Page 18 of Alien Prince

I don’t want his help, I don’t want anything from him except to expose the truth, to hold the royals accountable for their sins.

But right now, I only wantrelief.Heat and pain overwhelm me, and my desperation wins out. My floodgates crumble, and I slide our hand the rest of the way, between my hot, slick folds. The touch is jarring, my fingertips cool against scorching skin.

“Maybe it's what I used to do, but it's not what I want. Not now…” Ky's voice purrs like a seductive whisper to my ears. Ky’svoice washes over me like a lullaby, and it’s hard to ignore. It’s strange to hear someone else use my voice, but I recognize it as my own. Somehow, it’s deeper, more refined, and evident that it’snotme speaking.

I let out a tortured sob, as my hand dips and stops just short of slipping into my soaked panties. But I’m also more than aware that I’m not truly alone, that I’m locked in some well-used sex den owned by the alien prince possessing me

How many women—or men, as I know from our internal link—has he brought here? How many people has he fucked while pretending to be someone else? How many bodies has he used for his own sexual gratification?

Ky uses my fingers to gently stroke my swollen clit, and the relief is monumental. It’s just a touch, a simple, soft touch, that is similar to my own, but somehow different, and itsoothesme.

It makes the fire feel a little less intense, but it ignites the chase.

The chase towards the stars as I involuntarily rock my hips, grinding against my hand, is a bliss I’ve never known before and I know it is because neither one of us is fighting for control.

We’re both working together to alleviate the fury, trying to resist overheating. I know once I let go, once I stop fighting, the relief will come in more ways than one.

My fingers stroke and massage my swollen bud as Ky presses the edge of my nail against the sensitive bead of nerves, causing a fresh flood of ecstasy to pool in my core. My eyes flutter shut, my body strung like a tight harp.

It’s too hard to fight, and I know at this moment, fighting will only causebothof us harm.

I may want to dismantle the celestial inside of me, but fighting isn’t the mission. I need to let himin.I need him to trust me, so I can annihilate him from the inside out, but there is aspark deep in my belly that beckons to submit not because it is my mission, but because it feelsgood.

It’s not to say I trust him, but for the moment, I know if I am to make it through this, I need to let him guide me, because this…this is something he does with his skins. He knows how to quiet the overheat, and while it sickens me to think of him using some other skin, controlling their fingers and teasing their clit, a pang of guilty pride swells with my desire that they are not here, now, with him at the helm.

They arefreeof his control, of his ministrations, and I am grateful. For them and myself. My breath catches in my throat as Ky abandons my clit, taking my fingers once more and sliding them through my wet folds, stroking the inner walls of my sex like he is merely petting a cat.

The sensation is mind-numbing, and soon our free hand returns to my clit, while the other lazily, slowly, and torturously fingerfucks me.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice in the air like some cosmic spell.

Ky's voice is edged in something primal, something dark, as he speaks.

“You're so fucking hot when you're like this, Gemini. So needy, so desperate for me.” His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting the fire once again. “You need me.”

His words make my spine arch, my muscles tighten, and my brain turn to mush.

Several years of training pound in the back of my cerebellum, wanting to argue. To fight, to resist.

I don’tneedanyone. I am a warrior, I am strong. Stronger than…this.

Aren’t I?

I want to speak, but the sensations of ecstasy and heat are overwhelming me, and I don’t know if I can speak coherently. It’s a fight to breathe, to not give in and become flame itself.Regaining a moment of control, I snap around and collapse against the wall as I arch my back, digging my heels into the foundation to ground myself.

Ky’s energy flutters with excitement, almost as if he is intrigued by my sudden force.

He takes advantage of the situation, the new angle, by driving our fingers in deeper, adding another until I’m fully stretched.

“I feel your desire, your lust, and it's like a beacon calling out to me. Calling me to take you, to make you mine in every way possible.”

The possessiveness in his voice is overwhelming, but I can't deny the way my body responds to it, my pussyclenchingmy own fingers like a vice. It’s not enough, and I know it. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to admit it.

“I could fuck you all night with your own hand, make you come until you can't take it anymore, drenched in your own juices, and you'd still be begging for more.”

The words alone send a rush of heat straight to my core, and I can't help but whimper at the intensity of it all. Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe it’s because of everything else converging on me at once. Maybe it’s because my training instilled in me a resistance that is more than training. It’s who Iam.I never give in, never give up. But the lure of submitting to this demon hijacking my body is so fucking strong.

I quicken my pace, sliding a second finger inside of my own accord mindlessly, feeling the heat of my sex and the slick moisture dripping from the burning need, coating my thighs. My mechanical parts beneath my thigh tense and whir, the only sound in the pod our heavy breath mixed with the unmistakable hum of machinery.

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