2. Lofy

She"s radiant.

As beautiful and sexy as she was on screen, she"s twice as much in real life. I can"t stop staring. I can"t stop looking at every inch of her body on full display just for me.

Vyperians usually don"t bother with clothing save for special occasions but I realize Earth"s customs are different so I commanded my attendants to get some human clothes for her before we took her, to make her feel more comfortable. More at home.

However, the instructions had been clear. They still need to be revealing enough to satisfy my Vyperian needs. I'm so pleased they delivered.

The black robe compliments her fiery long hair and offers such contrast to her glistening, ivory skin.

There"s not a single inch of her she can hide from me and I can"t wait to make her mine in all the Vyperian ways possible. I harden just looking at her succulent, smooth body. My mouth waters just by the thought of all the things I could do to her.

But my head fills with the buzzing sensation of anger mixed with fear and those feelings keep me anchored on the spot.

"Stolen, yes. As I"ve explained, I"m taking you away from the planet you call Earth and to my home planet where I will claim you before my people as my queen."

I want her to have no doubt about my intentions for her. She will rule my planet with me and will serve my needs just like I will do hers. We will be the idyllic Vyperian royal couple and silence all my naysayers. All my enemies.

"Are you...are you proud? Because you sound proud." She lets go of my hand and I immediately miss her warmth against my skin.

The anger turns to scattered thoughts in my head, confusion still paired with fear.

And to think only moments ago, I could feel her arousal for me like a searing heat in my head that traveled all the way down to my cock. But now that desire has subsided, overtaken by negative feelings I don"t like.

I don"t want to make her feel scared. I want to make her feel wanted and needed.

"I am indeed. Proud, that is. I've dreamt of this moment a million times over."

I reach for her, having every intention of putting her back to sleep but when I manage to wrap my large hand around hers, it gives me pause.

Her scent is intoxicating. She smells of earthen flowers that remind me of the seabeds of Vyperion"s ocean and her skin glistens like the moons at nightfall. But there"s something else there, a different kind of scent that infiltrates my olfactory senses and makes me ache with more desire than ever before.

It smells sweet and sumptuous and causes the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.

"What?" she snaps as I lean closer and inhale her scent but it doesn"t take me long to locate it. It"s coming right down from her core and the realization sends me into a spiral of need for her, need for release and need for self-control.

"You"re hot for me," I whisper, barely able to hold back my tongue.

It darts over her collarbone and I hiss with the taste of her against it, lingering in my mouth.

She, on the other hand, jumps back with a screech.

"I-is that a forked tongue?"

I smile and close the distance she created.

I"ve barely tasted her, I"ve barely touched her and I"m already desperate for more. I knew my obsession with her was senseless, but I never anticipated I"d be so helpless in her presence.

"Our people make good use of them, I guarantee," I tell her and raise my hand to touch her sweet, decadent pussy, but before I can, she slaps my hand away.

I feel it reverberate through my body, the emotion behind the action making my head throb with pain.

"Hey! What do you think you"re doing?" she shouts.

"I apologize. I thought you wanted me to touch you."

She grimaces but some of the fear shifts into heat, which lashes at my empathic brain, making me hiss.

"Why the hell would you get that idea?"

I look down at her. I take my time to admire her body. The delicate skin around her neck, the ample tits with the dark, flushed buds, the supple love handles, the curvy hips, until I settle on her drenched, succulent folds.

"You are wet for me," I tell her without taking my eyes from her core.

She gasps and pushes me back.

"Excuse me? What the fuck?" She fumbles with the ends of the robe and folds one over the other, resting her hands in front of her pussy, and I"m forced to look back up. "Which reminds me, what did you do with my clothes? What the hell is this?"

She raises one arm and waves the sleeve of the robe at me, her frustration amplifying within her and within me.

"I wanted to make you comfortable for the trip home."

She smacks my chest and even though it doesn"t hurt, I feel that is the intent behind it. All it achieves is to make me pulse harder for her.

"I don"t want to go to your home. Take me back. Now. I want to go to my home. I don"t want to be your queen."

I look into her eyes, those big wonderful gray eyes I"ve only ever gotten lost in through a screen and purse my lips.

"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.