I roll my tongue in and out of her entrance while I massage her pearl with my upper lip. She tastes so sweet, so beautiful. I'm addicted and I don't even care.

  Her hands find their way to the back of my head and she brushes her fingers through my hair, pressing me down on her. She opens and closes her legs, tightening her hold, squirming under me as if she's helpless when I'm the one who can’t be helped.

  "Oh my God, Lofy. Fuck me. Please fuck me." I barely hear her begging but she keeps repeating until I can't ignore it anymore.

  "I can't, Ms. Kyle."

  She opens her eyes and stares back at me looking like the goddess she is.

  "Oh my God, stop calling Ms. Kyle. We're not in school. And...what...what do you mean you can't? I want your cock inside me."

  I smirk, taking pleasure in her request, but knowing I have to refuse her breaks my heart.

  "My cock is reserved for my queen and only my queen. But I'm happy to pleasure you to your heart's content until you're ready to make the decision."

  She tilts her head to the side, her brows furrowing.

  "What do you mean? You're not allowed to fuck me before we're married?"

  "Not with my cock, no."

  "But you branded yourself."

  I nod.

  "I did. I dedicated my soul to you."

  "And what about your body?" She bites one of her fingers gently and oh what I wouldn't give to be that finger right now, to have my lips on hers.

  "There are...certain traditions we must adhere to no matter how much we desire. You can only have my mouth and my tail until our wedding night."

  "Your...tail?" She brings her hand down to my tail still curled up around one of her tits and runs it along its length.

  Her touch is delicate, soft, but her intentions are more than clear.

  "Can you fuck me with it?" she asks.

  I choke down a hiss and nod.

  "It would be my pleasure." I unravel from her breasts and slither down to her folds.

  She watches me, her hold on my hair tighter but I keep my gaze on her as my tip teases her cleft. She gasps. The new contact between us sends shivers down my spine, shivers that reach my taint and make me pulse for her. I have half a mind to give in and take her, tradition be damned, but I've got to keep something sacred. Something a mystery. Some motivation for her to say yes. To take me as hers.

  Sliding inside her is easy. She's soaking. Her flesh tightens around the end of my tail and it makes both her and me tenser. She's so sensitive, her moans are like a song to my ears. A siren song driving me straight to my undoing, to my death.

  But I don't stop. I don't know if anything could stop me now as I drive further up inside her, feeling the sensation all the way to my cock, imagining I'm deep inside her truly, throbbing inside her, bringing myself closer and closer to release with each thrust, each gasp.

  I put my hands to use while fucking her, rubbing circles on her clit and watching the effect it has on her. Watching her come undone for me, under my rule.

  As I grind in and out of her, my tail turns red, my senses open up to her fresh essence pouring out of her and making her writhe as if she's being tortured. Only her emotions tell me the real story.

  "Oh my God, Lofy. Don't stop. Kee—keep going. Please. I beg of you don't stop."

  And that's exactly what I do until she's breathless, gasping for air, her entire body undulating. Her release blends with her essence and I waste no moment to brand myself more, to use more of her to mark my skin. And no matter how much I attempt to hold back my own release I spill right there, on the sheets with a hiss and groan to match her own, not even touching myself, or working myself up.

  When Ayla catches her breath I crawl back up to her, planting soft, eager kisses along the way but stop short before her lips.

  "Lofy?" she whispers, the air she breathes out becoming my only oxygen.

  "Ms. Kyle?"

  "If you don't kiss me right now I don't know what I might do."

  A knot forms in my throat and I swallow it.

  "I don't care if it's tradition. Do it now." Her words are more like a command, as is the determination behind them drumming in my head and I can't resist it any longer.

  I connect our lips and taste her, drink her up like a thirsty Vyperian quenching themselves and their mortality by the fountains of Avalax.

  All I can think about, all I can feel, is her and nobody else. Just like it's always been, since the first time I laid eyes on her on my screen. When I watched her first movie and fell for her right there on the spot.

  Only this time it's much, much worse.

  This time, I've broken so many rules that if she were to turn me down I'd be a doomed man and a doomed king.

  But even so, I can't find it in me to care.

  CHAPTER 7

  AYLA

  Idon't know what's gotten over me, what kind of spell he's cast on me, or what kind of poisons they're feeding me, but I can't stop thinking about Lofy.

  I can't stop dreaming of him, I can't stop needing his touch, his affection, his passion.

  And like the good empathic alien he is, every time I want him, he's there, to lick me clean, to take care of me, to help me climax. And he doesn't complain, or show signs of boredom, or need more than that.

  It's me who's desperate for all of him. I'm the one who wants his cock buried inside me while his tail and tongue do all sorts of things to the rest of my body.

  But he's a man of honor. He won't succumb. He won't back down. His cock is for his queen and that's that. Which is quite selfish, but respectable.

  I've never had a lover that put my needs above his before. No one who insisted on eating me out rather than shoving his cock in my mouth and expecting me to suck him dry so he can pump one in me and leave me to take care of myself.

  Don't get me wrong, it's not like no one's pleasured me before or no one could make me cum, but Lofy...it's like he's single-minded and determined to draw all the orgasms out of me over the next Vyperian month. As if it's a contest and he needs to prove something.

  It may be part of their nuptial customs, in which case the women of this planet are lucky. Very lucky indeed. But I do not know if it’s true.

  I want to learn more about them, about their ways, if only to understand their king better.

  To understand why he can't fuck me, but he can brand himself with me for life even at the risk of me turning him down. That makes no sense. Why would he do that knowing I could say no to him and leave him to suffer life in solitude because he gave his soul to me.

  I try not to think about the wedding day, or about my answer. It's too heavy a subject and even heavier are my conflicting feelings about it and about him.

  So, instead, I focus on Lofy's courting and iblis, as I've come to learn the physical affection and pleasuring is called in Vyperion.

  The visible mark of myself on him is intoxicating, I can't lie, but I had to stop him every time from branding himself more even though he looked gorgeous. I didn’t want him to paint his entire body before I knew what my answer would be. It felt cruel, even if he didn’t see it that way.

  I'm starting to lose track of the days and nights because they're all spent with him, surrounded by his spoils and admiration. Until he walks into my royal quarters one day and his face is sunken.

  The branding over his heart has started to turn luminescent. It catches the light from the candles and makes him look positively sinful.

  "E-everything okay, Lofy?" I ask, trying to pry my gaze off his chest.

  It's not like it's difficult to focus on his face. He's handsome for sure, but so is the rest of his body. So is his beautiful tail that feels so good inside me, as is his cock, which I may not have felt in me yet, but I can already imagine how wonderful it'll be when I do.

  If I do.

  If I say yes.

  I shake the thoughts off my head before he can read them, if he hasn't already, and take a deep breath.

  "Everything is all right, my iblis."

  At some point he'd moved from calling me Ms. Kyle to calling me his iblis. From what I can gather it also means soulmate, or sexmate or both. I liked the sound coming out of his mouth, the hiss at the end makes my clit throb, but I also felt bad for not knowing what to do with him.

  Do I stay on an alien planet, get the best sex of my life day in, day out with a guy who spoils me rotten at every opportunity and who's been in love with me for years and years?

  Or do I return home to pick up the pieces of my life and career and pretend as if none of this ever happened?

  I know the former option sounds ideal, but I've also worked so hard to be someone. I don't want to give it up for a man. No matter how good and kind he is.

  "Are you sure?" I put my hand on his neck and his eyes shut slowly, reveling in my touch.

  It's so addictive, watching him, the effect I have on him by a mere ghost of a move, and it does very little to quench my growing need for him. In fact, it does the opposite.

  "There is...a matter." His reluctance is interesting and I'm not entirely sure what to make of it.

  "A matter? What kind of matter?"

  He leans into my hand and closes his eyes, taking several big breaths before he speaks.

  "I really shouldn't be telling you this. It is irrelevant and breaks the custom of the abduction and isolation..."

  "What is it, Lofy? You can tell me anything."

  I don't acknowledge how wifely that makes me sound, or how absurd this whole situation is. Because it is. But what can I say? Of all the things I expected to happen, this was the last and most surprising of all. After all, how many women, or humans in general, can say they've been thoroughly eaten by an alien king?

  "Your...absence has caused quite the stir back on Earth. Now, I know it doesn't matter if you agree to be my wife, but I thought I'd warn you in case...you reject my proposal."

  I raise an eyebrow.

  "Proposal? I don't remember you asking."

  His eyes narrow and he studies me. For the hundredth time I wish I could see in his head like he does in mine so I could see what he's thinking and, more importantly, what he's searching for.

  He hesitates a moment. "That...is an Earthen custom. Would you like me to do so?"

  I shrug and put my arms around his neck, the warmth of his body making my own temperature rise considerably and my pussy even wetter.

  "It wouldn't hurt," I whisper in his ear.

  His cock rises between my legs. I feel it like a searing rod on a collision course, but before he can take place right where I want him, he steps out of my embrace and brings me back down.

  Which is probably for the best.

  "What kind of stir?" I ask.

  Yeah, it's probably best to focus on the matter at hand and not the other one.

  "Well, you didn't show up for your last few days of the shoot and people believe you're in rehab. Or dead."

  "Fuck!"

  The movie.

  How could I have forgotten about the movie? Gosh, it's like I've forgotten I have a life back on Earth.

  Oh, production must be pissed. I already know Jonathan doesn't like me, and now he has even more reasons not to for ruining his movie. Not that I care that much about that pathetic director who thinks he's above everyone and everything, but...still.

  "I need to tell them I'm okay."

  But then what? What kind of excuse could I possibly give them? What could I possibly say that would justify me missing work?

  Lofy shakes his head and bites his lip.

  "I'm afraid it's not possible. You're not meant to have contact with the outside world⁠—"

  "If that was the case, you wouldn't have told me."

  If he's about to spout shit about tradition right now, I'll slap him silly and I don't care if he's a king or God himself.

  "You're correct. I shouldn't have told you."

  "But you did."

  He attempts to turn his back on me and I grab him by the shoulder.

  "Why?" I ask.

  He looks into my eyes and I can't help but feel uneasy. It's like my biggest dream and my biggest nightmare are mixed into one and staring, calling me home, to Lofy's arms.

  Even if we weren't alone I know that I'd feel as if it were just the two of us right now, even though I've never had that feeling with anyone in my past.

  "Because I respect and admire your career," he says. "And I hate the idea I may have ruined it for you."

  And there he is. The real Lofy. Not the one beaten into shape by Vyperion and its unconventional ways, but the real man beyond all that.

  The one that loves me and wants to please me and wants to give me everything, no matter what. The man that branded himself with me knowing what that would mean for his future.

  "And what are you going to do about it, my Lofy?" My voice is all but a whisper. My pussy pulsates as a result of his presence, his gaze. And my heart? Well, even that one is going so fast I don't know how I'm still standing and not going dizzy.

  He gives me the once over as if he's taking me all in for the very first time and clears his throat.

  "The only thing I can for you not to hate me for life."

  CHAPTER 8

  LOFY

  I've lost my mind. I've lost my fucking mind. If anyone finds out what I'm doing...if it reaches Atraxius...

  I should have known choosing Ayla Kyle as my mate would be risky, too risky for a man in my position, but did I heed any warnings? No, I hadn’t.

  Which explains why I'm in a private jet on my way to Earth with my captive bride in tow. This doesn't just break tradition. It shatters it. Into a trillion little pieces. But I don't have the power to resist her. I don't have the strength to say no to her. And I know if I'm the reason her career is ruined, there's no chance she'll ever say yes to me.

  So kingdom and crown be damned, I do what any man should be doing, whether it's customary or not.

  "Not to sound ungrateful, but...what's the point of going back to save my reputation if my career is over anyway?" she asks from the co-pilot seat although I'm doing all the flying necessary.

  "What do you mean?"

  She lifts a bare shoulder and leans her head on it, looking so perfect it's as if I'm looking at a photograph of her. One of those from a high fashion magazine done to promote her next movie. How can she be so flawless? She doesn't feel real. Sometimes I can't even believe I've touched, kissed, licked the real Ayla. It’s like I've been treated to an augmented reality coma due to a broken heart and this is all just artificial.

  But it is real. Her taste, her scent, her gaze. It's all real, as is the fire they set inside me.

  "Well, we're going back so I can convince them I'm not dead and can finish my shoot, but...what's the point? If I marry you my life on Earth is over anyway," she says.

  She leans back in the chair giving me such a gorgeous view of her naked body, her beautiful tits, the love handles I can't wait to hold onto while burying myself deep inside her. The trail of hairs on her groin that I know lead straight to heaven. It's incredible how quickly she's grown used to the Vyperian way, how unembarrassed she is being in her true skin. It's as if she's already my queen and this is one of our regular trips back to Earth. I could definitely get used to this.

  "But your career won't be over, my iblis," I tell her. "I'm not a monster. You may still work. I won't come between you and your talent."

  She frowns.

  "How's that going to work, Lofy? What am I going to do? Take leave for a couple months and shoot the next movie only to leave everyone behind again?"

  "No!" I say sharply, a hiss escaping me before I can stop it. "You will come home to me every night. I will not spend a day apart from you."

  "So...what? You'll come with me?"

  I shake my head. "My duties lie with my people. But you can commute."

  "Commute?" She chuckles. "Every night? That's ridiculous."

  "Why is that? With our FTL technology, the trip to Earth only takes a couple of hours."

  She opens her eyes wide and bites her lip.

  "That-that's impressive, but still. Movie sets don't work that way, my sweet Lofy. They expect us to be in close proximity. We work long hours. Sometimes we barely get any sleep⁠—"

  "Are you not the star of the movie? You can demand better working conditions. Or I can demand them for you."

  Ayla purses her lips and raises an eyebrow.

  "Do I even want to know what that means?"

  "I can be very persuasive with just about anyone."

  "Is that part of your empathy?"

  I gaze into her eyes but don't answer. It's all right to leave some mystery behind my powers. More questions to want to get the answers to. More reasons to marry me and find out, perhaps.

  As we approach Earth, I inform Ayla so she can get dressed in her Earthen clothes and I put the jet on stealth mode.

  "I promise you, I'll be back as soon as possibl—" she starts when I put my hand up.

  "What are you talking about?"

  We're standing by the jetway with the ramp already down and the Earthen wind blowing inside the jet.

  "I'm reassuring you I'm not going to make a run for it while I'm gone."

  I narrow my eyes.

  "Why would you need to reassure me? I'm coming with you."

  "You are?" She scans my body with her eyes and her confusion clouds my mind.

  "Of course. I may have broken tradition, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you out of my sight. You are still mine, Ms. Kyle. I'm not going to let you forget that."

  The confusion dissipates to a pounding tightness that shoots straight to my groin and I have half a mind to drag her back to the co-pilot seat and get a taste of her.

  "Oh trust me, Lofy, I couldn't forget that even if I tried."

  "Good. I need to ensure you're here to do your job and not attempt to escape our wedding. Now what you choose to do on the day is a different matter entirely, but until then, you belong to me."

  Ayla breathes in and when she exhales slowly, the tightness both inside her and inside me gets even more intense.

 

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