I Need A New Wife
Alien 👾 King’s POV.
I turned into my human form. The party’s chroma-lights were dangling, different things were happening everywhere, but I wasn't looking.
Something must be wrong with me. I was angry at the sight of the sex happening at the party, and this wasn't right; this wasn't how I usually behaved.
I could have sex every minute of my life. In space, here, we were very much sex inclined. There was always an orgie, a sex party, even people having sex on the streets.
But today....I wasn't feeling it.
Everything changed after I took her. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Everything that happened keeps playing in my Neural Core: how innocent she looked standing right in front of me, how tight she felt when I pushed myself into her, her eyes, everything. My job is to make life a living hell for human women, punishing them for the mistake of their ancestors.
But Aurora was different.
“One more try” I whispered, grabbing my bio-luminescent purple shaft dick, trying to work it hard. It stayed soft until I pictured Aurora in my mind: her innocent look, her red, standing , heat-nips, her breasts resting on her thighs, and the moans escaping her mouth while my concubines were sucking her.
The images kept playing, making me think I would climax, but it failed. “Shit!” I hit the synth-steel table. I couldn’t satisfy myself even after everything that happened in my sex room.
“La ila la lu ca concubines”(Get me my favorite mistress!)”I yelled, annoyed. I need to satisfy my urges as an Alien King.
My messenger took the message and proceeded to call them. Maybe they could help take my mind away from this puny human!
In no time my two favorite mistresses came in, beautiful and stunning in their purple outfits. They were my favorites; they knew how to handle me. I sat down, fully in my human form.
One mistress, Mila, had her hand like an octopus-tentacle. She landed on my shoulder and moved to my chest, whispering seductive words.
But they weren't reaching me. My other favorite mistress, Martha, grabbed my slimy, multi-purple shaft, and nothing happened. She tried her best, working it up and down, but it wouldn't get hard. I was confused and furious. After she took it in her mouth and out, it still stayed the same.
“La pila (Leave me alone!)” I yelled out in frustration. “Something must be done! Get me a boy!” I ordered.
Yes, I was bisexual. Maybe the feeling of my dick in a boy's tight ass would make me feel excited!
“And tell Luna to get ready! I need another official wife from my mistresses since no one can satisfy me!" I yelled. "My other wives are too busy with governance activities or pregnant with child. They can't satisfy me sexually."
I was in my peak period of need but couldn't get relief. This was so strange and had never happened before; it was too sudden.
The little boy came. He was a red alien. He was short, 5'5, with full lips, a buzz cut, and chiseled abs. Just how I loved my boys. He was naked.
I loved the size of his dick.
“Hey, kid, do your job!” I ordered.
He went on his knees, his small lips pouting on my slimy, multi-purple shaft. I sighed, waiting for the satisfaction to come, but nothing did.
He continued to wrap his hand around my dick, flicking his tongue over it. It didn't get bigger or give me satisfaction. He tried everything possible, standing up to kiss my earlobe and chest, but nothing changed. It was all the same.
“Leave me, boy!” I screamed, sending him away.
The sex party was now completely boring. The music, the moaning sounds of the strippers, everything was annoying.
“Let us help you, King!” two girls said, giggling. I looked at them; they were naked, with large purple breasts. I gave them a chance.
“Change to human form!” I commanded, and the girls shifted, turning into young, petite humanoids with huge purple breasts and multi-colored, bio-nipples..
One stroked my shoulder, whispering words and flicking her tongue around my earlobes, but I felt no reaction. I was deeply confused. I wanted to satisfy myself, but I wasn't getting satisfied or feeling anything inside, just irritation.
The other lady took my multi-colored shaft in her mouth, but still, nothing happened. “Please, just let me be. Get the Luca now!” I requested.
Mila and Martha were seated on the ground. They didn't even mind me. They were discussing something about their kids. Something I didn't care about.
“Alert, alert! All official mistresses of the King should come forward. A challenge will begin to decide the Alien King’s wife, so get ready and prepared!” the Ship’s AI announced to everyone. The music stopped. My official concubines stood right in front of me, and there she was, standing among them.
Her. The one who confused me.
The first day I saw her in her father's house when I went hunting in the human kingdom, she was trouble, tempting, my Eve, and I decided to choose her. Now, she is about to ruin me without even trying.
Her eyes, her lips, her breasts, everything about her was forbidden. She was so hard to get off my mind; she was so tempting. Her innocence made it worse. She was so tight, and I fucking loved it. I wanted her to be mine, but that was a foolish thought. I still need revenge for my daughter.
I cleared my throat.
“Good day, everyone. As you all know, I need an official wife, and I will choose from you. Whoever can satisfy me will be my wife, and the challenge starts now. Everyone, strip your clothes!”
I could see how angry she was and her stubborn refusal to obey. I yelled again, “Everyone strip! To make this challenge easy, if you are not able to satisfy me, your life becomes a living hell!” I announced. There were murmurs. Instantly, everyone started stripping, knowing their survival depended on it.
My eyes went to her, and I suddenly felt something. Shaking off that feeling, “This challenge will be tough, and I want you all to prepare like your life depends on it!” I yelled, my words sending shivers through their bodies.
The massive room went absolutely silent, except for the frantic ripping of clothes. I let the fear hang heavy, savoring the moment. The smell of their terror, a metallic, sharp odor was almost as satisfying as getting what I wanted. They knew their failure meant my wrath.
I scanned the line of women, but my focus landed instantly on one.
Aurora stood completely still. She was the only one not rushing, the only one who didn't look away when my eyes met hers. Her simple clothes were still on. She stared back with a defiance that was both foolish and incredibly exciting. I felt that strange, tight pull deep inside me, the reaction only she could cause.
"You," I pointed, my voice hard as stone. "The one who thinks she is better than the rest. “Strip! Now!
Her lip curled in disgust. "I won't be paraded like these whores," she snapped, her voice surprisingly steady.
My control snapped. I didn't need her approval; I needed her surrender. “I am the King! You don’t refuse me! Guards! Prepare her! Tear the clothes from her body if you must, but she will stand naked and ready!”
The moment the guards moved, every instinct screamed at me to call them back. That dangerous weakness flared again. I fought it down, gripping the edge of the table until my knuckles turned white. I needed revenge. I needed absolute control. If she had broken my body, I would break her spirit. The challenge would proceed for the throne, but she was the only one who mattered. I would watch her suffer, and then, perhaps, this sickness of obsession would finally leave my mind.