by Kaylee Kane
I looked at Rosia blankly as a wave of happiness swept over me. I smiled to myself, almost forgetting how happiness felt like. “What?”
“Zonor refused to mate with another woman, even when King Zelius insisted that he does. He only wanted you, even when he had no idea that you were still alive.”
I shook my head and turned away. “Why would he do that? You are bluffing me, Rosia. I do not trust you.”
Rosia sighed loudly. “Why would I do that to you, Cezane? I did not even hide the truth from you deliberately. You knew we were all sworn to secrecy.” She grabbed onto my shoulders and made me look at her face. “You are an Athylian, Cezane.”
“You are only saying that because I have purple eyes now,” I said bitterly.
“No, Cezane. You found your calling. Normal humans do not live this long. In fact, you are stronger than an average Athylian. That is why Dykron is after you. He is using you to gain the trust of the Athylians again and reclaim the throne from Zonor. Did you really think Dykron is in love with you?”
I shook my head as confusion bounced around me.
Dykron…he had promised to make me queen. Why would he lie to me? We both were the outcasts of Athyles.
We both had the common ground and shared the common goal.
We wanted vengeance.
“Argh!” Zonor’s shout made the two of us turned around. My heart jumped to my throat when I saw Dykron lie unconsciously in his own pool of blood. My nerves rose within me. I peered into the darkness to see if he was still alive.
Zonor got off from Dykron’s unconscious body and wiped his face with the back of his hand. Bruises marked the side of his left brow. His eyes flashed with a dangerous light when he marched towards us and grabbed me by the wrist.
“You are coming with us, Cezane,” growled Zonor. I hated how much I missed his patronizing and domineering tone. I still had not forgiven him completely.
I almost forgot how strong he was when his iron grip clenched tightly onto my small wrist. The masculine scent of his cologne whiffed into my nose, bringing back all the memories we used to share.
“What do you think you are doing, Zonor?” I snarled and tried to fling him off. He marched in the direction of the parking lot. Rosia said nothing as she took our rear.
Zonor pulled up suddenly. I could not stop on time and bumped onto the solid wall of his chest. I brushed my breasts against his chest. My skin felt on fire.
My breath was almost knocked out of my lungs when I gazed up at his intimidating looks. He did not seem he was in the mood for games.
“What do you think you are doing, Cezane?” grunted Zonor, his voice unforgiving.
I shifted my feet and glared back at him to remind him he was no longer in charge here. As a matter of fact, he was never in charge of me. “I do whatever the fuck I want, Zonor. It’s none of your business. It has never been your business what I do with my life! You never cared before, so why now?”
His eyes were pregnant with sorrow when they penetrated right into mine. I had expected him to shout back at me, but instead, he clutched onto my face.
My heart almost popped when the long-missed warmth of his hand sizzled against my skin. I could not stop myself from cupping my hand on his and felt the rough skin on my fingertips.
“You have no idea how much I missed you, Cezane.” Zonor hung his head low. He sounded like he was crying. His lips trembled. “I am sorry I was a coward, Cezane. If I could turn back the time, I would give up everything to make it right again.”
His eyes were glassy when he looked up again. He fought a smile on his face. “Life has given me a second chance. I was so happy when I found out that you were alive. I know I have to make things right now.”
I looked up at him and was about to say something when Rosia grabbed me by the shoulder. She glanced back at Dykron who started to stir and said in a hushed voice, “We’d better go before he gets up.”
Zonor looked over my shoulder and nodded. Then, he turned to me. “Will you give me a second chance, Cezane?”
I stared at him, not knowing what to say.
Then, I nodded.
I was not sure if I made the right decision.
But when I saw the genuine smile on his face, I thought it might be.
13
Cezane
Uneasiness pricked my skin when Rosia was about to leave me at the mercy of Zonor in his hotel suite. After so many decades, Zonor was like a stranger to me.
“Wait,” I said to Rosia when she was at the double door, ready to get out. I knew right away by the cheeky look on her face, she would be out looking for some human males to fuck. I glanced back at Zonor before I said with a low voice, “Are you going to leave me with Zonor alone here?”
“You will be fine, my dear sister.” My heart fluttered when she called me sister, a name I had not heard for a long time. Now it felt like yesterday when we said goodbye for the last time. I let my gaze linger on the face that I had missed.
“I…” I could not find the words to express the delirium I was feeling inside.
Rosia put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up and gazed into her beautiful purple eyes that glowed under the lights in the corridor. No matter what brand contacts I used, I still could not get that kind of natural luminescence in Rosia’s eyes.
It went to show no matter how hard I tried, I still could not compare to her.
“You have survived on a planet you knew nothing about for three centuries, Cezane. There is nothing you cannot handle.”
I followed Rosia with my eyes until she disappeared around the corner. Then, I closed the door and turned as slowly as I could into the inside of the room.
I almost forgot how luxury felt like until I glanced around at the abundance of the amber light in the suite room. A floral scent perfumed the air. Immaculate white lounges squatted around the glass coffee table. A crystal chandelier hung overhead.
For a second, I thought I had been transported back to Athyles…or that I had never left.
It was a far cry from what I was so used to right now. Claustrophobic teensy apartment with rowdy neighbors you could hear through the flimsy wall. Rats infested and urine smelled corridors.
But living in rough situations made you tough. It reminded me I was like a seed and I would only thrive and bloom when they tried to bury me. I realized how much I had grown and that I did not need anyone’s approval in my life.
I glanced into the far end of the hotel suite and saw Zonor at the open kitchen. My heart did a double somersault when I saw the ripped and tanned alpha alien walking around topless. Damn, I almost forgot how hot and gorgeous this Athylian prince was…
I gulped as my pussy was getting damp. It was as if I had been transported back in time and was meeting Zonor for the first time again. I took my own sweet time to admire his well-chiseled pecs and broad shoulders.
It seemed that he had dedicated his time hitting the gym and bulking himself up while I was gone. I continued to ogle at his bulging muscles as he reached for the bottle of wine from the bucket and poured himself a glass. I licked my tongue over my lips at the throbbing veins running along the lean biceps.
My core pulsated and tingled with pleasure thinking of the time when those strong arms wrapped around me. My hot wetness was flooding my panties right now.
Suddenly, Zonor looked up and his purple eyes were interlocked with mine. I felt as if he could see the dirty thoughts going through my mind and looked away. Shame burned through my cheeks. On second thought, he might be reading my mind right now.
From the corner of my eyes, a smirk quirked the corner of Zonor’s lips. He pulled out another glass from the cabinet under the bench and poured another glass of wine.
“I don’t like your eye color,” said Zonor.
I blinked quickly thinking my ears must be playing tricks on me. “I beg your pardon?”
“I said I don’t like your eye color. It doesn’t suit you and m
ake you look funny,” said Zonor.
I locked my jaw closed and made towards the kitchen. My face remained serious and calm as I looked straight into his face. Who did he think he was to criticize my looks?
“It’s none of your business, really, Zonor. I like how I look like.”
Zonor pursed his lips and slid the other glass towards me. “I love your emerald eyes.”
My jaw fell slightly ajar. His face showed a genuine expression of admiration. I was speechless.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, Cezane. Every time I see you, I can never tear my eyes away from your beautiful emerald gaze.” I followed Zonor with my eyes as he walked around the bench and stood right in front of me. His thick shoulders loomed over me. I almost forgot how huge he was.
He was even bigger than Dykron, even though Dykron was the younger brother. I fought with all my nerves not to reach my hand out and touch the ripped, tanned skin of his chest.
I took a deep breath to calm the stormy feelings bouncing around me. Part of me wanted him to fuck and pound me so much. At the same time, I could not forget what happened three centuries ago.
I wanted answers. I wanted to know what happened in Athyles. At the same time, I could not give a fuck. I did not know what I wanted.
I gasped when Zonor reached his hand out and raked his fingers along my smooth, luscious brunette hair. “And these beautiful tresses. No other Athylian females have this special shade of hair that you have. You have no idea how special you are to me. You forgot to celebrate your own uniqueness because you were too busy blending in with the norm.”
A tear rolled down my cheek. I sniffled and wiped my face when I accidentally moved my contacts. I looked away and without thinking twice, peeled the contacts out.
I turned around and looked into Zonor’s glassy eyes. A faint smile curved his lips. “That is my beautiful Princess Cezane…” He cupped his hand over my face. I did not stop him.
I reveled in the warmth of his hand against my cheek. “When I found out that you were alive, I felt like there is hope in life again…” Zonor’s warm breath caressed my hair as he trailed his kisses over my face. “As a matter of fact, the fate of Athyles is in your hands.”
I pulled away and looked up at Zonor’s concerned face. “What do you mean?” I asked.
Zonor gulped. “The Plague…has claimed the lives of the innocent Athylians…Dykron has created this Plague to specifically target the purebred Athylians…”
I looked into Zonor’s eyes as everything started to sink in me. The Plague…that was the ultimate reasons that these two Athylian princes had come to me. That was why their deadbeat father had kept me alive in Athyles for so long.
I was their planet’s science experiment. Now my time had come to save their world. That was why they were here.
It was a race between the brothers to see who could persuade me to save their planet first.
“Is this why, Zonor?” I hoped that what I imagined was wrong but I could not find a more sensible explanation to why these two brothers had suddenly come to me, after so long. “Is this why you have come to me? To fulfill your father’s prophecy?”
“No, Cezane. Why would you think so?”
I pulled away from Zonor and sneered, “Really? You did not come to see me before I get executed. Only Rosia has bothered to come and break me out of prison. And now you mysteriously appear out of nowhere to find me back. Coincidentally when Athyles is in a dire state and you risk losing not only your throne but your species?”
“Did you really think so? Rosia has been hiding the truth from me, Cezane!”
“Coincidentally she is only telling you right now!”
“She wants to keep her promise to you! But there is a more important problem that we need to solve!” Zonor tried to grab my arm but I whisked him off.
“Fuck off, Zonor!” I glared at him. “I should have known this better!” I turned around to march towards the door when Zonor chased behind me and grabbed my wrist. This time, he held tight and I could not fling him off. All I could do was glare at him.
“If you think I am back to use you, what made you think that Dykron is any better!”
“My business is none of your business, Zonor! I fuck who I want to fuck!” I said through my gritted teeth.
“I just want to protect you, Cezane! I do not want to lose you again!” snarled Zonor, his face was red with rage.
“I do not need your protection, Zonor! Yes, I am fucking Dykron as revenge! I do that to spite you and your goddamn father!” I had no idea how the last bit blurted out of my lips but I instantly regretted it when I saw the enraged look on his face. His eyes flashed with murder. Despite the fact that it sent chills down my spine, my pussy wept at the sight of how hot he looked right now.
I tore myself from him and moved towards the door when I felt a strong tug at my arm. I swung around and shot him the most intimidating glare I could muster up. But when my eyes fell on his face, all the anger I had dissolved and turned into pure primal lust.
“I should have taught you this lesson of humility three centuries ago!” growled Zonor. Before I figured out what he meant, he dragged me across the room towards the door.
“Let me go, you idiot!” I shouted. Zonor ignored my pleas completely and plopped onto the edge of the bed. Before I knew what happened, he flipped me around and I found myself over his knees.
Shame scorched my face and spread down my chest. “What the fuck do you think you are doing to me, Zonor? Who do you think you are?” I shouted and thrashed about like a naughty brat who could not get her way.
I felt vulnerable in this skimpy little dress with my breasts threatening to pour out from my collar and the hem of the skirt hiking up just right below my ass. It didn’t say there for long.
Blistering heat roared through my body when Zonor lifted up my skirt and exposed my skimpy wet panties. The space between my thighs tightened when he slid a finger under the elastic band of my panties and pulled them down my thighs.
“Stop it at once, Zonor!” I squeezed my legs together as the hot wetness growing in my groins. I gritted my teeth as the burning shame spread through my whole body. Luckily, the smell of alcohol was so strong it could cover the smell of my eager pussy.
“I should have spanked you like you deserve it the first time I see you.” Zonor’s chest muscles swelled when he raised his hand and his palm landed on my ass with a loud smack.
“Ouch, fuck!” I muttered as the mix of pain and pleasure sizzled through my ass straight to my core. My whole body trembled as I buried my face in his lip and grinned like a needy whore.
I had so many flings and dates. None of them had made me feel like a dirty whore like Zonor could even if they tried. Even Dykron could barely make me want to submit to his dominance as badly as I wanted to Zonor. I guessed I already knew who the true king here was.
I could not bear to look into Zonor’s stern eyes. I glanced back and marveled at the hard ridges of his perfectly sculpted chest. He looked like a work of art himself that should have been displayed in a museum somewhere.
His hand skimmed across my bright red ass where he just spanked me. Then, he lifted his hand and slapped at the same spot again. And again. And again. “Ah…ah…ouch…damn…fuck…stop it right now, Zonor…” I shouted, my voice getting weaker and softer with each stroke.
The mix of pain and pleasure I felt earlier turned into pure delight. I anticipated more than dreading every stroke of his hand against my raw ass.
The crackling of his palm punctuated the loud blood pounding in my ears. My breath was knocked out of my lungs. My knees were turning into jelly.
I had no idea when my cries turned into needy moans. My pussy was getting all wet and excited about his punishment. “Mmm…it’s so fucking good…oh my god…fuck!”
“You are enjoying this, I know,” growled Zonor, his voice getting hoarser. The hard wall of his chest bobbed in front of me. It was not
the only thing getting hard. I could feel his erection prodding against my tummy. A wet spot formed on my dress from his pre-cum where my belly button was.
My nipples hardened and elongated as they brushed against Zonor’s lap.
I gritted my teeth and fought to suppress my growing need. I glared up at Zonor. “If that makes you feel better about yourself, brother.” I had no idea where did that come from? Then, I remembered I used to call him brother while we fucked.
The brief shocked look on his face pleased me. Then, he shot me a serious face. “It seems that you have not learned your place…”
I was about to shoot back something snarky when he thrust his two fingers through my throbbing tight pussy. My body firmed up. I clenched my fists. My cunt cinched tightly onto his fingers. “Get over yourself, Zonor!”