Page 6 of Her Alien Savior
When we all continued to stare at him, the necia warrior continued, “You see, this stowaway is not aware they aren’t supposed to be here. They were handpicked by a very stealthy criminal on Trillume. Have any of you been recruited by a trill named Klemon?” There were a few words that I didn’t quite understand yet, but the name Klemon was enough to know they were looking for me.
My heart stilled... and the necia must have seen the recognition in my eyes when he said her name because he stepped towards me.
“You, what is your name?” he asked with a smile that was both dangerous and disarming. He was so handsome, and then the description of how necia warriors kept their hair long unless they used it for talismans for their tribe, defeated in battle, or dishonored. It was possible that he was influenced by the trill culture of having no hair, but the churning of my stomach and the lift of his lip showing off his sharp canines told me the reason for his short hair was not a fashion statement. And the length of his spikes coming from his shoulders meant he was not easily defeated in battle.
He had done something against honor, and I didn’t like that I was the focus of his stare.
Chapter four
Direl
Mymusclesachedfeelingmy wrists anchored at my sides and instinct reared, making me struggle. I should have known better than to succumb to my baser reflexes after being tricked by Sylve once more. Even when we were little more than spawns he’d had a way of sneaking up on me. What was a playful game in the past had morphed into something I didn’t recognize anymore.
Electricity jolted through my whole body freezing up my efforts of jumping from my seat, and giving me a headache I didn’t need if I wanted to make clear decisions as the grogginess faded. Luckily, I knew the restraints well enough to know as long as I was still, I wouldn’t be shocked again. These kinds of straps around my neck, arms and legs weren’t commonly used outside of our most unruly of warriors, the electricity made our bones seize up preventing us from getting a chance to escape or allow our epul to extend. No epul, no escape. Regular restraints wouldn’t hold us for long.
Something delicious made my nostrils flare and a sweet melody of a voice said, “This was not how I was expecting to spend my night either, big guy.”
I grunted unable for my brain to catch up with my need to speak. I hadn’t heard the term night in some time, not having been planet side for many cycles of rest. I was used to the dark depths of space and the artificial light of the ship. The A.I. did it’s best to dim the lights in intervals to help us adjust, but it was never quite the same as watching the moons of Necias Prime rotate through the green skies, turning them purple as the blue star fell beyond the horizon.
“Or not...” she said, though I now realized it was my translator that told me what she was saying after the fact. There was always a slight delay in hearing what someone said and knowing what they said when they didn’t speak Trillix or Cial, but more so after being dosed with elder root and stuffed in a stasis chamber for who knew how long, and then shoved in the holding chamber.
Not my finest moment.
I winced trying to open my eyes, but, before I could, a warmth surged through my body that had nothing to do with the electricity that had passed through before. My muscles tensed with a very unfamiliar urge that even in my most fiercest of battles could not match. My cock hardened down the length of my leg, and I dared not glance down to bring attention to a response I hadn’t felt since my youth.
I’d risen through the ranks after the fall of Necias Prime for my ability to have better control over my body’s regulatory responses than most warriors. Even after battle, or confrontation, I had avoided rutting until I made my way to the Blue District Palaces of Trillume without dosing myself with elder root.
It wasn’t uncommon to become aroused after a duel of strength, but not after being tormented by a warning shock from criminal restraints. I couldn’t blame it on the feminine voice I’d heard either, as I hadn’t even laid eyes on her, still coming out of the chemically induced sleep from stasis. For all I knew this voice belonged to some female creature I wasn’t even compatible to mate with. The way my hearts raced, I doubted this explanation was anything more than mere hopeful conjecture.
I risked opening my eyes only to feel my hearts fluctuate out of sync with the stunning blue eyes watching me with interest. I’ve seen humans in the reports all commanders were given, but none held a thorn to the radiance of her creamy pink skin, and fiery gems bluer than the color of the trees from the forest of thorns on Necias Prime, I thought fondly. It’s where I grew my first scales as a spawn.
Staring at her with only the pained grunts of my engorged cock was probably not the best way to endear myself to this female, who was so strangely small, and her skin looked so soft, not a single ridge or scale for protection.
She wrinkled her nose, as some of my warriors did when they were displeased with their training duels as we prepared for a battle I thought would never come while on missions in the middle of nowhere. And to an extent I was correct, the battle we faced was more cunning than a fight you could see, or take on with our own hands, but one behind the shadows of the eyes closest to us.
Chuel... I considered him a necia to rely on, a brother, and was going to recommend him to lead his own vessel once I was released from my ship’s assignment. He’d been there for me when it should have been me who was there for him. We lost many warriors when Queen Roknir of the trill defeated King Sylve. Too many, all because they did not have the patience to control their rage at being led by someone outside the tribes of Necias Prime.
“Did it hurt?” she asked in the Cial tongue, distracting me from my thoughts. I had the translator in my implant programed to ignore Trillix or Cial, so I didn’t have to hear an echo when hearing languages I was familiar with. It allowed me to truly hear her voice, and my breath quickened as my body took in more of her scent.
Who was this female? My immediate thought was Chuel, and Sylve had probably spritzed her with something to influence my ability to control my urge to rut, there were a few pollens from Necias Prime that were used in mating rituals, and I wouldn’t put it past either of them at this stage. Or perhaps they took this female’s nectar and made me ingest it before I woke? I couldn’t be sure.
What did they have to gain by making me imprint on this unsuspecting female? Was she a spy, someone they would use to control me while my mind was not my own? It was a foolish attempt, no one had the kind of control I had with my glands. I’d made it from the outer rims of the galaxy back to Trillume’s Blue District with my mind intact during a rut.
The only thing that was hurt was my ego, for thinking I had my warrior’s loyalty. This must have been how King Sylve felt when he’d lost his duel for leadership to the trill. No, I refused to sympathize with the likes of him. He’d made his own rotten mold of his failures. I was nothing like him.
And this female would not sway me, even if her scent was intoxicating and her voice like music.
“I didn’t realize the restraints were charged... I figured it would only be temporary until they understood I had no idea Klemon was a criminal, she seemed so nice,” the creature rambled, and I wanted to hear more from her enchanting voice until she said Klemon, and I could no longer hold my tongue.
“You know of the princess of Trillume?”
“Princess... they said she was a criminal,” her voice squeaked, and that wrinkle at the bridge of her nose made me uncomfortable again. I didn’t like how it made me feel to see what I could only assume was her displeasure at my words.
“Though not a criminal, she has been considered a recluse that no one has seen in many cycles. There is a reward for any information regarding her location. Trillume has been waiting for her to take a seat by her mother’s side within the Galactic Trill Authority for some time,” I explained, but stopped when my eyes landed on the whites of her knuckles as they gripped her seat. My nostrils flared in annoyance realizing they had used the same kinds of restraints for a small creature such as her as they would any other necia or trill criminal... a single shock from those cuffs could kill a species with only one heart unless it was calibrated for her small frame. One heart, I knew she only had one. I could hear her blood pumping through her veins, her skin not thick enough to block my senses from knowing she was frightened.
I doubted the competency of whoever placed her here in this cell with me to know the biology of this creature was much more fragile than a necia warrior.
“Do not move,” I demanded, not wishing for her to come to any harm.
