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What I wouldn't give to have her in my bed, her legs spread apart and me feasting on her sweet little pussy.

I use my hands to massage my body, flick my nipples, do the things I want her to be doing and put my tail to work stroking my cock.

Of course, I can do nothing else but watch my beautiful Ayla, my beautiful future queen, explore her room and imagine me there with her or her here with me working together toward release, both hers and mine. Working in unison, our breaths catching, inhaling each other until we're torn apart by our desire.

My taint pulses, my balls throb and I pry my eyes off her just so I can see my wrapped tail work itself up and down until the claws of my orgasm burst through me and I paint my abdomen in white silky stripes.

I unfurl my tail as I slowly come back to my senses. I look up at her and wish she could see me. Wish she could see what she does to me. How hot and hard I get for her. And how much I want her.

I want her more than anything. More than my throne, more than my planet, more than life itself.

Soon, I'll show her. I'll show her what it means to be King Lofynyx's queen.

CHAPTER 3

AYLA

This has got to be a dream.

It's got to be, right?

I open my eyes and find the same circular room, the remnants of the peculiar looking food.

"Oh for fuck sake!"

I rub my eyes just in case, but no, my nap didn't wake me from the nightmare. I'm still a prisoner. Of an alien king no less.

The way he talked to me, the way he spoke about rituals and nuptials, you'd think he was a secondary character in the Battle of the Galaxies. I'd filmed many scenes with aliens who didn't understand human concepts, who were open with their feelings and thoughts, who didn't understand how wrong certain things were.

But then again I'd never filmed with anyone who was actually naked—and hard. That was definitely a first.

It was so hard to focus on his words, on the story he was trying to sell me, when his cock was so large and erect in front of me, as if it was nothing. As if...as if I was on the set of a porn parody instead of real life.

How the hell is this real life?

Granted, I never gave much thought to the "life out there" type of existential questions. I was simply on the "it's a vast place. Surely there are living organisms somewhere."

I never expected there to be a whole-ass civilization. That would want me as their queen, no less.

"This has got to be the most absurd experience of my life," I say to no one in particular.

It's not like there's anyone around.

I sit up in bed and look around. I hate it here. There's got to be a way to get back. A way to escape.

Then again, I've never been abducted before so what the hell do I know about escaping from captors.

On a spaceship. I forgot about that part.

I ball my hands into fists and go in search of the bathroom. I'd found it before passing out in the bed, not sure why since I hadn't done anything, but maybe being kidnapped was exhausting.

As I come back out, I jump.

There's a blue bald woman in front of me, her tail wrapped around her hips and thighs, holding a tray out for me.

"I'm sorry to scare you, Your Highness. His Majesty requested we bring you a home comfort."

I look at the contents of the tray. There's a bottle of Malbec and a glass on it along with a selection of cheeses on a plate.

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