Jovian, Rachel, Gretchen and twenty-five Atlantians teleport directly to the medical bay. Katarina peers out of her glass window to see what all the commotion is about in the corridor outside her room. I follow her gaze. She is starring at a beautiful specimen. His shoulder length auburn hair is tinted with streaks of gold. His eyes are bronze with flakes of green ringing the irises. I witness Katarina’s response to the Atlantian they call Gregor and arrange for them to meet, but first we need to find out more about these men before allowing them to return to Amazonia. I cannot afford to take any chances.
Rachel and Gretchen run countless tests and declare each one of the men to be perfect specimens for the breeding program. “Excellent, and how are you coming on neutralizing their emotions in order to avoid any and all bouts with violence?”
Rachel and Gretchen exchange glances.
The suspense is too much, “Oh for the love of Pete, what now?”
Rachel volunteers first, “Can’t we keep them the way they are? They are so nice and thoughtful. It would be a shame to ruin them.”
“Ruin them? What are you babbling about, they can still fuck without feelings, can’t they? They are men after all.”
Gretchen responds with a noncommittal, “Well….”
A lightbulb goes off in my head. “You little tramp. You have already fucked one of them. They haven’t been here more than an hour!”
“His name is Grendel. I am completely in love.”
I have half a mind to float her into space and then neutralize every last Atlantian, but I need to find something out first.
I send the Atlantian named Gregor to her room. I watch from the two-way mirror. I want to how he acts. Katarina sees him and is speechless. Gregor approaches her bedside and smiles down on her. His smile is almost blinding. His straight white teeth and square jaw make him appear god-like. He takes her hand and tenderly kisses her palm. He sits beside her and strokes her hair. She holds his hand against her cheek. She embraces him. He holds her. They sit next to one another enjoying one another’s heat. Katarina pulls back and explores the Atlantians face with her fingertips. He kisses her ear and says, “I never want you to forget this night.”
Katarina loves this man. She grabs him and draws him toward her. She kisses him passionately. He responds by taking her shoulders and bringing her closer to him smothering her face in sweet tender kisses. He begins kissing her neck and stops just at the neckline of the medical scrubs she wore. She reaches down and strips off her top exposing the firm supple breasts. I was starting to get wet and move my hand to my sweet spot. I finger my clit, flicking it, arousing myself as I watch the two young lovers on the other side of the mirror. I insert my finger deep inside me and lick my finger, tasting my salty juices. Rachel stands at the opening of the tiny room where I watch Katarina and Gregor. Aroused, Rachel enters the room and joins me. She drops to her knees in front of my hot throbbing pussy. She drives her tongue inside me; I release a soft moan that is music to her ears. She plunders me with her tongue. She thrusts one finger inside me, hitting the spot that transforms my soft moan into one long, high-pitched orgasm. In the other room, Gregor lays on top of Katarina’s prone body. They are enjoying one another’s nakedness. He kisses her breasts and moves down her flat belly. He gently spreads her legs and begins kissing her, gently parting her labia with his tongue. He uses the tip of his tongue to circle and flick her swollen clit. Her eyes roll back in her head as a high piercing orgasm fills the air. She cannot take it anymore. She plasters her mouth on his and kisses him in a way she never thought possible, her hips moving against him, knowing there must be more. Gregor settles between her legs. She cradles his hips with her thighs. He thrusts inside her, deep and hard. She grabs his ass and moves her hips in tandem with his thrusts. He lifts her legs over his shoulders and sinks even deeper inside her. She moans and pleads for him to cum. He pumps and arches his head back. He whimpers with ecstasy and collapses on top of Katarina. They hold one another for several minutes, recuperating from there love making. I could see in the girl’s eyes that she cared deeply for Gregor. Rachel finishes pleasuring herself after watching the two lovers in the other room and says, “The Atlantians seem too good to be true.”
Rachel’s comment about the Atlantians nags at me. I decide to have a chat with Gregor. I quietly enter the room where Katarina and Gregor lie in each other’s arms. I poke Gregor’s shoulder and his eyes open. I hold my finger to my lips. Not wanting to disturb his newfound love, he carefully slips his arm from under her and eases quietly out of bed. Gregor grabs his pants from the floor and silently dresses. I lead him out of the medical bay and he follows me to the ship’s galley. I motion for him to sit.
“You may be wondering why I brought you here.”
He looks at me with a puzzled look on his face. I thought these people were supposed to be smart; he seems to be completely lost.
“I’m not lost your royal highness. I am just surprised that you do not think I understand why you brought me here. I would imagine it is so you can learn more about our species. Particularly when you consider your plans for us.”
The Atlantians are telepathic. Fabulous. Gregor laughs softly. I ask, “Do telepath’s establish boundaries?”
He responds, “No, not really. We usually do not let others know we are telepaths. But when we are discovered, we try to be respectful, but we really don’t care about boundaries with those that want to lie to us.”
I really cannot refute his logic, “Okay, then I suspect you know what I need from you.
Gregor calmly replies, “You really should have just asked for our help. It’s only the courteous thing to do, especially considering you wanted to make us your sex slaves.”
Again with that sex slave shit. Finally, I ask, “Whose mind have you been getting this sex slave thing from? I don’t intend to use you that way.”
“Thanks, I think?” Gregor replies. “Honestly, sex slave sounds kinda fun, but there was something about a lobotomy? That’s not cool.”
“I was only considering the possibility, but now that I am getting to know you a little better I would be willing to revisit whether or not to neutralize you.”
“There is no revisiting the decision it won’t happen. In addition, I think you deserve to know why. Queen Myrna, we are a race of gods. If we wanted to, we could easily imprison you as sex slaves. Moreover, might I say you are all very enticing, but I digress. Throughout the universe, we are known as the engineers. We travel to distant worlds building atmospheric regulators on inhospitable planets to provide refuge to the inhabitants of worlds destroyed by war or other catastrophes. This is how I met Luc. Throughout the centuries, we have had extensive contact with the Terans.
“But I thought the alliance had a strict embargo in place and no one was permitted to go to Tera.”
“That is true, but we had special permission to save the planet from orbital failure by erecting pyramids across the planet to act as counter weights after a mighty war was waged between Luc and the first generation of his creation.”
I was confused, “I had always been told the Terans were horribly slow.”
“The second generation are slow witted, but the first generation Luc created were formidable and still are, that is where Katarina comes from. She was born to a first generation Teran named Athena. In this galaxy, I am known as Zeus. I have met Katarina’s mother.”
I was not expecting to hear him utter those words and I gasp. Sensing my discomfort, he holds my hand and continues, “Katarina’s mother was a first generation creation. Her name was Athena. The Terans viewed her as a goddess. Your husband met her when he was sent to Tera by the alliance to assess Luc’s mental state and make sure all safeguards keeping him imprisoned on Tera were still in place. During that visit, he met Athena and could not help himself. She was gorgeous and was eager for a strong, ruggedly handsome man from a distant world. She seduced him your majesty, and as you are well aware, men are pigs, present company excluded of course.”
A tear streams down my cheek, “I have to admit, I feel a little better knowing he didn’t have sex with a common Teran. So this Athena, what happened to her?”
“She is still alive living in a hidden city she keeps cloaked with the help of races like the Atlantians and others that provide her with the technology she needs to keep Luc in line. He is determined to destroy the Terans and the alliance is trying to keep that from happening.”
My heart goes out to the little buggers but I do not know why the alliance cares what happens to the Terans.
Hearing my question in his mind Gregor finishes the thought for me, “The alliance cares because Luc’s brother has always blamed himself for Luc’s mutation.”
“Who is Luc’s brother?”
“Ah, that tale is for another day. We need to take action very soon against a growing threat that is determined to destroy your planet and steal the Hermatite stone. The Mining Federation is behind the attack and our ship was sent here to destroy the rogue base where they plan to launch their attack in 3 days’ time.”
“Then I guess we have three days’ time to devise a plan and stop these assholes from destroying my planet. I also need to alert the alliance and insist sanctions be placed on every mining outpost under the control of the Federation.”
Gregor stands, “I have a plan, and we will need the shuttle. Alert Commander Jovian. Have him meet us in the shuttle bay.”
Under the cover of darkness, a small band of Atlantian and Amazonian warriors land on the moon where the rogue army has assembled its attack force. The outpost used to be barren and desolate until the Atlantians built an atmospheric regulator. The regulator made the moon inhabitable and was built because the moon needed to house refugees from a failing planet in a nearby solar system. The colossal machines the Atlantians build create atmospheres on different worlds transforming barren landscapes into lush, green carpets of thriving plant life. Before the atmospheric regulator was installed on this moon the entire surface was brown, illuminated by a sickly orange light that barely penetrated the planets thick gaseous atmosphere. Gregor signals us to follow him toward the reactor. Along the perimeter of the massive structure are various tents housing the rogue army. We inch our way down the mountain face poking its head out of the ground south of the reactor. Hiding behind large rocks, we avoid detection and can see the rogues are loading crates of some kind on to a large craft inside a long corrugated metal hangar. The plan was simple. Blow up the atmospheric regulator and transform this moon into the unhospitable place it once was. The refugees from the failing planet have already been relocated so there is no potential for collateral damage. The only life forms down here are the bastards planning to attack me. The assault team stops a hundred yards from the camp. Gregor takes a small drone from his backpack and places it on the ground. He holds out his hand and one of his fellow Atlantians places a clear cylinder in his hand. The cylinder is filled with an indigo blue liquid that seems to glow. Gregor inserts the tube into a slot on the bottom of the drone and uses a remote control pad to fly it into the night sky. The drone is silent and deadly. Gregor presses a button on the control plan and drops the blue bomb.
The explosion shakes the ground beneath them. The atmospheric regulator erupts in a fireball. The rogue fighters are thrown to the ground as the percussion wave from the explosion hits them. We run toward the hangar containing the craft as we place air regulators over our faces. The atmosphere dissolves into a cloud of noxious brown gas that sucks all of the oxygen out of the atmosphere. The rogue fighters claw at their throats as they lie on the ground dying. These fighters no longer pose a threat, but the mining federation still does and I intended to stop them. Our group reaches the hangar and boards the craft. The Atlantians quickly figure out how to fly the ship. We had not planned to take their ship but we could not pass up the opportunity to safeguard whatever weapons they intended to use so they did not fall into the hands of another radical group. Once we docked with Jovian’s ship, it became abundantly clear that I needed the Atlantians, no matter how much I did not want to admit that fact. I gather everyone together in the large mess and address the group.
“I want to thank everyone here today. Jovian for agreeing to help me. Katarina for agreeing to pick up the flame and one day become queen. In addition, to Gregor, who unwittingly became ensnared in our trap to secure breeders who ultimately earned my trust by helping to defeat the rogue faction sent to eliminate us. It is for this reason I have decided to allow the Atlantians to join us on Amazonia, if they so choose, where they will be spared any modifications that would change them in any way. I don’t say this of men easily nor often, but the Atlantians appear to be perfect, in comparison of course to other men.”
Katarina runs over to me and throws her arms around my neck. I feel somewhat maternal and then the feeling passes. Jovian walks over and asks, “Are you ready to return home your majesty?”
I look over at Katarina and Gregor holding one another tightly and say, “Yes, I have a wedding to plan.”
Our welcome home is glorious. Everyone in the kingdom showers us with flower petals as we walk toward the city center. There I see the stone edifice built by our ancestors where leaders could be heard by the masses. I walk up the stairs to a terrace overlooking the crowd below and hold out my arms. “Ladies it is with great pleasure that I stand before you today and announce our species will not perish. We have found suitable mates who come to Amazonia willingly to assist in our efforts to propagate our species.” I glance over at Katarina and Gregor, who have joined me on the terrace.
I continue and feel the bitter rise of bile in my throat, “I also discovered something that brings me both great sadness and great happiness, all at the same time. Before we found the Atlantian craft we stumbled upon a craft from Tera.”
The audience takes a collective gasp.
“Yes, I know, Terans. That is what makes what I am about to share with you that much harder to understand. After running tests on this beautiful young woman, who we found on the Teran ship, we discovered she was Amazonian.”
Another collective gasp fills the space.
“My husband, your king, had an affair with a Teran. I am pleased to announce, not just any Teran, thank all that is holy. A siren named Athena seduced him. She still resides on Tera to this day and is the most beautiful creature Gregor has ever seen.” I extend my arm in his direction. “My husband’s indiscretions led to the conception of a child.” I point at Katarina, “And her name is Katarina.”
Katarina holds her fiancés hand. I guess there was something to be said for love at first site.
“Standing next to Katarina is Gregor, a man to whom we all owe a debt of gratitude. He is very special indeed. Gregor is an Atlantian.”
A third gasp escapes the crowd.
“The Atlantians have agreed to partner with us in our efforts to propagate our species. The Atlantians are gods and combining our lines will result in amazing offspring, destined for greatness. Gregor has agreed to serve as a liaison between Atlantis and Amazonia to help recruit men from Atlantis to join us in our breeding efforts. He will be a great emissary and a kind king. I am pleased, so very pleased; to announce the engagement of my dear Katarina to an amazing man she can be proud of all their days together. In three days’ time we will celebrate their union and it is with honor I welcome him to my family.” A thunderous wave of applause, as well as various oohs and ahs, sweeps through the crowd. Both Gregor and Katarina hug me. I soften and look forward to their wedding day. There was much to do.
The event of the century has finally arrived. There has been so much to do to plan for the kingdoms first royal wedding in years. I reminisce about my wedding day. Remembering how happy I was and so in love with the king. He chose me and the wedding was magical. Dignitaries from all corners of the universe attended the wedding, bestowing us with the grandest gifts. I had the dress made for me and it remains a masterpiece. I pull it out of the cedar box that sits at the end of my bed. The b
odice of the dress is crème and the stones hanging from it are rubies. The bottom of the long, full gown is a crème and red baroque with gold thread work adding another level of detail and interest to the design. The bodice of the dress laces up the back and the cording matches the red and crème baroque. I hold the dress in front of me as I stare into the full-length mirror. It looks like it would still fit. My days as a bride however, are over. I will play but I will not stay. Katarina knocks and enters the room. She sees the dress, inhales deeply and begins waving her hands in front of her frantically as though she was having some sort of fit.
“Oh my God. That dress is to die for; may I be so bold to ask for the honor of wearing your wedding dress?”
“Of course you can wear it. That is why I got it out.”
Katarina stands in front of me and I hold the dress out in front of her and say, “You are going to be the most beautiful bride.”
Walking down the isle of the great crystal cathedral, Katarina glowed. As I held her arm escorting her down the aisle, I was amazed at the beauty surrounding me. I was happy. Since the death of my husband and the burdens of transforming our species, I had forgotten what it felt like to be happy. I am enjoying the memory. The large cave holds thousands of guests from the furthest reaches of the universe. Representatives from the alliance attend. I am to meet with the council leaders shortly after the wedding to discuss Amazonia’s admittance into the alliance. As an alliance member, any attempts the mining federation makes against us will be met with severe consequences. At the end of the aisle stands Gregor. I must admit he is one of the most beautiful specimens I have ever seen. Katarina’s eyes meet his and her cheeks turn red with excitement. He returns her gaze and a slight bulge fills his pants. The ceremony is brief and when the bride and groom kiss to celebrate their union the room fills with an electric charge. Looking at the jubilant couple, I think about retirement, grandchildren and serving Amazonia in a diplomatic capacity. I am tired fighting. I am tired of hating. I am tired of carrying the heavy burden of ensuring the survival of our species. It is time to hand over the reins to the newlyweds and enjoy the rest of what life has to offer.
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