"I'm afraid it is not possible. The ritual of your abduction has begun. You are mine and only mine for the foreseeable future."

  Her face contorts and she blinks several times before she responds.

  "You...you...you're an evil alien!"

  I reach for her hand but she steps back to avoid me.

  "I assure you my intentions are not to invade your planet, or to kill your family," I tell her.

  She pauses for a moment and I'm trying to make sense of the emotions she's emitting, but I can't. I think she's too overwhelmed to even make sense of them herself.

  "Ar-are you quoting Battle of the Galaxies? What the actual⁠—"

  "We have no concept of evil in Vyperion. But you often refer to the Shadow Ruler in the movies as evil, and he eradicates entire planets and kills Admiral Calliope's family. I assume that's what evil means."

  She shakes her head with wide unfocused eyes.

  "No, you idiot! That's not all it means. Evil is...evil is...I don't care to explain it to you. Get a dictionary. Or look in the mirror. You. You are what evil is!"

  "I can sense your frustration. I don't wish to make you more anxious so I'll let you rest before our arrival to Vyperion. I will send for your maiden. She will provide you with anything you need. Some sustenance and hydration would perhaps be of need?"

  Ayla shakes her head.

  "No, I don't want sustenance and hydration. I want my life back. I want my planet back."

  "Ayla, I assure you, your planet is safe and sound in your solar system. Please rest. We have a long month ahead of us before our wedding. I wouldn't want you overexerting yourself"

  "A month? A month?"

  She's back to emitting confusion so I ignore my bursting desire and satiate her need for knowledge. For now.

  "Yes. The wedding ritual lasts an entire Vyperian month. I believe that's fifteen of your Earth days. We are to prepare for the nuptials and I'm to earn your affections before the big day."

  She doesn't respond. Instead she keeps staring at me, the disbelief clear in her mind.

  "I will leave you to rest. But if you need anything, I'm a thought away."

  She has another question, I can sense it on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't vocalize it which leaves me with no other option than to leave her alone as much as it pains me.

  It's for the best, anyway. I was so aroused in her presence it wouldn't have done me any good and it's clear she needs a lot more acts of devotion before she's ready for me.

  So instead, I return to my quarters and collapse into my bed.

  I close my eyes and sigh in relief. She's finally mine. I've been dreaming of this day for the past decade when I stumbled onto one of her first movies and her beautiful smile won me over.

  In fact, it's the very movie I'd been re-watching before we found her on Earth.

  I glance at the ceiling where the movie is paused in the final scene, where she proclaims her love for the male lead, a man who's only half as good or as talented as she is. The tears in her eyes look so real, so genuine. I brush my hand in front of me and the movie plays on.

  "Jack, I never...ever knew love could feel like this. Not until you. You're the light in my darkness, guiding me safely back home. I used to believe love was a fairytale. A fiction. Out of reach for someone like me. But you...you proved to me it can be real and it can be beautiful."

  My lips move along with hers, a little out of sync naturally, since her real words and the ones I hear are different, courtesy of our neural translators, but they're still words I know by heart. Words I've memorized, thought of for days and nights dreaming of her saying those words to me on our wedding day or in bed in my arms.

  And now, after all this time, after all these years, this dream is closer than ever. I will just need to step up my game because apparently things in real life don't work like in the movies. Women don't look at you and know you're the one from the first moment you meet. They need to be courted and that's what I plan on doing.

  But first, I need to take care of this ache I seem unable to get rid of.

  I flip through the windows of my ceiling monitor until it lands on the cameras in her room. As I'd ordered, her maiden has already provided her with food and drink and despite her frustration she partook in it.

  She’s so beautiful. So different. Which I knew before I abducted her, but if anything they are even truer now that I've seen her in the flesh.

  I slide my hand down to my hard cock and its heat almost burns me.

  My slit flexes and I spread the natural lubricant all over my length. Even that mere move makes me catch my breath. It's so hard to stay in control. I'm so close to coming undone, it's unreal.

  Each stroke builds up in the back of my throat until I can't control it anymore and I let out a loud moan. I keep my gaze on her, on her image on my walls. Her curvy body, her gorgeous eyes, the way she runs a strand of hair behind her ear or how she hugs herself only brings me closer to the edge.

  I swivel my tail to the front and wrap it around the base of my cock and around my balls. The color of my length turns a darker cerulean blue, my ridges swell up making me almost twice as girthy. My brush my thumb along the slit, teasing more precum out of me and making my crown all dark and sensitive.

  Ayla sits up and walks away from the table toward the bed. The way her tits move makes me all throaty and itchy for release. What I wouldn't give for her to be here now, to be touching her, running my hands all over her body, suckling on her hard nipples and tasting her supple juices like they're the only sustenance I require.

  What I wouldn't give to have her in my bed, her legs spread apart and me feasting on her sweet little pussy.

  I use my hands to massage my body, flick my nipples, do the things I want her to be doing and put my tail to work stroking my cock.

  Of course, I can do nothing else but watch my beautiful Ayla, my beautiful future queen, explore her room and imagine me there with her or her here with me working together toward release, both hers and mine. Working in unison, our breaths catching, inhaling each other until we're torn apart by our desire.

  My taint pulses, my balls throb and I pry my eyes off her just so I can see my wrapped tail work itself up and down until the claws of my orgasm burst through me and I paint my abdomen in white silky stripes.

  I unfurl my tail as I slowly come back to my senses. I look up at her and wish she could see me. Wish she could see what she does to me. How hot and hard I get for her. And how much I want her.

  I want her more than anything. More than my throne, more than my planet, more than life itself.

  Soon, I'll show her. I'll show her what it means to be King Lofynyx's queen.

  CHAPTER 3

  AYLA

  This has got to be a dream.

  It's got to be, right?

  I open my eyes and find the same circular room, the remnants of the peculiar looking food.

  "Oh for fuck sake!"

  I rub my eyes just in case, but no, my nap didn't wake me from the nightmare. I'm still a prisoner. Of an alien king no less.

  The way he talked to me, the way he spoke about rituals and nuptials, you'd think he was a secondary character in the Battle of the Galaxies. I'd filmed many scenes with aliens who didn't understand human concepts, who were open with their feelings and thoughts, who didn't understand how wrong certain things were.

  But then again I'd never filmed with anyone who was actually naked—and hard. That was definitely a first.

  It was so hard to focus on his words, on the story he was trying to sell me, when his cock was so large and erect in front of me, as if it was nothing. As if...as if I was on the set of a porn parody instead of real life.

  How the hell is this real life?

  Granted, I never gave much thought to the "life out there" type of existential questions. I was simply on the "it's a vast place. Surely there are living organisms somewhere."

  I never expected there to be a whole-ass civilization. That would want me as their queen, no less.

  "This has got to be the most absurd experience of my life," I say to no one in particular.

  It's not like there's anyone around.

  I sit up in bed and look around. I hate it here. There's got to be a way to get back. A way to escape.

  Then again, I've never been abducted before so what the hell do I know about escaping from captors.

  On a spaceship. I forgot about that part.

  I ball my hands into fists and go in search of the bathroom. I'd found it before passing out in the bed, not sure why since I hadn't done anything, but maybe being kidnapped was exhausting.

  As I come back out, I jump.

  There's a blue bald woman in front of me, her tail wrapped around her hips and thighs, holding a tray out for me.

  "I'm sorry to scare you, Your Highness. His Majesty requested we bring you a home comfort."

  I look at the contents of the tray. There's a bottle of Malbec and a glass on it along with a selection of cheeses on a plate.

  Fuck. Why does this look so good?

  "How about taking me home? That would be a comfort!" I tell her but she's just the help. What could she possibly do? She sets the tray down on the table and watches me with crossed hands.

  "Is there anything else you'd like, Your Highness?" I don't miss how she hiss at the end.

  She did the same when she was here earlier with more food and drink—food and drink I’ve never seen before. She hissed a lot. He did it too. Maybe it has something to do with their forked tongue. Or maybe it's their accent, although Lofynyx said he wasn't speaking English.

  "How can I understand you?" I ask her.

  "Your Highness?" She looks perplexed.

  "You speak your own language, aren't you? How can I understand you? How can you understand me?"

  She blinks and lowers her head again. I wish she wouldn't do that. I'm not royalty. I'm just a girl who happens to be a Hollywood actress. And I doubt that means anything to an alien civilization.

  "Your neural translator, Your Highness. We all have them." She taps her temple and I frown.

  "How could I possibly have one?"

  She smiles.

  "We injected you with one, of course. When you first boarded, His Majesty's medic took care of that."

  I gasp.

  "What! You injected me without my permission? That is beyond reprehensible."

  See, I could get along with the whole "I want you to be my queen, let me take you to my planet thing" if it didn't invade my privacy. On my personhood.

  "It was the only way you'd understand us, Your Highness."

  "Stop calling me that. I'm not your highness. I'm just Ayla."

  She smirks humbly again.

  "Oh, I know, Your Highness. You're pretty famous in Vyperion."

  "I am?" That makes me pause. "How?"

  "Your movies, they're quite popular. They love how you portray other civilizations. A lot of Vyperians grow up watching your Earth movies. We learn a lot about Earthens."

  "Is that so you can invade us one day?"

  She chuckles.

  "I doubt that will ever happen. We can barely keep peace on our planet. I don't think we'd be able to colonize others."

  I frown.

  "Well, that's reassuring."

  She nods.

  "I was being sarcastic. How bad is the situation? What am I walking into?"

  "It's not so bad nowadays. King Lofynyx has been very good in keeping the peace between Leviathars and Minoans."

  I put my hands up and shake my head.

  "Hold on. You just said a lot of words I don't understand. What's Leviathars and what's Minoans?"

  As she explains about the two countries of Vyperion I feel the bottle of wine staring at me. I've always been weak against a good Malbec. Especially one paired with a ton of cheeses. It’s another weakness of mine.

  "Leviathar is our country. King Lofynyx is the ruler. We've been under attack from the country of Minos for centuries. They're after our resources. Their country is full of barren land and they are envious of our rich oceans, our raw materials."

  Fuck it. I side step the girl and pour myself a glass. What's the worst that could happen? Drug me? They've already abducted me.

  I crash on a large cushion and listen to her planet's history, taking small bites of the aged smoked cheddar that makes the wine taste so much stronger. It's utterly delicious.

  "I'm not going to lie...what's your name?" I say when she's done with the history lesson.

  "Triannis," she answers.

  "I'm not going to lie, Triannis. Your planet sounds fucked up. But then again, have you looked at mine?"

  "We often hear of your planetary problems. It makes us really sad."

  "You and me both," I tell her and refill the glass. I offer it to her but she shakes her head and steps back. "I won't tell if you don't."

  "I couldn't, Your High⁠—"

  "At least call me Ayla. That, I won't back down on."

  "As you wish. Ayla." Her face brightens when she smiles and I think about my next question very carefully.

  "Right, Triannis. Can you be honest with me for a second?" She nods. "What does your king want with me?"

  Triannis licks her lips.

  "To marry you, Your Hi—Ayla." I raise an eyebrow and she corrects herself.

  "But why? I'm sure your planet is full of viable women to take to the throne. What does he want with me, a human from Earth?"

  She opens her mouth to answer but it's someone else who speaks instead.

  "Because you're the only mate I'd ever want by my side." Triannis jumps and turns to bow to her king.

  I, on the other hand, don't bother getting up. If he's going to treat me like a prisoner—granted a prisoner with the best of red wines and cheeses, but a prisoner no less—then he can suck my dick if he thinks I'll treat him nicely.

  "You have a dick? How interesting!" he says and I sit up straighter while he turns to the maid. "Leave."

  Triannis hiccups and makes her way out of the room.

  "Please," I say.

  "Excuse me?" he asks.

  "Leave, please! Or even better, will you please leave us? Manners. They make a difference."

  He smirks. The fucker smirks. As if I've said something funny.

  "Ah, Ayla, a true warrior of the people even in real life. I like it."

  I ignore his compliment—is it a compliment?—and circle back to his comment from two seconds ago and do my absolute best to ignore the raging boner between his legs and my flustered need to "take care of it."

  "Did you just ask me if I have a dick?"

  "I did."

  "How? No. Scratch that. Why did you ask that?"

  "Because you said⁠—"

  "Huh! Said. I didn't say anything. I thought it."

  I point to my head feeling like a crazy person but I know I'm not. I know I said, in my head, that he can suck my dick. So how the hell did he know and replied to that unless he...

  "You're telepathic, aren't you?"

  His eyes narrow and his lips turn to the side and I want to rub his smugness off his face.

  "Empathic, actually. All Vyperians are," he says matter-of-factly.

  Shit.

  If he can read minds or emotions, or whatever, he...he must have read what had gone through my head when I first saw him. All the dirty, naughty urges I'd fought against.

  "What the fuck! Stay out of my mind!"

  He puts his hands as if he's invoking a deity and says. "That's simply not possible. We can't shut it off."

  Fuck!

  I'm screwed. Because try as I may to sound like I hate him—and I do. I fucking do—he can still see through all that and read my thoughts, all the stuff that's flashing through my mind that makes me constantly wet and desperate.

  "Then stay out of my room. I don't want you invading my mind. You've done enough invading my body and my liberties."

  I should just keep talking. If I do, I can ignore the long hard cock and avoid imagining how good it would feel sliding inside me. If I keep talking I can stop trying to decide how those ribs along his length would feel as he fucks my pussy. Yeah. That's a good plan. If I keep talking, he can't read my thoughts. He can't act on them.

  "I'm afraid I can't do that. I intend to court you and as such I do need to be in close proximity."

  "Court me? What? Are we in Victorian London?"

  He takes a step forward and no, I don't look—I don't fucking look—at how his alien length bounces from the abrupt movement and no, I don't fantasize—like hell I'm not—it doing the same thing to my insides.

  "Perhaps you're more familiar with the term dating."

  I scoff.

  "Dating? What would you know about dating? Dating doesn't involve involuntary removal of one person from their home...planet."

  "I am aware. I've watched enough of your movies, however I hope you will give me some grace. After all, we still have to follow Vyperian customs too. Like iblis. Iblis is a must by Vyperian tradition."

  Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts, Ayla. Unsexy. Like his ugly face...that I'd happily sit on.

  Shit. That's not unsexy.

  Unsexy. Like that stupid tail...that'd I'd love to be fucked by.

  Fuck!

  Why is this so hard?

  You'd think it'd be easier to accomplish, being pissed off with this whole situation, but no! I'm sitting here feeling like a porn star.

  Maybe that's what this is. A porn movie. I've been abducted by alien motherfuckers that want to blast my X-rated movie to the whole galaxy.

  Wait a minute. Are they even from this galaxy?

  "What the fuck is iblis?"

  "We are not from your galaxy," he answers and I frown.

  "I thought I said⁠—"

  "And iblis is...I believe you call it copulating?"

  My jaw drops.

  Yep. I've found myself on the set of an alien porn king. And as if that's not bad enough, my pussy is thirsty for that alien dick.

  Fuck my life.

  "You gotta be joking me," I tell him and he takes another step, his cock getting dangerously close to my face and if he gets any closer, I don't know what I might do.

  "No. It truly is part of the nuptial preparation. I'm to court you and fuck you until you're satisfied, to prove to you I can meet your needs before our wedding day."

 

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