Her attention was taken from the curious statue as a new and striking Versallian male quietly entered through a pair of deep purple, velvety curtains at the back of the room.
This Versallian was larger than the soldiers. Regal and imposing in fact. The mane of hair crowning his head was decorated with beads and glowing stones. He wore leather straps around his biceps and thighs, but other than that nothing—no pants, no shirt, only a loose, silky robe, hanging open and exposing every inch of his impressive green body.
The large Versallian stopped on the other side of the dancing vulva statue, opposite his kneeling captive. A second Versallian male entered the room through the curtains and walked directly to Beth. This male was wearing only a thick leather cord tied around his waist and a translation device fastened to his throat. His head was shaved clean and on his chest was a large black tattoo: the same form as the statue Beth was prostrate before.
The tattooed Versallian looking down at them with great curiosity. “So,” he said after a long silent examination, “our scans indicate you are genetically Human.” He looked her up and down, “Though less so than us.”
Beth stared at the alien, unaware of her own slack-jawed expression. What did he mean by that? “Yes, I’m… a… Human.”
There was something slightly animal-like in the alien’s appearance. Beth thought it might be because her three guards all had brown eyes, while the tattooed alien had vibrant pink eyes, the irises highlighted by a bright red outline.
From her knees, Beth rallied the courage to ask, “Your announcement, it said you are ‘Versallian’? That this is some kind of military ship?”
The tattooed alien reached out and lightly touched Beth’s hair. She shuddered a little at this unexpected contact. “We are the Versallians,” he confirmed, his fingertips now stroking Beth’s cheek, then running down the side of her neck to her shoulders. “We are pilgrims…” he paused and glanced at the regal Versallian watching the interaction closely from the far side of the statue.
The tattooed alien turned back to Beth, casually cupping her breast a moment before finishing his sentence, “…on an exploratory mission.” Here we go, she cringed. As the only female of any species in the room she began to pray that she would not become another statistic. She hoped these aliens were more advanced than Humans when it came to handling female prisoners. And they better be ready for a fight. There was the Beth she knew.
“I am Merjan, High Priest of Versall. And he…” he said, gesturing to the other nude alien, “is Prince Sefron, the last Prince of Versall.”
Beth repeated, “The last Prince?”
“We have been in this sector for some time now,” Merjan said ignoring her question, “and had yet to encounter another life form.”
He knelt beside her, running his hand down to the small of her back. “What are you doing here?” Merjan asked, his quick fingers now glancing over Beth’s bottom, fondling it gently. “Where do you come from?” To her credit, she showed no reaction to the uninvited attention.
“I am from Earth,” Beth answered steadily, “on a deep space exploration mission. Charting the star systems, gathering samples, looking for habitable planets.”
“Earth?” Merjan sounded surprised and somehow pleased. He looked at Prince Sefron. The two shared a moment, an unspoken conversation that made Beth think they may be telepathic. The Priest rose abruptly, grabbing her by the shoulders and swiftly pulling her to her feet.
He is tall, she realized as her eyes came level with his muscular chest. He brazenly inspected her body, inch by inch. Her dark skin seemed to mesmerize him; she had always considered it a lucky gift from Armenian and Mexican ancestors. He took in her large, full breasts held firmly in place by her flight suit. And her short black hair, generous lips, slender body. Round buttocks and sculpted thighs.
Merjan took his time running his eyes and his hand over her curves. “I’ve heard of your species,” he said as he made to touch lower, “but I have never seen one of you.” He seemed to think better of it as Beth glared back at him, challenging her captor to just try it...
Merjan leaned down, sniffed her from collarbone to throat, brushing her neck and hair with the side of his face. “Your species is primitive in a technological sense,” he said softly, “though I have heard you have done amazing things in arts and social invention.”
Beth licked her lips and clenched her teeth defensively. She flushed red and began to perspire. “How do you…” she wasn’t sure what to say, licking her lips again, looking from the Priest to the other alien. “Yes, I…our technology to travel this far is new. To us.”
She observed Merjan’s reaction, gazing deeply into his candy pink eyes, searching. “We’re the first from our planet to ever come this way.”
Merjan finally withdrew his hand from her, a subtle, satisfied smile on his face. “Well then,” he said, staring deeply into Beth’s brown eyes, “this is a special day for all of us.”
Chapter 3
Beth struggled against the huge, rough hands pushing her forward. She was completely naked now and being forced deeper into their ship. She frantically craned her neck, desperately looking around as they passed room upon room.
The guards ignored her anger and struggling. They just continued prodding her down the hall. From the vulvae room (as she was calling it in her head), Beth was taken to a small ante chamber where her clothes were unceremoniously stripped off. Against her will, she was washed thoroughly in a quick-drying watery substance. Once her attendants were satisfied that she had been properly sanitized, they doused her in a musky powder, and scented oil was applied to her hair and body with intruding hands. The thought that she was to be offered up like a sacrificial lamb bubbled to the surface of her mind.
The fearful image was reinforced for Beth as she was herded into yet another smaller chamber. The only light within emanated from the dancing flames of hundreds of candles interspersed throughout. Her mind was racing with all the scenarios that may be playing out at this moment. She was forced to her knees again, this time beside a low bed. “Do not move,” one of the guards commanded.
She chose to obey. They were so much bigger and stronger than her. She stayed motionless, too frightened now to have to be told twice. The guards exited, leaving her alone in the shadowy room.
What the hell is going on?
She didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Footsteps. Coming closer. Her eyes darted around nervously. After everything that had happened since she had boarded, it was natural Beth should dread what might be next for her. But she took comfort in the fact that she had always been a skilled fighter and these aliens would have a real battle on their green hands if they tried to force her to do anything against her will.
A Versallian female entered the chamber, the first one Beth had seen. Her emerald curves visible through the sheer fabric of her gown, she seemed to drift on thin air as she moved. Her hair was teased out to an enormous mane around her serene face. The female alighted gracefully on the edge of the bed. If she was aware of Beth’s presence, she did not show it.
More footsteps. Beth looked to the entrance expectantly. Prince Sefron, his silk robe replaced with a heavier one, of the same leather as the soldier’s uniform pants, filled the frame. The robe hung open and from where she knelt, Beth caught a glimpse of the Prince’s manhood, thick and shivering, becoming erect. What the hell? Beth wished for another Human for the hundredth time—safety in numbers even if it was only two.
The Prince did not acknowledge her either. He came up to the female, placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing tightly a moment before stripping off her dress. He turned stood her up to face him, pausing to examine her body. Beth could not comprehend the scene before her. Was she to be subjected to torture by watching aliens coupling?
It was like witnessing a proverbial old-world train wreck—she wanted to turn from the display but was physically incapable of doing the right thing. Thus Beth watched, frozen, as the Prince took his member
in one hand, stroking it slowly as he ran his other hand over the female’s naked, glowing skin. He cradled one breast, ran his finger over her hard nipple. He gave it a gentle squeeze, coaxing a moan from deep in the female’s throat.
“Sit down,” he commanded. She did as she was told.
Look away! Look away! Beth silently begged. Sefron loomed over the female, slowly removing his robe as he watched the female’s chest heave with expectant breaths. He put his hand on her mane of hair and guided her head down until she was able to take his long, hard penis in her mouth. She began to suck and lick, slowly at first, but building with desire as she gave into the pleasure.
While she attended to him, the Prince reached down and began teasing her, running one fingertip over her moist vulva. The woman moaned as his finger slipped into her, then began to squirm as his hand worked.
Beth felt a warm rush snake deep into her core and she reflexively drew her thighs tight together, pressing one hand hard against her crotch to try to alleviate the urgent sensation. Her body was betraying her need for control. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t.
This primal reaction to the scene disarmed Beth. She had been confident she had successfully buried and deadened her sexual impulses years ago, all in the name of her service to the Corp. Repressed for so long, they chose now to rear their lusty heads.
This is surreal. Beth found herself watching the nameless female’s green toes curl as the Prince continued his work. With each moan and squeal of delight, Beth’s own urges intensified. Finally, she slid her hand between her thighs, pressed her fingers against her vulva. A burning shudder passed through her hips and pelvis, pulsing upward to her shoulders and neck.
Beth found herself transfixed by the female’s mouth pleasuring the Prince. Her full, burgundy lips giving his penis long, wet kisses. Her tongue moving up and down, licking in long, delicious strokes. All the while, the Versallian female worked the base of his shaft with tiny strokes with one hand, her other busy caressing her own body, teasing herself, fingertips brushing her full breasts and smooth thighs.
Beth stared at Sefron’s member as he took it from the female’s mouth. It was big, powerful. Beth imagined its warmth and girth as she slid a second finger inside herself. She could imagine it cradled in her hands, touching the side of her face, filling her, taking her… oh… a small groan escaped as her fingers went in deeper.
She opened her eyes for a moment to be caught in the Prince’s heated gaze. He brazenly stared at Beth as he took the Versallian woman by the legs and deftly flipped her over. Prince Sefron grabbed the female’s hips and pulled her to her knees, her perfect, full bottom elevated.
“For the true Gods,” he spoke passionately, suddenly. Then he thrust forward, piercing the woman who moaned loudly in response, slamming her hips back against the Prince’s chiseled body as he pushed forward into hers. Sefron seemed possessed by some fertile God as he and the female gyrated their hips in rhythm.
The Prince again grabbed a handful of the female’s wild mane of hair. Her back arched, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain, as the Prince held tight.
Beth could not fight the images that flooded her brain—his heat thrusting into her, pressed against her flesh, the weight of his body on hers… Oh my god, I’m going to… she buried both hands between her legs as she drew herself to climax. The peak of her orgasm faded into a glowing body-high only broken when the Prince made a strange sound.
Beth met his eyes, this time not wanting to look away.
Sefron did not smile but there was an unexpected kindness in his voice as he said, “You have been blessed, and I believe you are now ready to meet our Gods.”
Chapter 4
It had been over 30 hours since she was forced on board the Versall ship and she still had no indication of why she was there. Beth was getting very worried. And she was struggling to understand what had just happened in that small ante-chamber. Had she been drugged by some unseen gas filtering through the air? Why did the Prince say she was blessed and ready to meet the Gods? Was she still to serve as a sacrifice?
When Merjan reappeared, Beth rushed him. “What am I doing here?” she asked, not giving him time to speak.
“I assure you,” Merjan said, “it will all become evident in time.”
His voice was not threatening, but there was something there, some subtext in the delivery. Beth demanded, “What does that mean?”
“It means you should not worry,” he reassured. He took her hand and led her to a shrine in the corner of the room. Several candles burned on the bejeweled altar, and in the center there was a small version of the statue from earlier: the abstract vulvae enveloping the figure of a dancing female.
“Do you find it beautiful?” Merjan asked, following her gaze.
Beth stared at the graceful form, the smooth lines of the polished stone. “I do, I guess,” she said. “Is this your Goddess?” She needed more information and playing along seemed to be the smartest and safest route. Also it would buy her time to figure out how she might get away.
The Priest smiled. “It is a form of the Divine, yes, perhaps our truest representation of what we call ‘The Sacred’.” He touched the statue, running a finger reverently along the gentle curves. “We believe the female body is closer to the Divine than is the male form,” he continued, “and the female’s sexuality brings them closer still. Through the Goddess and her representatives here on our planet, we find pleasure, we find comfort, but even more importantly, we propagate—we continue as a species through the force of the female.”
He once again openly examined Beth’s body, artfully exposed by the design of the Versallian robe. “You are truly beautiful, exotic,” he said, touching her, turning her around to gaze at the curve of her buttocks, the slender lines of her back and shoulders. “Does your entire species look like you?”
“Generally, most do, I guess,” she said. “Some look better, some look worse.” Don’t be flattered by his words, Beth. Stay focused. She hated to admit it but she enjoyed the warmth of the Priest’s hand on her skin as he turned her back to face him. She had gone so very long with no contact…
Like the Prince, he was incredibly big. In every way. She felt so tiny next to him. If he wanted to, he could do anything he pleased; I would have no way to make him stop. The thoughts that passed through her mind made her shudder with new, unspoken desires.
The Priest sensed her response. “You liked it, didn’t you? Watching the Prince and his concubine engaged in the sacred ritual?” No, I couldn’t have, shouldn’t have…
Beth didn’t know how to answer, suddenly embarrassed. Yes. She blushed as the sensory memories of that moment ran through her body. She pushed the unbidden thought aside and looked away.
“Pleasure is part of our congress with the spirits,” he told her. “It is how we honor the Divine. It is nothing to be ashamed of. If you did not enjoy it…”
Beth turned to him expectantly, waiting for him to throw her a lifeline. She was disappointed as he frankly said, “If you did not enjoy it, you would not be permitted to continue your journey with us.”
Beth’s confusion was visible. “What?” she asked. “What is my journey with you? I don’t understand.” This was first contact for God’s sake. Humans had never met an alien race before let alone this particular race. How could she be part of their story?
Merjan smiled his slightly mocking smile. He paced to the one window in the dark chamber, then turned back to face Beth and asked, “Do you remember when we first met, I told you it was a lucky day for us all?”
Beth nodded in affirmation.
The Priest turned from her to stare out the window as if studying the recondite depths of space and time. “Not long ago,” he said, “our King passed away. He had lived a long, prosperous life but all things end, even those that are greatest.”
He left the window and returned to the statue and Beth’s side. “Our laws state that upon the King’s death, the throne is the Prince’s to
claim. However, to truly and rightfully take power, the period of Student must end and the role of Master must begin.”
Beth had no idea what he was trying to tell her. Nor could she fathom how the act she had witnessed in the chamber fit into this transformation. “Prince Sefron,” she asked, “his father was the King? Right?”
“Yes,” Merjan said. “As of tomorrow, however, he will be known as King Sefron.”
“Tomorrow?” Beth’s tone belied her dawning realization. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know now.
“To become the Master, the youth must marry,” he concluded. “He must wed the bride he was promised.”
An image of Sefron’s body came unbidden to Beth’s mind. Tall, broad, well-muscled, naked. His thick, engorged member. His rich velvety skin, the dark, deep green of a flawless emerald, and his mane of wild brown hair untamed even when plaited into a tight braid running down his perfectly sculpted back. She swore she could feel the warmth of his arms enveloping her even as his erect penis brushed against the inside of her thighs…
She shook off the involuntary images. Focus. She understood what Merjan was saying now, but it raised still more questions for Beth. “And who is this bride? How will he rule from this ship?” The words fell in staccato from her lips.
Merjan reached for a black glass bottle on the altar. He popped the cork as he stated, “His intended is named ‘Deryan’. Her family has held a powerful position on our world for generations. She is young and beautiful, rich beyond your comprehension. And promised to him from birth.”
A twinge of something unfamiliar twisted in Beth’s gut. “She sounds perfect,” she said, her eyes flitting from Merjan to the bottle to the flickering of a shrine-top candle. “They must both be very happy.”
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