Taming the Alien King

by Rie Warren

  I LAY BESIDE Prairie in my private quarters, wrapping a tendril of her soft hair around a finger. Her curly locks reminded me of the nerezeen stone—the most precious jewel mined on Zenithia. She slept on, the fur blanket covering her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. In repose, she was softer, the hard edge that made her unique among human females giving way to something gentler.

  To make Prairie more comfortable after shock had taken a toll on her, I’d undressed her before bundling her into my bed, trying not to linger over the sight of her naked body.

  I’d counted the freckles on her shoulders, barely grazing each one with a fingertip. Her nude form had been a sight to behold, fuller and more feminine than Zenithian women. Big breasts with pale pink nipples, hips that swelled from a slender waist, a juicy ass begging to be kneaded.

  But it was the marks on her upper arms that made my blood boil, not with arousal but with anger. Someone had clearly grasped her in a bruising hold, leaving black and blue fingertip impressions on her fair skin.

  I’d carefully caressed the bruises, healing her flesh, removing the pain from her body.

  And now reclined beside her, I wondered about this woman. Would she be scared of me? Who’d hurt her? Was her caustic tongue a coping mechanism?

  She wouldn’t need protection from me, not even as my troublesome cock raged hard for her. I’d shed the loincloth, and a constant leaking of precum dripped one bead at a time from the plump head down onto my thigh.

  I determined the next time I came it would be inside Prairie’s sweet cunt. Only if she allowed it.

  By the Gods, I hope she’ll allow it.

  Her eyelids flickered before they parted. I expected her to be startled like she’d been in the assimilation chamber after we’d landed, but she stretched languidly with a quiet yawn.

  I trailed a fingertip down her neck, settling the pad of my finger against the hollow of her throat. Prairie was so much tinier than me, an overprotective urge swelled inside me. But then, she had a tongue sharper than the talons of a glecaw, the biggest and fiercest Zenithian bird of prey.

  This time she didn’t lash that tongue at me, merely smiling.

  “Just for the record, I didn’t put you to sleep that time,” I murmured, nuzzling along the path my finger had taken.

  “Where are we?” she asked drowsily.

  “The palace.”

  She purred under my caress, rolling to her side in the lush blankets. “What is this?” Her fingers fluffed over the covering.

  “Tazek fur.” I shifted closer so her head rested on my shoulder, my breath whispering through the silky strands of her hair.

  “What’s tazek?”

  Flicking a finger in the air, I brought a hologram online, shimmering to life with the 4D image of a tazek beast.

  “Huh.” She lifted her head, studying the animal. “Kind of like a cross between an antelope and a wildebeest. This is all so freaking weird, X.”

  “I know.” Drawing her gaze to mine, I studied the pale green of her irises. “Listen, Prairie. I want you to know I’d never hurt you.”

  Her nose wrinkled. “Okay.”

  “You had bruises on your arms,” I pointed out.

  Her jaw firmed.

  “When did that happen?” I asked.

  “Earlier. Whatever. Doesn’t matter now.” She glanced at her bare arms then back at me. “What happened to the bruises?”

  “I healed them while you slept.”

  “So weird,” she mumbled.

  Then she braced her elbows on my chest, her nipples brushing against me and her hip colliding with my otherworldly erection.

  I cleared my throat, knowing my pupils had flipped from horizontal to vertical, and my retracted fangs began tingling. Not that I wanted to bite her neck to suck her blood. But a little harmless nipping did happen when we were highly aroused, and violent biting could occur when we were filled with the bloodlust of rage.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” I assured Prairie, hands stroking down the center of her back.

  “I learned all I needed to know on the streets.” She frowned.

  “This’ll be an entirely different education.”

  “Oh, I just bet.” Her hip rolled enticingly against me again. “I can feel what kind of education you’ve got in mind, and it’ll probably rip me in two. Besides, why am I naked?”

  I was beginning to get used to Prairie’s attitude, enjoying her blunt remarks when I was usually surrounded by ass-kissers who bent over backward to gain my favor.

  “I prefer you this way.” I cupped her backside in two hands. “And all females on Zenithia are nude.”

  Rocking up to her knees, Prairie glared. “No way! That’s totally a hard limit for me.”

  Smothering my laugh, I clicked my tongue, gaze roaming over her now bared tits. “I was kidding about that last part.”

  She huffed in annoyance, slipping down to hide her nudity against me. Her sudden modesty just made me want her more since all those prime curves dragged across my flesh.

  “You’re cute when you’re angry.” I tapped her nose before snatching a swift kiss from her pouty lips.

  “Cute?” Great. Faced with the hottest . . . alien dude I’ve ever seen, and he thinks I’m cute?

  She’d apparently forgotten I could read her mind. Her constant rambling while I’d guided her inside the Lex had amused me more than I could ever remember.

  “Like a legrib. It’s a fluffy little pet we have here.”

  Her glare turned even more ferocious.

  “Looks like a cross between a kitten and a hamster,” I added.

  “I’d just call that a kamster.”

  I barked a laugh so loud Prairie jostled on top of me. Any more rubbing of her body against mine and we’d never make it to the feast in her honor because I was more than ready to mate with her. My cock had never been harder. My control was slipping.

  “You must bathe before the banquet.” Speaking gruffly, I separated our bodies before instinct took over.

  My eyes flashed again when Prairie stood. Her hair shimmered down over the globes of her breasts, nipples peeking through the tight curls, tight curls echoed at the apex of her legs where a mouthwatering scent emanated.

  “Banquet?”

  “For you.” I sat up, rubbing my chest and noting a new change in the markings on my torso. “The bath is down those steps.”

  “Pretty luxe digs, X.” She stretched with her arms over her head, her tits tilting upward, and I wanted to grab the orbs in both hands, smother my face between her sweet flesh.

  My voice dropped to a lust-laden growl. “These are the royal chambers.”

  I glanced around the room. I’d grown up with such splendor although I’d spent a decade with my uncle on the far side of the planet, which was much more desolate. The training grounds for the warrior class where I’d been taught to rough it out and fight to the death.

  A nerezeen obelisk separated the two main areas of my room. A sleeping chamber consisting of the large platform I reclined on and a huge oval window leading to the balcony that looked out to the Idris Sea. The bathing grotto lay off to one side, recessed into the glowing white floor. Warm steam wafted from the constantly replenished spring, the bath itself big enough for ten Zenithians.

  Prairie spun around on the balls of her feet, a very delicate move at odds with her tough girl attitude, and strolled to the stone steps of the bath.

  “There aren’t any snakes in there?” She glanced over her shoulder at me.

  I eyeballed her ass, just counting down the minutes until I could get my hands all over the juicy globes. “No snakes on Zenithia.”

  “You’re not hiding the Loch Ness Monster in here, are you?”

  I watched as she took the first step. “Another manmade myth, meehri.”

  “Mee-ree?”

  “Meehri. The word means beloved.” Sitting higher, I glanced from her to the new marking on my chest.

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p; The twining shapes curling from both sides of my torso denoted much more than bodily attraction for my human female. The looping vibrant colors growing over both my hearts would link eventually in a visible emblem of a fated mating.

  The sounds of water splashing drew me from the skin tattoo taking shape. Prairie’s long low sigh set a new throbbing in my balls.

  The woman was naked and wet. All that silky skin sleeker than a leasy pelt. Curling my fists into the fur, I strained inside my body, cursing my robust Zenithian sex drive. I usually had to drain my cock five times a day, and I’d been without a woman during my entire sojourn to Earth.

  A knock on my door was the only warning before Zaneeviex entered. My brother heard Prairie humming, listened to the water splashing, and cocked an eyebrow in my direction.

  “No,” I gritted out between my teeth.

  “But we’ve had the same female before,” he reminded me, the door shutting soundlessly behind him before he crossed the room.

  “That was different. Greeta was different. She wasn’t destined to be my queen.”

  “So this Earth woman, Prairie? She’s the one?” Zane sat at the foot of the sleeping platform.

  “Gods. I feel it in my soul, brother.”

  “Looks like that’s not the only place you feel it.” He aimed a finger at my cock still staff-hard beneath the furs bunched on my lap.

  “Well, at least I don’t have two dicks.”

  “That isn’t a deformity. No one else can DP like me, brother. Perhaps I should let Prairie know about my unique talents then she can decide if she wants to come to my bed.”

  Younger than me by a hundred years, Zane was brash, impulsive, and—yes—double-hung.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  X

  ZANE ALSO LOOKED very much like me, just an inch or two shorter, and his black hair was sheared close to his head. His eyes changed from an icy blue hue to the royal golden topaz that branded us, and his skin markings weren’t as extensive as mine. Not yet. The marks grew with each of life’s milestones. Like ancient Egyptian glyphs miraculously decorating our flesh . . . like the one now crawling across my torso in a pattern that became clearer and clearer by the moment.

  Prairie appeared beside the obelisk, wringing out her hair.

  I gulped, almost swallowing my damn tongue. Forgot all about Zane sitting right there. With no towel at her disposal, Prairie was just as sexy—wet and sleekly glistening—as I’d imagined.

  She glanced at me and interpreted my predatory look as exactly what it was. Complete instant male arousal.

  “Still think I’m cute like a little kamster?” Prairie ran her hands up her dripping body from hips to tits.

  I almost nutted without even being touched.

  Zane groaned, and Prairie noticed him for the first time, quickly wrapping an arm across her busty breasts.

  “What the hell, X?” she screeched.

  Climbing off the bed, I covered her in a robe, my own nakedness nothing I was bothered about, not even with the erection of the millennium. “My brother, Zaneeviex. He has bad manners.”

  Her mouth popped open, and I kissed her quiet, ending with a wink. “You can call him Zane.”

  “Well, at least that’s not quite the mouthful Xzippitydippitydooda is. No offense.” She reached up to pat my cheek.

  “Oh, you have no idea about what a big mouthful I am.” Zane leered.

  “Really?” Prairie asked.

  Zane crossed his arms over his chest. “I have two coc—”

  “Leave us.” I nearly growled at my own brother.

  “Just saying.” Walking over, he clasped my hand then kissed Prairie’s cheek. “Welcome to Zenithia.”

  As soon as he departed, Prairie rounded on me, hands on her hips. “Your brother? Did not expect that. And he saw me buck naked!”

  “You better not be naked in front of him again.” I scowled. “And, yes, my brother. I wasn’t hatched from an egg, you know?”

  “Well that’s a relief.”

  “What space movies did you watch anyway?”

  “The Sigourney Weaver ones. Duh.”

  “Yeah. Those give aliens a bad rap.”

  Slipping toward me, Prairie dragged a hand from my shoulder to the center of my chest. “No doubt about that.”

  I stepped back even as my cock jerked to get closer to her—inside her preferably. “We should dress now.”

  “But you didn’t answer my question.” Dropping the robe to the floor, her damp skin glowed in front of me. “About being just cute?”

  I wrapped her hand around my mammoth cock. “Gods, woman. Does that feel like I think you’re cute?”

  Her hot gasp hit me hard in my sac, which swelled even more. Then her eyes drifted down to where her hand grasped my thick swollen staff.

  “Jesus, X.” Her hand rolled up, and she brushed her thumb over the weeping slit. “Hung much?”

  I was proud of my endowments, even prouder when Prairie handled me with something close to awe, but I was too close to reaching explosive pleasure.

  Pulling her hand off my cock, my voice dropped to a throbbing tone. “Now we dress.”

  “Sir, yes sir.” She snapped her heels together, sliding a saucy smile my way.

  Perhaps I should’ve stuck with one of the Tinder bimbettes. One of them might’ve been easier to handle.

  But I knew that was a damn lie. Subservient? Submissive? Prairie struck me as none of those things I’d claimed I’d wanted, yet she seemed to capitulate too easily. Smiling, kissing me, stroking me, stroking my ego. Maybe she had ulterior motives for accepting my invitation to come to Zenithia or maybe she was just as carefree as her name suggested.

  Whatever Prairie’s reasons, I already knew she was savvy enough to know her own mind and wouldn’t be led where she didn’t want to go.

  I guided her to another area of the large chamber where jewels and garb and oils could be summoned. The lights—an ambient glow from the walls—diffused on and I called forth a bottle of oil, fragrant liquid made from the malp tree. Other than keeping skin supple and gleaming, the oil had magical properties that would eventually help her accept the length and girth of my prodigious cock.

  “Your body must be readied for presentation.”

  “What? Like a slave girl or something?” Her nose wrinkled.

  “Like my sacred woman.” Pouring a liberal amount of liquid into one palm, I rubbed my hands together. “May I?”

  She nodded in acquiescence, lips slightly parted.

  Prairie moaned when I dragged my hands from the delicate wings of her collarbone over the big bouncy flesh of her tits. Her nipples—pink as fruit—pointed against my palms, and I pressed her magnificent breasts together.

  After tweaking the fat buds, I replenished the oil and spread it with long swirls of my fingers down her belly and over her hips. My thumbs anointed her with a generous amount of shiny liquid on her mons and into the pretty little nest of her woman’s curls.

  Prairie’s fingers clutched my hair, my shoulders as I kneeled before her. I was tempted almost beyond my formidable restraint to take her soft pink pussy into my mouth as I dripped more oil down her thighs to her calves.

  “Oh my God, X!” she wailed when a light puff of my breath coiled against her lusciously gleaming cunt.

  I chuckled, spinning her around to massage all along her back. When I reached her ass, I didn’t hesitate to grab both round cheeks in my slippery fingers, and she squeaked. But her next breath was a hot panting sound that went straight to my gonads because I drew a fingertip right down the tight wet cleft of her ass, swirling lightly around the little rosy star.

  And when I blew across her tiny entrance, she whimpered and pressed back.

  After I finished, Prairie glistened from head to toe, and fiery arousal flinted her pale green eyes to nearly black. She swayed gently on her feet, hips circling as if searching for friction.

  “Now you must do me.”

  I’d like to do you. Her stream of thought d
ragged a deep groan from my tightened lips.

  Instead of using her hands, Prairie poured a shimmering lush stream of oil over her body then stepped up against me. Her breasts slid all over my abs and chest. Her fingers dragged up my forearms to my shoulders.

  “Is this allowed?”

  Prairie the seductress was an entirely new creature. One I approved of wholeheartedly.

  I swallowed a harsh curse. “Yes.”

  She rubbed me all over with her oily tits and her ass and then with my cock angled down and squeezed between her squelching thighs, pushing back and forth along her steamy cunt lips.

  She kept it up until I strained and groaned, my shaft pulsing and dripping with the first clear tears of seed. I pushed her back only to attack her mouth as grunts tore from my chest, sounding more like bloodthirsty growls.

  Prairie nearly climbed up my body, hands gripping my hair, tongue stabbing into my mouth.

  “Clothing,” I uttered, my control severely tested.

  In a matter of moments I summoned specific garb for Prairie. The oil had seeped into our skin, leaving nothing but a lustrous sheen over which I dressed her in silence, my irises flashing more and more, my cock throbbing harder and harder. First, loose nearly sheer pants woven with gold, and a thin jeweled chain dangling around her waist, the tail dipping between the cheeks of her ass.

  “No panties?”

  I brushed my fingers over her sex, the tight nest of red curls creating a smudgy shadow. “There must be as little as possible between our bodies at all times.”

  I rose to my feet, brushing against her all the way.

  The top was also loose, cut in a deep V, consisting entirely of a shimmering fringe of Zenithia’s most precious gems. The jeweled strands draped over the mounds of Prairie’s tits, concealing her luscious charms but leaving her back entirely bare.

  Around her neck, I hung the Queen’s jewel, an amulet made of a large nerezeen stone. Prairie’s eyes grew almost as big as the jewel when she took in her appearance in the reflective surface I conjured.

  “Well hell. I’m not used to looking like this.”

  “You are stunning, meehri.” I drew my fingertip around the sensuous curve of her belly and the sinuous swell of her hips.