5. Ayla

Iwant to stay angry, I really do, but the truth is Lofy is right. His planet"s ways may be somewhat antiquated depending on which part of the world you come from, but they"re their ways and they make sense for them as much as I dislike it.

Besides, the concept of abduction doesn"t seem to be the same as it is on Earth. For starters, no kidnapper would lavish their "victim" with feasts, and entertainment and all the comforts they could possibly imagine. That doesn"t sound like kidnapping at all. More like forced vacation if you ask me.

And then there"s the fact that the onus falls with the captive. With me.

I can refuse his advances and if he"s to be believed he will then return me to my home and leave me to be in peace. And isn"t that quite something.

So, since I have no other option but to be forced to have magnificent feasts, and looked after like I"m a future queen, I'll just embrace the fact knowing I"ll be free in fifteen days.

If that doesn"t happen, I"ll worry about it then. After all, what am I supposed to do? Sneak out? Try to steal a ship back to Earth? Admiral Calliope might have that kind of knowledge and strength but I don"t. I"m just a simple human who pretends to be other people for a living.

So that"s what I"ll do.

I"ll pretend until the day of the wedding and hope for the best.

"We"re here for your royal effleurage, Your Highness," says a new woman I"ve never seen before, followed by two more.

They"re all bald which I"m starting to think is the Vyperian way but each of them is distinctive in their own right, whether that"s due to the shade of their skin, their height, weight, eye color or even the length of their tail.

Although one of them is more distinct than the rest as she brandishes an almost floral fluorescent tattoo on the left side of her chest that I haven"t seen on anyone else and is absolutely mesmerizing to look at.

The woman notices me staring and smiles so naturally, I apologize.

"That"s all right, Your Highness. Everything must be so new to you."

"Indeed," I tell her as her colleagues set up for my massage. "I like your tattoo."

She puts her hand over it and her face softens.

"It"s more than a tattoo, Your Highness." I narrow my eyes and step closer to her.

"Please, call me Ayla. And, what is it, if you don"t mind me asking?"

"Not at all...Ayla. I"m Zotrus. And this? This is a branding."

I flinch.

"A branding? I hope that means something else here than in my language."

She looks at the ceiling and bats her lashes.

"Mmm, if I remember correctly, no. It"s not burned into our skin. It"s a symbol of our mating. Traditionally only seen in male Vyperians, but my partner is another woman so we"re both branded."

"That"s interesting. Why is it traditionally seen on men?"

Zotrus"s smile widens and she looks at me.

"There is a reason, but I think I"ll leave His Majesty to explain or show you. Shall we proceed with your relaxation?"

I nod unable to think what would make a branding tattoo such a masculine thing, but then Zotrus guides me to the massage table where her and her colleagues get to work on my body and those types of questions leave my mind.

Admittedly, I"ve never had a massage where both me and my masseuse were naked, but the way they knead me, getting every ache on my body as if they"re inside it puts me at ease.

Then of course I remember that they can read my mind which explains their mastery over my body.

"And if you"d like to turn over, Ayla," Zotrus says and I have no clue how long I"ve been under their hands, but everything is blurry and I can barely string two sentences together I"m so relaxed.

But I do as told and lie on my back where they continue their work. I catch a glimpse of the branding again before I close my eyes and my mind drifts back to its nature.

Branding a mate.

Is that what Lofy wants to do for me? Brand himself? Will he also carry a mark of his devotion to me if I agree to marry him?

I imagine it on him, the same flourishes, the same curly glows stretching over his left pec.

Gosh, he would look so sexy in it. Not that he doesn"t already. Even when I don"t want to notice his attractiveness, my pussy does and it reacts accordingly, which is something that"s never happened before. Especially by someone I"m supposed to hate.

I"ve had my fair share of boyfriends and flings, but this level of horniness is something new entirely.

It"s like he"s a walking aphrodisiac. I don"t know how else I can describe him that would do him justice. He's gorgeous and handsome and so fucking hot. I never thought I"d say any of those things about an alien but then again I never knew aliens could be so irresistible. At least real aliens, not Battle of the Galaxies aliens.

I still can't believe he went to all the trouble to not only get me my favorite foods, but to also have his chefs make things they"d never tried before from scratch. And don"t even get me started on abducting the whole ensemble of the Royal Ballet. As absurd as that sentence sounds, I won"t lie, that"s quite sweet.

I don"t think he"s lying when he says he"s my fan. I never even knew I could have non-human fans, but I guess I don"t know what I don"t know.

I wonder what other surprises he has in store for me. He"s already made it perfectly clear he intends to sleep with me and damn it if the idea doesn"t sound all the more enticing the longer I spend here. Especially knowing there"s a potential way out.

I"m curious how he"ll approach me. Are there any Vyperian mating customs? Do they have to perform any activities leading up to or during the act? What would it look like?

Would he touch my boobs? Caress around my areolas, tease my nipples with his fingers? Would he kiss me? Do Vyperians kiss? Would he lick me with that forked tongue of his? How would it feel?

The more questions I ask myself, the more he takes shape in my mind, the wetter my pussy gets, the harder my clit throbs, until it becomes impossible to think of anything else. Of anyone else.

Of all the ways he could claim me, touch me, fuck me. I go so deep into my own head, my own fantasies, I don"t even feel the massage anymore, just the effect it leaves on my body, all tense and sensitive, ready to explode.

The more I think of him, the more he takes shape. The bulging muscles, the firm fingers tracing circles around my knees, his tail wrapping around his hips and the tip running up and down my side from rib to waist over and over again, making me feel slightly ticklish but also so much tenser.

I can visualize the lust in his eyes that turn to slits, inspecting me from top to bottom like I"m a prized possession.

He pushes my knees away from each other as if asking for permission and I open my legs in response. He wastes no time sliding up to my pussy and using his fingers to pull my lips apart. The tenderness of his moves makes this worse because it puts my body more on edge, makes my orgasm more forthcoming than I"ve ever felt it before.

He presses his thumb over my clit and I just about lose it. I let out a loud moan and arch my back, pushing my core harder against his finger.

He watches me with satisfaction in his eyes, taking turns to tease my folds with all his fingers but not inserting any. The more he does, the harder he rubs circles over my clit, making it impossible to think, to speak, or even breathe. All I"m able to do is gasp and moan like a virgin who"s never been touched before and stare at him as if he"s my idol.

Who knew I had such a wild imagination?

I"m trying to control what he does next, and fuck it, I can. This is my head, I do as I please so I picture him bending over and sliding his tongue between my flesh and that"s exactly what he does. His cool breath makes me twitch just as much as his tongue, the two ends like needles running parallel to one another and leaving me weak and breathless on their trail. The texture of it is smooth but so wet, whether from his saliva or my juices flowing I don"t know and I don"t care.

For my part, I can"t stop watching, staring at the forked tongue sliding up and down my folds, the shots of desire that shoot up my spine from the act. And then he slides it in my channel and I clench my jaw, ball my hands to try to stop the groan that builds inside me.

Let it out, Ms. Kyle. Don"t hold it in. Let the world hear how much your king can satiate you, his voice rings in my head as if he were truly here and I do it, because who the fuck even cares anymore.

My moan is so loud I wouldn"t be surprised if it shakes the foundations of this room and when he hooks a finger inside me it only gets stronger.

He turns his tongue and lips to my clit and doesn"t stop staring, not when he adds another finger inside me or three. I turn to putty under his control, every part of my body filled with gasoline and he"s the spark that turns me into flames.

The more he eats me, the more I crave him inside me. Not just his fingers, but all of him. I imagine him doing that. Standing up and aiming that gorgeous hard cock toward me, but it doesn"t happen.

"Ngh! I need you inside me Lofy," I tell him, making the man in my head obey me.

Not yet, Ms. Kyle. Not yet.

Him calling me Ms. Kyle does something to me. I didn"t even know that was a fantasy of mine but I embrace it and accept my fate.

I push myself further down his fingers, ground myself against his lips, my desire pumping through me like a drug. I"m so close it"s not even funny anymore. I can"t breathe. I can"t think.

My clit is so big and hard between his lips I fear it might explode. I take a breath, then another and let go. The explosion ripples in my core and it spreads to the rest of my body, wave after wave, hit after hit, leaving behind only pleasure and fatigue.

But even so, Lofy doesn"t stop. He keeps going. He keeps eating me, keeps fucking me, keeps staring at me until he causes another explosion and another. It all turns to mush in my head and I lose count. I don"t know how much is fantasy and how much is real anymore.

The masseuses are certainly not here anymore. They probably left me alone when I started moaning like a maniac, leaving me to my fate.

Lofy is relentless though. He doesn"t stop. He won"t stop. It"s as if he needs my orgasms to feed himself and well...isn"t that a thought.

I stare at him, unable to take my eyes off him, and notice his chin is red.

What the fuck?

I manage to lift my hand and put it to his head so I can inspect it better, knowing I could just imagine doing it, but I don"t know what"s real or not anymore. His lips and chin are painted red and dripping. I swipe at it and gasp.

"Shit!" I say.

I touch my pussy. I"m soaking and when I remove my hands they"re full of blood.

"Oh my God!" I sit up and Lofy watches me like a confused, wounded puppy that makes me feel twice as bad.

"What is it, Ms. Kyle?" he asks.

"What do you mean? My period came and it"s spilled all over you. That"s so embarrassing."

As if I"m having a conversation with the figment of my imagination.

"Embarrassing? There"s nothing sweeter than a woman in her bleeding days."

How could I forget my period was due? I"m always prepared. Then again I have just been abducted so who could blame me.

"Allow me..." Lofy parts my legs again, and before I can stop him, he slides his fingers inside me.

Despite the embarrassment, my throat tightens at his touch again and I wonder what kind of fucked fantasy I"m playing out now.

But it makes sense why I was so sensitive earlier. And why I"m so sensitive now. Why his fingers inside me feel like fire again and why my clit is throbbing for more. I curl my toes as he works up a rhythm in me. Blood colors his hand, red on blue, and for some strange reason it looks hot on him. It looks fitting. Like it was always meant to be there.

I gasp and fight another orgasm when he pulls out two soaked fingers, and I watch him as he guides his hand to the left side of his chest and paints his skin with it. A little circle here. A little twirl there. His body becomes the canvas and his paint is my period blood.

"There," he says. "Now it won"t have gone to waste."

I wonder what he"s talking about as he disappears and reappears with a wet towel and starts cleaning me up, starting with my folds and working his way around the rest of my body. But he never cleans himself. It"s like...like a badge of honor he"s happy to wear.

When he"s done he leads me to bed and lays me down while he sits beside me and uses his tail to stroke me to sleep, which comes almost instantly.

I"m heavy when I wake up. Heavy and sore. And naturally, when I open my eyes Lofy is not there.

How strange. It felt real. So real. But of course it wasn"t. I made it all up in my head with an imagination I didn"t know I had.

I let out a yawn and sit up. I"m absolutely naked. Did the masseuses even get here or did I imagine them too?

The table at the end of the bed has been refreshed with pastries, juices and fruit. Grapes never looked so tasty as I get on my feet and dig into the fruit bowl.

I"m so hungry. So hungry and embarrassed, but I don"t know why. It was all in my head. All of it had been in my head. A horny fantasy initiated by some very good and effective massage.

The door opens and Lofy walks in with a big grin on his face.

"Ms. Kyle, you are awake," he says and I freeze in place.

I want to look him in the eyes but all I can do is stare at the left area on his chest where there"s an assortment of flourishes on his naked skin.

And they"re all deep, dark red.