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There was one thing Thragg loved about being grand regent, and that was the power he held over everyone. They were too scared to talk back to him, and moved efficiently at the notice that he was the one who sent them specifically to do something.
Viltrumites around the empire would quite literally piss themselves in his presence. So much so that he would consider it some sort of a challenge if someone didn't.
Though there was one thing Thragg loathed about being grand regent, and that was also the power he held over everyone. Who cared about efficiency if your entire existence scared the shit out of everyone you knew? He may have been the most powerful man in the universe, but Viltrum knew he was the loneliest.
No friends, no family, no spouse, nothing. Nothing he could ever allow himself to have for the sake of the empire. Relationships made people weak and sappy, something unbecoming of any self respecting Viltrumite.
It also became incredibly dull over the hundreds of years. Nobody strong enough mentally or physically to face him as they bent to his will. Not a single person in all of the entire waking worlds to stand up to him.
Until 'Earth'. The planet Nolan had been sent to prepare for Viltrumite takeover until he abandoned his post. He was sure Anissa would be able to convince this Invincible person to give up, whether it was by persuasion or force.
Even though he knew Anissa could handle herself, he felt he needed to be a backup plan in case something went south. Or at least that's what he wanted to convince himself. He needed another escape from the empire he spent years nurturing and expanding. Not that he would ever admit that to himself.
More excited than he anticipated he was, he landed on earth in a few days already having a near perfect disguise. A plain white T-shirt and a pair of classic navy blue bootcut jeans. Though he broke his usual stagnant expression and cracked a small smile as he paced down the street.
Coming to earth to relax was a guilty pleasure of his as he'd been going for years before any of this. He only allowed himself short visits so that he wouldn't become tainted, but always came back with new knowledge and customs.
First time he came to earth was an accidental discovery as he paced around the planet analyzing the statics as to how long it would take to conquer. As he flew around lower ground an intoxicating scent made him pause to find it. A 'baekuri' or something like that.
It was colorful, more color than he'd seen in one area before. All compacted into one small treat. As he had no knowledge of the currency, he ended up threatening the owners into handing him a large package of sweets and pastries.
He then flew to a random rooftop to simply enjoyed the scent of them before the frosting of one got inside his mouth. It tasted.. sweet? Thragg never thought he'd be using that word to describe anything let alone food.
He was becoming softer which each moment he spent here and it irked him. Leaving was necessary, followed by the immediate take over of this planet. Standard protocol. So why couldn't he bring himself to leave?
Instead he sat there greedily devouring every 'sweet' he laid his eyes on. Even going as far to eat most of the bag to savor as much of it as possible. It took him a few minutes to realize how much of an imbecile he must've looked like. Even though he was deeply disappointed in himself, his body craved more.
Thragg wasn't an animal, he had self control. Which was exactly why he flew back into the same exact shop, robbed them of everything they did and didn't have ready, and ate them hunched over like a homeless man in an alleyway.
How boring was life on Viltrum for him to be reduced to this at the mere smell of sugar? He despised it as much as he adored it. It was nice to be able to take a stick out his ass for the first time in decades, but Viltrum knew what would happen to him if the others could sense his weakness.
He left earth with his new knowledge of 'sugar' and returned to Viltrum under the pretense of scouting for a suitable planet to conquer next. Not like anyone had any audacity to question him, but it didn't hurt to be sure.
He hoped to high heavens that he didn't seem cheerful as of late. Infact he became unnecessarily cruel to his subordinates to make sure of it.
Was this going to be it? One almost life changing discovery for the entirety of his life? Hell. No. What was the point in being the most powerful being in the universe and being held captive by his own rules?
He'd have to be strategic about his visits. Timing, reports, everything. Most importantly? He didn't want to lose himself from a little adventure. He was still loyal to Viltrum of course, just with a few custom vacation days.
And that was where it started. Small visits every few years to earth that lasted a few weeks. Each time he'd bring back something with him whether it was knowledge or a souvenir. He'd also travel to different each visit in case anyone recognized him.
He'd gotten accustomed to most culture and stayed in a furnished abandoned building spending most of the day on his 'fone' looking for new things to try.
Thragg's most recent visit however, brought back the knowledge of 'asmr'. They were relaxing sounds used by most humans to fall asleep. Though as he dug further through different asmrs he slowly went down a rabbit hole.
Clay cracking asmr made him feel decompressed, slime asmr made him a bit drowsy, and anticipatory asmr made him tingle. In a good way..
There was one specifically however that had him in a chokehold. "Mommy asmr". He originally clicked it for laughs thinking it'd be something similar to babies crying or hearing dishes being washed. Typical human mother behavior.
He fastened his wired earbuds and pressed play. There was a bit of silence before a low, yet soft and feminine voice spoke.
"You've been so good for m—"
Thragg flinched violently and threw his earbuds across the room. Her voice was intoxicatingly comforting to him. Perhaps vastly more than that if he decided to be honest with himself.
He could feel himself shaking with a unnaturally quickening heart rate. Thragg knew he wasn't afraid, he'd faced much worse horrors with a grin plastered on his face. He was, aroused..?
The shame ate him alive instantaneously. Barely six words spoken by an unknown palatable voice had every single blood cell in his body rushing south. He didn't hate it. The feeling it gave him that was. Sure he'd had intercourse hundreds of thousands of times before but it was all duty and strategy.
Now however? It was for his own lecherous gratification and he was reveling in the sensation.
He retrieved the phone and scrolled to the persons profile. They did commissions for custom versions of the public ones she made. Good thing he stole a credit card off of someone during one of his previous visits.
Then he needed to fill out a goo-gull form of the specific things he did and didn't want. Well if he actually thought about it, sure it was fun being in charge and powerful, but it got exhausting and stressful having to act like this around the clock.
So, he wanted to be told what to do instead of it being the other way around for once? He also wanted to be called his name. Not Grand Regent, just Thragg. Another thing, which was kind of embarrassing for him to admit to himself, but he wanted to be told when he could finish.
Since Viltrumites prioritized population over pleasure, he was essentially engineered to last under a few minutes. It didn't help with the fact he didn't care about the people he slept with so he just wanted to get it over with quickly.
He also wanted someone to talk back to him, call him names because nobody in the entire universe would dare to make eye contact with him without permission. He needed that fire, but from someone who didn't know who he was, or more so what he was.
There were only so many truths he could allow himself to admit were true before he started cringing, and with that he clicked order. He wasn't completely fluent on how human currency worked but '1000' was a large number. For them anyways.
***
Days passed, and Thragg wasn't used to being treated like a 2nd option. What was taking them so long anyways? He'd have to return to Viltrum soon with or without listening to this asmr.
He grit his teeth throwing away the phone before taking off.
Ding!
Thragg dashed over to the phone staring at a notification on his lock screen addressed as a gift to "My good boy".
His face grew hot as he shakily unlocked his phone. There was no picture, instead a recording sixty minutes in length.
A message under the recording recommended a blindfold for a fully immersive experience. He tore a piece of cloth from his pants and tied it around his head.
An anticipatory shiver ran through his spine before he slid the blindfold over his eyes and pressed play.
"You're going to obey me, right?"
"Of course.." The voice was soothing in a way that made him want to pledge allegiance without a second thought.
"Good boy." She chuckled "Do something about those clothes then."
Thragg hesitated, thought about what he was doing, felt a little shame, then tore through his clothes embarrassingly quick. He sat on his calves awaiting further instruction.
He heard wet squelching noises and colorful moans as a shameful amount of blood rushed south. He'd never heard sounds this genuine as any intercourse he had was mandatory.
His hands flew to grab the base of his erection when the voice cleared over.
"You'd better not be thinking about touching yourself Thragg." Her voice aired out with angry undertones shielded by noises of her pleasure.
Thragg flinched as his hand retreated from his base.
"If you want to get off so desperately then you can rut against the floor like the filthy bitch you are."
The squelching and not-so-quiet whimpering was driving him crazy and he wanted to know what it was like to ride on a wave of pleasure, not obligation.
He bent his head down parallel to the floor exposing the rim of his hole. He started rubbing against the carpet beneath him, slowly taking in the sensation.
For a minute he forgot all about Viltrum and focused on how sensitive his tip was becoming. He felt as if one touch would cause him to explode. His tip began to secrete a green tinted substance as his constant grinding lathered it all around his length.
"You're not thinking about finishing without permission?" She sounded angry, but Thragg could tell through the screen she was enjoying herself, possibly even more than he was.
"No, I would nev—" Thragg muttered under his breath slowing his rutting to a halt.
"Good bitch." The voice interrupted. "Take that pre-cum and use it to stretch yourself out."
Thragg was a bit confused on what she meant until he felt a cold breeze brush past his posterior. His face turned a bright shade of red. He had no knowledge that this option was available for men as it was for women.
He lathered three of his fingers in his 'pre-cum' and rimmed them around his hole before sliding them in almost with ease electing a groan from him.
"Curl your fingers and find it."
She loved being vague didn't she? Thragg didn't have a choice but to obey. He curled his fingers and brushed against something that made him shiver. It was a good kind of shiver. One that made him throb with needy urgency.
He dialed back and put two and two together before thrusting in and out of himself making sure to violently ram into whatever it was with each rewind.
With each thrust a deep moan escaped him as his hips stuttered his leaking tip into the carpet. His breathing grew ragged as he began to bruise both his fingers and insides with the force and speed he was going at.
Thragg's eyes rolled backwards as he bit his tongue to prevent anymore unbecoming noises from coming out of him.
He was close, he could feel pressure rising inside him. He didn't want to finish without permission but supposed it would be stupid to ask a video recording.
His toes curled into the floor as he tried to delay his climax while thinking of solutions.
"Please.. please can I come?" Thragg whined outwards unable to control the quiver in his voice.
As if responding to him the voice replied.
"Hm.. I'm not sure, how can I be sure you're not going to get spoiled off this?" There was sass in her tone, something that made Thragg want to finish harder.
"I-I won't I swear, I'll always be a good boy for you." Thragg could barely speak in between dragged groans.
"Promise?"
"I promise!" Thragg was huffing while trying to keep up with the pace of his own thrusting and grinding.
"Now." The voice sternly commanded.
Waves of ecstacy washed over Thragg as he rang out a gutteral moan splattering his pale green ejaculant over the carpet.
"I knew you'd be good for me Thragg." Was the last thing he heard before a click symbolizing the end of the audio.
He had to take a few moments to collect himself. Face down ass up fingering himself uncontrollably grinding into the floor. And he loved every second of it.
As he slid his fingers out he smelled something metallic. Was he so immersed in his own pleasure that he didn't notice he'd torn his.. rectal area. It didn't matter now, as he'd made a new discovery.
This by far was Thragg's favorite thing on earth.