Page 67 of The Alien Noble's Little Human

Music starts to play throughout the hall. The same song we first danced to all that time ago. I almost forgot all about it.

The huge double doors on the far end of the hall slowly swing open. My heart almost stops as Zaya steps in, escorted by Hanai holding her hand. She looks beautiful in a white dress, a human tradition, sewn by the finest designer the Kingdom has to offer.

She wouldn’t let me see it until this moment. Now I get it. She strides down the aisle like an angel coming to bless me and my future with her presence. And, she looks fucking hot.

Zaya reaches for me, and I can’t take my eyes off her. We take each other’s hands, as a human officiant and Kiphian priestess take their spots in front of us.

The Kiphian priestess wraps strands of silk and metal threads around our hands, and we daub dusted clay from the mountains onto each other's eyes as a sign of our shared vision in life.

The officiants both say their traditional prayers but I hear none of it. All my focus is on Zaya, the beautiful woman I’m about to spend my life with.

“I do,” Zaya says. I snap out of it and figure that’s my cue.

“I do.” I don’t wait a second longer and pull Zaya in for a deep kiss as everyone cheers for us.

I sweep Zaya up off her feet and into my arms. The guests clap and cheer for us as I carry her away. Zaya laughs and buries her face in my neck. I can’t help but smile too. We have the customary reception with all of our revelers. I dance with Hanai, and Zaya dances with the Thane, then with Wesqanti.

We duck out when Hanai goes to sleep before the party’s official end. She’s my wife now, and I don’t want to wait a moment longer to indulge ourselves in each other. Forever starts with tonight.

When her feet touch the floor after carrying her inside, her hands instantly grab my clothes. She starts removing them slowly. I move to start taking off her dress to reveal an incredible negligee underneath, violet, lacy, and hot as hell.

I touch her body and lower my head between her legs, and she pushes me gently away.

“No, no,” she says. “Let me take care of you first, My Prince.” I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

Zaya removes my jacket and shirt first. She leans in and kisses my chest. Her soft lips brush against my skin, each kiss leading my heart to beat faster.

As she kisses her way down my abs, Zaya starts to work on my belt. My pants fall to the floor, and my rock-hard shaft presses against my undergarments. Zaya looks down at it and back up at me with a smirk. She pulls the undergarments down.

Zaya lightly kisses her way down my shaft until she reaches the tip. She then stands up fully and takes my hand. I let her lead me to the bed where she sits me down on the edge.

I moan as Zaya gets on her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. She starts at just the tip, running her wet tongue around it. Meanwhile, her hands slowly stroke the shaft.

Zaya moans as she slowly slides more of me into her mouth. Her warm wet mouth coats my cock in her saliva. A moan escapes my mouth.

She pulls me out of her mouth but keeps stroking. Her mouth then moves south. A jolt runs up my body as her tongue licks my balls.

“Oh, Zaya!” This human will never stop surprising me. Fuck. I love her.

While her hands stroke me harder and faster. Zaya manages to wrap her lips around one of my testicles. She begins sucking and tugging on it. It’s an overwhelming sensation I’ve never felt before. But my body likes it.

Without warning, my body tenses, and pressure begins to build in my cock. I’m about to cum. How did she do that so fast?

“I’m about to cum, Zaya…”

“Good,” she says, pushing my ball from her mouth. “Give it to me.” She runs her tongue from the bottom of my balls, all the way up my shaft, to the tip where she wraps her mouth around it.

I can’t control myself. I grab Zaya by the back of the head. We both moan together as I explode into the back of her throat.

My head goes light, and I fall back onto the bed. As I lay there, Zaya sucks out every drop of my cum, making sure not to leave anything behind. When she finishes, my cock flops out of her mouth, glistening with her spit.

In her blazing hot lingerie, Zaya looks down at me with a proud smirk. I try to catch my breath but between the fastest orgasm I’ve ever had and the beautiful woman in front of me, I can’t.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done here,” she says.

“Never.”

I bring her negligee down and watch with pure desire as her tits bounce free.

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