Epilogue - Sabrina

It's hard to believe it's already been a full Jardixian cycle since I wed Zarek, my fierce goblin king. In that time, I've gone from feared prisoner to adored queen, embraced by the goblin people for my insatiable curiosity about their culture.

Much to the outraged dismay of my former supervisors back at the Intergalactic Archaeological Society, I've devoted myself to studying goblin history and customs, becoming the leading expert on their civilization. It's been thrilling, uncovering the secrets of this advanced society while revelling in the passion and ferocity of my beloved husband.

But tonight is about something more than just research—it's our anniversary, and I've planned a special surprise for my goblin king.

I head toward the old interrogation room, now our personal playroom. I'm wearing nothing but a sheer silk robe, my hair falling in loose waves down my back. My heart pounds in anticipation as I enter the room, the air thick with the scent of wood and musk.

Zarek is waiting for me, his green eyes glittering with lust. He's naked, his powerful body on display, his cock already hard and ready. I feel a rush of arousal as I take him in, admiring his muscular form, the jagged scars from countless battles marking his skin. He's beautiful and wild and he's mine, all mine.

He grins as he sees me, his gaze sweeping over me, lingering on the swell of my breasts and the curve of my hips. "You look good enough to eat, my queen," he growls.

"Happy anniversary," I say, my voice breathless.

I approach him, running my hands over his chest, his muscles rippling under my touch. His eyes flash with hunger as he pulls me close and his lips crash into mine. Our tongues entwine, our kiss as deep and passionate as our love. I moan as I feel his hardness press against me and my body aches for him.

We break the kiss and I'm left panting for breath. I smile up at him. "I have a surprise for you, my king," I whisper.

I step back and slowly untie my robe, letting it fall to the ground in a pool of silk. He groans as he takes in my naked form, his eyes darkening with desire. I stand before him, proud and wanton, eager to give him everything.

I gesture behind him, "Your present is right there, waiting for you to claim it."

His gaze follows my gesture, and a wicked grin spreads across his face as he sees the contraption I've set up. It's a metal frame with restraints attached, designed to hold a person spread-eagled.

Zarek turns back to me, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "My, my, what a naughty little queen I have. You must want me to punish you, my dear."

I nod, my voice breathy with arousal. "It's not me who is naughty, my king. I think it's you who needs a little punishment. You've been neglecting me lately. It's time you were reminded of your duties as my husband."

He chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, is that so? Well then, let's see how contrite you can make me. I must say, I like this side of you, my queen. You're so much more... assertive than when we first met."

I smirk. "I've learned from the best. Now, enough talking. Let's play."

He approaches the frame, his eyes roving over my naked body. He steps into the restraints, his gaze locked on mine as he allows me to secure the cuffs around his wrists and ankles.

I circle him, admiring the view, my fingers tracing lightly over his skin. He shivers at my touch, his cock hardening even more. I run my fingers through his hair, then grasp it, pulling his head back. He lets out a low moan, his eyes flashing with lust.

I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear, my voice a husky whisper. "You've been neglecting your duties as a husband, Zarek. It's time you were reminded of your place."

With those words, I step back, letting go of his hair. He gives me a heated look, his cock throbbing with need. "Do your worst, my queen," he growls. "I'm ready for anything you can dish out."

I move to the table of instruments I've laid out, selecting a riding crop. I step behind him, running the leather tip over his skin. He shivers at the contact, his breath coming in short gasps. I bring the crop down with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the chamber. He groans, his body jerking in response.

I strike again and again, each blow eliciting a guttural cry of pleasure and pain. His gray skin reddens under my ministrations, but he doesn't beg for mercy. Instead, he urges me on, his voice hoarse with desire. "Harder," he pants. "More!"

I oblige, bringing the crop down with renewed force. I relish in the power and control I have over him in this moment, knowing he trusts me completely. It's a heady feeling, and it stokes the flames of my arousal.

Soon he's trembling with need, his cock straining for attention. I drop the crop, moving to stand in front of him. I run my hand over his chest, down his stomach, then take his cock in my hand. He groans, bucking his hips, desperate for more.

"You've been quite the busy king, my love," I whisper, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscular form. "Dedicating yourself to the empire, while I've been left yearning for your touch."

His emerald gaze meets mine, a silent promise passing between us.

I continue, my voice low and sultry. "I've been craving your touch, my king," I murmur, my fingers teasing his body. "I've watched you rule with unwavering dedication, and now I need you to claim me."

My voice is low and seductive, filled with promise and longing that increases the fire between us.

I sink to my knees in front of him, taking his cock in my mouth. He lets out a strangled gasp as I swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing him. Then I take him fully into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down as I suck him deep.

He groans, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more. I work him with my mouth, bringing him to the edge of release, then pulling back. I want to make him wait, to make him beg for it.

As his orgasm builds, his body tenses, his muscles straining against the bonds.

"By the gods, Sabrina," he growls, his voice thick with need, "Release me. I command you." But the restraints hold firm, and he's left at my mercy.

I smile against his skin, my breath hot on his throbbing shaft. "Is that an order, my king?" I taunt, my voice dripping with seduction. "Or are you begging me?"

His eyes flash with a mix of desire and defiance, but his pride crumbles beneath the weight of his need. "Please," he groans, the word a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

The goblin king, reduced to pleading with his human wife. How delicious.

I reward his capitulation with a long, slow lick from base to tip, savoring the salty tang of his skin. Zarek hisses out a breath, his eyes fluttering closed as I work my magic.

I take him in my mouth, teasing and tormenting him with my tongue and lips, bringing him to the brink of release, then pulling back. I relish in the power and control I have over him in this moment, knowing he trusts me completely.

It's a heady feeling, and it stokes the flames of my own arousal.

Zarek moans as I continue my delicious torment. Finally, I grant him the release he craves, taking his entire length into my mouth. His breathing comes in harsh gasps, and then, with a roar, he explodes, filling my mouth with his seed. I drink it all down, swallowing every drop.

I rise to my feet, a wicked smile on my lips. "Happy anniversary, Zarek," I purr.

He looks at me through half-lidded eyes, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "That was quite a gift," he growls. "But I have a gift for you too, one I know you'll like."

His gaze sweeps over my body, lingering on my breasts and the swell of my hips. "First, I'm going to cuff you to our bed. I'm going to lick and tease every inch of your delicious body until you're begging for release. Then I'm going to fuck you, long and hard, until you scream my name."

His words send a shiver of anticipation through me, and I feel my pussy throb with need. I lick my lips, my voice a husky whisper. "Only if you can catch me!"

Without hesitation, I rush out of the room, my heart racing. He roars with laughter; I hear as he releases the leather restraints using his Cunning, and I pick up my pace. I don't get far before I'm tackled to the ground, his muscular arms wrapping around my waist.

We wrestle on the floor, both of us laughing like children. Finally, he pins me, his body pressing down on mine. I look up at him, my breath coming in quick gasps, my heart pounding.

He grins down at me, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Got you, my naughty little queen," he growls. "Now I'll just have to punish you for trying to escape."

He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moan, writhing against him, my body aching for more. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

He moves lower, kissing and licking my breasts, my stomach, and then finally, his tongue finds my clit. I arch my back, gasping in delight. He devours me, his mouth relentless as he brings me to the edge of climax. I cry out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as the wave of pleasure washes over me.

He rises to his feet, his cock hard and ready. I look up at him, my body trembling with need. "Please," I beg. "I need you, Zarek."

"Please, what, my queen?" he taunts, his breath hot against my aching breasts. "You'll have to be more specific. I am but your humble servant, after all."

I almost snort at that blatant lie, but it transforms into a whimper as he closes his lips around one straining nipple. He ravishes my breasts with devastating attention, reducing me to a writhing, desperate creature.

"I need you," I manage, my voice thick with desire. "I need you inside me, my king. Claim your queen."

Zarek hums his approval, the subsonic vibrations making my toes curl. He grabs me, lifting me up and carrying me to the bed. He lays me down, his hands roving over my body. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him close.

But instead of granting my plea, he continues his unhurried exploration, mapping my quivering body with hands and mouth until I'm mindless with need. Just when I'm sure I'll combust from the sweet torment, Zarek surges up and sheathes himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. I scream his name, my hands fisting in his long hair as he sets a punishing rhythm.

He fucks me hard and fast, his body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. I cling to him, my nails raking down his back as the pleasure builds.

"I love you, Sabrina," he growls in my ear, his voice thick with desire. "You're mine. Forever."

After those words, he drives me higher with each penetrating stroke, his eyes locked on mine, until the pressure building low in my belly detonates. I shatter in his arms, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me. I cry out his name, my eyes rolling back in my head as I surrender to the overwhelming satisfaction.

With a roar of completion, Zarek follows me over the edge, his release pulsing hot and deep. We collapse into a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, both panting. Zarek gathers me close, pressing tender kisses to my damp temple.

"Happy anniversary, my wicked mate," he murmurs, a satisfied rumble in his chest. "Have I told you today how grateful I am that you trespassed into my kingdom?"

I laugh breathlessly, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "Not today, no. But I'm very glad I did. Being with you, learning about your people, it's been the most incredible adventure."

"And to think, it all began with you chained before my throne," he muses, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Mm, maybe we can stage that scene for our second anniversary," I suggest impishly. "After all, I do so love playing with my ruthless royal."

Zarek's answering growl sends delicious shivers down my spine. I drift toward sated sleep, secure in my fierce husband's arms.

Who knew happily ever afters could be so wickedly divine?