Ginny

GINNY

S o, this is it. My wedding night. I'm about to start my new life doing the job I signed up for, although admittedly one of the only jobs available to a human, allegedly.

I'm going to be a breeder for an enormous bull alien. And he wants to do things the old-fashioned way…

Thing is, my body is absolutely down for whatever's going to happen in ways I thought it had completely forgotten. Maybe it's into royalty? Who knew? My brain on the other hand is overthinking things as always.

Phinade hands me over to a group of giggling lady Xnossans. They're slim, even compared to Phinade, their hides ranging from a gorgeous cream to a dark red. Gorgeous liquid eyes and soft shining noses, they are quite beautiful, and I feel very small and…bald. They help me out of the ridiculous outfit, which takes some doing, and then they coo and laugh over my hairless skin.

"Have you been with an Xnossos male before?" Mina, the cream-colored female asks me as she works some ointment into my skin.

"No," I reply. "I've not been with…anyone for quite a while."

"From what I hear, King Asteron is a considerate lover." Deina, a female with the most beautiful tan-colored hide, says with a smile which I'd say borders on jealousy. "Good in the stall and in other ways."

All the female Xnossons titter at her. I feel weirdly annoyed at her attitude and words because she's talking about my husband.

"You'll be fine. If he matched with you, he is yours, no matter what," red-hided female, Anthea, says softly, distracting me. "He will be gentle if you have not been with an Xnosson male before. They are quite large." She drops her eyes, and her long eyelashes sweep her cheeks. "But you have been with a male, haven't you?"

"Yes, once, a long time ago," I say in a whisper. "Nothing to write home about, if you know what I mean."

"Once you've had a Xnosson male, you will want nothing else. And if you're good in the stall, neither should he!" Mina cackles, and the rest of them join in with her laughter.

They drape me in soft silks, but, I notice, no underwear. The shimmering, gossamer fabric in all shades of white and cream moves and whispers softly with me, both exposing and not exposing my body. The fragrant oils they help me apply do make me feel like a queen, and even if they continue to make jokes about the size and stamina of Xnosson bulls, they mean well, and by the time I'm pronounced ready, I've almost forgotten why I'm with them.

"Good luck," Deina says with a toss of her pretty head.

"You won't need it," Mina says kindly, holding my hand between her two larger ones. "King Asteron, no matter what anyone says, is a good, honorable male. He will service you well."

And with that, I'm ushered through a door into yet another vast vaulted room. This one has open windows which look out down the valley, and long muslin curtains ripple in a warm breeze. It's dark outside now and lights twinkle in the forest below us.

It's quite magical and instantly takes my mind off what's supposed to be happening.

"Such a tempting treat." Asteron's deep voice rumbles in my ear from behind, a large hand descending on my shoulder and making me jump.

He instantly releases me as I spin to face him. Or at least I'm face to face with his very muscular chest, which is exposed in a "v" under long robes belted at his thick waist. I raise my eyes to his strong jaw, which is clenched.

"I will not make you do anything you do not wish to do, ," he says. "That is not my way. It is not the way of any honorable warrior."

"You're not making me do anything I don't want to do." I put my hand gently against his—surprisingly soft—fur. Underneath my touch, I feel him tremble. "And the same goes for you too."

He captures my hand with his huge one.

"This is not what I intended…this marriage. But I want it to work. I want you to want me in the way I want you."

"You want me?" I rear back. "I thought…"

I realize I don't know what I thought. I know nothing about Asteron, nothing about his planet, because the authorities on Britannia didn't want any of us to know anything.

"I am an honorable warrior, a king, but you drive me wild, little , like no one ever has before. I had my doubts about Starlight Brides, but they are clearly good at what they do because you are my fated mate, and around you my control is stretched to the very limits."

The tremble is a vibration. Every muscle in his huge body is straining. I see it in his eyes. His desire. For me.

"Fated mate?" I query. "I thought I was just your starlight bride?"

One thing which hasn't escaped the attention of the humans on Britannia is the concept of fated mates. Those who control what we watch have capitalized on the concept, making dramas, reality shows, and everything else in between as a sop to the masses.

But fated mates are…real?

Asteron nuzzles into my neck, inhaling, his breath hot over my skin, his tongue flicking my earlobe and sending sparks all through my body.

"You are so much more than some mail order bride, sweet . You belong to me. You always did, and I want to rut you until you're filled with my calf, then I want to rut you more as you swell with my young, taste your delicious milk, and worship the very ground you walk on."

Fuck! His hands are around my waist, his tongue doing things to me it really shouldn't, and I'm the wettest I've ever been.

"But first, you need to be pleasured until you can take my bull cock and knot," he murmurs, hand sliding through the soft silk which both covers me and allows the easiest of access.

It sweeps down my hip, around my thigh, and a digit pushes at my apex. Unbidden, my legs shift apart to allow him access.

"Slippery and wet for me, little bride?" he rasps. "You'll be in the stall taking me in no time."

This is really happening. I'm about to be ravished by the alien minotaur.