by Maia Starr
She gave me a hug. “It is a very long story. I am so glad to see you. Did you come with Vicky? What about the others?”
“No. I thought Vicki was with you. It is just me and this Kynon that came here from the cyborg planet.”
“Vicki was with me. We escaped from the cyborgs. The Kynon captain brought us here. But I decided to stay, Vicky went back to the cyborg planet with the captain. She insisted on it. But I stayed here. I made a friend,” Nancy said turning behind her.
A gorgeous Kynon walked over to her and held her hand.
“Prince Laku,” Jion said to him.
“Ambassador, I heard that you returned. Welcome back. I see that you have brought a friend,” the prince said.
“Yes, and she is my friend too. We were together. This is Lauren Kate,” Nancy said. I was astonished that she remembered me, but then again, she was the coordinator and had to know everyone's names at the retreat.
“It is nice to meet you,” I said to the prince.
“Thank you for bringing her here. I am anxious to talk to someone else that was with us. Now that Vicki is gone,” Nancy said.
“I am anxious to talk to you as well. But I am curious. We were told that there are two human females on the mothership; I wonder who they are. Maybe there are more. We thought it was you and Vicky,” I said.
“It is definitely Vicky, but I don't know who the other human is. I am sure that we can find out though in time. For now, I am so glad that you are here,” Nancy said giving me another hug.
“So am I,” I said.
“You must be exhausted. I will let you get your rest. But can we meet tomorrow to speak?” Nancy asked.
“I will bring her here tomorrow,” Jion said.
Nancy hugged me again. She was giddy, and so was I.
“I will see you tomorrow then, Nancy. I look forward to it,” I said.
Then I continued to walk with Jion through the palace grounds until we were out of the palace gates. We walked down a long path. I was astounded by what I saw. There were female Kynon walking around. There weren't very many, but there were a few, and there were Kynon soldiers and a few children. It was amazing to see the village life of these interesting aliens. I was fascinated by it all. We walked down the path around the side of the large palace. There were lots of white buildings glistening as though they were made from glittering marble. We passed through a small market.
“This is the closest market to my home. It is where I come for food and necessities,” Jion said. he said it with a lot of pride. I could tell that he was very happy to be home. I liked anything that made him happy. He had been through a lot, and most of it was because of me. I like to see him this way. I could tell that a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.
“This is an adorable market. I cannot wait to come here,” I said.
“Yes, I will show you. I am astounded that the human is here. I cannot wait to hear how she got here. It seems that everyone that crashed on the planet of the cyborgs has experienced a story of their own,” Jion said.
“Yes, I think you are right. I know that we have experienced our own as well,” I said.
“This way,” he said. He turned down a narrow path, and there was an arbor over it with lots of green vines. It was beautiful. The skinny path was lined with massive flowers that I had never seen before; it was very fragrant and beautiful.
“This is absolutely magical,” I said.
“This is it,” Jion said as we entered a large building.
“This is what?” I asked.
“This is my home. Our home. Your new home,” he said.
“This is your home? It is massive!” I said looking around at the extremely large interior. We were in the first room of the building. It was decorated with plush furniture that was both modern and alien to me. But it was beautiful as I looked around. I was excited.
“I am an ambassador after all. It is not the castle, but I like it just fine,” he said giving me a hug.
“It is beautiful. I am happy to live here, to call it home.”
“It is better than being on the cyborg Planet desert isn't it?” he teased me.
“Yes, it is. How should we celebrate?”
“I think I have an idea,” he said as he scooped me up into his arms.
I laughed. It felt good to have him pick me up like this again. He made me feel very petite and feminine. He carried me through his large home to the bedroom. He put me down on the bed and kissed me.
“The king wants you to be my wife. He has ordered it. Is that something that you want? It is moving rather fast,” he said.
“If it is the king’s order we have to follow it. You are not allowed to disobey any more orders,” I said teasing him back.
“Well, when you put it that way I guess we have no choice. You are my wife,” he said.
“And you are my husband. My Kynon husband,” I said kissing him.
We made love in our new home for the first time together. I felt happy. I truly was happy to be with him, to be with Ambassador Jion Lek.
A few days later, we were married. It was official by order of the king. I was now the wife of an alien. It was unbelievable. But I had never been happier. It turned out we weren't lying to the king; I was pregnant. I carried the offspring of my new alien husband, and we were going to start a new life together on his home planet of Xeion. For the first time, I was glad that I had been abducted by aliens.
The End
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Cylo-Dragons Of Kelon
(Dragons Of Kelon)
By Maia Starr
CHAPTER ONE
MELODY REEVES
I saw a large dark shadow just underneath the surface of the water. The massive ripples let me know that it was something fast. It looked dangerous, but I could not look away. I took a few more steps and got as close as I could to the edge of the cliff jutting over the Pacific Ocean. I was very scared of heights and I did not want to be anywhere near the edge, but I had to take a look. My knees grew weak as I looked out over the water.
"Are those wings?” I whispered to myself as I watched the dark shadow underneath the water get closer to the surface and create a dark outline. It looked like a very large bird swimming underneath the water.
"That can't be, Melody. I think the pressures of being the president's daughter have finally caught up with you,” I said as I rubbed my eyes and shook my head from side to side as though I could make it disappear.
I looked back at the water. Whoosh! Suddenly the creature burst from the surface of the water and flew straight up, shooting into the sky, into the blinding light of the bright sun. It was so fast that I could not exactly see what I was looking at. But in the backlight of the sun I saw a brief outline as the creature spread its wings out from its sides. They look to be at least 10 feet across and my mouth was wide open as I stared at it. What the hell was I looking at? Was it some form of dinosaur that we thought was extinct, but would reappear now and then to create a legend like the Loch Ness Monster in Scotland?
I took steps backward as the creature seemed to hit the highest point of its flight and change direction, toward me. It was diving very fast. I kept my eyes on it but walked faster; I could not run. I was too frozen with awe at the sight of this strange thing.
Boom! The ground seemed to shake underneath me as the creature landed a few yards in front of me.
"Holy shit," I whispered to myself as I put my hands over my mo
uth. I could not believe what I was looking at. It was a man. It was a very large man, almost 9 feet tall. His very broad strong chest was naked, and only a simple loincloth covered his waist down to his thighs. He was very muscular, toned, with six-pack abs that looked chiseled. His jet-black hair was long down to his jaw, and a 5 o'clock shadow beard covered his face. But as he took slows cautious steps toward me, it was not these features that made me feel like I was losing my mind. It was the imprint, almost like a tattoo, that covered his right arm from his wrist up to his shoulder. It looked like a strange pattern, and the very large wings that he had folded behind him let me know this was something not human. My breathing grew heavier, and I knew then that this moment was the start of something that would change my life forever. But little did I know exactly what it all meant.
I couldn't believe that all of this was happening simply because my friend Gloria had recommended I take a hike to clear my mind. I was the daughter of the current President of the United States, President Reeves. The pressure of all of it was getting to me, even though I lived all the way across the country in California. Being the daughter of the president was not all it was cracked up to be. I hated politics. But I hated even more the intrusion of privacy that came with it. I was a writer, and I wanted nothing more than to have an adventure in order to write about it. But I was never able to really get away without people knowing who I was. My father's security detail watched my every move. Even though I was 25-years-old with my own life on the other side of the country, my father ran my life. I could not wait for his term in office to be over. It affected my life more than anything, and that included my romantic life. I never knew if a man was interested in me because of my own personality or if he was just using me for my position in the world.
Just like the guy I had been seeing: James Buckley.
"Are you going to eat that?” James said as he sat across the table from me at a romantic restaurant. We had been dating for two months, and he was a very dashing, rich, Ivy Leaguer. My girlfriends loved him and thought he was perfect. I, on the other hand, thought he was just okay. He was nice and did everything by the book, but I found him to be very boring.
"No, I'm not,” I said pushing the plate of veal toward him.
"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.