“Modric,” Prince Kyan spoke. “Are you sure you don’t want to trade your wife today? I can definitely sweeten the pot for that one.” He spoke of me like I wasn’t even at the table.
Prince Kyan made King Ryu attractive. While Prince Kyan was not as grossly overweight as King Ryu, he was still large. He drooled when he spoke. His eyes were yellow and so were his sharp teeth.
“She’s not for trade,” Modric said. His voice was stern and filled the room. Queen Amira and King Ryu stopped eating and turned their attention to the conversation between Modric and King Ryu’s younger brother.
“Perhaps a gentleman’s talk after dinner can change that,” Prince Kyan said. “I have quite a selection for you to choose from. I know you like blondes as well…”
“Maybe I wasn’t clear enough before,” Modric interrupted him. “She’s not to be traded. She’s my wife. I’m keeping her.”
Prince Kyan laughed and tipped his chalice to Modric.
“We shall talk later,” he said. “I have been catching her eye quite a few times tonight. She may be more willing than you think.”
Modric slammed his fists on the table, jolting the plates. Before he could say anything, I spoke.
“I. Am. Not. For. Trade,” I spoke slowly and clearly. “And if I were, I would make sure I wouldn’t end up with someone like you.”
Prince Kyan carefully set down his chalice. The smirk he had quickly faded.
“I’m done with this shit show,” he said, rising from his chair. He walked out the room without saying goodbye to anyone.
“I’m so sorry about that.” Queen Amira leaned towards me. “He’s a spoiled brat, and is used to getting what he wants.”
“I shouldn’t have lashed out at him,” I said. “I just get so irritated when men don’t listen.”
She laughed and took my hand in hers.
“Don’t you dare apologize for being a strong woman, Freya,” she said. “I admire that about you. Actually, we need more women like you in Hallon. If only to knock Prince Kyan down a notch. How he’s related to my husband, I’ll never know.”
“Cheers to that,” I said, lifting my chalice. She clinked hers against mine and we exchanged a smile. I felt a sense of pride run through my veins. I had never stuck up for myself. It felt good.
We stayed at the table through another course of food and a dessert. The wine was flowing heavily, and everyone was a bit tipsy.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Modric asked. He put his hand on my thigh.
“I am,” I said. I grabbed his hand and placed it closer to the inside of my thigh. He shuffled in his seat.
“I think we should cut this party short,” he whispered in my ear. While I wanted to leave, I also wanted to tease him a bit.
“Soon enough,” I said. “Soon enough.”
To be honest, if we were headed back to our room on the ship, I would have gladly cut dinner short. However, against Natira’s better judgment, Modric accepted King Ryu’s invitation to spend the night in the castle. I would have much rather spent the night in my own bed on the ship, but Modric told us it would be rude if we refused the invite.
I was also enjoying the company. Queen Amira and I were like kindred spirits. She told me how she was from a different planet and was traded here against her will.
“It was years ago,” she sighed. “My life back then is just a distant memory, almost like a dream. But, I would not change this for anything. I love my life here. Even if you’re not in love with your life right now, that’s OK. You will be, just give it time.”
“It’s hard,” I admitted.
“I see the way Modric looks at you,” Queen Amira continued. “I have never met Modric before, but I can tell that you’re special in his eyes. I can also tell that you’re slightly holding back. Let yourself be free. Give yourself to him.”
I contemplated her advice for a bit, savoring the last bits of my chocolate cake.
“I’m ready when you are,” I whispered to Modric.
“I think we’re ready to retire to bed,” Modric announced, rising from the table. I stood up next to him and said goodbye to Natira and Queen Amira. Natira winked at me, knowing what would happen next. The whole room probably knew what was coming next. The sexual tension was out of control.
“I will lead you to the guest room,” King Ryu said. He motioned for a guard to join us.
We walked down a narrow hallway in a single file line. The guard was first, then Modric, then me, and behind us, King Ryu. We passed Prince Kyan in the hallway. He shimmied his way past the guard, stopping when he reached me.
I smelled his breath before he spoke. It was a disgusting mix of alcohol, tobacco, and whatever repulsive food he had ate at dinner.
“Give me a few minutes alone and you’ll be begging to be traded,” he whispered in my ear. I felt cold chills run up and down my body. I stopped walking and turned to him. Wordlessly, I slapped him across the face. The sound reverberated down the hallway. Modric, King Ryu, and the guard stopped dead in their tracks.
Prince Kyan raised his hand to his face, rubbing the spot that my hand had made contact.
“A feisty little redhead,” he said. “Just what I like.” He wasn’t backing down. Fearing that Modric would soon turn into a dragon, I tried to diffuse the situation.
“Prince Kyan, while I appreciate the interest in me, I’m happily married to Modric. By choice. I understand some women are traded, but I’m not one of them. Modric and I are in love. As he has mentioned before, I’m not for trade. We have no interest in that. Ever.”
“My apologies,” Prince Kyan said. “I have known Modric for many years, and have never seen him in love, let alone married. Going forward, I will respect your marriage.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I apologize for the slap.”
“It’s okay,” he responded. “I suppose I deserved it. I do get a little aggressive after too much to drink.”
He continued to walk the opposite way, not making eye contact with his brother or Modric. The tension in the air had lifted, and we proceeded to walk to the guest room. Once we reached there, we said goodbye to King Ryu and went into the guest room.
“That was great!” Modric said. “I can’t believe you slapped the shit out of Prince Kyan. I’ve been wanting to do that for years!”
I shrugged and sat on the bed. The room was the size of a shoebox, compared to our bedroom on the ship.
“It turned me the fuck on,” Modric said, climbing up on the bed next to me. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me close to him. As soon as our lips met, electricity surged throughout my body.
“You know what turned me on,” I said, in between kisses. “The way you wouldn’t trade me. The way you make sure I’m yours and only yours. Make me yours tonight, Modric.”
He began to kiss me more aggressively, laying me down on the bed. His lips wandered down to my neck.
“I have something to tell you,” I said, as his hands reached my clothed breasts. My heart beat faster as I prepared the words in my mind. “I’m a virgin.”
He stopped kissing my neck and looked up at me. A smile formed on his face.
“I’ll take it slow,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.” He looked at me with such compassion, that I believed him.
“Can we take this dress off?” Modric asked. “It does nothing for your figure.”
“You made me wear this!” I said, as I jumped off the bed.
He sat up straight, watching me unzip the back of the dress.
“Do you need help?”
“No. Let me do this.” I continued to unzip the dress, letting it fall to the floor. I carefully stepped out of it, standing in front of him. While the dress itself wasn’t flattering, I had planned ahead. Underneath, I wore the same white, virginal lingerie that I’d tried to show him the night our ship was attacked.
Modric’s eyes practically popped out of his sockets. He looked at me up and down and licked his lips, a faint growl emanating from his mouth
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“You look amazing,” he said. I walked towards him. He sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread. I positioned myself inside them and leaned down to kiss him. As we kissed, I undid my braids. My hair fell, waving from the braids.
Modric laid back and I crawled on top of him. I felt his strong hands unclipping the bra strap. With one swift movement, he pulled the bra off me and threw it across the room. We continued to kiss passionately as he fondled my breasts. He squeezed my nipples between his fingers with just the right amount of pressure.
“I want to taste you,” he said, flipping me over so that I was now laying underneath him. His hands traveled down my stomach and rested on my hips. He worked the thong and garter belt off me slowly. When I was completely naked, he stopped everything.
“I just need to admire this view,” he said. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Freya. I’m so lucky.”
My head spun from everything going on. The compliments, the kissing, the fact that I was completely naked in front of this specimen. I felt a high that I had never felt before, not even when I was drunk from wine. He began to kiss me on the neck, before his lips traveled down to my collarbone, then to each breast in turn. I loved the contrast of his hot mouth against my skin.
“I want to see you naked,” I said, breaking the silence. He still had on his robe.
“Fair enough,” he said, removing the robe. Unsurprisingly, my eyes found his cock right away. While I had seen it before, up close it looked so much bigger and thicker than before. I gulped. Although he said he wouldn’t hurt me, I knew that I would no doubt feel some uncomfortableness at first, whether he meant to or not. I instead tore my eyes to focus on his muscled body, and the way the light glinted off his blue skin.
“Are you OK?” he asked. He must have noticed the look of panic on my face.
“It’s… so big,” I said, still not looking back at it. “What if it doesn’t fit inside me?”
He laughed.
“Back to you,” he said. “Spread your legs.”
I did as he instructed, laying back and spreading my legs wide open. He got on top of me again, kissing me. His right hand traveled down to my core. After seeing his cock and feeling his body on top of me, I was soaking wet.
One finger teased the opening of my vagina, he slowly stroked it from the clit down. My body reacted by shuddering. Taking this as a confirmation to move forward, he inserted one finger inside. My vagina wrapped tightly around his finger.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. While it felt good, I knew it was only the beginning. He put another finger in, watching my face for a reaction. He slowly began to pump his two fingers inside of me. I heard my wetness as he put a third finger inside.
He continued to pump the three fingers in and out, in and out. Each time he put them back, my body shuddered with pleasure.
Eventually, he moved his fingers out, wiping them on the blanket. He put his hands on my knees and spread them further. He bent his head down to my open and willing vagina. I practically came as soon as his tongue hit my clit. He took it in his mouth, softly sucking it. As he did this, he put two fingers inside me and began pleasuring me again. His tongue moved down lower and I felt both his finger and his tongue inside. The heat made me wonder if he was partly transforming, or whether he ran at a higher temperature than normal, because my whole core radiated heat and pleasure. My hips raised from the bed, and I wanted him to drive his tongue deeper inside.
I heard him lapping up my juices as he continued to pleasure me orally. I put my hands around his head and pushed it further into my pussy.
He stopped his lapping suddenly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, nearly out of breath. I was so close to having an orgasm.
“You’re not allowed to orgasm yet.” He raised his head. My juices were all over his chin. I playfully pouted. He took all three fingers out.
“Now, it’s my turn for mouth service,” he said. He raised himself from the bed and jumped down. I wanted more oral, but had also wanted to please him as well.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked. I nodded, hoping against hope that the brief discussions I’d had with my friends, including some vivid demonstrations from them, would be enough.
He walked towards the top of the bed where my face was. He stood against the mattress, his cock fully engorged. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began to stroke slowly. He threw his head back in pleasure.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to have your hands on me?” he asked. “That feels so good, Freya.”
I continued to stroke him, noticing the pre-cum form at the tip of his blue penis. I wanted to taste what he had to offer. I licked the top of his penis, cleaning up the pre-cum. Surprisingly, it tasted sweet. Much sweeter than the semen I had tasted before on Earth.
I licked my lips. I looked up at him with my green eyes. “You taste wonderful.”
He grabbed the back of my head with his hands, forcing some of his cock in my mouth. While it was a bit aggressive, I liked it. I had a feeling that I would be dominated in the bedroom, and I didn’t mind it at all. I continued to lick his cock as it bobbed in and out of my mouth. He moved it in and out, faster and faster. I almost choked.
Sensing my discomfort, he pulled his cock from my mouth.
“That was wonderful,” he said. “But I’d like to feel my cock in another area of your body.”
As much as I wanted this as well, I suddenly grew nervous. His cock was very large, much larger than any human penis I had seen. A cock that large was not ideal for a virgin. He put a hand on my chest and lowered me to the bed. He climbed on top of me.
“Just let me know if it hurts,” he said, looking in my eyes. He put one arm behind my head, and used his other to open my legs. When my legs were fully spread, he guided it to my vagina.
I felt the tip go in first. While it hurt, it was also caused pleasure to rocket inside. My core wrapped around his cock as he went deeper.
“Are you OK?” he asked, noticing as I winced. I nodded. He continued to move in and out slowly until I adjusted to his length. And at that point, I grew impatient.
“Go faster,” I said. I didn’t have to tell him twice. He began to pump in and out of me.
“This feels so good,” I whispered. As he fucked me, my hand found my clit and I began to stimulate it. I had masturbated before, but this was unbelievable. I could feel an orgasm start to build again, but I didn’t want it to stop. Before I could orgasm, Modric spoke.
“Let’s switch positions,” he announced. He climbed off me and flipped me over. He commanded me to get on my hands and knees. Doggie style.
“Your ass is fucking magical,” he said. He spanked me. I jumped from the bed. I didn’t know if I was more surprised from the spank itself, or the way it made me even more wet.
He took a chunk of my hair in his hands and began to fuck me again, pulling on my hair.
“Modric!” I yelled out in passion. I couldn’t take much more. I had to come. He slapped my ass again, taking me over the edge.
My body shook with an orgasm. I felt it everywhere in my body, especially in my toes as they curled up. I wanted to collapse in ecstasy when I was finished, but Modric still hadn’t come. Not that it took him much longer. He soon pumped his seed into me. He seemed to come forever. When he finished, he rolled over on the bed. I put my head on his sweaty chest. We were both extremely out of breath.
“Wow,” I said. “I don’t even have words.”
He laughed.
“That was exactly how I imagined it,” he said. “If not better.”
“I’m ready to fall asleep,” I admitted. “Can we just fall asleep here naked?”
Modric nodded.
“That sounds like a great idea.”
It was an even better one when Modric wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight to his body. I accepted the spooning, and relaxed in his grip, letting his heat soothe me. Though I’d probably want to wriggle out once he got a little too hot. After-sex cu
ddles. So that was a thing.
I quite liked it.
I closed my eyes and was almost asleep when I heard a pounding outside the door. Modric jolted out of bed, grabbing his garb.
“What’s that, Modric?” I asked. He ran over to the window and I followed, grabbing a sheet for extra coverage.
Below us, a steady stream of Hallon were entering the castle. Some had pitchforks, others had stick of fires. They were shouting at the top of their lungs.
“Kill King Ryu! Kill Modric! Death to the Athims!”
Chapter 16
Modric ran over to his satchel and retrieved a gun.
“Take this,” Modric said. He shoved a small, silver pistol into my trembling hands. I had never held a gun before, as they made me nervous.
“Listen carefully,” he said. “The first button is for short range. It’s the most precise and the deadliest. If you’re in fear of your life, and your enemy is within reach, use this button. It will kill them instantly. The button underneath that is for long range. It’s accurate, but there is a small chance of missing your target. The bullets that come from that chamber will just temporarily stun them. It gives you enough time to either finish the job or to run away. First button, short range, kill. Second button, long range, stun.”
First button, short range, kill. Second button, long range, stun. We quickly gathered our clothes from the floor and got dressed. As soon as I had my dress on, the door swung open, and three Hallon soldiers appeared. I raised my gun, my finger already near the first button.
“We’re here to help you!” one of them shouted, motioning us to lower our guns.
“There has been an attack on the Palace,” another one stated. “There has been an attempt on the life of King Ryu and his guests. We must get you to safety as soon as possible.”
Modric and I looked at each other, unsure of what to believe. Unfortunately, we didn’t have to time to question the soldiers. I heard shouting and fighting nearby. Two of the men grabbed my arms, acting as human shields as we left the room.
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