Abducted; Namjin

Chapter Thirty Six

Yoongi

    Amusing.
    Everything is...quite amusing.
    I'm glad I took on this mission. Everything is going so well. My lips twitch into a smirk as I glance down beside me on the bed to see my cute little mate sleeping comfortably on his side.
     His lips parted and tiny snores coming out along with a little drool. His shirt is lifted to show off his growing stomach. Sweat visible on his cooling temple.
     Perhaps I worked him too hard. His body is quite fragile and sensitive. I have to be gentler before I break him.
     I caress his hair and take a deep breath, enjoying his scent invading my nostrils.
    Inside, our room is peaceful and quiet.
    Outside...a storm is raging and I'm enjoying every moment of entertainment. I casually observe the drama going on in the corridor through the minds and eyes of everyone present.
     The humans in shock and pain yet still trying to be happy...
     The annoying captain just mentally checking out with his own problems...
     And the other observers responsible for such a situation. Ha ha. It's all too much.
    Jungkook rolls over with a groan, rubbing his eyes. "Why are you laughing like that?" His voice is rough with sleep.
      "No reason. I just find you cute when you sleep."
     His face reddens and he jerks the covers up to hide. "Hush!"
     I forcibly take the covers from him and cover him with my own body, holding him down. He squirms but the struggles aren't real. He's just flustered. He wants me. Wants it. Wants my kiss and my touch. My attention.
     He's fully obsessed. I know it. I made it so. Gazing down into his eyes, I focus it all into hypnotizing him, making him love me even more. Making him crave me insatiably.
     I've infected him with my venom. My poison. My seed. It's worked it's magic beautifully on him. I tilt my head down just a bit and he opens his mouth, pressing his chest up closer, craving contact.
     Smirking, I tease his lips with my tongue. He salivates, practically begging with his eyes for more. He's so easy to read. I don't even have to invade his mind anymore. I can see it all so clearly.
     My baby. I love you. You must always love me back. You must never look away from my eyes, from my body. Only focus on me. Only see me. Only feel me. Only take me inside and want my seed, my offspring.
     He shudders, moaning and squirming even more under me, whining softly.
     My smile softens as I take his face in my hands and give him exactly what he wants, what he needs—me.
     I will keep invading every part of him, striking him, biting him, infecting him with my love, my poison until I'm all he lives for. All he knows.
     It's too late for anyone to save him. He needs me now. Perhaps I should feel a little bad or maybe pity but I'm too selfish for that. I want what I want and I get what I want.
     From the moment I saw the timid medic—I knew he'd be mine. I claimed him the second I saw him. I chose him. It was fun playing for a while before getting serious but now I must remember that I do have a purpose. Jungkook is merely a perk, a gift for my sacrifice of surrendering myself to such arrogant and stupidly foolish creatures that dared to believe they could enslave one of us. The foolish audacity...
      I don't want to enslave Jungkook, though. I love him. Love doesn't come easily for our kind, either. Perhaps I've been the one infected by him. He's done something to me. I can't be upset about it, though. Not with his adorable face and tasty body.
     I sigh, enjoying his flavor as his tongue impatiently invaded my mouth, tangling with my own.
     My sweet.
    So needy. So desperate for me, are you? 
    He cries, spreading his legs under me. "Please...it aches...take it off..." His trembling fingers struggle to remove my clothes.
    Groaning with desire, my eyes flash red and I sink my teeth into his throat. He jerks, screaming.
    I stifle it with my mouth. It doesn't hurt him. It's pure pleasure coursing through his body. Setting his insides on fire as cum erupts like a geyser from his sensitive cock and soaks his naked thighs. His ass quivers and drips sweet honey, calling to me.
     I grope said thighs and bite him again and again, enjoying the tired and breathless moans and screams before I sink my cock into that hottest most secret place that now only belongs to me.
     Shredding his clothes, I touch and kiss him everywhere, calming him as he sobs uncontrollably. His body and mind warring as confusing and pleasure take hold.
     He's strong. He knows something isn't quite right. He knows deep down that I'm poisoning him with my love. That I'm controlling him. Forcing him to want.
     But there's nothing he can do. Just like the manipulative and venomous cold blooded snakes on the human's planet, I have no remorse in my actions. No regret. I hunt and I prey. Jungkook is my prey. Always has been.
     But I won't hurt him. Oh, I'll eat him up and swallow him whole but he will thoroughly enjoy every single moment of it. My lust and love for him is as much a saving for him as it will be a burden.
     "Yoongi!"
     Love me. Feel me deep inside. Take it all in and never release it. Your body belongs to me. Your mind and soul answer to me. I am your soulmate. Your everything. Only answer to me and I will treat you with kindness and give you everything, sparing you pain.
      As I tire his body out and he falls back asleep in my arms, I take note of his stomach. I press my hand down and feel movement.
     Perfect. They are growing just as expected. Our little younglings. It won't be much longer.
     I need to prepare our exit from this ship, however. They need to be born on my planet. He needs to live his life with me and our young. He will be revered as a royal of our planet.
     After all...a king needs a queen, yes?
    As King of my planet, I acknowledge my roll of captive as a way to find myself a mate to help me rule.
     Jungkook is that one for me. He will be regarded with highest honors amongst my people and they will bow down to our children and their future rulers.
     The time for playing games and sitting around are over. It's time I returned home to continue strictly ruling my people. They need their leader.
     I can hear them growing impatient as they call out to me. Urging me to hurry back.
     It's almost time to end the charade.