The Alien King’s Prey (Royal Aliens 1)

Archon had tried to violate her. He had destroyed her family. She could not hate anything or anyone as much as she hated him. And she would never rest until her people were free of his alleged rule.

She felt someone behind her as she ascended the stairs. As soon as she was in her room, she would bolt the door securely and be safe. The trip there was the most dangerous part. If she was caught on the stairs. Nobody would notice her screaming amid the general carousing of the pub.

“Where are you going?”

The words came from a stranger who appeared at the top of the stairs ahead of her. Iris felt the presence behind her turn and bugger off fairly quickly. Whatever minor predator had decided to follow her up from the bar gave way to the bigger one at the head of the stairs.

She could not see much of the figure. It was dark up there. Someone had put the lights out deliberately, she thought. Her instincts and basic common sense told her this was bad news. She turned around to go back down to the pub, but a hand reached out from the cloak, and took hold of her, dragging her into her room faster than she could scream.

She struggled and fought, but the stranger was far stronger than her, and as it turned out, infinitely taller. He had been hunched over the entire time, apparently hiding his height.

The moment they were in the room and he had used the bolts which were supposed to keep her safe to trap her inside, he threw the cloak from his shoulders with a dramatic swirl.

“YOU!”

The word burst out of Iris with all the power of a curse. For some bizarre reason she could not understand, she was almost relieved to see that it was not a random robber.

It was the monster. Archon. The alien king himself had followed her to the remote tavern in the wilderness and apparently sat and listened to everything she had said over the last hour.

She blushed, embarrassed though she had no reason to be. Every word out of her mouth had been the truth. Still, it was a little awkward to be caught in the act of rebellion.

He could have done anything. He could have set the building alight with her and everyone else inside. But instead he’d chosen to sit among the people, listen to her, and then capture her up in her room where nobody would hear her scream.

There was some strange mercy in his actions, or perhaps he was waiting to exact a cruel private revenge. Those blue glittering eyes did not give away any of his secrets as they drank her in with dark rimmed satisfaction.

“They said I wouldn’t be able to find you,” he said conversationally. "That your trail was too random, that you were too small and insignificant to be worth my time.”

“So why did you bother?”

“You have been telling tales about me,” the king smirked. “And you stabbed me.”

“You were trying to fuck me,” she hissed. “You deserved to be stabbed. You’re nothing more than a filthy murderer. I am going to make sure that everybody knows it, even if I have to tell each and every person on this planet individually.”

“If only there were some means to communicate in a wider way, some sort of net of communication which every human could access via a shining stone,” the king mused, a dimple on his cheek indicating some kind of reckless mischief Iris did not understand, and was not interested in understanding.

In spite of her brave words and stance, Iris was deeply afraid of this creature, for he was not a man, and certainly barely a king. The last time they had been in touching distance, he had tried to ravage her. She did not think the stabbing trick would work twice.

“What are you going to do? Kill me? Ravage me?”

“Seduce you,” Archon smiled, his face transformed with rakish charm.

Iris let out a choking laugh of disbelief. This king was as delusional as he was handsome.

“I would never let you seduce me after what you did. You killed my father. You slew my brothers. You destroyed my mother, and all my extended family besides.”

The king folded his arms over his broad, scaled chest. Did he ever wear a shirt? She was thoroughly distracted by the bulging of his musculature, and the way he looked at her. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was the most evil creature she had ever encountered, Iris would have given herself to him without question. She could still remember the way his cock felt against her pussy, how big and thick and hard it was, impossibly alien and yet somehow designed to fit inside her anyway.

“What if I told you that I did not take a single life that day. Every single one of your family members is safe somewhere they cannot cause any more trouble. You are the last one left, and once I have thoroughly fucked you, you will be going to join them in captivity.”