Dramon touches the small of my back and I stiffen.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," I shrug and turn so he's not facing Rexon's direction. The least those two see each other, the better.

"This place is just too full."

Or rather, bare. It's astonishing how comfortable these people feel while wearing transparent, tight, short layers. I've even seen some females only wearing patches over their breasts and legs.

Somehow, the attention seems stuck on me. I wonder if it's because I'm the one wearing the most clothing, or because I'm the only person in the room without grey skin.

"Dramon," one young woman crosses us. She's wearing a red, sparkling dress that covers one breast and leaves the other one hanging. There's a large hole at the bottom that gives direct access to her sex.

"King Dramon," Dramon replies.

"What?"

"Calling me by my first name is informal." His face is set in stone, and his eyes don't flicker south of her face.

"I'll call you whatever you would like, my King," she smiles. "My partner is at the walls right now, but I was wondering if you would like to switch?" she looks at me hopefully.

"No," both Dramon and I blurt.

The invitation is supposed to be flattering, but I find it repulsive. I can't be intimate with more than one man at once.

Mindful of not insulting their culture, I add, "no, thank you."

"Alright, Queen Venus. Perhaps later."

I'm not shocked she knows my name. Dramon and I are such an odd pairing that gossip about us has reached the moon.

We walk away, but only manage five steps before we're approached by another female. I notice that only women are making these offers, as if the men know better than to ask Dramon if they can fuck his wife.

There's more men than women in here. That's pretty normal of any setting since there's barely women left on the planet. We soon run through most of them as they throw themselves at Dramon's feet. Some of them are high off orgasms and drugs. The evidence sparkles on their skin as they proudly wear the semen of their partners.

I'm getting flustered. It smells like sex and stimulants, I've gotten flashed one too many times, Dramon's fingers threaten to cut into my flesh, and my face is stiff from giving so many false smiles. The nobles are noticing the lack of enthusiasm, and they're not happy about it. They think we're acting high and mighty by rejecting all of their offers.

We're about to reject yet another female when I feel a sharp tug at the back of my dress. There's a rip, and air touches my breasts once my top falls apart.

"I—"

I'm suddenly flagged by both Dramon and Rexon as they approach a nervous male. His hands are up defensively while mine are holding the top of my dress up. I look back and find the train ripped off. I'm guessing the male was unfortunate enough to step on it.

"Go," I tell him as I push between a seething Dramon and Rexon. Something swipes my right buttock, and I stiffen when I realise Rexon is naked behind me. Irrational guilt has me pushing my hips in Dramon's direction.

The male blurts an apology and rushes off with his loincloth tucked between his legs. I don't blame him. Any sane person would run if they were getting glowered by two Rider Kings.

I clutch my ripped top to keep it from falling, and Rexon reaches for me. "Do you need-"

Dramon's hand snares around Rexon's wrist. I hear a snap, but Rexon doesn't flinch. "She doesn't need any damned thing from you. Get lost."

I hate how every time these two get close, it's to fight over me.

"Stop, please, this is not the time or place," I groan.

Dramon flashes his teeth and throws an arm around my waist so he's lifting me.

Thud.

I'm against the wall now, staring up at Dramon's crimson eyes and flared nostrils. His short hair is just as messy around him, and his scarred, bare chest is panting. To our left, a female is getting rutted by two males. One rides her cunt, the other pounds her ass. To our right, two males are kissing.

"Don't you get it by now?" Dramon leans in to run the tip of his nose up my jawline. "You are my wife, not that worm's."

He reaches down and rips his cover off his hips. He's naked now. This is it. He's going to take me, fuck any doubt of who I belong to, and shut up the gossiping nobles.

He turns me so I slam against the wall that drips with sweat and sex, and reaches for my breasts.

Is Rexon watching this?

Dramon fondles my breasts, and I take a second to realize that all he's doing is tying his covering around my dress to keep it in place. When he's done securing it, he presses a kiss to my hair.

"I adore you. You, who came from the stars and conquered my mind."

My heart is thundering in my chest.

"You may not feel the same yet, but I will get you there. You always arrive when you are with me."

There's an innuendo in those words. A mix of romance and lewdness that makes a potion so strong it's almost toxic.

The woman to our left cries as she orgasms. Although we're against the wall, Dramon doesn't touch me sexually. He doesn't need to. I've already gotten fucked by his words, because I'm starting to feel something for him.

As we flew into The Capital, I wondered if I would approach Centres and finally request a divorce. I think I've reached a decision.

"King Dramon," the woman to the left smiles with hooded eyes and extends a hand. "Please, join us."

"Enough of this," Dramon snarls. "We are going home."

Buck-naked, he walks with me to the exit. His cock swings like a fucking chandler, and both males and females look at him appreciatively with envy and lust. They forget about the human with the extravagant dress.

"Winds," Centres calls from the adjoining hall when we cross the threshold.

Dramon keeps walking, ignoring the other King.

"Son, wait," Centres pushes.

With a scowl, Dramon stops and faces him. "What is it now? And do not title me so formally, Centres."

Centres clears his throat. "Very well. I wanted to speak with you because I've heard the wedding has been rocky."

"And you'll be buried under some rocky terrain if you insinuate something I won't want to hear."

Centres' guards take a step forward. They're nothing compared to the men in our Clan. These guards wear metal armour, while clans wear furs and sweat.

Their attention is my cue to step in. As talented as Dramon is, he doesn't have my patience.

"Ignore him, Centres, he is being big-headed as usual." Centres is not below Dramon in status, and this is his palace. He doesn't deserve disrespect.

Thankfully, Centres doesn't look phased by his nakedness or attitude.

"Everything fine for now. Thank you for your concern," I tell Centres. There is no way I'm discussing my situation in front of all these people.

Centres dips his chin. "We will speak more next time. Goodbye." His gaze lingers on Dramon.

We walk to our room and I watch Dramon leave the gift of rings on the counter. I try to get him to wrap a sheet around himself, but he fights me.

"I will not cover myself, female." He swats my hands away, grips my wrists, and pulls his hips away. Getting tired of my struggle, he kisses me hard enough to tame me. "I said no. We are going home."

We leave the palace together and swing on Dramon's beast. He slips behind me and secures me with his arms.

"Are you sure you do not want to stay overnight?" I ask. I want to go, but I don't want him to leave on my regard.

"No," Dramon says. "There are too many eyes. If I want to fuck you, it will be under my terms."

"You forget I can be demanding too, Dramon."

"You'll remain silent for my cock."

The argument is irritating me, because he's challenging my authority.

"I will do what I want."

"Will you?" He thrusts behind me and lowers a hand. "I am not hearing anything yet."

And I can't seem to speak, because my sex is throbbing with need. I've been teased with many sex acts tonight, and went untouched. My nipples and clit want to repeat those sights and see if we can do it better. I like a challenge.

His hand presses against my back to lower me so I'm flat on my belly. My skirts are tugged and sent into the air to rain below. I instantly see where this is going. Dramon is going to take me mid-flight.

I palm his beast's neck and bite my lip. The air is caressing my bared sex. This is insanity, but I can't stop him.

The cock that everyone had ogled at the party enters me with so much ferocity that even I widen my eyes and mouth. He has this effect on me every time he surges inside, and I can't seem to get used to it.

He begins to thrust and slips a hand under me so my clit rubs on his palm instead of the beast's scales. Little grunts escape me as I take his beating. My ass claps against his lower abs, and I laugh when I notice the beast turned directions because our constant movement confused him.

Dramon reminds me that my situation is no laughing matter by slipping out of me and manoeuvring me so quickly that my legs whip in the air. I'm straddling him now, and it feels like I'm living through an earthquake, although we're hundreds of feet in the air.

My back arcs, and only the moon and Dramon can see our union. He's thrusting so deep that it hurts. He's reaching my cervix, but my walls clench him tight. They'll survive anything to get this man's seed.

Not even the sound of the wind in our ears hides the sound of our squelching. Wetness trickles out of me and pools on the scales below. It only stops trickling when I'm plugged full of alien cock. Dramon seals me air-tight every time.

I scratch his arms. In my blindness, I touch his arm ring. I'm usually wary of touching it because I know it can be offensive, but the only ring Dramon seems to care about is the one strangling his cock.

I reach for his hair, and clutch two handfuls to keep him right where he's at. He can't leave my depths until they're soaked and throughly abused.

Dramon seems to have the same idea, because he leans in to bite my neck and force me down on his lap. There's pain again. I don't think Dramon could avoid hurting me if he wanted to. He's too long, too thick. He was designed for punishment and breeding, not that I mind.

I'm being fucked by a beast on top of a beast, and this is my cloud nine.

I circle my hips to take all my beast offers, and then hunch over when I come. He lifts me, and then he's spurting all over my belly.

"Female from the stars," he croaks and lowers me to rub my dripping sex on his twitching balls.

"Mhm?"

"I have a problem that my wealth cannot resolve. I could never find a doctor to cure this."

"Did your wound get infected?"

"No. It is worse, because this can kill me. Venus, I am falling in love with—"

Blinding white light surrounds me. I grip Dramon fearfully to anchor myself to safety. There is more than intimacy and semen between us. There is a delicate trust.

In my peripheral vision, white lights in the horizon. It's not just me that's experiencing this.

This is— no. No, not now. It can't be happening now!

"Dramon!" I cry for him.

I feel the pressure of his embrace loosen as I'm pulled out of my world and into another. ( A vanishing took Venus)