Page 16 of Taken By the Devilish King

So that's what I'll do.

I'll pretend until the day of the wedding and hope for the best.

"We're here for your royal effleurage, Your Highness," says a new woman I've never seen before, followed by two more.

They're all bald which I'm starting to think is the Vyperian way but each of them is distinctive in their own right, whether that's due to the shade of their skin, their height, weight, eye color or even the length of their tail.

Although one of them is more distinct than the rest as she brandishes an almost floral fluorescent tattoo on the left side of her chest that I haven't seen on anyone else and is absolutely mesmerizing to look at.

The woman notices me staring and smiles so naturally, I apologize.

"That's all right, Your Highness. Everything must be so new to you."

"Indeed," I tell her as her colleagues set up for my massage. "I like your tattoo."

She puts her hand over it and her face softens.

"It's more than a tattoo, Your Highness." I narrow my eyes and step closer to her.

"Please, call me Ayla. And, what is it, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Not at all...Ayla. I'm Zotrus. And this? This is a branding."

I flinch.

"A branding? I hope that means something else here than in my language."

She looks at the ceiling and bats her lashes.

"Mmm, if I remember correctly, no. It's not burned into our skin. It's a symbol of our mating. Traditionally only seen in male Vyperians, but my partner is another woman so we're both branded."

"That's interesting. Why is it traditionally seen on men?"

Zotrus's smile widens and she looks at me.

"There is a reason, but I think I'll leave His Majesty to explain or show you. Shall we proceed with your relaxation?"

I nod unable to think what would make a branding tattoo such a masculine thing, but then Zotrus guides me to the massage table where her and her colleagues get to work on my body and those types of questions leave my mind.

Admittedly, I've never had a massage where both me and my masseuse were naked, but the way they knead me, getting every ache on my body as if they're inside it puts me at ease.

Then of course I remember that they can read my mind which explains their mastery over my body.

"And if you'd like to turn over, Ayla," Zotrus says and I have no clue how long I've been under their hands, but everything is blurry and I can barely string two sentences together I'm so relaxed.

But I do as told and lie on my back where they continue their work. I catch a glimpse of the branding again before I close my eyes and my mind drifts back to its nature.

Branding a mate.

Is that what Lofy wants to do for me? Brand himself? Will he also carry a mark of his devotion to me if I agree to marry him?

I imagine it on him, the same flourishes, the same curly glows stretching over his left pec.

Gosh, he would look so sexy in it. Not that he doesn't already. Even when I don't want to notice his attractiveness, my pussy does and it reacts accordingly, which is something that's never happened before. Especially by someone I'm supposed to hate.

I've had my fair share of boyfriends and flings, but this level of horniness is something new entirely.

It's like he's a walking aphrodisiac. I don't know how else I can describe him that would do him justice. He’s gorgeous and handsome and so fucking hot. I never thought I'd say any of those things about an alien but then again I never knew aliens could be so irresistible. At least real aliens, not Battle of the Galaxies aliens.

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