Page 113 of Alien Prince

He chuckles softly, the sound weak but genuine. “No. Kael is king. I am king no more. Please, call me Father.”

“Thank you, Father,” she murmurs.

The room falls silent for a moment.

“Rest now,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes close slowly, his breathing evening out as he drifts to sleep.

Emily and I remain there for a moment longer, the quiet between us filled with unspoken fears and hopes. He will die soon, and I already mourn the loss.

When we finally rise, I feel the weight of the moment press down on me again, but Emily’s hand in mine steadies me.

As we step back into the hallway, I glance at her, my heart swelling with both love and gratitude.

“We’ll make him proud,” I say, my voice firm.

She nods, her eyes shining with determination. “We will. Together.”

From here, the sounds of the celebration reach us, but we do not return to the party in favor of the privacy of our chamber.

The moment the door closes behind us, the tension of the day gives way to something far more intimate.

Emily turns to me, her crown already removed, her hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. “That was… overwhelming,” she says, a small laugh escaping her lips.

I step closer, my hands finding her waist as I pull her against me. “You were incredible,” I murmur, my voice low. “Every eye in that hall was on you and not because of the crown.”

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. “And you,” she counters, her fingers brushing against the collar of my ceremonial robes. “You were everything a king should be.”

The air between us shifts, the weight of the moment giving way to the simmering passion that has always been there, just beneath the surface.

I lower my head, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s slow but deep, savoring the way she melts against me. Her hands slide up my chest, pushing the heavy fabric of my robes aside, and I shrug them off, the layers falling to the floor in a heap.

Her own gown follows, the shimmering fabric pooling at her feet. I step back for a moment, my breath catching as I take her in.

“You’re stunning,” I say, the words slipping out unbidden.

She smiles, a softness in her expression that makes my chest tighten. “And you’re mine, my alien prince,” she whispers, her voice a mix of teasing and sincerity. “Excuse me. My alienking.”

“My queen.” I close the distance between us, my hands skimming over her bare skin, tracing every curve and hollow as if committing her to memory.

The rest of the world fades away as we sink onto the bed.

Our bodies entwine as if they were made for each other, fitting together in a seamless dance of desire and longing. The silken sheets beneath us cradle our movements, whispering promises of forever in the soft rustle of fabric. Emily's skin is a canvas waiting to be painted with my touch, every stroke igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.

I explore every inch of her with reverence, trailing kisses along the curve of her neck, her collarbones, her breasts that rise and fall with each ragged breath. Her hands roam up and down my back with a delicate curiosity that sends shivers down my spine.

I trail kisses along her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, reveling in the way she arches into me with a soft moan.

Her hand reaches for my already hard cock, and I don’t hold back this time. Every time previously when we made love, I kept my cock similar to that of an Earthlings, but this time, I allow hard ridges to form along it, wishing to impress my bride.

She gasps and slowly, curiously, touches the ridges, her fingers exploring my cock.

“Do you like?” I whisper in her ear.

She nods, her eyes wide with wonder and arousal, the look of pure delight on her face as she explores me. “I've never seen anything like it before,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with excitement.

The softly glowing luminescence from the ridges on my cock dances across her skin, casting an ethereal light that makes her appear more radiant than ever.

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