They sat in the carriage next to each other, the hum of electricity vibrating through Mira's body. It was a few hours drive to the council palace, and she had spent the first gazing at the scenery and taking in the planet outside the selection zones boundaries. It was mostly just first and countryside, not much different than earths except the colors and vibrancy. But she still loved every inch of it.

Now she was growing warm in the heat of the carriage, and sweat beaded above her eyebrow.

"Does this thing have air conditioning?"

Ezra looked at her from a tablet of some sort he had been reading from. "Are you too hot?" He asked.

She sighed. "Very," she said, fanning herself with her hand.

Ezra reached above their heads and pushed a button,. It blasted cool air over them, washing over Mira like a refreshing waterfall. But she still felt numb and sticky all over.

She leaned her head back closing her eyes. "For Christ's sake, is there fertility chemicals in the air too?"

Ezra narrowed his eyes at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

She swallowed hard, feeling flustered and slightly embarrassed. "Screw it," she said, throwing her body over his.

Ezra tossed the tablet device aside and pressed his hands against Mira's neck and jaw, their lips colliding and their tongue gliding. He broke apart in a small bit of laughter.

"What?" Mira asked, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.

"Nothing, you're just cute."

She wanted to bite him suddenly for making fun of her. "It's not my fault you people put like horny pills in literally everything."

His grin fades to smile and he licks his lips. "It's not the horny pills... it's me. And you. Our bodies have connected, you still have my essence inside you. It raises your libido."

"I don't care what it is," Mira kissed him again. "I just want you."

Ezra kissed her for several minutes until she began to pull off his shirt. "Hold on sweetheart," he said stopping her. Mira huffed and slumped in his lap disappointedly.

"What now?"

"If we have sex, you're going to be a mess when we get there." He glances down at their groins pressed together. Mira knew he was right, but she still wanted him. "How about you just let me do the work, alright?" He smiled, gently setting her down across from him.

Mira smiled as he began to lift up the light green dress she had put on that morning. "I guess," she played, and he didn't waste anytime. His tongue worked in between her thighs and she parted her knees for him, letting him work magic with his mouth.

She had gotten off twice by the time they arrived. Ezra was drying his face on the inside of his shirt when the carriage came to a stop. He pulled back the window curtains and looked out the window at the sparkling palace made of faint shells and sand stone. "We're here," he said, glancing at Mira.

Her hair was a mess, but at least she wasn't soaked waist down with him cum. Not that anyone from the council would mind. Sex wasn't as taboo as it was on her planet. But he knew she would be embarrassed. So he saved her from that.

"That was the best road trip ever," she smiled, still in a blissful haze.

"Here," he pulled a brush from her small bag. "Only if you want."

"I wouldn't want to look like some street rat the first time I meet your parents. Would I?" She joked, running the brush through her hair quickly.

"My parents are the ones who made me attend the selection. They're going to be happy I chose someone at all."

"Were you not going to?"

Ezra smiled at her. "Let's just say that wasn't the first selection ball I've been to."

"It's the first you actually selected someone though?" Mira gaped. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I never really liked anyone else before. Come on," he kissed her on the cheek and took her hand. "You look beautiful."

He pulled her from the carriage as the door swung open, and Mira was taken away by the beauty and size of the palace. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. Large shells and sandstone created a building at least thirty stories high, each room and section rounded and draped in water vines and beautiful flowers of all colors. The highest points of the castle shone in the sunlight as if made of glass from the ocean water. It was so huge, Mira knew she would get lost in it, literally.

In the front of the palace, two aliens stood with cheerful expressions. They wore identical outfits, tunics made from silk or some smooth, sleek leaf, and underpants that sagged on the man and clung to the woman.

The woman said something to Ezra in an alien language, embracing him immediately. And the man hugged him too, their foreheads pressed against one another in some strange alien greeting.

"Mira, this is my mother and father."

"It's so good to meet you Mira," his mother said, and she pulled Mira into arms, pressing her hand over Mira's heart in a greeting. "You can call me Jin, if you wish."

"And you can call me Tenzi," his father added, smiling warmly at Mira. Mira took the king and queen in. They weren't at all what she expected.

"Good human introductions," Ezra added, and Mira didn't know if he was being serious or if he was trying not to roll his eyes at them.

They hadn't done anything wrong, the whole thing just felt odd to Mira. Maybe if it had been less human-like it would have felt more normal to her.

"How many times have you seeded her?" Ezra's mother said casually, ignoring his previous comment.

Mira burned red from her ears to her toes. These human-aliens were direct about everything involving baby making.

Ezra replied in his language, taking Mira's hand as if to shield her from the embarrassment. But after the three of them exchanged several foreign words, his mother, Jin, reached out to touch her stomach.

"We hope you are with child soon," she smiled, then turned to her son. "Give her a tour and make sure she's properly fed."

Ezra nodded, taking Mira's arm in his and leading her towards the palace. Mira only dared to glance over her shoulder for a split second to see the king and queen—or whatever they were called, walk towards what could only be described by Mira as a garden.

Several, tall trees with long, thin branches swept through the wind like weeping willow trees. But these were larger and the branches were almost curly, swirling in the breeze like the porch ornaments she had on her patio.

In between the trees was a long winding dirt path that disappeared into the forest of swinging branches and large bushels of flowers, all tropical and bright colors.

"They're very direct," Mira said as soon as they were gone.

"Sex isn't as private here as it is on your planet. It isn't hidden, nor is anyone embarrassed or ashamed of it. But they know better than to bring it up so abruptly to a earthling."

"Is that what you were saying then, when you were speaking your language with them?"

"More or less. I told them not to overwhelm you. My mother was arguing that you're going to have to get used to it. My father agreed, however, that it could be done slowly. My mother is just anxious to have a new baby in the family, that's all."

"They seem nice."

"They will be nice, to you anyways. We all value women, more than humans from earth ever have."

"So you mean Jayku don't treat them like property?" Mira almost joked, but the truth of it was clear in every history book, and ever realistic novel.

"Never," he confirmed, and they reached the front doors to the palace.

Inside, the main entrance room and hallways extending off it were like something from a greenhouse. Large wooden and round shell pots were full of small trees and bushes, and vines hung down from the tall ceiling twisted with dangling lights. The floors were like a polished pearl, showing their blurry reflection as they walked on.

He took her to the dining room where an assortment of fruits, vegetables, and nuts were arranged in bowl after bowl along a long table made of thick glass and beautifully carved wood.

They sat next to each other and filled their stomachs, and then he gave Mira a tour of the west wing, where he grew up. He showed her the tunnels behind large hanging leaf doors that were moved by the touch of his hand. Mira thought the planets had to be psychic to move the way they did to a persons touch.

When Mira felt she had adequately explored the strange shell-forest palace, she let out a yawn and stretched out her arms. "I'm ready for bed," she said, and Ezra smiles, pulled her hand into his, and led her on a platform that began to rise as soon as they stepped onto it.

Instead of climbing hundreds of stairs, like Mira had imagined they would have to, the platform rose to the highest point in the west wing, which made up one of the towers made of sandstone. The platform slid in a dark room, and Ezra led her to a wooden door that looked like old bark from a sea log.

"Welcome to my home," he smiled, pushing the door open.

Mira stepped inside the spacious tower, a round space wide enough she could have fit three of the log cabins they had stayed in inside. The floors were tan like sand, but they were draped in soft grassy rugs. The furniture was all leafy and green, a long couch made of what looked like blue bear fur sat in front of a series of long, diamond glass windows. Books with Leather-like covers and binding sat in a shelf that had been carved out of the right wall. On the right side, drapes of vines separated a bedroom from the lounging area. Mira slowly made her way inside as the lights twisted along the ceiling and dangling like stars from vines above her head began to brighten. She didn't know how, but figured Ezra was doing something to light them—or maybe they were automatic.

She let her fingertips graze along the series of vines spreading the room, until she reached the other side and her feet froze. The bed that sat before her was massive—at least two King sized mattresses. But they weren't made of leaves or grass, or vines like she had expected. She walked over to it, and pressed her hand against the padding.

"Is that memory foam?"

"Something like it. I asked my parents to arrange it for your comfort... I wanted you to feel more at home."

She was living in a palace made out of shells and some magical leaf technology on a foreign planet, with an alien prince. She wasn't ever going to feel at home. But she didn't say that. In fact, she thought the gesture was sweet.

"Thank you," she smiled, turning around and slipping her arms around his shoulders loosely. She had to stand up on her tippy toes to try and kiss him, but he stood with his back straight, making it impossible to reach him.

"Don't," he said, looking almost in pain. "Don't ever thank me for anything."

She gave him a confused look. "Why?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist and dipped his neck to speak closer to her. "The choice you had to make that led you here was a tragedy... the least I can do is try and make more comfortable. I don't want you to thank me for anything I do for you. I do it because I care about you, and because I want to make this tragedy as bearable as I can."

Mira let go of him, stepping backward so she could see him better—see more of him. "I made my choice, and I was prepared to live with it. I am prepared to live with it. But it's not your fault. You didn't make my sister sick. You didn't organize my awful governments lack of respect for human life. On earth, I am nothing—a nobody. But here, I am important. I miss my home, I really do. But meeting you has been the greatest adventure of my life. And I don't regret a single second of it."

He couldn't stop himself. He grabbed her waist and pulled her body against his, their lips colliding. They made their way to the bed, and she sat on the edge while never letting their lips break apart. She loved the taste of him, loved the way his hands felt on the small of her back, the way he removed her dress in one quick, fluid motion. She laid back, and he pressed his weight against her, his lips escaping hers only so he could trail kisses down her jaw, over her neck and against her breasts. His palm pressed gently around the curve as he worked his way back up to her lips. Her hands reached for his pants, tugging them off clumsily, kissing him with. A feverish urgency that left her stumbling and jittery.

"I don't know if I'll ever get enough of you Mira," he whispered into the hair against the spot next to her ear, and his wet, warm breath sent electricity down her neck and into her pelvis.

His shirt came off next, then he coaxed her knees apart with his legs and slid inside her gently, making her whimper from pleasure and the small prickle of pain associated with him stretching her open. But it didn't hurt like before, now it was more of the way muscles felt after exercise. And she loved every second of it.

Starting off slow, he rocked deep into her over and over, building and building as he picked up speed with every few thrusts. Her bare nipples tingled as they pressed against his warm skin, and she moaned into his chest, breathing him in like her own personal drug. He wasn't the only one who couldn't get enough. They were both addicted, and they were high off one another.

Ezra grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head, pinning them to the bed with one arm. She began to feel him getting closer, their bodies had grown in tune with another. She lifted her pelvis slightly, letting him ram his cock deep inside her. She felt every warm inch of it, filling her so full she never wanted it to stop.

Then, suddenly, she was empty. She opened her mouth to ask why he had stopped, but before the words made it out, he grabbed her by waist and flipped her around.

"Crawl for me sweetheart," he asked, and she obeyed. She lifted her bottom into the air, propping her body up on her elbows.

He placed one hand on the side of each ass cheek, and gently, glided inside her, filling her once again. She muffled the whimpers and moans escaping her lips into the mattress, and focused on how good his dick felt as it swelled inside her from this new angle. She leaned forward, and fell back a little too hard, forcing him to pound against her ass. The moan she let out was almost a scream of pleasure, and Ezra reveled in the sound. He let her do the work for a moment, rocking back and forth against him, his dick slamming into her over and over until he couldn't take it anymore.

He grabbed her by the hips and shook her body back and forth, harder and faster than what she could manage. Her tits flew back and forth, slapping against her skin. Juices began to drip down the insides of her legs, and it took her a second to realize it was her that had conjured them.

Ezra began to shudder, his dick along with him, and he released his load inside her, pulling her hips in for one last huge thrust. The cum sprayed inside he like a shower head, massaging the walls of her pelvis with a force that made her begin to shake. Her arms gave in, and her face fell into the mattress as she climaxed. The muscles inside her pussy tightened and pulled so hard, she could practically feel herself squeezing his seed inside her as deep as it possibly could go.

When he gently pulled himself out of her, her juices mixed with his. A steady stream ran down both sides of her legs as she twisted and fell to her side.

"Holy shit," she exhaled. "That was the best orgasm I think I've ever had." She was still feeling it, every fiber inside her tingling and throbbing.

Ezra laid down beside her, kissing her shoulder. "Good."

Mira's eyes grew heavy like they always did when he released his load inside her. But this time, she was so tired she could barely move a muscle in her body.

She was grateful when Ezra pulled a blanket over them both, and pulled her into his arms. As she drifted asleep, she let his warmth soak into her. And the last though she had before fading into oblivion was how she never wanted this fairytale to end.