by Phoebe Nix
“I know,” she said, smiling. “You know you can talk to me, right?”
He looked at her, then turned away. “I’m alright.”
She put a hand on his, and she could see him stiffen for a brief moment before relaxing again.
“Seriously, talk to me.”
“I’m not much of a talker,” he said, looking at her. “And you are not forced to listen.”
“I chose to be here.”
Jerof sighed, then shook his head. “It’s just so hard. I never thought I’d have to see him die before I did. I’ve always been so reckless. When I lowered him in his grave, I don’t think I felt anything. I just couldn’t process it. Maybe I refused to process it. I don’t know, but it hurts right here,” he pressed on his bare chest. “And it’s so overwhelming, I can’t bring myself to think about it because there’s nothing to think about. He’s gone.”
Liz’s eyes watered as she watched Jerof’s face wrinkle as he spoke. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I know exactly what you mean.”
Jerof turned to her. “You lost your father,” he concluded.
Liz nodded, wiping away her tears. She looked the other way, but could feel Jerof’s eyes continuing to study her.
“He was a lot like King Lamnox, actually,” she began, her voice breaking. “He was just as kind. And I know it’s weird, but they even looked similar. They had similar smiles. I felt like I lost my father twice when I saw him on that bed. But it’s not just that he reminded me of my own dad. I thought he would fill that gap that my dad had left, but then he was gone in a couple of weeks.”
Jerof tucked a lock of Liz’s hair behind her ear, then traced a finger along her back. “I didn’t know you felt that way,” he said. “At some point, I just thought you were affected by our grief. I didn’t know you suffered as well. I’m sorry.”
Liz shook her head. “I’m sorry. Ever since I came here, shit’s gone downhill for everyone. I need to get the hell back to Earth before I jinx this place any more than I already have.”
“There’s no such thing, and you know that. You’re just heartbroken and bound to think of self-destructive thoughts.”
Liz examined Jerof’s face. “You’re not wrong, but I also feel like you’re projecting.”
Jerof snickered, but she could see his pain behind his smile. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
There was silence. He reached for her hand, sliding his fingers through the spaces between hers.
“Your dad said something about us being fated to be together,” she said, smiling.
“Everyone’s been telling me the same thing ever since you came here, and I laughed it off. But now, I don’t know anymore, Liz. I can’t explain the way I feel about you, but it’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before.”
She turned to him, looking him in the eye. He took a step closer and held her other hand. Liz pushed herself to her toes as she wrapped an arm around Jerof’s neck, pulling his head closer to hers. She glanced at his plump lips then back at his glistening brown irises. As they closed their eyes, Liz sucked a kiss out of Jerof’s bottom lip then pulled her head back.
She could see him panting, his chest heaving frantically like he’d finally unleashed what he’d long been suppressing. He leaned down to her and planet kisses on her lips as though he had finally gotten a taste of what he’d been craving.
Chapter 14
Liz had never been so nervous.
After Jerof had brushed his lips against hers, it seemed to ignite a mutual spark – one that had always been there since they had met and was only waiting for a trigger.
Jerof held her head between his hands. He slowly bit his bottom lip as he gazed at her, his chest heaving as he scanned her shimmering skin under the moonlight.
“Liz Janeck,” he murmured. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.”
She nodded. “Me, too.”
He let go of her hair, letting her wavy locks bounce when he pulled his hands away. “Would you like me to escort you to my Royal bedroom?” he said, smiling.
She bit her lip and nodded. “I would like that. Is there something you’d like to show me there?” she teased.
“There most certainly is,” he replied, turning his back on her and gesturing for her to follow him. He examined the reception hall left and right before he stretched his hand out to her. Liz caressed his arm before she traced it down and held his hand. They both hurried down the hall to his bedroom.
“Do you think anyone would mind if they see us?” Liz asked in a whisper as the door slid open.
“I don’t care if they do,” he said, walking inside and pulling her along.
As soon as the door closed, he gently shoved her against it, lifting her arms up and pinning them. The way he saw her heavily panting aroused him further, which Liz could feel as he brushed himself against her. He planted a kiss on her lips, working his way down to her neck and chest.
Liz whimpered as her sensations amplified. Just looking at Jerof and witnessing the desire in his eyes made her wet. She wanted to let go and enjoy how genuine the moment was, but she couldn’t help but overthink what he would feel about her body, anxious that he would find her shape peculiar or repulsive.
She was surprised to see that he didn’t have the same concern as she watched him undo his robe, putting his brawny figure on display. Dark long hair coated his arms and legs, but he was bare around the groin. As soon as he undid his robe, she whimpered in anticipation when she witnessed his erect organ – longer than she had ever seen before, and as thick as her arm.
He ambled toward her. “Don’t worry,” he smiled. “I’ll be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be.” She heaved a sigh as she was led to the canopy bed.
Jerof parted the see-through drapes for her. He gently pushed her by the shoulders to lay her down, climbing on top of her as he scanned her body. Liz was about to rise to take off her dress, but Jerof pushed her back down, this time a little more aggressively with a sensual grin.
He slid both the straps down her shoulders and pulled her dress down slowly until her breasts bounced out of the chest line. She covered herself, and Jerof immediately yanked her hands away.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
Liz smiled as she nodded submissively. “I won’t.”
Tracing his finger down her chest and onto her bosom, he stopped at her nipple to gently stroke it. Liz’s chest heaved faster, almost grabbing her other breast before it was yanked away a second time.
Jerof pulled her dress to her ankles and she pushed it off the bed. Caressing his arms with her fingertips, she bit her bottom lip ever-so-slightly as she moaned impatiently, glancing at his cock where the veins were pulsating and glowing dimly. His whole organ was visibly throbbing. Liz spread her legs, wrapping them around him.
He smiled, planting a kiss on her inner thigh and working his way up to her pussy. She sighed, her eyes already rolling back. She could feel his touch resonating in her chest. He rubbed her clit with the ball of his thumb, watching her arch her back and moan louder than he’d expected.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said, watching her naked body slightly tremble in pleasure.
He slid a finger inside her as he continued to massage her clit. Liz was too tight for one of his fingers. She wasn’t even sure how she was going to handle his cock. She marveled at how well Jerof knew what he was doing. He wasn’t too aggressive with her and knew just the right pressure and speed to get her off.
Every time she got a chance to take a glance at his face, she would see him smiling as he watched her wriggle for him.
“Inside me,” she moaned. “Jerof, I want you inside me.”
“Not yet,” he replied, slowly pulling his finger out. His nostrils flared as he sniffed his fingers before he licked them.
“Your scent is divine. I’ll never get enough.”
He then turned his hand over and rested a palm on her groin, giving her light slaps that
landed on her pussy. She squeaked as she arched her back.
“Jerof,” she moaned. “I can’t take this any longer.”
Jerof pushed himself on top of her. With his hands next to either side of her face, he watched her impatiently squirm for him, begging him to penetrate her.
“If it ever gets too painful,” he said, “just let me know.”
She nodded, “I will,” she added breathlessly.
Jerof grabbed his throbbing cock, sighing in ecstasy as he did. Very gently, he pushed the trip of his cock against her pussy, but he didn’t seem to fit. The way she squeaked every time he tried to push harder made him think that he was hurting her.
“Fuck, I’m hurting you,” he said, pushing her hair away from her face.
She was sweating. He wasn’t wrong, it was rather uncomfortable, but she was enjoying it.
She shook her head. “You’re not.”
Jerof looked down at her, his blue eyes glowing. “You put it inside you.”
Liz took a deep breath, extending her arm to his throbbing cock, feeling the sensations against her hand.
“Take as much time as you need,” he instructed.
She firmly grasped his shaft, pulling it closer between her thighs. She rubbed her clit with the tip of his dick, throwing her head back and moaning.
Jerof stroked her inner thighs and kissed her. “You’re enchanting.”
Liz aimed the tip of his organ down, pressing it slowly inside her. It seemed like he was too big for her, but she wanted him so badly, she didn’t care how long it took. Very slowly, she pushed herself forward until she felt the tip penetrate her. She let out a sensual sigh as she rolled her eyes, Jerof stroking her torso with the back of his hand as she carried on.
Little by little, his organ finally slid inside her. Liz arched her back and moaned, in pleasure. She’d never felt anything like this before – the feeling of being so full, and sexy.
With his hand pressed down on her lips, he thrusted himself inside her. Her muffled scream made him grin. From the way she rolled her eyes back, he knew she wasn’t in pain. He lifted his hand, leaning his face down to kiss her. She moaned in between his kisses.
“Harder,” Liz moaned, craving more.
Jerof nodded. He pushed himself harder and faster, watching Liz look like she was losing her mind as she screamed and squirmed. He suddenly stopped.
“Is this too much for you?”
“Oh God, no. Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Jerof smiled, planting kiss after kiss on her face and lips. He pulled away until the tip was almost out, but thrust back inside her at full force. Liz arched her back as she screamed for more, the pressure building until every atom inside her exploded as she came harder than she’d ever done before.
“That was just for starters, my little Earthling…I’m not done with you yet.”
It was another forty minutes until Liz’s mouth felt completely dry and her legs started shaking after her third orgasm.
As he thrust himself in one last time, they both climaxed at the same time, Jerof letting out what sounded like a soft, mellifluous howl before he came inside her.
Afterwards, he gently pulled himself out, sucked a kiss out of her lips and lay beside her, pulling the covers over them and stroking her hair as she uncontrollably panted.
Fuck, she thought. I think I’m in love with a Hagran.
Chapter 15
“Hey,” Liz said, watching Jerof as he opened his eyes and beamed back.
“Morning,” he whispered to Liz’s smiling face. She lay down on her side, her head supported by her hand. It appeared she was watching him in his sleep. She had his robe on, while he was naked under the sheets.
“Remind me why we took so long to do this?” Liz asked, caressing his bare chest while her eyes looked down on him. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he enjoyed seeing the way her face glimmered in the sun-lit bedroom.
“Because we were both scared,” he said, shrugging. “But I regret not having met you sooner. I wish you hadn’t taken so long to get here.” He pulled her head closer to him so that she lay it on his chest.
Liz traced a finger down his torso, turning it in circles around his belly button as she spoke. “I was so nervous last night. I was worried about what you’d think of me the whole time.”
“You were amazing,” Jerof said, his voice gruffer than usual. “You must be sore?”
Liz lowered her lashes. “A little…maybe some to recuperate before we try again?”
Jefor pulled her closer and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I never want to hurt you. You’re mine now.”
Liz’s heart began to thump. She’d never felt so wanted as she did at that moment.
“It’s strange,” he continued, “because when I first met you, I was so confused with the way you look. But now I find that I’m more attracted to you than I’ve ever been to anyone.”
“I feel the same way.” She nodded, smiling. “Back on Earth, I thought I was going to swear off men. No one would satisfy me no matter the way they looked. I thought I was asexual or something, but it turned out I just had to wait until I met the right person.” She paused. “As cliché as that sounds.”
Liz rose to stretch.
“And is that my robe?” Jerof asked.
“It sure is,” she said, running her fingers along the fabric on her breasts. “It’s comfier than mine. I’m not sure why the make the men’s so much softer.”
Jerof let out a chuckle. “They don’t. But it’s yours,” he said, pulling her back closer to him. “Come here. I can’t get enough of you.”
They lay in bed for a few minutes without saying a word. Jerof knew that Liz could feel his erection. Now he’d had a taste of her, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep his hands off her again. He embraced her from behind and kissed the back of her neck. He couldn’t see her face, but he knew she was smiling. Soon she began to whimper, desire building up in her again, though after last night, she was aware she needed to give her body time to heal and adjust to him.
She moaned when she felt him poke her harder as his hand snuck up on her breast to give her nipples a little pinch that made her squirm. Suddenly she froze.
“What’s the matter, have I hurt you?”
“No, no. Shoot, Jerof!” She moved away and rose. “I forgot to tell you.”
“What could be so important that you would interrupt this?” he said with a grin, but his smile disappeared when he saw that she was genuinely concerned. “What is it?”
“The Council,” she said. “The guards said they needed you like hours ago, but you were fast asleep, and I didn’t want wake you, since I know you clearly needed it.”
“Okay, fine,” he said, “but the Council can wait. I already know they’re summoning me tonight. It has something to do with the next Summit. I think we can stay here a while.”
“I can,” Liz replied. “But you have to go. It sounded urgent. Even Finoa looked sort of nervous, but I’m not familiar with your jargon, and not all of them were wearing collars, so I couldn’t really understand the context.”
Jerof sighed. “I hope it’s not about the coronation.”
“No, you’re right. Has something to do with the summit. Something about some kings not being able to attend your meeting.”
Jerof suddenly rose. His lethargy seemed to be instantly gone.
“Is that what you heard them say? That’s not good news. I must go right now,” he pecked her lips before climbing off the bed.
Liz watched his ass and muscles rippling in his back as he wandered to the wardrobe and picked out a red kimono that looked identical to all his clothes. Before he walked out of the door, he turned to Liz and said, “I’m sorry I have to leave so abruptly. I’ll be back.”
“Go,” she demanded, waving him off.
Jerof nodded, frown lines already appearing between his eyes before hurrying outside and making his way to the Council room.
The guards opened th
e Council Room doors for him by banging their decorative spears on the tiled floor. Jerof barely had the time to acknowledge them, his mind spinning with what Liz had told him.
“You are late,” advisor Tyr said as Jerof made his way to the table.
Jeorf held back his reply. The bearded man had never liked Jerof too much. He admired his father, but never thought his son was wise enough to lead the Kingdom. He had feared that Jerof would start wars rather than end them, namely because of his reputation as a brutal warrior. It wasn’t true, but Tyr was too adamant and stubborn to change his perspective. And Jerof was too proud to prove him wrong.
“I know,” Jerof said, concealing his irritation.
“I see that Earthling is taking up much of your time,” Akar joined. “I heard that the two of you were granted the king’s blessing, but I do not believe that is what he had in mind.”
“Silence,” Jerof hollered.
Finoa was sitting opposite to Akar. She smiled at her brother’s outburst. The advisors would always forget their place when talking to Jerof in private. In his father’s presence, none of them would dare question him.
“My lord,” Tyr said. “We mean no disrespect, but this is very urgent.”
“I can tell,” Jerof said, anger still burning in his eyes. He aggressively pulled out a chair, banging his fists on the table as he sat down. “And what seems to be the matter?”
“Lor and Gul, my lord,” Akar announced.
Finoa rolled her eyes.
Akar glanced at Finoa, then carried on, “Neither kingdoms want to attend the next Summit for their own,” he paused, “invalid reasons, of course.”
“And what reasons might that be?” Jerof asked.
Akar and Tyr exchanged glances. Jerof knew what that gesture meant, but he wasn’t as liberal with his reactions as Finoa was. His sister was bouncing her leg nervously as she listened to the two elders speak. Every now and then, she would look him in the eye with furrowed brows, as though to let him know their opinions should only be shrugged off.
“Well,” Tyr joined. “We are not sure how to tell you this.”
