🔥The Alien King’s Mate part 18

KING VULCAN

I could feel the searing pain in my back down to my bones. Chipping away like it’s trying to reach my soul. The ten bloody lashes on my back write a message on my skin: Ten reasons why I’ll always protect Lilian.

Through the barbaric beating, I showed my family what they seemed to have forgotten: I bleed for what’s mine. My mate will never be messed with again. Because a slight against her is a slight against me. They’ll sooner punish me than lay a hand on her.

I lead Lilian to the master suite. A double-door room with too much space and gold to my linking. Ever since I banned gold, I’ve been stripping it from this room. Removing it from the doorknobs, window frames, chandelier.

I open the doors, the simple motion pulling my injury. I show no reaction.

Lilian takes a step inside, her eyes lingering on my bed. When I ascended to the throne, I removed the original bed and replaced it with a traditional one. A pile of furs on the floor. This is the way of my people.

My family line does not stretch back to kings and queens. We only recently ascended the throne a century and a half ago. Before that, we were one with the wilderness. Untouched. A nomadic people that lived off the land and depended on each other.

When I was young, I was trained to be king in the wilderness. My parents and siblings remained in the palace as my trainers made me connect with my roots.

“I’ve already called for a healer. He will be here soon.”

My voice startles Lilian. She looks away from the chandelier.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” I ask her. I’m more worried about my well-being than hers. Because I know that as soon as her small hands touch me, the pain in my back will be forgotten and the fire in my balls will take over.

She opens her mouth to reply, but there’s a knock that interrupts us.

I curse in Versai and open the door, taking the materials the healer brought and dismissing him.

I set everything on the table resting beside a window and I sit on the chair.

“This is disinfectant,” I say, pointing to the yellow powder. “You can use it for your hands. The white paste should cover my wounds, but don’t bother with the bandages.”

She nods and gets to work. I sit on the edge of the chair to expose my back, my knee anxiously bouncing. I look at it in disbelief. Me, a king, feeling anxious? It’s an inconceivable thought. I’ve faced a thousand threats in my journey as king but a human doesn’t compare to them.

Lilian’s gentle hands set on my shoulder, and my leg stops bouncing. Hot, electrifying bolts light up my nerves, traveling to my center. My cock awakens, and I have to drag a scroll from the desk to my lap to hide it.

After cleaning her hands, she gently dabs at my back with a bunched up bandange.

“You shouldn’t have done this. So stupid. So…”

Hearing her voice waver, I rise and grip her trembling hand. She’s biting her lip, looking at me angrily as her eyes tear.

“I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me,” she whispers.

“Pain is temporary,” I tell her. “But it can be used as a weapon to yield results. Don’t shed tears because of my decision. I don’t regret taking those lashes for you.”

She shakes her head. “It shouldn’t have happened but your family disapproves of me because they see the truth: I don’t belong. Don’t know the language or customs, don’t have any purpose. On Earth, I had a job. A calling. And I miss that so much.”

I tug her closer, wrapping my arms around her and rubbing my cheek across the crown of her head. My back aches as I have to bend down to reach her, but I ignore the pain. My brave, scared mate is opening up.

“I can teach you everything about Versai. I can make you feel like you belong. But you need to trust me.”

Slowly, she lifts her hands and sets them on my shoulders. “This mate bond terrifies me. It makes it hard to think. Hard to focus.”

“It heightens attraction,” I explain. “There is no reason to fear it. Embrace it, just like you will embrace the Versai culture.”

She makes a sound of frustration. “It’s easy for you to say.”

“I feel the same sexual frustrations, Lilian. The bond has been aggressive with me, too. But I’ve accepted that it’s not something to fear. That fleshy urges are natural. Like breathing. You must stop fighting them and instead focus on your emotional journey.”

I take one of her hands and set it on my abdomen. “Touch. Explore. There is nothing to fear or be ashamed of.”

She gingerly runs her fingertips across my abdomen, tracing my muscles. I force myself to stay still, sending a quick prayer to the gods for strength.

Our skin sizzles where it touches. A magical sensation I will never get used to.

Her fingertips reach my waistband and still. And right as I think she’ll retreat, she peeks at me with curiosity. That cursed little lip of hers is between her teeth, calling for me to suck it into my mouth. And her eyes show an impossible mix of innocence and mischievousness.

Even if we weren’t mates, my cock would be aching as much as it is now.

I reach for my pants and slowly pull them down my thighs, revealing my erect cock and heavy balls that feel like they’re boiling gold inside.

A gasp is ripped from Lilian’s throat as she studies my inches. “Why is there a tattoo on…” she trails off, reaching out to grip me.

I can’t restrain my groan. She flinches and looks at me, thinking she hurt me. She has no idea how much.

My cock pulses in her touch with echoes of my heart-beat. The poor little human can’t circle my girth in her hands.

She’s mesmerized, and I’m glad, although I would offer her my kingdom for just a few strokes of her smooth, warm hand.

She runs a finger across my base, studying the textures, imagining all the things my cock would do to her.

Then, it’s over too soon. She releases me, blushing like she realizes how long she had been studying me.

“There,” I say, my voice deeper than usual. I keep my pants at my thighs, knowing I won’t be able to pull them up while my painful erection is reaching for Lilian.

“Nothing to fear about flesh. It’s your feelings that you must focus on. The mate bond cannot rule them.”

She turns around and keeps her head low as she reaches for a bandage. Her voice is soft as she says, “I’ll have you know, alien king, that I fear your body more than ever. More than the things you do to my heart.”

I chuckle at this. Amused that she found my cock so pleasing and formidable.

“I am open to hitting this fear out of you. Let me know when I can bend you over my furs and beat it out of you thrust after thrust.”

She covers her face with her hands although she’s not facing me.  How Adorable.

“Enough! Sit down and let me cover your wounds!”

She’s even more adorable when she’s commanding her king. This is an offense only she can get away with.

“One last thing. I want to show you more of Versai. Give you tours.”

“But won’t we stand out and get recognized? You have gold horns and I’m… well, human,” she says, fussing with the materials to avoid facing me and the cock that refuses to be tamed.

“We will disguise ourselves.”

“Um… alright.”

My shoulders sag with relief, and my injuries pull again. This is a massive step in the right direction. She’s trusting me.

I will make her fall in love with our Kingdom, Versai. And I will make her fall in love with me.

Vulcan’s got a tattoo on his 🍆😤

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