Alien's Bride 1-3 (42 page)

“My gods you’re huge!
 
How tall are you?
 
Ramy, go stand next to her.”

A red-head who looked much younger than the prince stood at my side while gawking at me.
 

“You barely reach her shoulder!”

The red-head looked amazed.
 

“How would I ever fuck you?” the prince said.
 
“Get on a step stool?”

I blinked a few times and took in the situation in full.
 
I was in a hunting parlor where the prince was drinking and cavorting with two friends.
 
They’d brought me in for their entertainment.
 
That was all.

And yet—I was still going to make the best of the opportunity.
 
Who cares if he was an oaf?
 
All I wanted was his wealth.

“It’s nice to meet you, Prince Riffzer.
 
Kindly excuse my clothes.
 
My dress was stolen by pixies and—“

“Stolen by pixies!”
 

He and Ramy roared with laughter.

I sealed my lips.
 
My face had to be red as an apple now.
 
Leave.
 
Get your dress.
 
Go home.
 
Start over tomorrow.

He stopped laughing and wiped his lip on his sleeve.
 
“No, it’s fine, sweetness.
 
You’ve got a nice body.
 
You go right ahead and show it off.
 
You want me to marry you, don’t you?”

My brow rose.
 
I didn’t know what to say.

He made a circle in the air with his finger.
 
“Spin around there, sweetness.
 
Let me have a look at your ass.”

It felt like bugs were crawling under my skin, but I obeyed.
 
I tried to accept this as a good sign.
 
I was too repulsed.

“Mm, you’re a plump little thing, ain’t you?
 
You got any magic powers?”

I swallowed.
 
“I’m strong.
 
Probably about as strong as two strapping men.”
 
I waited for a new bout of laughter, but none came.
 
“I can run as fast as a deer.”

“Is that so?” Riffzer said.

“Shall we get on with it, your highness?”

I looked back.
 
The third man had been silent and stoic through the prince’s antics.
 
He was older than Riffzer and had on spectacles and a waistcoat.
 
He didn’t seem inebriated.

“Mm, may as well.”
 
He gestured to the man half-heartedly.
 
“Cleric Simon here is going to check your cunt.
 
Make sure you’re a virgin.”

My eyes bulged.

“You are a virgin ain’t you?” Ramy said.

“Yes!” I said, feigning great offense at his accusatory tone.

Riffzer took a swig of ale from a mug resting on the low wooden table in front of him.
 
“Alright then, good.
 
That’s a start.
 
I’m sure you don’t mind proving it.”
 
He looked at the redhead.
 
“Get lost, Ramy!
 
You don’t have to be here.”

The young man’s jaw dropped in outraged disappointment.
 
“Aw!
 
I don’t get to see her?
 
C’mon, Riff!”

“Beat it, hogfucker!”

Ramy stormed away while scoffing.
 
I felt a prick of ice in my stomach once he was gone.

“Get naked, sweetness,” Riffzer said.
 
His voice had grown deeper.
 
“Ain’t like that scrap is covering you much anyway.”

I eyed him.
 
Having the third man leave was a concession, however slight.
 
And I was a virgin, not that I wished to be.
 
If I could withstand the humiliation of proving it I might marry a prince.
 

I threw off my shift before I could talk myself out of it.

The price gaped at me without reservation.
 
His eyes hungrily absorbed my full breasts, and then lowered to my womanhood.

He gave a throaty moan.
 
“Look at that clit.”

The cleric didn’t exhibit any of his excitement.
 
He pulled me by my buttock next to the lamp on the table and had me part my legs.
 
Then he knelt and separated the hood of my sex with his fingers.
 
He put a hand mirror between my thighs and inspected me several moments.
 
He performed his duty too coldly for me to feel violated.
 
I knew he’d see what he wanted.

“She’s pure.”
 
He rose and went back to the couch.

The prince laughed softly.
 
“Well that’s a surprise.”

I knelt down to gather my shift.
 
Riffzer sprang up from the couch.

“Don’t you dare.”
 

“Please, your highness…”
 
The cleric scolded him softly, making my neck hairs prick up.

Riffzer grabbed me around my hips and pulled my naked body against him.
 
His head was slightly taller than my breasts.
 
He attached his mouth to my nipple while simultaneously groping my ass.

“What are you doing?”
 
I was strangely calm, and for the first time in my life I wasn’t the least bit aroused.

“Shut up.
 
I got to make sure I ain’t marrying a shrew.
 
Gods, you got nice tits.”

“You are going to actually marry this one, aren’t you?” the cleric said under his breath.

I felt a stab of nausea.
   

The prince sucked at my nipples in succession.
 
Both his hands kneaded my ass, and then he started to ground his pelvis against my thigh.
 
I looked at the cleric with a sneer while I was molested.
 
I wasn’t scared, because he was a pathetic little man, but this was turning my stomach.
 

The cleric shook his head at me as if in apology for Riffzer’s beastliness.
 
I rolled my eyes.

“So you want a goddess wife, Prince Riffzer?”
 
I said loudly.
 
“I’d make a lovely trophy for you.
 
Who cares about losing the throne when you’ve married a goddess.”

He leaned back to scowl at me.
 
“Shut your fucking mouth.
 
You don’t know a damn thing about that.
 
Sides, you don’t think I know you’re just a bastard turnip-growing peasant who lives in the forest?
 
I’m the one doing you a favor, you tart.”
      

I tried to keep the rage from showing on my face.
 
My lower lip trembled with anger.
 
I was ready to leave, once again, but somehow remained in place.

“You’re probably a shrew, anyway.”
 
He reached down and pinched my clitoris.

“Aiee!”
 
I jolted back, stinging with pain.

“I want slick when I put my cock in you.
 
You need to show me you’re really a sex goddess.”

He pinched me again.
 
I slapped his hand.
 
Now I felt violated.
 
I was fighting back tears of anger.

“Ow, bitch!
 
I’m trying to get you wet.
 
You want me to break your flower dry?”

He pulled out an unimpressive cock.
 
His pants fell down his pale legs once he undid his belt.
 
I backed away.

“Sex comes after marriage.”

“I’m not going to marry you until I know you like to fuck.”
 
He was fixated on my womanhood again.
 

I held him back with one arm.
 
“You want me to show you what a sex goddess is all about?”

The change in my tone made him pause, but then his cruel expression returned.
 
“I want you lie back on the couch with your legs spread and let me fuck you.”

I shoved him over to the couch instead.
 
He fell backwards close to the cleric.
 
The flustered man moved several cushions away.

“You brash whore!”

I climbed on top of him and rubbed my breasts on his furred chest.
 
He licked his lips and glared at me.

“Let me prove to you that I’m the sultry woman you want.”

He looked dubious.
 
“Yeah?”

I rubbed my breasts down over him and positioned my head in front of his cock.
 
(The cleric turned his back to us.)
 
I took his testicles in my hand and massaged each delicate orb.
 
The price leaned up to watch.
 
His short stout cock strained in its upright position.

After this moment I felt I was no longer in control of myself.
 
It was as though a demon had come into my body and I exited to stand over myself and watch.
 
Truly, everything I did came from some diabolical play script I’d never read, and would not care to see.
 
I couldn’t really be driven to such acts, could I?
 
And yet, I’d never felt so angry and abused before coming to know that prince.

I squeezed his balls with all my strength.

Riffzer choked out a hideous scream.
 
His eyes looked like they were exiting his sockets.
 
He clawed at my hand with flailing legs until I released.
 
The cleric turned back towards us with a look of confusion.
 
I tossed the suffering prince onto his stomach, plucked a candlestick from the credenza behind us, and jabbed it four inches deep into his anus.

The prince shrieked again.
 
I couldn’t understand his panicked cries.

“Mislery!
 
Mislery!
 
Gods!
 
Stop her!”

The cleric grabbed my shoulders.
 
I ceased Riffzer’s torture just long enough to throw him off me.
 
Now I grinded the candle deep and hard into his fat ass.

“Pig!
 
Filthy pig!
 
You don’t deserve me!
 
How does it feel, huh?
 
How do you like it when it’s done to you?
 
Huh?
 
Huh!
 
I’m a goddess you pig!
 
A goddess!”

I don’t know where the words came from.
 
I wasn’t even conscious of speaking them.
 
I didn’t regain my senses until the prince ceased screaming and writhing.
 
I stood back and looked down at him.
 
At first I thought I’d somehow killed him.
 
Then his heaving shoulders reassured me he’d merely fainted.
 

My hand went to my heart.
 
What have I done?

Served the pig right, though.
 
I drew a deep breath and tried to recollect myself.
 
Get out of here.
 
Get your dress.
 
Go home.
 

I turned back to find my shift.
 
The cleric had landed near it during our tussle.
 
When he saw me step toward it he picked it up and threw it in the fire.

“You…are going nowhere…except to the hangman’s noose!”

The man was trembling and I momentarily felt bad for having to hurt him.
 
Then his words registered.