Trent (Zenkian Warriors) (A Sci Fi Alien Abduction Romance)

by Maia Starr

  "We were caught in an asteroid field. A large one took out half of our ship and we had to seal it off and jump into hyperspeed very quickly. The crew did not have time to buckle in with a large rock barreling down on us. The jump knocked all of us clear across the flight deck and we hit the wall. The next thing I knew, I was waking up here," I said, lying to her.

  It was the standard story that my crew and I had memorized if we ever were caught in a situation such as this. The threat of the purists was something we were prepared to keep a secret from Earth, and that meant getting our lies straight. If any of my crew woke up, they would have the same exact story.

  She looked at me confused and said, "Then when did you activate the distress call if you were unconscious from hitting the wall?"

  She was wise. She was observant. She was dangerous. I smiled at her and said, "It is automatically activated when half of your ship is blown off. It is that way on all Drackon ships."

  Her shoulders dropped as she let down her guard and believed what I had told her. Then she continued, "I understand. Now tell me, Drackon weredragon, are you injured?"

  "My left arm feels a little tender and bruised, but honestly, I will not know if I'm injured until I move. Since I am so tied down to this table, I will not know what hurts until I try to move it," I said, arching an eyebrow at her.

  "Oh, I'm so sorry. Allow me," she said as she went to work unbuckling the straps that attached me to the table. When the last one was off, I sat up. I was fine, except for my left arm. I stood up on my feet and walked around in a circle while she watched. I liked watching her watch me; it was enjoyable to see her head arched back as she looked up at me. She was very petite.

  "Well, Dr. Maltra, I seem to be fine..."

  "Yes, you are," she whispered under her breath.

  "What was that?" I said, looking at her and noticing that her gaze was directly on my crotch. Her head snapped up and her eyes met mine immediately as she said, "What? Um, I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

  "I said I seemed to be fine, except for the soreness in my left arm," I smiled and walked directly toward her. As I got closer she took a step backwards still looking up at me.

  "If you will sit down, I will take a look at your arm. I will examine it with the scanner for any internal damage," she said, clearing her throat.

  I sat down on the table and she grabbed a device. A blue light scanned over my arm and then she looked at the screen on the device. She was quiet and focused as she worked. I enjoyed watching her work. I knew this type of behavior from a human female. It was familiar to me. The Drackon females were very docile and did not do much but breed and keep house on the world of Mooreah. But the human females were far more dominating.

  I had seen it and lived it because my mother was a human female. She was a very intelligent woman that spent her time learning new information every day. She enjoyed her work examining plant life on the planet of Mooreah, our home. She never stopped moving. I admired that quality in her. I admired it even more, the more that I became familiar with the Drackon females, whom I quickly found boring. Now, for the first time, I was seeing that focus and determination once more, and it came in the form of Dr. Maltra.

  "You do not have any broken bones or damaged tissue. You are only a little bruised. You should be fine after I put this arnica ointment on you and bandage it. It will need to be done for an entire week, then you will be healed."

  "Thank you, Dr. Maltra," I said, taking this time to look at her petite but ample form. She was delicious. I allowed my eyes to move over her slowly. I felt her gaze land on me, but that did not stop me from looking at her hips and firm ass.

  "I'll get the ointment. I think it would be wise for you to keep an eye on your warriors. No doubt they would be comforted if they saw you since they will be waking up on an unfamiliar ship," she said as she moved away from me.

  I didn't bother meeting her eyes as she talked to me; instead I kept my eyes on her firm ass as she walked away and I said, "That is a great idea, Dr. Maltra."

  When she returned, she had ointment and a bandage roll that she sat beside me.

  "Lift your arm, please," she said as she poured some ointment into her hands. I smiled, knowing that she was about to put her hands on my strong, hard arm. I lifted it for her and she looked at it for a second before she placed her hands on it. As soon as her hands were touching my skin, I got another strong whiff of her pheromones, but this time it was as if I wasn't inhaling it. This time it felt like my skin was soaking in her pheromones from her hands. I grew hard instantly. She tilted her head and looked up at me with her large, green eyes and black lashes, as though she felt it too, but how could she?

  "Everything all right?" I whispered in a thick, throaty voice that I did not mean to speak in; it just happened.

  "Yes, fine…" she said as her eyes unlocked from mine and moved back to my arm. Her fingers began to massage my sore muscles with the ointment, and it felt like heaven. It felt so damn good that I thought I might explode at any second, as I grew harder and harder. If she were to look down at my lap, it would be very obvious. I willed her silently to look, hoping she would catch a glimpse at just how large I was when I was hard like this. I found myself wanting to impress her. I found myself wanting her. It was so extreme that I wanted to take her right then and there, as though we were the only ones in the entire room. But then we were interrupted when we heard…

  "Drin?"

  The sound of my brother's voice immediately snapped me out of the spell this human female had me under. Not only did it remind me that we were not alone, but it reminded me of my promise to my father. It was a very timely interruption, but all selfishness aside, I was glad to know my brother was awake and all right. I jumped off the table and together, Dr. Maltra and I moved to his side.

  "Eral, are you all right?" I asked him as a put my hands on his arm.

  "Yes, I think so. Drin, where are we?" he said with his brown eyes wide, looking around.

  "It is all right. We are with friends. We were rescued by an Earth ship known as the A.R.S., and they are helping us. This is Dr. Maltra. She is going to check you out to see if you were injured. She is to be trusted," I said as I looked at Dr. Maltra standing beside me. She looked at me with a soft smile, as though she appreciated me introducing her in such away. I don't know how long we were staring at each other, but it felt like a few minutes and must've been obvious, because my brother interrupted and said, "If you are done staring at the human female, do you think you can unstrap me, brother?" His tone was stern, and I knew why. He was thinking about the promise, the promise we made to father. His tone was his way of reminding me.

  "Yes, I'm so sorry," Dr. Maltra said as she began to unstrap Eral. She began to nervously ramble as she said, "Your vitals look normal; please tell me if you experience any feeling of injury or dizziness."

  I looked at my brother, who was staring at me with a cold stare. His eyes never moved from mine and I sort of rolled my eyes at him and took a few steps back as he sat up and then walked around on his feet. He stretched his arms high over his head and twisted at the waist. He lifted his knees and did a thorough check. "I think I'm all right. What about you, Drin?"

  "No need to worry, brother. Just a little injury on my left arm, but the doctor here is taking good care of it. She was just about to bandage it," I said as I looked over at Dr. Maltra and smiled. Just when I was going to feel excited to continue our little massage and bandage routine, the door to the infirmary opened.

  "Dr. Maltra, please report." A human male with silver hair and a muscular build walked in with purpose. Judging by his uniform, he was a captain. He stopped in his tracks when he saw my brother and I and said, "Pardon me, Drackon. I was not aware that any of you had awakened. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Captain Jones. You are on the A.R.S., a research vessel from Earth. We are glad to be able to assist."

  "Captain Jones, I am Captain Ky-Vesa. On behalf of my crew and of the Drackon, I would like to thank you for y
our assistance and rescue. We were in dire straits. Thank you for your medical care as well; it is top rate," I said as I looked over at Dr. Maltra. She blushed a little.

  "I would like to think the rescue would be returned if the situation were reversed," Captain Jones said to me. Then he continued, "Captain, are your warriors in good condition?"

  "Yes, all is well; a few minor bruises and cuts. I know the others will awaken shortly, as they were just knocked unconscious by hyperspeed and not being belted into seats. Perhaps minor concussions, but nothing major is expected."

  "That is good to hear. Captain, if you are up to it, would you join me in my office to discuss the circumstances and details of what happened? It will need to be logged, as you know the procedure," Captain Jones said to me.

  "Of course. I am ready to do that now," I said stepping toward him.

  "I will join you," my brother said.

  "No, Eral it is best that you stay here so that when the other warriors awaken, they have a familiar face that can explain to them what has happened," I said to him.

  "Yes, of course, Captain," my brother said to me.

  "Lead the way, Captain Jones," I said as I followed him out of the infirmary and into the halls of the ship. I wasn't worried at all to leave my brother alone in case Dr. Maltra began to question him; he would have the same asteroid story that I had. It is what I was going to tell the captain for his log and for the relations between Earth and Mooreah.

  As I sat with the captain in his office, I found him to be an honest and honorable human. I explained the asteroid story and how our ship became damaged. I explained hyperspeed and knocking us unconscious and our distress signal. He seemed to believe the story. When all was logged and final, he looked at me and said, "After your rescue, Captain Ky-Vesa, we made the jump to hyperspeed as we were unsure about how your ship was damaged. If you were under attack, we wanted to move as far away from any sort of threat as fast as possible. We are very close to Earth and because of that, we are going to go ahead and enter Earth's atmosphere. There, you can meet with the Earth Council and establish communication with whomever needs to be notified on Mooreah. I am sure Earth will be more than happy to get you on the next cargo flight to Mooreah for you and your crew."

  "Thank you, Captain Jones; that is more than suitable. I will need to notify my superior once I have established communication from Earth. My crew and I would be honored to join you on the journey to Earth, as I have never seen the beautiful planet, and neither has my crew. I hold you in the highest esteem for your rescue and hospitality. How long before we arrive on Earth? I hope that we are not taking up too much space and resources aboard your ship?"

  "No, not at all. We arrive in a week. This research vessel was equipped to handle six more months in space, so we have plenty of resources, food, and water available for you and your crew. And as for space, you, the captain of your ship, will have your own quarters in the guest cabin. However, it is the only sleeping space we have free and I'm afraid the rest of your crew will need to make camp in the infirmary. We shall make it as comfortable as possible for your crew."

  "That is more than adequate, Captain Jones. Thank you again. Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to see if my crew has awakened and if they are in good medical standing," I said as I stood up, ready to leave the office.

  Captain Jones stood up and extended his hand to shake mine and said, "Of course. A good captain is always thinking of the crew. Dr. Maltra does have some experience seeing to the medical needs of weredragons, so you are in good hands."

  "I do not doubt her expertise," I said as I began to walk out the door, but the captain stopped me with one last question.

  "Captain Ky-Vesa, one last question. We have heard rumors on Earth of a sudden revolt against the Drackon mating with human females. It is just rumors, yet enough to have us take certain precautions. Is it true?" he asked.

  I did not know what to say, because this captain had rescued me and my crew and I owed him honesty, yet I was under specific orders from the king not to speak of the revolt. I had to honor my king.

  "It is unfortunate those rumors have been circulating, but there is no reason to think there is any danger in it. The Drackon, just like humans, are full of different thinking minds and not all the minds think in the same way. Captain Jones, there is no reason to think there is any danger involved in a few thinking an opposition of the majority. Now, if you will excuse me," I said as I quickly walked into the hall before he could give me a follow-up question.

  Chapter 3

  DR. FELICITY MALTRA

  I wanted to force myself to think that my fascination with Captain Ky-Vesa was purely medical, but I knew I was kidding myself. He was unlike anything I had ever seen. Not only in the attractive sense, but also just in his overall being. He was different than the typical Drackon warriors I had seen before because he was not typical, he was special… he was a hybrid.

  I knew of their existence, but I had never seen one in person before. Even though he was not shifted into full dragon form, where I could see the spectacular colors of a hybrid weredragon, there was still something very different about him. I guess it was because he was more human than Drackon. His tall, muscular form was like the form of a human male, only so much taller. His strong, muscular body was very tone and firm, more so than a human male. His eyes were that of a Drackon, with the yellow, vertical pupil, like a cat, crossing over his brown eyes. His strong facial features with a squared jaw and full lips were almost romantic and more human than alien.

  I hoped that I would get a chance to see him shift into a weredragon. I knew the hybrids were faster in speed than your average Drackon and were something to look at. But the unusual circumstances of this rescue made it very unclear to me what would happen once we returned to Earth and I knew I may never get a chance to see Captain Ky-Vesa in his full weredragon form. Of course, I didn’t know then that this mysterious hybrid was going to be intertwined with my fate.

  After Captain Ky-Vesa’s crew awoke and I tended to them, I was ordered to arrange for the infirmary to be their living quarters. I was glad for it because it would be easier to keep an eye on them in case they had residual side effects from the minor injuries they suffered. It had been two days since we rescued them, and every day we were closer and closer to Earth and I grew more anxious. I did not want this voyage to end because I now had five weredragons under my care and the curious doctor in me enjoyed the chance to treat them and learn more about their bio engineering. It completely fascinated me. However, Captain Ky-Vesa had his own quarters, which I was in the act of walking to in order to change the bandage on his arm.

  I knocked on the door and quickly straightened my hair, fixing my bangs that rested on my forehead and pulling my ponytail tighter and higher. The door opened and Captain Ky-Vesa stood there with his shirt off and a large grin on his face. My eyes went directly to his toned, six-pack abs—not that I had a choice. At my five-foot height, his abs were directly in front of my eyes.

  "Dr. Maltra, nice of you to visit. What can I do for you?" he asked, leaning against the side of the doorway.

  "It is what I can do for you," I said as I held up the ointment on the one hand and a roll of bandages in the other.

  "Oh, the possibilities…” He grinned. I gasped at his reply, as though it offended me, but deep inside, those possibilities he spoke of had me growing heated. I had to ignore it. I was a professional doctor, after all.

  "Come in, and Dr. Maltra, call me Drin," he said, moving aside and gesturing for me to enter his small quarters.

  "Thank you, Drin. You may call me Felicity. Please, have a seat so that I can do my work," I said as I moved over to the desk with the chair in front of it.

  "As you command, Felicity,” he said playfully as he sat down. I began to remove the bandages from his muscular arm. I felt my body tense up at the closeness and the manly scent radiating from him. His warmth was intoxicating and his silence was letting my mind wander to naughty thoughts. I ne
eded a distraction. So I began to ramble on.

  "I checked on your crew. They are all doing very well, including your brother, medically speaking. They seem to be excited to go to Earth as they have never been, or so they say. Have you been, Drin? I am sure you will love it if you have not been and—"

  "No, I have not. I think I can speak for my crew when I say they have not been to Earth either. We are all very excited to see the beautiful, blue planet. I have heard great things."

  "I have heard great things about your planets of Mooreah and Sala as well. I hope to one day be able to see them," I said to him.

  "Oh, is that so? Have you registered? Is that what you mean by seeing it one day? You're waiting for your chance to marry into a Drackon marriage arrangement?" he asked me.

  "Registered? Me? No, absolutely not. I am not a human female that is ready to be taken away just for breeding purposes. I have far too much going on for that. I merely meant I wanted to experience your planet as a visitor. Especially from a research perspective; it is very fascinating."