Alien Romance: Grabbed By The Alien Lord: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 2)

by Aana Celestya

  “I call you Alahi to remind myself of how much I value your spiritedness,” Galtan answered simply. “I would not wish to forget that value.”

  “Oh, alright…I suppose. What was that place, Galtan? The one outside the big gates of your military compound.” Amelia took a breath and barraged Galtan with more questions, all related, in the next breath. “Why were the women there all pregnant? Why are the only females I have seen, humans?”

  *

  The distress was quite apparent on Amiilya’s face; Galtan considered the best way to go about answering her. He knew that if he refused to answer or lied she wouldn’t trust him. For some reason Galtan needed Amiilya to trust him. Finally, Galtan realized that there was no escaping the harsh truth of his race, a truth that he had had difficulty with his entire life.

  “I do not know why, but there hasn’t been a female of my race born in hundreds of years. That is why a slave market evolved on Amirak-Ren. But, it was determined that Amirak-Renians are not compatible with other species and the practice of impregnating a female with an Amirak-Renian embryo started.

  An embryo is engineered between the parental genetics and donated genetics stored at the breeding centers. The building that we passed, the facility just outside the gates of Pavathi is a breeding center.”

  “So, those of your kind have doomed themselves to a disproportionate population.”

  “Yes. I do not agree with the assessment of genetic compatibility – I honestly believe that there are many, like Furgen, who abhor the mix of genetics, and they have instituted the practice to keep the bloodlines clean. Unfortunately, they are the majority. Despite my power on Amirak-Ren, I do not have the power to contest the practice, no matter how abhorrent I find the practice.”

  Chapter 5…Dream in Pleasure

  Galtan’s resistance to the societal demand for slaves apparently led the man to being rather skilled in food preparation. Whatever Galtan whipped together, a thickly sauced meat over grain like meal that was reminiscent of rice in taste and texture; was thoroughly delicious. Amelia didn’t ask what ingredients were in the dish – she knew better – instead, she enjoyed the alien cuisine.

  By the time the meal was finished and the dishes and cookware cleaned and put away – Amelia had insisted on helping, her parents had always perpetrated the idea that those of a household who enjoyed a meal could help clean up after it – Amirak-Ren’s twin suns had set, casting the city into darkness. Galtan and Amelia ascended to the upper levels of the towering crystal spear. The structure reminded Amelia of an ancient castle tower; from what she had discerned earlier that day, there wasn’t more than a single functional chamber on any level but the first.

  “The days are long here,” Amelia commented softly as she followed Galtan up a fifth flight of stairs while carrying the haltha kitten. She needed to ask Galtan how to determine the beast’s sex so she could give it a name.

  “Yes, I suspected that you would be getting tired as there half-again the light on Amirak-Ren to which you are accustomed in a single day.”

  “No wonder I am dragging. I was wondering, is there an easy way to determine whether this little ball of fluff is male or female? Or does one have to wait until it is older,” Amelia asked as they mounted the final landing.

  Galtan took the haltha from Amelia, an action that appeared to anger the six-legged, yowling kitten. He flipped the annoyed animal over glanced at lightly fuzzed belly before handing the haltha back to her.

  “It’s male. Why did you want to know?”

  “So that I can give him a suitable name.”

  “What is a suitable name for a male haltha?” Galtan inquired, a soft chuckle lilting the cadence of his rich voice.

  “I don’t know, maybe Herman.” Amelia confessed.

  “Herman? An adult haltha is a large, vicious, animal that few can ever manage to tame enough to consider it a companion and you want to call this one, a male, ‘Herman’? Are you serious?” Galtan stared at Amelia aghast.

  “What did you expect?” She quipped back. “Did you expect me to name Herman after you?” Apparently that comment was just funny enough that Galtan erupted with laughter. Once more Galtan lifted the kitten – Herman, Amelia officially decided – from her hands and set him on a pillow in a chair in what, now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, Amelia could see was the bedroom she had awoken in earlier.

  With Herman happily situated on the pillow, Galtan reached for the cord belt that was wrapped about the tunic she wore. After tugging the knot loose, Galtan grasped the initial cross of the makeshift belt, and pulled the golden cord from around Amelia’s body.

  The midnight blue tunic hung, like a shredded sack, from her shoulders – exposing more of her flesh than the garment covered. Galtan stripped the multilayered uniform from his own torso. It seemed he was going to strip them both in stages. Curious, not particularly inclined to take an initiative as she had never performed this dance with anyone before, Amelia stood quiet before him.

  *

  I wonder if she will be more assertive with time and experience. Galtan wouldn’t describe Amiilya’s calmness as passive; rather, she was curious, contemplative. She was taking the opportunity to learn. Galtan just hoped that he knew what he was doing.

  This certainly his first time performing the sex act, but this was the first time he was particularly concerned whether his partner enjoyed it as much as he did. He was fundamentally averse to pursuing his pleasures with the ever-abused slaves of Amirak-Ren, so Galtan had chosen to indulge off planet.

  The Velishi were a race that pleasured in life. The professional companions were well versed in how to see to both their and their client’s pleasures. Amiilya was no Velishi sexual consort – it was up to Galtan to assure her pleasure.

  He toed out of his boots as he ushered Amiilya toward the bed; he reached out and took hold of the fabric of the tunic she wore in both hands – one on each side of the deep V-neck – and yanked. Galtan was completely unconcerned with destroying the garment, he wanted Amiilya nude before him.

  Still wearing his leggings, Galtan scooped Amiilya up and tossed her onto the bed, he paused a moment to pull the half boots from her feet before stretching his large body over hers amid the dark, silky bedclothes.

  Galtan didn’t climb-up to be chest-to-chest with her; instead, his head was over her stomach, his mouth wandering lazily over her skin, he hands above his head, fondling her breasts as he had earlier with his palms and tugging fingers.

  *

  Galtan glanced up at her, the crests of his high cheeks slightly flushed, betraying this own need and carnal desire. A hint of a smile tilted the corners of his mouth as he lowered his mouth back to the sensitive, quivering flesh of her stomach, while one hand stroked a path up her thigh.

  “Lie still, Alahi let me show you.” Galtan moved lower, his face hovered just above the slicked lips beneath her mound. Amelia couldn’t control the instinctive shifting of her hips, her attempts to draw away from such close proximity to his face. He chuckled, wrapped his mouth over the tender skin of her hip and let her feel the careful bite of his teeth.

  “You shouldn’t try to deny me something like this, Alahi. It makes me want it all the more. Now, hold still so I can show you why you want it too.” A sobbing gasp escaped Amelia’s throat as his mouth searched between her thighs; his warm, firm tongue ruthlessly sought the little peak of absolute pleasure.

  Once found, he swirled his tongue over and around the bundle of nerves. As he pleasured Amelia with his mouth, long, thick fingers probed the dewy entrance of her body; surprised, she jerked against him, momentarily dislodging his caresses.

  The hand still above his head slid from her breast to brace against her sternum – to hold her in place. Resuming the lapping of his tongue, Galtan slid the first finger inside her again, deeper this time, only to withdraw it and surge two thick digits into her trembling sheath, carefully stretching her body.

  Amelia watched as Galtan firmly pressed his m
outh against her feminine flesh. Her head fell back to toss, side-to-side on the slick sheets, as she felt the man’s tongue dance over and around the throbbing center of her need.

  When he suckled the aching nubbin of desire, in slow easy pulses, then increasing the tempo of his draws on her flesh, Amelia arched tightly against him, crying out in the dark room. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

  In a distant corner of her mind, amid the startling intense pleasure of the orgasm, Amelia felt Galtan rising over her, covering her body completely with his own as he stripped the leggings from his body and aligned the thick rod of his shaft with the opening of her body that he held wide with his fingers.

  *

  He was hot, engorged, but the heat of his skin was nothing compared to the blistering, burning of the sweet human’s soft body. Once in place, Galtan worked the head of his shaft into the tight confines of Amiilya’s wetted sheath. She tensed against him, informing him of the discomfort of his entrance. Galtan leaned in close to soothe her.

  “Ssss, Alahi, it is alright. I will fit; we can go as slow as you need.” She writhed beneath him with the unconscious aim to escape his invasion, but Galtan held her close and allowed the shifting of her body to draw him deeper.

  He filled her, stretched her, and held her open. Amelia’s arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her nails dug into his back, grasping the bunched muscle. Galtan worked to soothe her, held completely still as his mouth drifted over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

  He licked her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, encouraging a reciprocation of the caress. Finally, she moved to return the kiss.

  She appeared to welcome the warmth of the kiss, accommodating the firm invasion of his tongue into her mouth, tasting herself on his lips. She sucked on his tongue, and his member jerked inside her below. Amiilya moaned thickly, her need rising again.

  Galtan lifted his mouth from hers, braced his forehead against her much smaller one, watching her has his body began to work inside hers with deep, powerful thrusts.

  *

  She could feel him at the base of her throat. As the throbbing, surge of his body within her own continued, Amelia was helplessly shaken with new, hard tremors of rapturous delight. She opened her legs wider, one wrapped high around his waist, trying despite the burn of his invasion to urge him deeper, harder.

  As she lost grasp of the moment in the unending waves of delight, Amelia heard Galtan’s harsh growl as he buried his face against her neck and his body jerked in a series pulsing spasms. Pleasured, they both collapsed among the knotted silks and drifted into a restful sleep; Galtan’s softening cock still taking up residence inside of her.

  Chapter 6…Blood Claim

  After seeing stars together, Amelia found that she and Galtan fell into a routine. There were a lot of places that he flat refused to take her. If he had to go to the spaceport for inspections or out to the mining communities that surrounded the crystalline city, he would leave her with Falgat at this shop, provided the toady helper wasn’t around, or Galtan would insist she stay within the safety of the green spire she had been calling home for the past few weeks.

  The first time that she was left on her own, Amelia had rummaged through every room until she had found sheets of a paper-like parchment, and had spent the remaining hours folding and testing patterns for ‘paper-planes.’ Her father had taught Amelia how to fold a basic one. By the time Galtan had returned, she and Herman had crafted – and destroyed, though Herman had done most of the destroying – dozens of little mock vessels.

  Herman had tripled in size during the weeks since she had found him in the courtyard. Amelia was beginning to see what Galtan had meant about the little fluff-ball transforming into a formidable predator.

  In addition to exponentially increasing in size, Herman was developing a serious set of fangs and heavily muscled frame. Galtan was still aghast at Amelia’s name selection, Herman; but, Amelia was enjoying the incongruity of the name to visage.

  Considering she had spent the last two days with Herman while Galtan saw to the demands of his position, Amelia had assumed that he would surely spend another day tending business outside Pavathi – which was one of the few locations he was legitimately willing to take her, trusting that his position would protect her.

  However, when he had come back up from the washroom and found her still abed – Herman had joined her – Galtan insisted she accompany him to Pavathi.

  After she had freshened up in the bath on the lower level, and dressed in a stunning creation made by Falgat they had been on their way. Falgat had taken a surprisingly in-depth interest in Amelia’s wardrobe; the garment she wore today was a long silver caftan that had been tailored to emphasize her figure instead of disguise it.

  The cowled neckline hung in heavy drapes across her breasts, and the fabric snugly hugged the generous curve of her hips and ass.

  “I would have bet sexual favours that you were going to spend another day out and about.” Amelia teased as they approached the gate from the courtyard to the street.

  “You are determined to drive me crazy, aren’t you?” Amelia managed a chuckle before Galtan swept her beneath the obscuring protection of his cloak. The trek to Pavathi was familiar now; she knew Galtan would safely guide her steps, so she tucked her face against his side, refusing to witness the cruelty of his race against her own. Amelia would only open her eyes once her feet touched the first step into the courtyard, beyond the great gates into the military compound.

  Amelia had become familiar enough with the startlingly handsome alien beside her that she knew he would only bring her from the safety of his home if he was expecting a normal day, a day of situations that he could control; unfortunately, it seemed that something was going on. Everything was in upheaval – the ranks didn’t close at his arrival, formations were not held. Amelia tugged on the back of his uniform tunic from beneath the cloak and whispered his name.

  “Galtan?” In response Galtan squeezed her shoulder and held her tighter to him, almost lifting her from the ground as he navigated the path through the hectic crowd of warriors.

  *

  What in all the stars is going on? I haven’t received notice of an event…

  Galtan pushed his way through the riot of men that filled the courtyard, holding Amiilya tightly against him. He stepped into the relative calm of the main building of Pavathi, though the disorder had permeated the normally whisper-quiet lobby. Here, many commanders loitered. One of the lower level commanders noticed Galtan and snapped straight.

  “My Lord Commander…”

  That utterance unleashed pandemonium. Galtan was surrounded by the highest members of militarily command, all shouting to be heard.

  “Enough!” Galtan was finally forced to bellow. When everyone fell into silence, Galtan looked at the nearest High Commander, Borlym.

  “The Fylkat transporter has deployed troops to the Ganta Moon. Our outpost has been overrun; the warriors stationed there are dead. We received a communication with visual recording of their decapitated bodies.” Galtan raised a hand to stop the man.

  “Everyone of mid-command and higher convene in the great chamber,” Galtan commanded with a wave of his hand toward the large doors that lead to the great chamber. “Those of low command, assemble all of the warriors of your formations that are immediately available and recall all those that have left the immediate area to the spaceport.”

  Galtan shifted Amiilya from beneath the protection of his cloak. He ushered her toward a seating area in a well-lit alcove.

  “Wait over there for me.” He told her simply; trusting that she would do so, he led the upper-command into the great chamber.

  *

  Amelia took a seat on the low lying chaise in the corner of the alcove. She sat and waited. Hours ticked by, the twin suns steadily shifted position in the sky. Despite her boredom, Amelia didn’t dare to nap, though no one had bothered her, she didn’t feel safe away from Galtan’s side.
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br />   As she stared out one of the window’s watching the bustling of the soldiers in the courtyard as messages were exchanged and supplies gathered, the hair on the back of her neck prickled causing Amelia to turn just her head.

  The sight she was met with clearly reinforced the impression that she would only be safe on this planet when she was tucked into Galtan’s protective sphere.

  Amelia had seen some of the dozen or so men who had gathered, blocking her into the corner, milling about the lobby. Since they were inside the building, she could assume that they were members of the lower command.

  “So, this is the breeding whore that threw the spaceport into chaos that day,” One of the men commented.

  “Yeah, it broke the noses of a couple of collectors,” another answered. Amelia bit the insides of her cheeks to keep her offense at being called ‘it’ to herself. As she glanced around the group of alien men surrounding her, Amelia had a very bad feeling. They were fidgeting; glancing at each other, every one of the men kept throwing glances at the large doors separating her from Galtan.

  Amelia realized their intentions in the same horror filled moment that the first wave of four men pounced at her. It took no effort for them to paw at and rip the caftan she wore, shredding it from hem to over her hip.

  No! No, this is not going to happen. Amelia kicked at the man trying to force her thighs to part. With that first kick the group of assailants realized that she had not been broken. That she would not acquiesce to their assault.

  Fingers dug into her flesh and more of the men came in closer to try to control her thrashing. When one of the low commanders tried to cover her mouth with his hand, Amelia bit him; as he stumbled away from her another man pushed forward and hit her, hard. With her face being battered as the rest of her body was being bruised, she fell on her last resort. An action none of the men surrounding her expected, she screamed.