by Pixie Moon
KANDA’S ALIEN
Dagrinian Love 2
PIXIE MOON
Copyright Information
Kanda’s Alien: A Scifi Romance
Dagrinian Love 2
Copyright © 2015 by Pixie Moon
First Publication: August 2015
Cover design by Pixie Moon
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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
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DEDICATION
To my husband and children for all their crazy support. Love you guys!
A shout-out goes to Kara, Jesse and Alexander Bettin for their helpful input!
And to all the people who love a juicy alien story—I’m with ya!
Table of Contents:
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Blurb: Kanda’s Alien: A Scifi Romance (Dagrinian Love 2)
Year: 5005
~ Kanda Oistin ~ Augh! I’m here for his pleasure! This alien bloke is pissing me off. If his scent didn’t set off wildfires of pure desire within me I’d tell him to nick off.
The longer I’m around the muscular alien the more I want him. This is insane. I should be fighting him not drooling over his firm plum colored flesh. When he’s not making me mad the approving look in his diamond shaped ocean blue eyes is melting my heart and making me long to be his best mate forever.
~ Klimen Trillobe ~ The fiery little human I bought to be my sesien min is doing strange things to my heart. She is navigating her way under my skin at the speed of a falling star.
The more I get to know her the harder it is to keep her in her place…naked and underneath me. If she keeps this up I may have to let her stand naked at my side.
KANDA’S ALIEN: A Scifi Romance
Dagrinian Love 2
Pixie Moon
CHAPTER
1
~ Kanda Oistin ~
♥
Year 5005
“Yes!”
I dance over to the blackberry bush and snatch up a plump berry. I plop it into my mouth and glory in the sweet flavor. After eating a few more I start putting them in my cloth sack.
Rogan, my brother and best mate since he was born, is going to be so excited. He loves berries as much as I love him. We are a team. Right now I’m the most valuable player.
I have a gift for searching and finding things. Rogan has the gift as well, but at eighteen he hasn’t developed it to my level yet. Each day he gets closer though. I’m quite proud of him. I can’t stop smiling as I look at the berries. This coup is one I’ll lord over him for at least a few days.
I plop another berry into my mouth and munch happily. When I feel a tingle run through my body I frown and look at the berries. Is there something wrong with them? They look fine and taste fine. Rogan is going to lord this over me if I’ve eaten bad berries. Damn.
A strange sensation starts at my toes and snakes its way up my body. I don’t like it. I don’t think it’s poison though. Needing to get back to Rogan, I try to take a step. When my feet don’t move, I look down.
A strangled cry erupts from deep within me. My legs are transparent! I have to get the fuck out of here. As my whole body becomes transparent my heart tries to pound its way out of my chest. My bag of berries hits the ground with a light thud. It’s the last sound I hear before a floating sensation takes over my body.
In the blink of an eye, I find myself standing on a small circular platform. Before I can fully grasp what is going on, a scary being comes from the shadows. I scream like a little girl.
The thing makes high pitched sounds as it grabs my arms and pulls them behind me. I start quaking in fear. I struggle but the bastard is strong.
“W…what are you?” My stomach takes flight when another one comes toward me and wraps a chain around my neck.
I struggle again but the powerful beings are relentless. I’m led away by the length of chain that is attached to my noose. The one holding my hands never misses a beat. The two talk in their strange sounding language as they lead me out of the dark room and into a bright corridor.
This can’t be happening to me. My heart is flying around in my chest like a wild bird on drugs. If the aliens don’t kill me, I might die from heart failure.
I’ve heard stories of alien abduction. I’ve heard stories that it’s happening all over earth. I just can’t believe I’ve been taken. Especially since I thought the stories were told to scare young children.
I stare at the alien in front of me. The thing is yellow and more than twice my size. I look at the one holding my hands. His three red eyes squint as he reveals a row of sharp teeth. This can’t be real.
“This can’t be real,” I shout, hoping to make it all stop. I need to get back to my team.
A vicious jerk of my chain has pain firing through my neck and shoulders. My body trembles hard as I’m led into a room. A room with cages!
“No!” I try to back up. The alien holding my hands pushes me forward. The one holding my chain opens a cage door and pulls me forward and then shoves me into the cage.
I cry out when I hit the solid floor. The sound of the door slamming shut has me spinning around. I watch with wide eyes as my kidnappers leave the room.
“You struggled bravely. Your ancestors are proud.”
I jump at the sound of a female voice. I look into the cage next to mine and see a pretty dark haired female sitting calmly near the corner of her cage. How can she be so calm?
“What’s your name? How long have you been here?” I ask as I brush dirt from my sweaty palms. I glance into the next cage and gasp at the sight that greets me. There is a pretty maroon skinned being staring at me through light blue eyes. His full pink lips curl into a slight smile. I automatically give him a smile in return. I hope it doesn’t look as pained as it feels.
“I’m Niya Fox. I don’t know exactly how long I’ve been here but I think it’s only been a few hours. What’s your name?”
My gaze snaps back to Niya. “I’m Kanda Oistin.” My gaze travels to the maroon male and then goes back to Niya. “Do you know what he is?”
Niya’s gaze roams over the male and then returns to mine. “No, I tried to talk to him but he doesn’t speak English. So far he hasn’t tried to threaten me at all. I wish we could communicate. I would love to know where he is from.”
“Me, too. This is so strange. I never guessed I’d be taken. I really didn’t think the stories could be true. I never planned for such a horrible event.” Tears well in my eyes, I blink them away. Niya is not crying nor is the pretty maroon being. “What do you think they are going to do to us?” Part of me wants to know, part of me doesn’t.
“Only time will tell us that. Do not let fear of the unknown eat you up,” Niya says.
She’s right. I can’t think
about ending up in someone’s food bowl or about being probed and tortured before I’m returned to Earth as a rambling mess. Maybe some of the crazy seeming people aren’t crazy at all. Maybe they have been tortured by aliens and then returned. The trauma would make them somewhat unstable and since they couldn’t tell what happened to them and be believed the aliens wouldn’t have anything to worry about.
The thought of never seeing Rogan again causes white hot pain to flash through my heart. We were supposed to be best mates forever. We were even going to raise families together. One big happy family. A huge lump forms in my throat. If I don’t find a way back to Earth I’ll never meet the shelia of Rogan’s dreams. I’ll never get to teach my nieces and nephews to find food, shelter, and safety.
I have to get out of here. Moving over to the door, I desperately look for any weakness. The chain around my neck clinks and sways. I ignore it as I rattle and inspect every angle of the door and then start looking for weaknesses in the cage. There has to be a way out. I’m a team player, damn it. I cannot stay here.
An eternity later, I drop to the floor. The clinking of my chain sends a new wave of sadness through me. I hate the metal circling my neck and trailing to the ground. In a fit of rage I start feeling the links around my neck. If I can get it off I’m going to. Time passes as I meticulously feel for any weakness.
My shoulders sag when I finally give up. A tear races down my cheek followed by another. I wipe them away and glance at my companions. The male is watching me with pity in his light blue eyes. Niya is sitting cross legged with her eyes closed and is breathing in a smooth rhythm.
I take strength from both of them. Niya and the maroon being are good examples of how I should be acting—biding my time and staying calm and cool.
I wait for her to open her eyes. When she does, I ask, “What were you doing when they took you?”
I hope she doesn’t mind me asking, but I need to hear her voice. The eerie silence is starting to get to me. I am definitely not the most valuable player right now.
“I was on a cleansing journey,” she says.
I think Niya is a Native American from the USA. Australians go on journeys too, but I want to hear more about hers. “Will you tell me about your cleansing journeys?”
Niya shifts causing her chain to clink. “In my tribe, we go on what we call cleansing journeys at least twice a year. It usually takes two to three days of fasting from food. At this time we meditate to get our mind, body, and soul aligned. We do it to keep ourselves grounded.”
“I like the sound of that. We go on walkabouts to clear our minds and hearts. Since I take care of my brother my walkabouts are extremely short.” I frown at the thought of never seeing Rogan again. I have to get out of here.
“How old is your brother?” Niya asks.
Her calm tone has me taking a deep breath. I’m just biding my time until I can escape. “Rogan is eighteen.” My heart hurts when I say his name. I can’t be separated from him for life. I can’t.
Niya nods. “He is already a warrior. That is a good thing.”
Her words strike a cord in me. My lips purse as I think about Rogan. To a point, I guess he is a young man. Tears well in my eyes. I swallow hard to make them go away. Rogan can take care of himself until I get back.
I stare at my purple stained fingers and hope he finds my sack with the berries in it. I long to see his face again. Another lump forms in my throat. I can’t wait for this to be over. I have to get back to Rogan.
Silence once again reigns as we sink into our own thoughts. After what seems like hours, I hear the outer door open. My head snaps up. I watch my hated captor enter the room.
His three red eyes sweep across all of us. A head count. Really? How the hell can we get out of our cages?
I snort. “Did he think we would be gone?” Unbelievable.
Niya looks over at the maroon male and then back at me. “There is a possibility that some beings have escaped.”
Hmmm. “That’s true.” Niya is wise beyond her years. I like her.
The yellow alien opens a slot at the bottom of my cage and slides some kind of bread into my cage and onto the dirty floor. He does the same for Niya and the maroon being.
I watch the male go over to his food, dust it off, and then start eating it. “I wonder how long he’s been here.”
Niya shakes her head causing her chain to clink. “I don’t know. But it looks like he is very familiar with the food.”
Niya moves to her food and I do the same. We eat in silence. The bread stuff is filled with a gel substance that is kind of sweet. It’s not my favorite food but it seems to be edible.
Once we are finished and the sounds of eating are long gone, silence reigns again. Here, it is a dark and dreary silence.
Much later, Niya rubs her belly and frowns. “I don’t think their food agrees with me.”
“Or maybe it was the dirt from the floor. Did you wipe off most of it?” I sure wiped the dirt off of mine. Is a clean plate too much to ask for.
A chuckle comes from Niya. “I did wipe the dirt off, but I have had it on my food before. Maybe I’ll feel better in a bit.”
“Hopefully so.”
Feeling drained, I lay down and close my eyes. The chain around my neck clinks as I move and shift. I hear Niya’s as well as the male’s.
I glance over to see Niya resting with her eyes closed and her hand on her stomach. That has to suck. We can’t even try to get any medicinal plants or medicine of any kind. Being caged is extremely bad.
Movement catches my attention. The male is moving toward the secured bucket in the far corner of his cage. I look away when I realize that he is about to relieve himself. I don’t like the idea of going in a bucket, but it is better than nothing.
Closing my eyes, I make myself relax. I need to conserve energy so I can get away when I get the chance.
I startle awake to the sound of heaving. I look over to see Niya throwing up in her bucket. Aww, that is so terrible. My heart hurts for her. I wish I could do something to help her.
When I escape I’ll make sure I can bring her with me.
CHAPTER
2
~ Kanda ~
♥
Time is lost to me.
I don’t know if it’s day or night. My stomach says it is way passed feeding time. Niya is resting and the male is sitting up looking at nothing. If the lack of food doesn’t kill us, boredom may do us in.
Neither is appealing. I just want to go home.
The sound of the door opening has my gaze darting up. My stomach sinks when I see three of our yellow captors entering the room. Did we land while I was sleeping?
They each pick a cage and open the door. I take a step back, but my chain is quickly caught. My hands are roughly bound by my captor. I struggle and he jerks on my chain. Pain flares through my shoulders and neck. I’m vaguely aware of Niya struggling as well. Once she is totally bound, she raises her chin and stands like a warrior.
With my heart desperately trying to escape my ribs, I try to act as brave as Niya. I’m shaking but standing tall. I have to get a grip. This could be my chance to escape. Both of us could be free in no time. Maybe even the maroon male if he follows. Anticipation has me looking around for any opportunities.
We are led into the bright corridor and then straight out of the craft. I stumble on the ramp. Three red eyes glare down at me. My captor says something in his high pitched language and then tugs me along.
I guess the alien fucker was telling me to be careful. This is such a messed up situation. I have to stay focused and I can’t draw my captor’s attention again.
