The Primitive King ~ ON HOLD ~

TWENTY-THREE

IDEN

The past week had been hell to endure, with all of the preparations that had to be made Alvara and I hadn't had more than a moment to sleep. I'd tried several times to relive the past two heated encounters, but each time she worked me up and then passed out before her head hit the pillow. I had to carry her to bed on several nights, not to mention the nights we spent in her ship.

Cuby was annoyingly present at all times, fascinated with the process of Alvara's weapon making. I'll admit, I never thought she'd be such an asset to the clan. It was clear she was meant to lead them right by my side, and I looked forward to the day that we could come home and live our lives in peace. This week had been stressful but also the most enjoyable of my life, I was finally really getting to know her. My clan already loved her as their own.

It occurred to me that because of our plan, Iriphia would need a new king. I figured that all of the clan leaders that joined could battle for the title. I had no interest If I was honest. I just wanted to love Alvara and perhaps raise a family if possible. Because of our different races, we may be unable to produce offspring. I knew that it wasn't a problem for me, but she may have had dreams of a family one day. We'd have to broach the subject before things got too far, though I daresay they already have.

Every time I woke up next to her, my cock would stand at attention and throb painfully for some kind of stimulation. She often squirmed and moaned in her sleep, leaving me at the mercy of her allure. Her scent wrapped my sheets, her mostly bare skin brushed mine often, and though it was torture on my libido I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Today was the final day of preparations for our trek, and my mind sifted through all of the possibilities with our upcoming coup. It was thought to be suicide to go against the King, but we made extra ammo to display the weapons to each clan. We'd have to prove that we could succeed, otherwise, why would anyone want to follow us?

It was well past time for the clan dinner, and I was waiting for Cuby and Alvara to join before I began. All week long I've been distracted by the tight pants that she loves to wear from her previous life. Her bum was so full and round, and they sloped into a teeny waist then broadened again to voluptuous breasts. I'd die happily suffocated by those things.

It was quite peculiar how attracted I was to Alvara, I'd seen a few females since the plague and the King's terror, but they looked nothing like her. She was hairy, rounded, stubborn, and intelligent. The women of my kind were taller and more muscled, however, they were not as strong, not in spirit. Her mental differences intellectually envigorate me, but her physical differences are what drive me insane with lust. 

My lovesick gaze for the past few days wasn't lost to Bakra, who had to remind me several times that there was a lot to do before we departed. 

I knew that it would be dangerous for her away from our settlement, but it was necessary and the only thing keeping me sane was knowing that I'd have my men by my side willing to die for her. She truly breathed life back into our lungs that day that she gave us hope to rescue my mother. Her mind was a wonder to me, and I was humbled by her intelligence, to say the least. I'd just assumed she was a helpless female, but that was only the case when it came to this alien environment.