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The Alien King and I
Lizzie Lynn Lee
Published: 2011
ISBN: SHPFREE22
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The Alien King and I
I was kidnapped by an alien on my thirtieth birthday. And not just any alien, he told me he was the king of his people from a faraway planet: Naxia of Alpha Centauri B, the nearest star system to our sun. So he had said.
“I am Fairoh du Urugna, Lord of Stinani, Vanou, Edora, Adilor, and Iatil, Protector of the Free Lands, Quadrant Three of Naxia,” he announced in his deep, baritone voice.
“But I can call you Steve, right?” Because, really?
Of course I didn’t believe him. I was expecting a male stripper. It was my birthday, after all, and my BFF Carrie had arranged a special party for me hitting the big three-zero. All the single girls in my office and my close female friends had been invited. Carrie and I had promised them the party would be a blast—a wild night in Vegas would look like a Sunday sermon at the Vatican.
“Nay, woman,” he rebuked me, straight-faced. “You may address me as Lord Fai, for you have been granted the privilege as my chosen mate.”
“Right.” Strippers these days seemed to be very committed to their role.
One thing I didn’t understand, though, was how he’d managed to get me into the room in the first place? The girls and I had begun partying and I had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol when I’d opened the door to the, much awaited, highlight of our party. We were all excited and giggled “ooh” and “aah” when we saw him.
He was better looking than what I had anticipated and not in attire I would have expected. For a stripper, he had dressed too much. The hunk was over seven feet tall, clad in shiny metal armor like a warrior from the video game HALO that my nephew is so fond of playing. The only thing missing from his ensemble was the self-sustaining helmet and a big-assed laser rifle.
“Pray, tell me, are you Lindsey Cunningham?” His voice was deep, seductive.
“Why, of course, sexy,” I had answered. “What can I do you for? Missionary? Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? I’m a lady of many talents.” The girls behind me were jeering and catcalling like raunchy bitches in heat.
He had only smirked and touched my forehead with his metal-gloved hand and seconds later, I found myself standing in the middle of the room that looked like a set from a bad, low-budget Sci-Fi flick.
How the hell had he done that? What kind of Houdini tricks had he used on me? I don’t think even Chris Angel would have been that good, let alone some run-of-the-mill stripper. I asked him and that was when he told me he was an alien. He had come to get me because I was his chosen mate and would carry his royal heirs.
I needed another martini. Several, maybe.
I didn’t realize I had voiced my thoughts out loud.
Steve, or rather Lord Fai, narrowed his eyes and gave me a reproachful look. “You are obviously inebriated.” He spewed it with such distaste, I found it hilarious. I thought male strippers preferred their clients drunk off their asses. Males are males and no man I know didn’t care for loose women.
Apparently, Lord Fai didn’t.
He strode to the adjoining room and vanished from my sight. Feeling more curious than a fickle cat, I followed him. The moment I stepped in, I was welcomed by the sight of an upscale, stainless steel professional chef’s kitchen.
Yeah, alien my ass. I swore I spotted a Kitchen Aid mixer.
If they wanted to make it believable, why didn’t they make the set thoroughly consistent?
Besides, his lordship Fai spoke perfect English. Only, his accent was unrecognizable. But I knew some guys who pulled this kind of stunt just to get into women’s panties. They drawled in some exotic accent, like French or German, when in reality, they were from Jersey.
So, I thought, the unexplainable time lapse, like one second I was standing in the hallway of my apartment and the next I was here, was nothing but the result of too much alcohol on an empty stomach. I had heard stories that when alcohol hit too hard it could cause someone’s brain to go funky as if they were on an acid trip. Maybe I had fainted. Or maybe this was Carrie’s joke. She laced my drink and I had passed out and this hunk-o-steel swiped me to this place to be entertained. Well, har-de-har-har, happy birthday to me. I wouldn’t mind a little joke. Lord “Steve” Fai here was one delicious bite of temptation no woman could resist. Hallelujah.
Fai opened a drawer and extracted a silvery, tall can. He opened another drawer and took out a glass. His movement was deft as I ogled him opening the silver can and pouring the contents into the glass.
“Here, drink it. I want you sober while consummating our bond.”
I snickered. “Do I have to pay you extra for the consummation service or does it come with the whole package?”
His eyes narrowed, the silvery-blue irises blazing “I do not understand your question, woman.”
“Sure.” I looked around. “Where do you keep the anal probe by the way?”
His puzzled look was very adorable. Man, he was good at faking the whole “alien” thing.
“Drink.” Fai thrust the glass into my hand. “When you are done, come to the bedchamber and disrobe. We shall go forth with the consummation.”
“Wait, aren’t you going to dance and strip first?”
“Why on Elerian’s moon would I dance and strip?”
I blinked. “Are you a stripper, or actually an escort?” I heard some strippers only strictly entertained, but some were willing to go beyond the grey line. Now, I had no idea what kind of adult entertainer I was dealing with.
“I am Fairoh du Urugna, Lord of Stinani, Vanou, Edora-”
“Fedora, fishing bait, yeah, yeah. Your titles are longer than Titles-R-Us.”
“As my mate, I expect you to show some manner of respect since I will be your lord husband as soon as our relationship is consummated.”
“Aww, you’re mad. Does this mean we’re going to have some, growly angry sex?” I had to admit, the idea appealed to me.
Fai, apparently, had had enough of my smart mouth. He grabbed me around the waist and flung me across his shoulder as if I were a sack of potatoes. My field of vision did a bungee jump before my face hit his metallic armored back. The glass in my hand slipped and fell with a loud crash, shattering on the kitchen floor into thousands of crystal pieces.
“Hey!” I protested. “Put me down, asshole. I’m going to be sick if you carry me like this.”
Fai ignored me. He strode to the other room like a soldier marching home from a victorious battle, carrying me as if I was his plunder. I told him to stop. My protests fell on deaf ears. He only stopped after we entered a room that was plastered with tiny tiles from floor to ceiling. The tiles looked like gemstones that had been cut square and polished until they gleamed. They glowed red, blue, amber, emerald and many more shades I couldn’t identify.
He put me back on my feet and I staggered. “Dude,” I warned him. “Don’t do that again. You made me dizzy.”
Fai only sniffed haughtily. Before I could do anything other than steady my balance, Fai dragged me to stand under a large, round silver disk that hung from the ceiling. A heartbeat later, the disk sprayed water like a downpour. I gasped wide-eyed and shuddered. The water was fucking cold.
I lurched aside like a cat avoiding its archenemy, but Fai yanked me back under the shower. No matter how hard I struggled to escape the embrace of the shower of ice, Fai managed to get me back under it effortlessly. He was stronger than I expected.
“Fine!” I yelled. “But this isn’t sexy at all. I want my money back.”
“But it does get you sober, does it not?”
He had a point. The nice buzz that I’d gotten from the alcohol had evaporated as soon as the forty-degree water hit my head. I shivered like a wet dog and was more miserable than a cat trapped in a tin can. Fai took off his metal gloves and flung them on the floor. They clanked with loud noise. He stripped me from my soaked clothes. Actually, he ripped them apart. My new outfit I’d bought at Macy’s just last night.
“Hey, these are expensive you know?”
“Your garment is hideous. They’re unfit to
Okay, this role-playing was starting to annoy me. I halted his hand when he was about to rip my panties. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not in the mood anymore. I want to go home.”
Fai ripped my panties anyway. His face was solemn and determined.
“Stop it!” I swatted his hand when he tried to grab my bra.
It did get his attention. “Look. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“Or we can do it the semi-easy-hard way. I’m fucking cold.”
Somehow, a smile flashed on his handsome face. “I’ll warm you in a minute. In the meantime, stay still.”
I should have smacked the bastard for making me shower in ice-cold water, but the promise of him warming me stirred some funny feeling inside me.
Like being horny. Which I thought was kind of pathetic. I didn’t date often, and none of my lovers looked like Fai. Carrie must have hired the crème de la crème from the agency. Fai was too gorgeous, too tall, and too buff to work as a regular adult entertainer. If he wanted, he could be easily mistaken as a male model. Or work as one. Was the competition in that industry so fierce, it forced a guy like him to entertain women at raunchy parties? I pondered life’s mysteries.
Fai looked pleased when I ceased my protests and became submissive. He took off my bra and regarded me with an appreciative stare. I quickly shielded my breasts and my pubis with my hands. Disappointment flashed in his eyes before he shifted his attention to something else in the room. He edged toward one side of the wall. Suddenly, a panel moved when he tapped it with his hand, revealing a recessed storage area. He plucked a cylindrical can from a row of funky shaped bottles and returned to me. The cylindrical can turned out to be some kind of foamy soap dispenser. Fai aimed the nozzle at me and lathered me generously. This whole thing was freaking weird. I wondered if Carrie had paid him to do a bathing fantasy. Because this was not living up to my fantasies. He scrubbed me with thorough attention like my mom used to do. Only I didn’t throw a tantrum like I did when I was a kid. The chill had seeped through my bones and I just wanted to get silly thing over with.
When he finished, he took a large towel from the same recessed storage panel. He wrapped me with it and swept me off my feet. He carried me to another room. A bedroom or bedchamber, as he called it, and deposited me on the silk-covered mattress. I felt so cold, my teeth were chattering. He disappeared again and came back a few minutes later with another glass in his hand. It contained an amber-colored liquid that frothed and bubbled.
“Drink it. It will warm you.”
I accepted the glass. “I thought you’re the one who’s going to warm me up?”
His gaze skittered from my head to toes. A broad smile followed. “Oh, I am going to burn you, sweet thing. Worry not.”
Now he called me sweet thing. I guess I wasn’t annoying him anymore. I sniffed the glass. The drink wafted a strong sweet scent, like concentrated honey. “What is it?”
He replied with a string of gibberish.
Since I was thirsty and yearned for something hot, I took a sip of it. The drink was delicious. I didn’t know what it was, but it was sweet and tangy and tasted like nothing I’d ever had before. The brew slid past my throat and intense warmth began melting my frozen state. I started thawing. Feeling ravenous, I drained it to the last drop.
Fai took the glass back when I finished and put it on the side table. I scanned my surroundings. Like the bathroom, this bedchamber was furnished to minimal standards. Sleek, red rectangular tiles plastered the wall. No windows. No other furniture except for one enormous bed in the middle flanked with two night stands. The floor was covered with a dark carpet the same hue as the walls.
I didn’t care much for the décor.
My attention shifted to Fai when I heard soft, rustling noises. He was disrobing. His impenetrable armor unlatched from his body with a hiss. Mechanical parts whirred. He shrugged off the chest and arms parts. His gear looked heavy and realistic. Then, he slipped down from the lower body robotic armor. I was impressed by the intricacy of his costume. Like I said, strippers these days were very committed to their role.
“Why did you dress like that?” I asked. “Did Carrie pick out the costume?”
He gave me a confused kind of look. “I didn’t know what to expect from your people. In Naxia, females are rare and precious. One must fight with the other warriors if he desires a female companion. Earth is peaceful and females are plenty.”
Right.
Under his costume, Fai wore a dark sleeveless shirt and boxer-like pants. They molded to his body and left nothing to the imagination. I could see the impression of his beautiful body, every hard muscles encased in flesh. And that huge bulge at his groin…
Good lord.
I tore my eyes from his erection. Feminine panic rising.
I’d never fucked a guy with a cock that big. Not sure if I wanted to. Fai could kill a woman with his tool and I certainly didn’t want to be his victim. Chickening out, I slid from the bed with the towel wrapped around my body as he shed the last piece of his clothing.
“Where are you going?”
I sprinted toward the door. Or rather an opening. I didn’t see any damn door in this place. “Changed my mind. Nice to meet ya.”
That opening slid closed before I could reach it, leaving only a blank seamless panel like the rest of the wall. I fumbled with it, looking to see if there was some kind of secret button to open it up.
I heard heavy steps. My body was airborne. Fai grabbed me from behind and slung me on his shoulder in a caveman style again. I kicked and screamed. “Put me down, you brute!”
Several steps later, my back hit the mattress. I lay spread-eagled with a very huge, displeased male standing before me. I found nothing earthly about him. His tall, muscled, perfect stature. His beautiful chiseled face. His piercing azure eyes that could arctic ice in one stare. He looked like a Greek God who descended to Earth to punish humanity with his wrath. Maybe because I was completely sober, my bravado was reduced to nothing, turning me into a big scared-y cat.
“Why did you run?” he demanded.
“I changed my mind,” I bit back. “Look, Carrie will still pay you. I’m just not in the mood anymore.”
He studied my face, seemingly interested in my change of heart. “Are you… afraid of me?”
I avoided his eyes. He was naked in all his manly glory. My face flushed hot.
Suddenly, he roared. Deep, hearty male laughter rang to the ceiling. “The High Priest told me female earthlings are delicate compared to Naxian’s women. But such coupling is still possible. A little rough, mayhap, but it is possible, nevertheless. Worry not, sweet thing, I’ll be gentle.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re supposed to entertain me.” I wrestled out every shred of dignity I had left so I wouldn’t look cowardly in front of him. “Now that you’ve stripped, dance.”
“I do not do dance. I am not a tavern wench.”
“So why do you work as a stripper if you don’t dance?” He cast me a withering look. “Oh, right. You’re an alien overlord.”
“Enough.”
Fai was impatient. Frustration darkened his face. The mattress dipped as he climbed on the bed. He yanked my legs. My body slipped down and I found myself under him.
God. All of a sudden, I hyperventilated. His naked body pressed mine, skin on skin with nothing in between. He felt hot on my cold, damp flesh. He warmed me, as he had promised, and the heat edged toward burning, as he had promised me also, searing through my pores. My heart pounded hard. And my pussy, that traitorous part of my body, began to stir and clench. I became aroused despite what I had said earlier. Fai leaned down to kiss me. I avoided him, so he licked the side of my jaw instead. It turned out to be a big mistake. The moment his tongue swept my skin, a high octane lust surged through my body with an incandescent ferocity I had not expected. I gasped, instinctively grabbing his hair. Fai purred like a lazy cat and continued licking me as if I was his favorite sweet treat.
I was torn. “Stop it,” I said weakly, telling him what was on my mind, but my body had a different idea. Just kidding, please lick me some more...
