The Alien King’s Mate part 25

LILIAN

I shut the door, whispering goodbye to the princess. I stand there for a few seconds, wondering what just happened. She seemed sincere, and I forgave her. There is no sense in holding grudges when I’m wrapped in many other complicated relationships. Mainly my relationship with the smirking king with sly fingers.

My panties remain soaked, shamefully stuck to my sex. I rush to the closet and find a replacement, stuffing the used panties in an unreacheable spot to later wash.

Then I sit on the bed and stare at the gold doorknob. My sex throbs at the thought of it turning as Vulcan returns for more.

His hands melted me on the platform. They had my wetness sparkling in the moonlight like the gold he generates.

When I heard him suck his damp fingers, I wondered what else his mouth was capable of. I could easily find out. I could slip out of my room and wander the halls until finding the king’s suite. I know that he would snatch me inside and do filthy, sinful things to me. His touch at the platform had been tamed. Careful. But in the privacy of his room, where there are no distractions, he would fill me with so much pleasure that I would glow. Set light in the dark room. Turn night into day.

That’s how powerful that king is.

I set my hands on my belly. My fingers twitch, craving to move south and re-create what Vulcan did. I doubt I could. I’ve never come so devastatingly hard. My fingers would offer a few pathetic waves of pleasure. Nothing like what Vulcan gave me. The alien king made me soar.

I sigh and lay on my side. I’m finally comfortable sleeping on this bed. It no longer seems so unwelcoming. I’m getting used to this place, although my bones still ache for Earth.

My eyes shut and I give into sleep.

– • –

Professor Eldorin meets me in the afternoon. We dive right into work. He’s a patient teacher. I know I’m butchering most of the language, but he encourages me. I can see why Vulcan chose him as a teacher.

Once he leaves, I’m left to my own devices. I don’t have much to do, and I’m surprised by how much I miss Vulcan. I want to hear his voice and see his wicked smirk.

There are things we have to discuss. He knows everything about me, but his past is mysterious. I’m curious about what happened with his parents. There’s no way to start that conversation, but maybe we’ll get there one day.

Once I finish my homework, I sketch on blank paper. I haven’t drawn in years and was never very talented at it. But I’ve recently been inspired.

I sketch two large arcs. Two long horns. Shaded carefully to give a glinting effect. Tall, thick, and solid. A crown of a king made of bone and gold.

I get so lost in the details that time stops mattering. I decide to add color to it. Turn it into a masterpiece as it deserves.

I go through my notes and string together a sentence. I figure out how to say “Can I have a brush,” but I can’t find the word for “paper” so I’ll just have to use a gesture.

Later that night, when my maid brings me dinner, I thank her and practice my speech. She nods eagerly and returns minutes later with brushes, small bowls of paint, and sheets of various sizes.

I thank her, and she looks pleased.

I paint Vulcan’s horns. I mix gold and black colors and stroke the brush on the canvas, painting the background in a royal blue. I add shadows and a glint effect, and smile at the final product.

Feeling productive, I set his painting aside and attach a new sheet to the stretcher bar. The sheet is wide, about 24 inches by 24 inches. I stare at it with no idea of what to draw next.

My shadow casts on the sheet, the sunlight streaming from the window. I lift the paintbrush and trail my outline, following my soft curves and my arms. I admire my sexuality, proud of how Vulcan enjoyed my body last night. I felt so feminine. Beautiful.

There’s a knock at my door, and I scramble to hide my painting. I stack the two sheets together and hide them behind my back.

“C–come in.”

Vulcan pushes the door open, smiling at me. He steps inside and narrows his eyes on my arms.

“What are you hiding there?”

“Just some art.”

“Art?” he laughs. “Did you hear about today’s auction?”

I shake my head.

“Well? Can I see the painting?”

There’s no way I’m showing him the horn painting inspired by him. I toss that one upside-down on the bed and hand him the second painting.

He turns his head, inspecting it. “It’s very nice.”

I entwine my fingers. “Thank you.”

He nods. “I’ve decided our next date. Get ready. I’m taking you to the auction to sell this masterpiece.”

I laugh. “You can’t be serious. It’s not worth selling.”

He nods. “It’s time you make more public appearances. Besides, I think this painting will go far in the auction. Don’t sell yourself short.” He gestures to the closet. “Find something nice. I’ll wait for you.”

“I don’t know… I think I should bathe first.” I can’t look at him as I say this. He knows exactly why I need a bath. The filthy things he did to me last night are still evident.

“I’ll take you,” he says, his voice gruff. “But for both our sakes, it’s best if I wait outside.”

He leaves, surrounded by a mist of sexual frustration. The door slams shut.

– • –

Half an hour later, I’m freshly bathed and changed into a dress. Vulcan waits outside. The A-line dress is a pale pink with a modest neckline and a beaded skirt.

I clutch onto the painting. I’m surprised Vulcan wants me to put it up for auction because it’s just a few swirls on paper.

I set my short hair free and step outside. Vulcan is leaning against the wall. He stares at my dress.

“Is it too much?” I ask.

He clears his throat. “You look beautiful.”

I smile. “Thank you.”

He wears simple clothes. Dark pants and a grey shirt with the front strings lazily tied. But his golden horns are gleaming, declaring to everyone for miles that he’s the king.

We walk down the halls for a few minutes. I fist my hands and walk slower when I hear chatter coming from the end of a hall. Bright warm light streams from the massive entrance. The room must be full.

“My king.”

Vulcan and I stop and turn. I’m surprised to hear English. It’s not perfect, but it’s understandable. A young man with ruby-studded horns stands before us, wearing a black tux and a white silk scarf around his neck threaded with gold.

“Greetings Deroin. Are you here for the auction?”

“Yes. I’m surprised to see you here. You never attend.” His eyes flicker to me. “My queen.”

I’ll never get used to that title.

“Nice to meet you.”

He smiles. “You’ve been making quite the impression on our culture. Even the royals have begun taking English lectures.”

I had no idea. I’ve been sheltered from society, busy trying to survive Vulcan and his antics.

Deroin’s eyes fall to my hands. “Will that go up in auction today?”

“Uh… I’m not sure.”

“Yes it will,” Vulcan says.

Deroin smiles. “May I see it?”

I unroll the painting, and he stares at it intently. “No need to put it up for auction. I’ll take it. I’ll offer one of my vineyards as payment.”

Vulcan slightly crooks his head. “That’s quite the payment for a painting. Are you sure?”

“I insist.”

Vulcan turns to me. “It’s up to you, mate.”

I can’t believe what’s happening. This man is offering a vineyard for a quick painting? Does he think so highly about me? Vulcan calls me a queen, but I feel like a normal girl.

“Alright,” I whisper and hand the painting over. “If you’re sure.”

He accepts the painting and holds it up, smiling at the curves on the paper. I wonder if he thinks the painting is of me?

“Quite an interesting lamp. Wouldn’t you agree?” Vulcan asks.

I frown. A lamp? He thinks that’s a lamp?!

Deroin chuckles. “You have an interesting perspective, king, but I believe this is a woman with a slim yet generous figure. It will be perfect for my bedroom wall.”

Vulcan’s face goes blank as he stares at the painting, and then he scans my body. His blank expression catches fire. With flared nostrils and gritted teeth, he says, “there’s been a misunderstanding. You must return the painting to me.”

Deroin chuckles. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible. A deal is a deal, King Vulcan.”

All hell breaks loose.

Vulcan throws his hands up, and a wall of gold comes up with a rumbling sound and rams Deroin in the chest, knocking him off his feet.

Footsteps rush as the auction members one outside to look at the commotion.

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