“Oh, what should I get made? What does a queen wear?” I’m suddenly nervous againabout my new position.
“What does a queen wear? Whatever she wants, Opal.”
God damn, do I love this man. The door closes with a soft click, and I fall back asleep.
?KE’AIN
I don’t want to leave her at the old palace, nor do I ever want to leave her alone. But given our positions, we’ll need to be in different castles eventually. I feel safe leaving her with Al’frind, in any case. He’s been with me since the day I was born. There is only one other I trust as much as him—Gra’eth.
As I step into the cruiser, I say, “Make sure she’s safe, Al’frind. Call me if anything comes up.”
“The queen, and the king, will always be my priority,” he says as he clicks the silver door shut. “I know what she means to you, and you know what she means to me as my queen.”
I sigh and thank the goddess I have him. Even with the occasional snark and pomp that seems to come with his role, he’s always wanted the best for me. He’s like the father I always wanted.
I place my hand on the window glass as we pull away.
Just a few more hours, and I’ll be back in her arms. I don’t think I ever truly understood our people's mate bond until I felt it myself. Every atom inside my body calls to her. Every piece feels incomplete without that silly human woman.
?OPAL
I’m awake, but my eyes don’t want to open. They’re as heavy as a lead jacket. My arms and thighs ache as my recent adventures catch up with me. Who’d have thought a Kentucky gal like me would end up here?
I should get up, put on my big girl panties, and learn how to be a monarch—but goddamn, this bed is the best thing I’ve ever felt. I mean, besides Ke’ain’s tongue, fingers, and cock…
Oh no,I should be getting up… not getting off.Despite that though, my hand drifts between my legs.Well fuck, I might as well have a little self-care time, right?
I wish Ke’ain could have stayed a bit longer. I think about how good it felt to sit on his face as he worked my clit with his tongue. My hand presses into the wetness beading on my pussy. I dip my index finger deep and spread the slickness. I work the fingertip in slow, small circles at the part that aches the most.
My finger slips easily over my clit and sends sparks down to my toes.
God, I wish Ke’ain were here. He treats my pleasure like it’s a prize he gets for good behavior. Of all the planets in the universe I could have ended up on, I must have done something right to end up on this one with him.
I pluck at my clit in a tragic attempt to recreate his glorious sucker. It’s no substitute, so I switch tactics.
I wet my hand again and pull back my folds with the other. I stroke my fingers quickly over the engorged bud, imagining my big gray husband taking my nipple greedily into his mouth.
My pace becomes frantic as I work my hand faster still, my legs and ass tightening as I approach the crest.
I feel my pussy pulse as I finally hit the summit, its muscles contracting in waves of pleasure as I palm the sensitive nerves and try my best to ride out the orgasm as it rockets through my body.
What I wouldn’t give to have Ke’ain lick my hand and tell me I’m a good girl.
I slow the pace of my breathing and wipe my hand on my stomach. I don’t know how much this mattress cost, but it feels wrong to wipe my cum on it. This shit feels expensive.
So here I lay, Opal, queen of forethought, realizing I have no idea where the bathroom or my clothing might be. I guess my pussy literally comes first, right?
I wrap the blanket tightly around my body and make my way toward the door. It takes more muscles than I want to admit to move it. The giant black stone door doesn’t want to open, but I get it eventually.
I peek into the hallway, and Al’frind’s stiffly buttoned suit jacket immediately greets me.. His chest practically stops my nose.
“Oh hi, Al’frind!, I don’t have any clothing…do you know where I might get some? I know the tailors are coming soon, but I—”
I look at his face, and his mouth is twisted into a painted frown. His eyes are wet with tears that threaten to spill.
“Milady, close the door,” he whispers through gritted teeth. His face is taut with fear.
I reach for his shoulder and realize his hands are behind his back.
