11. En’Zal

The life of a king is never easy.

And it seems I just made my own a whole lot harder.

The little human trembles next to me. Her tongue wets her bottom lip as she looks up at me, her eyes big. Her curvy body radiates pure heat.

I wish to claim her mouth with mine and to sink my teeth into her soft flesh as I claim her virgin cunt.

A human queen of Zalleria? Is such a thing even possible?

I am a king, and I make my own rules. For the most part. But the Council of Kings is influential, and if they disapprove… then I will risk the safety of my entire kingdom for this woman.

That is what set Khi'Zal off. He saw the look in my eyes and the risks I was taking, and he knew it could lead to trouble for the entire kingdom.

But what kind of king would I be if I were to let such an innocent and beautiful creature such as Stella come to harm?

"We are approaching the palace, brother. Prepare for landing."

Khi'Zal's voice rouses me from my mating-lust. I pull back and growl angrily as I pull my claw away from Stella's leg.

It must wait. All of this must wait. My royal duties call. There are disputes I must settle. Meetings I must attend. Decisions to be made.

Wars to be fought.

There are an endless supply of advisors who want my ear, and endless decisions to be made.

My workload has never bothered me before now, but today I want to leave the palace and just jet off into the sun-set. Perhaps let my brother off first, and then just take Stella down to the sandy beaches of southern Zalleria and just… be.

But that is not the world we live in. Stella is a target and only in my palace will she be safe, and my country needs me as its leader.

A king cannot go on vacation.

My royal aircraft breaks through the atmosphere, and the screens lining the room show us the view from outside. My beautiful country is spread before us, with the sea to the south and the mountain ranges to the north.

Stella walks up to the window, her mouth hanging open.

"Holy crap," she says.

All Erullians are implanted with translation devices that make communicating with other species effortless. The device has zero problem with Stella's human tongue, but still, the things that come out of her mouth amuse me to no end.

"What is it?"

"It's… gorgeous."

I stand next to the awestruck human and explain what she's looking at. How all of this has belonged to my family for generations, and how it is my duty to care for this land.

Stella is silent for a moment.

"When you said you were a king, I don't know what I was expecting. It sure as hell wasn't this."

"Are there no kings where you're from?"

I do not know a single thing about human civilization. My lack of knowledge is painful. A man of my standing is an expert in all sorts of fields, but humans are only a recent addition to the intergalactic scene.

Their homeworld is generally considered a backwater only fit to be raided by slavers.

"There are kings, but, they are more of a… relic? No offense. They are mostly ceremonial, without any real power. Nowadays we have presidents, and we elect those."

"Hm. Interesting. Does that system work?"

Stella laughs. "Not really, to be honest."

Her laughter brightens the room. I wish I could stay here and listen to it all day, but my work awaits.