Page 89 of Alien Prince's Claim

If I saw her while I was driving home one night, I would do her a favor and swerve to hit her, putting her out of her ugly misery.

No one should have to live being so hideous as this.

“Perhaps Your Majesty would care to test her?” the scientist Goblar said. “Shall I let in the King? It’s an easy way to be sure.”

The female thought about it for a moment before giving her a nod.

The scientist approached a door, opened it, and let a male Goblar enter.

I immediately struggled at the restraints on my arms and legs, attempting to tear my limbs free, but it was no use.

I immediately noticed this male too was different from all the others I had seen.

Whereas the others were naked save for tattered loincloths, this male was equally made-up as the female.

They were clearly a pair.

On his shoulders hung a long cloak that dragged along the ground.

It was red and with white fur around the edges.

He entered with his nose high in the air, ears pointing back. “You wished to see me, my love?”

The female didn’t say a word and only waited.

The male drew closer and, when he reached half a dozen yards from me, immediately came to a stop as if slamming into an invisible wall.

His expression morphed into one of total curiosity — maybe even obsession.

He stared directly at me, eyes growing so wide I could make out the entirety of its cat-like pupils which were usually half-hidden by the Goblar creatures’ drooping eyelids.

His mouth fell open and drool — actual drool — spilled from the corner of his mouth and splattered across the floor.

His cock — impossibly large like his lower-class brothers — leapt into action.

He raced, arms outstretched, claws grasping toward me.

I struggled harder but the restraints pressed hard into my skin painfully.

I wailed as the creature threw himself toward me.

I flinched as—

Smack!

The male creature in the flowing cloak collapsed to one side.

The female stood over him, hand still outstretched from where she had slapped him hard.

She glared at him as he placed a hand to his cheek, checking for injury or blood, but found none.

The scientist looked on, unimpressed, as if she had seen this scene many times before.

The male peered between me and the female before slowly getting to his feet and dusting off his skinny knees.

“Forgive me, my Queen. I did not mean to—”

“Enough!” the Goblar Queen snapped. “You have served your purpose. Now, control yourself.”

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