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"I want to be your queen, Lofy. And I want you to be my king."

His eyes go even brighter if that's possible and his tail wraps around my back and slams me into him, onto his lips as the crowd around us, and I imagine all through Leviathar, cheer.

I put my hands around his waist and breathe into him. He's mine. All mine. And there's no way back now. We're mated for life.

We sure are, my vyperix, he says in my head.

Vyperix?

It means mate for all of eternity.

Hmm, eternity with you sounds good. I close my eyes and deepen our kiss.

My first kiss with my devilishly handsome, alien husband.

I have got to be dreaming!

CHAPTER 10

LOFY

She said yes. I can't believe she said yes.

I was convinced she wouldn't. That she would turn me down and return to Earth and leave me to live and die alone, not because she's cruel, but because that was the life she was used to. The one on Earth.

Even her emotions had been so conflicted that I couldn't translate them, I couldn't decipher them. But she took me. She accepted me as hers forever after.

The float returns in front of our feet and we mount it so we can do the rounds and greet my people. Her people too. They are hers now as well. But all I can do is hold on to her, grab on to her, smell her, kiss her. I know I have a job to do as king but I can’t do it because I simply want to ravish my dream woman. My wife.

She feels so good next to me, glued to the side of my body, acknowledging our fellow Vyperians in her full glory, her floral scent so opulent and sweet that it makes me salivate, her veil blowing in the wind behind us like a trail of stars she leaves on her path.

My whole body lights up. My heart pounds faster. My throat tightens.

She's my wife. Mine. Forever mine. I never thought the day would come and now, she's my queen. My mate.

"Oh my God, Lofy. Did you just get a boner?" She glances down at my fully erect cock and back to the people we zoom past.

"Indeed."

Her cheeks turn red.

"Well, put it away. Aren't you mortified?"

I look at her with confusion.

"Mortified? Why would I be mortified that my wife turns me on?"

She shrugs.

"Because, there are people around?"

I look at my people, waving at them proudly and squeeze her closer to me.

"Is there anything more honorable than publicly showing your desire for your partner?"

She stares at me for a moment before she takes a deep, almost determined breath.

"Of course a naked people would also be exhibitionist," she mutters to herself. "I hope we won't be performing our marital duties in front of them too."

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