Page 6 of Taken By the Devilish King

"Ar-are you quoting Battle of the Galaxies? What the actual?—"

"We have no concept of evil in Vyperion. But you often refer to the Shadow Ruler in the movies as evil, and he eradicates entire planets and kills Admiral Calliope's family. I assume that's what evil means."

She shakes her head with wide unfocused eyes.

"No, you idiot! That's not all it means. Evil is...evil is...I don't care to explain it to you. Get a dictionary. Or look in the mirror. You. You are what evil is!"

"I can sense your frustration. I don't wish to make you more anxious so I'll let you rest before our arrival to Vyperion. I will send for your maiden. She will provide you with anything you need. Some sustenance and hydration would perhaps be of need?"

Ayla shakes her head.

"No, I don't want sustenance and hydration. I want my life back. I want my planet back."

"Ayla, I assure you, your planet is safe and sound in your solar system. Please rest. We have a long month ahead of us before our wedding. I wouldn't want you overexerting yourself"

"A month? A month?"

She's back to emitting confusion so I ignore my bursting desire and satiate her need for knowledge. For now.

"Yes. The wedding ritual lasts an entire Vyperian month. I believe that's fifteen of your Earth days. We are to prepare for the nuptials and I'm to earn your affections before the big day."

She doesn't respond. Instead she keeps staring at me, the disbelief clear in her mind.

"I will leave you to rest. But if you need anything, I'm a thought away."

She has another question, I can sense it on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't vocalize it which leaves me with no other option than to leave her alone as much as it pains me.

It's for the best, anyway. I was so aroused in her presence it wouldn't have done me any good and it's clear she needs a lot more acts of devotion before she's ready for me.

So instead, I return to my quarters and collapse into my bed.

I close my eyes and sigh in relief. She's finally mine. I've been dreaming of this day for the past decade when I stumbled onto one of her first movies and her beautiful smile won me over.

In fact, it's the very movie I'd been re-watching before we found her on Earth.

I glance at the ceiling where the movie is paused in the final scene, where she proclaims her love for the male lead, a man who's only half as good or as talented as she is. The tears in her eyes look so real, so genuine. I brush my hand in front of me and the movie plays on.

"Jack, I never...ever knew love could feel like this. Not until you. You're the light in my darkness, guiding me safely back home. I used to believe love was a fairytale. A fiction. Out of reach for someone like me. But you...you proved to me it can be real and it can be beautiful."

My lips move along with hers, a little out of sync naturally, since her real words and the ones I hear are different, courtesy of our neural translators, but they're still words I know by heart. Words I've memorized, thought of for days and nights dreaming of her saying those words to me on our wedding day or in bed in my arms.

And now, after all this time, after all these years, this dream is closer than ever. I will just need to step up my game because apparently things in real life don't work like in the movies. Women don't look at you and know you're the one from the first moment you meet. They need to be courted and that's what I plan on doing.

But first, I need to take care of this ache I seem unable to get rid of.

I flip through the windows of my ceiling monitor until it lands on the cameras in her room. As I'd ordered, her maiden has already provided her with food and drink and despite her frustration she partook in it.

She’s so beautiful. So different. Which I knew before I abducted her, but if anything they are even truer now that I've seen her in the flesh.

I slide my hand down to my hard cock and its heat almost burns me.

My slit flexes and I spread the natural lubricant all over my length. Even that mere move makes me catch my breath. It's so hard to stay in control. I'm so close to coming undone, it's unreal.

Each stroke builds up in the back of my throat until I can't control it anymore and I let out a loud moan. I keep my gaze on her, on her image on my walls. Her curvy body, her gorgeous eyes, the way she runs a strand of hair behind her ear or how she hugs herself only brings me closer to the edge.

I swivel my tail to the front and wrap it around the base of my cock and around my balls. The color of my length turns a darker cerulean blue, my ridges swell up making me almost twice as girthy. My brush my thumb along the slit, teasing more precum out of me and making my crown all dark and sensitive.

Ayla sits up and walks away from the table toward the bed. The way her tits move makes me all throaty and itchy for release. What I wouldn't give for her to be here now, to be touching her, running my hands all over her body, suckling on her hard nipples and tasting her supple juices like they're the only sustenance I require.

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