by Lena Grey
When he smiles, I know he’s up to something. “It is better.”
What could be better than his big, scaled dick? “What’s going on?”
“I’ve been talking to Char-let.”
“Oh, God,” I moan. “That can’t be good.”
“All is well.” Remmel squeezes my hand. “Char-let did not know we were mates and feels terrible about causing trouble between us. To make amends, she taught me special Terran mating habits.”
I’ve barely spoken to that bitch since Remmel and I became official mates, and I still don’t trust her. If she taught him some kinky shit, there’ll be hell to pay.
He opens the door to the hut and motions for me to go in. Our meager belongings have been pushed to the side and a single hide is spread out in the center of the small space. Ryn flower petals are strewn about.
Nothing kinky. Yet.
Taking my left hand, he leads me to the center of the hide, then gets down on one knee. I bite back a smile because I don’t want him to think I’m laughing at him.
“My dearest Jill-ee-un…”
“Yes?”
“The first time I saw you, I thought you were a puny, unappealing creature.”
“You did?!”
“Yes, I did.” He frowns at me. “Will you let me finish?”
“Sorry. Please continue.”
“Never have I been more wrong.”
“You can say that again!”
“Jill-ee-un,” he growls.
I twist my fingers in front of my lips to show that I’m locking them shut.
“From your golden mane and your beautiful face, to your sweet, juicy cunt and even your weeping feet, there is nothing unappealing about you. Your bravery knows no bounds, and you have the heart of a warrior. I am honored to call you my mate.”
Tears sting my eyes, and I realize that, for the first time in maybe forever, I’m at a loss for words. After that speech, Remmel is getting extra lucky tonight. I might cut Charlotte a little slack for helping him out.
He reaches into his boot pocket and pulls out a thin and shiny black ring. “As the Terrans from Urth say, I love you, Jill-ee-un. You are my forevermore bond. Will you also be my wife?”
I didn’t want to cry, but after that declaration, it’s full on waterworks. I still manage to choke out a declaration of my own. “I love you, too, Remmel. I am your forevermore bond, and yes, I’ll also be your wife. Will you also be my husband?”
He nods his consent and slips the ring on my finger. It molds to me like a second skin, which is… strange.
“I give you this ring as a symbol of my everlasting love and faithfulness. When you wear it, let it remind you that I always carry you in my heart and soul.”
“When I wear it? I’m never taking it off. It’s stunning.” I don’t ruin the moment by telling him I’m not sure I can take it off. It’s like a part of me now.
“It warms my heart that you are pleased with my gift.”
I hold my hand up and admire how the stone shimmers in the low hut light. “Where did you get this?”
“I carved it from a material brought from our home world called Rakuium. Most of it is gone now, yet I came across the small nugget many moons ago and put it in my hut.”
I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. “I love it and I love you. Thank you.”
“If you really wish to express your gratitude, you would remove your leathers and let me feast on your cunt.”
“Then that is what I’ll do.” With a throaty laugh, I strip off my clothes while he does the same. I lie down on the flower petals and part my legs for him. “Feast away, husband,” I say, and he lowers his head for a taste.
After an exhausting sex session involving multiple orgasms and plenty of feasting, I snuggle against Remmel’s warm, sleeping body and examine the unique ring he gave me.
I learned about Rakuium in the Cavern of Memory. It’s hard to believe that the stuff used to make my ring brought down an entire planet, an entire race.
I’m almost asleep when a slight vibration in my wrist tells me I have a new TEASE alert. With half-closed eyes, I tap my wrist and read the messages. Excited, I shake my sleeping mate.
“Remmel, wake up! You’re going to be a father!”
OVULATION: DETECTED.
IMPREGNATION: SUCCESSFUL.
TERRAN-ALIEN CONCEPTION: COMPLETE.
FATHER SPECIES: RAKUI.
ESTIMATED GESTATIONAL PERIOD: SIX TERRAN MONTHS.
COMING SOON: REYZON’S AND JENN’S STORY
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We hope you enjoyed Remmel’s and Jillian’s story. If you’re sad that their story is over, don’t be. They’ll be making appearances in future books. After all, there’s something special about Jillian’s ring, and we need to find out what that is!
The books in this series are loosely plotted before they’re written, because it’s important to know where the story is going before we get there. But even for authors, sometimes the best laid plans go awry.
This may sound crazy, but once in awhile a character will speak to me, usually in the wee hours of the morning when I should be sleeping. Jennifer Jacoby, the easily embarrassed professor aboard the Educator, was always meant to have a bit part in book 1 and never appear again. She was a throwaway character who came to me and asked a starring role.
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Excerpt from Trauhn
This is Chapter One from Trauhn, book 1 in the Rakui Warrior series, now available at Amazon.
Kenzie
“That concludes our unit on the Telluk species anatomy and physiology. Any questions before we move on to local culture and cuisine?”
“I have a question.” I’m the one student out of 12 who always has questions for the professors. After all, inquiring young minds want to know.
Professor Jacoby sighs. “Yes, Kenzie?”
I bite my lip to stifle a grin. I almost feel bad about what I’m going to ask because Jennifer Jacoby is the nicest and most straight-laced of the four professors aboard the Educator. But hey, we’re all adults, even if we sometimes act like preteen girls. “You talked about the female reproductive cycle, but you didn’t tell us much about the Telluk males. Are they, um, equipped like Terran guys?”
The all-female group of college seniors erupt into laughter and someone in the back of the high-tech classroom calls out, “Yeah, tell us about their junk!”
Professor Jacoby’s face turns splotchy red. “Settle down, ladies. After nearly a month traveling to Tellus II, our first planetary stop, I know everyone is feeling a little antsy.”
“More like horny,” another girl says. It might be Reese. The laughter turns into giggles.
With a tight smile, the professor stands prim and proper until the group is silent again. “Most humanoid alien males are… equipped… similar to human men. The Teluk males, however, have two penile organs and one testicle.”
“They have two cocks?” Jillian blurts out. “Where does the second one go?”
I fist-bump my BFF and cabinmate who’s seated next to me. Jillian has an inquiring mind too.
Poor Professor Jacoby looks like she’s going to either throw up or pass out. “Well, I, uh—” The professor’s interrupted by a series of loudspeaker beeps that signal an incoming broadcast over the comm system.
Attention students, professor,s and crew. T
his is Captain Jaynes speaking. We’re in the direct path of a rapidly forming solar storm, and we will be making evasive maneuvers to avoid the worst of it. I need all essential crew to report to the bridge. Everyone else must return to their quarters immediately and strap into their security seats because things may get a little bumpy. Once we’re clear of the storm, morning classes may resume. Captain Jaynes out.
Professor Jacoby claps her hands just as the first bit of turbulence hits, jostling the ship. “All right, ladies, you heard the captain. Everyone out of your seats and, in an orderly fashion, make your way quickly to your quarters. Move, move, move!”
Jillian clutches my arm as we scurry down the corridor toward our cabin while the ship jerks and shudders. “Dear God, please don’t let us die before we find out where that second cock goes.”
I laugh until I see the fear on her pale face. “We’re not going to die, Jilly,” I say with more conviction than I feel, my heart thumping hard in my chest. “The captain knows what she’s doing, and we trained for situations like this.”
Shortly after boarding the North America Sector’s starship for a Year of Interstellar Education–12 planets in 12 months—we had practiced what to do in various emergency scenarios. But I didn’t expect to use what we learned during those training drills. Space travel is supposed to be safer than conventional air travel. At least that’s what we were told.
We were also told it was an honor to be chosen for the Educator’s maiden voyage. All the students on the ship, including me and Jillian, are Interstellar Studies majors on scholarship and in their final year of college. We were selected for a Year of Interstellar Education as part of a new Earth Gov program designed to encourage more young women to choose space-based careers.
I’m not sure why the government picked me for this program. I’m not a techie like Jillian and Jade, a mechanical wiz like Gia, or pre-med like Faith. To be honest, I’m just an average student with an interest in space and haven’t mapped out a post-graduation career path.
Spending a year traveling to alien worlds is a dream come true for me. I was even more excited once I found out that Jillian had been chosen for the program, too, and that we’d be cabinmates during the journey.
Although our personalities are very different, Jillian and I have a lot in common, and we’ve been best friends since we were old enough to walk and talk. We were both abandoned at a young age by single mothers, had no known relatives, and grew up as government wards. We also share a fascination with the stars, space, and alien lifeforms.
Until now, the journey from Earth to Tellus II—the planet where the Telluks live—has been uneventful, and we’re due to arrive there in just a few days. I hope the solar storm doesn’t delay us.
Outside our cabin, Jillian presses her palm against the sensor. The door slides open and we tumble into the small, dorm-like room just as another burst of turbulence hits, sending us to our knees. We crawl across the cabin floor and pull ourselves into the safety seats.
“I think I should have paid better attention during the safety training,” Jillian says as she fumbles with the harness. “Do you know how this works, Kenz?”
“Yep, I got it.” My hands shake as I help Jillian strap in. Then, I secure my harness by looping the straps over my shoulders and clipping it securely between my legs. Movement draws my eyes toward the cabin’s small porthole window. “Holy shit, Jillian. Look at that.”
Outside the porthole is a stunning kaleidoscope of color and light. Chaotic flares of red, orange, green, and yellow flash outside the window in an ever-changing pattern of randomness as the ship hurtles through space.
“It’s beautiful,” Jillian says, awed.
“And deadly,” I respond softly, mesmerized by view. Despite all the man-made distractions on the ship, like vids, music, and gaming, I prefer gazing at the natural beauty of the stars. I’ve never seen anything like the solar storm surrounding the ship.
“Deadly?” Jillian nudges my arm. “I thought you said we’re not going to die.”
“The Educator is solid. We’ll be fine.” As if to contradict my words, the ship whips around, throwing us outward against the harnesses.
Paling, Jillian grips the arms of her seat. “What if we aren’t fine?”
“We will be,” I insist.
“But what if we aren’t? What if this is it? The death of our hopes and dreams… our young lives tragically ended by a freak cosmic storm.”
The thought gives me a queasy stomach. “Uh, Jilly, can we talk about something else?”
“Sorry.” Jillian shifts in her seat and tugs at the uncomfortable harness. “I’ll change the subject. What would be your biggest regret if the ship suddenly explodes into a deadly blaze?”
“That’s changing the subject?”
Jillian shrugs. “That’s all I’ve got. So go on, answer the question.”
I stare out at the storm while thinking about what to say. “I guess my answer would be that I’ve never really been in love.”
“You’ve had lots of boyfriends, Kenzie. What about Ben? You two were together for over two years.”
“That wasn’t love. Not the kind I’m looking for anyway.”
“And what kind is that?”
“The heart-pounding, panty-melting, can’t-live-without-you kind.”
Jillian laughs. “That’s called lust. Trust me, I know.”
“Well, I could never love a guy like Ben who puts his own needs before mine.”
“He cheated on you.”
“He did cheat on me, which proved beyond a doubt that his needs were more important than mine.”
“What kind of guy could you fall in love with?” Jillian asks.
I glance over at her with stars in my eyes. “Hmmm… let’s see. How about a strong and sexy alpha male type who worships the ground I walk on… makes me the center of his universe… who might even die for me. You know, the kind of guy who’s the total opposite of Ben. He could even be from another planet.”
Jillian laughs. “You’re describing the heroes from those silly romance vids we’ve been watching on Sunday afternoons. The ones where an average, everyday Terran woman gets swept off her feet by a beefy alien sex god, they encounter some sort of danger where he saves her life, and then they bone before living happily ever after.”
“They’re not silly,” I argue. “They’re romantic.”
Jillian rolls her eyes. “The people in those vids are actors, Kenzie. They’re playing out a fantasy. Relationships like that don’t happen in real life.”
“Sure they do. Remember the story about that Terran woman who was captured by alien sex slavers? She ended up falling for the big green guy who led the rescue effort to save her life.”
“Who could forget it?” Jillian scrunches up her face. “It was the 24/7 news story for weeks.”
“Well, I saw a story update a while back that said the couple now has two kids with one more on the way and couldn’t be happier. Unlike certain Terran men, most alien species commit to their partners for life, and the men would never cheat on the women they love.”
“So that’s why you were so excited for this trip,” Jillian teases. “You’re hoping to bag a hot alien husband.”
I laugh, although she isn’t wrong. Sure, I’m looking forward to the educational aspects of the program. But all 12 planets on the tour have intelligent life. If I meet an alien who sweeps me off my feet, I’m not opposed to settling down and popping out a few kids while living happily ever after light years from Earth.
“What about you?” I ask Jillian. “What would be your regret?”
“Since everyone I’ve ever cared about or trusted has abandoned me, present company excluded, I guess my regret would be that I never got the chance to fuck an alien.”
I laugh. Jillian’s always thinking about sex. “Be serious.”
“I am. You’ve got your fantasy, and I’ve got mine. How hot would it be to sleep with a guy who has two cocks or four arms? Do you know what a gu
y with four arms could do?”
“What could a guy with four arms do, Jilly?”
“A whole damn lot, that’s what. You’ve heard the rumors of how good Quamts are with their hands. All four of them.”
I had heard the rumors. “And what if you fell hard for a four-handed Quamt?”
Jillian grins. “I just might reconsider my stance on happily ever after.”
“You make settling down with someone you love sound like a compromise.”
“What can I say, Kenzie? I’m a realist. The odds of falling in love with an alien are slim. But the odds of fucking one?” Jillian waggles her perfectly arched brows. “Very, very high.”
“Sounds to me like you’re prepared to jump on the first alien cock that comes your way.”
“Hey, I do have some standards,” Jillian says with feigned offense. “It’s not like I’d fuck a Gortu. They don’t even have arms.”
Another burst of severe turbulence hits. This one is so strong we’re pulled away from our seats, straining against the harnesses that keep us from flying across the cabin.
Jillian screams. “Oh God. I take it back. If we get out of this alive, I’m fucking the first alien that looks at me twice, even if it is a Gortu!”
The ship’s lights flicker before going out and coming back on, and a worrisome chill crawls up my spine. The ship is operating on auxiliary power now. Not good.
Scratchy, low quality beeps broadcast over the comm system, signaling a message from the captain.
This is Captain Jaynes speaking. We’ve taken multiple direct hits, and the ship has suffered critical damage. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill.
The captain’s voice keeps cutting out, making it hard to understand what she is saying. I reach out and grab Jillian’s hand while we wait for the rest of her message.
I have initiated Evacuation Protocol Red. Professors should secure their teaching materials before evacuating. Students should immediately begin preparations for evacuation via the escape pods. Countdown to auto-launch will begin momentarily. It’s been a pleasure serving you. God bless and Godspeed. Captain Jaynes out.