A Whore of Mars (John Carter: Princess of Mars)

A Whore of Mars (John Carter: Princess of Mars)

A/N: A Whore of Mars was a commissioned one shot originally written back in October of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: In which Dejah Thoris believes John Carter dead and he's not able to get back soon enough to stop the union between her and Sab Than.

Themes: Dom/Sub, Breeding, NTR

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As Dejah Thoris slowly makes her way down the hall towards her marital bedchambers, she has to fight back tears. This is, without a doubt, the worst day of her life. Which is a shame, because the Princess of Helium knows that it's a good day for everyone else. Her new husband is happy because he has his beautiful bride, and their fathers and their cities are happy because the endless fighting between Helium and Zodanga is finally at an end.

With this union, with Dejah marrying Sab Than, Prince of Zodanga, and bringing their two peoples together in matrimony, the war was at an end. And yet... it wasn't what she had wanted. No, rather, the Princess had been resigned to her fate... until the strange alien, John Carter, had walked into her life most recently. She'd fallen in love with him... but now he was dead and gone as far as she was aware.

In order to end the war between Helium and Zodanga, Dejah Thoris had to set aside her pride, her desires, her own personal dreams. But even still, she wasn't looking forward to laying with the arrogant man. Sab... he believed himself the pinnacle of masculinity. She didn't. It was as simple as that.

Alas, she was coming to the end of the hallway, and there was no delaying any longer. She'd walked here as slowly as she could, but if she spent much more time standing out in the hall, her new husband might just come looking for her, and she knew that wouldn't go over well in the slightest. With a heavy, put-upon since, the Princess of Helium finally opens the door and steps into the room where she was expected to consummate her union with her husband.

She's not sure what she's expecting exactly, but what she gets is definitely a surprise. Sab is waiting for her, of course, but Dejah hadn't thought he would be entirely naked... he very much is. Laid out on the bed, completely bared before him, the reddish copper skinned man smirks as he lounges back with his hands laced behind his head... and his massive fat cock on full display down between his splayed legs.

"Like what you see, Princess? Heh, women are all the same... so stuck up and haughty, until they get a nice long look at the goods. Stare for as long as you want, I'll let you know if I get bored."

His own gaze is hungrily drinking her in as Dejah flushes in mortified embarrassment, finding it... exceedingly difficult to tear her eyes away from Sab's cock. Her husband is well-endowed, but his egotistical and arrogant tone is enough to fill her with fresh disgust. This man... she does not love him. She will never love him. This she promises to herself, even as she finally looks him in the eye, jutting out her chin and walking towards the bed mechanically.

"I am here to consummate our marriage, husband. For the good of our peoples. No more... no less."

She's half-expecting him to get angry with her. After all, by all accounts, he'd fallen in love with her at first sight. However, Dejah knew what he'd really fallen in love with was her body. The red-skinned woman was beautiful in the extreme, likely one of the most beautiful females on all of Barsoom. And no, that wasn't arrogance or ego talking. It was simple fact, proven by her beauty literally being used to bring peace between two peoples that had been at war for ages.

Still, rather than get angry with her, Sab Than is magnanimous in what he clearly sees as his total victory. Smirking easily, he brings his hands out from behind his head, instead lacing them upon his chiseled abs as his cock twitches at the sight of her. With a shrug of his broad shoulders, the Prince of Zodanga just smirks.

"Sure. Then let's get started. Strip for me, my darling wife. And please... put on a show while you do it."

Stiffening, Dejah's nostrils flare a bit at his crass demands. This is how he responds, truly. Rather than getting angry, he's getting even. It is custom on Barsoom, that the man is in charge of the woman. Despite Dejah's hatred of that custom, and of Sab himself, there's nothing she can do but obey her new husband to the best of her abilities. She knows it will only go worse for her AND her people if she does not.

Slowly, moving her hips back and forth to 'put on a show' as she strips, Dejah begins removing her garments. The wedding attire she'd been wearing all day comes off piece by piece, exposing more and more of her reddish copper skin to Sab Than. The Prince of Zodanga reaches down and begins stroking his cock up and down as he feasts upon her body, watching her with a wicked grin on his lips.

It sends a shiver of disgust up her spine, even as she finds her eyes darting down to his cock again and again. Tch, she knew well what men on Barsoom said. That women were easily broken in once they got a properly sized dick in them. That no matter what a woman tried, no matter how high they attempted to rise... in the end, it only took one night of passion to tame even the most prudish bitch.

She'd heard it all, and even had some of it flung in her face because of her intelligent mind and scientific pursuits. Dejah had received more than her fair share of misogynistic comments about her 'proper place'. It was why she'd so easily fallen in love with John Carter. He was strong and handsome and had rescued her to be sure... but as well, he put no expectations on her. He spoke none of the crass words that had followed her all her life.

Alas... he was dead and gone. Sab Than was what was left to her, and even if this was a most horrible fate for Dejah Thoris, for her people it was the only path forward. For the people of Helium, Dejah would make the ultimate sacrifice.

As she finishes stripping naked, Sab grins and gives his erect cock a little tug.

"Come over here and put it in your mouth. Do it all sexy like, beloved."

Once again presented with no other option, Dejah does as she's told. Clinging to her conviction and her belief in her own intellectual superiority, the red skinned woman walks over and crawls onto the bed, moving her hips sensually and letting her ass lift a little higher above her head as she crawls forward, up between his legs.

Holding his cock steady for her, Sab looks on expectantly... and so Dejah does what she must and opens her mouth wide, doing her level best to fit his bulbous cockhead past her lips and into her waiting maw. She glares up at him as she does so, slurping and sucking his dick and beginning to give him a slow but also deep blowjob as she takes as much of him into her mouth as she possibly can.

Unfortunately, her defiance is not met with any sort of response she might have wanted. Rather, Sab just grins at her, his hand on the base of his cock remaining there while the other goes to her head, lacing through her dark hair.

"That's a good girl. You done this before, darling? Heh, no matter... either way, you're a natural."

Dejah flushes at that, half-grimacing as she continues to suck his cock. It's embarrassing that his words... his words provoke a biological reaction in her. But it IS biological, no more than that. Sure, her body might be starting to react with increasing wetness down below, but Dejah herself is still disgusted by all of this. She's not... she refuses to let herself get too aroused as she takes his cock in her mouth. She tries her best... not to imagine what it might feel like inside of her.

Unfortunately, it doesn't matter if she tries not to imagine it. In fact, she might have been better off doing exactly that. She might have ended up more prepared. With a lustful, impatient growl, Sab suddenly pulls her off of his cock. There's a sharp pain as he yanks on her hair and the Princess of Helium cries out as she's forced into position, manhandled and spun around so that she's still on her hands and knees, but facing away from him this time.

She's not expecting it at all to be like this. His free hand falls upon her ass, giving her reddish copper-tone bubble butt a good harsh squeeze that causes more lubrication production from her treacherous cunt. Then, before Dejah can even recover her equilibrium and get her thoughts in order... he slams forward inside of her.

Eyes widening in disbelief, the Princess of Helium's breath is driven from her lungs as Sab Than's massive cock punches DEEP into her already wet quim in one fucking go. Forcing her down into the bed, mounting her doggystyle, and starting to fuck her... it's exactly how she should have known he would take her. But she'd spent so much time avoiding thinking about it that she hadn't prepared herself at all.

As such, she's completely unprepared for just how GOOD it feels to have his cock inside of her. As Sab rams home into her clenching, squeezing passageway again and again, Dejah can't help the involuntary cries that spill from her lips. There's anguish in her tone... anger and heartache and heartbreak too. John... she misses him so much.

And yet... and yet, Sab's cock is better. It's shameful to admit it, and she refuses to say so out loud, but it's the truth. John was a strong but gentle giant who, aware of his own super-strength, had made love to her tenderly and slowly. She thought she'd liked that about him, she thought she loved the way they had sex.

... Now though, she has something to compare it to and not only was John MUCH smaller than her new husband, Sab Than wasn't holding back. The Prince of Zodanga was fucking her relentlessly, hard and fast, and it's all Dejah can do to hold on for dear life as, much to her eternally burning humiliation, her husband manages to coax an orgasm from her in no time at all.

As she squeals and squirts along Sab's cock, the Prince of Zodanga laughs and reaches forward. One hand is still in her hair, but the other goes to her throat as he leans over her, still buried inside of her quim. He doesn't quite choke her, he simply holds her by the neck, like a makeshift collar to remind her that she now belongs to him.

"Like that, bitch? You like my thick fat dick buried inside of your hungry twat? I know you do... all you females love a huge helping of Sab."

Gritting her teeth, trying to draw on her anger towards him casually mentioning other women as much as she possibly can, Dejah scowls and shakes her head.

Sab's words cut through her wavering conviction like a knife and before Dejah can think twice, she SLAMS herself down on his cock hard, taking his entire length up into her to the extent that the head of his member actually punches up into her cervix, prodding into the entrance of her womb. As his latest cum load deposits itself directly into that most sacred of places, her body luxuriates in the sensation of being filled... and Dejah positively cums her brains out. It's harder and harder to keep thinking about the things she put value in before. Harder and harder to avoid getting lost in the pleasure.

... It would feel so good to give in, but she has to... she has to remain strong. Even if no one is coming to save her, even if there's no one she's staying strong for except herself, she HAS to keep fighting, to remain true to the real Dejah Thoris. The Princess of Helium is not some weak-willed female to be broken by a male's big f-fat cock!

As they both recover from their highs, Dejah's hips move on their own, gyrating and riding her husband's cock gently to keep him hard, to milk him of his last bits of cum and keep him from going soft inside of her. Needless to say, Sab notices this and can't help but comment, his thumbs rubbing semi-soothing circles into her flesh as he grins maliciously.

"You're already desperate for more, darling~"

Scowling deeply, Dejah glares down at her husband and shakes her head in vehement denial... but at the same time, decidedly DOESN'T stop riding him, bouncing up and down on his dick as he smirks triumphantly beneath her.

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It'd taken him a lot to get back to Mars, but here he was. John Carter knew he was late. He'd heard about the wedding. It had been weeks since Dejah was forced to marry that bastard Sab Than, and John can only imagine how his beloved has been suffering in the warlord's hands ever since. He won't... he won't let that last another moment. John knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that Dejah hasn't given up yet. His lover is too strong for such a thing, and even if she's broken... he'll just have to save her and put her back together again, one piece, one day at a time.

Having hatched a plan that would allow him to sneak into Zodanga's palace and save his love from the evil prince bastard who had her, John has made his way inside without being seen. So far, everything is going perfectly. So far, he's gone completely unnoticed and completely undetected. This is good, because he KNOWS if it comes down to a one-on-one fight between him and the Prince of Zodanga, then he'll win hands down.

As he makes his way to the suite of rooms in the palace where Dejah and her evil husband have apparently been living, John's jaw is set with resolve, his eyes filled with determination... until the sound of feminine moaning and groaning reaches his ears and he blinks, stuttering to a stop. Dejah...

Racing forward, John comes to the door where he knows his beloved is just beyond, waiting to be saved. Right? Suddenly feeling... a deep and dark sense of foreboding, John doesn't just kick down the door like he originally intended. Instead, the human prospector slowly works it open, finding it unlocked as he carefully eases it just a few inches so he can peer inside.

What he sees... horrifies him to his core. Dejah and the evil Sab Than are on the bed together, going at it... going at it doggystyle. The Princess of Helium is being railed from behind by her big-dicked husband. It would be terrible enough if John was witnessing his beloved being raped... but that doesn't appear to be the case. Instead, as she's getting plowed into the bed, Dejah is positively groaning in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Sab has this wicked, triumphant grin on his face, like the evil bastard KNOWS he's got Dejah right where he wants to. His hands greedily move over her body, playing with her breasts and ass to his heart's content. He gropes and squeezes her wherever he likes, however hard he likes... far more roughly and brutally than John had dared when the two of them had made love to one another.

And yet, no matter where the Prince of Zodanga reaches and grabs onto, no matter how harshly he mauls her flesh... Dejah Thoris' moans only grow louder, the red-skinned princess MOANING in wanton DELIGHT as she's felt up by her husband, as she's fucked hard from behind.

To his continued mounting horror, John can even see the combined cum of both parties drooling down betwixt Dejah's thighs even as her sweat-soaked body thrusts back into Sab's cock and her eyes fully roll up in her head and visible, wanton ecstasy. It's... it's the worst case scenario, and John finds himself questioning if Dejah ever loved him, or if it was all a trick, all a trap to... to get her way, to get him on her side.

Was it all a lie? Was everything they'd shared together not real? Or were Tars Tarkas' words true? He hadn't wanted to believe the Thrak when he'd said the things, he'd said about... about Red Martian women. The Green Martian had been very blunt and very crass when he'd described the biological nature of Red females like it was all but known and decided. Presumably, all a Red Martian woman needed was a proper man to put her in her place and they would be soundly tamed.

Tars Tarkas had told John this with the recommendation that he not be gentle with Dejah. That he fuck her soundly and deeply and tame her before any other man could get his hands on her. But John... John had feared he might hurt her. His strength on Mars compared to Earth was so much greater. He was capable of great physical feats, but he was also afraid that in the throes of passion, he would do actual injury to Dejah.

And so, he'd held back... and now... now he was bearing witness to something truly terrible, his worst fears come true. Sab Than clearly hadn't held back with Dejah while John was absent... and the Princess of Helium seemed to have loved every last second of her and her new husband's time together.

The human man can't really see how any of this could get any worse... but then it does. The Prince of Zodanga runs his hands down to Dejah's belly, fondling her abdomen from behind and chuckling softly.

"The married life suits you, Princess. Your abdomen has grown soft..."

At first, John doesn't understand the teasing, leading tone in Sab's voice. Nor does he understand why Dejah's immediate reaction to the man's words is to climax explosively, her moans growing even louder and more wanton as she spasms in his ironclad grasp. When she recovers, he finally learns what Sab already knew and what Dejah thought she was keeping from him.

"Y-You've knocked me up, dear husband! You've... you've impregnated me, bred me, and gotten me with your c-child! Nnngh!"

Sab just laughs and nuzzles her neck.

"I noticed, pet. Heh, tell me something I don't know."

John isn't sure the evil Prince is expecting Dejah to take him up on his offer, but she does so all the same, words spilling out of her lips that cut John to his very core, each and every one.

"In t-truth, I've loved every second of our marriage, my beloved husband! I was in denial at first, unwilling to acknowledge it... but you're the only man who knows how to properly pleasure me, how to properly USE ME! I love you, Sab Than! I love you and your big fat cock so FUCKING MUCH!"

Her confession causes Sab to groan and seize up before cumming deep inside of her, which in turn prompts another orgasm from Dejah as well. As they bask in the moment of shared love and affection, John... closes the door and sits with his back against it, completely and utterly heartbroken.

Not a second too soon either, as back in the room, Dejah turns around to make out with her beloved husband and would have seen her former lover if he hadn't closed the door a moment before. Instead, completely unaware of John's presence or indeed his continued survival, Dejah wraps her arms around Sab's neck and kisses him deeply, the two of them making out for a few moments quite noisily before pulling apart for air.

As she pants breathlessly, Dejah looks into Sab's eyes and licks her lips hungrily.

"I'm going to enjoy giving you quite the large family, my dear husband. My place is at your side... the mother of your children, as many as you can possibly breed out of me."

Pleased by her declaration, Sab growls and mounts her in a mating press right then and there, fucking into her and even lowering his mouth to suckle on her milk-laden tits as Dejah cries out freely and passionately, her mouth now as honest as her lower lips as the Princess of Helium, broken and tamed on her husband's cock, exults in her new life.

Meanwhile, outside the room, John Carter sits, hearing everything, heartbroken and torn asunder by this turn of events. He'd come back to save his lover... only to discover himself replaced by a better model.

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