Page 11 of Princess for the Space Cowboy

“This is Jane,” I say to my mother.

My mother, Alisha, dips her head as she stops in front of Jane.

Jane has already asked if she needs to curtsy, and I explained that she does not. Although our family is royal, we don’t stand on ceremony. Our power is derived from caring for our people and our planet.

My mother holds out her hand as the customary greeting on Earth. After she shakes Jane’s hand, my mother steps back, studying her for a few beats. She looks over at me. “You chose well.”

My father, Ash, confers with Helena, and he steps away, giving me a quick embrace before he turns to Jane. His keen gaze takes her in. I see his glint of acknowledgment and pride when he glances at me.

“Very nice to meet you, Jane,” he says, clasping her hand quickly.

Jane looks nervous. My father holds her hand for another moment, assuring her, “A lot is happening, and we understand it may feel overwhelming. It will all be well. Once the ceremony is over, you and Asher will be able to go to your home and have a week to yourselves.”

Jane nods. There isn’t time for a casual chat. We are swept away, with my mother quickly explaining the process to Jane. My mother had also come here from Earth, but that was some thirty-odd years ago now.

Unlike our situation, she had met my father when he was on Earth for a tour. He had fallen for her instantly.

Like Jane, she was wise and recognized the fate of women on Earth, where they were treated poorly and the environment was terrible for humans. It’s a struggle unless you are wealthy there.

A short while later, we enter the royal emporium. It’s something like a church for our people, but not quite.

My mother takes Jane aside to get her ready for the ceremony. I watch as they disappear, sensing Jane’s anxiety. It seems the only time she is calm is when we’re touching. Fortunately, there will be plenty of that soon.

As soon as Jane dresses in the wedding gown my mother has ready for her, my mother assured me we will have a few minutes alone in the vestibule before the ceremony. My heart is casting out impatient beats.

A short while later, Jane stares at me, her lips kiss swollen and her eyes wide. My fingers are buried inside her, and my cum drips down over her pussy. We’ve done everything except thefinal act. I look down to see my seed dripping down my shaft and over her pink core. I cannot wait to fill her later, to breed her.

She stares at me. She’s still trembling. It takes everything in me to step back from her. I lift her silk panties off the floor. She shimmies her hips off the table. I slide her panties over her hips, satisfied to discover the silk is instantly wet from my seed. She lets out a little whimper when I cup my palm over her mound, and we stand there for a moment. “More later, I promise.”

Chapter Eleven

JANE

I still can’t believe I’m even here. Asher’s eyes hold mine, and it’s the only comfort I can find in the tumult of the last few days of my life.

He is saying his vows. I hear him promise to protect me, to care for me, and pledge his love to me. Moments later, I repeat back everything to him.

The words are a blur, and it’s as if it’s all a dream. At the same time, it feels more real than anything. I’m caught in the beam of Asher’s intent gaze, and I don’t want to look away.

My heart beats strong and true with every word. When the officiant pronounces us bound by our vows and officially married, I feel the hot shock of Asher’s lips on mine. The reality becomes physical.

There’s a little cheer in the room, the sound echoing around us. I almost forget where we are until Asher lifts his head, his eyes instantly holding mine again. “How are you?” he asks, his tone low.

Heat rolls through me in waves, and my pulse races. It feels like hooves pounding through me.

“Good,” I answer. Because it’s true, and I don’t know what other word to use to describe the enormity of what I’m feeling.

I’m literally on another planet, now officially married to the prince of this world.

“Princess Jane,” Asher’s mother says as she approaches.

She’s dressed officially, crown and all. I’m startled to discover she’s setting a tiara on my head. “What?” I sputter.

“You are now the princess of our people,” she says calmly.

Okay, wow. I take a shaky breath, and Asher’s hand slides down my arm, his strong touch easing the emotions storming through me.

He lifts my hand, dropping a kiss in the center of my palm as I take another unsteady breath. His mother had told me just before the ceremony that many events would happen in quick succession after the official marriage.

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