The Boys: Viltrumite Bloodline Panel

It means I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me, in all things.

~ Christian Grey (Fifty Shades of Grey)

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Belesa knelt at Hillel’s feet.

This should have been the greatest humiliation in a female warrior’s life.

But Belesa followed through completely.

In the logic of the Viltrumite, the strong make the rules, and she regarded this humiliation as Hillel’s right to conquer her.

And... she actually had a little secret she didn’t dare to speak of; she unexpectedly derived a strange satisfaction from this humiliation.

Hillel sized up the woman at his feet.

Belesa was actually quite good-looking.

Judged by a warrior’s standards, she was a thorough beauty, with lean beef and agile limbs, every inch of muscle across her whole body being extremely symmetrical and smooth, firm yet retaining feminine flexibility.

Especially years of slaughtering gave her a sharp, heroic aura, yet that face was exceptionally vibrant and bright, with a high bridge of the nose and slightly upturned outer corners of the eyes.

Looking at people was always with a natural contempt, immensely arrogant.

Put such looks on Viltrum, a large crowd of people would chase after her to fight, only to be killed.

Belesa alone took a fancy to Hillel.

Young, powerful, aloof... practically carved from the same mold as her!

Only a man like this deserved to trample her underfoot and humiliate her fiercely.

"Come on, girl. I don’t want to wait the whole day."

Hillel’s voice tightened just enough to make her spine stiffen. She leaned in.

Her tongue dragged slowly across the side of his neck, hot and wet. The metallic taste of her own blood mixed with the salt of his skin. She licked again, slower this time, cleaning every smear. When she reached the base of his throat she lingered, lips parting, sucking lightly.

"Good girl," he murmured. "Keep going."

She kept licking, moving lower across his collarbone, then down the centre of his chest where more blood had dried.

Hillel unequipped his battle suit, as his free hand slid down her back and gripped one thick, firm ass cheek through the torn remains of her lower garments. He squeezed hard enough to leave white fingerprints.

Belesa’s breathing grew heavier.

Her tongue left wet trails that cooled in the air. Every time she pressed closer, her heavy breasts flattened against his hard abdomen.

"Haa.. go on.."

Her tongue traced the deep lines of his abs, tasting salt and dried blood, until she reached the base of his cock. It was already thick and heavy, the head flushed dark and glistening.

She hesitated only a second.

She opened her mouth and licked the tip.

"Fuck!" Hillel raised his hand and locked in her hair. He grunted and shoved his twitching dick into her small mouth.

!!!

The stretch was immediate. Belesa’s jaw strained around the thick girth as Hillel pushed deeper, sliding over her tongue until the head pressed against the back of her throat.

"Mmph.."

A wet, choked sound escaped her. She didn’t pull back, though.

Viltrumite endurance kept her from gagging the way a human would. She simply adjusted, throat opening wider to accept more of him.

Hillel exhaled slowly.

"That’s it."

"Mmph.."

He began to move with force.

His cock dragged wetly along her tongue and into her throat with every stroke. Belesa’s lips stretched tight around the base.

Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin in thick strands.

Her free hand rose and cupped his heavy balls. She rolled them gently in her palm, then leaned in further and licked them while still keeping most of his length buried in her mouth. The wet, messy sounds of her tongue and lips working him filled the air.

Hillel’s grip tightened in her hair.

He started fucking her mouth like he was using a cheap fleshlight.

Harder. Deeper.

Gluck-gluck-gluck!

Pa! Pa! Bang!

His hips snapped forward, driving his cock into her throat with steady force.

Belesa’s Viltrumite body was top-notch. Her eyes watered, but she stayed locked in place, throat fluttering around him every time he bottomed out.

The wet, rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck of her mouth being used like a fleshlight echoed across the high ground.

Her nipples had gone stiff and tight against the cool air. Between her thighs, her pussy was already dripping, the folds twitching with every thrust that forced another choked sound from her throat.

"Mmph! Gwack! Mnm..."

Belesa’s free hand slid down her own stomach and between her legs. Two fingers pushed into her soaked cunt and started pumping in time with Hillel’s thrusts.

"Unggh... mmph..."

She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him push even deeper.

The sight was intoxicating. The proud female warrior on her knees, throat bulging, fingers buried in her own dripping pussy while he used her mouth without restraint.

Every time he drove in, her eyes fluttered. Every time he pulled back, a thick string of spit connected her lips to his cock before he slammed back in again.

Belesa’s fingers moved faster. Her thighs trembled. The wet sounds of her masturbating mixed with the wet sounds of her throat being fucked.

"Haah... getting my dick wet after years of fighting feels amazing. Heh, if it were Maeve or Annie, with this much intensity, my cock would have pierced through their head."

Hillel’s rhythm turned even more brutal.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

"Be proud.. Belesa.. Ha!"

Hillel buried himself to the hilt and came hard with a grunt, "You are strong... Take it all!"

"MMNPHH!!" Belesa’s entire body locked up.

Thick, heavy pulses flooded her throat in long, hot ropes. Belesa’s eyes watered further as she was forced to swallow around the volume.

A broken, muffled cry vibrated around his cock as her pussy clamped hard around her fingers.

Clear fluid gushed out of her in a heavy squirt, splashing onto the ground between her knees.

Her eyes rolled back, whites showing, while her throat continued to spasm around Hillel’s cock through the intense orgasm.

Hillel kept her locked in place until the last pulse finished, then slowly pulled out.

A final thick strand of cum stretched between the head of his cock and her swollen lips before breaking.

Thud!

"Haah, that felt good!"

Hillel grabbed her neck and directly threw her flying away.

"You have the awareness, but you still lack something. I won’t give you the honour of bedding me. Go down and fight some more."

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