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Alien’s Bride:  Lisette

Timid enslaved scientist Lisette is drawn to her austere master
Prax-Denay, but he’s from an alien subrace considered too loathsome to
breed with humans.  She’s instead pressured to marry his superior, the
cruel aristocrat Jorenkis.

The Dak-Hiliah conquered Earth to acquire the single resource they
lacked:  women to breed with.  Lisette, one of the few brilliant
scientists left in Earth’s war-ravaged population, is plucked from the
slave colony to help the scientist Prax-Denay.  Since Lisette’s gifted
and obedient her overseer promises she won’t be forced to marry against
her will.

But what if she wants to marry?

Both she and her temperamental master are under the thumb of
Jorenkis, an overindulged aristocrat who claims rights to Lisette long
before she arrives on his planet.  If Lisette were less introverted
she’d stand a better chance at deflecting his advances.  Her scientist
mentor Prax-Denay looked to be even crueler than Jorenkis, but Lisette’s
shy demeanor and impressive skill lights a spark in his eyes that’s
reflected in her own.

Something more than mere professionalism prevents Prax-Denay from
pursuing her.  Lisette is forced to learn how tyrannical her masters
truly are, and how dire her situation has become.

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Jorenkis stomped into the laboratory with enough force to agitate the
delicate specimen on Prax-Denay’s micro unit.  He managed to stay
focused on the short-lived bacterium despite his jaw tensing in anger.  
His superior was not only late, but deigned to invade the most delicate
area of his lab.

“Let’s talk, Prax.  Come into my office.”

“Later!”

“No.  Now.  And if I were you I’d watch my tone.”

Prax-Denay clenched his teeth and tried to focus on increasing his
magnification.  “This specimen is only vital for twelve segments.  Stop
disturbing me, you moron.”

“I really couldn’t care less about whatever you think you’re doing,”
Jorenkis said.  Prax-Denay knew this was true enough.  The young
aristocrat had very little concept of what went on in the lab.  “Put it
aside and come into my office.  I’ve decided you’ll need to accept
castration if you wish to continue your research.”

Prax-Denay lifted his head from the instrument slowly.  An icy
feeling seeped into his stomach and then regurgitated back upwards to
turn his saliva cold.  He looked at the spoiled blond Dak-Hiliah whom
he’d been forced to work under.  Jorenkis stood with his arms crossed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh?  You’re going to listen now?  Your precious specimen not so damn important after all?”

Prax-Denay looked back at his equipment and tried to reason through
his hysteria.  Jorenkis was joking or toying with him.  He had to be.  
How could anyone be so glib about dismembering another Dak-Hiliah?

But Jorenkis’ caste were the loudest advocates of Etiken
castration.  His manservant Shay-Henker had the procedure.  Prax-Denay’s
own brother had submitted to it.  Perhaps Jorenkis’ constant revulsion
toward him had been because he’d defied that perverse custom.  Was his
superior truly so insane?

“Why?” Prax-Denay said.

“Another scientist is joining this lab.  An Earth slave.  A female.”
Jorenkis lifted his nose.  “You’re supposed to be focusing on the
physiology of Dak-Hiliah and human hybrids now that we’re interbreeding
with them.  This woman is apparently some biology expert.”  He sneered.
“You obviously can’t be around a female…intact.”

“Why not?”  He was yelling.  The fool made his blood boil.

“Really, Prax?  You know why.  And I’m not referring to the old stereotypes.  Our sacred druid decreed—”

“The decree from Druid Archment applies to Dak-Hiliah noblewomen!  
Not human slaves!  And only manservants get castrated.  I’m the greatest
scientist our people have ever known!”

“Oh, spare me your egotism.  Archment said Etikens may only breed
with those within their caste.  If you leave the Etiken district you
should be castrated.  That’s the only way to make sure our former high
druid is obeyed.”  He drew a long breath.  “Now, concessions were made
for you because you’ve apparently produced some work of merit.  Women
are practically extinct anyway.  But then, here we are.  A woman is
coming to the lab.  She’ll be working with you.  It just has to be
done.  It’s irresponsible for me to allow you to be around her
otherwise.”

Prax-Denay’s chest heaved as he listened.  He felt himself nearing hyperventilation.

“This is a good thing, Prax.  I know from my experience with Henker
that castration really helps with temperament.  Your anger will finally
get under control.  Maybe it will help with your attitude, also.”

“Shut up!”  Spittle sprang forth with the shout.  “Don’t claim you’re
doing this to obey the fucking druid and then jabber that bigoted
drivel!”

Jorenkis scoffed.

“I refuse!  It’s a monstrous request—“

“Monstrous for an Etiken to get castrated?”

“—And if you had any decency you’d know that!”

“Then I’m shutting down the lab.”  Jorenkis shrugged.  “You can go back to the slums.”

“Go ahead and try!  The High Council will never allow it.  You answer
to Matoranis and he knows how important my work is.  You’ll shame
yourself for even mentioning this request!  You think our new
compassionate druid is in favor of Etiken castration?  This could be
just the catalyst to get this damned abomination finally banned
forever.”

Jorenkis groaned and rubbed his hands over his face.  “Of course you
have to make things difficult.  You’re like a child.  You throw a
tantrum every time I order you to do anything.”

Prax-Denay trembled with anger.

His superior huffed.  “Fine.  I won’t pursue it.”  His eyes
narrowed.  “But let’s get one thing understood:  this woman, scientist
or not, is a potential bride.  I’m claiming her.  We’re as good as
married.  Got it?”

“That’s a violation of the surrender agreement with Earth.”

“It’s not a violation if she’s willing.  I’m going to charm her into
marrying me.  I expect you to be your normal abhorrent self so she’ll
hate you as much as I do.  And keep your Etiken hands off her.  I see so
much as a pat on her shoulder and I’ll accuse you of trying to seduce
her.  I’ll have you shot with a sedative and under a robot surgeon the
same day.”

Prax-Denay spoke through his clenched teeth.  “Then I’ll have you shot—with a laser straight through your smug racist head.”

“Psh.  No you won’t.”  He turned on his heel and left.

Prax-Denay still trembled.  After several moments he forced himself to check the specimen.  Of course it was dead.

There was no need of a second scientist in his lab.  She was just an
excuse for Jorenkis to subjugate him.  He loathed the thought of a
bumbling slave meddling with his instruments.  Even worse was the threat
she represented.  How could Jorenkis speak of castration?  He was
disgusting.

Prax-Denay wasn’t some lowly manservant and nor was he the
animalistic sex fiend his ancestors were unfairly portrayed as.  He was
the discoverer of Instajant vaccine.  Every Dak-Hiliah, nay, nearly
every species in the universe, owed him a debt of gratitude.

Hopefully Jorenkis would hurry up and marry the human wretch so the repugnant threat she represented to him could be removed.

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Hunted by the Pack: Alaskan Were
After a life-shattering betrayal Kevin opts out of human society to live on his own in the Alaskan wilderness. He soon finds that he’s not alone in those isolated woods. Someone, or some thing, is beckoning him to go further into the wilds. Kevin knows that this creature wants him for his mate. Does he dare answer the call?

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If you want to talk bitter divorces, I win the medal. I’m talking having your best friend tell you she was cheating on you, only to not believe him and kick him out of your life.  Then to find out that he was right all along about a year later when it turns out the baby ain’t yours. The only reason I even found that out was because her lover got possessive and demanded a paternity test. I was still in a fog up until the results came back. I’d believed every lie she told me like it was gospel until that wrecking ball of irrefutable fact crashed into my chest. I lost the love of my life, I lost my best friend, and I lost my child.

After that, I was done.

Not just with her, with everything. With life.

I don’t mean I was suicidal, though maybe I was for little while, right at the point where things hurt too bad to let yourself think. I can’t say that if someone had handed me a gun at that point I wouldn’t have pulled the trigger. What I really mean, though, is that I was done with people. Done with society. If the person you trusted the most can do you so wrong, what hope do you have with the rest of the world? I didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone ever again.

So I plotted my escape. I had to settle the bullshit first. The divorce. The painful chore of separating yourself from who you thought was your soul mate. It was like pulling apart a snagging zipper. Every chink represented a bank account that had to be closed, an insurance policy that had to be canceled, a house that had to be sold. After that I had to disconnect myself from society. Sell my roofing business. Sell my car. Get rid of all the shit weighing me down.

If I had my choice I would have run the second after I learned little Joseph, apple of my eye who I thought had my grandfather’s strong chin, wasn’t my baby. But I ain’t dumb. I was going to do it right, with money and a plan. I was going to make my escape work long-term.

And I think it was good, that year of preparation. It put my head in a better place for when I finally left. Having a goal kept me going. When I finally got on the plane for Alaska I actually felt happy. The old life was gone. It was a new beginning. This time no one would be able to hurt me.

What was the plan? Well, that went back to my childhood. I met my grandpa exactly one time. I was eight years old and my mom insisted I meet her parents before they died. It was a big pain in the ass to get to them. They had optioned out of society in their fifties and set up a homestead in northern Alaska. To get to them you had to fly to Fairbanks, take two bush planes, and then hike 16 miles. At the end of the trail was their one room log cabin surrounded by mountains of firewood, a fish smoker, a rack for stretching hides, and a shed full of metal traps and fishing gear.

The summer I spent with them was the best one of my life. It was fishing, hunting, trapping, and bonding with my down to earth grandparents who loved me with all their hearts. Grandpa treated me like an apprentice. I loved learning how to survive without a grocery store. I kept telling him that I would come back and live just like him when I grew up.

The next year he died, and my mom went up without me to help her mother see to things. My grandma came back with her and lived with us for about two years before passing away herself. She told me more about that life I loved. I remembered thinking about that beautiful cabin and all their things…abandoned. Just waiting for me to come back to it. When the shit hit the fan in my life I knew exactly where I was going to go.

But like I said, I wasn’t stupid. Grandpa told me a lot of horror stories about people starving, freezing, or getting killed by animals. His closest neighbor, 170 miles away, had eaten his dog team to survive the year before I’d visited. These stories still rang in my ears twenty years later. I was going to load that cabin with food and supplies to make sure I never had to come crawling back to society. I was going to make it work.

That’s where all my money went. First to get me there, then to buy my gear, food, and tools; then to fly all that shit to the trailhead leading through dense forest. I strapped as much of it as I could to an ATV and drove up the first load.
My last bush plane was gone, but I had a satellite phone with a solar charger. It was May and I knew I’d have a few months to fortify things before being locked down by a -40 degree winter. I wasn’t scared. I was ready. Invigorated.

When I was about eight miles up the trail I started noticing how quiet it was. It was well above freezing. There should have been birds or at least the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

There was nothing. The only sound was the engine of the ATV. I got a weird feeling in my stomach, like I was being watched. The willows and alders were too tight to see that far through. I still craned my neck. I just couldn’t shake that creepy feeling. It seemed to get worse the closer I got to the cabin.

I’m not saying the feeling subsided once I was there—but the homestead was such a mess I stopped being spooked and got serious. Part of the roof was caved in. The chimney for the wood stove was crumbled. All the windows were smashed and there were years of rodent crap and debris piled inside. I wanted to get to work straight away, but I still had four more loads to haul. Thankfully I’d prepared for this, but it was still a shock.

By the time I was able to move from my tent into the actual cabin, May had turned into June. Full days of good honest hard work made the time go by fast. I was feeling alive again with clean air and solitude. The new environment, with none of the sights, sounds, or smells to remind me of my grief, did wonders for me. Bringing the cabin back to its former glory made me beam with pride. I hoped my grandpa was overhead watching it all.

But then, I never got over that creepiness that I’d felt the first time I drove up. I still had this feeling I was being watched. I started seeing shadows darting through the trees from the corner of my eye. I kept telling myself this had to be the way of the woods. Isolation made the mind play tricks on you. One time though, I swore I saw something insane. The black outline of some animal was shielded by a half dozen alders. Whatever it was, it stood on two legs and was bigger than a man. I stared at it for a while blinking hard. I kept hoping my eyes would make sense of what I was seeing and I’d realize it was nothing. Maybe it was a bear standing on its hind legs? That didn’t seem right to me. Whatever it was gave me eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. As though it wanted me to see it.

I snapped out of my daze and went for my gun. When I moved back to brace it against the woodpile the thing was gone. Now I knew for sure something had been there because there was clear light streaming where there had been a black void of a shape before. I couldn’t shake my fear enough to get anything done the rest of the day.

The place was different from when my grandpa had lived there. It had been vacant twenty years and in that time a new atmosphere had come in. This wasn’t the joyful paradise I knew as a kid. It had gotten dangerous…macabre even. It was like my playground had grown up while I was gone.

Thankfully I’d grown up, too. I wasn’t going to let a Bigfoot or anything else ruin my dream. I still loved it here. I loved shouting, “I’m alive!” at the top of my lungs with no one around to hear me. Hell, I even loved shitting in the outhouse. Who needs plumbing? Plumbing comes with a bill. Bills require an income. Making money means you have to deal with society. You have to open up your shirt, bare your heart, and draw a target on it. The Hell with that. I was free out here.
In the middle of June it got warm enough to skinny-dip in the lake. I scrubbed myself clean and then lay on the bank in the sun. While I was lying there, perfectly relaxed, my thoughts started to wander. For over a year my sexual desire had gone to zero. I couldn’t get hard without thinking about Lisa, and how she’d been fucking around on me. Taking another man’s seed. Spawning his brat. This, after how I’d shared my life with her, provided for her, loved her as much as any man could.

Anyway, I shoved thoughts of her out of my head, and just thought about sex. A hot mouth on my dick, tugging and sucking, taking me all the way to the root. I got good and swollen, but didn’t touch my cock yet. First I played with my nipples. My fingers teased them into hard buds, then I pinched and plucked at them. I bit my lower lip and let out hisses of pleasure. The dormant flesh had come alive again.

My cock grew hard enough to curve toward my belly. I still kept my hands off it. It had been so long I would explode fast. I wanted to savor it. I ran my hands up and down my naked body, letting my thoughts run wild. My asshole clenched and my cock gave a little lurch. A droplet of precum trickled onto my belly.

I rubbed my hands over my groin and then cupped my nuts. Fuck—my dick was throbbing now. Pulsing along with the beat of my heart. I massaged my testicles with one hand, and rubbed underneath them with the other. Now I was wincing. Soft little moans were coming out of my lips. A prickly pre-orgasmic tickle was coming from the inside of my cock outward. My body curled upwards.

“Ohh, yeah.”

I rubbed under my nuts hard, loving the sublime pleasure throb that had my asshole clenching. The prickly feeling in my shaft got to be too much. I seized my cock and yanked out a powerful orgasm. I could feel my cock convulsing in my hand. My stomach cramped with each hot spasm. I shouted my grunts. A huge load was getting painted on my belly—my cock just wouldn’t quit. Hard, shattering spasms of pleasure brought me to a whimper. Even when I was out of juice my cock kept seizing. Clenching tight with ecstasy, then releasing.
I finally collapsed back while gasping for breath. It took a while for my chest to stop heaving. My dick still gave off little twitches that made my stomach lurch.

When my breathing steadied I realized it still sounded loud in my ears. I opened my eyes. Something was breathing hard, but it wasn’t me. I jolted to sit up and looked behind me.

I saw the head of wolf for a millisecond, except it was too huge to be a wolf. It turned into a black blur and darted into the trees. It had been right next to me!
Now I scrambled to my feet. Whatever it was crashed through the forest like a Buick. I could still see the blackness moving, though blocked by a thousand branches.

What the fuck was that!

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Aliens Bride

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Aliens Bride - A new full-lenth erotic sci-fi novel by Yaoimila!!!

Selena’s romantic heart yearns for a love unavailable to her in the slave colony. She finds the courage to make her alien masters notice her—right when two generals have been promised a human bride.  Selena must give herself to not one, but two husbands.

General Hern’s act of valor has earned him any reward he wants.  He requests a human bride, one he intends to share with his equal, General Xaroth.  Their opposing philosophies has divided their troops and harmed the Dak-Hiliah Empire.  Hern wants to use a human woman as a tool to finally bring them together.  He never intended on falling in love with her.

General Xaroth has the same goals as Hern for the Dak-Hiliah Empire.  He merely pursues them without any of Hern’s foolish compassion.  Xaroth knows Hern is offering to share this woman with him to temper his callous methods.  He’s not about to let himself be influenced…and certainly not by a woman as gentle and alluring as Selena.

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“They’re going to catch you, and you’re going to get collared,” Selena’s older sister Lucretia said while balancing her baby on one hip. 

Selena folded a towel and clean undergarments into a tattered mesh laundry bag without looking at her.  “Don’t jinx me.”  She grabbed her toothbrush and the box of dental powder, but then thought twice and put them back into the locker beside her bunk bed.  The thin cardboard box let the powder spill out everywhere.  The last thing she needed to do was give the sentinel robots a trail to follow.

“Don’t go,” Lucretia said, with mounting frustration in her voice.  “This is the worst possible time to be taking this risk.  You’re almost guaranteed to get caught.”

Selena stood and hoisted her bundle of bathing supplies over one shoulder.  “Even if I get caught they know I’m not escaping.  The latrines are disgusting.  I just want to bathe somewhere nice for once.”

“Would you stop being idiotic?  His ship came in last night.  That bastard’s on the planet’s surface somewhere.  I mean—can’t you at least wait until he’s gone?”

One side of Selena’s mouth pulled up in a smile.  Her back was to her sister, so the devious grin remained hidden.  She turned to her with a neutral face and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

Lucretia groaned, and small wrinkles formed on her forehead.  She was only four years Selena’s senior, but looked nearer to ten.  Selena felt she was having her babies too close together.  At 28 she’d already mothered four children, averaging one a year.  She’d followed their alien master’s orders to a fault, Selena felt.  But then, Lucretia always did what she was told.  For Selena there were some things even more terrible than the ire of their masters. 

She dashed out of the massive living quarters before her sister could come up with another argument.  Her legs became shaky when she arrived at the back of the Quonset hut that was used as the slaves’ meetinghouse.  Just down through the ravine and over the gully and she would be officially outside the boundary. 

Before she could will her feet to a sprint, a sentinel robot rolled by her on metal tank treads.  It didn’t turn its cylinder head in her direction since the dense things couldn’t tell when someone was poised to escape.  Selena waited until it rounded a corner and then darted for the gully.  She had seven seconds before the next sentinel appeared.  She managed to get out of sight with scant seconds to spare.

She huddled in the brush on the other side of the gully while gasping for breath.  Two.  Three.  Four seconds passed without any sounds from a pursuer.  Selena lifted her head from the leaf litter to look back.  The path behind her was clear.  She placed a hand to her chest and tried to will her heartbeat to slow.  The first hurdle was cleared.  It looked as though she’d have an uneventful bath in the beautiful mountain lake, which was fine enough.
 
She peeled off her clothes and splashed into the water.
 
“Oh God, yes!”
 
A laugh erupted from her.  She didn’t care about being loud.  The dismal slave colony was far behind her.  She let her pale skin become shocked by the cold water and then dunked her head.  Streams poured from her long auburn strands of hair when she stood.

She went deeper to swim on her back.  Her small breasts poked out of the water catching dapples of sunlight screened by overhanging bows.  She could stay until dinnertime at least.  That was the only ritual in the drudgery of her slave life where she’d be missed.  Then she would just have the challenge of hiding her pruned fingers from her seatmates.

In an hour’s time she’d finished the actual task of bathing.  Working in the communal gardens had crammed dirt beneath her fingernails and coated her with a layer of grime that had to be scrubbed clean.  She shampooed her hair with her ration of soap powder.  Now, cleaner than she had been in weeks, she let herself languish in the shaded shallows.  The forest was full of bird song around her and the sky was a gorgeous blue painting with plump airbrushed clouds in staggered clumps.  Selena let her mind wander.

In her daydream a handsome alien, similar to Lord Elentinus but with eyes far less cruel, walked up to her as she sunned herself on the beach.  She was wearing a cotton yellow dress she’d had before the war.

“You know, women who are disobedient get forced to marry one of the Dak-Hiliah,” the dream alien would say.

Selena would sit up with a serious face.  She’d try to be strong before her enemy since she imagined all the Dak-Hiliah were warriors, and wished for fierce women to complement them. 

“Maybe I want to be a bride.”

“Are you a fool?” he’d ask, while not yet knowing whether to take her seriously.  “Haven’t those renegade ex-wives in the colony warned you about us?”

She thought briefly about the Russian women who’d been exiled to the colony after running away from their alien husbands.  Selena tried her best to avoid listening to their horror stories.  The dream of a good alien husband was all she had.

“I’ve heard other things, too,” Selena would say to the handsome alien.  “I heard that Lenora Winquist was happy with her husband.  Your rules changed, didn’t they?  I heard you’re not obligated to be cruel to your wives anymore.”

Then he’d kneel so he could take her hand.  “It’s true,” he’d say.  “I would be kind to you.”

Selena gave a languorous sigh.  She’d had many variations of the fantasy, but this was the first time she could daydream without the fear of interruption.  She imagined the handsome alien plucking her up in his strong arms and carrying her away.  Away from the colony.  Away from the obligation to breed with smug overfed boys who thought their rarity made them better than her.  Away from filth and endless days of tedium.

Something that sounded like a deer was crashing through the forest on the bank leftward from her.  Selena swam toward the din to catch a glimpse.  She traversed some frighteningly deep water to make it to a sandbar where her toes could touch bottom.  Twelve feet up was a ridge that dropped steeply at the water’s edge.  Selena shielded her eyes from the sun and gazed upwards.
A big man emerged from the trees.  Selena realized his blue skin with a jolt to her middle.

She ducked and waded as fast and quietly as she could into the shadow of the ridge.  Her heart thumped with enough power to make her feel like her chest expanded with every beat.  She covered her mouth with a wet hand and tried to compose herself.

The alien hadn’t seen her.  She was almost sure—his eyes were raised up, like he was surveying their conquered land.  He wasn’t Lord Elentinus.  Their master had shorter silver hair and a coolly evil expression that never seemed to change.  This man had strands of silver and brown spilling far past his broad shoulders.  He looked a bit younger than Elentinus, too, and his expression was neutral.

Selena’s heartbeat wouldn’t slow.  He was handsome.  She’d caught that with just a glimpse, and it made her blush now.  This might have been her fantasy husband in the flesh, and here she was, hiding.

She closed her eyes tight.  To reveal herself would be idiotic.  She was an escapee right now, and this was the enemy.  She risked getting the shock collar—a pain so severe it made other slaves urinate on themselves and choke out blood-curdling screams.

But then…why did she come out here?  Wasn’t she trying to get caught?  Was that a real plan or just another of her daydreams?  Here was an alien, a potential husband, someone who could take her away from her miserable fate.  
This alien might just be someone who would cherish her.  Wasn’t that worth the risk of the shock collar?

Selena unfurled her clenched arms from her body and swam out of the shadows.  Her stomach felt like it had tied itself in a knot.  She turned with her lower lip trembling to look up at the ridge.

The alien locked eyes with her at once.  That was it.  He’d seen her.  There was no turning back.

She kept one arm over her breasts which were already hidden by the water.  With the other she sheepishly waved.  It was a weak twiddling of her fingers accompanied by an even weaker smile.  She knew how stupid it was even as she did it—but she had to do something.  The alien had to know she was allowing herself to be seen, and not someone caught in an attempted escape.

He said something.  Selena was close enough to hear him, but the words were nonsense.  This surprised her.  She assumed they all spoke English the way Elentinus did.

The alien didn’t seal his lips after uttering the foreign words.  He stared at her agape and transfixed.  Selena saw his eyes swimming over her face and bare shoulders.  She couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw.  There was no indication of pleasure.  She wasn’t even sure if she repulsed him or not, until he swallowed while slowly blinking.  It was as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  For a moment Selena felt like a pixie or a water sprite. 

She lowered her idiotically waving hand and returned his stare.  He might not have been a warlord, like Elentinus, but he was certainly at least a warrior.  He was wearing a black mesh garb with silver armor attached, and what looked like guns on his hip and shoulder.  He was muscular enough to have his definition come through the costume.  His face was movie-star caliber (even if the old magazines she had for reference were sun-faded) he had lovely full lips and kind eyes.  Of course, his flesh was blue with pink markings and he had horns on his head and shoulders.  Selena could easily ignore his alien features to focus on the handsome man beneath them. 

They’d examined each other for several minutes.  Selena’s eyes lowered.  What now?  The alien started talking to her, recapturing her gaze.  It was all gibberish, but he said it with subdued tones.  She sensed no harshness—in fact, it almost sounded like poetry.

Someone else broke through the thick woods behind him.  Selena’s heart rate revved up again.  She recognized this second alien as Elentinus’ obnoxious manservant Hor-Denay.  He addressed the stranger first with kind alien-speak.  The handsome alien tipped his nose toward her while saying more foreign words.  Hor-Denay fixed on her with a scowl.

“What are you doing out here?” he said in English.  “Do you have permission to be here?  What’s your name!”

Selena’s teeth chattered as she tried to find her voice.  “I—it’s Selena.”

“Clothe yourself!”  He turned back to the stranger and spoke to him in their language.  As he did he pulled a small device from his armor and pressed a button to activate it.  He yelled into it with angry alien words. 

Selena’s stomach sank.  She felt paralyzed, but knew she had to rush to the bank to dress.  Before she could the stranger met her gaze once again.  His eyes appeared sympathetic.  His beautiful lips formed a soft smile, and then he lifted his hand to twiddle his fingers the way she had.

Selena got a pang in her tense middle.

Then the aliens were pushing through the brush and trees to go.  Selena splashed toward the bank as fast as her limbs would move her.  She dried herself speedily and managed to throw on her clothes before the first of three sentinel robots thundered over the ground to snatch her.

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