The position of Alpha King
I reiterate – Jessica is my companion. She belongs to me. I consistently affirm this to myself to prevent alternative thoughts. Although I may have initially rejected her, that holds no significance anymore. I desire her return, and I will ensure it, whatever of the effort required. I will eliminate anyone who attempts to separate her from me. The deity knows I shall not spare their deaths. I cannot and will not exchange her for anything. If she considers substituting me with another man, I will be compelled to eliminate him.
Similar to that deranged con artist, she assumed the role of second mate. I am astonished that he is merely a lowlife, yet he had the audacity to confront me and grasp my friend’s hands in my presence. He audaciously asserts possession of her, while not having established any claim. No individual has ever exhibited such audacity towards me. It angers me further to consider that he hails from one of these impoverished, dishevelled groups. He was inferior to me in both strength and fortune. He resembled a mere mote of dust that I could effortlessly disperse, resulting in his complete disappearance.
His actions are inexcusable, and I am eagerly anticipating the day I can break his neck and dismember him. He is fortunate that I require his assistance at this moment to retain Jessica’s companionship. Upon our arrival to my pack and securing her, I will proceed to eliminate that foolish individual. No one lays a hand on my partner as he did and survives to recount the tale. His demise is inevitable. Not at this moment, but undoubtedly, he will.
I direct my gaze on Jessica and feel elated that she is once again by my side. Since her attempted murder and subsequent escape, I have looked extensively for her. My sole desire has been to claim her as my partner and engage in intimate relations with her. I have never had the opportunity to engage in s****l intercourse with her. However, it is now solely her and me, and I am exhilarated to engage in intimacy with her as I have always envisioned.
I prefer not to wait until we arrive to the pack. I desire her presence immediately, and I will possess her, regardless of her preferences.
She attempted to unzip my trousers but halted, wishing to withdraw from the situation.
“Proceed to unzip my trousers,” I said, encouraging her by guiding her hands around my hard p***s.
She recoiled at the contact and desired to retreat, but I drew her closer to me.
“Please…” she implored, however I am not attuned to her utterances.
“Execute the task or I will terminate him,” I stated with anger. I am already fatigued from awaiting her to unzip my trousers. I unzipped it myself and compelled her to position herself between my legs.
She knelt, her face only inches from my fly, and wept. I despised that she was experiencing these emotions for another man, but that concern could be postponed. At this moment, I desire to engage in s****l intercourse with her, regardless of her emotional distress. I will continue to penetrate her v****a. I will pursue my pleasure, regardless of the resultant agony it may cause her. As my partner, she is obligated to consistently fulfil my needs. I have been denied access to her s****l intimacy. No more.
I exposed myself and directed it towards her face. My p***s was firm and ready for oral stimulation, but she refused to perform it.
“Execute it immediately!” I commanded. She remained immovable. She was weeping and gazing at my genitalia as if it were her initial encounter with it.
“I implore you, please do not compel me to perform oral s*x,” she pleaded.
“You must!” I am unable to restrain my rage at this moment. She provoked my ire, and I must address her for it. “Halt the vehicle,”
The vehicle comes to a sudden halt at the curb. “My King?” The driver glanced at me but promptly bowed upon noticing my genitalia. I am unbothered by it; this is my vehicle, and I possess every right to display my attributes as I see fit.
“Exit the vehicle!” I said, and he hastily complied. Only Jessica and I remain in the car.
Before she could utter a word, I seized her hair firmly and compelled her to engage in oral intercourse. She attempted to resist, but my grip on her hair was firm, and I utilised her hair as leverage to manipulate her mouth’s movement along my p***s.
Her words are obscured by my large p***s in my mouth. I moved my hips around her mouth, increasing the speed of my penetration.
“Yes, please. Accelerate your movements,” I groaned, increasing my pace in her mouth. Shortly, I exposed my genitalia and eagerly anticipated penetration. That is the primary need I had. Oral stimulation was merely a precursor to engaging in s****l intercourse with her.
