Page 9 of Her Alien Guardian

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. There were indeed countless questions swirling through my mind, each vying for attention. But one pushed its way to the forefront, burning with an intensity that surprised me.

“What…” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue. “What did Alpha mean? About… about how he is after a victory?”

The words tumbled out in a rush, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. It was such an impertinent thing to ask, so personal and intimate. But the curiosity gnawed at me, refusing to be ignored.

To my surprise, once again a rosy blush bloomed across Sala’s pale cheeks. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and… was that excitement?

“Oh,” she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “That.”

I watched, transfixed, as Sala’s delicate fingers moved to the fabric at her shoulder. With a simple gesture, she unfastened a hidden clasp, and the gown fell away, pooling at her feet in a ripple of starlight.

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her nude form. Sala’s body was a masterpiece of graceful curves and smooth skin, utterly flawless. Like me, her pubic area was bare, the absence of hair emphasizing the delicate cleft of her cunny so much that it made me feel faint.

Sala’s words hung in the air, each one sending a shockwave through my body. “After a victory, Alpha likes to fuck me in front of the bridge crew,” she said, her voice a mixture of pride and anticipation.

My tummy twisted violently, a whirlpool of conflicting emotions threatening to pull me under. The casual way Sala spoke of such a thing—being taken publicly, used as a trophy of war—should have horrified me. And yet… there was something in her tone, a warmth and excitement that left me reeling.

I stared at her, trying to reconcile the elegant, composed woman before me with the image her words conjured. Sala’s eyessparkled, her pale skin flushed with a rosy glow that spoke of arousal rather than shame. She seemed… happy. Eager, even.

“But… how?” I stammered, unable to fully articulate the storm of questions raging in my mind. “Isn’t it… don’t you feel…”

Sala’s smile softened, understanding flooding her gaze. “Humiliated? Degraded?” she offered gently. “No, sweet Tessara. I feel cherished. Valued. Alpha’s desire for me, his willingness to claim me so publicly—it’s a testament to his love and our bond. Also… well, yes, a little degraded, but, you know…”

I shook my head, struggling to comprehend the little smile that remained on Sala’s lips. In my experience, public use had always been a punishment, a way to strip away dignity and reinforce our lowly status as concubines. The idea that it could be something desired, something that brought joy… it was almost too much to process.

Sala took a step closer, her nude form radiating a warmth that seemed to reach out and envelop me. “Tell me, Tessara,” she said softly, her voice gentle but probing. “Did you find life hard in the Vionian starfleet?”

The question, so innocuous on the surface, cut straight to my core. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, memories flooding back in a torrent of shame and confusion. “Y-yes,” I whispered, dropping my gaze to the plush carpet beneath our feet. “It was… difficult.”

But even as the word left my lips, I knew it was woefully inadequate. Sala’s knowing look told me she saw right through my feeble attempt at understatement. There was so much more—the pain, the fear, the moments of unexpected pleasure that left me feeling dirty and broken. How could I possibly explainthe complexity of emotions that had defined my existence for so long?

Sala reached out, her cool fingers gently tilting my chin up until our eyes met once more. “There’s more to it than that, isn’t there?” she prodded, her tone free of judgment. “It’s okay, Tessara. You’re safe here. You can tell me.”

I swallowed hard, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. The compassion in Sala’s gaze was almost too much to bear.

Sala’s little fingers wrapped gently around my hand, her touch sending an unexpected shiver through my body. With a soft tug, she guided me across the room toward a long couch I hadn’t noticed before. Its deep blue fabric seemed to shimmer in the starlight streaming through the viewscreen, inviting and luxurious.

As we moved, I couldn’t help but marvel at the grace of Sala’s nude form. Her black hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently with each step. The curves of her body were mesmerizing, all soft lines and elegant angles that spoke of both strength and femininity.

Sala settled onto the couch, gently pulling me down beside her. The fabric was impossibly soft against my bare skin, cradling me in a way that made me acutely aware of how long it had been since I’d experienced such comfort. Sala’s thigh brushed against mine, the contact sending a jolt of warmth through me that I tried desperately to ignore.

“Tell me, Tessara,” Sala began, her blue eyes searching my face. “What was it really like for you aboard the Vionian ship? I want to understand.”

I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. How could I possibly explain the complexity of my experiences, ones that left me feeling confused and ashamed?

“It was…” I started, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was terrible. They were so cruel, so demanding. The punishments were harsh, and the use of my body was constant.”

Sala nodded encouragingly, her hand giving mine a little squeeze. “But that’s not all, is it?” she prodded gently. “There’s something more you’re afraid to say.”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, shame washing over me in a suffocating wave. “I… I couldn’t help it,” I whispered, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Sometimes, when they disciplined me, when they used me… I felt… I felt…”

“Aroused?” Sala supplied softly, no judgment in her tone.

I nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice cracking. “It was awful. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop the way my body responded. The pain, the humiliation—sometimes it just… it made me…”

“It made you wet,” Sala finished for me, her voice gentle but matter-of-fact. “It made you crave more, even as part of you hated it.”

I nodded again. “What’s wrong with me?” I whispered, the question that had haunted me for so long finally given voice.

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