Page 10 of Alien Prince

Those eyes seemed to pierce into me as if they could see everything. As if they would see through me, beyond my skin, past my muscles and bones, and somehow uncover the raw truth. That somehow, I’d fucked this up before I even had the chance to do anything.

The mass of stardust moves, drawing nearer and nearer until it appears as if it will swallow me whole.

A chill runs down my spine and spreads over my skin, making my hair stand on end. I am transfixed, unable to tear my gaze away from the deep, burning pools that stare back at me.

In those haunting eyes I see the vastness of the universe, the mysteries it holds, and the beauty of creation. Ages, eons, even of civilizations before me. But as my eyes delve deeper, I sense something more primal and urgent, an insatiable desire to experience, to feel, to know the full spectrum of existence aswedo.

It is a hunger that can never be fully satisfied, a thirst that can never be quenched.

And as I stand there, transfixed by those fiery orbs, I let myself drawn in that primal desire, that insatiable yearning tofeel.

My heart races, every beat echoing in my ears like thunder. A sudden heat washes over me, starting from the tips of mytoes and spreading like wildfire through my body. Warmth pools between my thighs, and I can’t help but gasp as a small moan escapes my lips.

I have never seen anything quite so beautiful, so magnificent, nor have I ever felt so… awestruck.

So absolutley fucking deadly.

And just as the hypnotic trance wears off, I feel the alien's energy pulsating from its body. Suddenly, it slips straight into me, possessing me without warning.

The energy flows into me like a raging river, filling every fiber of my being with renewed purpose.Their purpose.

I am no longer in control of my body; the celestial being inside of me now the master of my consciousness.

The transition is painless, but the chill of the energy is overwhelming. I stumble, grasping for support against the foot of my cot.

My psyche is crowded, and it is an instant battle of the two distinct entities within me.

The voice in my head is not my own.

You are safe. Everything will be alright.

The voice is unmistakably male, a powerful baritone that resonates like the rolling tide of the ocean. Its deep, sonorous quality is reminiscent of a distant thunderstorm, with each syllable reverberating through my mind. Comforting as a gentle summer shower, with a rich, velvety quality that commands attention and instills a sense of calm.

“Alright?” I mutter under my breath, my voice sounding weak and shaky and not like me at all.

My vision begins to blur. I can’t quite remember where I am or why I am here…

There is only the heaviness of force, like I am banging against a stone wall, hoping to break one rock with my bare fist.

As I try to focus, the hum of the mechanics of my new bionic parts grow louder and more intense, thundering away in my head until it is almost deafening. I can’t tell what is real and what is just a figment of my imagination.

The transition is a vital aspect of the process, and it requires an open mind, Gemini. It will be much easier if you stop fighting me.

There’s that voice again—hisvoice.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, inhaling deeply, digging my nails into his smooth, silky voice, pushing against that stone because even in uncertainty, when I don’t know myself, I know the fight.

The fight is who I am.

A hundred scents accost me, much more prominent to my senses in this temperature controlled room.

The potent scent of marinated lamb wafts from the kitchens three stories below and is so strong that it masks even the musky scent of the skins in the closet with me and the lingering sterilized chemical lavender from the cleaning products that have been used.

My limbs are heavy, but I am capable of moving them of my own accord. The realization makes me acutely aware that somehow, I still have some form of control over my own body.

Which is conflicting, and I have to be careful of my own thoughts. I needed to let go. I need to not resist so much. But instincts like mine are hard to diminish, especially when I’ve been training all my life. If there’s one thing I’ve been in life, it’s obstinate. I do not succumb to anyone’s orders but my father’s, and that is only because he is the head of the resistance, and going against his order would mean certain death.

“I…I’m trying,” I say as my heartbeat picks up.

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