Abducted by an Alien Savage

by Ivy McAdams

  Colors bombard me. Swirls of blues and reds. Little clouds of green float around me like leaves on the water's surface. Everything is hazy and blurry, colored shapes move around me.

  The muffled sound of voices reaches my ears, but I can’t make out any of the words. Some voices are far off and some seem quite close. I realize then that the colored blurs surrounding me are people.

  Or, you know, aliens.

  Kutarians.

  My chest burns as I correct myself.

  They’re not just some aliens.

  I try to squint my eyes to see them better but nothing happens. I don’t seem to have any eyes. I have no body. I just exist somehow.

  Am I having one of those out-of-body experiences?

  I’ve never been so drunk that I’ve seen the world in blobs and color before.

  What the hell is this roofie shit?

  Someone steps right up next to me and it's like they're pulling me by the arm. If I had one. The big blur of green tugs at me. Hard. Even without a body, I feel myself being sucked into them.

  Oh hell no.

  I pull back. How am I fighting them with no muscles?

  Who the hell cares, it’s working.

  I move away from the cloudy form and once there’s distance between us, the pulling eases off.

  Thank goodness.

  Was that body trying to suck me up? I was definitely in its orbit.

  I try to focus and remember the things the shaman said on my first day.

  He mentioned that the lofo separated us from our bodies. That we just sort of existed in another plane of reality before we found a new body.

  That must be where I am now. A floating spirit, looking for a new, preferably empty, body to take me on.

  People are standing all around me and I do my best to dodge them. Where am I that there are so many gathered? I try to identify them, but I can't see past the colors. Many shades of green, a few blue, some pink and red.

  I can feel the energies radiating off them as well. The different emotions seem to correlate with the colors, and as I make my way through the small crowd, I begin to pick out a person’s core before I even reach them.

  I’m reading their spirits.

  Another voice booms through my senses. I still can’t understand it, but I follow it. My world grows darker and I’m back inside the shaman’s tent.

  I can feel his energy nearby, and his aura is a deep red that pulses as he yells.

  Another figure shouts back from across the room. He’s huddled on the floor. I move toward him, drawn by his strong pull.

  I’d recognize that beckon to my spirit anywhere.

  Kovak.

  How I wish I could see him.

  The shaman leaves and the tent falls silent. Kovak’s pink aura is the only color left in the dull, dark space.

  He’s quiet for a long moment before turning around and lowering himself to the ground. His color shifts, swirling with soft purples that shimmer at the edges. It’s beautiful, and I can feel his energy growing. Radiating with a protective vibe. And love.

  Truly undeniable devotion spilling from his very soul. It's beautiful.

  He moves again, and I can barely make out any edges of his physical form, but he seems to be squatting low to the ground in front of something large.

  Then I realize it’s a body.

  He’s protecting me.

  If I had a heart it would be thumping so hard right now. Every ounce of whatever I am longs to go to him.

  When you’re lost in a world of darkness with no body, no home, and no people, it’s amazing how the logistics of where and who you are mean nothing. The only thing that matters is that beautiful glowing energy that tells me how much Kovak loves me.

  And the tinge of blue on the fridge that shows me that he has the same sadness in his core that I do.

  I don’t want to leave him.

  I feel like I’ve found exactly what I’ve been living up to my entire life.

  There's a pouch full of extra lofo for the other girls if they happen to wake up before they run out of time. They can do what they wish with it, but I can't leave this man. He is my future.

  I move toward him and I can feel the pull of my Kutarian body before I even reach it, and I’m excited when it snags me.

  This time when I open my eyes, I’m able to blink.

  A wide smile spreads over my face and I peer up at the leather tent ceiling above me.

  I’m back. I’m in a body, a part of the physical world again. It feels great.

  I lift a silver-shaded hand in the air over my face, flexing my fingers. It’s weird to come to terms with my new body. But it doesn’t feel foreign to me anymore. It feels like home. From my sharp eyesight and fangs all the way down to my tail.

  Okay, the tail is still a little weird, but I’m getting used to it.

  I shift, gathering my long frame off the floor and sit up.

  At first, I think I'm alone, but then I spot Kovak sitting against the wall behind me. He's propped up, head lulling in sleep against his chest. Gathered up in his arms is my small human body.

  It looks like a delicate child draped over his lap like that. The poor thing still has an oxygen mask strapped to her face, the connected tube running over into the shaman’s mix of contraptions. Her skin is pale and tinged with the most unnatural color.

  I look from her face to Kovak’s, and every bit of my insides melt.

  Everything about him warms me into a giddy stupor. He’s ridiculously attractive right now, his eyelashes kissing his cheeks as he sleeps, the way his arm muscles bulge in all the right places.

  And he’s holding my human body. Waiting for me to wake up.

  His acceptance of my situation and the love he still has for me stirs my blood like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life.

  Who knew I would be so dumb as to go off and fall in love with an alien?

  But damn if I didn’t do it.

  I smile as I kneel down in front of him and touch his arm.

  He jerks awake, pulling the human body to him with clutching fingers. When he sees me, though, he stops.

  Every emotion that crosses his face fans out at me through his energy waves. A frown of confusion, surprise, a still-unsure frown, then relief and happiness.

  I feel like an excited and impatient child as he sets the smaller body aside and gets to his feet. He barely has his arms open before I launch into them.

  Nothing has ever felt so right as this embrace.

  Then he pulls back to look at me and his eyes are so bright I could cry.

  “Gemma?”

  I can’t help but cough on a tear-tickled laugh. “Yes?”

  “Did the lofo not work?”

  “Oh, it did.” Boy, did it ever. That’s an experience I’ll never forget. “I just...had a change of heart.”

  As the breath leaves his lungs, a look of warm consolation settles over his face. “Is that so?”

  There may be just a hint of a growl in there, or maybe I imagined it, but there’s definitely something extra-yummy about his face right now.

  I have to touch it. So I do. Fingers on his jaw, along his neck. Caressing my warrior has never felt so perfect.

  I smile as the thought enters my mind.

  Mine.

  “That is so. I realized I’m right where I need to be after all. This place may be strange to me still, but I feel at one with the people. And you.”

  The edge of his lip lifts in a crooked smile that melts me from the inside out.

  "I am happy to hear that because we are ready for you. And me?" He shakes his head with a growing smile. "I've been ready for you."

  My body responds as swiftly as my heart, clenching and moistening in all the right places.

  "I want you for mine, Gemma," he says, and my soul is positively singing. "I want you to walk with me. Build a home with me. I want the next ceremony we attend to be our own. With our child growing in your belly and a smile on your face. Be one with me, Gemma."

/>   How can a girl say no to that?

  I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m already yours, Kovak. Now take me home.”

  His eyes glow green with a mischievous smile and he scoops me up. We march out into the dark village, now void of the crowd, thank goodness, and down the first row of huts.

  These tents don’t have true thresholds, but being carried across ours into the hut I’ve shared with Kovak this last week is the best way to start my new life as a Kutarian.

  Epilogue

  Gemma

  Oh God, just a few more.

  He leans into me, fingertips digging into the meat of my hips as he thrusts that amazingly ridged cock deep inside me. The hot pulse in my pussy ripples through me and I’m almost there.

  Again. For the third time this round.

  I lean my hips back into him, hungry for more. He hovers above my back on our bed, bending me low on all fours to fuck the hell out of me.

  A low moan rolls out of me from deep within my lungs. His fingers tighten.

  His body is amazing and slick with sweat as he rams against me, plunging that cock into me over and over. I still can’t wrap my brain around this damn new G spot that I have, but I’m fucking loving it.

  I lift my ass higher and beg for more.

  “Hurry,” I hiss between my teeth as he steals my breath away. “We’re going to be late.”

  His hands squeeze me harder, but his hips slow, pushing himself in rough and deep.

  “I know, but I don’t want to hurry.”

  I can hear the teasing smile in his voice and my poor little ovaries explode.

  But he doesn’t last long at that speed. He digs in and moves faster, and I meet him for every thrust.

  It’s only moments before he sends us both into catapulting explosions, bodies tense and slammed with fiery euphoria and sensitive nerves bombarded by the crash of our energy waves.

  Who knew being brain fucked was just as good?

  We don’t get to lay in one another’s arms for longer than a couple minutes before we have to jump up and go, but smiling at one another from across the room is still fun.

  In the last twenty-four hours since I reawoke as a Kutarian, Kovak and I have jumped into our bed more times than I’ve kept up with now. It’s a little embarrassing. I’ve never acted like that before.

  But it is so necessary.

  Kovak gets my motor running like nothing else, and now that nothing is weighing on my brain and slowing me down, I've turned into a little alien bunny.

  It’s amazing.

  I’ve enjoyed our honeymoon time so much that the thought of having to go back out into the village this morning is irksome. But it’s for good reason.

  I just need to stop being a crazy nympho with my new boyfriend long enough to make it happen.

  Of course, I think of him as my boyfriend, even though Kovak has coined me his mate. I’ll get around to the terminology. It sounds so primitive and defining. But I suppose I’m in store for a lot more of that now that I’m one with the Kutarians.

  I don’t regret my choice, especially with the fun I’ve been having, and if we were on Earth I’d say yes to a marriage proposal, so I suppose I can get on board with mate.

  Especially if our session today goes as hoped.

  We take a shortcut through the village, stopping for just a moment to wave at Mokto and Pearl―my gorgeous new levadon mount that my thoughtful mate introduced me to. To say I was ecstatic when she took to me is a massive understatement. I might have danced. A little.

  Or a lot.

  I haven’t ridden her yet, but Kovak says she reacted perfectly to meeting me and that the bond has started.

  Now I’ve not only snagged the hot warrior captain but the best looking levadon in the herd. This day just keeps getting better and better.

  We approach a small hut near the shaman’s tents, hand in hand. Waella is standing just outside the flap and she waves when she sees us. She’s all smiles, even though she looks a bit impatient.

  I give her the most innocent smile I can muster.

  Sorry, we were busy!

  Although totally not sorry.

  The moist soreness between my legs can confirm that.

  “There you are,” she says, ushering us into the hut.

  We all go in and sit on the furs spread across the dirt floor.

  I didn’t realize when Waella gave me information on the lofo herb before that she was also a practicing healer. A Kutarian medicine woman. I suppose those sort of skills run in the family.

  She offered to help us today, and I’m so jittery I have to tuck my hands into my lap. Kovak must notice because he takes one in his and holds it on his knee.

  I have no idea what to expect for this sort of procedure on an alien planet. Am I going to get a jumbo stick to pee on or something?

  Waella hands over a few blue-green shaded leaves with a bright smile.

  “Good luck.”

  My eyebrows peak as I turn the greenery over in my hand. “Thanks? What do I―?”

  “Chew it.” Her expression fades as she frowns. “Do you not have a way to check for growing babies in your world?”

  “Yes.” I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. “But it’s much more complicated than chewing leaves.”

  Not only does it take some acrobatics to actually pee on those bitches but it’s messy and expensive. Around here I can just go pick a leaf off a tree?

  I stare down at the green in my hand and gladly pop it into my mouth.

  Simple.

  The leaves have a mild minty flavor. Not too bad.

  While I chew, the tent flap parts and the shaman’s apprentice slips in. He keeps his eyes to the ground and moves around to his sister, whispering a few words in her ear. Waella nods once and he departs.

  I’m curious, but Waella snags my attention by pointing at my mouth.

  “You only need to chew for just a second or two before it’ll know.”

  It? Like the leaves? Okay, this is starting to sound a little kooky.

  But I nod and move the leaf pulp around in my mouth so I can stick out my tongue.

  Kovak looks between my mouth and Waella with an anxious face.

  She smiles and squeezes my hand. “It changed colors.”

  My eyes come together to cross at the center of my face. I’m able to tilt my tongue and the pulp up just enough to see the big brown blob.

  I stare anxiously at her.

  Truth is, the first couple days I was one of the Kutarians and expected to breed with them, I found the idea of carrying one of their offspring absolutely repulsive.

  Oh, how different things have become.

  “I have a couple things to tell you now,” Waella says with a soft voice. “The hormones in your saliva affect these leaves. Turns them brown and gray if you’re pregnant. Congratulations. And another thing. Some of your friends are waking up.”

  Thank you for reading!

  I love books and characters from other worlds. Romance and adventure are my heart and soul, baby! Having a romance set on another planet is definitely right up my alley, and I had so much fun with it. I hope you enjoyed reading it just as much!

  I’m looking forward to visiting the Kutarians again soon!

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  Also by Ivy McAdams

  Sci-fi Romance

  Kutarian Warriors

  Abducted by an Alien Savage

  Western Romance

  Emerald Falls Series

  Kidnapped by an Outlaw

  Seduced by a Wrangler

  Captivated by a Gunslinger

  Emerald Falls Novella

  Rescued by a Desperado (prequel)

  About the Author

  Ivy McAdams is all abo
ut the thrills, be it falling in love or action-packed adventure. The more heart-pounding the better.

  Exotic worlds are her slice of pie. Undiscovered planets, enchanting fantasy realms, or even the more sinister side of the wild west frontier. Finding romance in these otherworlds is one of her favorite adventures.

  When not writing, she’s taking care of two beautiful girls and teaching them to adore books as much as she did growing up. She can’t wait until they’re big enough to go on exciting adventures with her, both on the page and off.

  https://ivymcadams.com