The Alien King’s Pet (Royal Aliens #2) Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alien, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Royal Aliens Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
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“Good girl,” Dominax praised. “Who is my sweet little pet?”

She drew her mouth from his cock, licked her lips, and answered with a devilishly naughty grin.

“I am.”

Finally, the triumph he had been waiting for. The adoration of the crowd, the dominion over all his territories, nothing was as sweet as his human pet finally admitting what had been true all along. She was his. Now, and forever.

“Yes,” he said, curling his fingers in her hair and drawing her all the way down on his dick until his cock was at the very back of her throat. “You are.”

Epilogue

One could write an epilogue full of the events which followed the king’s conquest of his pet. One could detail their successful copulation leading to not one, but three offspring. One could mention that Darma left the palace and followed his lover to another planet. One could imply that all involved lived happily ever after — and one would be quite right to do so.

But one cannot do that at this point in time, as one happens to be crouched inside a cage, under the desk of a very aggressive king who is furious at having been ignored by Dominax, who, having taken a mate and bred babies, no longer finds as much time for diplomatic forays, and who forgot to greet Konan, the Beast King when he arrived in port.

Konan, deserving the title of Beast King in so many ways, was not the kind to allow the slight to go unpunished, and eventually took his rage out upon a narrator whom he happened to find skulking about his ship attempting, she claimed, to describe the rust around the portholes.

“Stop that tapping!”

Konan nudged the cage with his foot. The human he’d captured kept scratching away on pieces of parchment, or on the cage itself. It was a sound which gnawed at his attention, forever distracting him from the important business of planning wars.

“Sorry,” she squeaked.

She was a mousy thing with dark fine hair, and a pair of dark plastic frames encircling her eyes. Pretty, if you liked weak animals. Konan did not. He leaned forward and clasped his hands together, glowering down at the cowering human who scrambled to the back of her very small cage under his stare.

“Tell me again how you came to be at the port of Golden City, trying to stowaway on my ship. Tell me how you came to be so many light years away from your POO.”

“Sire?” She let out a nervous titter, because she was human, and that set of sounds was a weakness innate to almost all of them.

“Planet of origin. Don’t giggle, girl.”

“I was abducted by accident,” she said, repeating the same story she’d told him several times already. “Dominax took a human girl aboard his ship when he abducted her from New York. I was passing by at the time and got beamed into the cargo hold. I’ve been on Homeworld for months looking for a way off this world.”

“How could you have gone undetected? Look at you. You’re a strange beast.”

“The king was very taken with his human, sire. And I just sort of, hid. I guess I’m the sort of person people don’t really notice. Maybe the Homelanders just thought I was a new kind of alien. There are a lot of them here in the Golden City.”

“Just sort of hid,” Konan snorted. “Vague. I believe you are a spy. You sought to board my ship so you could send word of our movements to your superiors. You make notes of everything. I have found them scattered all over the place.”

“That’s because I like to tell stories. I’m a professional narrator.”

The king snorted. “Lies, you mean. That’s what stories are.”

“Kind of. Sort of.”

Konan let out an almighty growl, threw the cage open, and dragged the human out by her pretty neck.

“I know you are a spy,” he snarled, drawing her so close to his face she could see every alien ridge of his blue epidermis, and he could see the terrified whites of her eyes. “I will make you confess, you little wench.”

“I’m not a spy! I’m just unlucky!”

“Oh, you are unlucky,” he agreed, his long, clawed fingers wrapped completely all the way around her throat. “You will tell me everything. You will spill the secrets of your human spymasters. You will give me all you know, and some you do not know besides. I will break you, little human female. I will use this flesh of yours and I will turn it against you until you are a prisoner in your body. You will beg for mercy, and none will come.”

“Please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse as it escaped his grip. “I’m telling the truth.”

“I will know the truth when I hear it,” Konan growled. “I have already given the order to depart this overheated planet. There are none who will save you now. You are alone, one speck of hopeless human life in my custody. I promise you this one thing: this is your end.”


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