Ravished by the Crown Prince
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Word had gotten around and in the distance I saw King Crencik running across the field with twin boys with full manes of black hair closely behind him.
“Cease! Cease!” the King called out in his Zunatorian tongue.
Both Anik and Yaz’ul stopped fighting, although they circled each other like they were itching to finish.
“What in the marti lurtuǔng is going on here?” the King demanded.
One of the guards filled the King in on what happened. He looked straight across the field at me and a I look of dread flooded his face. He came to me. “Forgive me. This should not have happened,” he said.
“It wasn’t your fault!” I said.
One of the Zunatorian women brought me one of her silks to replaced my ripped garment. She spoke to me softly in their tongue. I understood some of it, but not much.
The King took a stance in front of Yaz’ul. “Yaz’ul tutu ak Zauburt, you will be executed!”
The crowd gasped.
“You cannot kill me, Your Majesty!” Yaz’ul yelled.
“No, he cannot You touched what was mine. You threatened what was mine.” Anik charged him. “I will kill you with my own bloody hands!”
They rolled over on the ground again, wrestling and punching.
“Bap’ku. Bap’ku.” The King screamed again for them to stop fighting.
Yaz’ul dropped to the ground on his knees directly in front of the King. “Your Majesty, that bak’ku killed my brother. I beseech you to punish her at this instant so that everyone may see that he is avenged!”
“Yaz’ul, you are broken. My order was given already. You disobeyed me. You ignored me. You have marked a free woman with your bear hands. You threaten her life with your words. Your intentions are clear. Your actions have been clear tonight. I am King, and you will be executed.”
When the King turned around, Yaz’ul got up and said, “You cannot kill me! I challenge your son to a fight.”
The crowd gasped.
Yaz’ul spat at the King’s feet. “I challenge him!” He pointed. “In the cages. That is how I will appease my brother’s slaying. By fighting you. We will fight to the death.”
“You cannot challenge your commander to a fight! He is a prince. My son!” King Crencik pulled out a machete from the sheath attached to his waistband. “End this dispute now! Finish him!” He thrust the machete at Anik.
Anik looked at the weapon but he didn’t take it. “No, Father.” He looked back at Yaz’ul. “I accept your challenge. We will fight to the death.”
The air rushed out of my lungs as Anik sealed his fate.
In that moment, I wished Anik had punished me like King Crencik had demanded all along.
Now because I wouldn’t accept a series of whippings on my backside, Anik would have to risk his life by fighting in a cage.
Chapter Sixteen
Ryleigh
I was on pins and needles. It had been less than a day since Anik accepted Taz’ul’s challenge for a fight to the death. It didn’t have to come to this. Maybe if I had just submitted back on Earth, I might have never killed Fulcid in self-defense.
To think back on it now, what else could have happened? If I had gone out that day looking for supplies with my group, I might have never been caught by the Nation’s guards. I might have never been sent to the labs. I might have never been captured by aliens from the planet of Zuna.
I would never be here, if things had gone the other way. Maybe I would be dead in a landfill. Bones and decaying skin. Or perhaps I would still be a lab rat lying on a table wishing for death.
But this was my fate. I was here. This was now.
I forced myself to look out into the fighting cage, into the ring. The men were fighting tirelessly with fists. And if it wasn’t with fists, they’d use their weapons. They were only allowed one machete and one shield in the cage.
One might have said that there ways were Barbaric, but this was no more Barbaric than what was going on in other places, especially on Earth where people murdered each other every day in cold blood.
Andara squeezed my hands, calmly assuring me that Anik would prevail. Taz’ul was blood-thirsty. I saw it in his eyes when he tried to mount me just yesterday. And now, knowing that if he killed Taz’ul or was somehow successful in overturning King Crencik that he would be King. He knew this. Anik and his father had discussed it just last night.
Anik had been at odds with himself all day, telling me that it was his fault for leaving me alone—unprotected. I knew different. None of this was his fault.
My breath hitched in my throat when the tip of Yaz’ul’s axe snipped Anik’s side. If Anik succumbed to injuries, I didn’t know what I’d do. On Earth, all I knew was surviving. That was all that mattered. On Zunator, the only man I knew was Anik. I had come to love him. He was all that mattered.
The crowd stood up and I popped up with them. I peeked over broad shoulders and between bodies, trying to see what was happened. Finally, I got tired to fighting my way to a better view, so I can all the way to the front of the arena. Only the metal-linked cage was keeping me from running out onto the fighting grounds.
Taz’ul was stumbling around on the ground trying to find his machete. He was bleeding from the forehead. Anik followed him across the cage until Taz’ul grabbed the machete. Taz’ul lifted it up but Anik yanked it from his grip and threw it out yards away.
Taz’ul got up and charged, pushing Anik back into the cage. He wrapped both hands around Anik’s throat and squeezed with inhuman strength. Anik’s ǔre disappeared. I screamed.
“Anik…” I called. He still appeared to be alive, but Taz’ul seemed to be squeezing the life force right out of him.
He opened his eyes. They shined bright blue.
“Please don’t die. Don’t leave…” I cried out.
He turned his attention back to Taz’ul who was now spitting vial words screaming for Anik to die.
Taz’ul was hollering bloody…and then suddenly he was not.
A look of morbid shock froze on his face as Anik plunged his hand into Taz’ul’s chest and dislodged his heart. As Taz’ul stumbled back, Anik snatched the entire heart out, veins, ligaments, and all.
Taz’ul dropped to his knees. Anik picked up the machete and beheaded Taz’ul.
The crowd burst out in cheers, but I didn’t care about any of it. I raced passed the guards and into Anik’s arms. I kissed him. His face. His mouth. His chin.
“You’re hurt. You’re alive,” I panted.
Anik smiled. “I’m also bloody, tiki pa.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care about blood. I love you, Anik. Never leave me,” I declared.
“You don’t know how honored I am to hear you say those words. I have loved you all along. I will love you now. Forever. I’ve wanted to say it. I…” He swallowed.
“I know. It’s okay to feel. It’s okay to show it.”
He kissed me.
“I wanted to give you something, Anik. I want to give it to you now,” I said.
“What is it?”
I parted from him, just enough to kneel on the ground in front of him.
“I choose you, Anik. Before the people of Zunator, I submit to you.”
“I accept you as my mate, Ryleigh.” He held out his palm to me hands up. “Rise now, tiki pa. You shall never kneel again, for soon, you will be a princess.”
He wrapped his arms around me and brought me close to his chest. I didn’t care about all the blood and gore. I was squeamish like that. The blood marring his flesh was a sign of victory—his.
Anik was a warrior, after all. He was my warrior. I understood. I had always wanted to marry a rebel. A fighter. Now I had one of my own. My very own alien. A protector. A prince.
My mother’s prediction would become true.
I felt his kuvak rising between us and my nipples began to harden against his chest.
“Are you…?” He was aroused.
“Remember what I told you, Ryleigh. We accept
mates before our people.”
I turned, but he pressed his palm against my face. “Look at me. Only me.”
My sex clenched when he bent his head and pressed his lips to my throat. “What do you feel, Ryleigh?”
I closed my eyes and let go. “You? Your ǔre. I feel everything. It’s like it’s inside me.”
“Yes, Ryleigh. Tonight we will be one. You, me, my ǔre.” He picked me up by the waist and I wrapped my legs around him. My tunic rode all the way up thighs. There was nothing else preventing him from entering me.
He walked us to the edge of the cage where he pressed my back to the cage. I wrapped my fingers around his neck and our lips met, but we didn’t kiss. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was at the prospect of him taking my innocence in front of a crowd of his people.
“It will hurt…”
“No. Trust me. My kuvak will give you pleasure. Do you accept me?”
“Yes, Anik. Take me. I’m yours.”
He placed his cock at my entrance, covered my lips with his mouth, and entered me, slowly. When he breached my maidenhead, I screamed into his mouth. One moment of pain came to me and then the rest was pleasure. Only pleasure.
I thought the beginning had past, but it was just that, only the beginning. When his kuvak began vibrating inside of me, I climaxed, my sex clenching around his thick shaft. Once he was locked inside, his lips parted and he moaned my name.
“You make my ǔre come alive.”
I looked at his skin. “You’re healing.”
“Yes.”
I looked at our bodies linked together. “My skin is glowing. I can feel it, Anik. I can feel it beneath my skin.”
Maybe Anik had decided that the Zunatorian people had seen enough, because he locked his hands around my bottom and walked us out of the fighting cage, through the mesmerized crowd.
I didn’t think we’d make it to the pod house, but we did. He placed me on the bed, held me at hips, and began moving in and out of me.
“You are a gift, Ryleigh.”
“And you are the light I needed in my life, Anik.”
We stayed in each other’s arms all night. Our lovemaking was sweet. There was nothing on Earth or Zuna that could seperate us.
Epilogue
Ryleigh
Two months later…
I was midway through a bath when Anik entered our pod house with a bag from the market. I hadn’t expected him back so soon since he and some other warriors had gone hunting meat.
“Looks like I’m right on time, my love,” he said, tossing the satchel aside and ripping off his loin cloth. He hurriedly dipped his hands in the bowl of water by the door and dried it.
“For a bath or for something else?” I teased, biting my finger.
“You know exactly what I want, tiki.” He picked me up from the bath and took my soaking wet body to the bed.
I giggled as his mouth landed on my breasts.
“You always taste exquisite. It’s my favorite thing to eat,” he said, sucking my nipples gently into his mouth, one and then the other until they were taut and tender.
Feels so good. His mouth feels so good.
I don’t even try to hide my thoughts.
My mouth will give you pleasure all night, my love.
He sent back his thoughts through telepathy. We’d been working thought exchange. It took a great deal of practice, but I was getting good at it, especially when I was alone with him.
He moved down lower between my thighs and dragged his tongue up the slit of my wet pussy. I moaned out for him and reached for the top knot on his head. He buried his mouth in my pussy and licked me until my cream was coated on his tongue.
When he came up, his kuvak was hard, full, and dripping with pre-cum.
“I need you inside me now, Anik,” I said, lifting a leg onto his shoulder.
He kissed up my inner thigh, giving the underside my knee a little nip with his teeth. I squealed, but then screamed the moment he pulled my core up to meet his hips and entered me to the hilt.
Our lips locked together and I moaned into his mouth.
“Oh, Anik…yes…oh,” I moaned.
He thrust in and out with deep gently strokes that took me higher into climax. His cock kuvak began to rise from the base. I came apart when his shaft began to vibrate within me. And when he began to knot and lock inside me, I screamed his name.
Once he was knotted, he couldn’t move in nor out. The only thing that was moving inside me was the vibrations of his shaft. I came over and over again like a sex puppet beneath.
He took my mouth in his gently as he came, hard and long. A rush of cum flooded me like the rough tides of an ocean. My sex tightened around his knot, milking him for everything he had to offer.
He growl in pleasure as his knot began to subside. We panted, but we didn’t part. His cock was still inside me, twitching, preparing for the next round. I could almost feel his kuvak filling with his fertile seed now.
“I want more, Anik,” I begged.
“Then you shall have more…” He stroked my face. “I never imagined this. I am a lucky prince.”
“And I am a lucky princess.”
“Yes, tiki pa, that you are.”
I moaned out loud when his cock surged up into me again.
“You are famished tonight.”
“I can’t stand being away from you for too long,” he said, slowly working his shaft against my pussy.
“Me, either.”
“Can I ask you for something, Ryleigh?” His blue eyes shined brightly as he studied me with his eyes.
“Yes, Anik, what is it? What it is that you want?”
“A son. I want a son.” He smiled. “Will you bear my son?”
I took his face in my hands. “I will give you many sons, Anik. It is fated.”
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