Page 4 of Taken By the Zypherian King

My queen!

Just the thought of it made my blood rush faster through my veins.

As much as I had cursed and fought against the priests about their latest demands on me, once I laid eyes on the female, I had been enamored by her.

To distract myself, I ordered an entire wardrobe for her; my queen would be the best dressed, most beautiful female at court, in all of Zypheria.

“Your Royal Highness, your future queen has arrived,” a servant announced, and I stopped dead in my pacing. My heart hammered against my chest faster than during the start of a battle.

“Show her in,” I ordered.

My cock rose the moment she walked in. Such perfection, such beauty! No other measured up to her. She was everything I had ever desired in a female and more. She encompassed things I hadn’t even known I found attractive, like her blonde hair and pale skin.

I had seen blondes before; some of the noble ladies at court liked to dye their black hair into many different colors, but hers was all natural.

Her gaze moved up and met mine. Startled, I took a step back. The holo image hadn’t done her eyes any justice. They were the deepest blue I had ever seen, surrounding black, glassy pupils. So glassy I could see myself reflected in them.

Her face seemed a bit slack and emotionless, and I narrowed my eyes as a dark suspicion rose, but then my gaze moved down her body, and all thought left me. By the gods, they had done me right. Her barely contained tits were full and subtle, making my fingers itch to touch them, knead them.

Her waist was tiny, but flaring hips would make for perfect handholds, and her ass would be just as pliable as her breasts.

Long legs, shapely and well formed, stuck out through the slits of the barely there skirt—that reminded me more of a long loincloth. The rounded shape of her well-formed ass peeked out now and then when she took another hesitant step forward.

“I hope the object finds your pleasure,” the trader, whose name I hadn’t bothered to learn, remarked.

I didn’t like that he referred to her as an object, but I let it slide, having no intentions of doing further business with him or others of his species. They might obtain the rarest, most sought-after objects anybody in the universe craved, but I didn’t need anything other than what Zypheria offered. If it hadn’t been for the priests, I would have never dealt with them in the first place.

“She is very pleasing to me,” I dismissed him haughtily. “My servants will see to your compensation.”

The trader let go of her and bowed on the way out, walking backwards.

I waited until the door closed, and my future queen and I were alone.

“You are a sight to behold, female. What are you called?” I asked, lifting her chin to stare more deeply into her astonishing eyes.

She blinked a few times, as if trying to chase off some haze. Her lips moved in an effort to form words before they spread into the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Slowly, as if in a trance, her hand rose, and her palm cupped my face, “You’re… so hand… some.”

Her gesture and words moved straight into my loins. My cock enlarged and twitched as if trying to get to her.

ALICE

I was still walking on clouds when I was taken into a smaller space with my captors. They buckled me into a comfortable seat, and I dozed for a few moments. My memory was still fuzzy about this, but I remembered looking out a window now and then and seeing the stars. So beautiful.

A planet, the likes I had never seen before, came into view next. It looked humongous, bigger than Earth—which I later learned it was. The planet shimmered violet like a marble, but before we entered the atmosphere, I blacked out again. Only coming back to when my captors unbuckled and hoisted me unceremoniously to my feet.

I tried to keep pace with them, but more often than not, it was their hands under my arms that dragged me along, then my feet moving. It was hard now to describe my impressions from back then because they came so out of focus and infrequently and now intermingled with the images of what had become my home.

Blue aliens stared at us as we moved by. I did remember that, because, blue aliens? Weren’t they supposed to be green? I must have giggled, thinking about the green men from Mars.

Only when we came upon two large doors that seemed to have been forged from gold and were surrounded by ten stern-faced guards did I start to fight to regain my wits. This wasn’t a dream; this wasn’t some kind of trip, and I wasn’t walking on clouds. I was being taken to some alien as a sex slave or something equally horrible. Wake up, wake up, wake up, I shouted at myself.

The doors opened as if by magic, and the aliens pulled me inside. My gaze immediately homed in on him. No matter how large the room we had entered was, he was such a powerful presence. He dominated it.

He, too, was blue. Tall and muscular in a way that seemed impossible. Nobody could be that ripped. Not even the muscle men on weight lifter magazines my brother used to have lying around before… before… no matter how hard I tried, my mind wouldn’t focus. A feeling of not wanting to think of my brother overpowered me and I scrutinized the stranger, alien, again.

His face appeared almost harsh. There was a withdrawn hint to it, that I even caught in my muddled mind. Withdrawn as if he had made choices he’d rather not remember but would make again if he was forced to. Withdrawn as in not letting anybody in.

My eyes fell on his fangs, and I realized I really, really needed to get a hold of myself. Was he a vampire? Was he going to suck me dry and discard my body with the many others he surely must have killed? A shudder of fear rolled through me, and I let go of what reality I was trying to cling to in my drugged mind, because walking on clouds seemed much more appealing than facing what would happen next.

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