by Amanda Boone
“The woman you saw collapse at the site of your mate’s accident was you, but your soul had already moved on. That woman on Earth will not feel love as you did, but the female on the table will. Therefore, you will still know the feeling.”
Unexpectedly feeling groggy, she returned the empty glass to Tyr and lay down on the bed. This had been a very long couple of hours, and she was exhausted.
“You will sleep now,” he told her. “I will check you to determine if you have completed the transfer. When you do, I will awaken you, and you will be refreshed and ready to meet your people.”
Before Jane could respond, darkness engulfed her.
***
Jane opened her eyes to a bright room. The four-poster bed in which she lay appeared to be made of brass. Brass beds weren’t uncommon on Earth, so someone must have taken her in when she fainted upon … upon … For the life of her, she couldn’t remember why she had fainted, only that she had.
Sitting back against the brass headboard, which was engraved with several fleur-de-lis symbols, she surveyed the room. The walls were of silver, not stone or wood. Where was she?
A silver door across the room opened, and a lovely female with pastel green skin entered.
“Terrific!” she exclaimed. “You’re awake. We thought you would be about now. My name is Lynne, and I understand you’re Jane.”
Lynne approached Jane with a tray containing some unfamiliar items. Setting the tray on the bed, Lynne continued as though she was very comfortable.
“I hope you speak English because I don’t know any foreign languages.”
“I do,” Jane replied. “Where am I?”
“Cartonia. Didn’t Tyr tell you?”
“I don’t know. I don’t remember much right now.”
“I’m not surprised. A lot of things will come back to you in time, but I wouldn’t mention it to Tyr if I were you. The men here think we can’t remember anything from Earth. Fenrir doesn’t know that I remember a lot of things, either.”
“Who are Tyr and Fenrir? And what is Earth?”
“Tyr and Fenrir are our … spouses, I suppose you could call them. They call us their mates. You must be famished. Go ahead and eat. The food here is actually pretty good.”
Picking an item from the tray that looked like a cross between a pear and a peach, Jane bit into it. It tasted like neither, but Lynne was right. It was good.
“I think I remember Tyr now,” Jane said. “How long did I sleep?”
“I don’t know. Time is weird here, not like it is on Earth. You’ll like it here, though. Most people are friendly, although they don’t usually want to be friends. Princess Melanie is from Earth, too, so those of us who are here have a bit of a bond if we can speak the same language. We can understand Cartonian, but we still can’t understand other languages, like French or Swahili.”
Jane studied the woman in the white jumpsuit then looked at her own jumpsuit, also white.
“Don’t worry. Everybody wears white jumpsuits. Only the direct royalty—the prince, princess, and their children—wear colorful or silver ones.” Lynne paused then said, “Take some food with you, and I’ll show you around the castle. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen, not that you would remember yet. You will, though.”
Not knowing what else to do, Jane took another pear/peach and a flat, indescribable piece before she followed Lynne.
The castle was quite bright and airy. Open windows faced all directions, capturing any breeze that happened by. Anything lightweight was held down by bronze or silver knick-knacks of various shapes. However, Jane couldn’t place any of the shapes to even connect them to something on Earth, like she had the peach and pear.
The interior walls of the castle were silver, just as the bedroom walls. Why was nothing made of stone or wood? She remembered enough to know that’s what a building on Earth was made of.
Lynne led her to a window. A breeze caught them. Jane remembered the scent; it was that of the ocean. Outside, beyond the sand dunes colored like a rainbow, stretched a vast aquamarine ocean.
“We’re on top of a small mountain here,” Lynne said, “so we can see all around us. This is my favorite view, but I love just staring at Prince Odin’s palace, too. We can see that from Fenrir’s office. He’s out right now, so I’ll show you that, too.”
They went through silver walled corridors lined with three-dimensional photographs, which were framed in copper. Jane could hardly believe that there was so much metal in the building and wondered what the smaller houses, the houses of ordinary people, were made from.
As they approached a large, shining copper door at the end of a hallway, Jane heard muffled voices. Apparently, Lynne did, too, because she told Jane to be quiet before they approached the closed door.
To her surprise, Jane understood every word she heard.
“You do not have an option, Tyr,” a male voice said. “You are in my command, which is why I am allowing you to live in my house. That and because you are my favorite nephew and heir. You will do as ordered, and you will not complain.”
Chapter 5
That didn’t sound good to Jane, and given the look on her face, Lynne agreed.
“I recognize Tyr’s voice,” Jane whispered, “but who’s the other person?”
“Fenrir,” Lynne replied in a like tone. “He wants to overthrow Odin and take the throne back. I’ll explain later. Be quiet so I can hear.”
While they listened, Fenrir told Tyr that he needed to go to the palace and request to be posted as a guard for Odin. Every time Odin had a meeting with his chiefs, Tyr was to report to Fenrir about exactly what times and dates were mentioned, as well as what was discussed. Tyr balked at the order, but Fenrir insisted that he would have Tyr stripped of his higher echelon position and put into a labor position if Tyr refused.
This obviously angered Tyr, who began shouting at Fenrir that he thought Odin was a fine man and a wise ruler, that he refused to be a spy for Fenrir. In turn, Fenrir remained calm, using threats to get Tyr to calm down.
Eventually, Tyr acquiesced, and Lynne pointed down the hallway. Then she pushed Jane in that direction. In only moments, they came to a copper door that swung open as they approached. Lynne gave Jane a small shove toward the door, and they entered the room. The door shut quietly behind them.
“Did I understand them right?” Jane asked, keeping her voice low. “Are they plotting against the prince?”
“That’s exactly what they were doing,” Lynne replied in a normal tone. “You don’t have to be quiet now. This is a room where you can’t hear through the door.”
“Then you’d think your husband and Tyr would have used this one instead.”
“One would think. Then again, they might not know that we can hear through their doors. I haven’t even come close to telling Fenrir everything I can do here on Cartonia.”
“Do we have special powers or something?”
“I wouldn’t say that, but I know I can do a lot more than Fenrir would ever think. He believes that Cartonians have the highest intellect of any planet out there.” Lynne chuckled at the notion. “We’re going to have to be very careful that they don’t find out what I know—and now what you know.”
After several minutes of waiting, Lynne moved toward the door, which swung open for them. From that room, they went to Fenrir’s now-free office. Lynne led Jane to the window which overlooked the valley below. Jane stared down in awe.
The colors of the mountain were vibrant, but the buildings appeared gloomy and unappealing—except one. The palace in the distance, its front facing the ocean, glistened in the sun. At least, it would have been the sun on Earth. The gold walls, the magnificent copper turrets and parapets all screamed wealth and high class. Even from this distance, Jane could see that many of the windows were stained glass or something equivalent.
“The palace makes everything else look like peasants live there,” Jane said with a hint on wonder in her voice.
“Doesn’t
it, though? And it’s just as beautiful inside.”
Lynne’s voice sounded as though it came from somewhere else, so Jane turned from the window and found Lynne rifling through some papers on the brass desk in the middle of the room.
“What are you doing?” Jane asked as she rushed to the door to see if anybody was coming.
To her relief, the silver-walled hallway was empty of people, or Cartonians, or whatever she should call them.
“I have no clue,” Lynne replied as Jane joined her. “I thought I might find something here I could read, but no such luck.”
“Are you crazy? Anybody could just walk by the room and see you.” Jane strode over to the desk and leaned against it.
“Maybe I am crazy,” Lynne answered with a laugh. “I have no clue how long I’ve been here, but I know that Fenrir is plotting against Prince Odin. I just don’t know which side I should be on. Fenrir says that he should be king, but it kind of reminds me of something in the back of my mind that I can’t quite bring forward.”
“What do you mean?” Jane asked.
“Fenrir’s grandfather didn’t want to be king, so he abdicated. That reminds me of something I’ve heard before. I just don’t know what it is.”
“Well, I think you should stop snooping—even if you can’t read what’s written there.” She grabbed Lynne’s wrist and tugged on her arm until Lynne acquiesced. Once out of the room, Jane changed the subject. “Do you like living here?”
With that question, Lynne babbled about how happy she was since she arrived on Cartonia. She loved the country and the people, and she had decided never to leave, not even if Fenrir waged an unsuccessful coup on the prince.
Jane wondered if she could be as happy there. From the sound of things, Tyr was perfectly happy letting Odin rule his domain. In fact, he’d come straight out and said that he thought Odin was doing a fine job. So why did Fenrir want to oust him? Was it just because he wanted the throne? Or was there something else behind his plan?
Chapter 6
At dinner that night, Jane watched the interaction between Fenrir and Tyr closely. Neither spoke much, and when one did, the other glared at him. The tension at the table was incredibly strong, so Lynne tried to liven up the conversation.
It apparently had no effect on the men because no matter what she did, the men remained either stoic or ambivalent.
After the meal, Jane asked Tyr if he would take her for a walk so she could see the area where she lived. He agreed without hesitation and escorted her from the castle by way of the kitchen. At first, Jane was curious as to why, but when they were out the door, she had no doubt about his reasoning.
They exited onto a lush, crimson lawn that spread out to a large lake nearby. What lovely site. She had been surprised when Tyr had told her that no one wore shoes on Cartonia, and now she thought she knew why. Walking on the red yard was like walking on velvet.
“I wish to show you a place I find very calming,” Tyr said. “Would you like to see it?”
“I’d love to,” she replied.
He escorted her around the lake to a small grotto with mint green, lemon chiffon yellow, and burnt orange fern-like plants dripping from the ceiling. Jane found the array stunning. The darker orange enhanced the lighter green and yellow. How she remembered the different colors was beyond her imagination, but she sensed this was one of the things that Lynne wouldn’t tell Fenrir that she knew. Her memories were beginning to seep back into her mind, and she wanted to keep it to herself for now.
“Is it safe to swim in the lake, Tyr?” she asked.
“What is swim?” he replied in bewilderment.
“I guess the easiest way to explain it is to move in the water without a boat.”
“I do not know. I have never known anyone who has tried.”
“Then we have to try. You will like it. I promise.”
Stripping out of her jumpsuit, Jane stared down at her perfectly proportioned, fuchsia body. Even she liked to look at it. Although Tyr had told her that she would remember nothing, she did recall a few things. Her old body was one of those things., and she would never tired of knowing she now looked like the woman she’d always dreamed to be?
Without a word, she stepped into the tepid water. The bottom was so soft and rock-free, despite their being on a mountain. She walked into a deeper area, where the water caressed her ankles. Then she went farther until water lapped at her knees.
Jane stopped and turned toward shore. Holding her hand out to him, she said, “Join me. You’ll like it.”
Tyr looked skeptical, but he took off his jumpsuit and followed her. By the time he reached her, his twisted maleness was erect with desire. It looked very much like an Earth man’s organ, except it had a bit of twirled soft ice cream appearance.
The thought startled her. Another memory! Would she miss ice cream here?
Then her mind re-centered itself back onto his body, which had precisely the level of musculature that she loved. Taking a deep breath to raise her courage, she reached out and caressed his penis then drew her hand upward, over his rippled stomach to his hard pectorals. As she slid her hands over his shoulders and down his muscular arms, she inhaled again. His body felt so good.
“Let’s go out a little farther,” she suggested with a throaty voice.
She took his hands in hers and backed up until the water sloshed around their waists.
“Kiss me,” she demanded, barely able to release the words.
Tyr’s mouth captured hers without hesitation. Her tongue taunted his lips until he opened them slightly. Unable to resist, she smashed her breasts against his chest as her tongue dove into his hot mouth and reunited with his.
She was hot with desire and wanted him—now! When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he grabbed her buttocks to hold her. Perfect! That was exactly what she had hoped he would do.
Gently grasping his excitement, she slid it tauntingly back and forth across her opening. His tongue pushed hers away. A moment later their tongues dueled in her warm mouth.
Finally, she impaled herself on his organ and squeezed with her vaginal muscles. He moaned into her mouth and pushed farther into her body. Actually, her new body was a bit different than she recalled. She didn’t need to maneuver into strange positions. His manhood fit perfectly no matter what way she moved.
Her excitement grew as he pumped into her with little effort. Over and over he hit a spot in her body brought her came closer to the ultimate joy. Finally, he thrust into her so deeply that she could hold back no longer and exploded in an orgasm that she felt would never end.
Once she stopped throbbing around him, he released her, and her feet dropped to the bottom of the lake.
“You are to have my child,” he said.
“It doesn’t matter, Tyr. What matters is that we enjoy it.”
Lifting her under her knees, he carried her back to land and set her down on the velvety lawn. It wasn’t really grass, but it wasn’t really velvet, either.
He lay down beside her and lazily ran his finger up and down her naked thigh from her hip to her knee and back.
“May I confide in you?” he asked. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Absolutely!” she returned. “I have never divulged a secret in my life.”
Tyr proceeded to tell Jane everything he knew about Fenrir’s coup plot. He didn’t want to be involved, he told her, but he didn’t know how to turn down his uncle since Fenrir was his commander. If there were some way out of his predicament, he would not hesitate to take it, but he was at a loss as to how to proceed.
According to Tyr, soldiers on Cartonia never went against their commanding officers. In fact, he knew of no one who had even considered it before. Now he was in a position where he needed to make a decision. Should he follow Fenrir into battle against the prince, to whom he’d pledged his allegiance? To him, that didn’t seem right.
“You need to do what feels right to you, Tyr,” Jane advised. “If you don’t, you might never
be able to live with yourself.”
“You do not understand, Jane. If I join Fenrir, I will be heir to the throne of Cartonia. I am next in line since he has no children.”
“Do you want to be king? Or prince? Or whatever it is you would be?”
“I have no deep desire to rule, but I know I would be a good and fair ruler, as well.”
“Then, Tyr, if you don’t have a desire, you will not be able to rule to your full potential.”
Tyr gazed down at her and smiled. She was startled because Lynne had told her that Cartonians never smiled.
“I agree,” he declared. “Somehow I must find a way to stop my uncle from usurping Prince Odin.”
“Let me help you, Tyr,” she said, filled with a determination she couldn’t resist. “We will do this together.”
THE END
Desired by the Alien Hero
A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance
Prologue
The dining room, lavishly furnished with gold and silver tables covered in bright material, astonished Jane. The castle was beautiful, but the palace was astonishing. With polished gold walls, ceilings and floors, everything gleamed as the sun shone in the windows.
“I have never before been invited to dine here,” Tyr said. “I did not know his palace was this beautiful.”
“Beautiful? It’s absolutely amazing!” Jane turned to stare up at him. He was a handsome man or alien or whatever she should call him, but he seemed reluctant to express himself honestly. “If you follow Fenrir’s orders, you could live here someday.”
“If I decide to assist my uncle, I would most certainly live here. However, I also wish to serve my prince. Would you like to live here?”
She studied him without responding. In a way, his desire was honorable, but it also left her wishing that he had more courage to want more than just to serve. She wished he would show more initiative.
