Astray Among The Stars

Chapter 33: Royally Fucked

The following chapter depicts a scene of rape. Reader discretion is advised.

Harris cringed, imagining how seething and raging Polla would be if she could attend the wedding, even if she chose. He sighed. The only human attending would be Captain Drevwood, the only good news he received today.

His bed moved, the princess rolling over, hugging him in a death trap embrace. He winced, realizing she must have snuck into his guest quarters during the night.

"Oh, Harripoo!"

Holloway grimaced, his jaw clenched. "Don't call me that."

She squeezed tighter, her warmth strongly surrounding him. "You're so handsome, Harripoo!"

Harris rolled his eyes. "Why are you in my bed? We agreed to-"

"My castle, my rules."

She licked his neck; he stiffened with disgust, his face puckering as her split, snake-like tongue paved a slimy trail of saliva across his skin. She smiled, oblivious to his reaction as she pet his hair like a puppy.

"The genetics test came back. We are compatible."

Oh fuck.

"Today is our wedding."

He rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth. "How could I forget?"

Princess Maral giggled. Harris froze. That wasn't good. That wasn't anything good.

She leaned in closer, putting her mouth right next to his ear. "By the way," she gently whispered, "I'm not wearing anything."

He wriggled free from her grasp, nearly jumping out of the bed. She sat up, her bare body draped behind the covers.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get breakfast. Alone."

"But you are not fully dressed."

He made his way to the door, throwing his uniform jacket over his undershirt. "I don't care, Princess Triple Tits!"

He quickly slipped outside, hastily heading down the halls. Enough was enough. She went too far. And now, she would pay the price.

* * *

Polla slumped in her chair as storm clouds rained over her head. She aimlessly poked her fork at the rations, the meal unappetizing.

A figure took the seat across from her at the edge of her vision, but she didn't bother looking, already knowing who it was.

"Feeling all right, Ensign?"

"No, Captain."

"Hey. Cheer up. It'll be over in a day."

Polla glanced out the window, her eyes sinking. "Yeah, but what if she doesn't let him go? What if he thinks she's better than me?"

"He doesn't."

"What if he wants to stay?"

"Polla, don't be so insecure. Holloway would never leave you. Don't worry. Don't think like that. You're a sweet and loving girl. The princess has nothing to offer but wealth and power."

"I miss him."

"I do too, but you'll see him tomorrow. I promise."

* * *

Harris walked down the aisle, the princess waiting at the end, dressed elegantly in a long scarlet dress, standing next to her stern and abnormally cheerful father adorned in his ultramarine military suit, his medals and crown prominently displayed. The monarchs stood, the castle walls behind them illuminated against the starry night sky. In the corners of his vision, paparazzi swarmed the makeshift barriers in the castle courtyard, filming and snapping pictures of the mysterious alien husband-to-be.