I hope that in time those opinions will change. As king, I know that tough choices have to be made. Not everyone can always be happy about them at the same time.
These thoughts run through my mind on the short elevator ride up to the second floor where my match’s wing is located.
I step out of the elevator to an empty hallway, glad I don't have to meet any of the Earth females’ eyes.
I am used to the absolute deference and respect of Martians. They all understand how important it is to have a strong, sovereign leader.
I am rarely questioned, but I always take counsel from my men. Being king comes with as many responsibilities and as much humility as it does respect and decisiveness.
I would never be able to perform this job without both. But because of my extensive training from the moment of my birth until my coronation, Martians respect my decision making. They rarely question my authority. Until now, I have never been shaken. I have never been controlled by my emotions. But now I feel far too many to name. And my rational mind cannot keep up.
I step into the open door of my match’s wing. There are several girls sitting around in the common room. They look up at me, their eyes wide with questions.
“I am here for Madeline Weber,” I announce. “I am King Damious. She is my match.”
One of the girls stands up and drops a tablet on the floor. She's curvaceous and pretty, with full lips and light blonde hair. Another girl who is tall and slim with short hair scowls at me.
“Maddie, your new master is here. Time to get into your slave Leia costume,” the short-haired girl says.
I am taken aback by the girl’s comment. What does she mean by these words? I grit my teeth, knowing that I am being confronted by the very objections I was just contemplating in the elevator.
I cannot help that. All I want is my match. I have waited all of my life for this. I have worked for decades to make it possible to bring the Earth females forward in time to our world.
We specifically chose people who would have died without our intervention in the most horrible and inhuman way. But I don't bother explaining that to this girl. Because my match walks out of a door and stands before me.
She is flushed and sweaty and still wearing the athletic clothes that hug her strong, curvaceous form. Her mouth drops and her eyes widen.
“I am King Damious, Madeline Weber. You are my match. I request you return to my palace with me at once. Go pack your bags. It is time to go.”
The words of command slip from my lips and I remind myself of my courtship training. Perhaps I should have been more deferential to the Earth female. But old habits are hard to break. I'm used to giving commands. I curse myself and my growing impatience. I could potentially have already ruined my chances.
“King Damious,” she says. A smile breaks out on her face and she looks at one of the other girls. The one she was doing the yoga with. They share a private giggle.
“Perfect!” she says. “I'll go pack.”
She slips out of the room and closes the door behind her. The other girls all stand, staring at me as if I am an exotic creature in a zoo.
I try to maintain my poise under their gaze. I have known few women in my life. My mother was one of them. But she died when I was a boy. I have certainly never been in a room with half a dozen beautiful young females all staring at me, snickering or scowling.
The smell of estrogen and perfume fills the air. I'm sweating again. But I resist the urge to wipe my brow. I'm not going to let these girls intimidate me. I am king. King of Mars. The most advanced civilization the solar system has ever seen. I am the sovereign, and they should be bowing to me.
But none of them bow. They continue giggling and scowling until Madeline comes out of her room with a bag and a smile.
“I'm ready to go.”
At least one of these girls is obeying my commands. And luckily for me, it's the one who I will claim.
5
Madeline
When I walk into the living room and see him standing there, I almost faint. He has to be the hottest hunk of man flesh I have ever seen in my entire life. A wave of desire overtakes me, and I feel weak in the knees. Actually weak in the knees.
King Damious is six and a half feet tall, with shoulders so broad I don't know if my arms could even wrap around them. His eyes are blazing amber. His lips are full and kissable. He has a head of thick, dark hair. The bulge between his legs makes my heart beat faster.
All I can hear is the humming of my blood. He tells me that I'm his match, and he wants me to go with him.
I can't think straight. He's the king. My match is the king of Mars. A king will have authority.
I realize now why Sophia is nudging me. This is my opportunity to convince someone to go back to Earth to get Abigail.
Bobby is saying something rude about being a sex slave again. Seriously, if I am to be this man's sex slave, then bring on the metal bikini!
I bite my lip and look him up and down. I am so flushed and aroused that I feel like everyone in the room can sense my desire.
His amber eyes are on me and by the look on his face, I know he's feeling the same thing. I learned from Doris how the shot we received on the ship caused her to be aroused whenever Jaxxo was around.
And I am definitely feeling that now. My head is swimming and my heart is racing like a runaway bronco. I want to run across the room and launch myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and claiming his sexy mouth as my own.
He tells me he wants me to come back to his palace with him. I need to think, so I slip back into the bedroom to throw some things in a bag.
I try to get a handle on my emotions. My inner dialog is completely incoherent. I just want him. That's all I can think. The plot to convince him to bring Abigail back here is a secondary consideration.
All I want is him, and it strikes me as strange that I would be so attracted to a man I don't even know. I quickly wash my face and walk back out into the living room with my bag.
Sophia grins at me. Bethany is mooning over the king while bending over the couch to reveal the curve of her full breasts. I'm suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy. I want to slap the back of her head to make her stop.
I try to shake it off. Bethany is just being Bethany. And if Damious is anything like Jaxxo, I know I have nothing to worry about.
Besides, I don't even know him. I don't care about him. I just met him for the first time five minutes ago. Why do I care if Bethany is flirting with this man?
I really shouldn't. But I am. I give her a dirty look as I pass. She seems to realize she's been acting inappropriately and slinks away with a frown.
Damious takes my bag and places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me into the hall. Sophia runs over and gives me a big hug, whispering in my ear.
“This is your chance. Abigail is counting on you.”
“I know,” I whisper back, holding her tightly.
I walk with Damious down the hall to the elevator. There are only a few girls out this time of day, as almost everyone has gone back to their rooms to have lunch.
They look at us as we pass, their glances a strange mixture of jealousy and fear. I don't know exactly what I feel myself.
One thing I do know is that I'm more turned on than I've ever been, and it’s alarming.
I'm not exactly what you would call experienced with men. I've had a few dates here and there. I even had a fairly serious boyfriend back in high school. It never really went anywhere.
I didn't want to get too involved before college. And then when college came around, I was too busy pursuing my goals to get into a relationship.
It's not that I am against sex before marriage or anything like that. I just simply haven't had the time. Being president of the student body as a freshman, a straight A student, the leader of the cheer squad, and a core member of the gymnastics team takes a lot of mental effort.
There hasn't been room for a man in my life. And when I look a
t Damious, I know that every person who ever passed for a man before was nothing but a little boy.
Damious is a whole other level of masculine and it's like energy radiates off of him in shimmering waves of testosterone.
My whole body is quivering and melting, and I feel like a complete wreck. As we stand together in the elevator, he looks down at me with dark, hooded eyes. His expression is unreadable.
I can barely meet his gaze and look down at the floor. I swear to God I see his cock twitch. I look away quickly, my eyes darting around the elevator, searching for an escape. But there's nowhere to run.
Finally, after what feels like a century, but is probably more like thirty seconds, we arrive on the first floor.
He stops and waits for me to exit the elevator first. God, he's such a gentleman. It's so weird. I don't know how to take any of this. I don't know how to feel about my arousal or my attraction or my plans to make him rescue my sister. I’ve never been so confused.
We walk out of the bridal mansion and approach his hover vehicle. He opens the door for me and helps me climb inside. Martians’ bodies are at a whole other scale. I'm only five-three and he is at least six-foot six. I barely come up to his chest. He puts my bag in the back seat and climbs into the driver’s side beside me.
He starts a casual conversation, which throws me off guard even more. I shake my head and ask him what he just said because I can't seem to focus or pay attention through the ringing in my ears and the throbbing of my nether region.
“It's lovely weather we’re having today, isn’t it?” he says.
“Yes. It's a beautiful day.”
It is a beautiful day. And I remember being aware of that earlier. But now my awareness seems to be completely captured by the man beside me.
His vehicle lifts off and we are flying through the air. It is a cloudless blue sky, and the air is clear as we sweep across the land below.
He's explaining the landmarks to me as we fly through the capital city of Cassini. Past the city, the fields and forests spread out below.
I know from my research that the Martians terraformed the land from seeds and genetic samples they brought with them from Earth.
It took several hundred years to create the atmosphere. Until then, they had lived under domes. But once the water cycle and atmosphere were created, the propagation of the plants and animals that now populate the surface commenced.
In the last eight hundred years, the flora and fauna of Mars have taken on their own ecosystem that is self-sustaining.
Damious is telling me about all of this. And I don't stop to inform him that I already know. I'm too shocked and aroused to say anything except “yes” or “no” here and there and nod my head politely. I've crossed my legs tightly, trying to calm down the arousal dominating my body.
We come to a massive compound that looks like a medieval castle made of stone. Its towers rise high into the sky and flags flutter in the gentle breeze.
He lands his vehicle on one of the highest towers, and I am struck by the glorious view. We seem to be on top of the mountain that looks out over a wide stretch of land.
In the valley below is a large forest, and then past it is Cassini. I'm not sure how far we've traveled from the bridal mansion. Not that it matters. I don't feel afraid in this man's presence.
In fact, I feel comforted and secure. Like part of me has finally found a home.
I wonder if this sense of familiarity is because of the matching serum shot I received or if it's something real and deeper. Do I subconsciously know that he is my soulmate or something silly like that?
He gets out of the car, comes around to help me out, and then grabs my bag from the backseat. He guides me through an entrance and then down an elevator to a lower level.
We enter a large open living room with modern furnishings and a wall of windows that looks out on the magnificent view. He introduces me to his house staff. There is a butler, maids, a secretary.
They're all men of course. And I am too confused and stunned to remember their names. But he assures me that, if I need anything, they will take care of it immediately.
He then shows me down the hall to my suite of rooms. My bedroom is three times larger than the large bedroom I had back at the bridal house. I have a bedroom, a sitting room, and a small kitchen area equipped with a replicator, sink, and a refrigerator stocked with fresh foods.
He then shows me where his room is, just down the hall. He doesn't take me inside. I can sense he wants to.
He hesitates at the door and then tells me that I may rest in my rooms before we have our first meal at dinnertime.
“I have work I must attend to. And I am sure that you want to get your bearings in the new environment. If you need anything, use this tablet to contact me or the staff.”
I walk through the sliding door into my room and turn back to look at him. His eyes are hot and penetrating as the door slides closed between us.
I feel hot and sweaty. I didn't shower after my exercise routine out on the lawn. He arrived just as I was about to get in the shower.
And now I am flushed, aroused and damp. I drop my bag on the king-size bed and go into the bathroom. There's a shower and a deep basin tub. I turn on the water and watch the tub fill, my mind completely blank.
I squeeze my legs together. My arousal hasn’t lessened in the least since he left my immediate vicinity. I need to do something about this or I am going to lose my mind.
When the tub finally fills, I strip out of my damp clothes and sink into the warm fragrant water. I lean against a padded waterproof pillow on the side and relax into the warmth.
My arms float and my eyes close, but my body screams for release. I think about Damious. The King of Mars, who is my match.
How the hell did I get matched with the king of an entire planet? But I don't care that he's king. All my body seems to care about is his body.
I imagine running my hands over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. Stroking his flat stomach and sliding my fingers down to cup his massive cock.
I imagine stroking him as he looks down at me with those piercing amber eyes, so full of desire.
I cup my breasts and grip my nipples, tweaking them slightly to alleviate the pressure of my desire.
My other hand slips between my legs. I fondle my breasts as I press my finger to my clit. I tap my tightly swollen bud, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
I groan, and my body goes tense with desire. I am imagining him picking me up in his massive arms. Carrying me across the room and laying me on the giant bed.
He crawls over me, naked and glistening, his massive cock hard and rigid like a missile ready to blast off inside me.
I imagine him stroking my pussy with his cock. Sliding back and forth over my wet folds.
In the bath, I circle my clit with my finger and press inside my slippery channel.
I imagine him sliding inside me and thrusting hard and deep with his muscular hips. I come in a blinding flash of heat.
I’m shocked that I came so quickly. It usually takes me quite a bit longer to bring myself to climax.
I slip under the water, soaking my hair in the bath. I come back up and wipe my face.
I have relieved the pressure of my arousal. But now my desire for Damious has intensified. The fantasy I allowed myself only makes me want him more.
6
Damious
I'm flushed with desire and so aroused I have to retreat back to my bedroom. It wasn't a lie when I told Madeline I had work to do.
But there's no way I can get anything done in this state. My cock is throbbing and hard as stone.
I pace my bedroom floor. Outside the window, in the valley beyond, the grasses and trees sway in the wind. This view usually soothes my mind and my soul. But today, nothing can soothe me.
Being close to her, touching her, smelling the scent of her skin, has sent me into a tailspin. I don't know if I can ever bring myself out of it.
; I collapse into my chair and try to breathe through the tension building inside me. There is a long list of responsibilities I need to attend to before this evening. Being matched was on the top of my priorities, but I still have the business of running Mars on my plate.
My hands slide down my body and rest on my thighs. My cock is screaming for attention. I lean my head back and close my eyes, imagining her kneeling between my legs.
Jaxxo told the Council of a sex act that his match performed on him. I pried it out of him against his will. Now that I have found my own match, I understand why he was so reluctant to share that information. I would kill anyone who dared to intrude on our private moments.
But now, I am imagining her unfastening my pants and pulling out my cock. I imagine her lips sliding over the head and slipping down the length.
I groan as I adjust myself under my pants. I'm never going to get anything done like this. I have never been so consumed by my arousal.
The idea of it is preposterous. It's beyond imagining. And I know that it must be quenched, or it will distract me for the rest of the day.
I get the intense desire to know what she's doing as I slide my cock out of my pants. I need to see her. I need to watch her.
Like in the bridal suites, her room is fitted with cameras. I command my AI to show her room on my screen. Several images pop up on the black screen before me. She is currently in the bathroom, filling the tub.
I watch her slipping out of her clothes. My every instinct is to rush down the hall, burst into the room and take her in my arms.
She is so tiny and petite. I could lift her effortlessly, lower her down over my throbbing member, and thrust deep and hard into her quivering little body until we both exploded with release and absolute pleasure.
I watch in complete awe as she reveals her tight little body to my hungry eyes.
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