The Claiming of a Virgin King

When his father is killed in
battle, William De Gulliame is thrust into the position of king.
But armies of rebel aliens attack from the north, his own people in
the south cower below him, and William is in increasing danger of
losing his throne. He needs help and he needs it fast…and there is
only one male who can give him that help, Lord Dargan of the island
fortresses.

Lord Dargan has an army of
his own, but he has never gotten involved in the war. Though an
alien himself, he is settled in his fortress and has everything one
male can ever need. So, when the king comes to him and asks for his
aid, Dargan has every intention of refusing. Until he meets him
that is, and realizes that the king has something he wants very
much indeed…

The Claiming of a Virgin
King

by

April Andrews

M/M, ANAL SEX, ANAL PLAY,
RIMMING, DUBIOUS CONSENT, FORCED SEDUCTION, AND TENTACLE
SEX

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Inc.

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BOOK

The Claiming of a Virgin
King

Copyright © 2015 by April Andrews

Edited by Marie Medina

First E-book Publication: January 2015,
SMASHWORDS EDITION

Cover design by K Designs

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Twisted Erotica Publishing.

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All characters and events in this book
are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is
strictly coincidental.

Dedication

This one is for the place that inspired
it.

Þakka þér fyrir.

The
Claiming of a Virgin King

Chapter One

King William De Gulliame looked out of
his private chamber onto his kingdom. It was all laid out below
him, from the castle stronghold below, right to the farms that
stretched as far as his eye could see. And then beyond that, the
tenement villages, the mining structures, the smelting plants, the
fishing ports, it was all there, all safe for now.

William had no idea how long that
safety was going to last.

He placed his hands either side of the
wall and narrowed his eyes. His view was to the south, so even if
it somehow stretched all the way down to the coast, William
wouldn’t be able to see the devastation that was there in the
north—the sacked villages, the burning farms, the empty mines. But
it was behind him, nagging at him, filling his thoughts every
minute of every day.

He lifted a hand and rubbed against
his head. As was often the case these days, a headache was
blooming. William tried to ignore it, because there was little that
could be done to remove it. The headache, along with the constant,
low level churning in his gut, had been there ever since he had
buried him father sixth moons ago. William suspected it was going
to stay there right to the very end…whenever that might
be.

“
Soon,” he whispered to
himself. “Sooner than you would like.”

He frowned at that thought
and turned away from the window. There was little benefit to derive
from simply looking out at his kingdom. William had to make a
plan,
had
to find
a way to save it.

He walked over to the great table
where a map of his entire kingdom was laid out. The northern part
of the map was colored a deep, blood red. The alien rebels
controlled that portion of his kingdom now, their armies moving
ever further south as they took village after village. To the
south, and colored a rich blue, were William’s own people. They hid
behind the bottleneck that was the capital city, their fighting
skills no match for the rebels even if they were inclined to
try.

They were not.

William could not escape the fact that
his people south of the line were cowed, but then, was that any
wonder? When the aliens had arrived half a decade ago they had left
everyone in awe of not only their towering physiques, but also
their advanced technology. In the beginning they had held out the
hand of friendship to William’s father, and then, when his guard
was down, had turned on him. The war had been raging ever since,
and now it was up to William to win it.

He sighed at the thought and continued
his perusal of the map. The islands that were on the left side of
the capital city caught his gaze. There were over a hundred in all,
little bits of what had once been part of the main continent, at
least until the seas had risen. That had been many thousands of
years ago now, but here, in the castle, were writings that told of
that time. So far as William understood it the southern polar cap
had melted and flooded all the low-lying areas. The inhabitants had
all fled inwards, to the place that was now the capital city. Over
time they had then moved north and south, until the entire
continent was inhabited in some way, but they had never gone back
to the islands. They were too superstitious, and so the islands had
remained uninhabited for the most part, at least until a half
decade ago, when they too had been taken…

Lord Dragan…

The king frowned as he thought about
the alien male who had declared himself ruler of the islands. Like
the alien army to the north, he too had arrived from the stars
seeking a new home. But unlike the northern aliens, Dragan had
never held out a hand of friendship or a knife of deceit. He had
simply settled his people on the islands and ignored everything,
and everyone else.

He was neutral.

And damn him for
that
.

The door opened and closed behind him
with a soft thud, almost punctuating William’s thought. He did not
look up immediately. Here in his private chamber he was safe
enough, the rebels could not get to him here. Though they had tried
to disguise themselves before and infiltrate the capital city,
their appearance made it difficult. Apart from their height and
their broad build, their skin was a strange blue shade, very like
the northern oceans. And if that was not enough to give them away,
their bodies certainly were…

“
William?”

The king shifted, pulled from his
thoughts of the strange alien appendages, and looked up. Niahm, his
advisor, his general, his most trusted servant, stood before him.
Whatever William needed Niahm gave, but there were some things she
could not help with, and the moment he saw her face he knew that
was going to be the case today, because she did not look
happy.

“
The messenger has
returned?” William asked.

Niahm nodded. “Yes.”

“
Already?”

“
Despite the approach of
the new moon the seas were kind to him,” Niahm said. “They have
been calm for some time now, ever since the great storm. It seems
whatever damage the arrival of the aliens caused has healed. The
planet has righted itself again.”

William sighed, straightened up, and
crossed his arms. “That is not what I meant.”

“
I know,” Niahm said with
a sigh. “And I wish I had better news to bring you.”

William knew then exactly what his
advisor was going to tell him, and he gritted his teeth against the
knowledge. “Lord Dragan refused to see him?”

Niahm nodded again. “Yes. He was
turned away.”

“
That is the sixth
messenger I have sent.”

“
I know,” she said. “And
the sixth to be turned away before they could even step foot on the
capital island. Dragan will not see them. He will not even allow
them to enter his lands.”

“
They are not
his
lands,” William
growled. “They’re mine.”

“
In name only,” Niahm
said. “You hold no power there anymore.”

William looked down at the map again,
the truth of Niahm’s words hitting hard. It wasn’t that she was
telling him anything he didn’t know, he was well aware of how
tenuous his hold over his lands was, but still…Dragan…

“
Send another,” he
snapped. “Make them try harder.”

A pause and then, “As you
wish.”

Niahm turned back to the door. Her
long, red hair swishing as she moved. It was a sight William was
very familiar with, as Niahm had been with him now for over a year.
She had been promoted by his father after the death of William’s
last advisor. And then, when the old king had died, it had been
assumed that William would simply keep the old court and relegate
Niahm, but he had not. Such an action was unthinkable. William
simply did not know what he would do without her. She was smart,
cunning, careful, but most of all she was honest, and in their
current situation William valued that honesty above anything
else.

“
Stop,” he said as she
moved to turn the door handle. “Say whatever it is you’re
thinking.”

She turned back to him and narrowed
her green eyes. Green eyes…red hair…they were typical of her
people, those from the north, those that had been displaced by the
alien aggressors. Niahm had escaped in the very early days when she
was still a teenager, and William had often thought that her mother
had been very smart to see danger where, back then, none had seemed
imminent. Had Niahm not managed to escape south, she would likely
be mated to one of the alien generals now. They took two, three,
even more females as their mates, and those females were not
confined to their own species.

“
Sending another messenger
will make no difference,” she said after a moment. “Dragan has
never involved himself in our wars, and he will not do so
now.”

“
He is a member of my
kingdom,” William snapped. “He agreed to that when he accepted his
title.”

Niahm frowned. “I’m not sure he
‘accepted’ the title. He simply didn’t refuse it when you father
bestowed in upon him. And,” she added when William made to speak,
“he causes us no trouble. His people never stray from the islands.
They do not collude with the northern rebels. They keep to
themselves.”