Chapter 9

nine

. . .

Lottie

Back on Earth, planning a royal wedding would have taken years. Literal years, with a formal planning committee of at least a dozen people, plus several hundred more staff to carry out every excruciatingly small detail.

On Aysgoth, they throw it together overnight. Literally, one night.

After Thundar and I gave the royal council the royal fuck-you, Fiotrix and her team of miracle workers whisked me away. We went back to the rooms I'd been locked in earlier, then proceeded to make use of every single inch of that spa-like bathing chamber.

A full body massage, a decadent facial, a mani-pedi. A skin treatment that made me as smooth as a baby's bum. I soaked in all the tubs. Got blasted by all the jets. I might not have been a royal when I walked into that room, but by the time they were done with me, I was definitely no longer a mere commoner.

I've never slept so well in my entire life. Especially after Thundar slipped into the bed after the lights were off and tucked me into his arms.

In the morning, more treatments followed. Hair done up in intricate braids. Some lotion that made my skin pleasantly warm. More lotion that made me shimmer under the bright Asygarthian sunlight. Then the wedding dress. Or rather… the scraps of a wedding dress. Made of fabric so light, I can barely feel it, and so sheer, it's basically see-through. One piece wraps around my breasts and the other piece wraps around my hips. Jewels, glistening crystals of all shades of blue and purple are draped over every spare, uncovered inch of me.

The ceremony was simple, conducted on a raised platform set above a large snowy field filled with guests. Some were obviously aristocrats from the pompous way they held themselves. But behind them were thousands of subjects of the realm. Just normal people like me, like who I was merely a week ago.

According to Fiotrix, holding the ceremony outside and allowing the commoners to attend is apparently an affront to tradition, but Thundar insisted for my sake.

Go, Thundar.

In the end, the ceremony was surprisingly Earth-like. Love and cherish. In sickness and in health. All things I eagerly committed to and Thundar eagerly committed to in return. And after we were officially husband and wife, the royal council crowned us king and queen.

When we turned to face the people as king and queen for the first time, a battle cry erupted from those gathered to witness this historic moment. Feet stomping, metal clashing against metal, it sounded like they were about to storm the palace.

But Thundar beamed. "They are congratulating us," he explained, shouting above the noise. "They like that you are like them. They are hopeful that we will lead them into a better future."

I blinked back unexpected tears. I made a silent promise then, that I would do everything I could to fight for the people who have accepted me as their own.

Afterward, our celebration reception was surprisingly… medieval. Long rows of tables in a great hall. Giant platters of meat, vegetables, and fruit. Goblets of mylk and something that tasted like mead. We all ate with our hands. I had a discreet cloth placed at my seat. Thundar beamed when I used it to wipe my fingers.

The party is still in full swing when Thundar stands. "Fear not, my Lottie. This is the fun part of the tradition," he says to me in a whisper.

I barely have time to process his words before he pulls my chair away from the table and sweeps me into his arms. I shriek as I'm hoisted over his shoulder, ass in the air.

"What the hell?!" I yell.

I flail, but his arms are tight around my thighs and his hair wraps around my torso, pinning me in place.

"Are you serious right now? This is supposed to be fun?" I struggle, but Thundar has no trouble carting me off like I'm a sack of potatoes.

The room erupts into cheers as their barbarian king abducts their queen–yet again. Yay. Fun.

Thundar doesn't set me down until we reach the bedroom of his private apartment. And when he does, he tosses me onto the mattress. I land with a bounce and a squawk.

He stands next to the bed, hands on his hips, grinning so wide. He looks so damn proud of himself and god, he's so handsome, I honestly have a hard time staying mad at him.

"Congratulations," I deadpan. "You've liberated me."

His lips quirk and his eyes twinkle. "Not yet. But I will." He grabs one end of the fabric tied around my hips and in a single swift motion, rips it from my body. He does the same with the fabric around my breasts, leaving me naked, save the jewels.

"You're beautiful," he says in a reverent whisper. And honestly? When he looks at me like that, I feel beautiful.

I reach a hand out to him, to my husband, my king.

His wedding loin cloth is made of that same sheer fabric and it takes no more than a light yank for it to go falling to the floor. His cock stands up, hard and leaking, pointed straight at me. My mouth waters at the sight of him. Big and blue, muscular and strong. Long white hair flowing around his shoulders. Eyes that are as cold as ice and as warm as the sun all at the same time.

He looks every inch the barbarian king.

But I know better.

Thundar is no barbarian. He's an honest, loyal man who wants to serve his people. He wants to change things for the better and make his world a place where every one of his subjects thrive. What could be more attractive than that?

Thundar climbs onto the bed and grabs a hold of my ankle. He plants a kiss right in the arch of my foot, then another on the inside of my ankle. He nibbles his way up my calf and by the time he makes it to my knee, I'm already soaking.

My pussy clenches in protest when he sets the leg down to repeat his actions with the other. Arch of the foot, inside of the ankle, nibble up the calf, lick the back of my knee.

Then two thick locks of hair wrap themselves around my knees and wrench my thighs apart.

I gasp as I'm exposed to him, unable to hide. My clit throbs against the cold air of the room. "Thundar!"

He descends upon me to suck my clit between his lips. His mouth is a furnace compared to the room's air and my body temperature skyrockets. Heat courses through me, settling into my bones, burning me up.

Then he releases my clit and blows a steady stream of air across it. It's cold and my clit throbs at the sudden dip in temperature. When the shock fades, he takes me into his mouth again, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub until I'm overheated. Then off again and cold air and blissful torture. On and off. Hot, then cold. He teases me until I'm thrashing on the bed.

"Please, Thundar, please!"

He licks me, then. From the bottom of my pussy, through my folds, dipping inside me for a second before landing on my clit again.

"You are delicious, my Lottie. So sweet. So succulent." He licks me again, making me squirm.

"Fuck, Thundar, I'm going to come!"

"Yes, my Lottie. Let me drink your nectar."

His tongue slides into my pussy and I catch my breath as pleasure courses through me. I come, triggered as much by his words as by his tongue plunging in and out of my depths. Wetness gushes from my pussy, covering Thundar's face. I'm still in the middle of coming when he plunges his engorged cock into me.

"Ahh!" I scream. My core pulsing and convulsing around the thick hardness spearing me through. With every thrust of his cock into me, a new wave of pleasure crashes, and I can't tell if I've orgasmed again or if it's the same one dragging on and on and on.

"My Lottie, my queen. The most marvelous woman in all the galaxy. I love how you sparkle in the firelight. I will dress you in the finest jewels of Aysgoth and everyone will know you are my beloved."

I whine softly in response. I'm not used to that kind of attention, that kind of praise. I've spent my whole life in service to people who are far more important than me. Thundar's the only person who has ever showered me with so much pampering, such luxury. He makes me feel so precious, like I'm something to be treasured, something to be cherished.

I reach for him, needing more than the hard fucking we both love. Our lips meet and tongues tangle and I can taste myself all over him. My pussy clenches as we share the lingering taste of my orgasm, swapping it back and forth until we're both breathless.

"I love you," I whisper against his lips. "My liberator." And as much as I hate the word, I have to admit that there is a kernel of truth in it. I was happy with my life before, but only because I didn't know there was another option. When Thundar abducted me from Earth, he showed me how much more there is to the universe, and how much more I could have.

"I love you, my Lottie, with my whole heart."

His hips slowed during our kiss, but it never stopped. Every thrust brought his cock in contact with my G-spot, keeping me in the throes of a soft, but constant orgasm. But now, he flips us over.

I'm on top, straddling him, but he's still very much in control. His hands grip me tight around my hips. His hair wraps around my nipples, rubbing the sensitive nubs. His feet are planted on the mattress and he thrusts up into me while pulling me down to meet him.

The low-level hum in my body ramps up, increasing until the pleasure is too much. It's overwhelming. My limbs tingle. My head spins. I'm weightless, floating on a cloud of pleasure, held up by Thundar's strength alone.

A lock of hair teases down between my breasts, circles around my belly button, then ventures lower. It slides between my labia and latches onto my clit. It flicks me, rubs me, pinches me, all while Thundar's cock slams into my sweet spot again and again.

A new orgasm rips through me, bursting from deep inside and tearing through every cell. My ears ring from the force of it. White spots appear in my vision.

Through the haze of my pleasure, I hear Thundar roar. His fingers dig into my hips and molten heat spills into my pussy. I squeeze him tight, milking every last drop of his cum until we're both utterly spent.

Thundar carefully lowers me onto his chest and I snuggle in close, basking in the afterglow of our combined bliss.

"Arf! Arf!"

I grudgingly lift my head at the sound of a bark. "Is that the dog?" I'd completely forgotten about the thing.

"Hmm, yes, Thing. He has become good friends with Hailmak," Thundar mumbles without opening his eyes.

The mattress dips as the small weight of the fluffy white creature jumps up. His tail is wagging wildly and his tongue lolls out of his mouth.

"Arf! Arf!"

I set my head down on Thundar's chest with a pained chuckle. "Congratulations. You got more than just a wife from your liberation. You got a pet dog too."

Thundar kisses me on the forehead. "I wouldn't want it any other way."