Page 64 of Alien Prince (Alien Abductions and Seductions #1)

Chapter Thirty

Kael

The grand hall is alive with light and sound, the towering crystalline pillars refracting the glow of Erythos’s twin moons. The entire kingdom has gathered here, their faces a sea of anticipation and celebration. The people’s cheers echo off the gilded walls and soaring ceilings. The air hums with anticipation and hope, the weight of this moment pressing down on me, but it’s a weight I bear willingly, especially with Emily by my side.

Emily stands beside me, regal and radiant in her Erythosian ceremonial attire. The fabric, a shimmering blend of blues and silvers, clings to her curves and flows like liquid starlight. The intricate Erythosian designs embroidered into her gown catch the light, shimmering like starlight, but it’s not just her beauty that captivates me. It’s her presence, her quiet strength, and the way she looks at me with unwavering confidence.

Her eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of pride and nerves, and I give her a small nod of reassurance.

The High Chancellor steps forward, holding the twin crowns aloft.

“Do you swear to serve the people of Erythos, to uphold its laws, and to protect its future with honor and strength?” the councilor asks, his voice echoing through the hall.

“I swear,” I say firmly, my voice steady.

He places my crown upon my head, the cool metal settling on my brow as the murmurs of the crowd fade to silence. “You are now King of Erythos,” he utters.

I lower my head. My father still breathes but perhaps for not much longer. His health is such that he could not even come to this ceremony, and while I am filled with great happiness, I am also saddened tremendously.

The High Chancellor turns to Emily, her crown gleaming. “Do you so swear?”

“I swear,” she says, the words soft but unwavering.

He nods and lowers her crown onto her head. “You are now Queen of Erythos,” he intones, his voice resonating through the hall.

The crowd erupts into cheers, their voices a tidal wave of approval. I reach for Emily’s hand, squeezing it gently as I feel the tension in her shoulders ease.

The hall erupts in applause, the cheers of our people filling the space like a wave.

I rise first, offering my hand to Emily. She takes it, her grip firm, and together, we turn to face the crowd. The sight of her standing beside me, her confidence shining as brightly as the jewels in her crown, fills me with a pride I can’t put into words. The people’s adoration fill g the room like sunlight. Hope feels tangible, a living, breathing thing that we hold in our hands.

This is our kingdom. Our reign. And our love will be its foundation.

Later, as the celebration winds down, I take Emily’s hand and lead her through the quieter halls of the palace. The weight of the crown feels less oppressive now, but there’s still one task left to complete tonight.

Well, two, with the second being much more pleasurable.

“My father will want to see us,” I say softly, glancing at her.

She nods, her expression gentle but resolute. “Of course.”

We make our way to his chamber. The guards bow as we pass, their expressions solemn as they open the door for us.

Inside, my father lies in his massive bed, his silvered hair a stark contrast to the deep, rich tones of the room. His breathing is shallow, his once-vibrant eyes dim but still sharp enough to recognize us as we approach.

“Kael,” he says, his voice a rasp but still filled with warmth, “and Emily. My son and daughter.”

The words strike a chord deep within me, and I kneel by his bedside, taking his frail hand in mine. Emily follows suit, her touch light but steady as she rests her hand on his other arm.

“You’ve done well, my son,” he says, his gaze shifting between us. “Erythos is in good hands.”

“You’ve always been its heart, Father,” I reply, my voice tight with emotion.

“And now you must be,” he says, a faint smile gracing his lips. “The two of you.” His eyes linger on Emily, and his smile widens slightly. “You’ve chosen well, Kael. She’s stronger than I ever was.”

Emily’s cheeks flush, but she squeezes his arm gently. “Thank you, Your Majesty. That means more than you know.”

He chuckles softly, the sound weak but genuine. “No. Kael is king. I am king no more. Please, call me Father.”

“Thank you, Father,” she murmurs.

The room falls silent for a moment.

“Rest now,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes close slowly, his breathing evening out as he drifts to sleep.

Emily and I remain there for a moment longer, the quiet between us filled with unspoken fears and hopes. He will die soon, and I already mourn the loss.

When we finally rise, I feel the weight of the moment press down on me again, but Emily’s hand in mine steadies me.

As we step back into the hallway, I glance at her, my heart swelling with both love and gratitude.

“We’ll make him proud,” I say, my voice firm.

She nods, her eyes shining with determination. “We will. Together.”

From here, the sounds of the celebration reach us, but we do not return to the party in favor of the privacy of our chamber.

The moment the door closes behind us, the tension of the day gives way to something far more intimate.

Emily turns to me, her crown already removed, her hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. “That was… overwhelming,” she says, a small laugh escaping her lips.

I step closer, my hands finding her waist as I pull her against me. “You were incredible,” I murmur, my voice low. “Every eye in that hall was on you and not because of the crown.”

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. “And you,” she counters, her fingers brushing against the collar of my ceremonial robes. “You were everything a king should be.”

The air between us shifts, the weight of the moment giving way to the simmering passion that has always been there, just beneath the surface.

I lower my head, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s slow but deep, savoring the way she melts against me. Her hands slide up my chest, pushing the heavy fabric of my robes aside, and I shrug them off, the layers falling to the floor in a heap.

Her own gown follows, the shimmering fabric pooling at her feet. I step back for a moment, my breath catching as I take her in.

“You’re stunning,” I say, the words slipping out unbidden.

She smiles, a softness in her expression that makes my chest tighten. “And you’re mine, my alien prince,” she whispers, her voice a mix of teasing and sincerity. “Excuse me. My alien king .”

“My queen.” I close the distance between us, my hands skimming over her bare skin, tracing every curve and hollow as if committing her to memory.

The rest of the world fades away as we sink onto the bed.

Our bodies entwine as if they were made for each other, fitting together in a seamless dance of desire and longing. The silken sheets beneath us cradle our movements, whispering promises of forever in the soft rustle of fabric. Emily's skin is a canvas waiting to be painted with my touch, every stroke igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.

I explore every inch of her with reverence, trailing kisses along the curve of her neck, her collarbones, her breasts that rise and fall with each ragged breath. Her hands roam up and down my back with a delicate curiosity that sends shivers down my spine.

I trail kisses along her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, reveling in the way she arches into me with a soft moan.

Her hand reaches for my already hard cock, and I don’t hold back this time. Every time previously when we made love, I kept my cock similar to that of an Earthlings, but this time, I allow hard ridges to form along it, wishing to impress my bride.

She gasps and slowly, curiously, touches the ridges, her fingers exploring my cock.

“Do you like?” I whisper in her ear.

She nods, her eyes wide with wonder and arousal, the look of pure delight on her face as she explores me. “I've never seen anything like it before,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with excitement.

The softly glowing luminescence from the ridges on my cock dances across her skin, casting an ethereal light that makes her appear more radiant than ever.

She traces the pattern with her fingertips. Her touch is gentle yet firm, exploring every ridge and angle with careful curiosity. She looks up at me, her eyes locked with mine as she slowly wraps her hand around the thick girth of my erection.

“It's…different,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. “But in a good way.”

A low growl rumbles in my chest at her touch, the sensation of her fingers around me heightening my desire.

Anticipation builds between us, the air thick with desire and unfettered passion.

I position myself over her, my cock poised at the entrance to her wet core. “Are you ready?” I ask, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through me.

Emily nods again, her eyes locking onto mine, her gaze unwavering as she watches me enter her. Emily's tight warmth enveloping me, each ridge sliding against her inner walls, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my entire being.

She gasps and arches beneath me as I thrust deeper into her, our bodies moving together. It's like the collision of two stars, a supernova of passion and love that illuminates the darkness around us. I lose myself in her, in the way she arches beneath me, in the symphony of her gasps

Our movements are slow and deliberate, every touch, every kiss, a reaffirmation of the love that binds us.

This isn’t just passion. It’s trust, respect, and the unshakable bond we’ve built together.

As we lie tangled in each other’s arms afterward, the crowns and responsibilities momentarily forgotten, I press a kiss to her temple.

“I love you, my queen.”

She smiles, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. “Always,” she replies, her voice filled with quiet certainty.