Alien Surrogacy 5: The Alien King's Bride (An Alien Erotica Romance) Read online

  “You’re perfect,” he said as he leaned forward, peppering her body with light kisses.

  She guided his head downwards, but he didn’t need any extra encouragement. As soon as he realized what she wanted, he buried his head between her thighs, spreading her legs wide with his arms.

  She could feel his warm breath against her sensitive skin, and she held her breath in anticipation.

  She panted as his tongue flicked against her clit, thrumming quickly back and forth.

  She dug her fingernails into the mattress at the sensation.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  In response, Fezren went faster.

  Jen shrieked as she suddenly climaxed.

  Fezren eagerly lapped up her juices, poking his long tongue inside of her.

  The bed creaked as he pushed up his torso, moving into a kneeling position to lower his pants.

  His dick sprang out, hard and ready. He leaned forward, covering her body with his own.

  Jen let out a low moan as Fezren started to push his way inside her slick pussy. Their bodies fit together perfectly. It just felt so right to be back in Fezren’s arms.

  He started to move, rocking his hips back and forth slowly. With every stroke, his long cock filled her completely.

  Jen let out a murmur of contentment with each thrust, as his slow, deliberate movements drove him deep inside her.

  They made love languidly, with no thought for anything in the world but the two of them.

  The bed creaked, matching Fezren thrust for thrust.

  Jen gasped in pleasure as Fezren, unable to hold back anymore, plowed faster into Jen’s willing cunt.

  The sounds of sex filled the air, with his balls slapping against her with every movement.

  Fezren let out a grunt as he came, driving himself deeper inside her and filling her with his seed.

  He collapsed onto the bed, still inside her, and flipped Jen and himself over so that she was on top of him in a riding position. She bent forward, laying on his chest in a hug. She could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

  They embraced as his spent cock grew limp inside her.

  The sky outside grew lighter as night came, bringing with it the thirty-seven Elendaman moons.

  Another jolt of pleasure ran through Jen’s body as Fezren made a few more half-hearted thrusts, driving his cum deeper inside her wet cunt.

  He withdrew, carefully lifting Jen’s still weak body carefully off him and laying her down beside him.

  “I have to go, honey,” he said, frowning slightly. “I have a meeting with a visitor I hope to borrow money from. Not many people are willing to invest in this planet anymore, so it’s important to make a good impression. The longer I make him wait, the angrier he’ll be.”

  “I’ll see you later,” Jen said.

  “Oh! I almost forgot! I have something for you,” he said.

  “A present?” Jen asked eagerly.

  “Yes. Here.” He handed her a small, rounded object. He pushed a button and it started to glow.

  “Axwl waysh vas pais youroud,” he said.

  Jen watched in astonishment as words began to appear on the screen.

  This will translate anything people say in Ralian into English so that you can understand.

  “Does it translate from English into Ralian too?” Jen asked.

  Her question was answered when several nonsensical words replaced the English on the screen.

  “Wow, thank you Fezren!”

  “You’re welcome. I have to go. Bye,” he said, giving her a quick kiss. “Love you.”

  Jen noticed the way her heart beat faster whenever he said that.

  *****

  The wedding ceremony was like nothing Jen had ever experienced before. Jen and Fezren stood, holding hands, as their guests surrounded them in a large circle. Then they began to chant, accompanied by drums and a strange twanging instrument unfamiliar to her. The chanting was a low, ancient song that raised the hairs on Jen’s arms.

  She had never heard it before, but it seemed that in her bones she knew it. The chanting grew more musical, and gradually became higher pitched, until it was just the women singing a capella.

  Despite the fact that Jen had no idea what any of the words meant, she found herself being moved to tears.

  The women were singing so soulfully, so beautifully. She hoped that someday she would be able to understand the traditional Ralian song.

  Jen looked around at the other guests, the masses that surrounded the circle of invited guests.

  As a royal ceremony, all Ralians had the right to be there. Many had taken up that offer, eager to get a glimpse of the strange foreigner that had freed their ruler and captured his heart.

  There were more guards present than had ever been at a single event in Elendaman history. Fezren hadn’t wanted to take any chances, knowing that there was somebody out there who wanted Jen dead. They suspected it was Mali, angry about being cheated out of a slave prince and a baby.

  It would be so easy for an assassin to be hidden in the crowd, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

  There was definitely a sense of relief when they retreated to the invitation-only after party.

  As Fezren was dragged away by his best friend, Jen realized just how alone she was.

  Except for Fezren, she didn’t recognize anybody. She had met his mother briefly, but the thought of having a conversation with her without Fezren there horrified her. The two women had nothing in common, and it was clear that his mother blamed her for Fezren’s disregard of tradition and propriety.

  Trying to not let anybody see how awkward she felt, Jen slunk over to the drinks table. Her digestion system was different to that of the Ralian people - most of the food Ralians ate was poisonous to her.

  Jen had her own food and drinks station at the party. She felt even more isolated than she had before, getting a drink alone while several Ralians chatted happily as they grabbed drinks from their own drinks table. One of them laughed, lightly hitting one of the others on the arm.

  Jen’s gut twisted. She hadn’t realized how much she’d been giving up when she’d agreed to move to another planet.

  What if she never found friends? Nobody had come up to introduce themselves. Instead they all hung back, watching her out of the corner of their eyes.

  It was then that she saw Fezren’s familiar head bobbing towards her as he weaved his way through the crowd.

  “Jen! Come over here! I’ll introduce you to some people,” he said enthusiastically.

  Jen was grateful for how eager he was to show her his world. It was clear from his choices that he was deliberately seeking out people he thought she would have something in common with.

  First, he introduced her to one of his cousins, a pleasant-faced youth who had a passion for old human movies - as he said, “back in the centuries before special effects ruined everything.” Jen got lost in the conversation when he started spewing made up, nonsensical words, like “Brangelina” and “selfie”.

  Then a new mother, who was cradling her son in her arms. “This is my sister Yara’s friend. Her baby and ours were born at the same time. I thought you two could maybe have a few playdates for the kids and get to know each other.”

  The woman’s pointed ears were more subtle than the rest of the Ralians, and she was a bit taller too.

  If Jen had to guess, she’d say that Yara wasn’t a full-blooded Ralian either. The fact that mixed-race relationships seemed to be acceptable made her feel relieved.

  Yara seemed like a friendly person, Jen noted optimistically. She would like to be friends with the woman.

  Next up was one of his ‘old friends’ - whatever that meant - a female alien with striking purple hair. Jen wondered if she dyed it.

  “This is Freyna,” he said. “You two are around the same age, but you grew up on different planets. Isn’t that interesting? You should compare notes, see the differences in your lives.”

  “It’s l
ovely to meet you, Jen.” Freyna’s cold smile gave everything away. The alien noblewoman loved Fezren and was bitterly jealous of Jen. “I’ve been wanting to see the woman so fantastic that she made the King willing to ignore tradition. I must say, I’m surprised it’s you.”

  Jen ignored the acid in the woman’s tone.

  Fezren didn’t. “That’s a rude thing to say. Don’t speak to your Queen like that,” he said, shooting her a glare.

  “Was it? I didn’t know. Do forgive me, Human is not my first language.”

  Fezren accepted the answer without further question, but Jen stared at the alien woman, trying to detect whether she was telling the truth or not.

  The woman’s face gave away nothing.

  “I’ll see you around, Jen. I hope we can be great friends.” Her lips curved into a sweet smile, but Jen didn’t buy it. This woman wanted to be Fezren’s wife, not befriend his wife. She watched the woman disappear into the crowd.

  Someone else approached… she thought it was Fezren’s best friend, but wasn’t quite sure. She found it difficult to tell some Ralians apart. The man spoke to Fezren in rapid-fire Ralian.

  Fezren turned to her and shot her an apologetic look. “I have to go take part in the fire ceremony. I’ll be back as soon as I can, promise.”

  Once again Jen was alone. She was grateful for the opportunity to get some fresh air. She headed deeper into the palace gardens, away from the crowds. She turned the corner, walking in the shadows to avoid anybody noticing her.

  She jumped when a shriek pierced the air, and her head darted around to try and find the source of the noise. The sound repeated itself, and she noticed two aliens fucking in one of the garden beds. The woman alternated between gyrating her hips and bouncing as she rode her partner, his cock disappearing inside her pussy.

  Jen kept on walking, in the pursuit of silence.

  As the couple went out of earshot, she noticed another set of voices in a heated discussion. Curiosity overcoming her, she crept up, hiding in the bushes.

  They were speaking in Ralian, so Jen couldn’t understand a single word.

  She pulled out the translator that Fezren had given her and pushed the button. She watched the screen as it began to translate the conversation.

  “She’s so smug! I hate her, Daddy.”

  “I know. It’s okay. I’ll send another one. Then another one. And we won’t stop until they get her and she’s dead. I’ll get you your throne if it kills me.”

  They were talking about her, she realized. They were talking about killing her!

  She craned her neck, trying to see who was talking.

  Freyna! Jen felt a rush of triumph. She was right! There had been something off about Freyna!

  She needed to go tell Fezren. She carefully began to creep away, suddenly very aware of the danger she was in.

  Nobody knew where she had gone, and she was in the woods with two people who wanted her dead.

  Every step was a calculated move. She thoroughly checked for leaves, twigs, and rikada beetles, an insect that screamed when stepped on. The minutes it took for Jen to get back to the party felt like hours.

  *****

  Fezren was laughing and drinking with a group of Ralians, still enjoying the festivities.

  She felt bad being the one to ruin his evening.

  He looked up at her approach, his eyes zeroing in on her panicked expression, the dirt on her dress, and the twigs in her hair.

  “What happened?” He immediately began striding towards her, pulling her to the side so she could talk with him in private. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I just went for a walk in the gardens, and I heard Freyna talking with somebody - I think it’s her father? They were discussing how to kill me.” Jen congratulated herself for how calm she sounded. Nobody else at the party had noticed that anything was wrong.

  “Did they see you?”

  “No. They didn’t realize anybody was there.”

  “Good,” Fezren said, seeming to come to a decision. “They won’t try anything tonight,” he said. “There are too many guards. I know it’s difficult, but try to not let this ruin your night. This is our wedding. I want you to enjoy it. Why don’t you find Yara? She’s a lovely girl. I’ll make the guards aware of the situation.”

  Jen spent the rest of her night mingling with her new friends, but as hard as she tried, couldn’t get Freyna and her father out of the back of her mind.

  *****

  By the time the party started winding down, it was very late. Ralia’s moons lit up the night sky, and Jen stared at them in wonder.

  She felt a pair of arms wrap around her as someone grabbed her from behind. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Fezren’s low voice murmured in her ear.

  “They’re amazing,” Jen agreed, loving the feel of his body pressing against her own.

  “You know what’s even more beautiful?”

  Jen turned around to face him, raising an eyebrow at the old line.

  “You know what? I can’t say it. It’s too corny,” he chuckled.

  Jen giggled.

  “What do you say we retire back to our room?” Fezren suggested.

  “I’d say that sounds like a very good idea,” replied Jen. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, but he caught her head with his hand, keeping her head there as he deepened the kiss.

  Their lovemaking was slow and passionate. They explored every inch of each other’s bodies, with Fezren gently pumping in and out of her slick pussy.

  As they looked into each others’ eyes intensely, Jen felt as if their souls were connected. Fezren thrust forward, emptying himself inside her.

  As they drifted off to sleep in each others’ arms, she wondered if they had made another baby.

  *****

  As soon as day broke the next morning, all the nobles in the capital city were summoned to the throne room.

  “Step forward, Lord Razdan,” Fezren ordered, looking regal on his throne.

  A slightly portly, well-dressed alien walked forward.

  Fezren looked to Jen, who was standing off to the right. “Is this the man you saw?” He spoke in a whisper.

  Jen nodded.

  “Your Highness, I’m confused,” Lord Razdan said. “Why have I been summoned at such an early hour?”

  “Freyna Razdan, you may step forward too,” Fezren said, ignoring the question.

  The young woman stepped forward, a mischievous glint in her eye.

  Jen noticed the way her dress glimmered as she walked. Freyna had clearly chosen one of her most expensive, fancy, dresses for this morning. It looked almost regal, as did her heavy make-up. She looked more like a Queen than Jen did, even though Jen was the one wearing the tiara.

  The alien woman had a triumphant glint in her eye, as did her father.

  Jen suddenly realized what they thought was going on. The Razdan family thought that Fezren had not enjoyed his wedding night, and decided to marry Freyna instead. They were about to have a very unpleasant surprise.

  “You are accused of conspiracy and treason. How do you plead?”

  A look of pure shock came over Lord Razdan’s face. “Excuse me?”

  “You and your daughter conspired to assassinate my wife, the Queen.”

  Jen’s heart beat faster when she heard Fezren refer to her as his wife.

  “Your Highness, you have been given incorrect information. The Razdans have supported your family for thousands of years! Whoever told you that garbage is the real traitor.”

  “And now you accuse the Queen of lying?”

  “No. I mean… of course not. Maybe she just misunderstood. She’s a simple human, after all.”

  “She didn’t misunderstand,” Fezren said, defending Jen.

  “Fine. Maybe we did discuss the idea, in passing. But we had a justified reason, Your Majesty!”

  “You had a justified reason to try to murder the woman I love?” Fezren asked contemptuously.

  “Yes! Our planet is recov
ering from a war! And you marry a foreigner? We need unity, not outsiders. Freyna is what this planet needs! She would be a good Queen. Please consider it, Your Highness. Your Earthling whore offers nothing. She has no money, no army, no political experience. She’s worthless.”

  Fezren held up a hand and the man fell silent.

  “Enough talk,” he said. “I have made my decision. Lord Razdan, I sentence you to death for treason.”

  “No, Your Majesty, please! I beg you to underst-”

  Fezren’s eyes flashed black, and beams shot out of them, hitting Lord Razdan. The Lord started screaming in agony as his body slowly disappeared.

  First, his hands vanished, followed by his arms. Next were his feet, forcing the Ralian man onto his knees.

  He writhed around, crying hysterically.

  Fezren watched, unmoving, his face a blank slate.

  Soon, there was nothing left but a pile of clothes.

  Fezren turned his gaze onto Freyna, who was standing next to her father’s belongings. The purple-haired woman shrieked as she cowered away from Fezren. “Please! No! I didn’t mean to, it was all his idea!”

  “I’m not going to kill you,” he said.

  A smirk appeared on the girl’s face.

  “But you are no longer welcome to live on this planet,” Fezren continued.

  The smirk disappeared.

  “You are hereby exiled from Ralia. You have two days to collect your belongings and say goodbye. If you are sighted after this time, we will show you no mercy.”

  “Yes, Your Highness. Thank you, your Majesty!” Freyna scuttled off, avoiding eye contact.

  Fezren stormed out of the room, leaving Jen and the nobles in stunned silence.

  *****

  That night, Fezren didn’t come to their room.

  The next morning, Jen sought him out, asking countless staff where he was. Finally, one knew the answer.

  “He’s in his study, Your Majesty,” the nervous servant squeaked.

  “And where is that?”

  The servant told her, and Jen made her way down the long corridor, carrying Baby. The side of Fezren she saw yesterday had scared her - she had never seen him in such a foul mood before. And that thing he had done with his eyes was crazy! She had never seen anything like that before.