7. Ayla

Idon"t know what"s gotten over me, what kind of spell he"s cast on me, or what kind of poisons they"re feeding me, but I can"t stop thinking about Lofy.

I can"t stop dreaming of him, I can"t stop needing his touch, his affection, his passion.

And like the good empathic alien he is, every time I want him, he"s there, to lick me clean, to take care of me, to help me climax. And he doesn"t complain, or show signs of boredom, or need more than that.

It"s me who"s desperate for all of him. I"m the one who wants his cock buried inside me while his tail and tongue do all sorts of things to the rest of my body.

But he"s a man of honor. He won"t succumb. He won"t back down. His cock is for his queen and that"s that. Which is quite selfish, but respectable.

I"ve never had a lover that put my needs above his before. No one who insisted on eating me out rather than shoving his cock in my mouth and expecting me to suck him dry so he can pump one in me and leave me to take care of myself.

Don"t get me wrong, it"s not like no one"s pleasured me before or no one could make me cum, but Lofy...it"s like he"s single-minded and determined to draw all the orgasms out of me over the next Vyperian month. As if it"s a contest and he needs to prove something.

It may be part of their nuptial customs, in which case the women of this planet are lucky. Very lucky indeed. But I do not know if it's true.

I want to learn more about them, about their ways, if only to understand their king better.

To understand why he can"t fuck me, but he can brand himself with me for life even at the risk of me turning him down. That makes no sense. Why would he do that knowing I could say no to him and leave him to suffer life in solitude because he gave his soul to me.

I try not to think about the wedding day, or about my answer. It"s too heavy a subject and even heavier are my conflicting feelings about it and about him.

So, instead, I focus on Lofy"s courting and iblis, as I"ve come to learn the physical affection and pleasuring is called in Vyperion.

The visible mark of myself on him is intoxicating, I can"t lie, but I had to stop him every time from branding himself more even though he looked gorgeous. I didn't want him to paint his entire body before I knew what my answer would be. It felt cruel, even if he didn't see it that way.

I"m starting to lose track of the days and nights because they"re all spent with him, surrounded by his spoils and admiration. Until he walks into my royal quarters one day and his face is sunken.

The branding over his heart has started to turn luminescent. It catches the light from the candles and makes him look positively sinful.

"E-everything okay, Lofy?" I ask, trying to pry my gaze off his chest.

It"s not like it"s difficult to focus on his face. He"s handsome for sure, but so is the rest of his body. So is his beautiful tail that feels so good inside me, as is his cock, which I may not have felt in me yet, but I can already imagine how wonderful it"ll be when I do.

If I do.

If I say yes.

I shake the thoughts off my head before he can read them, if he hasn"t already, and take a deep breath.

"Everything is all right, my iblis."

At some point he"d moved from calling me Ms. Kyle to calling me his iblis. From what I can gather it also means soulmate, or sexmate or both. I liked the sound coming out of his mouth, the hiss at the end makes my clit throb, but I also felt bad for not knowing what to do with him.

Do I stay on an alien planet, get the best sex of my life day in, day out with a guy who spoils me rotten at every opportunity and who"s been in love with me for years and years?

Or do I return home to pick up the pieces of my life and career and pretend as if none of this ever happened?

I know the former option sounds ideal, but I"ve also worked so hard to be someone. I don"t want to give it up for a man. No matter how good and kind he is.

"Are you sure?" I put my hand on his neck and his eyes shut slowly, reveling in my touch.

It"s so addictive, watching him, the effect I have on him by a mere ghost of a move, and it does very little to quench my growing need for him. In fact, it does the opposite.

"There is...a matter." His reluctance is interesting and I"m not entirely sure what to make of it.

"A matter? What kind of matter?"

He leans into my hand and closes his eyes, taking several big breaths before he speaks.

"I really shouldn"t be telling you this. It is irrelevant and breaks the custom of the abduction and isolation..."

"What is it, Lofy? You can tell me anything."

I don"t acknowledge how wifely that makes me sound, or how absurd this whole situation is. Because it is. But what can I say? Of all the things I expected to happen, this was the last and most surprising of all. After all, how many women, or humans in general, can say they"ve been thoroughly eaten by an alien king?

"Your...absence has caused quite the stir back on Earth. Now, I know it doesn"t matter if you agree to be my wife, but I thought I"d warn you in case...you reject my proposal."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Proposal? I don"t remember you asking."

His eyes narrow and he studies me. For the hundredth time I wish I could see in his head like he does in mine so I could see what he"s thinking and, more importantly, what he"s searching for.

He hesitates a moment. "That...is an Earthen custom. Would you like me to do so?"

I shrug and put my arms around his neck, the warmth of his body making my own temperature rise considerably and my pussy even wetter.

"It wouldn"t hurt," I whisper in his ear.

His cock rises between my legs. I feel it like a searing rod on a collision course, but before he can take place right where I want him, he steps out of my embrace and brings me back down.

Which is probably for the best.

"What kind of stir?" I ask.

Yeah, it"s probably best to focus on the matter at hand and not the other one.

"Well, you didn"t show up for your last few days of the shoot and people believe you"re in rehab. Or dead."

"Fuck!"

The movie.

How could I have forgotten about the movie? Gosh, it"s like I"ve forgotten I have a life back on Earth.

Oh, production must be pissed. I already know Jonathan doesn"t like me, and now he has even more reasons not to for ruining his movie. Not that I care that much about that pathetic director who thinks he"s above everyone and everything, but...still.

"I need to tell them I"m okay."

But then what? What kind of excuse could I possibly give them? What could I possibly say that would justify me missing work?

Lofy shakes his head and bites his lip.

"I"m afraid it"s not possible. You"re not meant to have contact with the outside world?—"

"If that was the case, you wouldn"t have told me."

If he"s about to spout shit about tradition right now, I"ll slap him silly and I don"t care if he"s a king or God himself.

"You"re correct. I shouldn"t have told you."

"But you did."

He attempts to turn his back on me and I grab him by the shoulder.

"Why?" I ask.

He looks into my eyes and I can"t help but feel uneasy. It"s like my biggest dream and my biggest nightmare are mixed into one and staring, calling me home, to Lofy"s arms.

Even if we weren"t alone I know that I"d feel as if it were just the two of us right now, even though I"ve never had that feeling with anyone in my past.

"Because I respect and admire your career," he says. "And I hate the idea I may have ruined it for you."

And there he is. The real Lofy. Not the one beaten into shape by Vyperion and its unconventional ways, but the real man beyond all that.

The one that loves me and wants to please me and wants to give me everything, no matter what. The man that branded himself with me knowing what that would mean for his future.

"And what are you going to do about it, my Lofy?" My voice is all but a whisper. My pussy pulsates as a result of his presence, his gaze. And my heart? Well, even that one is going so fast I don"t know how I"m still standing and not going dizzy.

He gives me the once over as if he"s taking me all in for the very first time and clears his throat.

"The only thing I can for you not to hate me for life."