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“Let me out!” Pidge cried out and hammered on the door.
The room was cold, she was tired and her ear hurt. The damn plastic tag they had punched through the cartilage of her left ear gave it an uncomfortable weight that made it ache every time she moved her head. She was tempted to try and pry it off, but just touching it had made her whimper. The thin metal collar around her neck also refused to let go. Her feet were cold from the metal floor and she was shifting her weight from one foot to another to not zap out the little heat she had left in them. The rest of her body was cold as well, not exactly unexpected when she had no clothes, and there was no blanket on the bed in the room either, so she couldn't just burrito up.
This whole situation stinked.
She gave another angry bang on the door and let out a frustrated groan.
She had woken up in this large empty room, clearly galran in design, with nothing but a bed to keep her company.
She had panicked at first, scared with waking up in an alien new place different from where she fell asleep the day before. Or days before. She had no bearing of how much time had passed or where the others were.
Angry she walked back to the bed, which was placed in the middle of the large room, and laid down on the cold mattress. She couldn't even fall asleep. One thing was the cold air, but the fact that the bed was lit up with a bright overhead light did not help. At all. Covering her eyes with her arms did nothing to block it out.
The sound of the door hissing made her sit up in alarm and stare at the door.
Color drained from her face when she caught a glimpse of wine-red armor and in a split second she tossed herself over the edge of the bed, ignoring the ungraceful faceplant onto the floor that made her grunt in pain, to hide behind it to the best of her abilities.
A dark chuckle filled the empty room.
“I know you are there, little one, there is no point in hiding.” The voice was dark and gravelly, and she had faint memories of it telling her things, ranging from praise to questions.
Pidge grit her teeth and huddled up where she sat, pressing her knees against her chest. She wasn't scared of him per se, but she still had vague memories of what had happened before she ended up in this place. And those memories made shame bubble in her gut.
She hadn't fought back.
She had let him do those things to her.
And she had liked it.
She had needed it.
She bit her wrist to stay quiet as she listened to the sound of boots against the metal floor.
And then nothing. The sounds didn't come closer, they just stopped.
After too much silence, Pidge couldn't take it anymore and she peeked around the corner of the bed.
The Emperor was seated in a chair, his glowing magenta eyes aimed at the pad in his hands.
Wait, where did he get a chair from? Did he bring it with him? She couldn't imagine the “Great Emperor Zarkon” hauling chairs around. And he just sat there, focus entirely on his pad.
Pidge huddled back in her hiding spot. Maybe if she ignored him he would go away.
She buried her face in her knees and just tried to forget that she was in the same room as a ruthless dictator.
And naked.
Someone cleared their throat and Pidge jumped.
“While I do not mind spending time here, I have more pressing matters at hand.” Pidge froze, staring up at the Emperor looming above her, armor, cape and all.
“So I would prefer it if we could get this over with.”
Pidge scrambled backwards in a bad attempt at gaining distance between them. “Stay away from me!” she yelped out and scuttled away to get back on her legs. And of course she had to trip and fall, right back on her bum.
“Are you done?” Zarkon asked calm.
She twisted around to face him and Pidge mustered up enough courage to talk back at him; “What do you want?!”
The smirk he gave her made a chill run down her spine, and when he squatted down next to her, still towering above her with his massive chest and shoulders, she felt rather intimidated.
“I enjoyed your company here the other day,” the Emperor said calm, his voice sweet and sugary. “It was quite the experience and I would not say no to experience it again.”
“Forget about it!” Pidge snapped back at him, appalled at his audacity to even suggest such a thing.
“Pity,” the Emperor said with a fake pout. “But I’m afraid that is not up to you.” The dangerous gleam in his eyes made Pidge double her efforts to get back up on her feet. She scrambled up and used the bed to support her to move away from Zarkon.
But he followed her, his longer strides catching up to her easily.
His armored hand grabbed her shoulder and Pidge panicked, trashing about and pushing at his arm in a hope to get loose.
“Now let us see if we can replicate yesterday’s experience shall we?”
“What are you doing?” she croaked out just as Zarkon grabbed her other shoulder as well and flipped her around, chest towards the wall and her back towards him.
“Be patient, little one,” he said as he rubbed her neck with his thumb. She yelped at the sting of a needle quickly after.
And then he let her go.
She shambled away from him, trying to get some distance between them.
Suddenly the effect washed over her, and it was much stronger than the first time she experienced it.
Her legs buckled beneath her sending her to the floor on hands and knees.
Her whole body felt so impossibly hot, even in the cold air of the room and her limbs felt like they were made of jelly. Quickly enough she was panting as if she was in a desert and not a chilly room. The heat pooled in her crotch, slick started to form, and the odd feeling of it trickling down her thighs made her shiver. When a surge of pleasure jolted through her she had no way of stopping the moan that left her.
“Beautiful, so beautiful.” Zarkon eyed her greedily as he circled her body, like a connoisseur browsing a particularly interesting art piece. “This drug has such a wonderful effect on you.” He made a satisfied sigh.
“Of all the paladins you were the most enticing during your ‘heat’.” So that was what the drug had done to her. It explained the intense urges and increased libido. “If I had known it would be so easy to induce heats and ruts in humans I would have done it ages ago.” She was tempted to tell him humans did not have heats or ruts naturally, but she had a feeling he already knew that.
It didn't take long before even keeping herself up on her hands and knees became too much of an ordeal and she slumped down to lay flat on the blessedly cold floor.
With shaking hands she reached between her thighs, tracing her flushed folds, drawing circles with her fingers. She was so wet she was making the floor beneath her wet as well, trickling between her fingers.
The ache inside her grew in strength. She pushed a digit inside, probing the wet heat, before letting in another. Her fingers graced a spot inside her and a shiver shook through her body and she moaned again. She heard a low chuckle from behind her, but decided to ignore it. Her own horny mind had more important things to think of.
She tried rubbing the spot again but it didn't give her the same satisfaction so she mewled in frustration and plunged her fingers deeper.
But it wasn't enough, it would never be enough, Pidge knew that, and so did Zarkon.
He observed her where she laid, desperately trying to relieve herself of the need to be touched, to be filled, stuffed full until she could take no more.
“Should I be so cruel and let you suffer?” He smirked. “Or should I show you mercy?” Zarkon knelt next to her and brought a enormous hand to stroke her back affectionately, claws as thick as her fingers gently brushing over her too hot skin.
She didn't have the strength to answer or push him away and all that left her was a needy moan.
His hand travelled further down her back, and his fingers dipped in between her asscheeks and towards her pussy. He probed a clawed finger in together with her own.
She mewled and he inserted another, and she let her own fingers slip out in favor of giving him full access.
Soon enough he had three large fingers inside her, gently thrusting in and out, forcing a string of delicate moans out of her.
Why did it have to feel so good?
Pidge cursed her traitorous body that somehow had let a stupid drug get the better of her.
She tried to push herself up again but ended up clawing at the floor instead as Zarkon twisted his fingers and pleasure jolted through her.
When he retreated his fingers she whined at the loss, leaving her empty with that terrible itch flaring in strength.
“Patience, little one, you will feel better soon,” he rumbled as he grabbed both her wrists and pulled her backwards back on her knees, and up to his cock. She hadn't even noticed he had removed parts of his armor. With this angle he guided her closer until she could feel his member poking through her moist folds. Like she remembered Zarkon's cock had a short tapered head that quickly led to a wide shaft before narrowing in towards the base. From there he simply slipped inside her, plunging deep into her tight velvet heat filling her instantly.
She gasped, eyes wide, mouth agape.
The Emperor groaned pleased and held her still for a brief moment before pushing deeper.
Soon enough he was fully sheathed inside her and he proceeded to slowly grind against her, feeling her slick seep out around his member, coating it liberally when he slowly pulled out again.
“Just as I remembered. You truly are a delight, little one,” he rumbled pleased. One of his hands stroked her head, brushing the hair between his fingers playfully.
Pidge felt equal amount of shame and satisfaction course through her. One part wanted to crawl up and die, the other wanted him to start moving.
He started moving.
His cock was like a rod of molten rock, unyielding and almost hot enough to burn her.
She gave up any control she had left and let her moans fill the empty room. At every thrust inside her the itch was scratched a little bit. If only he could go faster! Pidge cursed herself, almost biting her lip bloody.
As if Zarkon had read her mind he let go off her wrists and instead gently got hold of her hips. First he only teased her by grinding more against her, but then he pulled out and rammed back in.
No mercy.
Pidge came.
After that it was a blur.
She knew he kept fucking her, with precision-like control, treating her like a fuck toy.
All she could hear was his breath and the wet sound of him pounding her.
And then he came too.
He stilled with a final deep thrust and it felt like hot lava filled her to the brim, as if she wasn't full enough already.
“Very satisfactory,” the Emperor said quiet as he patted her back.
Shadows crawled into her vision and in matter of seconds she was plunged into complete darkness.