My Alien Prince: Claimed by the Derigaz (BBW/Alien Science-Fiction Romance) Read online

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  Jen had no idea what the aliens were doing when they gently draped some white fabric over her, and she didn't care much. She was only half present. She found her mind strangely preoccupied with the prince she had met only briefly. She remembered him in perfect clarity. How smooth his golden skin looked! How wonderful his scent! How erotic the play of muscles underneath his golden skin! How gentle his touch and how caring his manner, and at the same time, how dangerous to everyone who would show even the slightest disrespect! Such a complete man, so... divine!

  She was vaguely aware that she was being walked through the spaceship, down hallways and corridors, and that there were very many aliens behind her as she walked along in footwear that was much more comfortable than the high heels she had borrowed.

  She wondered what the prince was doing at that time. Very manly things, she had no doubt. Conquest and learning and house-building, certainly, preparation to rear the children she'd bear him. Would they have golden skin, too? She couldn't wait to show him their first offspring!

  One part of her was screaming that she was nuts, that the alien prince was not going to breed with her and that something very damn weird was going on, and would she just snap the hell out of it already!

  But she found that part of her mind very easy to ignore. So much more pleasant to think of the prince and recall his scent and his warmth and the hardness of his alien cock as it plunged into... Had that happened? Or was it still in the future? The very thought sent some hard barbs of delight to her girly parts, and she felt a pleasant chill going up her spine.

  There was suddenly another female alien in front of her, young and thin. She was also draped in white and was being held tightly by the same alien woman with silvery skin she'd seen before, the one who had sent Jen some very hard looks earlier. Now her alien eyes were shooting daggers.

  There was a lot of excited talk in the Derigaz language.

  Then one alien turned to Jen. “You must be tested. It's very important. Don't worry, we're confident you'll pass. If you don't, know that your family will be well provided for. It's a matter of honor.”

  Yes, honor. The prince was very honorable, Jen was sure. So important in a husband and father!

  Then she was positioned in a strange apparatus of metal and wires that took her over a ledge of some sort, and then downward. Someone took her hands and placed them on the edge of the ledge.

  And then the support structure was removed, she heard a scream and then realized that she was hanging from her fingertips high above a floor that looked very hard. She looked to the side. There was someone else there, the same thin young alien woman she had seen draped in white. She was also hanging by her fingers, and it was she who had screamed.

  They were both in mortal danger, she realized coolly. But she didn't panic, knowing in her heart that the prince would save her. Her own prince. Her One True Love.

  It was hard holding on, dangling in thin air. She was not the lightest girl in the universe.

  She felt her fingers slipping on the edge.

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  Dr. A'Atk made sure he guided the prince to the right place, then stood back while the prince stood passively at a discreetly marked spot on the deck. Then the doctor quickly stepped out of sight behind a modern shuttle.

  That was the sign. Suddenly there was a scream from behind the prince, and he turned around. Right in front of him, very high up from the hangar deck, two beings were hanging from a ledge by their fingers.

  They were seconds from falling to their deaths. The artificial gravity in the hangar bay could be turned down or off, but it would take several minutes. The only way to save them would be to somehow get up on the ledge and hoist them up. But even as the prince stood there, time was running out.

  The two beings were disguised so that they looked identical, and their sex was impossible to ascertain from a distance.

  They were both draped in white robes, and the lighting was such that it was impossible to see any difference between the skin tones of their hands. They both looked like bronze.

  But a feeling of dread pierced the prince's heart like an ice cold spear: One of those was his Hon'eekoh! He felt it with every fiber of his being. And she was in mortal danger!

  The rest of the world ceased to exist for the prince – only he and his One were real to him. It was up to him to save her from the fall that would undoubtedly kill her. And this was no time for elegance or creative solutions – he had to get up there and grab on to her!

  With a speed never rivaled by any Derigaz in the long history of their civilization, the prince ran across the hangar deck and started climbing the metal spiral stairs up to the ledge. It was high up, at least sixty feet, and not well suited for running. But the prince took three steps at a time, bouncing fluidly up the stairs with impossible speed, like a predatory animal hunting for prey on the plains.

  Once up on the ledge, he sprinted for his Hon'eekoh. Even if both the beings looked identical, he felt without a shadow of a doubt who his One was. Everything else in the world was a blur, a mist surrounding the only thing that mattered in the world, the only thing that existed for real: his One True Love.

  He could see that her grip was slipping – only the last knuckle of three of her fingers still had purchase on the ledge. It was a matter of seconds before they would slip off the smooth metal and she would plunge to the floor beneath.

  The prince saw that her fingers slid on the smooth metal. He had less than a second.

  He pounced to cover the final five yards, his body horizontal in the air, one strong arm outstretched in front of him, the other curled underneath him to break his fall against the metal deck.

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  The ambassador's quarters were also his office, and Mrs. Deveaux greatly enjoyed attending the meetings that were often held there. The ambassador loved meetings, and always made sure that they were well catered. And today, with the conference with the Derigaz well behind them, there was much to celebrate. Champagne corks popped and specially imported canapés were enjoyed by those who were high enough in the diplomatic bureaucracy, served on trays by less important officials.

  There was a knock on the door, and Mrs. Deveaux ran to open. Probably more vital supplies were being delivered...

  But it was not an underling bearing more champagne, it was six golden-skinned Derigaz aliens.

  “We wish to speak with the ambassador,” one of them said, very gravely.

  “Of course,” said Mrs. Deveaux, very confused. “Please come in.”

  The celebrations were halted by the appearance of the somber aliens, all of extremely high rank.

  “Ambassador Wilson,” said one, “we have very serious news concerning a member of your delegation.”

  The ambassador seemed to do his best to sober up on the spot. “Really? I assure you, if any of my people have offended any Derigaz in any way, I will make sure they feel the consequences,” he managed.

  “It's much more serious than that, I fear,” said the alien. “You will find that your delegation has a negative surplus of personnel as of nine minutes ago.”

  Mrs. Deveaux tried to make sense of that. A negative surplus would have to mean... less?

  “It's a long story which will be relayed to you by others, very soon,” the alien continued. “But I thought it best to deliver the news to you in person immediately.”

  “Very kind,” said the ambassador, obviously confused.

  “In short,” said the alien, “your valued associate Jen Sullivan is no longer a part of your delegation.”

  Ah, thought Mrs. Deveaux. A simple misunderstanding. She had fired that fat, clumsy cow with the exponential behavior. She had not wanted to bother the ambassador with such a small staff matter about such a forgettable person, and had not reported the very minor matter to anyone, least of all the aliens.

  “Really?” said the ambassador, who obviously had no idea who that was. “Did something happen to him or her?”

  “I'm afraid so,” said the alien. “I regret to inform you that unfortunately, she had to undergo a certain test as devised by the Royal Court of Prince Tar'Shoc. It was a test of the most serious nature, concerning life and death. But it was necessary, I assure you.”

  “I'm certain it was,” the ambassador said, eager to avoid any conflict at all, but reading from the serious aliens that it was a grave matter indeed. “So then this Sullivan person is... umm... dead, I suppose? Ah, don't worry, we understand perfectly. Sometimes a single life cannot be allowed to matter more than the welfare of the many.” He was well know in the diplomatic service for being able to make up smooth statements off the cuff. And for always being willing and eager to throw subordinates under the bus.

  The aliens looked at each other briefly.

  “Jen Sullivan is not dead,” the officer said, knotting his brow, “and it is my duty as an officer to state as firmly as I can that it would appropriate for you to speak of her in a very different manner. She is, after all, Princess Jen of the Derigaz Empire.”

  There was a deafening silence in the room. Then everyone turned around as Mrs. Deveaux dropped her champagne glass and it shattered on the stone floor.

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  “You are magnificent,” said Prince Tar'Shoc in wonder as he let his gaze run all over his new wife, his Hon'eekoh. “The paleness of your skin, the roundness of your body, the deep separation of your rear, the very supreme chest...”

  She also took him in completely for the first time – his bulging muscles under rippling, golden skin, his perfect proportions and powerful legs, his hair which was just a shade darker and curled just the tiniest little bit...

  His eyes were large and expressive, framed by impossibly long lashes that made then look like deep blue stars. And further down... it was the first alien cock Jen had ever seen, and it was even more impressive than the rest of him. Thick and long and beautifully sculpted, it stood straight skywards along his hard, muscled abdomen. Jen just knew that when the prince took her with that thing, it would feel like the first time again. Her breath was shallow and fast, her face flushed, her mind a whirlwind of erotic images of what was to come. And down below, her soft and pink parts quivered with need.

  “And so are you,” she managed, her throat dry with need. “I want you to take me now.” She had never been more sincere.

  They were both naked. After their brief wedding ceremony, they had both been extremely eager to get to the prince's quarters and consummate their marriage. Then they had undressed each other as quickly as possible, but still taking the time to marvel at each other's bodies.

  Tar'Shoc (“you don't have to call me Your Highness anymore – you're just as high as I am now”) took an easy step closer to her, took her head in his hands and held her tenderly, kissing her yielding lips with his own more demanding ones. She put her arms around his hard, broad shoulders and melted into him. The only thing between them was his hardness, burning hot against her abdomen. She grabbed it with one hand and he groaned. She could feel the golden cock twitching in her hand while the alien prince who was now her husband slid his hand around the curve of her big ass, hefting it in his large hands and moaning in delight. “You are the perfect woman,” he growled, and his deep voice reverberated in her ears.

  Her skin was smooth and soft and her flesh was heavy in his hands in a way that poured oil on the fire he felt consuming his entire being. The Madness of Love was about to end, the ball that had filled his mind was going to burst in delight and ecstasy, and his Hon'eekoh would be his forever. The thought of that seemed impossible, too good to be true, and yet he knew that it was so. He ached to be inside her, and he could smell her arousal, a thick, feminine perfume that drifted from her.

  It was too much for him. He led her over to the wide and soft bed that had been hurriedly prepared for this moment and laid her down, then knelt beside her so that he could kiss her legs and her stomach and her chest. He wondered at her heavy breasts, so feminine and unlike any he'd ever seen – so pale and topped by nipples that somehow shrunk and hardened when he kissed them. He couldn't help biting them, ever so gently, and feel her gasp underneath him.

  Now she was more than ready for the main event, for her husband to take her for the first time. Her world was only him and her own body – nothing else existed, none of them could to anything wrong. She was dimly aware that she had never experienced anything like it.

  Her royal husband gently spread her knees, and she cooperated enthusiastically and pulled her thighs far apart, bending her knees to give him complete access to her sex. She felt his eyes on her wet and longing womanhood, and she involuntarily arched her back to push her center closer to him, offering herself as sincerely as she could. She could smell her own arousal in the air and moaned with a need she just cold not contain.

  Her taste was in his mouth, her scent permeated the room and his cock was harder than it had ever been. He knew that it would grow larger still when inside his Hon'eekoh for the first time, that it would and that time had come now. Delirious with lust, he placed his manhood at his wife's pink and wet opening and enjoyed the way she jerked her whole body in a reflex of anticipation as soon as she felt his touch at the apex of her sex. He applied more pressure, feeling the head of his erection slide easily a finger's width inside her, where her tunnel seemed to narrow. Locking his eyes on hers, noticing for the hundredth time their exotic, brown color, he thrust with his hips and sank his manhood into his One True Love's sex as far as it would go.

  She heard herself whimper as her husband's cock penetrated her to her core, making the sensitive walls of her pussy burn and stretching them more than she had ever felt or even imagined. His hard steel that was inside her seemed to heat her up, to thaw something inside her that she hadn't even known was frozen. She looked up at his otherworldly handsome face, his eyes shining and looking more than ever like blue stars. The she felt his cock swell deep inside her, right at the root where it would stimulate her clit perfectly. He pulled out of her again, slowly, and she felt that his cock was not perfectly even and smooth – it had knots in it, evenly spaced, and she felt each and every one of them go past her most sensitive points, widening her out and then allowing her sex to relax for a split second before the next round knot came rushing past. It was beyond anything she'd imagined possible, and it set up a series of vibrations that launched her orgasm, almost without her noticing, because it seemed so natural. It took her to a plateau of bliss that she felt could go on for a long time as her husband claimed her and fucked her deeper than she'd thought possible. Then she felt and heard him approaching an orgasm of his own, and she felt her ongoing climax rise in both intensity and depth in rhythm with his.

  The prince jerked uncontrollably, his manhood twitched inside her and she could feel it spraying his red-hot seed deep inside her. Instinctively she curled her legs behind his back and arched her back once more to allow him access as deep in her as possible. Then a huge wave of ecstasy and bliss washed over her, and over him, and she felt one with him as they left the plane of reality together and entered a world of pure bliss, one that went on for a long time and finally filled the void she had felt in her soul.

  - - -

  “What do you think?” Tar'Shoc said when they'd both regained their ability to speak.

  “Not bad for an alien,” Jen purred. She knew that she'd never be the same again after this. She had seen and experienced something that no human woman ever had.

  “I'm not an alien,” he countered, satisfied. “You're the alien.”

  She just smiled blissfully.

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  There was a knock on the door. Mrs. Deveaux got laboriously out of bed and wrapped a robe around herself, then, groggy with sleep and too much champagne the night before, stumbled to see who it was.

  It was more aliens, of course.

  “Delilah Deveaux, secretary to the former Earth ambassador?” one of them inquired.

  “Yes... no, not former. I'm the secretary to the current ambassador,” she corrected, pulling her robe closer together in the front.

  “I think,” the alien said, “you will find that Ambassador Wilson no longer enjoys diplomatic status, and so, by extension, neither does anyone in his delegation.”

  “But... the... if...” She had trouble collecting her thoughts. Her brain was still sluggish after the short, but deep sleep she'd had.

  “As Princess Jen is now married to Prince Tar'Shoc, and since she is an Earthling, it seems unnecessary to have another Earthling ambassador at the Royal Court,” Colonel Dec'Hor continued patiently. “Her Royal Highness will represent Earth to the Derigaz people in every way from now on.”

  The alien looked at her levelly. “His Highness has graciously agreed to supply one shuttle for the purpose of bringing the former Earth delegation back to your home world. It will depart exactly six days from now. Meanwhile, it is the wish of Her Highness, the Royal Princess Jen, that you vacate this room immediately and follow us to your new accommodation in the maintenance section, which you will share with the former ambassador, as well as,” the officer consulted his pad, “As well as one junior assistant sub-secretary, it seems.”

  He lowered his pad and looked past Mrs. Deveaux, into the luxury suite.

  “I fear it may not be as well-appointed as this room. Or quite as large. But it's only six days. We're sure you'll manage. After all, the Princess Jen stayed in that same closet for six weeks.”

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  “Dr. Mon'Toc?” Colonel Dec'Hor said formally.

  “Yes?” The doctor's skin had regained most of its natural golden sheen by now, and only a hint of silver could be seen. The colonel was almost impressed by her composure. She appeared to have been awoken from a deep sleep as well, even after the very stressful day and evening she'd had. It was a good reminder that psychopaths never had or showed any remorse.

  “By order of Prince Tar'Shoc, you are hereby placed under arrest, on suspicion of high treason.” The colonel stepped aside to make room for two lieutenants, one with handcuffs ready in his hand.

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