Page 136 of Crown Prince's Mate

Ahead of us is the tall office building where my team has set up headquarters. Marble pillars rise, intertwined with gleaming glass, and there are terraces with tall trees growing on each floor.

“It doesn’t bother you at all?” Gallien seems completely unaffected.

Gallien and I pause in front of the towering office building, as a triad walks by us. They are wearing black tailored suits, and the leader is speaking in the Common tongue, on a holo-vid call. This is the business center of Colossus—and not everyone who finishes their hundred years retires to a life of leisure, others taking on human customs and building wealth. It’s jarring, the black suits contrasting against their marble skin. They were made for war, not for boardrooms, but the influence of my species has infiltrated even here.

“What would bother me?”

“The scene back there.”

“No. It’s only natural.”

I tilt my head back, casting a glance up at him. “Your kind could make even a Virelian blush,” I tease, trying to defuse the awkwardness I feel. It’s strange to see women here treated like property—and even stranger to have seen the café owner, a woman, come out and serve them like it was nothing. It’s the most shameful thing about it, that the women on this planet chose it themselves, that they gave up all freedom and dignity to become toys for the brutal alien race…

And that deep down, some part of me aches to be treated the same. Just for a moment. Just for long enough to forget the burdens I volunteered for.

Gallien’s lips twist into a knowing smirk before he saunters towards me, closing the distance between us. His hands find their home on my hips, hoisting me as though I weigh nothing and positioning me atop the centuries-old stone barrier that surrounds the towering office structure.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He steps back, and I kick at empty space. I’m six feet off the ground, easy enough for a Virelian who has been climbing hundred-foot trees sincechildhood to deal with, but I cross my arms and glare down at him as he just smirks up. His eyes, grey yet alive as a storm-tossed sea, shimmer with mischief, and the familiar stirring beneath his white robes doesn’t escape my notice as his arousal becomes impossible to hide. “Don’t get any ideas,” I hiss, placing my hands on the stone to jump down when he steps in closer, running his fingers up my calf.

“I thought you’d be more diplomatic. Where’s the respect for our customs and way of life?” He whispers, his voice velvety, and his long fingers explore up my inner thigh towards the zipper of my plain brown trousers, the standard blandness of the Administration so different from the sheer pleasure dresses of the pair of harem women who sated their master just a block down the road.

My eyes widen as I hear boots, and I look left. “Gallien, someone’s coming.” I caution him, as three huge figures in combat robes stride down the sidewalk towards us, unhurried, a triad of Aurelians in their late three-hundreds. My eyes widen as I see a leash dangling from the wrist of the second of the triad, a burly, bearded Aurelian with a scar on his neck like someone tried to take his head off. The leash is fine platinum, and it extends outwards, linking to the large nipple rings of a woman walking behind him, wearing only high heels. She has no shame, her head high as she walks, and as they pass, I watch the roll of her hips.

His hands slowly unzip my pants, and I bite my lip, looking up at the office building where I should be taking a meeting, but to my own shock, I press my hips up, letting him pull my pants down. I moan as he spreads my legs, exposing my slit, and the sound is enough that the triad walking by slows their pace, turning and watching as Gallien slowly runs his tongue up my thigh, towards my eager slit. The bearded Aurelian tugs at the chain, and the leashed woman moans in pain and pleasure as hernipples are pulled tight, her gasp echoing mine as Gallien laves his tongue over my clit.

The big, bearded Aurelian presses her down, forcing her on all fours on the sidewalk. He slaps his cock wetly against her slit, letting his pre-cum coat her entrance, then forces himself inside of her with a heavy grunt. She moans in plain and pleasure as he mounts her like an animal, pounding her as his two battle-brothers, unbothered by the scene, continue on their path. I’ve got a clear view of the rough fucking as Gallien worships me with his tongue, flicking up and down rhythmically with an intensity that drives me wild. The woman with the pierced nipples looks up at me, her bright green eyes meeting mine, and she licks her lips, smiling, before her man spanks her ass, hard, making her roll back her eyes and moan. She’s getting off on being seen, and a rush of shameful pleasure flows through me as I realize I’m feeling the same thing, knowing that she and her triad can hear my moans.

In this moment I am not a Prime Minster, I’m not the bride of an alien prince, I’m a woman being lavished and trained. My pussy clenches, tingling and needy, and I ache deeply to be filled, to be stretched and conquered as only the Aurelians can. Gallien takes a deep breath in, tasting my lust, and pulls back, throwing his robes aside to show his huge, throbbing cock. He whips his belt off, tossing his robe to the ground, and to my shock he grabs me by my hips, placing me down on all fours facing the other woman on the thick fabric of his battle garb.

Her heavy tits swing with each hard thrust of her man, the leash pulling on her nipples what must be painfully hard, but she’s in ecstasy, her mouth open and her tongue lolling out as she pants and moans. I’m awash with shame and pleasure, and I glance up at the office building, my cheeks reddening in horrified guilt as I imagine my staff on the balcony, looking down at their boss, but the Gallien grabs my hips firmly andslowly presses his thick, throbbing cock into me, conquering my slick resistance and driving himself deep inside me.

The bearded Aurelian roars, bellowing out, and a new rush of shame goes through me as I imagine my staff hearing it and peering down, and she screams in ecstasy matching his as they cum in unison. Gallien reaches around my body, groping my breasts as he fucks me, and I press back against him, our bodies finding a natural rhythm, writhing against each other as the bearded Aurelian pulls out, his thick, heavy cock dangling and dripping with the last drops of seed. The woman turns easily, pushing her long hair back and wrapping her lips around his slick cock, wet with her juices and his jism, cleaning it off as he groans in satisfaction. I watch as a huge torrent of cum drips from her stretched slit, and my eyes widen as I imagine Gallien filling me with hot torrents of his alien cum, seed that will flow down my legs just as it did with the woman with the pierced nipples.

He wraps her up in a huge hug, peering down at her with obvious adoration, while she giggles in satisfaction. Gallien loses himself in the moment, growling, his grip tightening painfully around my nipples, and I ache for him to unleash inside me, ache for him to rip off the ring and fully claim me, and the thought of it sends an exhilarating rush as I cum hard, clenching tightly against his cock as he embeds himself deep inside me, stretching me to the limit and throbbing as he seeds me.

I come back to reality, on my knees in public on a sidewalk, and my heart pounds. The bearded Aurelian starts walking, and the woman with the pierced nipples looks back, blowing a kiss at me, then follows her man, her hips rolling as cum drips from her, completely unashamed of her desires. I was never a prude, but I get up quickly, my hand between my legs, stopping the flow of Gallien’s cum before it can soil his robe.

I look up at him, searching for any trace of judgment in his slate-grey eyes, but he has this little smile on his face, and he leans in, kissing me, his huge hand against mine, covering my slit protectively as he pulls me close to him. He breaks off the kiss, running his other hand through my hair as he pulls me against his chest, and I can hear his steady heartbeat, so certain, the wall of muscle and strength of my protector.

We break off the embrace, and he grabs his battle robes, taking a handkerchief from a pocket and handing it to me. I’m embarrassed as I use it to clean myself.

“I can’t go in like this,” I gasp, my hair a mess, my cheeks flushed, the warmth of his seed inside me.

“Your staff went through the Rift with you. They trust you, and they’d follow you wherever you lead. They won’t care.”

“These are your customs, not ours.”

Gallien shrugs, pulling his robe around him and tightening the belt. “Loyalty and respect are not the exclusive domain of my species.” He grabs my pants from the perch on the stone wall and hands them to me as I smooth my top. I hold the handkerchief awkwardly, and he takes it, completely unbothered that it is soaked with his cum, and I get dressed, looking around to see if anyone else was watching the scene.

But the streets are empty, devoid of life, perfectly laid cobblestone without a speck of dust. Once this great Empire was full of vitality, but now we’re the only living souls standing in front of the office building which rises over a hundred stories, casting its shadow over emptiness. Other buildings are lined up in the row, architectural wonders molding marble pillars with gleaming glass, skyscrapers that pierce the heavens yet stand like monuments to a dead civilization.

Gallien takes my hand, and together we walk up the steps and through the sliding doors into the lobby. It is a high-ceilinged, empty expanse of polished marble with a circular deskin the center, where an attentive blonde with perfect posture smiles politely at our entrance.

“Prime Minister Hart. Welcome.” Her voice echoes as we approach, Gallien’s heavy boots deafening in the silence. “Your staff awaits you on the sixtieth, wing B. Shall I have anything sent up?”

“No, that’s quite alright. Is there a washroom?”

“Just that way,” she points, and as I get closer, I see she’s older than I thought, yet aging gracefully, a striking beauty in her time. Was she once a woman in a harem? Or did she come to Colossus for work and never leave, stuck in a ghost town greeting no one and getting paid so handsomely she couldn’t justify quitting?

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