by T. J. Quinn
“No, I have decided there were no bad intentions on his actions.” He informed, and both women sighed relieved.
Eleanor ran a trembling hand down her amazing hair. “What will happen to me? I understand I am a burden and the last thing I want is to cause any more problems.”
“You will stay here at the palace while we reach a decision on that.” He informed her.
“Why? That will only postpone the problem. And if I stay here at the palace, news of my existence will reach your people and your king.”
They all stared at her surprised.
“Eleanor, he is the king.” Sasha corrected her.
She turned to look at her friend, astounded. “What? What do you mean?”
“She means that I’m the king,” Brynjar confirmed. “And I make the decisions here.”
She looked at him, flustered. “Then, you should know there’s an easy way to solve this.” She said in a stoic tone, suddenly too tired. She felt she had been living on borrowed time too long and the uncertainty was slowly killing her.
“Eleanor, have you lost your mind?” Sasha protested.
“We might be warriors, Víf Eleanor, but I assure you, we’re not murderers.” He responded in a stern tone. “You will stay under my care until I decide what will become of you, is that clear?”
“You’re only postponing things.” She protested, sure she didn’t want to stick around him.
“It’s my decision.” He retorted.
“Suit yourself.” She sighed, feeling her body way too tremulous. It had been a hell of a day so far, and she was still in pain. Unfortunately, she didn’t have her painkillers with her. “Asgar had improvised a wheelchair for me. Can I get it back? Even if you plan to keep me, prisoner, it will help me a lot.” She asked, in a plane tone.
Brynjar frowned at her. “Of course you can have it. In fact, I’m sure we can get you something even better.”
“The one I have is enough, thank you.” She assured him.
“I’ll bring it to you as soon as possible,” Asgar assured her, turning to look at Brynjar. “I’m heading home now if you don’t need me anymore.”
“Yes, you can leave. By the way, I brought one of your vehicles. It’s parked outside.” He warned him.
Asgar frowned, puzzled but a silent shook from his friend prevented him from asking.
“Alright, I’ll see that one of my men get it back.” He nodded and turned to Sasha. “Let’s go.”
“Can’t I stay here? There is no reason for me to be at your place, now.” She asked, not willing to go with him.
“I have been designated as your… tutor, in our planet, so no, you can’t stay here. All of the women will have one as well.” He explained, glancing at Brynjar, hoping he would back him up on his explanation.
“That’s right. You’ll have a lot to learn about our people and our culture. I’m sure Asgar will do a good job.” He confirmed his friend’s words.
“Shouldn’t that be done by my so called ‘soulmate’?” Sasha asked in a very sarcastic tone. It was evident she didn’t believe a word of that story.
“That could take some time. This way is better.” Brynjar assured her.
“Yes, I’m sure, but I really think I should stay here with Eleanor. Even with that chair, she needs a lot of help and I…” she insisted, but the king interrupted her.
“She will be taken care of, you don’t have to worry about your friend, I’ll see personally to that.” His tone didn’t admit any more discussion, and Sasha understood it.
She pursed her lips and clenched her hands into fists. “Very well.”
“I’ll be alright, Sasha. Please, remember what I told you.” Eleanor reminded her friend. Though she didn’t want to be in the palace, she didn’t want her friend to get into more trouble.
She watched the other two leave the room before she turned to look at the king. “I’m very tired. Could someone take me to wherever I’ll be staying?” she asked, trying to keep her tone as plane as possible.
“You seemed to be in pain.” He commented, ignoring her request.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” She replied, coldly.
“I’m making it my business.” He retorted, towering her. “Are you in pain?” he repeated the question.
She tilted her head to look better at his face, submerging on the turbulent waters of his eyes. He wasn’t going to budge. “Yes, I’m in pain.” She said, hating to admit her weakness.
“What caused you the pain?” he asked, puzzled.
“The reason I can’t walk is that it’s too painful for me to stand. Being seated is tolerable, but standing can be excruciating.” She explained, hoping to satisfy his curiosity. Perhaps, that way he would call someone to take her to her room.
“Then, why did you stand?”
“You weren’t paying attention to me. I wasn’t allowing that to happen.”
“But…” he started, but she interrupted him.
“Do we really have to continue this conversation now? I would like to get some rest if it’s possible.” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Before she could utter another word, he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the room.
She gasped loudly and threw her arms around his strong neck. The man was too tall. “What are you doing?” she grumbled, as soon as she recovered her breath.
“Taking you to your room. I thought you wanted to rest.” He explained, without slowing down.
“You didn’t have to do it yourself.” She replied feeling as the heat crawled up her body, making her heart thunder in her chest.
Why did he affect her this way? Sure, he was probably the hottest guy she had ever seen in her life, human or not, but she had never acted like a teenager with her first crush.
“Yes, I had to.” There was so much determination on his tone; she tilted her head up to look at him. He sounded possessive, but that didn’t make any sense, right?
He walked through long corridors with her still in his arms, and she looked around, trying to distract herself from his touch and from the fact she was squeezed tight against his chest.
The place was very minimalist. There wasn’t a picture, a painting or anything remotely decorative on the walls. The only thing that interrupted their monotony was the sliding doors that unlike the walls’ pale gray color, were a much darker shade of gray.
“I guess you have no idea what a decorator is, right?” I teased him, breaking the uncomfortable silence between them.
“What do you mean?” he asked with a slight frown.
“I feel we’re walking down a hospital hallway, all very clean, very sterile.” She pointed out.
“I guess it’s been a long time since these walls have seen females around.” He admitted.
Chapter Eight
He started going up a ramp, and she realized she hadn’t seen stairs this far, what was good news for her.
On the second floor, he turned right, going through some arcades and down another hall until he finally stopped in front of a door. The door slid open when he pressed a button and walked in. They were in a small living room, with a huge window, that allowed the sunlight to come in. Eleanor assumed it was a living room, though the furniture wasn’t similar to the one she was familiar with. What looked like chairs, were more like puffs, and there were four, gathered around a small round table. On the other side of the room, there was a desk similar to the one he had in his office, with one of those fantastic transparent screens, she couldn’t wait to lay her hands on. Two more doors communicated with the room and he took her through one of them, directly to the bedroom.
This bed was huge, square, and it occupied most of the room. Two small tables stood at each side of the headboard, but there were no drawers, no vanity, no anything else. There was a window too, but this one was smaller than the one in the other room.
He pointed to another couple of doors. “Bathing room and dressing room. I’ll make sure you get some cl
othes.”
“Thank you, I would appreciate that.”
Being so close to the bed, still on his arms was conjuring all kind of wild images in her mind but she didn’t seem able to make them stop.
“Would you like to use the bathing room before I call Colborn?” he asked, standing in the middle of the room.
“Colborn? Why are you calling him?” she asked, startled.
“You’re in pain, and though we have our own doctor, here at the palace, I rather call him, since he took care of you during your journey here.” He explained, heading to the bathing room, without waiting for her answer to his question.
He gently put her down on what looked like a toilet, though it was very different from the one she used on her cell, back on the Slythonian vessel. This place looked more like a Roman bathing room, with a huge bathtub, that was more like a small pool, carved on the floor, two sinks, and what looked like a high technology shower stall.
“Call me when you’re done.” He said, and he was about to leave when she stopped him.
“Do you think you could call someone to help me? I’m sure a hot bath would do me wonders.” She asked, longing at the tub.
“What kind of help?” he asked intrigued.
“It’s very hard for me to get undressed and then get into the tub by myself.” She explained the obvious.
“I’ll help you.” he said, immediately.
“What? No way. You can’t help me.” She protested, flustered.
“It’s either no one or me.” He insisted.
“Listen, I’m sure if you ask one of the women that came here with me, she will help me, gladly.” She suggested, trying to understand his posture. Why was he acting like that? Was he afraid she could infect someone?
“No, like I said, it’s either no one or me.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and she could tell he wasn’t changing his mind.
“Fine, it’s no one then.” She would have to do it herself. There was no way in hell she was letting him take off her clothes.
“As you wish.” He left the room, and she slowly eased the suit down her shoulders.
These things weren’t very practical for women. You had to get nearly naked just to pee.
When she was done, she was about to pull her clothes back up, when she took a look at the shower stall. It even had a small sitting area, so maybe it wouldn’t be that hard for her to take a shower by herself.
She looked around looking for towels, but there weren’t any, so she assumed there was a dryer included on the stall, and she decided to do it.
Taking off her clothes completely, she slid down from the toilet, and she was about to crawl to the shower stall when the swishing sound of the door let her know she wasn’t alone.
The minute he picked her in his arms again, her scent flooded his nostrils, and his whole body tensed up. He had never felt an attraction this powerful over a female before, and he was having trouble handling it.
Having her in his arms, that close wasn’t the easiest thing he had done in his life. It required every ounce of self-control he had to hold his desire at bay.
He took her to the rooms next to his, and not to the wing the rest of the human female was sharing. He wanted her as close as possible to him and if someone was going to help her in any way, that someone was going to be him.
Ever since he had found her, the passion was stirring inside him like a wild turmoil, and he wanted to kiss her and make her his, but he knew he couldn’t force himself on her, so he gathered all the self-control he could conjure, while she carried her around.
He left her in the bathroom as she asked and waited a prudential time. His instincts told him she was going to take a bath on her own and when after a few minutes she didn’t call him, he opened the door, just to find her on the floor, trying to reach the shower.
“Get out.” She shouted when she saw him entering the bathroom.
“You must be the most stubborn female I have ever met in my whole life.” He grumbled, walking by her, towards the tub and opening the faucets, doing his best not to look at her naked body.
“Get out, damn it. I don’t want you here.” She shouted frustrated, rolling over her belly to cover her breasts and her pussy.
“Get used to it. I’m the only help you’ll have.” He insisted.
“You can’t do this.” She grumbled.
“Who’s going to stop me?” he mocked her, and she huffed with rage.
“You’re an impossible man, do you know that?”
“If you say so, Víf Eleanor, then I must be.” He accepted, clearly not paying much attention to her protests, and infuriating her just a little more.
By then, the tub was filled with the orange water, and he was checking the temperature. Apparently pleased, he took off his boots and all of his clothes and closed the distance between them to pick her up from the floor.
“You’re getting in with me?” she asked, startled.
“Yes, it’s the easiest way.”
“No, it’s not.” Her cheeks were as red as possible, burning with shame, but he showed no consideration towards her modesty.
Instead, he carried her to the tub getting in with her and helping her to take a seat on the tub, seating next to her.
“Do you really have to be here? I can bathe alone.” She grumbled, covering her breasts and her pussy as best as she could, trying as hard as possible not to look at his naked body. The man was even hotter, with no clothes on.
“Yes, I have to be here; you could slip and hurt yourself.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m not that helpless, I assure you I don’t need your help.” She insisted, sliding as far away as possible from him, looking at the other side of the room, just to see her image reflected in the huge mirrors that surrounded the tub. She sank her body as much as she could, staying still and out of his sight as much as possible.
He chuckled, and grabbed some sort of sponge and poured what smelled like soap on it and slid after her.
“Here, let me help you with your back.” He whispered, making her hair aside, grazing her skin with the tip of his fingers, sending chills of thrill down her spine. He slowly ran the sponge all over her back, making sure he covered every inch of it.
His shaft was harder than ever, and he could even feel his heart pumping faster inside his chest. He was aroused, and there was no way he could hide that. All he could do was to keep an iron grip on his emotions, it was too soon for anything else, and he knew it.
He decided to concentrate on the marks on her back.
“Are these scars?” he asked while tracing her accident marks.
“Yes, they are. I was in a car accident.” She explained, without going into details.
“This is what prevents you from walking and causes you pain?” he asked, clearly curious.
“Yes, that’s right. I could walk before the accident.”
“Perhaps, our doctors could fix that.” He commented, thoughtful.
“Not according to Colborn. He did a full check up on me and said he couldn’t help me.” She explained. “I’m sure you’ve covered my whole back. Can you give me the sponge now?”
“Sponge?” he sounded puzzled.
“Whatever you’re using to wash me.”
“Ah, yes, it’s a bathing fiber.”
He handed her the thing and still looking away, she quickly washed the rest of her body.
“There, I’m ready, can you help me out?” she said, handing him the bathing fiber.
“You mustn’t forget your hair.” He said, picking some sort of jar and filling it with water. “I’ll help you.”
“It’s not necessary.” She grumbled.
“Of course it is. Allow me.” He poured the warm water over her head a few times until he had her hair wet, and then added more of the soap he had used before, starting to rub it.
Her scalp had always been a weak spot for her. She loved having it massaged, whenever she went to the hairdresser, or even when
Sasha insisted on helping her.
The feeling was relaxing and bone melting, but having him doing it to her, added a whole new level to the experience. It quickly became one of the most arousing experiences she had ever experienced. Her breathing became heavier, and her chest heaved, up and down, while her heart drummed inside her, completely out of control.
Chapter Nine
“I had never seen hair this color. It’s amazing.” He murmured his tone a little huskier than she remembered, while he washed it thoroughly.
“It’s quite common where I come from.” She assured him, dismissing his compliment.
“I don’t doubt it, but here it’s unique.” He started to rinse her hair, and she sighed relieved. She wanted out of that tub, before she did something stupid, like turning around and kissing his breath away. That’s how aroused she was. She had never felt such a passion; it was like a fever, setting on fire every inch of her body.
When he was finally over, she turned her head to face him. “Now, can you get me out of here?”
“Not yet. Just lie down and relax for a few minutes, while I take a shower. I’ll activate the massagers.” He said, getting up, in all his splendor and walking out of the tub after he pressed a button.
She wasn’t able to look away quickly enough before she had a good view of him. Of all of him.
Impressive would not quite describe what she saw. His cock was similar to a human one, yes, but his was definitely larger and thicker than anyone she had ever seen. If that wasn’t enough, the ridges he had on his forehead were there as well from the tip to the base, over and underneath it, making her wonder how it would feel. Not that she had anything to compare with, but she was sure it would be different; there would be a whole world of difference. She could tell he was aroused as well and that made her feel better. It was good knowing she wasn’t the only one affected by the chemistry between them.
When the water started to bubble around her, and covered jets of water hit her body, she decided to do what he had told her and lie down. She could use the massage. Her body was still sore, and in pain, after the rough days, she had had.
