Page 21 of Alien Prince’s Fake Bride (The Tentacle Throne #1)

He presses forward, and the tip of his rod nudges against me.

I tense up. The size and strangeness of him could be overwhelming.

It’s too much, too big, and for a moment, panic flares.

But then his tentacles tighten gently around me, one stroking my cheek, another curling around my breast, teasing the sensitive peak.

“Breathe,” he says, his voice a low anchor. “Your body knows me.”

I exhale, forcing myself to relax, and he pushes in slowly, carefully.

The stretch is intense, right on the edge of pain.

But there’s something else, a warmth, a strange, perfect pressure as my body shifts, molds to him.

It’s like my insides are reshaping, adapting to every ridge, every curve of his alien form.

The sensation is wild, almost too much, but it’s also right, like we were made to fit together.

The hum between us grows stronger, a current that pulses through my veins.

It ties us together in a way I can’t explain.

He pauses, fully seated inside me, and I feel him everywhere.

His alien cock is filling me, his tentacles are caressing my skin, his breath is hot against my neck.

His eyes lock onto mine, glowing faintly in the starlight, and I see the strain in his face, the effort to hold back.

He tilts his head a fraction, and I understand the unspoken question: Are you all right with this?

I nod, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shimmering blue skin. “Keep going,” I gasp, and it’s all he needs.

He moves, slow at first, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure-pain through me. My body adjusts, and the initial discomfort fades as the fit becomes perfect, seamless. The ridges of his cock drag against me in ways that make me moan, loud and unashamed. The sound echoes in the dome.

His tentacles are everywhere — stroking, teasing, one slipping down to circle my pussy, amplifying every sensation. I didn’t know they could stretch that far, an analytical part of me muses.

The hum between us builds, a crescendo that feels like it’s pulling us both apart and knitting us together at the same time.

I’m lost in it, in him , in the vastness of space around us and the heat of our connection.

My nails dig into his back as the pleasure coils tighter.

My body trembles on the edge. His thrusts grow faster, deeper, and I meet him, my hips rising, chasing the release I know is coming.

His tentacles pulse brighter, a kaleidoscope of colors in violet, gold, crimson, mirroring the chaos building inside me.

“Umbra,” he groans, his deep voice breaking, and it’s enough to push me over.

The orgasm hits like a supernova, tearing through me with a force that makes me cry out.

My body clenches around him. He follows a moment later, his own release a low, guttural sound that vibrates through me.

It amplifies my own pleasure until I’m shaking, overwhelmed, with stars bursting behind my eyes.

We collapse together. His weight is a comforting anchor as we lie on the transparent floor with the universe sprawling around us.

His tentacles curl gently around me, protective, possessive.

I feel it, too. The way we belong to each other now, our bodies and something deeper intertwined.

I don’t say it, and neither does he, but the truth hums between us.

- - -

There are no shooting stars, because we’re not anywhere near an atmosphere where little grains of interplanetary sand grains can burn up. The stars shine calmly and don’t seem to change, despite Caret’ax telling me we’re moving at several times light speed.

I hide a yawn behind one hand. I’m so relaxed and satisfied that I could just drift off. “I could stay here all night.”

“I have stayed here whole nights,” Mareliux says under my head, making my body shake. “It’s lonely, but that just means it’s like life itself.”

“You never had company here? Always alone?” I ask.

“Until now,” the prince says, yawning too. “It’s appropriate that it’s with you. Sweet gods, I’m neglecting the whole Empire and the war and everything. Tell me, are you a practitioner of the Forbidden Arts? Or were you sent by the Vyrpy to make me careless?”

“Yes,” I deadpan. “I was carefully sent out in a tiny, tinfoil shuttle specifically to be abducted by a prince. They said, ‘Umbra, make sure you make him careless in the star dome room. Try to kill yourself in the lightning room by mistake and then make him save you with a weird umbrella. Then make sure he wants to fake marry you.’ Then… well, I don’t know what else will happen.

This was all the Vilbi told me to do. From here on, I have to play it by ear. ”

“The Vyrpy,” Mareliux corrects me.

I wave my hand dismissively. “Whatever. Those green guys.”

“Gray,” he says. “Gray aliens.”

“Sure. Well, you know what they’re like, with their… their drums and their flashlights.”

He curls a lock of my hair around one finger. “Never saw the Vyrpy with either of those. But it’s all coming together now. It’s a devilish plot to fake marry me. But I’ll outsmart you all. I’ll just… Hmm. I’ll think of something.”

“Don’t. You’ve outsmarted me already. I can only take so much outsmarting.” I squeeze his hand, ending our shared joke. “Is it a lonely life? As a prince?”

“It has to be,” he muses. “A prince is powerful. And a prince who will inherit the throne is especially valuable. Whenever someone wants to get close to me, I know it’s probably a ploy to gain influence.

It was like that from the start. I couldn’t trust anyone.

Even other children. They would often have some agenda, forced on them by their parents.

Sooner or later, all of them would clumsily ask for something big or suggest something they thought I might decide to do, or something I might want to mention to the Emperor, whenever I’d have a chance…

It got old fast. I ended up having no friends at all.

Then later, the same would happen with girls and women.

There was always the ulterior motive. Sometimes it was obvious, and sometimes it took me a while to find out what it was.

It turned into a sport for me. I got really good at it. ”

I change my position so I can see his face. “So your love life suffered?”

He nods thoughtfully. “You could say that. Well, there was one girl— never mind. Ancient history, long forgotten. You? Did you have a lover on that space station?”

I wrinkle my forehead, pretending to think about it. “On the station? No. But on Earth… also no.”

He grins with sparklingly white teeth. “Hah! I knew it. You set duty before all. I can hear it now: ‘No lover until Earth rules the galaxy!’”

“That’s actually not far from the truth,” I admit. “I spent most of my life preparing for Space Force. I even did gymnastics to prepare for weightlessness. And Earth hasn’t been a good place to be after the aliens took so many girls.”

He squeezes my hand, too. “It must have been scary.”

“It was. But now your gunships are protecting us. And soon, you will help us protect ourselves with the ships you’ll give us.”

My words hang in the air for a second, and I feel as if the mood changes and goes colder.

“Sorry,” I begin, immediately regretting my words, “I?—”

“That’s the deal we made,” Mareliux says and sits up.

“Now I have to get back to my generals. They must be wondering what’s happening with me.

” He quickly stands up and puts his clothes on.

“Stay here as long as you want. You may enjoy seeing the moon Grefve and its main planet come closer and closer from straight ahead. That direction.” He points.

“Thank you. Really, Mareliux, I’m sorry-”

“It’s all right.” He gets into the elevator and vanishes, as if suddenly in a hurry.

“Damn it,” I mutter. “Just when we were having a nice, private conversation with some depth, I have to bring up the deal and remind him of what’s going on.”

“ Was that meant for me?” Vera asks carefully from my wrist. “ I swear I wasn’t eavesdropping when you… well, you know. I just felt the movements.”

I find my suit and put it on. “I hope you enjoyed them. I have to practice my conversational skills, Vera. How many times do you think a prince like that has had a chance to just talk calmly about personal things like we just did? And then I make sure to remind him that I’m here for a price.

Just like everyone else he’s ever known. ”

“ Okay.... Is it healthy to feel sorry for your abductor, Umbra? I don’t have access to Earth sources now, so I can’t check, but I feel like it’s something you should avoid.”

“I think you’re right,” I tell her as I smooth down my suit. “I’ll avoid it. When I can. I don’t know, Vera. He turns me on so much I practically forget my own name. Like, I can’t remember having felt this way ever. When he’s near, all I want is to jump him. Be honest: am I pathetic?”

“ If seducing a dreamy and powerful Imperial prince,” Vera chirps, “ and maybe securing complete safety for Earth from aliens in the span of sixty-one hours is pathetic, then it’s the kind of pathetic we should all aspire to be.”

I give the stars a last look. “Sometimes I think you’re just saying what you think I want to hear.”

“ Perish the thought, Umbra.”

I glance down at the AI on my wrist. “You never do that?”

“ Maybe sometimes.”

“Was this one of those times? Wait! Don’t answer that. I will simply thank you for the compliment and choose to think it was real.”

“ You do that. Umbra, I have to report that my battery is at fifty percent charge.”

“I don’t have a charger, and I promise I’ll faint on the spot if anyone in this whole alien civilization has one that fits you. How long can you last, with max power saving?” I go to the elevator, and Vera asks it to take us to the cabin.

“ I can go for a good few days yet. On standby mode, just listening and intervening if you’re in danger.”

I exit the elevator and walk down the hallway to the cabin. “How well do you understand their language now?”

“ Reasonably well. I can usually guess the meaning of any new word they use. They have a second language they use when they don’t want me to understand. I have heard too little to learn it, but I will keep trying. That won’t use much power.”

- - -

After several hours, Caret’ax comes to get me. “We’re in orbit around the moon Grefve, Umbra. It’s a few hours before local midnight where we’ll land, so your wedding will be tomorrow. You can sleep all night. But His Highness thought you might want to see Grefve from the control room.”

I walk along with him to the control room. The planet looks like a small, dirty ball hanging over a much larger, much more colorful ball behind it.

“Is that a gas giant?” I ask as I sit down in one of the many seats.