Page 18 of You're Not My King!

Ugh. I was touch starved as fuck, alright? It had been so long since I’d had any attention, and it was nice to have someone make an effort with me. I mean, it was no secret that I had pitifully low standards, but honestly, if the worst happened and I couldn’t escape, if my dead-last choice was to live here, married to a totally fuckable alien, would it really be that much of a chore to make the most of it?

Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but tonight, at least, I could let myself have what I needed. I was all about the easy route. Plus, knowing he wasn’t a total dickwad practically made him a green flag by my standards, so…

Who’s left to convince?

I sucked in a deep breath and stood, squaring my shoulders. “Okay.”

Okay, what? Okay, I was ready for ravishing? Okay, I’d play the role of this dude’s wife without fuss? Fucked if I knew all the small print, but Voh-ack seemed to catch my drift as he shifted closer, steps tentative, making no sudden movements, and taking nothing he wasn’t freely given. He bent forward to sniff me, nose hovering above my pulse point, inhaling as if my scent was all he needed to breathe. It was hot as fuck, and I couldn’t stop myself reacting, tipping my head to give him better access.

The approving sound he made shot straight to my cock.

He rested a hand on my hip, drawing me just that little bit closer as he grazed my arm with the other—soft and gentle, as he’d promised. His breathing was heavy against my skin, his dick a steel bar against my leg. Fuck, it felt huge. I was kind of intimidated, and I couldn’t imagine how it was gonna fit, but instead of working myself up, I decided I’d do as Fiona suggested, and take control—at least until I got my bearings. It was one thing to say I was fine with being sexed up by an alien king, but another to take that leap.

Rushing in and putting myself off sex for life would not be fun for anyone involved.

“Deep breaths, Roo,” I muttered before meeting his eye. “I want to see you.”

Voh-ack’s brow furrowed. “I do not know.”

Christ, his voice would be the death of me. I licked my lips and tried again. “Bare?”

A brief flicker of enthusiasm crossed his face before he quashed it. He understood, but not completely; I hadn’t been clear, so naturally, he reached out as if to undo my toga, but I shook my head, laying my hands on his to stop him.

“You,” I said, pointing at his chest, and without letting the word sink in, I tentatively grasped the lapels of his cape, gazing up in search of his approval.

He nodded once, so with a little effort, I pushed the heavy pelt off his broad shoulders, letting it cascade to the floor and land in a heap.I unbuckled his chest harness next, placing it, along with his sword, carefully on top of the furry pile. Voh-ack barely moved a muscle, watching intently, his eyes never leaving my face as I removed each article of clothing. There wasn’t much, just the dagger sheath strapped to his thigh and his furry underwear, which I peeled off and set down with the rest.

I had to take a step back just to absorb the entire picture.

Voh-ack stood there patiently, naked and without a hint of shyness, allowing me to look my fill. It was no wonder he had zero reservations about his nudity; he was magnificent, and judging by the swell of his chest, he wasn’t unaware. I couldn’t blame him. I’d be the exact same if I had a body even half as impressive, and if this was to be the only opportunity I allowed myself, I sure as hell would be taking the chance to explore every inch.

It would have been rude not to.

I touched his chest and arms, trailing light fingers over every muscle, feeling each ridge and barb under my fingertips. He let me do as I wished, eyes following my hands curiously as I traced his scars, feeling a glimmer of pity at the sheer thickness of a few. This close, the compulsion to study the marks across his neck and eye was too strong to ignore, so I glanced up, gauging his reaction while tentatively reaching out.

Only once he tipped his head back ever so slightly, did I graze my fingers over the raised skin, making a questioning noise in my throat. “How did this happen?” I asked, probably being way too intrusive for our first date, but hey, he expected me to put out, so fair was fair. He could either answer me or tell me to mind my business, but with the way he flexed like a peacock ready to ruffle its feathers, I guessed he was going with the option of impressing me.

“Huu-nids. Fearsome beasts,” he emphasized with an amused huff. “Pack surround me as youngling. Fought bravely, was victor, but”—he gestured to his eye and throat—“hurt first.”

“A whole pack?” I feigned a gasp, and he nodded, chest inflating as if his ego had just enlarged to three times the size. From the way he spoke, I imagined him being cornered by six or seven big, scary bears with deadly claws and sharp, drooling fangs, but he could very well have been exaggerating for brownie points. There was every chance that the actual event had consisted of one animal, and it was a duck or something. But he seemed proud of himself, so, like a supportive husband, I let him have his moment. “Wow, that is admirable.”

Voh-ack raised his chin, beaming smugly like a pompous asshole, and I swore, if he preened anymore, his muscles were gonna pop.

I snorted a faint laugh, moving on to mapping out his tattoos. They were bright and brilliant, the luminescent white patterns a beautiful contrast to his burgundy skin. I circled around his back, feeling my way across his shoulder blades and down over the curve of his ass. It was a nice ass, firm and grabbable, and jutting out from the apex of the creasewas his tail, long and spiked, flicking as if impatient. It was thick where it attached to the end of his spine, tapering to a pointed, triangular tip—somewhere between the tail of a bearded dragon and the devil. I gave the base a casual pet as I moved around to his front again, and Voh-ack flinched, letting out a deep, pleased hum.

I filed that reaction away for later.

Face to face again, he nodded at my clothes, as if asking whether it was his turn to explore me naked, but I shook my head lightly. I wanted to inspect everything first, and that meant I could no longer distract myself from the twitching elephant in the room.

His cock was… actually fucking ridiculous. I couldn’t ignore it anymore, the tip was practically eye height. Okay, slight exaggeration, but it was still huge. And barbed—little V-shapes protruding from the underside of the shaft between the two glowing tattoos running along the length of it. They didn’t look sharp at first glance, more rubbery and pliable, but holyfuckingshit, he had barbs on his cock. How crazy was that? A thought about what they would feel like massaging my insides, the extra friction kneading all the good spots, flashed through my mind, but it was fleeting.

There was just too much else to digest.

It was vaguely similar in shape to a human’s, but darker, with no foreskin or balls that I could see. The root was much thicker than the rest, which was concerning for my butthole, and it was hairless like his body. Adding more lizard-alien flair were what looked like gills on either side of the base, fanning out as if breathing. They leaked a thick, luminescent slick, different from the thin pre-cum oozing from the star-shaped hole at his tip, and there was just so much of both that I had no room to doubt he was ready to have me.

I gulped.

I had no idea how I was expected to take that monster inside me, but at least lube wouldn’t be a problem.

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