My Alien Prince: Claimed by the Atrexu (SciFi BBW Alien Romance) (6 page)

“Or,” Ev'Ax said, busy with his medical equipment, “it was simply a symbolic act. She's likely an accomplished warrior and at all cost wanted to avoid harming us. So she used the lowest setting as both a warning and a demonstration that she could have killed you, but refrained. It would then be dishonorable of us to continue our actions. Doubtlessly she has the highest possible code of conduct and honor. And I fear now that she will hold us in contempt because we failed to cease our apprehension of her, necessary thought it was.”

“Such gallantry!” the prince marveled, deeply touched by the alien female's act. “If only our own women would display such spirit and honor, why, I would not need to go to other civilizations to find a wife.”

“Very noble behavior,” Ev'Ax agreed. He glanced up at the prince with a significant look in his eyes. “One might say, almost
royal
behavior...”

That same thought had already occurred to the prince. If indeed this woman was as he now thought and hoped, then there was every chance she was true wife material. Princess material. Queen material. Empress material... And in the night time, if her body was indeed as curvy as it looked...

He shook his head to clear his mind of idle daydreams, again feeling the pleasant but entirely inappropriate pressure in his crotch. This woman bewitched him, even when she was unconscious.

He carefully placed the alien weapon in a utility locker, out of reach of the alien female warrior. If she got hold of it again, with that fighting spirit of hers, they'd all be in trouble.

“I gave her a stimulant,” Ev'Ax said. “And just a little bit of a mood enhancer, as is standard procedure in battlefield medicine.” He scratched his chin. “Also I think it's probably for the best, in view of her alien fighting skill and... umm... possible anger. Did you put her weapon somewhere safe? Okay, she's coming around.”

I
t was like rising to the surface from the bottom of a pool, seeing daylight above her. And then Emily was all there, sitting in a chair and held snugly by some sort of harness.

She took a moment getting her bearings. There were some men there. Two facing her, and one with his back to her, driving a bus. No... where was the steering wheel? What the hell was he driving, anyway? An airplane? There was a windshield in front of him, and everything outside was black. Except for some stars. Night time. Hm. A flight. At night. A flight at night! Those words went so well together she had to giggle.

One of the others seemed to be packing up some stuff into a bag. And the third guy...

She felt her jaw falling down to her chest, and her eyes widen. That was the most spectacular looking guy she'd ever seen. Chiseled face and big eyes and wavy hair and what the
fuck,
was that his
body?
He had shoulders like those pro wrestlers on TV, but he was much younger and slimmer than them! It was like he was just radiating handsome. No, that was not just your ordinary handsomeness – that was
beauty
right there. And he was looking right at her with a look on his face that was so worried she laughed out loud. But those eyes...

“Oh my fuck. You're the most sensational man I've ever seen,” she said honestly. It had to be said, it was just true, and the words ran out of her by themselves. “Are you from the admin section?”

She couldn't imagine anyone looking like that being anything other than a high-ranking official. “It's okay! I don't mind. Most of those are total jerkoffs. But not all of them, I'm sure. I wouldn't know because the only ones I met from there are just a-holes, you know? Especially that what's his face, Cadet Member. No, Beller. No, Meller! Such a total waste of space. You know, like, because there isn't that much space on the station. The space station! Space on the space station! Ha ha ha! But seriously, why are you staring at me like that? It's not that I mind! Don't stop! You have some
gigantic
eyes there, did you know that?”

An important thought came into her mind, something she always wondered when she met a new guy. But she could just ask! She wanted to slap her forehead. Why had she never done
that
before? Well, she would do it now and maybe make a note of it. “Is your cock really big, too? I ask because I like them big. I think. Never had one that big, you know. Just average. Which is okay! As long as it isn't small. But you know, actually, when you have a face like that, I mean like the one you have, that right there,” she pointed helpfully, “it can be small. It's fine. It's just hard to see it through your pants. But if that bulge there is real, then
damn.
In a good way! You can just take it out and show me, okay? I'll tell you if it's small or not.”

The man looking at her turned his head and barked something at the other one, who answered something and looked at her and frowned, and then came close and shone a tiny light into her eye, one after the other, so she was blinded.

“Hey, quit it! There's nothing in there!” Except, maybe there was? Maybe he could see her thoughts through there. Well, if that was his thing, whatever. The guy turned off the light and shrugged, and there was a brief conversation in a strange language.

Something was pressing on her in her mind, something important that she couldn't quite get a hold on. She just felt that it was something bad. But still, she was in a good mood. A very good mood, in fact. She could feel that the seat she was in was too high for her feet to reach the ground, so she sat and dangled her legs happily. It was nice! And this was a spaceship, she was sure now. Not like the shuttle that she had been on when she went up to Tellus, but a real one like the aliens used. Maybe they were aliens! No, they looked just like humans. Suspiciously perfect humans, perhaps, but humans. But of course, she could just ask them.

“So who are you guys? Also, where are we going? The North Pole, right? 'Cause it's soon Christmas. Right? No, I mean Easter. But then, why are we going to the North Pole? Shouldn't it be the
east
pole? Guys, you have to think about these things!”

“We are from the Atrexu Empire,” the very handsome one said in English, with an accent that she knew she'd heard before, very recently. “And we're going back there now. Unless you'd prefer us to take you back to Tellus Station. If you want that, we will do it. We will not do anything that is against your will at all.”

“Oh, yeah, that space station I work at?” she said happily. “Did you know it's in
space?
So damn cool, right?” Then suddenly she remembered: The commander had practically fired her because of Meller's bad performance reviews. Somehow, even though she could feel a tiny little uneasy feeling about it, it didn't seem bad at all. In fact, everything was awesome!

“Everything is awesome!” she said and felt that she had to laugh, but she didn't know why. It just seemed right.

“You want to come with us to our home?” the man said. He really had the most extraordinary eyes. They seemed crystal clear, just radiating blueness and whiteness, with black rings around the blue part. Was that even
legal?

“Hmm? What?” she said, preoccupied with her intense study of his eyes.

“Will you come along with us to our home planet? I guarantee your safety. And I will transport you back to your Earth any time you want.”

“Yeah, sure! Of course. I will. I mean, yes. I do. I do!” Somehow, spending more time with this spectacular-looking guy and his almost as handsome friends seemed really attractive to her. She was having a great time with them!

“Very well. Would you perhaps like to sleep now? You must be exhausted.”

The man stood up, and the other one took his place, smiling calmly at her while doing something with a little piece of equipment in his hand.

“Sure, I'll sleep. I'll sleep with you anytime. No, wait. Sleep? Where are we? And my bed? But we mustn't disturb Tonya! She gets grumpy if I wake her up, so be quiet, okay? Ssshhhh!” She put her finger in front of her lips and shushed.

“Don't worry. We're in a spaceship, a very small civilian machine for transporting people through space and over very large distances. Is it your first time in one?”

“I don't know. Yes, maybe? Except, why would you have a ship in
space?
But okay. Whatever floats your boat. Or ship, I guess. Hey, did you know I
work
in
space?
Such a weird coincidence, right?”

The handsome one nodded to the other, who touched something cold to her neck.

T
he alien female nodded off a split second after Ev'Ax had administered the sleeping substance.

“I certainly hope you gave her less of that than of that damn mood enhancer,” Ar'Ric said. “You had this noble warrior woman making a fool of herself!”

Ev'Ax placed the medical equipment back in his bag. “I do apologize. Keep in mind that I mainly treat large Atrexu soldiers. It's very hard to judge the dosage at the best of times. I gave her less than I really wanted, too, precisely because I couldn't be sure. And even that was too much.”

“It was. Well, at least we were able to end the embarrassment we forced upon her. She would never forgive us if she knew that we had allowed her to say those things in her drugged state without helping her end it, and so preserve her honor. How long will she be asleep?”

“Not long. This is much easier to dose than the mood enhancer. An hour at most.”

“And when she wakes up, she will not be under the influence of the mood enhancer?”

“She will not, unless her physiology is more different from ours than we think.”

“Let's hope it isn't. Now, she will be more comfortable in a bunk, I think. Let's carry her to my cabin. She shall have it for the duration of this voyage.”

Carrying the sleeping woman to his bunk, the prince noted with satisfaction that she had a good heft to her. She was not light as a bird, like most other women he'd known, rather she was nice and weighty like a real woman should be. And even though he did everything he could not accidentally to touch any part of her that was too close to any intimate area, he felt that she had a good, squishy texture.

He drew in her feminine scent, feeling the body heat from her, enjoying the close physical contact with a woman who so perfectly embodied his own preferences in females. He needed no help in carrying her and gently putting her down on his own bunk.

“Her clothing looks loose enough,” he said. “I don't think we have to loosen it any more to secure her circulation.”

“Nor do I,” said Ev'Ax. “She will be safe here. I suggest we let her sleep alone. We'll check on her every ten minutes.”

“No need for you to bother yourself with that, Ev'Ax,” the prince said and patted his friend on the shoulder. “I will make sure she's okay. I don't have much else to do aboard here anyway.” He was already feeling possessive about the young alien woman and didn't want anyone else to touch her, even Ev'Ax, whose loyalty was beyond question.

Ev'Ax left the cabin, and the prince couldn't help but stroke the exotic brown hair away from the alien woman's face. Her skin was smooth and cool, her breath calm. He was surprised to notice that he already felt affection for this female, and seeing her sleep innocently did something to his heart.

He turned off the light in the cabin and went back to the cockpit, feeling a surge of excitement in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps this expedition wasn't a failure after all.

“W
hat exactly are your intentions with this alien?” Ber'Ain had left the autopilot in charge of the hyperspace flying and turned his pilot's seat around for the war council the three men were having. “We don't know anything about her, not even why she's on board.”

“Except that she appears to be exactly what we went there to look for,” Ev'Ax pointed out. “It's hard to imagine a more fortuitous chance. We would be fools not to see if she might be willing to consider our proposal.”

“And which proposal is that, Ev'Ax? 'Hey, we knocked you unconscious and then doped you up and then put you to sleep, all while taking you sixteen light years away from your home'? That proposal?”

“No, the proposal to consider marrying the prince, of course. We have not yet been able to put it to her, but I think Ar'Ric intends to.”

“I don't believe this!” Ber'Ain exclaimed. “We have known this lady for about twenty seconds when she wasn't blacked out or under the influence of drugs, and those twenty seconds were spent fighting her. And now we're talking about her becoming a royal
princess?
”

“The possibility must be explored,” Ev'Ax replied. “Everything we
do
know about her is ideal. Is it really inconceivable that the rest of her might be, too? The only thing that worries me is that she's obviously a mighty warrior. If I know warriors, and I've spent my whole adult life around them, she will not want to abandon her life of conquest and honor for the life of an Imperial Princess.”

“It's a conundrum,” the prince said, breaking his silence. “She refrained from using deadly force because it would violate her sense of honor. On one hand, an honorable warrior spirit is very right in a princess. On the other hand, it might create problems. For instance, her motherly instincts may be dulled by constant warfare. She will be the mother of my heirs, and they must only receive the best care from their mother from the very start. Can we be sure that she will provide it?”

“Surely that's to be determined in the future?” Ber'Ain said. “What I think we should talk about is the fact that from a certain point of view, we have abducted her.”

“But didn't you hear her? She
wants
to come!”

“She was drugged up to her ears in mood enhancer when she said that. If you'd asked her if she wanted to be shot from a cannon into the sun, she would have agreed with the same degree of enthusiasm.”

“We can defend our actions,” Ev'Ax pointed out. “First: She was not invited aboard. She's a stowaway, as real as they come. Second: We had to do some wild maneuvering because we thought we were under attack. She lost her consciousness, but if you hadn't done that, Ber'Ain, we might all have died. Third: I gave her a mood enhancer because I was worried that we would be dealing with an angry warrior running loose in the ship. I gave her too much, I admit, and that was my fault. But it was understandable. Fourth: We put her to sleep to save her from saying those very strange and embarrassing things.”