Zane
I WAITED FOR Astrid to awaken after our light-speed journey to Zenithia, wondering how she’d react to the reality of an entire alien population. Although, as a scientist, maybe she’d adjust quickly?
More than likely I could expect a massive meltdown.
X entered the white-lit assimilation chamber, the same place Prairie had learned of our true nature.
He glanced at my chosen mate, one eyebrow lifted in appreciation. “Good choice, brother.” X turned from Astrid as she lay on the soft platform. “Did she give you any trouble?”
Snorting, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Did Prairie give you any trouble?”
“You know that female. Her middle name’s Trouble.”
I laughed broadly. “This one came across as,” I hesitated, “docile at first—”
“So in other words, trouble.”
“She’s a scientist with NASA. Brainy. And she seemed to know about our planet.”
Frowning heavily, X studied her again. “NASA-brainiac or not, she shouldn’t be aware of Zenithia.”
“Agreed. It’s fucking weird, but intriguing.” I smirked. “That’s how I knew she was the one. Plus her tits are more magnificent than I expected.”
“That’s all you can think about?”
I cupped my crotch. “You’ve got sex on the brain, and you’ve only got one cock. Think about what it must be like for me.”
“Prairie’s going to ask her a million questions about that, you know?”
“Jealous?” A wicked grin stretched my lips.
“Just treat this one right. I mean, the human chicks have balls, but this one here,” his head quirked, “she looks a little fragile.”
“Haven’t gotten my dicks wet since I decided to go to Earth. Not like I’m going to do anything to mess up the possibility I might’ve found the woman for me.”
“Good.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “I’m putting Magnar on her for protection.”
“You think that’s necessary?”
“Better safe than sorry after the attempt on Prairie’s life.”
I stepped closer to Astrid’s sleeping form, caressing the soft slope of a shoulder bared from the woven blanket draped over her. “You’re right. Astrid’s safety is worth every measure. But Magnar better not drool all over her.”
“He knows how to behave properly. Mostly.” At the door, X paused. “Be careful with her.”
I hunkered beside Astrid, pale blonde hair fanned around her delicate face, eyelids closed in repose, hiding the blue of her irises, bright as the zlilue stone.
The healer entered, her tall stature and lavender-hued skin only made Astrid seem more exotic. The healer inspected Astrid before inserting an ear translator implant efficiently and painlessly. She checked her pulse and heartrate.
“A healthy specimen.” Gliding a scanner above Astrid’s body, she studied the readouts. “Twenty-nine years old. Definitely of viable age.”
Just then, Astrid came awake with a gasp. Her eyes flipped wide, oceanic blue irises swimming in confusion.
“What’s happening? Where am I?” She saw me beside her and shoved up to her elbows. “What did you do to me?”
Before I could speak a word, she discovered her naked state—the blanket pooled down to her hips—and she crossed both arms over her tits.
“Ack! Where are my clothes?”
I didn’t answer, too busy appreciating the view. As I’d mentioned to X, who would’ve thought she’d be concealing such epic curves beneath the baggy jeans and hideous green-alien sweatshirt? She was stacked, a full figure for such a tiny frame, and her ass was two great big handfuls of feminine flesh I’d discovered earlier while undressing her for the initial examination.
As Astrid sat up, still fuming, I licked my lips hungrily.
Despite having human slaves—the chattelian system now abolished due to Prairie’s influence—I’d never felt compelled to join with an Earthling.
Astrid was different.
She regarded me as if she wanted to eat me whole as I stood before her in the usual warrior-class garb only slightly more elaborate because I was royalty. A hammered metal chestplate, the gauntlets on my forearms, a loincloth of tanned tazek hide, and boots laced up my calves.
Or perhaps she just wanted to stick me under a microscope to examine me. Either way, it didn’t matter. I wanted to pump Astrid’s cunt full of cum immediately. I wondered how she was going to react to my formidable endowments as my dicks throbbed and beat against the scant garment at my groin.
“Can you at least get me something to cover up with?” Astrid huffed in irritation.
I nodded to the healer, and Astrid shot a gaze at the tall older woman who approached with a robe.
“Who’s she?” Astrid’s eyes widened even more as I held her hand and helped her off the platform.
The blanket fell to the floor, and I spun the small female in my hands. “Our healer. She’s only here to aid you.” I glided the robe over her arms, hugging her from behind to tie the cord. “She fitted you with an ear translator so you can understand Zenithian.”
“What?” Astrid wheeled around in my arms, tapping both ears. “You’re not talking English?”
I chuckled. “No, meehri.”
“If you’ve kitted me out with this magical translator then why did I just hear you say me-rie.”
My cheeks colored, and I hesitated. The healer bowed and stepped from the room.
“Well, I’m waiting, Mr. I’m the Prince of a Planet No One’s Ever Heard Of?”
“Meehri. It’s a special word. An endearment.” I peered into her dazzling blue eyes. “And you have heard of Zenithia. You already admitted that.”
Whirling in a circle, she surveyed the room, the furnishings. “You’re really telling me I’ve just woken up on Zenithia?”
“Yes.”
“Did my parents put you up to this?”
“I do not know your people, Astrid.” Drawing a fingertip down her cheek, I cupped the side of her face. “Besides, I promised I’d prove aliens are real.”
On command, my irises flickered from the usual icy blue to the royal gold, and my pupils flipped vertical as they had in the desert.
Astrid held up her hands, backing away from me. “No no no. Sharonite, Zenithia . . . that was just a story Old Mr. Hobbs told. This can’t be real.”
Ah. The five stages of denial had set in. Compressing my lips together, I listened to her rant, expecting the usual:
- Total disbelief
- Awe
- Sexual awakening (my personal favorite)
- More denial
- Truth
Right now we were in the middle of total disbelief.
Her eyes turned wide then her hands flapped toward her face. “Where are my glasses?”
“You won’t be needing those anymore.”
“What’ve you done to my vision?” My little scientist was about to lose her shit.
I sauntered toward her. “Corrected it.”
“What if I like my glasses?”
“I’ll have your vision uncorrected.” No big.
She let out the longest sigh I’d ever heard, closed her eyes, and shook her head. I hoped she wasn’t close to tears because I was ill-equipped to handle a weeping female.
Offering her my arm, I asked, “Now, would you like your proof?”
She balked again. “And just what exactly are you wearing?”
“Customary garb. You like it?” I gave her a lewd smirk.
“What happened to your other clothes?” Her slow appraisal of my mostly unclad musculature was anything but scientific.
The low throb in my groin intensified with hot pressure.
“Those were just Earthly street clothes so I could blend in.” My thighs straddled wide, I made sure she got a good indecent look at the definitely nonhuman part of my anatomy barely held in check by the loincloth. “Can you imagine if I strutted around the streets of America looking like this?”
“You’d probably end up with a . . . codpiece full of phone numbers,” she muttered.
At my deep rumbling laugh, she braved a faint smile, finally accepting my arm.
Her slim fingers curled over the metal gauntlet, and I wished she’d slip her hand higher, to my bicep, or lower, to my cocks.
That would come soon enough, I was certain.
The doors whooshed open and, sure enough, Magnar waited in the hall, bristling with a full array of weapons, including his favored whip.
Astrid blinked at him as he towered beside us. “Who’s he?”
“Magnar.”
“And?”
“You’ll meet more of our people later, but first I’ve got something to show you.”
I navigated her through the hallways, Magnar setting a steady pace at our heels. The Valkrane were always on guard even though Prairie had been safe since the assassination attempt during her challenge in the arena with Dylka.
Astrid swung her head left and right as we walked through the palace—home to most royals, the court, and of course the most accomplished Valkrane warriors like Magnar and his comrades, Jedrek and Dex.
The structure was sleeker, more modern, and more technologically advanced than any building on Earth. Nothing like a medieval castle Astrid might’ve been familiar with through her world’s history books. No woven tapestries but, instead, changing holograms depicting famed Zenithian events and ancestors of old. Crystal pillars and walls that glowed with light from within as the floors beneath sparkled in a shimmering pale gold. Windows shaped like prisms that looked out to the landscaped grounds and the Idris Sea.
Astrid inspected each ornamentation with a keenly aware light shining in her vibrant eyes, her silken blonde hair swirling from shoulder to shoulder.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she breathed out just before the massive doors in front of us slid silently open.
I grinned, stepping outside and taking her hand in mine. We walked onto one of the hundreds of balconies—night had long descended, and soft air fragranced with night-blooms caressed our skin.
“I’ll bet you’ve never seen anything like this either.” Guiding her to the far edge of the verandah, I pointed upward.
The sound of the ocean waves crashing below billowed to our ears, and Astrid followed my hand, gazing up to the sky. Millions of stars twinkled much more brightly than any constellation seen from Earth, shooting stars crisscrossing the black dome above.
The heavy orbs of our two moons hung like pendants in the sky, and I listened to Astrid gasp.
“But,” her hand flew to her lips, “where’s Cassiopeia? Orion? Where’s the damn Big Dipper?”
“You’re on Zenithia, meehri.” Leaning down, I whispered beside her ear, “Entirely different star system. Although there are many geographical similarities in our world to Earth, as you will learn.”
“But . . . but,” she stuttered, “how did I get here?”
“The Lex XXXRAWR spaceship.”
Her gaze still roaming over the unrecognizable nebula above, she gasped. “Oh my Lord. It’s real?”
“Most definitely.” Then I remembered what X had said when Prairie fully realized the truth. “You’re not going to faint, are you?”
Astrid turned her face to mine, releasing a shaky laugh. “I don’t know.”
“You believe me now?”
As if to steady herself, she rested a hand on my chest, and I wished I wasn’t wearing the damn armor so I could feel her human heat on my skin.
Her eyes flickered up, a tremulous smile curving her lips. “You’re an actual alien?”
“Well, that’s a bit like calling Native Americans Indians in your world, but yes.”
“And you’re a prince?”
I nodded.
“Zenithia, the Sharonite galaxy? It all exists?”
“Most definitely.”
“What happens now?”
Just my favorite part.
I tried to maintain a cool expression instead of outright ogling the female. “Now I prepare you to meet the rest of my family.”
****
I escorted Astrid to my chambers, carefully gauging her reactions when we entered the large room. Like X’s, only slightly smaller, my private quarters amounted to a grand space dominated by the sleeping platform covered in tazek furs. One big corner held the bathing pool, another the dressing area and all my weapons.
The walls glowed a soft silver, but there were no interior partitions.
A balcony opened to the salty scent of the Idris, and Astrid wandered out into the balmy air.
“What do you think?” I asked, hanging back as she looked up, up, up at the crystal edifice of the palace.
“Breathtaking.”
“As are you.”
Her jewel-like eyes flittered to me, and a pink blush painted her fair cheeks.
“Come.” I held out my hand for her to take. “It’s time for the anointment.”
When she clasped my palm, my loins lurched in heavy anticipation of what was to come.
A deep breath made Astrid’s tits rise and fall within the robe, and her nipples formed tempting peaks beneath the material. My cocks hardened even more, their size visible beneath the negligible covering tied around my hips, and when her eyes dipped to my groin a powerful attraction tugged from my chest to my balls.
Stepping back and back, I led her to where the oils were kept. I whisked the hair from her temples, savoring the soft clutch of silken strands wrapping around my calloused fingers.
My lips descended, and I hoped to keep my fangs in check long enough to turn her thoroughly on instead of scaring her off. I brushed my lips lightly against her lush mouth and smiled at her sudden intake of breath.
Her lips parted, an invitation to my moist tongue. I swirled around her sleek mouth, rolling across her tongue, sampling her sweet taste as her arms curled around my shoulders.
Fully invested in exploring her lips and her teeth and her tongue, I parted the robe and slipped it down her arms.
Astrid coiled back. “Wait! What are you doing?”
“The anointment, as I said.” I stared at the full orbs of her breasts, heaving up and down with desire.
Her nipples were the palest pink, but large and pronounced.
My fangs itched to appear so I could suck on her, maybe nip her ripe flesh, pull a taste of her blood into my mouth.
“Anoint-what? An excuse to get me naked again, you mean.” She glared with narrowed eyes.
“It’s sort of a ritual.” I unclasped my chestplate and placed it aside. “I’ll be nude too.”
“A ritual for what?”
“Well, basically to see if we’re compatible as mates.” I already knew we were compatible.
I smelled her cunt. She was wet, probably in swollen bloom. And I was in full rut, completely ready to shed clothes and drill into her soaking pussy.
“I should be taking notes on this . . . this . . . data.” Hesitating, she held the robe as it dipped to her elbows.
“How about you take notes on this instead?” Dropping my loincloth, I revealed the immensity of my desire for her, times two.
She went completely motionless except for her rapidly blinking eyelids. “What am I supposed to do with those?”
Suck ’em. Fuck ’em. All of the above?