I crack open the lid and sparkling light hits one of the most brilliant emeralds I’ve ever seen. It’s set into a bracelet made of the tiniest little black links. I assumed they would be metal given their size, but on closer inspection, they are made of the same stone as the box.
“It’s beautiful, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, ma’am.” He smirks before assuming his normal stiff posture. "I gave it to Ke'ain's mother the day he was born; it was my mate's bracelet before that."
I pull the bracelet to my chest, my eyes watering.
“Promise me you’ll take good care of him. I won’t be here forever to keep him out of harm's way,” the regal fi'len says.
“I’ll do my best,” I whisper. “You really love him, don’t you, Al’frind?”
“He came into this world the day after my mate died.” He frowns. “A horrible virus swept the planet, and unfortunately, Jas’yrn and our unborn child didn’t survive.”
His voice might not reflect sadness, but I know self-preservation when I see it. After my parents died, sometimes numbness was the easier option.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Ke’ain gave me something to live for when I didn’t think I could go on. It’s been my most humble honor to be his butler, his teacher.”
I stand and open my arms to the kind alien.
“Now, that wouldn’t be proper, madam. I’ll see you both after the wedding.” The fi’len leaves the room without giving me time to respond.
I slip the bracelet over my wrist, and the links shrink to fit my much smaller proportions.
I will treasure this gift.
?KE’AIN
I didn’t know what my mate would look like. I would dream of meeting her. I’d think of how she was built for me. I’d know true happiness when I came inside her perfect cunt. I’d wax poetic on her features, how she was the most beautiful mate I’d ever seen. Then I would wake up, and not be able to recall my dream mate in my mind's eye.
It’s a good thing I can’t remember, because nothing would compare to the beauty who stands before me. Opal's pink form fills out the ceremonial gown in ways a fi’len woman could never. The curves of her body, the softness and warmth of her midsection, and the swollen pillows of her breasts tipped with a darker pink nipple. My mouth waters as I imagine myself taking her nipple between my lips in the temple. How it will be no challenge to complete our wedding ceremony.
“You’re...you’re...” I don’t know what words I could say to convey how beautiful she is as she stands before me.
“Do I look alright, babe?” Opal does a little spin, as if to show off her green robe.
“I can’t believe you’re mine forever.” I walk toward her, tipping her chin up to my lips with a finger.
She pushes to her tiptoes and kisses me softly.
“I feel like I’m getting the better end of the deal there, bud. You sure it’s alright—this doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?” She runs her hands up her hips and grins playfully. “You know, I would have thought your religion would be a bit more conservative.”
“You have nothing to be ashamed about. Your body is beautiful,” I say proudly.
“Ke’ain, I figured you’d think I had it going on when you walked through here in a sheer robe too.” She laughs, taking her hand and dragging it against the sensitive flesh of my cock. “I can even see my favorite sucker.” She winks as she pinches her favorite thing.
I, King of Sontafrul 6, moan in a way unbecoming of a king.
“The monarchy is conservative, but our religion celebrates the fi'len form,” I say, trying to regain my composure.
“Think they could be alright with the human form?”
“They’ll be jealous of that perfect form, if anything.” I smile and kiss her again.
“Let’s save it for tonight, big boy. I can even play a born again virgin if you want.” Opal pushes on my chest and waggles her brows at me.
“Why would I want you to pretend to be a virgin?” I’m dumbfounded at her suggestion.
