Page 14 of Taken By the Devilish King

She glowers and eats the popcorn in her hand.

"Abduction is neither of those things. It's a crime."

"In your home world, indeed. I won't apologize for the ways of my people, but I will apologize for not explaining better, for not taking it slower with you."

Ayla stares at me, and I feel the heat of her stare and her mind infiltrate every inch of my body. It's the effect she's always had on me, only it is much much stronger now that she is here, in reality, so close to me, within reach.

"The ways of your people are brutal and misogynistic. I can only imagine how unhappy your women are."

"I do not have other women although some of my people choose to take multiple. But the women in our country are happy, I can guarantee."

"How can you say that? Have you asked them? Have you asked them if they like being stolen from their families, forced into marriage with someone they don't love, having no choice?—"

"Oh but the choice is the woman's only, my Ayla. We take the first step. We proclaim our intentions by abducting you and prove we are worthy mates during your captivity. The decision rests with the woman on her wedding day."

She crosses her arms and readjusts herself, looking so much more comfortable dressed in a silk robe that covers her body. It's a crime against nature if you ask me, but that is the Earthen way. If I want her to accept Vyperian customs, I have to respect hers too.

"How so?" she asks.

The sparkle of intrigue in her floods my mind and tickles the back of my neck. The sensation sends shivers all the way to my dick and I feel it harden slightly against my thighs.

"On the day of our wedding, our priestesses will ask you if your suitor offered you a satisfactory captivity and if you believe him a worthy mate. If you accept we are forever each other's. If you refuse, you're free to go."

Her eyes turn to slits, crow's feet appearing at the edges.

"Just like that?"

I nod.

She taps her chin with a finger, watching me, inspecting me with her silver gaze and I feel the attention throb through me that I inevitably grow bigger before her very eyes. The ridges on my cock swell and her throat tightens at the sight.

Slivers of desire emanate through her head and as if I need any more excuses to awaken, they spread so much warmth to all the corners of my body that I leak.

"I see," she says and straightens up. She turns her back to me but I don't miss the quick glance at my cock. "I guess I better make the best of this captivity, then. What else have you got planned for me?"

It's so hard to focus on her words when her robe embraces her butt and hips so perfectly, but somehow, I manage to.

"I have abducted a ballet ensemble for you and they can put on a show for you at a moment's notice. My chefs are also preparing you a true Vyperian feast if you decide you'd like to taste our local cuisine."

"Okay. I'll park that abducted ensemble for now because you don't get it. But no. Please. No more food. I can't even eat a quarter of all this. You keep feeding me." She shakes her head as if clearing a frustrated thought and stares at me.

"Food is part of our love language," I tell her.

"That's great. But I can only eat so much, you know. This is excessive."

"This is a royal banquet. If you're to be my queen, you will get used to it."

She shakes her head and for a moment a darkness of my own clouds my mind but it soon dissipates when she vocalizes her actual objection.

"That's a lot of food to waste. I thought you were at war. Don't you need to protect your provisions."

"We're always at war, my Ayla."

She sighs.

"Ok. Let's park that too. Oh and please return the ballet people home. I do not need anyone else abducted for my entertainment."

"But you enjoy ballet."

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