot.

His flared-out glans slid down into my already lubed valley. There are plenty of Volardi technological miracles, but a self-lubing ass was pretty neat.

Down his wet glans went, and I smiled as I felt his thickness push my ass cheeks apart. He wasn’t completely in, but there was no avoiding that already stretched out feeling.

My ass stung from the previous spankings, but now there was another ache. I didn’t know how much Volardi I was but, I knew I craved pain. Memories of his fat, veiny cock were still within my memory. There was no way to take that without a ‘bit’ of agony. Although, I smiled at his theory that good sex always has a little pain.

Then great sex has a lot.

With no verbal permission, but plenty of unspoken insinuation he began. The wide end of his cock pushed against my waiting ring while my fingers snaked into the sandy soil. Part of me wanted to play with my painfully engorged nubs. Another part argued, Matros would give me enough pleasure. More than I ever thought I could handle on my own.

Strong warrior fingers dug into my waiting ass and he pushed in.

Oh, God…

My jaw tightened and I’m sure I bared my teeth for a good visual to all the distant cameras. Earth Peter would scream, but he was always a whiny bitch. I was royalty and had to take it.

This is my… oh… duty.

Pressure grew against my ring as he leaned in with his immense body weight. I wasn’t trying to keep him out, even if my heart raced at the thought of him pounding away.

His voice was firm and benefiting a king. “Force me out.”