8. Lofy

I"ve lost my mind. I"ve lost my fucking mind. If anyone finds out what I"m doing...if it reaches Atraxius...

I should have known choosing Ayla Kyle as my mate would be risky, too risky for a man in my position, but did I heed any warnings? No, I hadn't.

Which explains why I"m in a private jet on my way to Earth with my captive bride in tow. This doesn"t just break tradition. It shatters it. Into a trillion little pieces. But I don"t have the power to resist her. I don"t have the strength to say no to her. And I know if I"m the reason her career is ruined, there"s no chance she"ll ever say yes to me.

So kingdom and crown be damned, I do what any man should be doing, whether it"s customary or not.

"Not to sound ungrateful, but...what"s the point of going back to save my reputation if my career is over anyway?" she asks from the co-pilot seat although I"m doing all the flying necessary.

"What do you mean?"

She lifts a bare shoulder and leans her head on it, looking so perfect it"s as if I"m looking at a photograph of her. One of those from a high fashion magazine done to promote her next movie. How can she be so flawless? She doesn"t feel real. Sometimes I can"t even believe I"ve touched, kissed, licked the real Ayla. It's like I"ve been treated to an augmented reality coma due to a broken heart and this is all just artificial.

But it is real. Her taste, her scent, her gaze. It"s all real, as is the fire they set inside me.

"Well, we"re going back so I can convince them I"m not dead and can finish my shoot, but...what"s the point? If I marry you my life on Earth is over anyway," she says.

She leans back in the chair giving me such a gorgeous view of her naked body, her beautiful tits, the love handles I can"t wait to hold onto while burying myself deep inside her. The trail of hairs on her groin that I know lead straight to heaven. It"s incredible how quickly she"s grown used to the Vyperian way, how unembarrassed she is being in her true skin. It"s as if she"s already my queen and this is one of our regular trips back to Earth. I could definitely get used to this.

"But your career won"t be over, my iblis," I tell her. "I"m not a monster. You may still work. I won"t come between you and your talent."

She frowns.

"How"s that going to work, Lofy? What am I going to do? Take leave for a couple months and shoot the next movie only to leave everyone behind again?"

"No!" I say sharply, a hiss escaping me before I can stop it. "You will come home to me every night. I will not spend a day apart from you."

"So...what? You"ll come with me?"

I shake my head. "My duties lie with my people. But you can commute."

"Commute?" She chuckles. "Every night? That"s ridiculous."

"Why is that? With our FTL technology, the trip to Earth only takes a couple of hours."

She opens her eyes wide and bites her lip.

"That-that"s impressive, but still. Movie sets don"t work that way, my sweet Lofy. They expect us to be in close proximity. We work long hours. Sometimes we barely get any sleep?—"

"Are you not the star of the movie? You can demand better working conditions. Or I can demand them for you."

Ayla purses her lips and raises an eyebrow.

"Do I even want to know what that means?"

"I can be very persuasive with just about anyone."

"Is that part of your empathy?"

I gaze into her eyes but don"t answer. It"s all right to leave some mystery behind my powers. More questions to want to get the answers to. More reasons to marry me and find out, perhaps.

As we approach Earth, I inform Ayla so she can get dressed in her Earthen clothes and I put the jet on stealth mode.

"I promise you, I"ll be back as soon as possibl—" she starts when I put my hand up.

"What are you talking about?"

We"re standing by the jetway with the ramp already down and the Earthen wind blowing inside the jet.

"I"m reassuring you I"m not going to make a run for it while I"m gone."

I narrow my eyes.

"Why would you need to reassure me? I"m coming with you."

"You are?" She scans my body with her eyes and her confusion clouds my mind.

"Of course. I may have broken tradition, but that doesn"t mean I"m going to let you out of my sight. You are still mine, Ms. Kyle. I"m not going to let you forget that."

The confusion dissipates to a pounding tightness that shoots straight to my groin and I have half a mind to drag her back to the co-pilot seat and get a taste of her.

"Oh trust me, Lofy, I couldn"t forget that even if I tried."

"Good. I need to ensure you"re here to do your job and not attempt to escape our wedding. Now what you choose to do on the day is a different matter entirely, but until then, you belong to me."

Ayla breathes in and when she exhales slowly, the tightness both inside her and inside me gets even more intense.

It"s good to know I have that effect on her, even when her freedom is only a few steps away. Not that I"d let her run, but still. I bet being back on Earth gives her hope nonetheless.

"That"s all well and good, Lofy, but how on Earth are you going to follow me looking like this?"

I look down at my body and can"t find anything wrong with it.

"You"re blue? You have a tail? You glow?" she adds.

I smile.

"I"ll take care of that. Don"t you worry, my iblis." I tap my forehead and take a step forward, turning around to take her hand and we go down and out of the jet.

We walk the short distance to the production trailers where everyone is shocked to see Ayla after a week-long absence. I make sure to infiltrate all their minds and present myself as an Earthen man and follow her to the director"s trailer.

The director"s anger toward her makes me furious. It becomes almost impossible to listen to the conversation when his feelings make mine even worse, but I have to keep it under control or I won"t be able to conceal myself in his presence.

I take deep long breaths and focus on Ayla. Focus on the good, positive energy she exudes despite the circumstances.

"It was a medical emergency, I promise. I never meant to leave you hanging," she explains.

"You couldn"t call?"

She turns to me and purses her lips.

"My...doctor wouldn"t let me."

Jonathan Masters still isn"t convinced so while I"m calm, I throw a little extra conviction into his head and in no time he"s got the production back on their feet and preparing to shoot.

Shortly after the announcement that production is back and running, Ayla"s PA, Karma Chopra, and her agent, storm into her trailer where Ayla repeats the story and I make them believe her.

It"s exhausting to conceal myself and help Ayla not be in trouble, but it"s also so intoxicating to watch her back in her element. It"s so fascinating to be there when the make-up artists and the hair stylist make her look even more beautiful, as if that"s even possible. Wardrobe dresses her and the script supervisor makes sure she looks good for continuity.

By the time the cameras are rolling I"ve got the biggest headache I"ve ever had, but at least while Ayla is doing her scene, most eyes are on her so there are less minds to manipulate.

She didn"t lie when she said she works long hours. They have her do the same short scene forty times before they move on to the next scene, which takes an hour to set up. It"s hours before we"re on our way back to her trailer and she"s practically dragging me back.

"You"re exhausted," she says as she opens the door.

"Too many minds," I mumble and help her by lifting my own legs to get in.

"You can"t do this every day. You"ll kill yourself."

As we reach the sofa, I release myself from her hold and collapse on it.

"Then it will be a sweet death."

She shakes her head.

"No, I won"t have that. You can"t do that for the next five days. You should stay in here. You"ll be closer to me but not need to use your power all day."

"I can"t let you out of my sight."

She huffs.

"You"re so stubborn. Fine. I"ll think of something. Make-up might help. But now rest, Lofy. Please."

"I can"t. I need to make sure no one comes in here to harm you."

Ayla rubs her face and groans. I want to read her emotions, but I"m too exhausted to do so.

"My God, Lofy. No one is going to hurt me. Relax."

"Not possible." I try to sit up, but she pushes me back down.

"Rest, or I"ll make you." She dips her head in front of my face and her expression tightens, as if she"s threatening me.

It reminds me of her scene with the rebel in Rise of the Masters, where she forced Troy to sleep while she tended to his wounds and they shared their first kiss.

I was so mad when I watched it. I hated seeing her kiss someone else, especially Troy who went on to betray her. But after a few watches I reveled in the moment and her character"s motivations and it had made it one of my favorite scenes she"d ever done.

Despite my exhaustion, desire shoots through my body, forcing me to take a deep breath. Her sweet scent encompasses me like a perfume and my cock twitches with need.

"Let me lick you," I beg her.

She frowns.

"You can barely keep your head up, mister. You"re not licking anything."

"Don"t be cruel, Ms. Kyle." I use the pet name that has made her so wet and thirsty for me these past few days and I can feel her throbbing desire pounding in my head.

"Let me take care of you, for a change," she whispers.

I shake my head.

"You can"t. The custom..." I start but her hand is already navigating down my abs, her fingers wrapping around my length and if I had any power before that to stop her, it"s all gone now.

"You and your fucking customs. What"s so wrong about a little reciprocation?" She massages my cock and I gasp before I can even reply.

Her lips ghost over mine and I inhale her breath. She looks so sexy right now with the hot pink lips catching the limited light in the trailer, her eyes reflecting mine and her breathing matching my own. I"ve never wanted to kiss her more. I"ve never needed her mouth on mine more.

I lift my head and close the distance. Her tongue lashes out at mine almost immediately, poisoning me with her sweet, addictive taste that lights me straight up. Her palm works up and down my cock while her mouth claims mine like she"s never done before.

I can feel my desire clawing at me already. I"ve never been touched or kissed like this before. I"ve reserved my cock for marriage, for my future queen. I never allowed anyone to touch me before, not even the sex workers that helped me perfect my pussy skills.

I never imagined it would feel so good, but also so dangerous.

I wrap my tail around the base of my cock as if on instinct and Ayla retrieves her lips to watch me.

"Mmm, I like it. Your very own natural cock ring," she hums and returns her gaze on me.

I raise my head to kiss her again, but instead she dips down, trapping my neck in her lips and sucking. The act takes my breath away. She sucks and sucks until it burns before she moves down to my nipples and bites down on them.

She keeps kissing my body, like I"ve kissed her so many times before, and all the while keeps working my cock relentlessly. I find it impossible to move, to think or even breathe as she makes her way to my most prized appendage.

Somehow I manage to prop my head up on a cushion and watch her as she sticks her tongue out and licks the tip of my tail that"s wrapped around my cock. My ridges swell and contract in her hand and she repeats the action watching the effect she has on me.

"Oh my God, that"s so hot. I can"t wait to feel your cock grow like that inside my pussy," she says and now even her words make me swell.

I open my mouth but a finger finds its way to my lips and stops me before I can utter anything.

"Don"t worry. I know you won"t fuck me until I"m your wife. I"m just saying."

She then goes and lies down between my legs until my cock covers half her face. The next time she licks the tip of my tail, she"s staring right at me and I can"t hold back any longer. My slit flexes and cum pours down my shaft, down her fingers and my wrapped tail.

When she rolls her tongue around I want to speak up, to tell her to stop, to tell her how wrong this is, but I"m too tired and too exhilarated so instead I watch her lick me clean. Lick her fingers clean.

"You"re still so hard," she says when she"s done.

"Should I not be?" I croak.

"Most men on Earth go soft when they cum," she says.

"I"m not most men. I"m the Vyperian king."

She narrows her gaze at me.

"So what you"re saying is...keep going?" She raises her body slightly so that her mouth is on top of my cock and she opens wide to receive me and even though I should stop her, I don"t.

A wet heat wraps tightly around my crown and I swell again. All my muscles in my body tighten and I stay still, watching her take me in her mouth, inch by inch until she chokes and releases me. I let out a sigh of relief, but it seems her sweet cruelty doesn"t end there. She does the same thing, over and over again, until I literally forget how to breathe and hold on to the cushions around me and another wave of cum shoots out of me and right down her throat.

She moans and slowly lets me out of her mouth which is when I gain back the ability to speak.

"Please have mercy," I tell her.

She smirks and wraps her other hand around my length too.

"My darling king, I"m only returning the favor of your kindness," she says and takes me again.

This time she doesn"t choke on my cock. Instead, she keeps her lips wrapped tight around my crown and uses both her hands to stroke me.

I decide to give her all the space she needs for the task and unravel my tail from my cock, guiding my tip down her body. I slide under her pants and underwear and between her ass cheeks until I find her flesh that is drenched in her own desire.

So as she fucks my cock with her mouth I fuck her with my tail, her moans getting louder and louder the more we go on until we match each other both in movement and in sound.

As I come for the third time tonight, she comes for the first time and I want to keep going. To torture her the same way she has been torturing me, but instead I slither out of her and bring my tail to my lips so I can taste her just like she"s tasted me.

She watches me and crawls up to me, flicking her tongue at my tail too before she kisses me again, her honeyed taste rolling back and forth in our tongues.

"Thank you for doing this," she whispers when we part.

"I should be thanking you," I tell her.

She slaps my chest and my cock twitches again. I can keep going all night for her.

"I meant for bringing me back. I know how much danger you put yourself in doing that."

She"s right. It was a dangerous thing to do. But I"d do it all again in a heartbeat.

"I"d do anything for you, my iblis. Anything."

She nods, licking her lips.

"Yeah. I can see that. I can definitely see that."

I want to read her mind, to see what meaning hides behind her words, but I"m so tired, my mind can"t function anymore.

I hope that means she wants me. That she wants to be with me and that this wasn"t for nothing.

"Please marry me, Ayla Kyle."

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse but she doesn't respond.

"I don't know how I can go on living if you don't marry me."

Her response is a kiss on the mouth before she continues to kiss the rest of my body and I don't know what to make of her silence.

I'm too tired to feel her in my head but perhaps…perhaps that's her way of accepting.

Or perhaps this is how she turns me down.

I don't know. I don't know and it kills me.