Page 15 of Kidnapped By the Alien Chieftain

“That’s it, I’m going to kick your butt!” She charges across the wrestling ring. “Ah!”

She’s so cute.Her less than impressive charge assaults me with all the force of a light breeze. She puts one arm around my waist and places one of her feet behind my own. She grunts, huffing, her small muscles straining to force my center of gravity over her outstretched leg.Interesting, she’s trying to trip me.“If you want to kick my buttocks, then why are you trying to trip me?”

“It’s just a figure of speech!” she grunts. “It’s not fair. You’re too big,” she says, throwing her hands up in defeat. “Wait, hold out your arm. I’m going to try my secret attack.”

“Do you expect your opponents on the battlefield to do as you ask?” I question, holding out my arm as instructed.

“If they know what’s good for them.” She flashes a sneaky smile. “Lower please.”

“Any lower and I’ll be touching the ground,” I retort with a smirk.

“Oh, you’ll be touching the ground soon, mister!” She grips onto my outstretched wrist with both her hands like a little clamp. With my arm held over her shoulder, she turns swiftly, positioning her back to me. She pulls forward with all her might. “Hi yah!” Her hips barely reach me because of the size difference.We use this throw too. It is good for turning the opponent’s aggression and strength against them… most times.

“You finished?” I laugh. She is just ineffectively pulling on my arm, panting. I take my other hand and slap her across her very attractive posterior.

“Ouch!” She jumps on the spot, instantly letting go of my arm to rub her backside.

“I win.” I smile at her. “Your technique is excellent, but the size and strength disadvantage makes the moves ineffective.”

“I should have brought a tank,” she says, still rubbing her buttocks. “That’s going to leave a mark. Probably a giant red hand on my ass now.”

Observing Pebbles, her demeanor has changed noticeably after I promised to take her back to Earth. She appears more at ease and playful; it is bittersweet to think what we could have, but I resolve to enjoy my remaining time with her. “I’ll kiss it better for you.” I make my new kiss face at her.

“Might take you up on that later.” She smiles and glances round the room again.

“I look forward to more human kissing practice later, but first, what we need is food.” Taking her soft hand in mine, I head for the exit. “I could eat a whole boracks!”

“Aww, please go slowly for once, Krogoth. I feel like I’ve done a two-hour workout,” she says, wincing as she walks.

“Fine. I wanted to show you round the ship earlier, but we got interrupted,” I reply, walking so slowly I feel like I’m barely moving. “Near here is the kitchen. Although there’s not much cooking required with the lack of warriors aboard.”

My pulse quickens as she leans against me as we walk out of the room. “I’d love a big juicy burger right now. With a pile of fries with ketchup, mmm,” she says, moaning.

“I don’t know what those are, but we have boracks milk and jellied rations.” I continue leading the way down the corridor.

Her face twitches almost imperceivably fast. “The milk’s nice, but the jelly thing is like chewing a brick.” She scrunches her face.

“Nonsense. It’ll put hair on your chest.” I give her a slight bump with my hips.

“I don’t want hairy boobs, thank you.” She bumps back.

“My friend might like that,” I say with a laugh. “… I can make us something a little more unique to eat, if I get time…before you leave.”

Pebbles’ face lights up with excitement as she gazes at me. “Oh! Like a date?” she asks eagerly.

“Yes, tomorrow is the date we will eat,” I reply, unsure of what she means.

She shakes her head, a smile still lingering on her lips. “No, a date is a human thing where couples do an event together that they will enjoy,” she explains.

I scratch my head, puzzled. “That’s no different from anytime I’m with you?” I ask, hoping to understand.

“Ah, you’re a big sweetheart, Krogoth,” she says, squeezing me tighter.

I’m even more confused, but glad I apparently said something to make her happy.

After a short time, we arrive in the kitchen and I bring Pebbles over to the liquid dispenser so I can show her how to use it.

“You see, with your wrist console, you have access now to open doors and use equipment,” I say as I hold up my wrist console. “You click here on the dispenser and select what you want.” I select the boracks milk. “There’s not much choice. It can only produce basics.” The device whirrs into motion and after a brief moment, my delicious milk is ready. “Now you try it.”

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