Alien Romance Box Set: Alien Heart Complete Series (Books 1-4): A SciFi (Science Fiction) Alien Warrior Abduction Invasion Romance Box Set

by Patricia Moore

  I shake my head. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

  “Punish me! Punish me for all the wrong I have done, and then forgive me.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Please,” she begs.

  Against my own will, my body gravitates towards her. It is my fault I left her. Maybe she really didn’t know. It is possible that Kravis was spying on us and pounced upon her when he was certain I was not around.

  “You swear you didn’t mate?”

  “I swear it.”

  I nod; as long as he didn’t stick his shaft inside her. I have done worse yet I did it for a purpose – for her. I kneel on the bed behind her. Her blue eyes are pitiful to look upon. If I don’t punish her, she will continue to look at me that way. I will let her pay penance.

  “I will punish you for not telling me,” I say.

  “Your brother told me not to tell-”

  “Who is your king?” I roar.

  “You are… please.”

  “You tell me everything. Everything, okay?” I scream.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, my king.” She spreads her ass cheeks apart to receive the punishment.

  I could easily spread her juices to lubricate the dry hole in her bottoms but I want her to regret letting any other man touch her. Still, I let the tip of my manhood caress her ass so that she is ready to receive me. I see her bite her lips and use a free hand to squeeze her breast. She is very nervous. After teasing her hole with the head of my shaft, I slowly push myself inside her. Her mouth opens in a wordless cry as she receives my bulge. She is being very brave and accepting her punishment without any tears. Soon enough the pleasure will be ripping through her body and she won’t see this as a punishment.

  “Ah… Ah… Erien… Ahhh,” she moans when I am fully inside her.

  Submissive, Alice lowers her waist and spreads her ass further so that I penetrate deeper. I enter her then tighten my muscles as hot sensations overwhelm my body. She is very tight and I am so large that I have to move methodically so that I don’t hurt her more than necessary. She cries out, urging me to go faster. She gets her wish. She bites her lips and closes her eyes.

  Her muscles move in rhythm with my thick appendage. Soon enough, I forget why I was upset with her at all. It is not her problem that she is attractive to a fault. With this punishment, I mark my territory. I was her first and I am damned to be her last. Pleasure tears through my body and my seed spill into her ass. The juices then ooze down from her ass to her clit. A sense of pride overwhelms me.

  I hope wherever my brother is watching from, he sees that Alice will never be his. Alice is mine and she will stay mine. On the morrow, I will present her to my royal family and all of Solasis will know this.

  Chapter 47

  Alice

  The great thing I love about Erien’s room is that it is larger than any house I have lived. It is spacious, furnished with fixtures laced with gold and other precious stones. It has its own walk-in wardrobe that is larger than the house my mother and I shared with lice, and also, it has a spectacular golden tub that bubbles with mineral water from the ground at the far end of the room. It is heavenly.

  Erien and I are neck-deep in the water. I have never felt so warm and cuddly before. Any illness I had felt earlier has dissipated. Erien gently caresses my back with a loofah before sliding down to my navel.

  “I don’t want you to smell like ass when we meet my family,” he teases.

  “If I smell anything like that, it is because of you.” I splash water on his face. He recoils in a friendly manner and we laugh it off. His silver-white hair sticks to his body like a veil of rich silk. I let my palm slide along his hair before I kiss him.

  “Do we have to meet your family?” I ask softly.

  My stomach has been tied in knots from the moment he revealed to me that he has finally sent word to his family. We will be expected at a ball held in our honor later in the day. I would expect that a fancy ball would be held at night, however, the sun never sets in Solasis thus their sense of time is ultimately different. I never thought that I would miss the dark before, yet I do.

  “It is custom. I can’t hide you. You will be Royal as soon as we are married.”

  “Do you reckon your father will agree so easily?” I have my doubts.

  “He doesn’t have to. He may be King but this is still my life.”

  “I thought your brother is king.”

  Erien flares his nostrils at the mention of Kravis. I should tread carefully with words lest I upset him again. The punishment that he bestowed upon me has left my bottoms feeling raw and my navel feeling deprived. I am afraid that Erien has turned me into a nymphomaniac – all just as well because he is very greedy in bed.

  “Do not speak to me of my brother, understood?” he growls.

  Erien is about to leave the bath but I hold him down. “I am a stupid girl. Forgive me. I don’t know these things… how can you accuse me when you have taught me nothing about your customs. For all I know, I will embarrass myself in front of your family.”

  “I won’t let you.”

  “Then tell me what to do, Erien, please.” I lift myself against his naked body and brush my lips against his. This seems to cool him down.

  “Just let me do the talking okay. Here in Solasis, a woman is only respected if she is submissive so don’t speak to me unless I speak to you. Don’t sit down without having a male pull out a chair for you, when the king speaks to you, lower your eyes, do not finish the food on your plate, be polite and graceful… and most important, if your fiancé wants to consummate, you don’t refuse him, understand?”

  I giggle. “I think you added the last part for your pleasure.”

  “And do you have anything against my pleasure?”

  I shake my head like a little school girl. I am not sure whether Erien is being serious or not with all the given rules but I imagine I am the most agreeable girl he could have ever found on Earth. He is lucky he has me. I take the loofah from his grip and then use it to scrub his groin; all I really want to do is tease him.

  “You naughty girl,” he says, his breath deepening. I abandon the loofah and grip his shaft. “Don’t tempt me, woman.”

  “Why, you tempted me first,” I say, naughtily.

  Erien grabs my body. We are teat to teat and navel to groin. I expect that he is going to enter me when he starts to use his fingers instead. With his forefingers, he explores my navel. I let out a low soft moan. His fingers go deep inside me. I grip his hair to contain the sensation rippling through my body.

  “Bring your fat breast to me,” he orders.

  I lift my body so that his tongue can tease my areola.

  “Let’s stop this. I’m too nervous…”

  He lifts his lips from my breast. With his free hand, he fondles them. The warm water splashes against our bodies at the rhythm of movement. I bury my head in his neck kissing him gently with every ripple of pleasure I feel. I arch my back as he reaches his hand deep within me. It is not too long before I feel my juices spurt out of me. Erien removes his fingers from inside me and then puts them in his mouth. He slides his tongue over the forefingers that were inside me. My heart melts in admiration for him. I glide my breasts against his chest, he lifts my chin with his finger and our lips lock in a heated kiss.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you more,” he tells me.

  A sense of serenity envelopes us. I lay my head on his chest and allow myself to drift off to sleep. He lets his hand rest on the small of my back. He kisses my head gently. I fall asleep at once. When I awaken, we are no longer in the bath. I stifle a yawn and stretch my hands. I am back on the bed.

  “Erien?” I call.

  “Right here.” He appears from the walk-in closet.

  I feel my breath catch in my throat. Erien stands tall in a modern creamy white doublet studded with diamonds and fit with a creamy maroon scarf. He is clad in rich white breeches t
hat seem fit for horse-riding and white leather boots that cover his calves. The boots have a stripe of maroon on them and fit him perfectly.

  My mouth parts into a natural smile. I have never seen a man look so beautiful. His silver eyes glitter like stars behind his long lashes. He has fresh stubble that makes his beauty a more manly look. His long flowing hair is tied in a pony and twisted carelessly, giving him a flawless carefree look.

  “I can’t do this,” I let out a helpless gasp.

  He comes closer to me, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

  I close the gap between us and hug him tightly.

  “How can I stand beside a man so beautiful? I will look like a servant next to you. Oh Erien, I do not deserve you.”

  He breaks off the hug to look at my face. I am proud that there are no tears for him to see there. I have been crying a lot of late and I feel as if the tears are a put off to him rather than a turn on. Besides, I don’t want my eyes to be puffy when I get to meet his family even if his brother Kravis has already seen me – naked. I feel myself blushing. What am I going to say or do when I meet Kravis? And what if he has already spread rumors about our little fiasco? If he has, that will overshadow Erien’s grand return from exile. I take a deep breath.

  “You worry too much.”

  “How can I not?” I feel my voice breaking. I feign a cough to hide it.

  I was a stubborn strong woman when Erien met me, and I won’t crumble simply because I don’t feel my best on this alien planet. For all I know, I am the first human and woman to step foot on Solasis, and I’ll be damned if I do not represent humanity in the best light though, in front of these gods, it will be a challenge.

  “Just stand tall. You’ve got a beautiful dress to wear, and maids will be your escort. You are my queen, and you are worthy of me and every diamond you will wear today.”

  I feel myself turn red. My heart leaps with joy. This is finally happening. I don’t think anything can go wrong now. Erien is dedicated to me. He won’t abandon me, and tonight, yes tonight, I will meet his royal family in the presence of every high-born Solasis. My life has just begun. Excitement grips me. I feel as though I am a little girl playing house again, except this time, it’s not a house but a grand castle and I am Queen.

  I grab Erien’s hand and jump off the bed. “Now, show me that dress.”

  Chapter Ten

  Alice

  If heaven could be described, heaven would be Solasis. The welcoming trumpets blow. A soft melody of the harp to delight the ear starts. A low buzz clashes beautifully with the melody when the ark doors leading to the great throne room are opened by two tall guides clad in shining black armor.

  The fresh aroma of flowers engulfs my senses when I step in, side by side with Erien Heluka. I can sense the crowds hold their breath when we walk in. The prince of Solasis is finally home and with him is his foreign bride.

  The great throne room of Solasis looms before me. It is in a great hall called the godsroom, and rightly so because the gods could live here. The godsroom is a high ceiling golden cave that could accommodate over twelve Olympic swimming pools, were we on Earth. However, we are not on Earth and so the glimmering blue floor is not water. Yet it is so shiny that it reflects the high ceiling that is plated with art embedded in shiny gold. In the middle of the blue is a road-wide aisle lined with a carpet made of blue fur. On both sides, there is set high golden tables without seats to accompany them.

  I want to take a closer look but my head won’t allow me. I am wearing a heavy crown that is adorned with diamond and sapphires. It is heavy on my head. The bright glow the crown radiates is disturbing my sight as if the veil I am wearing is not enough obstruction.

  Covering my slender body is a blue flowing gown made from the finest silk. It flows like the sea behind me. A body squeezing bodice was fit into the dress so that my waist will appear as tiny as possible. The gown is heavy with precious stones carved in the shape of multi-colored roses. I may look like a red-headed Cinderella going to the ball, but I do not feel like one. I feel as if I am Tinkerbell straight from my childhood cartoons. If a firefly flew right next to me, it would be lost in my shimmer. I am glowing.

  My skin is polished with a smooth golden liquid that makes me feel a million dollars, a tired million dollars; A million dollars that no one can see because all my skin is entirely covered. My hands are wrapped in beautiful white elbow-high gloves that I love. My feet are fit in thick woolen socks that Erien swore are shoes that royal girls wear here in Solasis. And my face is hidden beneath the veil just in case any exposure to the rays may cause me to faint. The attire was handpicked by Erien himself, and I don’t think I will ever doubt his fashion sense – not that I ever have.

  Despite the beauty of it all, breathing this air is torture. My lungs are clogged from all the anxiety trapped in my chest. Erien is leading me to meet the King – his father. The fury aisle leading to the throne in the godsroom is a long way off. I can hardly see the throne but the brightness beyond assures me it is there.

  “Erien…” I hiss under my breath.

  Erien is walking tall next to me. I reach out my hand to him and hold fast his elbow. He doesn’t look at me though I feel him stiffen at my touch. I suppose he is more nervous than I am. After being exiled by his father for over a year, he has returned. Now he has to face the same man who exiled him and his elder brother who married his former lover. I cannot start to imagine the drama that runs in this alien family I am about to join.

  “Erien,” I say, this time, a bit loudly.

  “Be quiet. They are looking at us,” he answers through pursed lips.

  It is true. All the high-born Soleroids, in their hundreds, have their gaze locked onto us. They are all similar to Erien, but different as well. Erien, my prince, is taller, more muscular, and looks like a god compared to them. The Soleroids are also well dressed in various fashions of different bright colors though I see most are donning material made of bird feathers. It must be a fashion. I wish I could rip the veil from my face to get a better look. Damn this beautiful planet. It is suffocating me without even trying. Things we do for love.

  The great throne is in clear view now. I am in awe. Never could I have imagined a sight so beautiful. There are three great chairs that rise from the ground like zeniths. The ground around them is carved with statues of monstrous creatures lifting the chairs on their molten backs so that it appears that the three chairs were borne from the depths of an abyss and raised into the light.

  To emphasize that art that make the grand throne, pretty white flowers on amethyst-colored creepers encircle the three chairs. When my feet draw me nearer, I realize that the chairs are actual trees that have grown in the fashion of chairs. It is all fairytale like. To add to the amazement, the three Soleroids seated in the high seats can only be saints come alive. Even their hair emits a light of their own.

  I ignore Erien’s plea for me to be quite. My heart is in a panic and I want him to reassure me.

  “Darling?”

  “Don’t speak!” his tone is harsh and compassionate at the same time. I don’t know how he manages to do that with his voice. I turn to look at him. He meets my gaze for the first time.

  The panic is evident even beneath the veil. I see the pity in his eyes. I don’t want him to pity me. I want him to tell me everything is alright.

  “I thought we were meeting your father,” I say.

  He gives me a final glance and then looks ahead. We stop walking a stone throw away from the throne. The only Soleroids seated in the entire godsroom finally stand to their feet. An obtrusively fat herald dressed in a knee high dress and sandals steps up behind the throne. He is brandishing a shiny fanfare which he shortly blows against his fat pink worm-like lips. His cheeks pump with air as he blows and a cry rings out in the godsroom.

  “Suns of high. Suns of low. In the light of our brightest stars that never set, our Grace who has risen from the depths of abyss, and her seed and his bud. Our reigning Ki
ng, who was once dead but now lives, Queen Elertria. And her seed, the Prince Kravis and our heir bearer Sasha,” the herald sings.

  I scowl. Did the herald just refer to the Queen as King? Queen Elertria is a tall slender woman. She is certainly above forty but her pearl-like skin doesn’t have any line. And her body is to die for. She is dressed in velvet dress that flows around her. Her cleavage shows enough of two beautiful mounds to bestir any man, and her neck is heavy with jewels. She has a beautiful face, thin brown eyebrows, the same long eyelashes as Erien’s, copper eyes with a hint of green in them, and blood red lips that are a great contrast to her short hair which is so black that it appears blue. On top of her crop is a crown that is as long as her face. The crown is made entirely of sparkling diamonds that reflect the light from all angles. It is a breathtaking crown.