The last time she'd been in the tub, he'd joined her, and they'd made a huge mess with bubbles everywhere. She shut and locked the door as she thought of it. She didn't need him distracting her. She had too much to do before they landed for her to spend her time fucking her new mate.
She laughed at herself for the thought. Until three days before, she'd never uttered a word that was even close to a curse word. He now had her using words like cock, fuck, and pussy as if she'd used them every day of her life. If only her teachers and counselor could see her now. She'd be punished for using language unbecoming of a Christian lady.
After her quick bath, and it was not easy to keep a bath quick with a set up like he had in his bathroom, she returned to the bed, where she sewed just as fast as she could.
Drrrl walked into the room and eyed her sewing so quickly. "We're here. How much do you still have to do?" he asked.
She noticed he'd put clothes on for the first time since they left the space station. "You look good in clothes."
He sighed. "You don't want to see my cock? I thought you'd like knowing how often I was hard for you."
She blushed. "Keep it in your pants for just a little bit longer. I want to meet your parents and make it back to your house before you're inside me again."
"My house?" he asked in confusion. "I don't think you understand. My parents are the king and queen of Mcy. I live in the palace." Surely he'd mentioned his family was the ruling family of the small planet.
Her jaw dropped. "The palace? What? I had no idea! I'm going to be wearing a blanket when I meet my mother-in-law who's a queen? Are you kidding me?"
"I fail to see the problem. She will be your mother-in-law still. What difference does it really make?"
Lela shook her head. "All the difference in the world! I—I haven't seen my own mother since I was five. I haven't even thought about what it would be like to have a mother-in-law until a few days ago, and just thinking she was a normal mother-in-law had me all freaked out. Now I find out she's a queen? I don't want to meet her. Can't we just live here on the ship? Please?" How could he not have told her from the beginning?
He laughed out loud. "Live on the ship instead of in the palace? Just to avoid meeting my mother? She's going to love you, because you're my destined mate!"
"What if she thinks I just married you because you're a prince? You're not the oldest are you? You won't be king?"
He looked away from her at her questions, refusing to meet her eyes. "You'll like the palace. It's really nice." He couldn't believe she was making such a big deal out of his parents being the king and queen. He was used to them, of course, but he'd never really thought twice about it scaring a woman off.
Lela dropped the dress to the floor. "Oh my goodness! You are going to be the king of the planet, and expect me to be your queen? You've got to be joking! I've been trained to be a mental health counselor. I've met five men since I was five years old: You, your brother, Scott, the man who sold us three months' worth of food, and Tylr. How am I supposed to know how to act around a queen? She's going to hate me! She's going to tell you to put me right back on Earth!"
Drrrl started to laugh, and then he realized her anguish was real. He sat beside her on the bed, and pulled her closer to him. "It will all work out. You'll see. She even speaks a little English so you'll be able to communicate with her!"
"It might be better if we couldn't speak at all! What do I have to say to a queen?"
"That you care for her son and hope to provide her with many grandsons in the future? That you are happy to be on her planet?"
She gave him a look that was pure anguish. "Maybe if I'd had a few days to think about it and not three minutes."
"Would you have wanted more time to worry about it? I don't think that would have been a good idea." He shook his head. "No, I think it's best that you found out today."
"You can think that all you want." She got up and held up the blanket dress. "Where are my Earth clothes? They're far more appropriate for meeting a queen!"
He took the dress from her and tossed it onto the bed. "No, they're not. My mother will want to see that you're strong enough to bear children, and that thing hides your body. She'll want to know that you're beautiful enough to keep me interested in your body. She can't see that with that ridiculous Earth outfit." He hugged her close, his hands going to her bottom again, cupping it and pulling her against him. "I just wish we had another ten minutes. I could make you feel so much better about everything."
"Sex isn't going to make me feel better about this! Have you lost your mind? Get your mind out of your dick for a minute and put yourself in my shoes. I have a mother-in-law, who is also a queen, who doesn't know that I'm coming, and will be expected to live with me. Is that about right?"
"Yes, that sums it up perfectly." He kissed the top of her head gently. "You're going to love my mother. She was kidnapped by a Htfld once as well. You have something in common to talk about!"
"Let me just avoid bringing that up to her. Most women probably don't want to be reminded of being kidnapped."
"It was her kidnapping that led to both families being exiled from the planet Warden. After Father got her back, he fired missiles at the Htfld palace, and some innocent bystanders got hurt."
"Your family history is downright scary, you know."
He shrugged. "It's the only history I have." He didn't add that his mother was pregnant with him when she was taken, or that his father was in a panic. He really didn't want her to understand just how evil the Htflds really were.
Chapter Eight
Minutes later, Lela was dressed and standing in the entryway to a huge palace. This single building was bigger than the compound she shared with two hundred other girls growing up. She turned to Drrrl, her hands visibly shaking. "Are you sure we can't live on the spaceship? I liked it there. Nothing to do but sleep, eat, bathe, and..."
"Ride me like a cowgirl?" he asked, his lips close to her ear so the servant approaching them wouldn't hear. Most likely the servant wouldn't speak English, but the shows he'd watched had been available everywhere on the planet. Most simply hadn't bothered with them. Watching them had been a way of bonding with his mother. The two of them often spoke together in English so they wouldn't be understood by others. In fact, the entire royal family tended to speak it when others were around so people wouldn't understand everything they'd said.
He had never truly been certain they were speaking it correctly until he met Lela, though. Obviously they had.
The servant approached, speaking in the language of clicks and grunts she'd come to recognize as Warden. "He wants us to follow him," Drrrl translated, his lips at her ear. He kept his arm casually draped over her shoulders as they walked, knowing it would help her confidence.
It was at times like these that he realized just how small she was compared to the women he was used to. She'd claimed to be much larger than the average women on Earth, but really, he didn't see how that was possible.
They were halfway to the throne room when Lela stopped walking entirely. "I can't do this! I'm scared!"
"Don't make me throw you over my shoulder again. You know I will! And without your foundation garments, a lot more will be visible to people watching than last time!"
Lela glared at him. "You would!"
He inclined his head regally. "Of course, I would."
She sighed, walking again. Suddenly she wanted to call him a brute and tell him she didn't have to do what he said. Of course, she'd been raised to be an obedient wife. Really, he'd been good to her, and she didn't have reason to gripe, other than him kidnapping her and rarely giving her a choice about important things. She glared at him.
"What did I do?" he asked.
"You're a brute. You kidnapped me and forced me to marry you. Forced me to do a lot of things. Why couldn't you just woo me like in the books of old?"
"Woo you? Really? How was I supposed to do that when you lived in a compound with only other women?"
> She dismissed his argument easily. "I'll explain later," she hissed out of the side of her mouth as doors were thrown open, and they were led into the throne room.
She watched as Drrrl went ahead of her, going to quickly kiss the ring of each of his parents. When he straightened, he waved his hand at her, where she'd remained slightly behind him. He sent a mental image of her kissing each of his parents' rings as he had, so she hurried forward to do so.
When she straightened, Drrrl looked back and forth between his parents. "Mother, Father, I want to introduce my fated mate, Lela. She's from the planet Earth."
As Lela watched, his mother covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filling with tears. "Are you certain?" she asked softly.
Drrrl nodded, switching to his native tongue as his hand came to rest on Lela's shoulder. "She can see the mental images I send to her mind."
His father frowned, answering in kind. "You went to a closed planet to convince a woman to leave with you to be your bride? That was extremely dangerous, son."
Drrrl felt his face grow warm, knowing he had to tell his father the full truth if no one else. "Well, the truth is, I found her sleeping on the ground and didn't really give her much choice about leaving with me."
The king frowned. "Are you telling me you kidnapped a wife? From a closed planet?"
Lela watched him, knowing he must be talking about how they'd met and her kidnapping. He hadn't behaved well, and she fully expected him to get an earful for his actions, but hopefully his father would be forgiving to him.
Drrrl straightened to his full height. "It was more than that, Father. I had Bnjmn teleport her off the planet, and then once we were on the ship, I coerced her to marry me. I pretty much forced her to accept me in bed, and then when one of the Htfld's tried to kidnap her, I beat him until he was unconscious at the space station, at which time, I had Bnjmn teleport him to Earth."
The king closed his eyes, obviously frustrated by the answer. "Which Htfld?"
"Tylr," Drrrl responded immediately. Tylr was well-respected by the Htflds, and Drrrl knew he shouldn't have left him for dead on Earth. He hadn't known what else to do though.
"What are we going to do when there are repercussions?"
"I don't know, and I'm sorry, Father. Once I realized she was destined to be my mate, I couldn't let her go."
The king sighed. "I can understand that." He turned to Lela, switching the conversation back to English.
"My son admits that he kidnapped you from Earth, committing many other atrocities along the way. How do you feel about this? Are you willing to remain his bride? Or would you like us to give you the opportunity to marry another young man on our planet?"
Lela stared at the king in fear, taking a step closer to Drrrl and burying her face in his shoulder. She didn't know how to respond to such a thing. Of course she wanted to stay with her husband. On Earth, when a man died, his wife remained true to him for the rest of her life, never remarrying.
The queen shook her head. "You can see they have bonded, Stnl. We can't separate them." She rose from her throne and took Lela by the hand. "Let me show you to your suite. Drrrl and Stnl must talk and work through what the potential risks are for the planet."
Once they were away from the others, Lela realized the queen was holding her hand and it felt odd, but she wasn't about to pull away. "You have a beautiful home," she mumbled softly.
The queen looked around her and laughed. "I forgot how impressive this place is. It's not nearly as nice as the home we were forced to vacate on Warden, so I feel like I'm living in a hovel at times."
Lela laughed softly. "A hovel is not how I would describe this."
"Oh, of course not." The queen wore clothes that Lela wouldn't have described as chic, but they were certainly nicer than what she was wearing. Of course, what wasn't nicer than a blanket?
"Are there materials I could use to make myself some clothing? Drrrl hated my Earth clothes, and they've disappeared. I had to turn a blanket into a dress to meet you." Lela was embarrassed to admit she wasn't wearing real clothes, but by blaming Drrrl, she felt better about it.
"Oh, that son of mine. Yes, there is much fabric that I will allow you to use. In fact, consider the entire storeroom a gift. If you are talented with a needle and thread, you can make some beautiful things from there. We have cotton and silk from Earth, before they shut down trade. We have many different types of materials from our home planet and other planets as well. I mention the silk and the cotton, because those are two you'd probably understand better to begin with."
The queen stepped into a huge suite of rooms and ordered the light to turn on. Lela stepped in behind her, looking about the room in awe. "This is amazing!"
Her new mother-in-law smiled at her. "I hope you'll enjoy it." She went to the bathroom and opened the door, showing Lela a bathtub a million times more decadent than the one on the ship. The bed was the biggest she'd ever seen.
Lela looked at the queen, comparing their heights. The other woman was a good two inches taller than she was. It was amazing to her to meet another woman who was taller, because she never had. "What should I call you?" Lela asked, hoping the answer wouldn't be something like, 'Her Royal Majesty."
"Just call me Dll. I'll respond to it." The queen was tall, regal, and just plain beautiful. Her hair was red, unlike that of her family. It poofed out around her head, and there was a small crown sitting atop it.
"Thank you so much for showing me my new room." Lela looked toward the door, hoping Drrrl would magically appear.
The queen linked her arm through Lela's and led her through the house. "This is the store room," she said as she opened a door across the palace. "You'll find everything you need for dresses right here. Use some or use it all."
Lela looked around the room, crossing to one of the shelves and reaching for some cotton. She had yet to be outside on the planet, but she couldn't wait. This was her home, and she'd been given permission to sew for many hours. She was in heaven!
She chose three different fabrics, some thread and several needles, along with a pair of scissors. "Thank you for sharing the fabric with me."
Dll smiled at her. "You're my new daughter. Anything I have is yours to share." She led the way from the store room, through the winding halls of the palace. "You'll learn your way around quickly. We'll assign a servant to you who will always be willing to lead you where you need to go."
"A servant?"
Dll nodded. "When we came to this planet about twenty-six years ago, all of the adult males were already married. Many of them came in a serving capacity, so their wives agreed to be servants in the palace. The Mcys are mighty and they take care of their own."
Lela smiled at the response. Maybe a servant of her own would be a friend. She was already missing her best friend, Maria, from the compound. She wanted to send Bnjmn back to take her, but she didn't think telling someone to kidnap her best friend was the right thing to do.
Dll left her alone when they reached her suite again, and she explored it carefully. The dressers and wardrobes were all filled with clothing that smelled like Drrrl. She wondered how long he would be gone and hoped his father wasn't being too hard on him. It was obvious the king had been very angry.
Lela went into the bathroom and ran herself a huge tub of water, stepped into it and leaned against the back of the tub. If there was one thing she had to say that was positive about the Mcys, they certainly knew how to make a luxurious bathroom. She'd never seen anything like it.
As she lazed in the tub, her eyes closed, and she felt herself drifting off, thrilled to be in the position she was now in. His mother was wonderful, and his father had even been kind. This was definitely a good place to be, whether she was ready to admit that to him or not.
Chapter Nine
When Drrrl stepped into the bathroom a few minutes later, he found his mate buried to her neck in bubbles, one foot resting on the side of the tub, sound asleep. He knew immediately he needed to be in the
water with Lela so he quickly threw off his clothing, so glad that the huge tubs his family insisted upon were good for communal bathing.
When he was naked, he stepped into the tub, carefully avoiding her legs, and sank into it facing her. He'd gotten the tongue lashing he expected from his father, and they'd made a plan to beef up defenses of the planet. The Htflds would surely seek revenge, even though what he'd done had been in direct retribution to their stealing his mate. They never saw things that way, though.
He took her foot from the side of the tub, softly biting the arch of her foot before taking her toe into his mouth and sucking it softly. He watched her face the whole time, seeing when she woke. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering. "What are you doing?" she asked, sucking in a breath from pleasure.
Instead of removing her toe from his mouth, he sent her a vision of her sitting astride him in the tub, gently rocking them both to their climaxes.
Her eyes opened and met his. "How do you make me go from sound asleep to desperately needing you in such a short time?"
He chuckled. "Just a skill of mine." He patted his knees as he pushed her foot down into the water. "Come sit on my lap, dirt bag."
"Why do you insist on calling me dirt bag?" she asked as she crawled toward him, moving her knees to either side of his thighs.
"You didn't like dog breath," he told her, as if that answer made all the sense in the world.
"Well, of course, I didn't like it. I don't like dirt bag either!"
He positioned her over his cock, pulling her down until she was seated atop him, and his cock was buried deeply inside her. "Those are the only endearments I know in your language. You'll have to teach me some others!"
"Endearments? Those aren't endearments! They're insults!" The man had obviously lost his mind, but he sure could make her feel good.
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