Page 5 of Taken By the Devilish King

Her scent is intoxicating. She smells of earthen flowers that remind me of the seabeds of Vyperion's ocean and her skin glistens like the moons at nightfall. But there's something else there, a different kind of scent that infiltrates my olfactory senses and makes me ache with more desire than ever before.

It smells sweet and sumptuous and causes the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.

"What?" she snaps as I lean closer and inhale her scent but it doesn't take me long to locate it. It's coming right down from her core and the realization sends me into a spiral of need for her, need for release and need for self-control.

"You're hot for me," I whisper, barely able to hold back my tongue.

It darts over her collarbone and I hiss with the taste of her against it, lingering in my mouth.

She, on the other hand, jumps back with a screech.

"I-is that a forked tongue?"

I smile and close the distance she created.

I've barely tasted her, I've barely touched her and I'm already desperate for more. I knew my obsession with her was senseless, but I never anticipated I'd be so helpless in her presence.

"Our people make good use of them, I guarantee," I tell her and raise my hand to touch her sweet, decadent pussy, but before I can, she slaps my hand away.

I feel it reverberate through my body, the emotion behind the action making my head throb with pain.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she shouts.

"I apologize. I thought you wanted me to touch you."

She grimaces but some of the fear shifts into heat, which lashes at my empathic brain, making me hiss.

"Why the hell would you get that idea?"

I look down at her. I take my time to admire her body. The delicate skin around her neck, the ample tits with the dark, flushed buds, the supple love handles, the curvy hips, until I settle on her drenched, succulent folds.

"You are wet for me," I tell her without taking my eyes from her core.

She gasps and pushes me back.

"Excuse me? What the fuck?" She fumbles with the ends of the robe and folds one over the other, resting her hands in front of her pussy, and I'm forced to look back up. "Which reminds me, what did you do with my clothes? What the hell is this?"

She raises one arm and waves the sleeve of the robe at me, her frustration amplifying within her and within me.

"I wanted to make you comfortable for the trip home."

She smacks my chest and even though it doesn't hurt, I feel that is the intent behind it. All it achieves is to make me pulse harder for her.

"I don't want to go to your home. Take me back. Now. I want to go to my home. I don't want to be your queen."

I look into her eyes, those big wonderful gray eyes I've only ever gotten lost in through a screen and purse my lips.

"I'm afraid it is not possible. The ritual of your abduction has begun. You are mine and only mine for the foreseeable future."

Her face contorts and she blinks several times before she responds.

"You...you...you're an evil alien!"

I reach for her hand but she steps back to avoid me.

"I assure you my intentions are not to invade your planet, or to kill your family," I tell her.

She pauses for a moment and I'm trying to make sense of the emotions she's emitting, but I can't. I think she's too overwhelmed to even make sense of them herself.

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