by Terri Lane
Gasps rippled through the crowd of soldiers as they awaited Amelia’s response, her eyes only growing wider at the embarrassment she was suffering. She nodded immediately and accepted his kiss while smiling, tears falling freely from her eyes that were doomed to remain wide open in perpetual shock. How had they come to this? And what would it mean? She hadn’t bothered to check in with her home planet, but that smile only pulled her in harder. While studying the features of his face, she became light-headed and fell backwards against the soft and bulbous flowers. Ero’an shook his head and turned to Herman who was scraping stray petals from his skin.
“It appears I must get us a cushion to carry for her,” commented Ero’an while shaking his head. “I don’t understand why she keeps doing that.”
“Perhaps it’s the atmosphere, sir,” said Herman while poking his leg. “Here, she loves these particular flowers.”
Ero’an collected the little bouquet from Herman and then lifted his new bride to carry her into the castle, hoping perhaps rest will do her well. On the way, his parents followed and spoke with the young prince about his future.
“We absolutely approve of your decision, dear,” said his mother while admiring the sleeping Amelia. “She will do so well to protect our planet.”
“Indeed. She is quite a spirited earthling. Strong and passionate like us Degaurians,” said the king.
“Thank you. I can’t tell you how much this means. She’s been so wonderful,” said Ero’an when they reached his room.
“We’ll make the arrangements for your wedding,” said his mother.
“Thank you, Mother,” Ero’an responded with genuine gratefulness, his heart fluttering and giving way to astonishing emotions that he had never before encountered.
After his parents left them, Ero’an laid Amelia out on the bed and admired her peaceful features. Her chest rose and fell in a regular breathing pattern that inspired him to sigh, stroking her neck as she slept. The war outside had ended and now he could sleep at night knowing that his people were safe. If ever they should need to war again, he knew he had a strong princess at his side who was more than capable of defeating evil species from all over the galaxy. Her strength inspired him to do more, to be better. It was enough to make his heart swell and expand, allowing room for the endless possibilities of love.
Ero’an stretched out next to her after removing his armor. He continued to admire her face, the image of her lips enough to arouse him. She opened her eyes as he thought this and he blushed with embarrassment, prompting her to question his suddenly flushed face.
“You turn me on,” he said while nuzzling her neck with his nose. “That’s all.”
The compliment caused Amelia to smile and she kissed him, running her hands over his bare back and shivering with excitement at the feeling of him nude. She eyed his body and then plunged down the bed to his erect member which twitched in response to her mouth enveloping it. Sliding her tongue over his shaft, she gripped the head with her lips and sucked dutifully, lingering briefly underneath the head and dipping back down to take the entirety of him in her mouth.
“Oh, darling, please,” he whispered with his hand pressed to the back of her head. “Let me ravish you.”
“Yes, dear,” replied Amelia as she came up to greet his lips.
While dueling tongues, she lowered her body gently over his wand and bounced, her hips shaking against his thighs as she rode him like the beast in the fields. Their bodies met heavily with each bounce, the surface of their skin tingling with every touch and kiss. Mouths hung open in ecstasy as she rolled over his body in long strides to cloak every bit of his wand that was begging to burst. Sitting up, she grasped his shoulders and hypnotized him with her gray eyes, the stars inside them twinkling with pleasure and deviance. Focused totally on her, he gripped her hips to help her grind which inspired their moans to grow louder. He kissed the slender column of her throat, tracing her back with his fingernails and pumping hard into her silky insides.
The sight that joined their heated flesh because increasingly sensitive, her bud blossoming over his tool and tingling with every bounce. Legs entangled, he kneaded into her bosom with his hand and gripped her back with the other to steady her grinding. Their frenzied race to fulfillment was near completion as their moans climaxed, their bodies stiffening beneath the weight of pleasure. Molten waves of bliss suddenly flooded their bodies and they each took turns crying out while gripping each other, their achievement evident. With happy gasps, they fell over on the bed without separating, too wrapped up in the blissful moment to part. Sunlight filtered through the glass and illuminated their sweating forms, which were now fused as one.
***
Some weeks after the wondrous victory of the Degaurians, Amelia was out in the field teaching the young people of the planet how to fight with a sword. Her class was mixed with men and women who ranged in age, all of them admiring her as the new princess who had come to save them from the dreadful Ka’lorians. Her hair had faded from purple to blonde, but her beloved prince promised to make a run to Earth soon in order to retrieve the proper supplies to uphold her beautiful image.
“No matter what,” said Ero’an. “I still think you’re beautiful.”
The compliment made her flush with endorphins, as she imagined the fun they would have later on when they got back to their bedroom. As she helped a woman gain balance with the sword, she felt something stirring in her gut that made her ill. Nausea swept over her body in cold waves, making her sweat suddenly from the dizziness it was causing. Noticing her discomfort, the woman took her hand and asked if she was alright, to which Amelia responded that she wasn’t sure.
“Perhaps you are tired from the exchange. We will fetch you some water,” said the woman while helping her sit.
As the other students ran off to get Amelia some water, she cried out in pain and leaned her head into the bosom of the woman. She gripped her hand, yelling that someone should fetch the prince and take her to the doctor inside the castle. The woman gasped and placed her hand on Amelia’s stomach, which seemed to be vibrating beneath the skin.
“Send for the prince!” she cried while helping Amelia stand.
“No, I must sit,” begged Amelia while pulling the woman down.
“Your majesty, you are in labor,” said the woman. “We have to get you inside before--”
“Labor?!” cried Amelia while yanking the woman’s arm. “How is that possible?!”
“Well, you and prince went to bed, I presume, and you--”
“Not that! How did it happen so soon?” asked the confused princess.
“Our gestational period is very brief, only a matter of weeks for a typical Degaurian pregnancy. The babies are small, but grow quickly because of--”
“Never mind that. Get me inside. I feel a breech or something...”
What was the proper terminology? Amelia had no clue. She only knew that the pain was infinitely stronger than menstruation and it made her knees buckle. Feeling queasy, she doubled over and vomited all over the ground, blue goo oozing over the soil. The flustered prince came running from the gates and helped his princess over the bridge to the infirmary where a doctor waited for them with a smile on his face.
“Ah, we are to welcome a lovely little prince into the world, eh?” asked the doctor while helping Amelia up on the chair.
“Don’t talk. Just...get it out,” said Amelia as she propped her legs up in the stirrups. “Oh, no, I’m not even prepared for this. Ero’an!”
“Yes, my love?” he asked, rubbing her arm.
“How do I do this?” Amelia asked while tearing up.
“You’re doing wonderfully. Just keep breathing and we’ll get you through the whole thing,” said Ero’an as the doctor sat in his chair.
Underneath her legs was a bucket filled with some kind of water, or a thin, clear goo, which was used to transition newborns into the world of the Degaurians. Looking down, Amelia gasped.
“Is that where it’s go
ing to fall?” she asked Ero’an.
“Yes, dear. That’s how it’s done,” he replied.
“But its head,” she said.
“What head?” asked the doctor and Ero’an in unison.
Looking between them both, Amelia groaned and cried out again as the labor pains took hold once more, signaling for her to begin pushing. She huffed as she began to push the form out of her body, the limbs feeling extra slippery and slimy which confused her as well as comforted her. Squishy isn’t terrible, she thought. And as long as it doesn’t have tentacles I’m fine. Another wave of pain crashed over her stomach and she screamed, pushing harder than she ever had in her life. The prince remained at her side throughout the ordeal, whispering all manner of encouragements even as they were met with snappy responses and apologies. Rubbing her head, he asked the nurse for warm towels and she obliged, laying them over Amelia’s stomach. It calmed her for a moment and Amelia thanked the nurse, still squeezing Ero’an’s head as more contractions came barreling over her body.
“I see something here,” said the doctor.
Another push sent the form flying from her body and landing in the bucket below with a gentle plop. Gasping with relief, Amelia turned to Ero’an to ask what she had just birthed and how in the world that liquid gel helped with the transition. The question left them both as they heard the beginning sounds of crying and then began to weep with joy. Raising up the supple creature, Amelia was met with another wave of relief as she was handed a baby girl with little gills in her neck and no tentacles.
“No tentacles,” she sighed.
“Pardon?” asked the doctor.
“Nothing,” she said quickly while wiping the little girl’s face.
“She’s beautiful,” Ero’an said as he leaned into his wife. “You did an amazing job. What shall we call her?”
Amelia thought for a moment and met his cheek with a kiss.
“Imagica,” she whispered. “I think we should name her Imagica.”
Swollen with joy, the prince burst into a fit of tears as he laid kisses upon his girls, the stress fading away as he realized his fate had come to fruition. The beautiful family sat for a moment to rest before being moved to another room in order to sleep, nursing their new baby girl with love and affection. It would be the ending of Amelia’s earthly existence, but the beginning of her happy life with the amazing otherworldly prince who was no longer a blundering fool, but a happy one. This joy would carry him through his life and he would bestow it upon each child they had after Imagica, populating their planet with love and strength that would eventually permeate the universe.
THE END
= Bonus Book 15 of 20 =
Healing the Alien’s Heart
Raven’s jet black hair threatened to cascade down her face as she peered into the open cavity of an amber colored Arbogodian who travelled weeks through space just to get into her clinic. With its three hearts beating out of sync, she worked her gloved hands around the being’s organs, trying to get them all in rhythm. The slight jolt in one of her fingertips was worrisome, but her gloves hadn’t malfunctioned in weeks. She could have sworn she worked the kinks out of them, but her index finger jittered again.
“I need my extra glove,” she called out from behind her operating mask. The plastic shield wrapped around her face like she was wearing a HAZMAT suit, but her voice was as clear as day. One of the assistants in the room rushed to prep an extra operating glove. Another waited patiently for Raven to pull her hand out of the body.
“Glove is ready, Dr. Glass,” the assistant held it up proudly.
Raven sighed as she used one hand to hold her place in one heart while taking her malfunctioning hand out. The two assistants worked to switch the gloves. It was like watching a NASCAR service pit. They moved fast, and before Raven could think about scolding them for their sloth-like movements, it was done. She resumed her surgery finishing a few hours later.
With her hair now flowing freely, she stood in the cozy medical suite of the alien she’d just operated on. She could tell he was woozy, but she was certain that he was able to understand, “Everything went well. Your surgery was a success. Your hearts are beating in sync and within a few days, all of your organs will follow suit. You should start feeling like your normal self within the next day or two. Stick to the diet I gave you in your take home package and I don’t want to see you back here unless it’s to bring me flowers. Okay, Mr. Geradfwew?”
“Understood,” the alien nodded. “Flowers will be sent in abundance for all that you have done for me. Thank you for making the time.”
“Well coming from the third moon of Arbog is quite the journey to make. I thought it only right that I do. The bill is in your take home packet too.”
“Wait, I brought you something that could cover it. Please check my bag there. You Earthlings have a thing about rocks, right?”
Raven’s cool grey eyes narrowed their gaze onto the creature as she walked over to the bag. Inside were no mere space rocks. One rock was encased in a thick plastic case that she was almost scared to touch. The other two in the bag were uncut gemstones; one sapphire and the other a ruby. Both stones were about the size of golf balls and Raven was sure they’d net her over a hundred thousand dollars.
“Just the sapphire and the ruby. The Uborium has another destination to get to. Thanks again, Dr. Glass,” he told her solemnly.
She smiled and left the room marking on his chart that his balance was paid in full. Once she was in her office, she put the stones in a special tin box and closed the lid. It was lined with special sensors that told her everything she needed to know about the mineral, especially its value. The commas and zeroes were much higher than she expected, but she knew she was worth every penny.
There was a subtle knock on her door, followed by the top of Dr. Monroe’s head poking into her office. Dr. Tracy Monroe had been working with Raven since she opened her private practice. She opted to treat their human clientele while Raven focused on the others. Her voice was high pitched and bubbly with ringlets of curls bouncing all over the place.
“You have a call,” she sang. “And your mom left a message saying to bring over that pink wine she likes.”
“Of course, she wants to get drunk on the one night I agree to dinner. I need a vacation and I think I’m going to start that now,” Raven joked. “You know I just spent six hours elbow deep in an Arbogodian? I’m going to have to soak in oatmeal and talc to get this smell out.”
“Six hours isn’t bad. I just did a triple bypass on Mr. Wellington and that took me forever!” she stepped into the office and plopped down on the leather chair in front of her desk. Raven’s medical degrees and awards all hung on the wall proudly alongside dozens of pictures of her travels. Travels that brought her to the far corners of the galaxy and back all because she was the best. Tracy always enjoyed looking over her wall of accomplishments.
“When you say forever,” Raven smirked, “how long are you talking?”
“It took me three whole hours! The gloves were malfunctioning again,” she whined.
“Was it the glove or the surgeon in the glove?” Raven laughed.
“It may have been me. I still can’t get the hang of focusing my mind and nerves on which tool I need and what body part I need to be operating on all at the same time.”
“That’s the genius of the gloves though! I’ve worked with the best nano technicians in the galaxy to develop that technology and all you have to do is take a six-hour course and practice! I keep telling you the easiest way is to set the glove programming to whatever surgery you’re doing and let the software do the rest. All you have to do is move those cute little fingers of yours. Speaking of which, I’m going to move these cute little fingers of mine toward a margarita on a sandy beach somewhere. I need to move my patients around, but they shouldn’t be any trouble for you and I should be back in a few days. I just need some time to myself for a little bit.”
Dr. Monroe’s eyes lit up. “Shoot!
That’s why I came in here. You have a call Rae. So, before you go groping fancy drinks with umbrellas in it…take this call. It’s from the palace of Xulara. I think it’s urgent, or important at the very least.”
“Fine,” Raven sighed. Peering down at the assortment of buttons on her desk, she pushed the one flashing yellow, which pushed a paper-thin screen up from inside the front panel of her desk. It powered on for her to see a dark purple figure with three eyes, one large slit for a nose, and glowing grey hair that swooped delicately in front of its golden colored eyes. Staring at the being on the screen, she smiled and spoke gently, “Good evening, this is Doctor Raven Glass. How may I help you?”
“I am Guarin of Xulara. Our dear Queen Ozhenia has fallen gravely ill. We have several physicians on staff but they have been making very little progress in repairing her condition. It’s been brought to my attention that you have a specialty in interplanetary medicinal technology. Perhaps you can do some exploratory examinations to help her. We are in dire need of your assistance. I can have a ship out to you by midnight your time. Just say that you’ll come.”
“Guarin, wow,” Raven was stunned. “Um, I’m flattered that my reputation has reached your planet. I was planning to take some time off, but I guess I can come to you and once the diagnosis is absolute, I can leave her in the hands of the physicians you have on staff.”
“Thank you. I believe that will be sufficient. They just need a breakthrough and I feel you’re the best one in the galaxy to help get us there. Please meet the shuttle at the Kennedy-Bush Space Center at midnight tonight. I will have everything you need to read about her symptoms and medical history aboard the shuttle. I thank you again, Dr. Glass.”
“Sure, and as far as payment is concerned?” she wondered before letting him disconnect the call.
“Funds in excess of 2.8 million Earth dollars will be deposited into your account once you’re aboard the shuttle, Doctor,” Guarin told her.
“I’ll be ready at midnight,” she told him. The numbers sounded right and Raven hung up the phone. She pulled up her computer to draft the agreement she’d bring with her to the palace and to do a little bit of research. Guarin was Queen Ozhenia’s right hand minion. They’d been friends for years and he never left her side.
