Page 2 of Fated to the Alien Chieftain

Approaching the end of the hall, I ascend the brief steps to the raised platform that contains the Chieftain’s chair. My chair. The design is simple yet even to me, it’s massive, an ancient wooden construction lined with thick furs looms large over the hall, dominating the room through the ages. Even now, looking upon it, I feel the weight and expectations of my ancestors upon me. My every decision echoing through time, changing the course of history for my people.

Carefully, I help Pebbles down from my shoulders. She feels so soft and effortlessly light, like a cloud in the sky, as I guide herback to her feet. With a flourish, I sweep my black fur cloak to the side, draping over the side of the chair as I take my seat. The crowd is filled with smiling faces that cheer my name, filling me with pride. I notice Pebbles standing with her hands together, rolling on the sides of her feet, looking somewhat awkward and confused.

“Come, my love, sit with me,” I say, beckoning Pebbles closer.

“But there’s only one chair, Krogoth,” she retorts, as she shuffles towards the massive seat.

“There’s always a seat for you here,” I say, laughing as I pull her onto my lap. Pebbles squeals in delighted surprise, as the crowd laugh and cheer at the sight.

The feeling of her bum resting upon my crotch and her sweet intoxicating scent so close stirs my desire until I force my mind to think of more immediate issues to dampen my rising urges.

“When we complete the Mortakin-Tok, you will sit beside me as the Chieftainess. I will have them return the traditional Chieftainess chair that has laid dormant for centuries.” I whisper into her ear, enjoying the sensation of her luscious brown hair against my face.

Pebbles shifts in my lap, sending pleasure coursing through me, giving herself the ability to look back with surprise painting her face. “Chieftainess!? Not that long ago I was a nobody working in an office doing quality assurance,” she exclaims.

What is this ‘office?’ And what quality did she assure?“You? A nobody! I would not believe it. You are being modest and surely assured the entire quality of your office clan?” I ask, looking into her large brown eyes flecked with green.

“I love that you do not know what any of that boring stuff means,” Pebbles laughs briefly before continuing, as I scratch my head, trying to figure out what made her laugh. “No, I sat on my boring chair, looking at my boring screen, while talking to boring people about boring software all day.” As she finishes hersentence, she casts her eyes downward. “I’ve been gone for ages and I doubt many of them will have even noticed, ” she finishes, her forlorn expression fills me with sadness.

“Then they are fools to have wasted you,” I say as I stroke her back, trying to reassure her. “Here, none will ever forget you. You are part of our clan, our history. They will come seeking your guidance and wisdom.” I gesture to the merry, assembled crowd. “Plus, like your time on Earth, you can also sit in a chair,” I finish laughing.

Pebbles snickers. “Well, I am an expert at sitting,” she says while wiggling her posterior for emphasis, which causes me to groan involuntarily. “See?” she asks between giggles.

“Yes. We’ll see what happens to little trouble makers like you later!” I promise, as I gently rock my hips into her.

“I can’t wait,” she says slyly, looking over her shoulder with that submissive expression that I can barely resist.

“Rocks! Rocks! Rocks!”

The crowd, many with horns of drink and plates of food, becomes rowdy and restless, taking up the repeating chants of “Rocks! Rocks!” More and more join the cacophony, the volume becoming impossible to ignore as tension mounts. All eyes direct towards us on the Chieftain’s chair.

“Quick, show them your warvisor before they riot like last time,” I shout into Pebbles’ ear, straining to be heard over the loud chanting.

Pebbles’ head turns to the crowd and back towards me again, shock and worry creasing her lovely face. “What do you mean ‘riot like last time?’” she shouts. I’m just able to make out her soft voice over the noise.

“It was more of a brawl, but it doesn’t matter now. Just stand up,” I explain as I gently guide Pebbles to her feet.

Pebbles scoffs before turning to address the crowd. She appears momentarily mesmerized by the mass as she standsmotionless. For a split second, I consider leaping up to assist her, until I notice she raises her arms aloft.

The chanting from the crowd diminishes. They now strain to listen instead, eagerly awaiting what Pebbles has to say. Even I find myself with the unusual sensation of anxious anticipation gripping my chest.

“Thank you all so much for coming,” Pebbles says. Her soft voice a little unsteady, echoes throughout the newly silent hall.

“For a little over two weeks, I’ve been amongst you, proud Draxxus warriors. Never once did I feel unwelcome, never once did I feel like an outsider. In fact, I recognize many of the faces of you assembled here today as people who offered me help.” Pebbles’ voice grows more confident with each word as she casts her gaze over the attendees.

“Whether it was advice, or use of the healing pods, or a beautiful coat, or even just a kind word of encouragement, it all meant the world to me. And out there in the great Draxxi forest when I thought I had nothing more to give, I remembered I wasn’t doing this just for me, but for everyone here today,” Pebbles says, her voice now confidently carrying over the audience. She turns to me, her eyes ablaze with passion. My heart fills with so much pride for her, I feel it may burst.

She reaches into her beautiful black dress. Taking out her golden warvisor, she smiles at me before turning to face the crowd holding aloft her prize. Audible gasps litter the assembly. Only the older males have ever seen a female warvisor before. Its slender golden appearance with the winged edges came as a surprise for me, too. I had imagined it would be a slightly smaller version of the male warvisor.

“And because of that, I could survive and push through, earning the blessing of the Gods!” she finishes, clasping the warvisor with both hands held high for all to see.

There’s a moment of silence before the crowd erupts into raucous cheering once again. Some chant “Rocks! Rocks!” but a growing number of others chant, “Put it on! Put it on!” I sit tall in my Chieftain’s chair yet again wondering at the marvel that is my Pebbles. Clearly, she was nervous and unprepared to give a speech, yet she spoke such fine words. Like she has a hidden depth that she can call upon when the pressure is on. The Gods have truly blessed me.

By now, everyone is chanting, “Put it on!” repeatedly. Pebbles, eager to please the crowd, slowly lowers her warvisor until finally it aligns to her face, locking into place. Suddenly, she disappears, causing me to leap out of my seat in panic.

Frantically, I cast my eyes around the raised section of the hall, looking for any trace of her. It’s not until I notice the wavy, distorted outline of her shape standing exactly where she had been moments before, that I breathe a sigh of relief at the realization she’s activated the warvisor's cloaking ability.

“Pebbles, deactivate the cloaking on your warvisor!” I shout, straining to be heard over the loud gasps and muttering of the crowd.

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