6. Lofy

She"s confused. I sense it like a rainbow of blinding colors in my head. The kind of confusion most people have after a very vivid dream state.

I can still feel her taste in my mouth and I never want to drink or eat anything else to maintain her flavor, her essence in my tastebuds. She was so agreeable under my touch, so full of passion and raw need it had made me deeply inebriated within seconds. The emotions coming off her in tsunami-like waves had drowned me and I did what any drowning man would. Hang on for dear life and claim one last breath. A breath against her skin, against her pussy, against her very core.

"You...you..." She stared at my chest, the branding fresh on my skin, another constant reminder of her on me. One I"d carry for the rest of my life.

"Yes, Ms. Kyle?"

Her eyes flare when I address her and I can both see and sense the storm behind her expression. Desire battling with disorientation. Daze battling with need.

"Why...why do you have my blood on you? Wa—that was real? I didn"t imagine you?"

My translator struggles with her question but her emotions decipher the meaning so I can reply.

"Indeed it was."

She crawls back against the headboard, covering her naked breasts as if I"ve offended her. Only, I don"t understand what it is I"ve done.

"But...but...no. I was just imagining things. You weren"t there. You didn"t..."

"You were fantasizing about me and I came to answer your call. That"s why I sent the masseuses away. To give us some privacy."

She shakes her head and rubs her forehead with the back of her hand.

"But...no! You took advantage of me. I didn"t tell you I wanted that?—"

"But you thought it, my beautiful queen. And that"s as good as telling me here in Vyperion."

Her eyes grow wide and her lips purse.

"In Vyperion. But I"m not from here. I don"t know how your world works. You shouldn"t have done that."

"Was my oral favor not to your satisfaction?"

"Your oral what?"

"Did I not lick your pussy to your standards? I can try different methods?—"

Her chest inflates but never deflates as if she's holding her breath and her neck appears constricted.

"Are you all?—"

"Oh my God!" She comes back to life and buries her face in her hands. "I can"t believe this is happening."

She stays like that, covered for moments and I"m having the hardest time deciphering her emotions when she starts convulsing.

I approach the bed, ready to take action if she"s having any sort of health problem but before I can touch her, she reveals her face, laughing out loud.

It"s quite the sight if I say so myself. It fills the room with such a vibrant light it"s as if she"s a sun herself.

"Did I say something that amused you?"

She turns to me and chuckles.

"Oh Lofy. Everything that comes out of your mouth amuses me."

I straighten my back a little and smile at her.

"I want to be mad at you, I really do, but I"d be lying if I said I didn"t enjoy it. Because of course an empathic alien would not think a fantasy is just that."

"I thought you were giving me instructions. Your mind has never been clearer."

She sighs with a nod and pats the space beside her. I occupy it with great pleasure. Pleasure that reflects on my cock almost instantaneously.

"You Vyperians are quite something, aren"t you?" she asks and turns to face me.

She lifts her hand and runs it over my chest, over my branding as if it"s the first time she sees it.

"So...this is your branding?" I nod. "But the one on Zotrus was glowing."

"So will this, in due time." I place my hand over hers and give it a squeeze. "Thank you for allowing me the honor of branding myself."

Ayla narrows her eyes and licks her bottom lip. I want nothing more than to do the same but I hold back. I don"t want to offend her or confuse her again.

"But why blood? And does it have to be...you know, period blood or any kind?"

I guide her hand up my chest to my collarbone, my neck, all the way to my lips and give her palm a tender kiss.

"A woman"s bleeding days are the most sacred in our world. One finds great honor in branding themselves with it. A symbol of their eternal bond with their mate. So..." I kiss it again, and again, and again as if it"s the holiest thing I"ve ever come into contact with. "Thank you for allowing me to brand myself, Ms. Kyle."

Her eyes narrow and I don"t miss the way she swallows as she watches me.

"You"re such a peculiar creature. So brutish in some ways, yet so...endearing in other ways."

I move my affection up to her wrist that smells so wonderfully of the natural bathing lotions of our planet and continue my way up her arm, the tips of my tongue adding a wet trail behind me.

"I"m...glad...you...think...so," I say in between kisses.

"So...ngh! What...what happens if I turn you down on our wedding day?" I loathe the words coming out of her mouth, but the way she gasps after each contact gives me great pleasure.

I take pause and look her in the eyes so she knows how serious I am and tell her, "Then I will be forever branded by you and can claim no other as long as I live."

"What? Lofy, why would you do that then? Why would you risk?—"

"Because my love for you is greater than any other need or want I have in my life. And if a life of solitude is all I can have after you, then that is what I"ll endure, taking comfort in the memory and scar of you over my heart."

I place her hand back over my left side, where my heart is pounding just for her, and resume my kissing of her neck, my effect on her, making me hungrier.

"Fuck, Lofy," she moans against me and her scent, her taste, her thoughts, overwhelm my senses.

She lies on her back and while she keeps one hand over my heart, her other explores my body, my arms, my abs, my hips.

When she cups my ass I let out a hiss so vicious it has the strength to make me come undone but of course I"m stronger than that.

Soon, it"s impossible for her to keep the contact with my buttocks as I reach her gorgeous breasts and catch her rock-hard nipples in my teeth. The act elicits a throaty moan and I feel it in my cock, making me pulse with desire.

Her nipples are red raw when I leave them behind and continue my journey to her core, but I replace my mouth with my tail, wrapping around her tits, flicking her nubs with my tip, seeing the rippling effect all over her skin.

But soon the only thing I have a mind and soul for is her pussy. It"s dripping and swollen, so inviting and juicy. I dip into her folds and reacquaint myself with her.

Her scent, fragrant and coppery, makes me dizzy and all the more eager. I didn"t know she"d be in her bleeding days so soon after her abduction, but now that I know, I want to brand myself over and over, brand my whole body with her essence. To be a glowing beacon of devotion to her and only her.

Not even in my wildest dreams did I ever think I"d get to have this, have her, which is probably why I lose control around her. Why I"ll be in trouble if she rejects me and I can"t claim another wife.

But I"d rather lose my kingdom, lose myself than let the opportunity pass me by. Besides, if she turns me down, King Atraxius will have my head on a platter.

It matters not. Not right now and not ever. Two minutes, two seconds in her heaven makes me the happiest Vyperian to have ever lived.

She arches her back, pushes her folds harder against my lips and I leave all worries behind me, all concerns or misfortunes. How can I think of those when I have her at my mercy. Or when she has me at hers, as the case is.

I roll my tongue in and out of her entrance while I massage her pearl with my upper lip. She tastes so sweet, so beautiful. I"m addicted and I don"t even care.

Her hands find their way to the back of my head and she brushes her fingers through my hair, pressing me down on her. She opens and closes her legs, tightening her hold, squirming under me as if she"s helpless when I"m the one who can't be helped.

"Oh my God, Lofy. Fuck me. Please fuck me." I barely hear her begging but she keeps repeating until I can"t ignore it anymore.

"I can"t, Ms. Kyle."

She opens her eyes and stares back at me looking like the goddess she is.

"Oh my God, stop calling Ms. Kyle. We"re not in school. And...what...what do you mean you can"t? I want your cock inside me."

I smirk, taking pleasure in her request, but knowing I have to refuse her breaks my heart.

"My cock is reserved for my queen and only my queen. But I"m happy to pleasure you to your heart"s content until you"re ready to make the decision."

She tilts her head to the side, her brows furrowing.

"What do you mean? You"re not allowed to fuck me before we"re married?"

"Not with my cock, no."

"But you branded yourself."

I nod.

"I did. I dedicated my soul to you."

"And what about your body?" She bites one of her fingers gently and oh what I wouldn"t give to be that finger right now, to have my lips on hers.

"There are...certain traditions we must adhere to no matter how much we desire. You can only have my mouth and my tail until our wedding night."

"Your...tail?" She brings her hand down to my tail still curled up around one of her tits and runs it along its length.

Her touch is delicate, soft, but her intentions are more than clear.

"Can you fuck me with it?" she asks.

I choke down a hiss and nod.

"It would be my pleasure." I unravel from her breasts and slither down to her folds.

She watches me, her hold on my hair tighter but I keep my gaze on her as my tip teases her cleft. She gasps. The new contact between us sends shivers down my spine, shivers that reach my taint and make me pulse for her. I have half a mind to give in and take her, tradition be damned, but I"ve got to keep something sacred. Something a mystery. Some motivation for her to say yes. To take me as hers.

Sliding inside her is easy. She"s soaking. Her flesh tightens around the end of my tail and it makes both her and me tenser. She"s so sensitive, her moans are like a song to my ears. A siren song driving me straight to my undoing, to my death.

But I don"t stop. I don"t know if anything could stop me now as I drive further up inside her, feeling the sensation all the way to my cock, imagining I"m deep inside her truly, throbbing inside her, bringing myself closer and closer to release with each thrust, each gasp.

I put my hands to use while fucking her, rubbing circles on her clit and watching the effect it has on her. Watching her come undone for me, under my rule.

As I grind in and out of her, my tail turns red, my senses open up to her fresh essence pouring out of her and making her writhe as if she"s being tortured. Only her emotions tell me the real story.

"Oh my God, Lofy. Don"t stop. Kee—keep going. Please. I beg of you don"t stop."

And that"s exactly what I do until she"s breathless, gasping for air, her entire body undulating. Her release blends with her essence and I waste no moment to brand myself more, to use more of her to mark my skin. And no matter how much I attempt to hold back my own release I spill right there, on the sheets with a hiss and groan to match her own, not even touching myself, or working myself up.

When Ayla catches her breath I crawl back up to her, planting soft, eager kisses along the way but stop short before her lips.

"Lofy?" she whispers, the air she breathes out becoming my only oxygen.

"Ms. Kyle?"

"If you don"t kiss me right now I don"t know what I might do."

A knot forms in my throat and I swallow it.

"I don"t care if it"s tradition. Do it now." Her words are more like a command, as is the determination behind them drumming in my head and I can"t resist it any longer.

I connect our lips and taste her, drink her up like a thirsty Vyperian quenching themselves and their mortality by the fountains of Avalax.

All I can think about, all I can feel, is her and nobody else. Just like it"s always been, since the first time I laid eyes on her on my screen. When I watched her first movie and fell for her right there on the spot.

Only this time it"s much, much worse.

This time, I"ve broken so many rules that if she were to turn me down I"d be a doomed man and a doomed king.

But even so, I can"t find it in me to care.