Ancientt (Elaine Waters)

The Alien King’s Mate part 22

Added 2023-08-25 04:47:22 +0000 UTC

KING VULCAN

These Earth Coupons are more valuable than gold.

I pace Lilian’s room as she rummages through her closet for a change of clothes. If I knew she took these pieces of paper so seriously, I would have seduced her with them a long time ago.

But at least I’m getting somewhere.

“Alright,” she says, emerging from the closet that she sleeps in.

She shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor, but I won’t push this matter. A king must be strategic. I must touch her and say the right words until she falls into my arms. And once she does, I’ll carry her to my bed and keep her there.

She stares at me warily. She hugs a bundle of clothes to her chest and reconsiders the plan.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.”

But I will suck, lick, and slurp.

Gods, my cock is harder than a brick of gold. Lilian doesn’t even have to do anything to get me wound up. Her small figure is enough. It calls for my body to dominate it.

“Let’s go, but you’re keeping your underwear on. And this is the last coupon you’ll get from me.”

I chuckle. “Why so shy? You’ve already caressed my cock and got familiar with it.”

“Vulcan,” she hisses.

I chuckle. There are still some secrets about my body that haven’t been revealed, but I’ll save them for later. I want to see my queen’s eyes widen with surprise when my cock starts vibrating inside her.

As I lead her to the bathhouse, she asks, “Do you often bathe with your family? You said it’s a social activity.”

“I do,” I reply.

“In the nude?”

“Yes. It’s just my brothers and me. We do not care about nudity. The genders typically bathe separately.”

“So is it inappropriate if we bathe together?”

I glance at her. “No, because you are my wife.”

The hold on her clothes tightens, and she avoids my gaze.

I push the bathhouse doors open. The water is warm and clean. I keep my back turned to Lilian as I pour fruity-scented soap into the water. Then, I set the glass back on the tray and strip off my clothes until I only wear black boxers.

“Your back…” Lilian whispers.

I turn to face her, and her gaze falls to my chest. She scans my abdomen—not with concern, but admiration.

“Lilian…” I growl a warning.

Her eyes widen and fasten on mine as she remembers what surprised her in the first place. “What happened to your injuries? They look so much better.”

“Fast healing,” I reply. “I told you not to worry about it.”

Her eyes flicker from my chest to my face. Desire roars inside me, and filthy visions take over. I want to fuck her in the pool. Lick the soap suds off her pussy. Do so many dirty things to her that no bath will ever cleanse her.

I force myself into the pool, hoping that the warm water will calm my tense muscles and hard cock. It doesn’t work.

Lilian undresses and reveals a knee-length silk night dress. Her breasts are bound underneath.

“That’s a lovely nightgown. Why not take it off? Wouldn’t want to ruin it.”

She glares at me. “I’m afraid you have no coupons for that benefit.”

I extend my hand, welcoming her into the bubbling pool of red water. She grasps my hand, her fingers clammy. Her gold-colored nightgown darkens as she steps into the water. She shudders as if the water is cold, and practically disappears as she sits beside me. Such a small thing.

Her nightgown is soaked and plastered against her cleavage. It takes all my strength to avoid staring.

“I find it very endearing how you love little bits of paper. Another woman would have asked for dresses, crowns, and an entourage of servants, but the only thing you have asked for is coupons and a tutor.”

She shrugs. “Don’t want your sister to send me any more pyrite.”

I chuckle. “You even avoid the luxurious bed and sleep in a closet.”

“It’s a comfortable closet!”

I reach out to wipe a bubble from her cheek. Before I touch her, her skin reddens and the bubble pops. So fucking precious.

“You can ask me for luxuries. You know this, right?”

“I—I’m not like that. I don’t need comforts.”

I lay my palm flat so she can look at it. “But every queen needs a crown. I cannot deny you that.”

My palm glows with a warm light as my gold surges forward, swirling in my veins. It has been so long since I felt this sensation.

Lilian gasps when a ball of gold the size of my fist appears. I mold the ball, expanding it to a ring and lining it with ridges.

“But gold is forbidden,” Lilian whispers while staring at my hand in fascination.

She’s right. Forging gold is forbidden in my kingdom. I banned it. But for Lilian, I’ll break my own rules. I’ll take a whipping for her any day.

When the small golden crown is fully forged, I set it on top of Lilian’s head. She stares at me, wide-eyed.

“It’s heavy,” she whispers in amazement.

I smile. “That’s solid gold, not pyrite.”

“When was the last time you used gold?” She asks, reaching for the crown atop her head.

I shrug. “It has been years. I forgot how thrilling it is to summon the element. I think that’s why you’re so striking. When I touch you, I get some of that feeling back. It’s like my body recognizes you as gold.”

She takes the crown and holds it. “Thank you for showing me. You can take this back.”

“It’s yours,” I counter. “Besides, once gold has been forged from the hands, it cannot be reabsorbed or dismantled. That's why so much of the planet has been destroyed. Covered in gold."

“I see,” she says. “And what’s the punishment for forging gold?

Whipping. Jail. Terrible things I’m not proud of ordering.

“A kiss,” I reply. “Why don’t you punish me?”

She leans in without hesitation, bringing her lips closer. My heart rages in my chest, and my fingertips tingle with gold.

Lilian is inches away when she swings a hand and splashes me in the face. She rushes away with a muffled laugh. I growl and jump after her, wrapping my arms around her slim waist and hugging her. My eyes burn from the soap, but I don’t dare to blink as I stare at a laughing Lilian. I commit her to memory. The curve of her smooth neck, the dimples in her cheeks, the sound of her laughter. I’m tempted to forge a golden statue of her.

She lowers her head when she notices my stare, letting her hair drape over her face. I shift her so she’s sitting across my lap with her head tucked against my chest. I run my hand down her waist and thigh, enjoying the feel of the silk and her curves.

I’m burning for more, but this will have to suffice for now.

She’s completely relaxed in my embrace. I look down and find her eyes tracing my abdomen. I take her hand and set it on my chest. “Touch me. It’s only fair.”

It takes a few seconds for her to relax her fist and trace my muscles with an index finger.

Her nipples have hardened, and my cock is aching between my thighs. But all we do is caress each other and bathe in a pool of luxurious soap and hellfire desire.