The Beast King's Bride (Warlords 0f Farian Book 1)

by Bailey Dark

He was so deep, so deep…I clenched his hips and gently moved up and down. He choked out a gasp and gripped at the sheets as I teased him, coming all the way out again, then down just a little, just the tip, then sank in all the way with a fierce thrust downward.

  I screamed again.

  Then I was bouncing up and down on him, gripping his chest, feeling him fill me, driving into me as his eyes glazed over. He stared at the canopied ceiling, barely able to mouth words, barely able to breathe.

  I ground down hard on him, circling around and around, and he got back under control, grabbed me around the waist and flipped us over, still inside me. Then he turned me over, and guided me down on my stomach, moved one leg bent up, the other straight out underneath him. He held steady a moment.

  “You ready?”

  “Yes!” I breathed out. “Yes!”

  He slammed into me.

  My scream echoed off the walls and the electricity of our Destin connection blurred my mind. I saw prisms. I saw mosaics of butterflies and fractals of snowflakes bouncing in my eyes.

  He slammed in again, gripping my one raised hip, leaving the imprints of bruises on my side, one hand holding tight to my hair. My vision blurred as he hit the G-spot over and over. I could feel myself getting closer. How was this happening? How was this dizzying electricity spiking my body? Every cell was tingling, and he was so deep inside me, so deep.

  I looked over my shoulder and saw his eyes glazing, his chest slick with sweat, his gaze admiring the way my ass rocked into him. His breathing was getting ragged, matching my every gasp, and the thrusting faster, deeper, harder. His fingertips dug into my skin and he slammed one final time into me, jolting deeper and deeper with the cascading aftershocks and in that instance, I came too, exploding, toes curling, hands digging into the sheets. I couldn’t tell if the scream was mine or if it was the sound of his emotions in my head.

  My orgasm rocketed me, and I saw the warp speed vision of planets passing by the window of my life and the smear of his body and breath on my back. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and then he collapsed onto my back, straightening me out and I gasped again as he slid out of me.

  He held tight to my shoulders and his one hand found its way to my clit, to feel the slickness of my tight pussy and to feather the sensitivity until I was laughing uncontrollably and begging him to stop.

  He held me tight, our sweat-slicked bodies resting against each other, our breath coming together, our fingertips sending sparks flying through our bodies at each pressure point we touched.

  He rolled me over so he could rest his head in between my breasts and I slowly brushed my hand through his hair as I raked my fingernails down his back with the other.

  And, into that silence and sparking, we breathed.

  My new life was born.

  Twelve

  Kajo

  I could still feel her lips on my neck. I reached up and touched the spot where she had gently kissed me on our way out the door that morning. I caught her eyes across the room and smiled even wider. She winked back at me.

  Commander Sasrin coughed under his breath and my attention was brought back to my task. Sasrin was a Curan leader from the other side of Farian. The soldiers he had left at home while he and many others journeyed to the capital for the Day of Joy had been the ones to respond at a simple moment’s notice when we needed them. When the Bordash had turned on us and I had almost lost my life.

  Now, Sasrin looked at me in confusion, brow furrowed, and he gestured with a slight flick of his fingers toward the congregation.

  “Bring in the spy,” I said, loud into the room. I tore my eyes away from Daphne. It seemed like I could feel our spark even just through our look. I had never known I could feel this way about a woman. The last week of healing had been one of the most joy-filled and peaceful weeks of my life, even while being the most disastrous of my reign. Rhone was still at large somewhere, many Bordash were leaving the Capital, fearing reprisal from their Curan neighbors, and even others were joining Rhone’s cause to rule once again and subjugate or perpetrate genocide.

  I would not let any of this happen. It was quite likely that more people would die; but though Rhone was still strong, his forces had been decimated. Largely due to Sasrin’s reinforcements. Still, a harsh hand needed to fall, and it was about to fall on the neck of this Curan traitor…

  Three of my soldiers escorted Galoon up the gold-carpeted pathway in my greeting hall. How could a Curan do this? How could he betray me? What pressure or sway did Rhone hold over him? Surely, it must be something very serious, for why else would he betray his race? Not only his race, but his leader…Galoon had once fought beside me in the Civil War. He had spoken with pride of a day when Farian would be at peace, both Bordash and Curan aligned. I had never sensed hatred from him then, not even for Rhone or King Darrs as they both slaughtered civilians indiscriminately. But, now, as they led him up the lines of waiting citizenry and nobility, I could sense hatred from Galoon. I could see it on his face. I could read it through his mind.

  “Galoon,” I said, taking my Curan blade from its sheath at my waist. Its blue glow filled the room, the lights from the suspended chandeliers seeming to suck in and diminish. The traditional forging of Curan swords was the pride of my ancestors. The Bordash had grown past us in technology, but we would always hold the skills in magical blades. They had their own type of telekinesis. I could amplify my own powers through the blade.

  With the thought, I slashed it through the air, cutting the carpet at Galoon’s feet, blazing a line that he stopped abruptly behind. His hands were lashed, his eyes bloodshot, his face bruised. His stay in the capital prison had not been pleasant, though I had given strict orders that he be kept alive until I was well enough to deal with him.

  Today was that day.

  “You were one of my most trusted advisors. I held you close in my ranks, and even closer in my heart. The hearts of the Farian people are bleeding, Galoon. Not just Curan, not just Bordash. But all of us. Why have you done this? Do you have any words to speak in your defense before I give your judgment?”

  “I do not.”

  I blinked at him, my blade wavered a moment, dropping a few inches from where it pointed straight at his face. “Nothing?” How could he say nothing? How could he not beg for forgiveness? Was he just decided to not give me the pleasure? I attempted to read his mind but was quickly rebuffed by the mere sound of the Farian national anthem being blasted, off-key, by his thoughts.

  “Fine. Punishment is immediate death.”

  As I said the last words, the guards twisted Galoon’s arms until he was forced to be kneeling in front of me, and then I swung the sword over my head and downward. The blade didn’t even need to touch his neck. The telekinesis power of its swift, shining metal slashed through the skin, sinew, vertebrae, and arteries so cleanly that it slid off his shoulders and splashed to the ground.

  The crowd gasped, then muttered approving reverence.

  Two of my technicians were immediately sucking up the blood and body parts with waving hands into buckets, then floating them away.

  I looked over at Daphne as Sasrin shook my hand.

  Her eyes were wide, cheeks tear-stained, lower lip trembling.

  “He killed him…”

  Her thoughts were so loud when I focused on her that I thought she surely must have said them out loud. I gestured for her to come near me, so I wouldn’t pry into her mind any more. I sheathed the sword as she walked toward me.

  “You killed him…” She whispered the words as I took her shaking hands.

  “I had to, Daphne. I am the King.”

  “The Beast King…”

  I knew my eyes flashed as she said the words and the hackles on my neck rose. I heaved a sigh, focusing on her, focusing on her…It was Daphne. My Daphne. My soon-to-be Queen.

  “Do you remember, when I was in the hospital, I asked you to be my Queen?”

  “I didn’t think y
ou were awake enough for that to be real.” She looked down at our clasped hands, cheeks flushing. I brushed back one of her blonde tendrils of hair and tilted her chin up to look at me.

  “Will you be mine? And I will be yours?”

  “What about Earth?”

  “If you really want to, I can take you back there, but…” The pounding in my heart was painful as I made myself promise her these things. “…what do you really have to look forward to there? What do you really have holding you to Earth?”

  “Nothing, really…”

  “And what do you have holding you here?” We both felt the trill of electricity go through my fingertips into her cheek.

  “You, Kajo…a life with you.”

  “Will you stay with me, then?”

  She looked up at me, brown eyes a hint sad, but mainly excited. “Yes.”

  I turned to face the crowd. They had been waiting, muttering to themselves, watching our exchanges, none of them daring to read our minds or lips, with my telepathic guards standing nearby to monitor our privacy.

  “Dear citizens of Farian…” I raised our clasped hands in the air. “Please cheer for your soon-to-be Queen, Daphne of the Earth. Tomorrow, we will hold a ceremony to bless her as Curan. She already has given me her blood, and she has had Curan blood return to her, as well. She is my Destin…Tomorrow, we make it official.”

  There was a slightly disgruntled silence, then Sasrin clapped his hands high in the air and cheered. Everyone in the hall followed his example. My Daphne and I were ringed by spectators and congratulators as I flung fireworks into the air with a bit of telekinetics bouncing off the suspended chandeliers.

  Daphne’s eyes strayed once to the sword in my sheath, but then her eyes were on me. Soon, her lips would be on me, too.

  She would be my Queen.

  Thirteen

  Daphne

  For once, he let me pick out my own clothes. There was an array of ceremonial robes that were typically worn by Bordash women when they were being accepted into Curan culture. I, however, chose something from off-world, from another planet not too far away. It honestly looked a lot like a prom dress I had had in high school, but Kajo didn’t even know what prom was. All he knew was that I looked drop-dead gorgeous in the yellow and black silken gleam, bare midriff and lace top.

  I wasn’t entirely sure what the ceremony would be like for me to be accepted as a Curan, but there would definitely be some resistance from the Farian population. Kajo had been so adorable when he sat down with me and explained that jealousy would be rampant, that it would only be because he was King that I wouldn’t be stoned with tomatoes, that his planet had come so far for respecting Curan/Bordash unity, but that there was a bit of a nationalistic drive that said off-worlders were inferior. Especially Earthlings. His eyes had been so deep and delicious when he was speaking…I smiled just to think of it. He truly cared for me.

  And, I found that I was caring more and more for him…

  Even though I had just seen him execute someone with a sword.

  This was a different world, different culture, with different imperatives for consequences and rewards, I had to remind myself. The only things I would be missing from Earth, besides a general sense of comfortability with my own species, would be Vania. Maybe Sean, but I saw him so rarely. I would miss, Vania, though…we had been friends since elementary school, when we both were having rough childhoods and bonded over sisterhood found outside bloodlines.

  If only she could see me now…

  I spun in front of the mirror, admiring myself.

  Kajo appeared in the doorway behind me on the last spin, smiling in the reflection in the mirror, and I laughed and ran into his arms.

  “You look beautiful,” he said, breathing the words into my ear. He smoothed my hair and I nuzzled into his neck, smelling the brutal, wild pheromones of the Destin connection. My fingertips kneaded into his back, as if of their own volition. It was hard to keep my hands off him, it was hard to keep his dick out of me…

  As if reading my mind, which he very well might have been, he pushed me back against the wall, his lips hungry on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth, circling, teasing. I could hardly catch my breath at the ferocity.

  Then he dropped to his knees. He lifted my full-length skirt and draped it over him. He slid his fingertips under my panties and traced their hemline around my waist and back. Then he tugged them down. He spread my legs apart and I leaned back into the wall, putting a hand to my forehead, dizzy, as his fingers ran up and down my inner thighs. Then his hands were gripping my legs and all I could see was the bump of his head leaning into me, and then his tongue flicked at my clit.

  I moaned, a moan that grew louder as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers kneading my legs hard. His hands moved around to my ass and squeezed, pressing my pussy into his face so he could lick up and down the opening.

  I was wet, so wet.

  He inserted one finger into me and pushed it up hard, feathering it around for the G-spot, tickling it, pressing into it, then withdrew. He inserted two fingers this time, pressing them in up to the last knuckle, his mouth still on my clit, his tongue circling around it, lovingly exploring. His fingers plunged in and out of my pussy.

  I gripped his shoulders through the silk gown, breathing heavily, heartbeat in the clouds, vision blurring. He pumped his fingers in and out faster, alternately sucking on and licking my clit.

  How could his tongue send such sparks of pleasure through my entire body?

  “Choke yourself…” The words came into my mind so clear, sent through his telepathy.

  So, I obeyed…I clasped one hand around my throat, holding it high, leaning back into the wall as his mouth and fingers ravaged me. I pressed so hard into my neck that I was beginning to feel faint and that ignited the pleasure down below.

  I started to gasp, “I’m going to cum!” and he went more quickly with his fingers, more slowly and deliberately with his tongue.

  I burst into prismatic pieces, my entire body flooding with butterflies, the world rocking, my knees buckling so I had to grip his shoulder harder, and then I was cumming, my wet pussy juices flowing into his mouth, him lapping up every sweet drop and the orgasm shattered my soul.

  I clenched his shoulders hard, gasping to regain my breath, afraid I would fall, and the aftershocks clenched his fingers, repeatedly. His tongue flicked at my clit and I gasped. “No, no, stop…” So sensitive, so sensitive…

  He squeezed my ass one more time for good measure, then kissed the inside of my thighs, then ducked out from under the skirt.

  I looked at him with eyes glazed over with ecstasy and love as he kneeled in front of me. I offered him my hands, still afraid I would fall, and he held them close to his face, nuzzling into them, kissing my palms, and then he stood up, catching me as I leaned weakly into him.

  He kissed my lips lightly, and I tasted like me.

  “That was…amazing…”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it…” He smiled, an animalistic gleam in his eyes. “I enjoyed it, too. I will always enjoy pleasuring you, my Destin, my Daphne. We are meant to be perfect for each other.”

  I held tightly to his neck and rested my head on his chest. He let me hold still there, gathering myself, feeling the fading bliss of the incredible orgasm, and then he pushed back from me and looked at me seriously.

  “One thing I haven’t told you is that Curans live much longer than humans.”

  “How old are you?”

  “Eighty-three Earth years.”

  My mouth dropped open. “How many years do you expect to live?”

  “Probably around three hundred.”

  “But…but…” Tears pricked my throat and misted my eyes.

  “Don’t worry,” he squeezed my hand, “one of the spells we will bind you with today will elongate your life. You will live with me, for as long as my spirit survives, so will you. We will be tied together. I am giving part of my soul to you.”

 
I pressed my hand into his chest over his heart.

  “But, what can I give to you in return?”

  “Your love and loyalty, Daphne. That is all I ask for.”

  “I am your Destin.”

  “And I am yours.” He squeezed my hand again. “Now, let’s go. Put your panties back on.” He winked at me and took them from his pocket. I smiled, turning a little pink, and pulled them on under the skirt.

  “Do you like the way I taste?” I asked. He grinned even wider.

  “I love it. I will taste you for every day for the rest of my life. Whenever you want. I am, quite literally, yours to command, my Queen.”

  I giggled delightedly and took his hand. “Let’s go.”

  We took a hovercraft to the ceremonial grounds in the center of the botanical gardens. There was an altar and an amphitheater. As I had seen so often, lights suspended without posts or supports circled the arena. Flowers of all shapes and sizes, some as large as a Labrador, were arrayed in color coordination around the altar. Curan and Bordash nobility were gathered in the seats of the amphitheater in their finest traditional garb. Most of the colors were blue and black, the colors of Farian, over the green of Bordash and red of Curans.

  “Lay down on the altar,” a priestess said, leading me to the marble platform in the middle of the area. Kajo nodded at me and then turned to exchange pleasantries with some of his council.

  I laid carefully down on the cool stone. The priestess lifted my head to slip a pillow underneath. She smiled.

  “You are most welcome in our world,” she said. However, when I looked to the audience, I saw more than one sour look and furrowed brow.

  I didn’t care. I was Kajo’s Destin and he was mine. I was going to be their Queen.

  Soon, it was time for the ceremony to start. Kajo stood beside the altar as five priestesses wove words and incense around me. Clouds of smoke swirled over my head, one of the priestesses controlling the tendrils, making images in the smoke. They were prophesies, Kajo told me, showing the images of our wedding day, of he and I playing with our children, of battling together against unknown forces from offworld, of us sailing spaceships into the unknown, of visiting beaches and mountains and deserts. I even thought I caught Vania’s face in the smoke once, but it was so fleeting, that I could have just been hoping for something like that, and made it appear without it actually being there.