She brought him, and herself, to completion. He tasted better than she could imagine as his body seized up and he spilled down her throat, the liquid of him coating her tongue. She drank him down and licked him clean before popping off of him, the both of them panting.
It was looking like it was going to be a good day.
VII: Plans in Motion
It was interesting, to Adrien, to think that weeks before she had planned to escape, somehow, from Mor’an. Not because it was an insane thing to want – he had taken her from her home planet, to be fair – but because after little over two months, she found herself no longer wanting to escape from him. that, she knew, was the insane thing, but it wasn’t something that she was going to try to change, either.
Their consummation had put… a lot of things in perspective for her.
It was like she saw the world as Mor’an did. She was still human – she had no super strength nor senses, could not tell the differences in body chemistry the way that Mor’an could. She had not changed in that way. She was still a person.
But Mor’an… Mor’an did things to her, and inside her she felt different. She felt better being with him.
The funny thing about biology, she knew, was that all the explanations in the world didn’t make it any less weird, or strange. It was weird, she could admit, that there was a creature that wasn’t human that could affect her the way that Mor’an did, but she took that weirdness with a grain of salt and didn’t try to overthink it too much. Going back to her facts, there were a few things that she knew.
Fact One: No one on Earth would accept their coupling.
Fact Two: The scientists at the labs would salivate at the chance to experiment and see what the connection between the two of them was on a biological level.
Fact Three: She didn’t really feel like being a science experiment.
With those things in mind, she welcomed the prospect of continuing their time together. Whatever this was, whatever their biology had set in place for each other, it was something that she wasn’t going to push away. Mor’an seemed pleased with this fact. That was evident in the way he ravished her at any opportune time. Each was as good – if not better – than the last. The more he gave, the more her body wanted. Perhaps it was an addiction that their coupling had set into motion. It that was the case…
It was an addiction that she was willing to carry.
That made her consider their next course of action carefully, one day while Mor’an was out hunting them something to eat. The ship ran on solar power – they could go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted, so long as there was a charge or a sun in their corner of the universe. The prospect was an exciting one for her. It ignited that sense of adventure that had always come with her scientific curiosities. Coupled with exploring more of this new-found connection with Mor’an… it was exciting.
She had to talk more with Mor’an, however. Because there were other things that she needed him to be aware of, other things that she needed him to know. Unexpected, surprising things. Things that should have terrified her, but honestly intrigued her more than she could have ever imagined.
Her hand settled to her stomach, and she smiled.
The future was going to be a grand adventure.
Epilogue
The hall of the ship was filled with the sound of pattering feet. Up and down the hall, followed by peals of laughter and high-pitched squeals. Adrien rolled over with a sigh, burying her face into the warmth beside her. It was early. Far too early, as far as she was concerned. She needed more sleep.
An arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. She made a tired noise, and beside her, Mor’an laughed.
“They’re very excitable.”
“More excitable than full-human children. Are all Jundar like that?”
“Hmm… yes. We’re an energetic race.”
“Clearly.”
Mor’an laughed again, and this time she looked up at him blinking sleepily.
Her stomach was round, again, and it was the only thing keeping her from pressing solidly against him properly. It was twins, this time, though she wondered if her sanity was going to hold up to having two small ones at the same time. The two running through the hallways weren’t twins, but they were still a handful enough.
“It’s your turn, you know,” she said, batting her lashes up at Mor’an. He smiled down at her, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I know. I’ll get them fed and settled. Sleep a little more.”
She was already, and didn’t go back to sleep, but she did enjoy the peace that followed Mor’an trekking out into the hall, scooping up their little ones, and taking them to the dining hall to eat. Instead of sleeping, she lay there, smiling a little to herself. Despite the interruption of her sleep, she honestly had little grudge to hold against the fact that it was sleep that was interrupted by her children. She had never thought deeply about becoming a mother, but when she had realized that she was pregnant with Mor’an’s… well. There had been a sense of excitement over the dread she had assumed would accompany it, and Mor’an had welcomed the thought of their children growing inside of her with enthusiasm and joy.
They had stayed on Pallenor, long enough for her to carry and deliver, long enough for their eldest, Morana, to learn how to walk. It truly had been their own paradise, living as their little family together.
The younger, Valan, was conceived as they traveled through time and space. He had been about as planned as Morana had been, but no less loved. His pregnancy had been harder, certainly not the breeze that Morana’s had been, but he had been brought into the world kicking, screaming, and as much a handful as any baby could be.
The twins, had been planned that time. At least in conception. Adrien and Mor’an had taken a trip back to Pellanor, to show the little ones the beautiful place that none other in the world could compare to. Adrien had felt connected to the place, considering it was where their first child had been conceived, and when she’d asked Mor’an if they could try for another, he had enthusiastically agreed. They hadn’t thought that two would come from that coupling – but two had, and though the idea was daunting, they both welcomed it wholly.
Settling her hand on her stomach once more, she rolled out of bed. She wrapped a robe around her, as far as it would over the considerable protrusion of her stomach. The sight in the dining hall gave her pause, and a smile.
Her two children, a gorgeous blend between her and Mor’an, sitting at the table. Mor’an, cutting fruits they had taken from Pellanor to feed them. This was her family. They were the loves of her life, and she knew that her choice those years ago to remain with Mor’an had been the right one.
She was happy.
Slaved
~ Bonus Story ~
An Alien Abduction Romance
Lyra has always known Earth Two wasn't entirely under human control. Places called 'Out Zones' litter the planet - places uncharted by human explorers, and known to be inhabited by tribal natives known as the Ammarok. As a resident since childhood, though, she's always been curious, always wondered what life was like in the Out Zones, outside of the confines of the Compounds that housed human civilization. On evening trek leaves her stranded outside, in one such Out Zone, and she's taken in by two warrior Ammarok men. She quickly learns that she may be getting more for the price of her curiosity than she originally thought.
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I
Lyra
The air was chilly that night, biting at Lyra’s skin despite the pull-over that she wore. She supposed that she could have worn something a little more appropriate, but to her credit, she had been so excited about this night that it had slipped her mind. I wasn’t every day, after all, that one found an opening in the Compound’s walls, a gateway into the outside world.
As she moved in the shadows, avoiding the blue-green beams of floating scanners moving here and there through the air, her heart beat faster than her legs carried her. The closest Out Zone was only a
nother block or so away, and she had happened upon it by accident less than a week ago. It had been a wonder to her that she had managed to wait so long to go exploring, but preparations had to be made.
Earth Two had only been occupied for about fifteen years. She had been five when her father, an Admiral in the Earth’s Intergalactic Navy, had been stationed there as a part of the starting colony. She barely remembered what Earth was like – but she loved everything about Earth Two (except perhaps the uninventive name; scientists, it seemed, weren’t always the most creative people.) It was a beautiful planet, nearly three times as large as Earth with more sustainable resources and untapped potential. The colony had flourished in the fifteen years of its start, expanding into more territories, save for the Out Zones.
The Out Zones were unexplored terrain, occupied by native colonies of creatures that were rumored to be warrior-like tribes. The original masterminds behind the colonization of Earth One had wanted to avoid the many problems that had happened on Earth is mass colonialization – namely the destruction and near extinction of native populations. It was different… perhaps a little trickier when the native populations were alien and not human in nature, but a full-scale extermination wasn’t something that anyone wanted to have happen.
Lyra could understand that. She respected life. It was a creed that she had lived and breathed, what with being raised by her father, and him being the kind man that he was. When technology quite literally gave you the ability to span galaxies, you couldn’t approach your exploration with conquering everything in your path in mind.
That being said, she was painfully curious. She wasn’t a scientist in practice – she didn’t like the stuffy conditions, really – but she desired exploration. There was only so much of that that would be done within Earth Two’s Compounds – the great expanses of colonized lands that were surrounded by reinforced holographic walls – and she had always wanted to see what was out there, what more there was that the world had to offer. She wasn’t afraid of what she would find; in all honesty, it made everything all the more interesting and thrilling not knowing what she would find out there.
It was that thrill that kept her ducking around through the night. She was prone to late-night jogs, and it had been one of those jogs that led her to the breach in the wall she had discovered. As she came upon it again, she was excited to see that it was still there. The holographic walls weren’t conventional brick and mortar walls. They were completely invisible, aside from the steel pillars that rose about twenty feet into the air every fifty miles or so around the Compound. One wouldn’t be able to notice the wall itself, aside from these pillars, but when there was a hole in holographic code, rather than appearing as nonexistent, it was a vibrating shimmer. It was easy to overlook, but Lyra hadn’t.
She was immensely happy for that fact.
Flashlight in hand, she looked left, then right, and slipped through. The break in the holographic code was just large enough for a person to get through, and she wondered if it had been someone going in or coming out that had made it – perhaps it was an animal. That was curiosity that she didn’t have time to indulge, however. She was outside, now, and she breathed in.
The holographic walls had an image projected onto them, which made everything past the wall look as though it were merely an open plain of grass. It was pleasing to look at, but what Lyra found on the other side was far more interesting. There were trees, huge, magnificent trees, farther than her eyes could take in. Even in the dimness of the evening, the moonlight illuminated the great collection of foliage in front of her, almost making the rich greens and browns glow beneath the shine in the sky.
Lyra didn’t even need to make use of her flashlight, though she kept it in hand. She walked forward, stalking almost like a cat through the forest. There was the occasional croak and snap of an animal, but she wasn’t attacked, nor was she approached by anything. Her exploration was peaceful, encompassed by the sights and sounds of the unexplored nighttime, and the satiation of finally, finally, stepping out of the encased world that she lived in.
She had every intention of wondering her way deep into the forest, letting her feet take her wherever they cared to let her go. The deeper she got, the darker it got, though. Her attention taken off her footing in order to pay attention to turning on her flashlight was the single second of lapse that was needed to lose her footing, and send her spiraling down the steep incline of a hill she hadn’t realized she was stop.
Everything went black.
II
Lyra
The first thing Lyra picked up was the scent of cooking meat. It was succulent, almost a little sweet, and it made her stomach rumble in want and her mouth water voraciously. The next thing she noticed, as she rolled over on – was that a bed? Cot, perhaps? – was the sound of voices speaking. She was able to pick up that there were two, distinctly male.
Though she knew she should have been, she wasn’t afraid. Concerned, perhaps, but not afraid. She wasn’t dead and aside from the persistent throbbing pain in her ankle (that became a bit more prominent the more conscious that she became) she didn’t feel like she was harmed in any other way – and to be fair, the ankle was her fault. She remembered the tumble, the black out. Lyra tried to wiggle her foot a bit, and stopped as soon as the stab of pain shot through the joint.
Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea…
She sighed, though, and sat up after blinking a few times. Her surroundings where… Well.
It was an intricate blend of technology and nature. The room she was in looked to be made of wood – but the grooves within the bark glowed in green light, looking like circuitry set into the bark. There was a window to one side, and Lyra could tell it was made out of the same sort of holographic program that the walls surrounding the Compound where; wind whipped through the trees on the other side, but none of that wind made its way inside.
Other than that, the room itself was bare, aside from the cot that she was on. The door to the far side of the room was nothing more than an entryway – no actual door to speak of. It was through there that she heard the voices. It sounded as though they were speaking a different language, and it was at that she weighed her options.
She could try to sneak out. That would have been the first choice – had her ankle not been shot to shit as it was. She tested trying to put weight on it as she listened to the men talking in the other room, and hissed as the pain shot worse through her foot.
Okay. So, she wasn’t going to do that.
She could easily just wait around until they came in to check on her, if that was something that they did. Or… she could bring them to her.
“Hello?” she called out to them. “Anyone out there?”
The talking stopped. She heard a low exchange of voices, before footfalls came. In the doorway of her room appeared two striking men, and she openly gaped for a moment.
They both had to be about six feet tall, if not taller. They’d certainly dwarf her figure if they stood next to her (well, if she could stand) and had long, thick onyx-toned hair. Their skin, which was inked in intricate black tattoos, curling and winding over their supple flesh, was near the same shade of deep russet as her own – but it was their eyes that made them more other-worldly than anything. They were bright green, and set into feline-angled faces made them look distinctly panther-like in nature, and all the more alluring.
An embarrassed flushed rose up on her skin, deepening her complexion as she realized she was staring so blatantly. The man on the left tilted his head at her, a thick brow raised in curiosity. He said something lowly to his companion, who nodded, and they both stepped forward. Instinctually, she sat up a little straighter, but neither made a move to hurt her in anyway – the man on the left reached out, and brushed some of her thick, auburn hair out of her face.
“How do you feel?”
The shock was evident on her face as she heard the words come from him.
“You speak Galactic Common?” she asked him, surpr
ised. His brows furrowed, before he chuckled.
“Most people do. You – are from the Outsiders’ colony, yes?”
She assumed that meant the Compound, and she nodded.
“Yes, I am.”
“Did they abandon you?”
“Abandon me? Oh… no. No I came out here exploring and I didn’t pay attention to where I was going and fell. I think I tripped down a hill.”
He nodded.
“We found you while hunting at the edge of the village. You were surrounded by a pack of Starkee… They would have eaten you.”
Lyra had no idea what Starkee were, but she was under the impression that she should be thankful that she hadn’t been eaten by them, whatever they were. She nodded.
“I suppose I owe you a thanks.”
“It is unnecessary.” This time, the other man spoke, drawing her attention. “It is the way of the Ammarok.”
Curiosity continued to burn at her. Starkee… Ammarok… Words that she was unfamiliar with in all ways, and wanted to know more of. Lyra had honestly not expected to come across people when she ventured out – she had thought that there weren’t any so close to the Compound – but here she was. She owed them her life.
There was one thing that pressed at her mind, though. Considering she hadn’t expected to find anyone, let alone be injured to the point of being unable to walk properly, she wondered how she was supposed to get back. The Compound had a strict rule against interacting with any of the native populations; it was part of the reason that the walls projected the images that they did. Out of sight, out of mind. People couldn’t be curious over what they couldn’t see to exist.
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