3. ZAYDEN

ZAYDEN

Impatiently, I paced my chambers. Ever since seeing the holo image of the human female with her blonde hair and pale skin, I had been in a constant state of anticipation.

No female had ever stirred me like this one. None.

During the last several rotations, any thought of female companionship had taken a large step back because of the war. Any kind of sexual contact had been quick and impersonal, usually done inside a dank tent because I hadn't been able to afford any better. Every last credit to my name was deeply invested in troops and weapons, until now.

Now I enjoyed the luxuries of the king's palace, and I wasn't about to look back.

Lately, females had been throwing themselves at me, hoping to become queen, but my sexual appetite had diminished since I knew what they hungered after, and it wasn't me.

The crown was a strong lure for them, one that made them even overlook my body, which wasn't as attractive to females as those of other courtiers and males of noble rank.

Thanks to the war, where fighting and training had eaten up all my days, my body was thick and muscular, a warrior's body. Definitely not what court ladies desired. They wanted the round and soft bodies of courtiers, proclaiming their statues as males of rank and fortune. They craved the sweet nature of a courtier, not the roughened edges of a battle-hardened male. That they would only endure because it would make them a queen.

I wasn't sure what my new bride would think of me, but I hoped I would appeal to her as much as she already did to me. If I could have, I would have forgone the training and allowed my body to soften again, but I was worried another challenger to the throne would step up. Even though I now had the advantage of deep coffers, could afford more warriors, I was sure that my victory was in large part due to my fighting right alongside my warriors. I hadn't sat back on transporters, watching the battle conclude. I had been right there in the fray, giving my males incentive to fight harder, stronger. Even when we had been grossly outnumbered or maybe because of it.

I wasn't about to give that advantage up now. Not even for the female who would be my queen.

My queen!

Just the thought of it made my blood rush faster through my veins.

As much as I had cursed and fought against the priests about their latest demands on me, once I laid eyes on the female, I had been enamored by her.

To distract myself, I ordered an entire wardrobe for her; my queen would be the best dressed, most beautiful female at court, in all of Zypheria.

"Your Royal Highness, your future queen has arrived," a servant announced, and I stopped dead in my pacing. My heart hammered against my chest faster than during the start of a battle.

"Show her in," I ordered.

My cock rose the moment she walked in. Such perfection, such beauty! No other measured up to her. She was everything I had ever desired in a female and more. She encompassed things I hadn't even known I found attractive, like her blonde hair and pale skin.

I had seen blondes before; some of the noble ladies at court liked to dye their black hair into many different colors, but hers was all natural.

Her gaze moved up and met mine. Startled, I took a step back. The holo image hadn't done her eyes any justice. They were the deepest blue I had ever seen, surrounding black, glassy pupils. So glassy I could see myself reflected in them.

Her face seemed a bit slack and emotionless, and I narrowed my eyes as a dark suspicion rose, but then my gaze moved down her body, and all thought left me. By the gods, they had done me right. Her barely contained tits were full and subtle, making my fingers itch to touch them, knead them.

Her waist was tiny, but flaring hips would make for perfect handholds, and her ass would be just as pliable as her breasts.

Long legs, shapely and well formed, stuck out through the slits of the barely there skirt—that reminded me more of a long loincloth. The rounded shape of her well-formed ass peeked out now and then when she took another hesitant step forward.

"I hope the object finds your pleasure," the trader, whose name I hadn't bothered to learn, remarked.

I didn't like that he referred to her as an object, but I let it slide, having no intentions of doing further business with him or others of his species. They might obtain the rarest, most sought-after objects anybody in the universe craved, but I didn't need anything other than what Zypheria offered. If it hadn't been for the priests, I would have never dealt with them in the first place.

"She is very pleasing to me," I dismissed him haughtily. "My servants will see to your compensation."

The trader let go of her and bowed on the way out, walking backwards.

I waited until the door closed, and my future queen and I were alone.

"You are a sight to behold, female. What are you called?" I asked, lifting her chin to stare more deeply into her astonishing eyes.

She blinked a few times, as if trying to chase off some haze. Her lips moved in an effort to form words before they spread into the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Slowly, as if in a trance, her hand rose, and her palm cupped my face, "You're… so hand… some."

Her gesture and words moved straight into my loins. My cock enlarged and twitched as if trying to get to her.