Savior (2 page)

She stared up to see flashes of
orange, yellow, and red lights pulling them up into a large circle
with silver shiny metal surrounding it.

Opal and Heather started yelling for
help, but no one heard them. They were too high up.

What on Earth was happening? That was
the last thing Opal thought before her vision dotted with
black.

Chapter Two

Danickra studied the two Earth women.
One of them was a lot taller than the other. She was also a lot
darker skinned, almost black, and very slim. He guessed when the
darker one stood, she would easily be close to five nine, maybe
even six feet. She was perfect for Inteli men, but she wasn’t the
one he couldn’t stop looking at. That was the shorter one, who if
she stood would be lucky to come to his chest above his
nipples.

Her eyes held him captive. Unable to
turn away, Danickra gazed into the darkest brown eyes he’d ever
seen. The scary thing was … the more he stared, the more they
seemed like they held the answers to everything he ever
wanted.

Her brown hair looked smooth and
shiny, falling everywhere over her soft shapely body. Her breasts
were bigger than any woman’s he’d known. They were more than his
hands could hold. Danickra’s dicks grew in his pants, and he licked
his lips.

He pounded on his chest in
frustration at his thoughts, because he knew he shouldn’t want the
tiny human, as she was way too small, especially when he considered
his height. At seven foot, two, he wasn’t even the tallest Inteli,
but he
was
one of
the bulkiest.

Danickra didn’t even want to
contemplate what his claws could do to her smooth soft skin, other
than rip it to shreds. She looked so small and delicate.

“
We cannot mate with these
Earthlings if they are all like this. They are way too soft skinned
for our hard-plated bodies, and that’s only the start. What about
our claws, or our cocks? They look too small to be able to take our
two dicks, especial the larger of the two. We will break them in
two.”

Dannina spoke up, looking at all nine
other clan leaders. “You have no choice but to try. We have no
other options. The scientists have tried everything. The Inteli
women are not being experiments any longer. Their eggs will not
corporate. So, unless you want to be extinct, I suggest you give it
a go.” Dannina’s eyes landed on him, and she had a wicked grin on
her face as she stared at them. “Uvinya and I have decided you,
Danickra, will be the one to choose one of those two in Earthlings
in the viewing room, and she will be your concubine.”

Dannina whispered something in
Uvinya’s ear, but Danickra was too stunned to hear, or do anything.
He stared at the women, and his tail wrapped around his arm looking
for something to hold onto, as his world didn’t seem stable right
now.

He shook his head. “No. No, I will not
be the one to break the first human. I feel bad. We shouldn’t treat
them this way.”

Dannina and Uvinya grinned hugely now
as they cackled. Danickra glanced at the other clan leaders, who
all had their hands up in surrender, looking anywhere but at him.
Cowards. Only Salamanda the Pink Clan leader stared at the
women.

Uvinya ginned as she said, “Ah
Danickra, you do have a heart. Here we thought being the ruthless
leader of Yellow Clan, you didn’t have one. Dannina and I were just
discussing some rules.”

Danickra shuddered, dreading what they
would say next.

“
No one will disrespect
these Earthlings. If one falls with your child, you will be mated
by the blood ritual and a youmnda ceremony. Everything will be done
to make them feel comfortable, safe, and loved.”

Danickra’s body took an involuntary
step back. His mind screamed at him the enormity of the situation,
and the responsibility that would be placed upon his shoulders.
Looking around the group he again found no support. They were
actually nodding in agreement with Uvinya. He yelled a war cry in
frustration and fear. Dannina cut him off with a cackle.

“
If these two Earthlings
are too ugly or vulgar, we can always have a look for some
different ones?”

“
No.” He growled through
clenched teeth, and then groaned when he realized how quick and
sure he had been when he responded. Both women laughed at him, and
Dannina smiled.

“
Young man, don’t think we
do not see what has been going on with you since the human women
arrived. You haven’t taken your eyes off them, or I should say one
of them?”

Danickra shook his head, trying to get
his brain to work, but all he could do was stare at the humans, his
attention never leaving the short, brown-eyed woman. The human
women where odd looking, with no tails, which you would think would
turn him off, but no, it seemed to only make him harder. His cocks
would not stand down. Danickra wanted the human with every fibre in
his being. He knew he should choose the tall one, but his body
wouldn’t let him.

He banged his head on the view screen
several times before he turned back to everyone. “Argh, all right.
I don’t have a choice. Don’t make me do this on my own. Someone has
to pick the one I don’t choose.” He glared at the
others.

Uvinya and Dannina shot a glance at
each other. “Don’t worry, Danickra. Salamanda is going to take the
other. Aren’t you, Salamanda?”

Salamanda tuned from the viewing
screen and said, “Yes. I will take the tall one.”

Danickra let out a breath he hadn’t
realized he’d been holding, then grinned at Salamanda, and turned
back at Uvinya and Dannina. “Okay, since you two seem to have the
answers, what should we tell them about the situation they now find
themselves in? The truth? Half-truths? Or lie through our teeth?
Any ideas? Not that we can talk to them until we get the
communication devices.”

Everyone spoke at once until they were
given a death stare from Dannina. Uvinya spoke. “I think most of
the truth. Let’s see what they can handle first. But until we get
the devices use body language.”

He and Salamanda nodded as Dannina
piped in. “I think we have left them waiting for long enough. Go
in, Inteli, but remember not to scare them. Try telling yourselves
you are not warriors. Try friendly aliens.” The other eight men
laughed.

Danickra looked to Salamanda to see
him take a deep breath, before he walked into the viewing room with
the humans. He himself took a deep breath, too, trying to remember
all the information they had gathered from the humans satellites,
hoping some of the information was useful. He was so terrified that
this wouldn’t work and he would be held responsible—or that it
would work and his whole world would change before he knew it.
Snarling at the situation, he ran his claws through his long blue
hair. He touched his ears and, praying the human languages had
downloaded to his own translators properly, followed Salamanda into
the room.

Chapter Three

Opal was scared. She hugged Heather
tighter to her and looked around the room again for the millionth
time. They were sitting on a soft platform that floated in the air,
and the scariest thing was she was not wearing her own clothes. The
clothes she wore were a light purple color, and it felt like
nothing she’d ever felt in her life. It was very sheer, barely
covering her. It was similar to a man’s shirt. Yet Heather was
dressed the same, but she had on a green shirt, and hers was a lot
longer.

Feeling like she was being watched,
Opal looked around the strange metal room again. There were no
doors or windows, just shiny silver metal. The only item in the
room was the floating seat.

Opal bit her lip so her hysterical
laughter at their situation didn’t escape as she heard Heather
mumbling.

“
We’re going to die. No,
I’m going to kill these mother-fuckers. I want to live. I didn’t do
anything. Shit, the black person always dies first.”

Opal couldn’t hold back her laughter.
Heather glared at her. “I’m only stating facts Opal. We have been
awake now for a while, and no one has come. I’m telling you it’s a
scare tactic.”

Opal sighed. Heather had always been
the first to react, the dramatic one. “Look, Heather calm down.
Save your energy for whooping whoever’s arse did this. You never
know. We could have been abducted by some hot aliens who can’t live
without us. Oh, and maybe, on their planet women are so rare they
are treated like goddesses.”

Heather raised her eyebrow and
snorted.

“
What? I can’t dream?” She
dissolved into giggles, because if they didn’t laugh Opal knew they
would break down and crack, curling into a ball and
crying.

One of the walls opened up, and a
bright pink man walked in confidently. They laughed harder. Heather
got off the platform bed and walked up to the man. He was
brilliant, human-looking except for his bright pink skin, which was
hard, almost metal-plated, and shiny like scales. His fingers were
long sharp claws, and he had a long tail with a hand on its end
that swished when he walked.

Heather touched his rock-hard chest.
“Come out now, Ethan, before I kick your arse! I will say I love
the pink. How did you get it so bright? Oh I so forgive you
kidnapping us. He is yummy.”

What the hell was going
on?
Opal thought.

Heather took a step back towards her
as the man blinked, and Opal could now see his eyes were yellow.
“Wow, great contact lenses.”

His tail moved back and forth, and the
hand at the end opened and waved.

“
Oh. My. God,” Heather
squealed. “What great effects! The tail looks so real.”

Opal laughed and moved to join
Heather. She loved Ethan, and she decided she would to buy him a
thank you present for cheering her up. She smiled up at Mr. Pink.
“Hi. I know my friend sent y...” She stopped mid-sentence as the
wall opened again. This time a bright yellow man walked in. He was
brighter than a daisy and had sky blue hair.

Opal took several steps towards him,
drawn to his beauty. Staring up into purple eyes she sighed.
Contact lenses were great. He was tall, easily over seven feet or
more, and the chest she was currently looking at was to die for,
big, broad, and she bet hard, even without the effects of the shiny
scale plating covering his body.

Licking her lips, she groaned. “Yum,
yum.” Mr. Pink was hot, but Mr. Yellow had her hand involuntarily
fanning her face.

Walking the rest of the way to him,
she looked up at his masculine face and moaned out. “Ethan really
outdid himself with you. You look freaking awesome. Well you both
do, but…” She reached up and touched his chest to see if it felt as
hard as it looked. Mr. Yellow blinked and gave her a startled look,
and then he smiled, showing wicked long sharp white fang-like
teeth. Reaching up she touched one sharp point. “Wow, these even
feel real.”

Her finger caught on the front tooth
tip, and a drop of blood started to drip down into his mouth.
“Ouch.”

Opal snatch her hand away, but quick
as lighting his clawed hand gently pulled it back, and into his
mouth. He sucked on her finger. Shivering, she clamped her legs
together and tried to move her eyes from his intense stare. The
bright purple orbs seemed to darken, trapping her as she stood on
tip-toes leaning into him.

Heather’s voice snapped her out of the
staring contest. Biting her lip so she wouldn’t laugh as Heather
groaned, “Opal, you have to lick their skin. Whatever Ethan did, or
used to make them this color, it doesn’t come off, and they taste
like chocolate.”

Turning to watch she giggled as
Heather licked Mr. Pink’s muscular chest. Opal grinned and tuned
back to Mr. Yellow and pointed to his chest. She needed to check
this out. “May I?”

He grinned and pulled her closer.
Hesitantly at first, she leaned her head in and licked his hard
muscled chest. Yum. He did taste good. Chocolate. Mmm. Her
favorite. He felt odd. His hard plated skin felt as smooth as
satin. She pulled back and tapped on it, wondering what Ethan had
used. He chuckled as she continued to explore.

Heather laughed as Mr. Pink picked her
up and started to walk to one of the panel walls. “Oh my God, Opal,
you don’t think Ethan paid these guys to sleep with us?”

Staring up at the gorgeous model face,
she sighed. Great, just great. Ethan thought she was so desperate
to lose her virginity he’d ordered male escorts, and did them up
the same as his alien shoot he had done today, knowing her fantasy
of being with an alien.

Heather was now trying to get down as
she yelled, “I can, we can, find our own men.”

Mr. Pink growled and held Heather with
both hands.

Heather continued. “We are not that
desperate to get laid. To sleep with a guy our friend hired to have
sex with us, even if you are hot.”

Mr. Pink stopped and placed Heather on
the ground. He then looked at Mr. Yellow, who grinned and nodded
like they were making up their minds about something. Mr. Pink
chuckled and stalked Heather who’d been backing away from him. He
picked her up again and grinned then, walked to the panel and left,
leaving Opal with Mr. Yellow. He shrugged and stared down at
her.