The liquid is pink and frothy, and I have a feeling it’s made from some squished up bugs as tiny brown specks float in it. I will not ask, though. I take a sip as he puts it to my lips and find it tastes sweet and a little tangy.
“Thank you, Kerr. I’m sure it will help.”
He smiles and hands me the clear glass. “Drink it all, Kataline.”
I toss the drink down in a few gulps and lie back. With some luck, the pain will soon subside. In moments, the sharp pains turn into a dull throb, and I can see it’s helping immensely.
Kerr’s large hand runs through my hair, and he leans down to kiss my forehead. “Your color is already starting to get better.”
I look at the man who I was awarded to. Kerr is a miracle. Always full of hope. He’s a rock I’m glad to have as an anchor in this crazy life.
The voices in my head grow quiet, and I’m thankful for that. The things they say are horrifying. My body seems to be vibrating, and then even Kerr notices the humming sound.
He places his ear to my chest to listen and then looks at me. “Your body is shaking, Kataline.”
I nod and have no control over it. A pulling sensation starts in my stomach, and slowly I move up off the mattress. Kerr lays his body over mine, but it does nothing to keep my body from lifting us both into the air.
“Are you thinking about doing this, Kataline? Or is it just happening?”
“It’s just happening,” I tell him.
“Think about staying on the bed then. Learn to override this.”
I close my eyes and picture my body back on the bed, and I feel the sheet under my bare back. Earlier I pulled all of my clothing off as it felt like burrs where covering me.
I open my eyes and find Kerr smiling at me. “It worked! You could think past whatever it is that’s making you do such things. With work, you can learn to control this. It’s great progress!”
While happy to see him happy, I have my doubts I can do it when my mind is in the chaotic pain it seems to want to stay in without the aid of the magic pink drink.
Again, I tell my husband only what will make him happy and less worried. “Thank you, Kerr. With your help, I’m sure to get this under control. Perhaps it’s the lack of gravity that has my body and mind doing crazy things. I read once of something called space fever. Maybe that’s what this is.”
With a shake of his head, blond waves fall across his broad shoulders. “This is not from anything other than your unique genetic make-up. I do wish your father had sent along a list of the DNA used to make you. It might help us figure out what can be done to help you.”
I close my eyes as I feel the sensation in my stomach again and have to concentrate to keep it down. I am so tired. A battle wages inside me and I have no idea how long I can keep it down.
Kerr’s hand runs over my bare shoulder and his lips touch mine. “I love you, my Princess.”
I wrap my arms around the man. His muscles move beneath the thin shirt he has on. “Kerr, will you undress and get into bed with your wife, sir?”
He obliges me and climbs under the blanket with me. “We should rest while the drink calms you. Would you like the complete darkness, baby?”
I nod. He reaches up and turns the lights in our bedroom off, and it instantly goes to pitch black. I blink a few times and then reach out to him.
“Kerr,” I whisper.
“Yes, baby.”
My hand runs over his ample manhood. “Make love to me.”
His lips touch my cheek, and his hand runs over my breast. I fall more in love with this man every moment. He has gained such a mess taking me as his wife and yet he never complains.
My stomach tenses as his fingertips run over it, leaving heated trails behind them. One finger finds my pearl and rubs it into arousal.
His silky hair beckons me to run my hands through it, and his warm mouth moves to my neck. He places soft kisses over it until he gets just behind my ear. He gives me tiny nips, making me moan.
He knows how to touch me, stroke, me and make me feel more than I knew possible. As he plays with my clit, my insides get hot, and my legs move, wanting to feel his body between them.
His hand leaves my center and moves over the inside of my thigh, stroking it and settling it down. My body responds instantly to his soft yet commanding touch.
I stop moving and allow him to slowly pleasure me. Thinking I can do a bit for him, I run my hand to wrap around his large cock. It’s already hard, and I find a bit of liquid has escaped the tip.
With a long stroke, I run the wetness over his length and delight in how he moves with me to help me stroke him at the speed he wants. Slow and steady.
Moving down my neck, his teeth graze my flesh as he makes his way to my breast and takes it in his mouth. His teeth take my taut nipple between them, and it sends sparks throughout my body.
I arch up and moan as he begins to suckle it. My breath is getting raspy as my body is getting more excited. Every long pull he gives my breast sends a sensation to somewhere deep inside me and makes me wetter and the ache for him to be inside me increases.
His hand runs over mine, increasing the speed at which I’m stroking his hard cock. His mouth becomes more demanding at my breast. His hand leaves mine, and his fingers trail over my stomach and down to fill me as his thumb presses the little button which will soon send me to another place.
My heart pounds as the wave pulls me from deep inside. It all comes together, and I explode as he sucks hard and pumps his fingers inside me.
I arch up and scream his name.
He moves his body to cover mine and slips his large, wet cock into my throbbing tunnel. “You feel like Heaven, baby.”
He moves slowly inside me, making the orgasm increase. I can barely breathe as my body convulses around him. Trying so hard to get him to release himself, but he’s nowhere near ready to give in.
Kerr moves to place his legs on either side of me as he pulls me to sit up, facing him. Though I can’t see a thing, I can feel his warm breath on my cheek as he glides me to him.
His hands hold my waist and pull me back and forth in a rocking motion over his long erection. Over and over, he pulls me to him and then pushes me back. My arms wrap around his neck.
My breasts alternate from crushing between us to feeling cool air as my body is moved back and forth. The sound of our breathing is fascinating.
I can hear each one of our hearts as they pound at different intervals. His is slightly louder than mine. Its thump is an octave lower than mine is.
We start to leave the bed as I focus on the sounds and he growls, “Take us back, down, Kataline. Do not let that control what we’re doing.”
I focus on thinking about being back on the bed, and down we go. It’s getting a little easier, and hopefully, soon I’ll get a hint my mind is about to go off on its own and be able to stop it before it happens.
His lips touch mine. “Good, girl.”
I smile and pull him back to kiss me. His mouth tastes like sweet lemons, and I find myself craving them. My kiss grows hungry as his fingers cut into the flesh around my hips, pulling me to him with more need.
First, I can feel a small jerk as he pulls me to him harder and harder until I feel him jerk hard and fill me with heat. He takes me to a climax, and we both moan as our bodies fill with ecstasy.
I ease the kiss and let our mouths part, resting my forehead against his. “I love you, Kerr.”
His hand cups the back of my neck. “I love you, Kataline.”
Somewhere inside me, I hear a tiny voice say, “Enjoy this while you can, Kataline.”
As my husband lays me back on our bed a tear falls. I have no idea how much longer I have to be me. The me who loves the man beside me more than imaginable. The me who is sweet and kind most times. The me who I think will be missed if she goes away and never comes back.
Not long ago I was sitting at my home, unaware I had been given away to an alien. When I got the news, I was devastated about how I
would be spending my life.
Now all I want is to spend it with him, anywhere in the entire universe. And I may not get that as something is threatening to take me away from him, forever.
“Kerr, if I become someone I’m not what will you do with me?” I run my hand to intertwine our fingers as I hold our hands between us.
“How can you become someone you’re not, Kataline? That’s a ridiculous notion, baby.” His fingers squeeze mine.
I take a deep breath. I have no idea how to explain to him what’s happening inside my head. So I rest my cheek on his shoulder and decide to change the subject.
“Which would you like first, a boy or a girl?”
His hand runs over my stomach. “I don’t care as long as it’s healthy.”
I giggle. “You care. Just tell me.”
His hand is warm as he gently rubs my stomach. “I’d like a little girl who looks just like her mother. If you must make me choose.”
“You would? I thought you’d surely say you wanted a boy first.” I press my lips to his shoulder. “I’d like a son first. One who looks just like his father.”
“Well, we can’t have both. Or can we?” He laughs and runs his hand up to catch my chin in it. “Tell me, do twins run in your family, baby?”
I remain silent. I suppose he’s forgotten just how vast my family is. In a whisper, I remind him, “I’m a science experiment. I have no idea what runs in my blood.”
Warm lips touch my forehead. “Do not refer to a person as special as you are as something so small. You are a magnificent creation. Nothing less than that should ever be used to describe you.”
A lump forms in my throat and I think about what it is I’ll be handing down to my offspring. Clearly, I have a mental defect. Will they inherit that as well?
I close my eyes and try hard not to think about what’s happening to me. Take each moment for what it is and try harder not to worry so much about the future.
Pulling me on top of his wide chest, Kerr puts his strong arms around me. “You have me now. And I am a man who never gives up hope. I will work hard to make everything work out for the best. I promise you that. You have no need to worry. Your husband is capable of more than you know.”
I smile and drift away as he holds me and places gentle strokes with his fingertips across my back. “You will make an excellent father, Kerr.”
But will I make an excellent mother?
Chapter Eighteen
Kerr
Given To The Alien
The voices coming from my wife’s sleeping mouth are troubling. No two are the same, and there seem to be five distinct voices.
One is a voice with reason behind it. That one sounds the most like Kataline’s. It's soft though and the other voices seem to mostly ignore what it has to say.
The loudest is a crude talker. A lot of cursing and a lot of ugliness comes from it. It’s deep, and it has velvet undertones. That one is the most frightening of them all.
The other three are negative, taking the dominating voice’s side in all arguments. It’s the freakiest shit I’ve ever heard.
I suppose her DNA is to blame. Or perhaps she’s been infected with something eating her brain. With no equipment to see what’s going on inside her, there’s no way to tell or help her until we get back home.
Even then, we’re coming into a damn uprising situation, and things won’t be easy to get to. We have a royal medic for our problems that come up on occasion.
Broken bones, genetic defects or abnormalities, and resets of teeth which come in wrong are what the medic takes care of. We don’t have soft tissue diseases like they do on Earth.
Bringing her to my planet may have been a mistake. But there is the fact I can take her back to Earth to seek medical help if there is no medic on my planet who can help her.
“He has to die,” the deepest voice says as it comes from her sleeping lips.
The reasonable voice chimes in, “He is Kerr’s father. It will hurt him if we kill the King.”
My heart stops. I knew she had to be talking about him. But now I know for sure. And I have no idea what to do about it. Short of taking her life.
I don’t feel capable of doing that. Not when I have real hope for getting her help once we reach Euthenia.
One of the other voices says, “What about the ones who will try to stop us?”
I listen hard. Because I will be the one who will try to stop her. “He is listening to us all. Shhh… No more.”
How did she know that?
Looking hard at her, I can tell she’s asleep. Her breathing is slow and steady with little snores here and there. Her body is limp, and there is no way she’s awake.
Fuck!
Her eyes just opened, and she’s looking right into my eyes, only those are not her eyes. They’re black and seem to be looking right through me.
I place my hand on her wrist, and it burns, but I hold tight anyway. Her chest rises, and then the dominant voice speaks, “If you choose him over her you will die as well.”
Her eyes close and I let her wrist go and find I’m shaking. My eyes move to the place I was holding her. Her wrist is red as if it has been burned.
What the hell is happening to her?
Her hands go to either side of her head, and she holds it and starts to scream. “Make them stop! Make them be quiet! I can’t take it! I can’t take the pain any longer!”
Jumping off the bed, I grab the pink sedative and pour some in a glass. I move quickly to her side and pull her up. “Baby, quick drink this to ease the pain!”
Her eyes open and there are her gorgeous blue eyes. Her lips are quivering as is her entire body as she tries to drink from the glass I’m holding to her lips.
The first attempt has her choking, and she shakes her head. Then with a determined look, she takes the glass in her hands and downs it. Then she leans her head back against the pillow.
“Thank you, Kerr. The pain came back with a vengeance.” Her breath is raspy, and she seems to be short of it.
“Is it helping you?” I ask as her eyes have already closed again.
She nods. “Thank you.”
I watch as she slips back to sleep and turns away and wipes a tear. There’s no time to feel sorrow, I have to focus on how to help her.
A soft knock comes at the door. “It’s Bet.”
I walk towards the door. “Come in.”
The door slides open, and my wife’s handmaiden steps inside. “The King asked me to come and get you. He needs to talk. I’ll stay with my lady.”
I give her a nod but turn back. “Bet, please do not repeat anything you hear her say. She’s not well.”
Concern etches her face. “She looks to be asleep. May I ask why you would say such a thing?”
With a weak smile, I say, “You will see.”
I leave and go to my father. He’s in the courtroom and has a drink in his hand. “You asked for me, Father?”
He turns back to me. His face is pale, and he looks unwell. “I did. We must discuss your wife.”
I hold my hand up. “Father, I will keep her in our quarters. When we get to Euthenia, I will get her some medical attention.”
“Son, she is a risk to us all.”
I hold my tongue as she is much more a risk to him than any other. “I have control over her, and I will not be overruled.”
“If there is no fixing the bewitched woman then what?” He takes a drink of the amber liquid.
“Then I will take her back to Earth and see if they can help her. She is my wife, and I love her with everything in me.”
His laughter fills the air and makes me angry. “You love her? Are you mad? You barely know the woman. You love fucking her. Just say that.”
Now my blood is boiling, and I see red. “Father, do not speak about my wife that way. I will not tolerate it!”
He takes a seat on his overstuffed chair and looks out the window at the blackness dotted by the far away stars. “What has happened to us,
Kerr?” He places the empty glass on the table beside him. “You and I have always gotten along pretty well. With this woman’s arrival, things have gone sour between us.”
“I am stuck in the middle, Father. I know you mean well. The fact is she’s mine to care for and deal with, and I am doing all I can to do that. Let me alone to do what is mine.” I pace as I try to think about what can get him to understand my feelings for her.
“Am I to close my mind to the fact she is looking to destroy us all, Son?” He refills his glass with the decanter next to his glass on the table top. He fills another glass as well. “Come, have a drink with your father and let us talk like gentlemen. Like we always have.”
Doing as he’s asked, I take the glass and take the seat across from him. “Surely you understand I do have real love for Kataline. She is a wonderful woman. You held love for my mother after all.”
His eyes dart up to mine. “Still do.”
“Of course.” I take a sip of the tangy drink. “Still you hold love in your heart for her. No one would dare to say anything different.”
“Her death was a horror to me.” He takes a long drink. “Wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. Not even the Earthling.”
No matter how much I ask, he just cannot stop himself from keeping his tongue still where my wife is concerned. I swallow another drink and look out the window.
“She saved us all, Father.”
“And she will end us all, Son.”
“How do you know this to be true?” I look directly into his eyes.
“I’ve seen it.” His tone is solid, and he seems to believe the words that just came out of his mouth.
“You accuse her of being bewitched, yet you have seen her end us all?” My foot taps as I wait for his answer.
“I may have some of that primitive blood coursing through my veins as well. It often gives gifts of that kind to Earthlings. With the fever, I saw your wife ruling over Euthenia.” Another long drink empties his short glass.
“That is the first time you’ve admitted what everyone knows. That’s a step in the right direction, Father. And if you did see that in the future, it could be true. She is my wife and as such will one day rule by my side.” I get up and go to pick up a morsel of sustenance off the tray on the table.
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