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

/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!

Themes: Dom/Sub, Breeding, NTR

-x-X-x-

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.

"You're… nothing. M-Maybe… maybe you should go fuck those other b-bitches, if they love it s-so much!"

STILL Sab doesn't get angry with her. She almost wishes he would, almost wishes he would hurt her instead of making her feel better than she has in her entire life. Throwing his head back and cackling gleefully instead, Sab continues to pound deep into the depths of her cunt, slamming up against the entrance of her womb itself.

"Your mouth might be lying, but you have another set of lips that are telling the truth, my beloved wife. Let's hear what they have to say, shall we?"

Dejah tries to respond, but he cuts her off by gripping tighter at her throat, lightly choking her out just enough to silence her as he keeps fucking her from above and behind. Mounted, pounded into the bed like a bitch, the Princess of Helium is forced through orgasm after orgasm as her new husband demonstrates his dominance over her. It's humiliating, it's shameful, and it's degrading. Especially to one with a scientific mind like hers. She can't believe she's… she's proving all of those misogynistic pigs right. Worst of all, she can't believe she's proving SAB right.

Even if she can't control her orgasms, she can try and control her voice. And so, Dejah tries to keep as quiet as she can, with middling success. Whimpers and mewls still make it out from between her lips, but she no longer moans quite wantonly… until Sab, seemingly detecting her newfound resistance, switches things up.

All he does is shift his angle so he's fucking her from a new direction, and it blows through Dejah's concentration like it never existed in the first place. Eyes widening, jaw dropping open, and a violently throaty moan leaving her lips followed by something even worse, Dejah can't stop it in time.

"Soooo good~"

The accidental exclamation is immediately followed up by a mutual climax. Admittedly, Dejah was already in the midst of cumming AGAIN when the words slipped from her mouth, but her spasming pussy walls combined with her voice admitting just how good it all felt is apparently exactly what Sab needs to tip over the edge.

Filling her with his seed, Sab groans in heartfelt enjoyment, even moving his hand from her neck to her breast, giving the sensitive mammary a good squeeze as he pumps into her until there's nothing left in his balls to fill her with. Dejah, meanwhile, is quite glad she's already cumming… because having him deliver a load of his jizz right inside of her feels even better than the Princess of Helium ever could have dreaded would be possible.

Deep down, she hopes he didn't hear her. Maybe he was already about to cum, and lost in the throes of ecstasy, he didn't notice her small outburst in the heat of the moment. She hangs onto that hope… right until Sab nuzzles into her neck and dashes it across the rocks a moment later.

"I see your mouth is finally as honest as your lower lips, my darling wife."

Shuddering, Dejah turns her head away, face burning in shame. Sab just snickers… and begins to thrust into her all over again, much to her abject horror… and growing pleasure.

"Well, we'll work on it. Got all the time in the world for you to finally accept your place at my side…"

Certainly, one thing was abundantly clear… they were just getting started.

-x-X-x-

"Dejah. Attend me."

Stiffening up, the once-proud Princess blushes in shame and arousal as she… not quite hurries to attend to her husband's needs. It's been a week since their wedding and the… night of passion that had followed it and honestly, it feels like they've done nothing but fuck on every surface of the bedroom, when they weren't eating or sleeping.

As she enters said bedroom, Dejah blushes even harder at seeing the way Sab looks at her with a satisfied smirk on his face. His eyes trace up and down her body… her nearly naked body. Ever since that first night, he'd decreed the gorgeous princess was only allowed to wear her crown and a silk loincloth and nothing else.

This meant her beautiful, full, red breasts were fully in display, as well as most of her gorgeous, blemish-free body. It embarrassed her, just how much she enjoyed having his eyes on her after such a short time… but her brains, which she'd always taken so much pride in, were feeling scrambled after the past week. She couldn't help but want him… or rather, want his cock.

Sab himself was still a despicable, arrogant man that she wanted nothing to do with, truly. Although was it arrogance if he could back it up? Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, Dejah stands at the entrance of the room, fidgeting as she waits for his orders.

"Come, beloved. Attend to your husband's needs."

Her breath hitches as her eyes dart down to his cock. She'd been avoiding looking at it, knowing what even the sight of his dick did to her these days. Her thoughts grow even hazier and her lips part as her tongue darts out rapidly to slide along them. His member is once more fully erect, even as it glistens in the room's artificial light. They'd fucked less than an hour ago and he's still slick with their combined fluids… and yet, he's already ready for more.

Moving towards the bed, Dejah doesn't even realize she's putting on a show and sashaying her hips back and forth without him ordering it. Her body is moving on its own, making sure to seduce him even more so he'll fuck her long and hard yet again, despite her mind still railing against the indignity and injustice of her fate.

S-Still, there's no helping it. Her true love is gone… and this is for her p-people. Certainly, it's not for her. Flushed with arousal, already anticipating the pleasure, the Princess of Helium climbs onto the bed and then aboard Sab's cock. Gently mounting him, she shudders as she teases her own creampied slit with his bulbous dick tip, feeling as he ever so slightly spreads her lower lips apart.

Slowly, she impales herself upon him, filling her creamed twat with his meaty cock once more. His seed, which coats every inch of her insides, is pushed further up into her womb before it has even a chance to leak out of her all that much. As she slowly gyrates on his lap, Sab openly admires her body, whistling wolfishly and lacing his hands behind his head.

"That's it, darling. You've gotten quite good at making your hubby feel good, you know that? You were kind of shit that first night, but your hot body made up for it. Now though, now you're learning. Such a good girl."

Gritting her teeth, Dejah looks away, trying to hide how his words affect her.

"I-I am your w-wife… not s-some common whore to be, nngh, casually t-treated like a pet!"

Letting out a soft chuckle, Sab reaches up and casually caresses one of her tits.

"That so? Do you think you're any better than any woman I've had before you? Admittedly, you ARE a Princess… and having you as mine for the rest of our lives is an exquisite feeling. Still… you're no different from any other female."

Bristling, the Princess of Helium opens her mouth to protest, but before she can get a single word out, Sab pinches her nipple between his fingers and twists it.

"Cum."

To Dejah's horrified, humiliated shock… it works. His command over her body brings her to climax with a single word, causing her to shriek and squeal as she orgasms all over his dick. Falling forward, catching herself with hands on his broad chest, feeling his chiseled pectorals, Dejah whimpers, the Princess of Helium shaking her head back and forth as if to deny the reality she faces. Surely all those misogynistic pigs telling her all her life that her place was at the feet of h-her husband couldn't be right, could they?! It just wasn't fair!

As she's recovering, Sab smirks and takes ahold of her hips… and then takes over the fuck entirely, despite being on the bottom. As he starts hammering into her from below, Dejah's face contorts in further ecstasy, her mouth dropping open as one long, continuous moan leaves her lips. Her eyes threaten to roll back in her head and she cums even harder the second time, possibly harder than she's ever cum before.

It's not long before she's trying to fight off the constant orgasms as best, she can… but ultimately fails across the board, getting lost in the pleasure of their union as she rides Sab's cock, clinging to him for dear life, being bounced along without any real choice in the matter. Truthfully, she has no choice in anything anymore, and… and she's not sure she ever will again.

That thought should be one that fills her with despair and horror, and while it does do that, it also fills her with a strange budding sense of relief. She could just give in, couldn't she? She knows she shouldn't, but for what reason does she keep fighting this pleasure, this ecstasy? John Carter is dead… her one true love lost to her. She could make the best of a bad situation…

"I'm going to cum soon, my beloved wife."

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.

-x-X-x-

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.

-x-X-x-

If you'd like to read more of my work not seen on this website, check out Hentai-Foundry.com and QuestionableQuesting.com where I have over a thousand stories! I'm known as 'Cambrian' on those websites.

If you'd like to contribute to funding my writing at all, check me out on P atreon.com/Cambrian

Thanks for reading!