Tae: Talonian Warriors (A Sci-fi Alien Weredragon Romance)

by Celeste Raye

  King Siefer answered, "I agree with Alexis on most of her points. Josephine still needs to prove her worth by contributing to our capital and Urim must finish out his term of punishment. However, I see no reason for them to be kept apart. As Alexis said, they are not plotting against Milisaria. I cannot make this ruling on my own. The council must decide."

  Josephine, Urim, and Alexis were sent from the room. The council wanted to discuss their odd situation in depth. It seemed that human females made life on Milisaria more complex for all concerned. The knights were willing to give up everything to be with the beautiful women.

  The king brought them the verdict. "Josephine must continue her supervised work for a year, and then she will be declared a full citizen of Milisaria. Urim's punishment of no leadership assignments for a year remains in effect. The ban from speaking to one another has been lifted. Alexis's speech gave the council reason to absolve you of wrongdoing. My wife would like to invite both of you to dinner tomorrow. It seems she had faith that all would be forgiven. She too believes in the power of love."

  Josephine hugged Alexis and then surprised the king by giving him a hug as well. "Thank you both for saving us from exile and understanding our predicament." She turned to Urim and said, "I believe you owe me a picnic under the four moons and a walk beside the green sea. I haven't seen either one yet. I have been locked away in the lab."

  Urim grinned widely and replied, "I seem to remember making that promise. Give me about fifteen minutes to get a basket ready, and I will meet you back at the capital entrance."

  Josephine hurried to her chamber and dug through the stack of clothes Alexis had brought. She found the filmy dress of her dreams at the center of the pile. She slipped out of the formfitting bodysuit and allowed the blue dress to flow over her bare skin. It swished around her shapely legs with each step she took, making her feel more feminine than she had in months. She left her long red hair loose to be ruffled by the sea breeze. Her feet remained bare to feel the sand between her toes.

  Urim met her at the capital entrance carrying a huge basket of goodies. His admiring gaze made her blush. He smiled and said, "There is the look I have been longing for. Your skin changed colors once more, just for me."

  He held out a hand, and she entwined her small fingers with his large ones. He guided Josephine over a hill filled with lovely flowers and down a sandy path. A flat, circular spot between two tall grass-covered hills was his destination. In the private space created by those hills, he sat out a large cloth for them to sit on and began setting out the feast.

  Josephine's mouth fell open in surprise when he produced a bowl of ripe, red strawberries and another of fresh whipped cream. Urim saw the look and explained, "Both Queen Destiney and Alexis love strawberries. Their mates made sure to trade for the plants on a trading trip to Earth. There is now a garden filled with them and other delicacies behind the capital building. Valeri makes the whipped cream in the lab. She keeps the cooks supplied with it. It is a great hit with all Milisarians." He dipped a strawberry into the whipped cream and fed it to her. The sweet topping smeared across her upper lip and he leaned forward to lick it off.

  Josephine groaned as his hot tongue swept over her full lips. His eyes darkened with desire, and he kissed her properly. She flung herself into his waiting arms and knocked him backward onto the cloth. Her body flattened over his length. Softness melted into hardness wherever their bodies touched. One kiss became a thousand. Their wait was at an end. They could finally indulge their desires.

  Urim's hands stroked over the filmy dress, finding each curve and savoring it. Josephine nipped at his muscular chest. The love bites made his manhood stand firmly at attention. She grinned and wriggled her hips where they lay atop his hardness. He growled, grabbed her rounded backside with two hands and squeezed gently. Josephine let out a joyous giggle.

  Urim quickly rose into a sitting position with Josephine's legs wrapped around his waist. He lowered the thin straps of her loose dress and drew a taut, pink nipple into his mouth. Her head fell back in ecstasy as he suckled at one plump breast, then gave his full attention to the other. Her center became wet with passion, and she writhed on his lap, trying to appease the ache in her loins.

  Urim reached down and ran his long fingers through the slick wetness. He parted the nether lips, touching a sensitive spot that sent her into spasms. She screamed his name and begged for mercy. In answer, one long finger entered her tightness and she was sent over the top. He felt her pulsing as her core squeezed his finger.

  Wanting to replace the finger with his rock-hard member, he rolled her over so that he was on top. The basket of goodies went flying across the sand. He shoved the soft dress up to her tiny waist, uncovering the treasure he sought. Her small hand wrapped his hardness and guided its length into the hot, wet center of her womanhood. Her legs spread wide as she welcomed him home. She was stretched to the hilt when he embedded his length deep inside her. He set a slow rhythm to bring her close to orgasm once more. Josephine drew her knees up, inviting him deeper. He obliged and began to move at a faster pace. She raised her hips and met each thrust with one of her own. Her soft skin slapped against his sweaty translucence in a rhythm as old as time. Her scream of release was joined by Urim's loud roar of completion. The world slowly came back into focus. Above their heads, the four moons of Milisaria bathed the entwined couple in their soft light.

  "I am sorry that I ruined our picnic supper. It is scattered to the winds," Urim breathed against her ear.

  Josephine buried her face in his neck and replied, "I got everything I wanted. You're much better than strawberries and whipped cream."

  He made her laugh by saying, "But, there was chocolate in there as well!" He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed every finger. "I have another promise to fulfill. You must be dressed for it, or the guards will get an eyeful of your sexy body."

  "I'm not sure I care what they see. I like being next to you wearing nothing at all."

  Urim replied, "I do care. I refuse to share you with anyone. Your body is meant for my eyes only."

  Josephine liked this jealous streak. She rose, shook the sand from her dress and stuck her arms back into the straps. "Where are we going?"

  "It is time for our walk along the sea under the moonlight." He took her hand and tugged her forward. They meandered through the hills and came out beside the sea. It sparkled where its green waves struck against the rocks. Josephine stood in awe. She had never seen such beauty. The four white moons hung in a deep blue sky over the foaming green sea. In the moonlight, she could see hillsides covered in flowers of every color and fields of vegetation ready to be harvested. The lights of the capital gave the appearance of flickering fireflies. This exquisite planet was to be her home. She would miss Earth, but she felt like she belonged here now and always had.

  Hand in hand they strode in the cold, shallow water as it met the beach. Josephine came to a sudden stop. An oddly shaped rock stood at right angles to the second moon. She began to tremble. Sensing her problem, Urim wrapped her in his warm embrace. She laid her head gently on his chest over his rapidly beating heart. Her whispered words were pulled from a dream, "You could have stopped this."

  Against the top of her head, he quietly replied, "Never in a million years."

  "You were there?" she questioned.

  "Every time," was his answer.

  They turned in unison and gasped as three small sets of phantom footprints appeared in the sand behind them. The imprints of their future children shone in the light of the four moons beside the green sea of their shared dream.

  Bonus Book-Marik

  Revant Warriors

  (A Sci Fi Alien Abduction Romance)

  By Celeste Raye

  Chapter 1

  “Good morning, Jenny.”

  Jenny paused, a smile on her face. The young man who’d spoken to her was bent over a small flowering garden that had been helped along by seeds brought to Revant Two from other planets. “H
ello, Perin. It looks like that stuff is growing well.”

  He grinned at her. The tattoo on his forehead and the scar on his arm—the spot where he had once had a massive chip implanted that would track his moves—marked him as a former slave. “It is. Thank goodness. I was afraid I’d ruin it somehow and get sent to another task.”

  Her smile was sympathetic. “I know how you feel. But here nobody punishes anyone for a task gone wrong.”

  Perin nodded. He was vaguely humanoid but he was completely bald and his skin was a strange, shifting thing that took on the color of his surroundings. “I know. That’s why I want it to be well.”

  That too she understood. He asked, “So you are to go to med now?”

  She sighed and shifted from foot to foot. “Yes, I’m to go there.”

  Perin stroked the leaves of a small plant with one stubby digit. “Perhaps that is where you will be of the most use.”

  “Perhaps. I should get going.”

  He nodded and then said, “Here.” He dug into a small basket and handed her a small pale-orange root. “Try this. Just brush the dirt off.”

  She took it with a smile. The root went between her clean white teeth. It was crisp, but not hard, and it tasted of fresh dirt and some mild and sweet flavor as well. “It’s delicious! What is it?”

  Perin gave her a sheepish look. “I don’t know. I don’t think anyone does. Talon pretty much buys any seed he can find that promises food since we don’t have any printers, and they don’t want them either.”

  That was a slight sore spot for some. Many feared hunger and voted for the printers, but many more were tired of the things able to be made by the printers and wanted to eat as naturally as possible.

  “Renall and the others have sworn that if we lose food and need it badly, they will use the printers on the ships to feed us. We won’t go hungry.”

  Perin said, “I think I fear having to eat printed food far more than being hungry these days.”

  Their laughter was rich and true. Jenny brushed the small bit of dirt that had gathered on her palms off by rubbing her hands together. “Have a good day, Perin.”

  “You too, and good luck at your new task.”

  “Thank you.”

  She set off again, her smile widening as others called out greetings to her. A young woman carrying a basket filled with small rocks drew up close. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

  Jenny’s head went up and back, and her eyes scanned the blue sky overhead. That wild sense of elation that filled her every single time she saw that endless blue dome rocketed through her. It was so beautiful!

  How had she ever lived without seeing the sky?

  How had she managed to shunt aside the very real and very human longing for the sight of the sun and stars, the clouds and the things that flew across the heavens?

  Back on old Earth, she had never seen the sky at all, not even once, except in a book her mother had. Jenny had stared at the book’s illustration for hours on end and for years, always trying to work up the courage to sneak above the tunnels where she and others of her station were forced to live—and always failing. She had always wanted to see that sky, and she had never had the bravery to actually attempt to do what it would take to do so.

  And with good reason.

  Back on Old Earth, she had lived Below, down in the underground section of the city where the poorest people lived. To go above ground, to risk stepping out of the place where she had been born and consigned due to her class and birth circumstances, meant risking death.

  Actual death!

  Only those who were wealthy or important and the few of those who lived Below who were allowed to work on the surface had ever seen the sky. They often told stories about it, and tales of what the parks looked like, what the air smelled like. Real air, and not recirculated air brought underground by the massive vent fans.

  Her own mother often went above, but hers had been a clandestine visit every time and, in the end, that had cost Jenny’s mother and her father their lives. Jenny had never been able to ask them; they had been executed, and she had gone into hiding to avoid being executed simply because she was a family member, but she was positive, now that she had the ability to see the sky and feel that air on her face, to feel earth and grass below her feet, that both of her parents would have said that death was worth it.

  They would have had other reasons for thinking that too though.

  As she walked, the grass brushed against her bare legs. Little insects raced away from her and the songs of the winged ones above trilled out into her ears.

  How could she have ever lived without knowing those things?

  “Jenny?”

  A guilty smile filled her face. “I’m sorry. I was just enjoying the sky so much that I forgot I had not answered you, Oliina. It is so very beautiful.” She eyed the basket. “What are you doing today?”

  “I’m working on a new room of the hut.” Oliina’s smile went dazzling. “We are expecting a child.”

  “Oh!” Her first instinct was to say maybe Oliina should not be carrying such a heavy load. Then she recalled that for Oliina’s race, it was the males who carried the children and birthed them. “Congratulations.”

  “Thank you. Have a good day.”

  “You too.”

  Jenny looked upward again as she crested the last of the hills and began to wind her way down toward the buildings she was working in that day.

  She had her very first glimpse of how vast the world was outside her Below home where she had been when she had woken up from the cryo- chamber she had been placed in by armed Capo officers.

  She had been convicted of a crime she had never committed. Which was just to say that the Capo had spotted her one day and decided she would be perfect for a bride ship.

  A bride ship was a ship that carried human women to outlying planets where women were in short supply. No woman ever actually agreed. Most of the women on the ship had been criminals, or they had simply been pawned away by their fathers or their husbands if their debt had not been repaid.

  Or they, like her, had been accused of some petty crime and convicted without even a trial then hustled onto the ship and told they would make a good bride and then sent into cryo-sleep to, in the soldier’s words, make the trip easier.

  Really the purpose behind the cryo-chambers was to keep them from being able to resist their new status as brides.

  Of course, that had been a lie.

  They had been earmarked for delivery to a pleasure planet where they would have been sold to brothels and forced to work off a ‘debt’ that would never lessen, and they would never be able to free themselves of. If it had not been for the wrecking crew that had taken the ship, she might very well be stuck in some pleasure palace right then—and still unable to see the sky!

  The Federation knew, of course, that the ship was carrying them to a different destination than the one they had been told they would be arriving at.

  The Federation knew, and had always known, what happened to the women that were placed on those ships. The Federation profited from those bodies and women, and they always had.

  And the Federation always lied.

  Always.

  There was rebellion all across the universe at the moment. The Federation was fighting for its very survival. Many beings were tired of being subjugated, of being cast into class systems and depressed due to their species or gender.

  She knew that, but that seemed so far away at the moment.

  Revant Two was a private planet with little tech or communication with the larger universe. It was a simple place, and it had been designed to stay that way so that it could grow and thrive at a more natural rate. Its resources were plentiful, but it was near no wormholes or trade routes. It had little to offer to any who would plunder it. The nearest planet was also held by survivors of the death of the original Revant system, and they too shunned tech and other things that would make their planet appealing for space and land pirates.
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br />   They had no trade interests, no import or export products. They had no fleets but for the few ships piloted by very little, and those ships did bring in needed supplies. They needed supplies because the planet had so little to offer to any advanced race. This made it even less likely to be plundered.

  It was the first time in her entire life that Jenny had felt any kind of safety and comfort. It was the first time that she had ever felt like she belonged in the world and that she had a place based on not who she was born to but what she was capable of, and her smile grew wider and longer as she moved forward, heading down the steep hills and away from the small hut that she lived in, and had helped to build as well.

  The fact that she had wound up there, on that planet purchased by four brothers, the last of a royal bloodline that had once ruled over a large section of a planet now gone and dead, still seemed so far-fetched to her.