Alien Prince’s Son

by Anna Lewis

  “What does blinking mean?” she asked as the ship plummeted faster to the ground.

  “How should I know?” snapped the prince while pressing other buttons.

  “Don’t you know how to fly these things?!” she cried.

  “Some of these controls are different, you know,” said the prince.

  “Now isn’t really the time for your pride to make an appearance, Ero’an. We need to do something fast. Isn’t there manual on this ship?” Amelia asked while bracing herself against a seat.

  “There must be a booklet somewhere,” said Ero’an, eyes darting around.

  “Not a manual! Manual as in we can manually drive the ship, you twit!” yelled Amelia.

  As the ship fell rapidly from the atmosphere, and the two lovers yelled, Amelia pressed a few more buttons and took hold of the lever that apparently controlled the ship. She pulled it back and they belly of the ship hit the ground, slamming them down as it skidded to a halt in the fields. Flower bulbs were scattered everywhere as the couple collected themselves from the metal ground of the cockpit, brushing each other off and coughing from the fumes emitted during their crash. Stumbling, they made their way from the rubble to encounter a slew of soldiers surrounding them with ray guns.

  ***

  “Stand down!” yelled the prince as the soldiers began to apologize. “Would you kill your prince?”

  Amelia shook her head and began to laugh, the shock wearing off and leading her into the more comical side of her rescue. While Ero’an had done well to appear, she was the one who had led them to safety and, in a sense, had been the rescuer. Never had she imagined herself a heroine in any of the worlds she saw herself on, but here, she was one. Ero’an wrapped an arm around her as the soldiers applauded their appearance, helping them each from the rubble around them.

  “Behold, my savior,” said Ero’an while presenting her to the king and queen who came out to greet them. “My beautiful bride and savior.”

  “Bride?!” yelled Amelia with wide eyes.

  “Will you do me that honor, darling earth woman who has captured my heart?” asked the kneeling prince.

  Gasps rippled through the crowd of soldiers as they awaited Amelia’s response, her eyes only growing wider at the embarrassment she was suffering. She nodded immediately and accepted his kiss while smiling, tears falling freely from her eyes that were doomed to remain wide open in perpetual shock. How had they come to this? And what would it mean? She hadn’t bothered to check in with her home planet, but that smile only pulled her in harder. While studying the features of his face, she became light-headed and fell backwards against the soft and bulbous flowers. Ero’an shook his head and turned to Herman who was scraping stray petals from his skin.

  “It appears I must get us a cushion to carry for her,” commented Ero’an while shaking his head. “I don’t understand why she keeps doing that.”

  “Perhaps it’s the atmosphere, sir,” said Herman while poking his leg. “Here, she loves these particular flowers.”

  Ero’an collected the little bouquet from Herman and then lifted his new bride to carry her into the castle, hoping perhaps rest will do her well. On the way, his parents followed and spoke with the young prince about his future.

  “We absolutely approve of your decision, dear,” said his mother while admiring the sleeping Amelia. “She will do so well to protect our planet.”

  “Indeed. She is quite a spirited earthling. Strong and passionate like us Degaurians,” said the king.

  “Thank you. I can’t tell you how much this means. She’s been so wonderful,” said Ero’an when they reached his room.

  “We’ll make the arrangements for your wedding,” said his mother.

  “Thank you, Mother,” Ero’an responded with genuine gratefulness, his heart fluttering and giving way to astonishing emotions that he had never before encountered.

  After his parents left them, Ero’an laid Amelia out on the bed and admired her peaceful features. Her chest rose and fell in a regular breathing pattern that inspired him to sigh, stroking her neck as she slept. The war outside had ended and now he could sleep at night knowing that his people were safe. If ever they should need to war again, he knew he had a strong princess at his side who was more than capable of defeating evil species from all over the galaxy. Her strength inspired him to do more, to be better. It was enough to make his heart swell and expand, allowing room for the endless possibilities of love.

  Ero’an stretched out next to her after removing his armor. He continued to admire her face, the image of her lips enough to arouse him. She opened her eyes as he thought this and he blushed with embarrassment, prompting her to question his suddenly flushed face.

  “You turn me on,” he said while nuzzling her neck with his nose. “That’s all.”

  The compliment caused Amelia to smile and she kissed him, running her hands over his bare back and shivering with excitement at the feeling of him nude. She eyed his body and then plunged down the bed to his erect member which twitched in response to her mouth enveloping it. Sliding her tongue over his shaft, she gripped the head with her lips and sucked dutifully, lingering briefly underneath the head and dipping back down to take the entirety of him in her mouth.

  “Oh, darling, please,” he whispered with his hand pressed to the back of her head. “Let me ravish you.”

  “Yes, dear,” replied Amelia as she came up to greet his lips.

  While dueling tongues, she lowered her body gently over his wand and bounced, her hips shaking against his thighs as she rode him like the beast in the fields. Their bodies met heavily with each bounce, the surface of their skin tingling with every touch and kiss. Mouths hung open in ecstasy as she rolled over his body in long strides to cloak every bit of his wand that was begging to burst. Sitting up, she grasped his shoulders and hypnotized him with her gray eyes, the stars inside them twinkling with pleasure and deviance. Focused totally on her, he gripped her hips to help her grind which inspired their moans to grow louder. He kissed the slender column of her throat, tracing her back with his fingernails and pumping hard into her silky insides.

  The sight that joined their heated flesh because increasingly sensitive, her bud blossoming over his tool and tingling with every bounce. Legs entangled, he kneaded into her bosom with his hand and gripped her back with the other to steady her grinding. Their frenzied race to fulfillment was near completion as their moans climaxed, their bodies stiffening beneath the weight of pleasure. Molten waves of bliss suddenly flooded their bodies and they each took turns crying out while gripping each other, their achievement evident. With happy gasps, they fell over on the bed without separating, too wrapped up in the blissful moment to part. Sunlight filtered through the glass and illuminated their sweating forms, which were now fused as one.

  ***

  Some weeks after the wondrous victory of the Degaurians, Amelia was out in the field teaching the young people of the planet how to fight with a sword. Her class was mixed with men and women who ranged in age, all of them admiring her as the new princess who had come to save them from the dreadful Ka’lorians. Her hair had faded from purple to blonde, but her beloved prince promised to make a run to Earth soon in order to retrieve the proper supplies to uphold her beautiful image.

  “No matter what,” said Ero’an. “I still think you’re beautiful.”

  The compliment made her flush with endorphins, as she imagined the fun they would have later on when they got back to their bedroom. As she helped a woman gain balance with the sword, she felt something stirring in her gut that made her ill. Nausea swept over her body in cold waves, making her sweat suddenly from the dizziness it was causing. Noticing her discomfort, the woman took her hand and asked if she was alright, to which Amelia responded that she wasn’t sure.

  “Perhaps you are tired from the exchange. We will fetch you some water,” said the woman while helping her sit.

  As the other students ran off to get Amelia some water, she cried out in pain
and leaned her head into the bosom of the woman. She gripped her hand, yelling that someone should fetch the prince and take her to the doctor inside the castle. The woman gasped and placed her hand on Amelia’s stomach, which seemed to be vibrating beneath the skin.

  “Send for the prince!” she cried while helping Amelia stand.

  “No, I must sit,” begged Amelia while pulling the woman down.

  “Your majesty, you are in labor,” said the woman. “We have to get you inside before--”

  “Labor?!” cried Amelia while yanking the woman’s arm. “How is that possible?!”

  “Well, you and prince went to bed, I presume, and you--”

  “Not that! How did it happen so soon?” asked the confused princess.

  “Our gestational period is very brief, only a matter of weeks for a typical Degaurian pregnancy. The babies are small, but grow quickly because of--”

  “Never mind that. Get me inside. I feel a breech or something...”

  What was the proper terminology? Amelia had no clue. She only knew that the pain was infinitely stronger than menstruation and it made her knees buckle. Feeling queasy, she doubled over and vomited all over the ground, blue goo oozing over the soil. The flustered prince came running from the gates and helped his princess over the bridge to the infirmary where a doctor waited for them with a smile on his face.

  “Ah, we are to welcome a lovely little prince into the world, eh?” asked the doctor while helping Amelia up on the chair.

  “Don’t talk. Just...get it out,” said Amelia as she propped her legs up in the stirrups. “Oh, no, I’m not even prepared for this. Ero’an!”

  “Yes, my love?” he asked, rubbing her arm.

  “How do I do this?” Amelia asked while tearing up.

  “You’re doing wonderfully. Just keep breathing and we’ll get you through the whole thing,” said Ero’an as the doctor sat in his chair.

  Underneath her legs was a bucket filled with some kind of water, or a thin, clear goo, which was used to transition newborns into the world of the Degaurians. Looking down, Amelia gasped.

  “Is that where it’s going to fall?” she asked Ero’an.

  “Yes, dear. That’s how it’s done,” he replied.

  “But its head,” she said.

  “What head?” asked the doctor and Ero’an in unison.

  Looking between them both, Amelia groaned and cried out again as the labor pains took hold once more, signaling for her to begin pushing. She huffed as she began to push the form out of her body, the limbs feeling extra slippery and slimy which confused her as well as comforted her. Squishy isn’t terrible, she thought. And as long as it doesn’t have tentacles I’m fine. Another wave of pain crashed over her stomach and she screamed, pushing harder than she ever had in her life. The prince remained at her side throughout the ordeal, whispering all manner of encouragements even as they were met with snappy responses and apologies. Rubbing her head, he asked the nurse for warm towels and she obliged, laying them over Amelia’s stomach. It calmed her for a moment and Amelia thanked the nurse, still squeezing Ero’an’s head as more contractions came barreling over her body.

  “I see something here,” said the doctor.

  Another push sent the form flying from her body and landing in the bucket below with a gentle plop. Gasping with relief, Amelia turned to Ero’an to ask what she had just birthed and how in the world that liquid gel helped with the transition. The question left them both as they heard the beginning sounds of crying and then began to weep with joy. Raising up the supple creature, Amelia was met with another wave of relief as she was handed a baby girl with little gills in her neck and no tentacles.

  “No tentacles,” she sighed.

  “Pardon?” asked the doctor.

  “Nothing,” she said quickly while wiping the little girl’s face.

  “She’s beautiful,” Ero’an said as he leaned into his wife. “You did an amazing job. What shall we call her?”

  Amelia thought for a moment and met his cheek with a kiss.

  “Imagica,” she whispered. “I think we should name her Imagica.”

  Swollen with joy, the prince burst into a fit of tears as he laid kisses upon his girls, the stress fading away as he realized his fate had come to fruition. The beautiful family sat for a moment to rest before being moved to another room in order to sleep, nursing their new baby girl with love and affection. It would be the ending of Amelia’s earthly existence, but the beginning of her happy life with the amazing otherworldly prince who was no longer a blundering fool, but a happy one. This joy would carry him through his life and he would bestow it upon each child they had after Imagica, populating their planet with love and strength that would eventually permeate the universe.

  THE END

  = Bonus Book 2 of 8 =

  Never Ending Love

  Book 1: The Rebound

  Abbie sighed as she climbed off of the plane, just to head straight onto the train that would take her home. She absolutely loved her career as a dancer, which was great because she’d spent her whole life trying to achieve it, but it wasn’t as glamorous as she’d assumed it was going to be. She thought it would be exciting to travel the world, to see different places, and to dance for all kinds of weird and wonderful projects. But the reality of it was a lot of travelling, a lot of sitting around waiting, and a whole heap of very late nights. In fact, she spent most of her life absolutely exhausted!

  The world tour that she’d just been on with a semi-famous female singer had been amazing. The celebrity might have been a massive, trouble-causing diva, but the rest of the dancers were great – and that made her job easier and a lot more fun to do.

  However, the star had just been caught with cocaine around her nose by a newspaper photographer, and although it wasn’t public news just yet, it would be very soon, so they had been forced to cut the tour short while they sent her to rehab. Her clean cut (very false) image was about to be destroyed, and her PR team wanted to be on top of it before the story exploded.

  Abbie was sad to leave all of her new friends behind in such an abrupt fashion, but she was very excited to get back to see her boyfriend of three years – Greg – whom she had missed like crazy whilst being away. They texted and spoke on the phone a lot, but it wasn’t the same as seeing him in person.

  Greg had been acting a little strangely recently, and Abbie was convinced that she knew why. She thought that he was finally going to propose, and she absolutely couldn’t wait for it. She’d waited a long time for him to show any sign of taking their relationship to the next level, and she’d dropped enough hints, so it was definitely time.

  She stared at the reflection of her tired expression in the window of the train, critically examining her long dark hair and her green sleepy eyes. This wasn’t how she wanted to see Greg for the first time after so much time apart, but she was also aware that he wouldn’t be bothered. That was the best thing about their relationship. They were so comfortable around one another. He loved her no matter what.

  Abbie smiled secretly to herself, pleased that she’d kept this homecoming a secret. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when she burst in and completely surprised him.

  He was going to be blown away!

  ***

  Abbie crept through the front door, trying desperately to keep her giggles inside. The closer she got to seeing the love of her life, the more hysterical she became.

  It was already late, so she knew that he would be in bed, and she half-expected to find him sleeping too. Despite that, she snuck quietly into the bathroom and made herself look a little more presentable, just in case. She smoothed down her hair and quietly washed her face, looking happier with each passing second.

  The tiredness started to give way to something else, and she couldn’t wait another second longer.

  “Honey, I’m hooome,” she sang out as she swung the bedroom door open.

  But the sight that greeted her was the last thing in the world that
she was expecting.

  “What!?” she gasped, as her brain tried to process what she was looking at. Logically she understood perfectly, but it was taking a while for the emotional side of her to catch up on that. “What the fuck is going on?”

  Greg was naked, on his knees on the bed, and in front of him, on all fours, was a woman that Abbie didn’t recognize. She was young, slim, blonde and very attractive. She actually noticed that fact before she realized that her boyfriend was fucking her.

  This stranger was screwing the man she thought that she was going to marry.

  “So… you aren’t going to propose then?” she heard herself asking stupidly.

  “Oh my God, oh fuck,” Greg finally snapped into action and he pushed himself off of the stranger. “Oh shit, Abbie, what the hell are you doing home?” He ran his hands through his hair, looking like he wanted to tear some of it out. “I didn’t think… you aren’t supposed…”

  “No,” she gasped, trying to actually get some breath back into her body. “I’m not supposed to be here. I’m still supposed to be away working.”

  She watched in horror as the girl threw the bed sheets – Abbie’s bedsheets – over her naked body, growing redder by the second. She couldn’t work out if this girl knew about her or not… but she certainly looked more embarrassed than shocked.

  But she didn’t matter. Not really – it was him in the wrong.

  “Abbie…” said Greg. He put his hands on her shoulders and she flinched as if she’d been burned.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she snapped angrily. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me!”

  “Abbie, I’m sorry,” he continued pathetically. “I didn’t mean…”

  “You didn’t mean for me to find out,” she snapped, before spinning on her heels and walking back outside once more. She couldn’t be inside there anymore, trapped by that horrible atmosphere. It had been making her panicky and claustrophobic. It was much better out on the cold where she could actually sort out her brain.