Elonu (A Sci Fi Alien Abduction Romance) (Aliens Of Xeion)

by Maia Starr

  "Good, I am famished.”

  I looked down at my very expensive pink and maroon Dior dress and heels. “What a waste,” I said under my breath.

  “What was that, Melody?” James said.

  “Oh nothing,” I said.

  “I worked out for two hours today before dinner. I'm working on my quads. Have you been able to tell?” he said.

  "No, I have not really—”

  "I'll show you later back at your place. My personal trainer says that I am doing really well. Maybe you should start going to him too. You could use a little strengthening,” he said squeezing my arm.

  "You want me to go to your personal trainer?” I said, looking at him with annoyance.

  "Sure. It's not like you can't afford it. Just tell your dad to cover it. You could use some working out.”

  "I will consider it,” I said simply because I knew that opposing him would keep him talking about it. I did not have the energy to deal with that.

  "Speaking of your father, when will you be visiting him? I would like to go with you if I could. Or better yet, when is he coming here? I'd love to show him around my office. I think he would be very excited about some of my proposals,” he said to me.

  "I don't know,” I said rolling my eyes and turning my attention to the attractive waiter walking by the table. A part of me wanted to grab that waiter and take him home. I just wanted to have some passion without the man putting his agenda on me.

  "Or, you could email him some of my proposals…” James continued talking about my father, and I tuned him out. This was how it went. This was always how it went. Even before my father was president, he was the Governor of Connecticut. Even then when I was dating, the men in my life always had a political agenda. It did not matter if I was dating a veterinarian or a stockbroker, they always found a way to try to help their position in life through me, and through my father. I wondered if I would ever find someone that did not care who my father was, someone that would really fall in love with me, me as a person.

  "Ready to go back to your place?” James said as he pushed the bill toward me on the table. I gave him a look. I knew that he was rich. Why was he not going to pay for dinner, again?

  "I think it's your turn to pay,” he said as he looked at the bill and stood up from the table. I sighed and took out my wallet and placed a couple of bills to cover the cost and tip on the table. Then I followed him outside.

  Twenty minutes later, we were in my townhouse in Santa Monica that overlooked the ocean. The security detail was parked outside across the street, keeping an eye on my place, as they always did. Walking in with James, they knew that I was going to have sex, and that really bothered me. Would they be reporting that to my father as well? They reported everybody that I dated to him because everybody had to be checked out; they could be a spy from another country or an assassin. It was all ridiculous. So when I finally found someone that was cleared, I had a habit of sticking with him even though I did not like him simply because it was a major hassle to date someone else.

  "How do you want to do this?” James asked as he stood in my bedroom and unbuckled his pants.

  "What? What do you mean?” I asked him.

  "Do you want to be on top? Or do you want me to be on top? I got to say that I'm really tired after working out and eating so much food. It's probably better if you're on top,” he said as he pulled off his pants and continued to get undressed.

  "Whatever…” I said moving into the bathroom and freshening up. This was our routine. The sex was very boring, but it was sex. I deserved sex, and lots of it. I was a very sexual and sensual woman in my prime, and I wanted to enjoy it. Like I said, the hassle of getting another guy cleared was too much, so I had to work with what I had, and right now it would be the very boring in bed James.

  The next day I had Sunday lunch planned with the girlfriends. We sat around the table of a lovely outdoor restaurant inside a luxurious hotel complex in Beverly Hills. At least I felt like I wasn’t wasting my nice flower-print circle-skirt dress with my broad-rimmed hat with a leather band around it. I wore white pumps and topped it off with a small white purse. I wanted to dress up because I felt like I had wasted my outfit with James the night before.

  “Killer hat and dress, Melody,” Sally said.

  “Thank you, I am glad that you noticed. I felt like dressing up a bit today. You know, just to break the boredom,” I said.

  “How can you be bored? You are the daughter of the president, for god’s sake,” Gloria said.

  “Oh it is possible,” I said. “Do the same thing all the time, and before you know it, it is very boring.”

  "I'm so glad we were able to meet this Sunday. We've all been too busy to meet up the last two weeks,” Gloria said as she sat down at the table.

  "Oh good, we're all here. Mimosas?” Sally said, waving the waiter over.

  "Yes, please. I need a drink after the awful date I had last night,” I said.

  "What? Who are you dating that is so awful? I thought you were still with James?” Gloria said.

  "I am. It was an awful date with James,” I said, smiling to the waiter as he put mimosas down in front of us. I took a large drink and sighed.

  "How is that possible? James is so damn hot, and he's perfect,” Sally said.

  "Yes, he is perfect, on paper. That is all. He is not perfect anywhere else; trust me,” I said to them.

  "Oh, Melody, you are just too picky. Any woman would die to be dating James, and you are. You always find something wrong with every single man you date. James is perfect, and yet you say that he is boring. Maybe you're not trying hard enough to make the night fun,” Sally said.

  "What should I do? Acrobatics?” I said.

  Gloria laughed really hard. “You nearly made me spit out my mimosa,” she said wiping her mouth with the cloth napkin.

  "Well it's true,” I said. “Why should I have to try to make it fun? It should just be fun naturally don't you think? I have had passion in my life before, and fun. I know what it's like,” I said.

  "When?" Sally asked.

  "When I was a teenager. When no one knew or cared who I was, I was simply me. I had really hot sex with Seth Ingram in the back of his Mustang. Now that was passion. That was fun,” I said.

  "Oh… Seth Ingram, the bad boy at school,” Gloria said. She had grown up with me and was my closest friends. Sally was a friend from college, but she knew me after my father was governor. Gloria had known me before my father was anything.

  I sighed, “Yes, he was a bad boy. He was filthy,” I said.

  "Of course he was, his father was a mechanic, and he would help him,” Gloria laughed making a joke.

  "Oh, I see. The bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks. I can see how that can be very hot,” Sally said.

  "Yes, it was that. But it was something more. It was Seth. And he did what he wanted, when he wanted. He was very exciting to be around. Something always happened when you were with him, something unexpected and fun. Sometimes even dangerous,” I said reminiscing and finding myself getting turned on by the memories.

  "Oh yes, like that time that he made you sit in the passenger seat while he drag raced on that country road? That was stupid and dangerous. That should not turn you on,” Gloria said.

  "I can't help it if it did. I guess I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie,” I said.

  "You writers are always romanticizing life and wanting it to be this big, grand adventure. You have to get real sometime. And you know what is real? James. He is someone that can be a great family man and has the right Pedigree to be…”

  "Be the husband of the President's daughter, right? You sound just like my father now,” I said to her.

  "I think we already need another round,” Gloria said sensing the tension building between the opposing view that Sally and I always had.

  "I'm just saying,” Sally said shrugging her shoulders. “I won't speak of it again.”

  "Thank you,” I said picking up the menu. />
  "Do you know what you really mean? You need a really good hike on your own to clear your mind,” Gloria said. She was the yoga teacher, a mystical type. She always thought that nature could solve every problem in your life.

  "That isn't an easy thing to do when I have my father’s security following me everywhere. See,” I said pointing across the patio where two men in black stood like statues outside the restaurant.

  "I'm sure you can figure something out. I know a great place to hike in the Pacific Palisades. The security detail can stay in the lot, and you hike up to the top of the cliff. It is a great view of the ocean and very isolated, especially if you go there before everyone gets off of work. No one will bother you out there. You can go and meditate and figure out this whole romance thing and what you really want,” Gloria said.

  "Who is the one on the right?” Sally said, still looking at my security detail. We all laughed hard.

  "Or you can take Sally along to distract your security,” Gloria joked.

  "Tell me where it is. Maybe I'll go tomorrow. I have some time, and I have a new article that I need to write so maybe I at least could get an article out of it,” I said to Gloria.

  She clapped her hands cheerfully and began to type out a text on her phone, the information about the hike, and sent it to me.

  That's how I ended up standing on the cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean while a winged creature came toward me.

  "Who are you? What are you?” I said as he continued to move toward me. I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but with the crashing ocean, I wasn't sure if the security detail would hear me. Of all days to convince them to let me hike alone, of course it was today that I actually needed their help.

  "Stop! I'll scream,” I said to him.

  He smirked a sideways smirk and showed brilliant white teeth. ”Go ahead.”

  I sucked in a sharp breath of fresh air ocean air, “You speak English?” I said

  "Of course I speak your language. It has become a necessity for all of us,” he said as he continued to take steps toward me.

  "Don't come any closer!” I shouted.

  He stopped in his tracks and stared at me. He looked me up and down. He took liberty in staring at every inch of my body. He stared at my feet allowing his eyes to move up my legs toward my hips over my stomach, lingered on my breasts, and then finally moved up to my face. I suddenly felt very turned on by this move, and I did not know why. I felt ashamed Buy it. Why would I suddenly feel so damn turned on whenever I was in danger? It couldn't be the fact that I liked adventure and was a bit of a thrill seeker, because this was way beyond being with my high school sweetheart in the back of his Mustang. This was serious.

  "Do you still not want me to come toward you?” the winged man said.

  "No,” I whispered. I put my hand over my mouth, shocked at my response. “I mean that's not what I meant. I don't know why I said that. Stay away from me,” I said in a panic.

  To my surprise, he laughed loudly. “Which is it? Do you want me to come to you, or do you want me to stay away?” he said as his eyes burned through my skin. I felt like he was invading my mind. I suddenly had no control. “Come to me,” he whispered sensually.

  "Yes, I will come to you,” I said as I slowly and seductively walked toward him. When I was halfway to him, I stopped. “What the hell am I doing?” I said confused by the fact that I was willingly going to him.

  "You are harder to get through than most from my experience,” he said cocking his head to the side. “I like that about you, human female," he said.

  "What do you mean harder to get through? Who are you? What do you want?” I said still feeling a slight urge to go to him. I was fighting it with every fiber of my being.

  "I am called Cylo Hydros. I am a Draqua.”

  "Are you saying that you are alien? You are not from Earth?” I asked, feeling my heart racing.

  "I am not from Earth. Now, don't you want me, human female? Say that you want me.”

  "I want you,” I said stepping toward him. I moved right into his arms. I placed my hands on his strong test and moved them upward, slowly, feeling every single strong muscle underneath his skin. It was then that I realized the patterns on his arms were not tattoos; it was more like an imprint of scales, but they were not hard. It was just a design on his skin, but it glistened in the sunlight. His very large hands went to the small of my back and filled my body with warmth. I felt my nipples growing hard as I pressed them against his chest. I was growing wet between my legs; I was wild with desire. My hands moved up on top of his shoulders, and I moved my head back, arching up, expecting and waiting for a kiss. He smiled arrogantly. It was this arrogant smile that pulled me out of the daze that I was in. I pushed against his chest and move backward.

  "What the hell was that? I did not mean to do that. What are you doing to me?” I asked, angry and frightened at the same time.

  "You will learn to love it in time. It is a lot of fun. You will see; it will be fun for both of us,” he said.

  "What?! I don't know what you are talking about, and frankly, you are creeping me out! I am going now,” I said, turning my back to him and stomping back toward the trail.

  I felt wind rush by me. Boom! Cylo landed on the ground in front of me with one knee on the ground and his fist in the dirt. I saw that several inches of dirt had been moved and he left a slight hole in the ground. It was shocking to see such strength. He stood up to his full height and seemed more menacing now.

  I crossed my arms across my chest, trying to be confident and not just scared. “You are blocking my path. Move out of the way now,” I said.

  "You cannot go that way. It is on fire,” he said as his big brown eyes stared at me.

  "Fire? No, it is not. I am done with your games. Go back to wherever you came from. I am leaving,” I said as I took a step toward him, not knowing what I would do to try to get around him. He was obviously very strong and very heavy, and I would not be able to move him. But as I walked toward him, something extraordinary happened. My eyes moved to his strong chest and hard six pack abs. Suddenly, a small glow seemed to emanate from his skin in that area. At first, it was a soft yellow glow that turned orange and then a bright white. He turned around and fire emerged from his mouth and caught the tree line on fire.

  "No! What the hell!” I shouted. “Oh great, you can shoot fire too?"

  He turned back toward me, and his chest returned to normal. “I told you, you can't go that way. It is on fire,” he said with that arrogant smile.

  "You are such a shit!” I shouted at him.

  "And you are a very feisty human female. You are unlike any that I have ever met. I am going to have a lot of fun with you,” he said as he took a step toward me.

  "I don't know what the hell you are talking about. Now I have to find another way down,” I said feeling very confused that this was happening at all. I must be dreaming, I thought to myself. I looked at the winged man that shot fire from his mouth as he slowly stepped toward me. Then his stride quickened, and in seconds he was in a full run. His wings spread out beside him and the full ten foot wingspan was ominous. In seconds his arms were around my waist, and he lifted me into the air. I screamed.

  "Put me down! What do you think you're doing?" I shouted in disbelief. Was this dragon man really flying with me in his arms? I kicked and screamed and punched his chest.

  "Be careful now. You would not want to fall at the height. Your fragile human body would not survive the fall,” he laughed.

  I turned to look over my shoulder at the Pacific Ocean below us. It was a very, very long drop to the surface.

  "Where are you taking me? Put me down now!” I shouted at him.

  "You will see. You will like it. It will be an adventure, human female,” he said as he flew faster and faster, and soon the Pacific Ocean was nothing but a blue blur underneath us. We were going very very fast, so fast that the wind hitting my face almost hurt. It caused me to bury my face into the strong chest of
this dragon man that called himself Cylo. The warmth of his skin radiated around me. The manly scent that he gave off filled my senses with a sort of longing and lust that I had never felt before for any man. It was a very strange feeling, and I could not know at that moment what it meant. How could I know?

  CHAPTER TWO

  CYLO HYDROS

  "Oh yes, that feels so good. Please don't stop. I don't ever want you to stop,” Sarah, the human female, breathlessly whispered as I kissed every inch of her body. The ocean breeze washed over my naked body and cooled off the beads of sweat that had gathered on my skin from this indulgent workout that I was participating in.

  "That's unfair. You are neglecting me. I need your touch too,” Michelle, another human female, said as she kissed my back.