by K. L. Wallen
Stacy placed her hand on his thigh. “Perhaps we should discover if we are compatible, first.” She ran her hand, slowly, up and down the length of his thigh. “Do you have your own room here?”
“Yes. Would you like to see it?”
“Very much so.” She stood and took Favian’s hand.
Favian was glad Stacy liked his quarters. When he turned one wall into a view-screen, she was speechless. He was afraid he pushed her too far.
“This is beautiful,” Stacy finally spoke. “I’ve always wanted to make love under the stars.” She took his hand and placed it on her breast.
“Stacy,” Favian sucked in air. “I’ve never made love the human way. I want to. Pzianian males are built slightly different than human males.”
“How so?” She ran her hand over his hard shaft. “It feels the same, only larger.” She held her hand against him. “Are you vibrating?”
“We have extra skin that covers the head of our cocks. It vibrates when we are aroused. Does this displease you?”
It dawned on Stacy that he had no idea how human women commonly use toys that vibrate to help them achieve an orgasm. She shook her head and boldly declared the word for emphasis. “No. May I see it?” She helped Favian strip his clothes. “Please, let me just look at you,” she muttered. She circled him, tracing over his skin with her fingertips. “You are amazing. Built like a gladiator.”
“That’s good?”
Stacy found his insecurity adorable. “Yes, Favian. That’s good.” She stood in front of him and slowly removed one article of clothing after another. She smiled when she saw his rod bopping in anticipation. “So how do your people make love?” she whispered at the same time as she ran her nails gently up the underside of his cock, stopping to lightly rub the frenulum on the underside of his penis where the glands meet the shaft. This has been documented to be an extreme erogenous area, in the majority of men. Judging by his reaction, Stacy would say this was the case for Favian.
Favian thought he was going to choke on his own tongue before he could reply. He finally managed to pant out an explanation and waited to see what she would do next.
“So you don’t make love. You procreate? Huh. Well, let me show you how the human’s do it.” Stacy led Favian to the bed and encouraged him to lay on his back.
“I want to taste you Favian, may I?” Before he could answer, she lay down next to him, leaned in, and ran her tongue along his neck. She then proceeded to kiss and lick her way to his chest. She sucked on one nipple while she played with the other.
Stacy laughed when Favian flipped her onto her back. “I was wondering how long I could torture you until you couldn’t take any more.”
“I understand what you’re doing. I read a how to manual Honored Guest Laurel MacKenna left for us. She said it’s mandatory for all human males to study this by age twenty-two or their transports will be taken from them. I studied the instructions thoroughly and wish to show you what I learned.” He began doing the same things to her only with more gusto. He lifted his head and expressed, “Stacy if you keep wiggling and moaning, I won’t be able to bring you to your peak before we join.”
“Sorry, go ahead,” she instructed and held as still as possible. Stacy briefly wondered whom this honored guest was he mentioned. I owe her a big thank you! she thought. Stacy also decided that she wasn’t going to let loose of Laurel’s little fib.
He worked his way farther down her body. “You have only a small strip of hair here.” He ran his finger through the little bit of trimmed curls before lowering his head for a taste. Favian used his thumb to apply pressure to, and make circular motions on her clit. He then pinched her nubbin at the same time as he pushed two fingers inside her channel.
Stacy’s back arched off the bed as she shouted his name.
He felt his fingers being coated with her juices as she held them in a vice grip. He continued to alternate between lapping over and suckling on her pearl, until she pleaded for him to enter her. Favian was glad he had read the instructional manuals, subtitled as romance novels, Laurel MacKenna donated. He wanted to try everything in those books with Stacy. After their first round of lovemaking, he carried her into the cleansing unit.
“Water is too precious a commodity in space. We use beams to clean our bodies, hair, and teeth,” he explained as he set her on her feet. Favian slowly turned her so the beams would capture every inch of her body. He then turned his own body and let the multi-colored pastel beams cleanse him.
Favian was not prepared when Stacy lowered to her knees in front of him and ran her tongue up his shaft and then placed her mouth over the crown.
“If you don’t stop, I will shoot my seed into your mouth.” When she took hold of his buttocks, he knew she wasn’t going to stop. He gazed down at her with love as she swallowed his seed. He read about this in the instructional manuals but didn’t believe a female would actually want to do such a thing. He truly expected that it was pure fantasy. Favian now wondered about the other acts of lovemaking, and if they are all based on fact and not fiction.
“I claim you Stacy Randall for the rest of our lives. You are mine. When we reach Pzianian, I would like to life-mate you. Life-mates never separate, unlike so many human marriages. Will you agree to be my life-mate?”
“Is this just because of the sex?”
“No. The sex is incredible, but I love the feel of your soft body, your coloring, your intelligence and ethics, the way you put yourself above others. Although you won’t need to do that. I will protect you.” Favian lowered his head and then slowly looked up and stared at her eyes. “Stacy, I have never considered life-mating before. I didn’t know a male and female could share a relationship such as this, and I only want this with you.”
“Does that mean we will be faithful to one another and not let anyone tear us apart?”
“I would kill anyone who tried to take you from me. I vow I will be with no other female. I would like to have younglings with you, when you’re ready.” Favian ran the pads of his thumbs under her eyes. “Why do your eyes leak?”
“Tears,” Stacy replied. “Tears of joy.” She shifted her eye to his, and elaborated, “When humans are full of emotion, it’s not uncommon for us to shed tears.”
“So tears are not just water and salt?” he asked softly.
“No. They are emotions being expressed in the rawest form.” Stacy sniffed and wiped her face.
Stacy was ready to settle down. She looked at the incredibly sexy, smart, protective, alien healer, and new her prayers had been answered. She brought her hand up to his face and caressed his cheek. “This feels right. You feel right. I would love to be your life-mate. You don’t think it is too soon?”
“I was ready to life-mate you the first time I held you in my arms and brought you to the ship. The night of the transport collision.”
That comment struck her as strange and she requested he clarify.
“Your pronator teres muscle was badly damaged when you tried to deflate the airbag. The pointed shards of glass from the window shredded a significant portion of that muscle. You would not have been able to rotate your hand, if I didn’t bring you up that night and repair the damage. The healers at the hospital did not discover the injury. I knew this based on how quickly you returned home and how long of a procedure it would have taken human doctors to repair your arm, given the technology you have.”
“My days of operating would have ended, and possibly my career. How did you repair the muscle that night and have me back in my bed the next morning?”
“I’ll take you to medical tomorrow and show you. Now, let’s lay down. I would like to hold you in my arms.”
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‘Is she willing to stay?’ Dorn sent a message to Favian the next morning.
‘Yes, but she wants to check on Cory one last time, and then collect her belongings,’ came the response. Commander Dorn Gharm grinned when he read the reply. Their first official honored guest.
“Blaize,
be ready to retrieve the monitors from Dr. Randall’s place of employment, the medical center, and her home,” Dorn ordered.
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Please leave a review. Look for Galaxy Warrior Tyce, this is book 9, in the second set of the Alien Abduction: Galaxy Series. The first two chapters, pending, follow. I have six book scheduled for this second half of the Pzianian/Earth space opera series.
Note: Gabriella’s story will span most of this set 2 series. Up next is excerpt from the next book. (This may change slightly as I am currently working on this story.)
Excerpt: GALAXY WARRIOR TYCE
Chapter 1
Warrior Tyce Owynn excitedly approached the female who stood up and waved at him to come over. He didn’t realize that finding a psychic honored guest would be so easy. He grinned at the blond woman whose hair was pulled into a puffy hairstyle, and wore multiple chains of varying lengths and styles. All of her adornments, including the ones hanging from her ears, ended with some sort of stone dangling at the end. He found this curious.
“I dreamt you would be here. This is so exciting,” the female gushed and Tyce blushed.
“You know who I am?” Tyce asked.
“Only what my guide showed me.” Her pouty lips and cheeks flushed pink as she said this.
“What did your guide show you? Who is your guide?” Tyce asked skeptically.
“She showed me, you and me. Ah, honey, I’m going to light up your world.” The female followed up her declaration with a wink. She softened her voice and elaborated, “Lilith is my guide. She’s a naughty little demon who has taught me how to properly handle handcuffs and a flogger. Or do you prefer a riding crop? Would you like to suck my toes?” The female winked again. “Are you into domination big guy? I’m an excellent teacher.” She looked longingly at his crotch and licked her lips.
Tyce gulped, took a giant step back, and resisted the urge to cup his male parts. He found her words and innuendos disturbing. He understood the words demon and domination. Although curious, in strictly a professional manner, he personally had no desire to explore these areas. Tyce Owynn is the Interspecies Relations Officer on the Guardian Warship, not a plaything.
His attention was drawn away from the female in front of him, to the voices not far ahead. He looked at the pair of humans. One very attractive human female whose hair sparkles like a million northern stars, and a youngling who is too old to be her child, but looks enough like her to be related. The female wore her hair free and didn’t possess any adornments like the other females in the room. Her look was plain, yet exquisite.
Tyce politely excused himself and stepped next to Blaize, head of ship security. He ignored the puffy haired female who was calling him back.
“Don’t care to be whipped?” Blaize laughed.
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“Ah come on! I know we need the money, but he’s an alien! A true life fucking alien!” Fifteen-year-old Justin handed his sister Carlie the pin back that she picked up, right before he began pulling on his sister’s arm, trying to turn her back to the Fairground opening. “An alien from outer space. Did you get that part? Carlie? Please, let’s just go. We’ll come back tomorrow.”
Carlie looked at her younger brother and was tempted to let him pull her away, but just couldn’t. A court hearing was coming up at the end of the week and if she couldn’t show some money in her bank account, social services would deem her unfit to care for Justin and place him in a foster home. Her job as a telemarketer just didn’t pay enough, thus the reason for their visit to the psychic fair. She hoped to pick up a job or two locating missing heirlooms, pets, or people. She and her brother inherited the gift of psychometry, the ability to acquire information by touch.
Carlie placed her finger to her lips and tried to shush her brother. She worriedly rolled the pin around in her hand. Of all the objects she had to pick up, it just had to be one belonging to a man that’s from another world. She shook her head at the odds.
“He’s looking for you,” Justin declared. “Christ, I never thought they would look so much like us.”
“No, he’s looking for us,” Carlie clarified. “You’re right, they do look like us, but something is off.” She gave the handsome alien another look. “He’s too high risk. Let’s go, but we’re coming back this afternoon. Give me back the pin that fell off him. We’ll come back later. They’ll be gone by then.” She turned and walked towards the exit with Justin. She’d make sure to get their hands stamped so they could return later in the day.
Carlie turned and took one last look at the handsomely disguised alien and whispered, “Not today. Not tomorrow.” When the alien didn’t break eye contact, she knew she was in for trouble. “Oh, crap,” she moaned.
“What now” Justin asked.
Carlie pulled in her lips and shook her head as she looked at her brother. “I know. I know what to do,” she huffed.
Carlie pasted on a very enthusiastic smile and yelled, “Oh my God! Look it’s the Chippendales!” She raised her hand and pointed at the very buff alien warriors.
“The who?” Justin asked.
“Strippers, mom liked to watch,” she whispered.
Carlie then shouted, “Look, he’s thinking about stripping! Oh yeah baby, take it off! Whoo-hoo! Yes! Yes! Come on!” She began to clap and give little hops up and down while pointing, which drew even more attention to the aliens. As women started rushing towards the alien men, she blew the one who had captured her attention a kiss and waved bye.
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“Then the day after tomorrow,” Tyce lowly replied as he watched the female set one of their transporters on top of a nearby post. He reached up to his collar and realized it was his own transporter.
Tyce followed the female with his eyes for as long as possible before announcing to the other warriors, “The pair are mine.” He hoped his attraction to the female didn’t show too much.
“What do these females want?” Blaize asked Nolan. He caught Tyce’s line of site and saw Tyce’s transporter atop a hip-high pole that was connected to other poles by rope.
Tyce signed to Blaize, to see if he could escape the growing crowd, get his misplaced transporter, and follow the female and her brother. He knew the young male with her was her brother by the way she used the word ‘Mom.’
Tyce smiled and took the piece of paper and pen that was held out to him, while looking at Sherry and Nolan for guidance. He estimated there were about one hundred humans attending this event and most of them were making their way towards them. Tyce inhaled and instantly regretted it when assaulted with a sickly, overpowering, flowery smell. He brought his arm up, turned his head, and coughed into the short sleeve on his shirt.
Tyce narrowed his eyes and looked out over the growing crowd. So many different hair and eye colors, he thought. However, the hair and eye color that he found most enticing was exiting the building. He wanted to call out and ask the attractive female to stay, but couldn’t bring himself to make a spectacle of himself. Odd, perhaps because of where they were, but Tyce knew he would find her again and couldn’t shake the feeling that they were destined to be together.
“Play along,” Sherry stated. “These women think you guys are strippers. But don’t take off your clothes!” she added. “Just tell them hello and sign a few autographs. We’ll get you out of here.” She took hold of her husband’s arm.
“A few what?” Commander Dorn Gharm asked.
“Autographs,” Nolan softly spoke. “Take the offered papers and sign your first names. It will be less painful than trying to convince them you’re not Chippendales. Sign in English. Ah, after a few, tell the ladies that it breaks your heart to leave, but you must. Who was that young lady that Tyce pointed out?”
“Don’t know,” Tyce replied. “But we’ll find out.” He and the other warriors quickly signed their names on pieces of paper, then excused themselves. They walked as quickly as they could to the entrance without giving up their Pzian speed. Tyce scooped up his transporter on the way out. Nolan and
Sherry power-walked behind the warriors.
Ivanoff, recalling what he learned when Co-commander Traven Scorpak’s Honored Guest, Nica Archer was kidnapped, sped ahead once they passed through the exit, and managed to capture the license plate of the vehicle the female and her young brother were using. He quickly sped back to the group, before the MacKennas’ realized he was gone, and signed to Tyce that he could track them.
“Well, that was a bust,” Sherry exclaimed. She and Nolan had been looking forward, all week, to attending the psychic fair with the aliens. “We can’t go back there. They’ll remember you.”
Nolan took hold of his wife’s hand and did his best to assure his companions that not all is lost. “We’ll scan the internet and see where else psychic fairs are being held, and when. Maybe we’ll find one for next weekend.” He sounded as disappointed as his wife did.
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Nolan and Sherry are Moira MacKenna-Scorpak’s parents. Although their daughter has traveled with her two husbands, the Scorpak twins, Breneem and Bolano, to Pzianian, they vowed to continue to help the aliens with their mission. Their daughter was abducted when she was mistaken for their niece, Laurel MacKenna. Laurel was the first abductee and is now engaged to the Pzianian Fleet Commander. Her and Moira are living on the Pzianian home world. Laurel’s parents and siblings, have also vowed to help Commander Gharm with his mission.
Commander Dorn Gharm, of the Guardian Warship, has been handed the second part of the assignment by Fleet Commander Slotan Scorpak. Dorn is to gather more information for pending negotiations, and honored guests.
Dorn is to work with Department of Defense Director Cheng Lee, secure political database entries from Nica Archer, provide a tour of one of the warships stationed near Jupiter, as well as find honored guests in specific areas. The first honored guest, Dr. Stacy Randall, who specializes in stem cell research, was abducted by his healer, Favian Bax. Dr. Randall has agreed to stay and will be traveling to Pzianian with them when they return.