Short Victory
ALIEN KING KARN'S POV
"To the blood of our enemies!" I roared, slamming my golden goblet onto the table.
The banquet hall went wild. My men were out of their seats, clashing swords against shields. "To the Alien King!" they hollered. "To the one who turned the Prince into stardust!"
I laughed, the blue wine staining my lips. "Kraye is a coward!" I shouted over the noise. "He ran back to his father like a beaten dog. Tonight, we drink until the stars go out!"
“He would never touch what belongs to us again, never!!"
The whole crowd was in a frenzy. This was a victory celebration. I also used this opportunity to gather enemies of Karn and Vrax.
A man with a potbelly, one of Vrax's biggest haters, stood up to make a speech. He was the intergalactic immigration officer. He made sure that people crossed planets without carrying contrabands. He also made sure that people registered and did not sneak into planets easily.
"I want to say, Prince Vrax," he staggered while holding up a golden goblet of wine. He had drank too much and was drunk but would not stop! "May his soul rest in pieces!!"
Laughter erupted from the crowd and people clapped for him.
"May his golden dick," the potbellied man continued, "the one he uses to give people's wives orgasms and may his tiny lips, the one he uses to lick people's wives pussies, making them not to enjoy their husbands dicks. The same mouth he used to turn my beloved last wife into a chronic cheater. The tongue he used...to make our wives question our bedroom skills, may the maggots from the sun, moon and stars condemn them!!"
"Yeah!!"
"Aye!"
I thought the man would sit but it seemed he wasn't even close to being done. "My wife must have heard about the news. Before I came here, I called her into my quarters and her eyes were red."
People laughed. Now that was funny. Was this man a comedian?
He adjusted, leaning his weight against the table. "I told her that her lover her died and she would have no one to use a miraculous tongue to finger her anymore."
"Nice one!"
"Ha ha!!" The crowd cheered on. Happily anticipating the rest of the story.
"I made her to go on my knees and suck my dick. When I was done, I fucked her with my two inch penis, not caring if she enjoyed it or not!! Then I walked away from the room, giving her time to grieve!!" He finished his story and he sat down. The crowd cheered again, with young aliens calling him a man.
"Sire, you haven't touched your meat," my General said, leaning in with a smirk. "Is the victory not sweet enough?"
"The victory is fine, General," I said, standing up so fast my chair skidded back. "But I have a different kind of hunger tonight. Keep the wine flowing. I’m going to check on the human."
I strode out of the hall, my boots echoing in the quiet corridors. As I walked, I focused on my skin. I felt the scales smooth over and my face soften until I was in my handsome purple human form. I reached my bedroom door and my hand hesitated on the lock. The scent hitting me was overpowering, sweet, hot, and heavy.
I swiped the lock. The door slid open, and the sound of the mating show hit me instantly, low moans and the wet, rhythmic slapping of bodies on the screen.
"Aurora?" I called out, my voice rough. "I'm back. Stop hiding."
The room was dim, glowing with purple light. I walked to the bed and stopped dead. My heart nearly skipped a beat. She was sprawled out on the furs, completely naked and dripping in that gold oil. Her skin was a dark, feverish pink.
"Aurora?" I sat on the edge of the mattress. I touched her arm and nearly hissed. "God, you're burning up. Aurora, wake up!"
She didn't move. She just moaned in her sleep, her head rolling to the side. I looked down and saw her pussy, it was bright red, swollen, and leaking a thick, clear fluid that soaked the furs. The crystal bottle was lying right between her thighs, covered in her juices.
"What the hell did you do to yourself?" I whispered. I touched the fluid with my fingers. It was thick and stringy. "This scent... it's not normal."
The ship finally touched down on my home planet with a heavy thud. I carried her out, wrapped in a sheet, and went straight to my private library. I needed to know what was happening. I pulled out a human device I had hidden in my desk, a smartphone I had scavenged. I had promised myself I would never use their "apps," but I was desperate.
I opened the browser. My fingers were shaking as I bypassed the maps and clicked on the search bar. "Google," I muttered, feeling like a traitor to my race. I typed in:
Human girl fever leaking fluid and obsessed with sex.
I scrolled through the results until I hit a medical file that made my blood turn to fire: The Heat Cycle.
"The Heat?" I read the screen out loud. "Triggered by high-potency alien pheromones... the female body becomes desperate for a mate... if the itch is not satisfied by the male’s seed, the system collapses."
I dropped the phone on the desk. My thirteen-inch dick throbbed so hard against my thigh it felt like it was going to tear through my pants.
"It’s me," I said to the empty room. "My scent did this to her. I'm the one who put her in this hell."
But I knew what this meant in my world. The "Heat" only happened with a true Mate. It was the Bond. I wasn't just a kidnapper anymore; I was her other half. Could a human really be my fated mate?
I walked back to her, my heart thumping. "I'm right here, Aurora," I growled. "The internet says I'm the only medicine that works. And I'm about to give you a very large dose."