Page 23 of Her Alien Delegate
"I can't very well trust you won't tell someone about the incoming human transport. You have a particular affinity against the species that should remain trapped in this room with the solungor virus. I'd ask you to join the corpse in the lavatory, but the corpses have been known to reanimate, and I'm not a monster."
He looked relieved that I wouldn't restrain him with the viral mess before I added, "I'd rather send you on a mandatory diplomatic mission to find Lord Zorn and tell him it'sdisrespectful for a fellow unGor to ignore a summons to duel for commission."
Everyone knew Lord Zorn, the notorious outlaw of the outer reaches of the universe was an unGor, and that his reputation would have made him eligible to claim rights to lead our planet. By the look on Romek's face he also knew that the Lord Zorn tests anyone who wants an audience with him. He'd likely die before ever speaking with Lord Zorn, or best case become a slave, sent out to some far-off rock where Trillume authority meant nothing.
For good measure, I reminded him of the last time he brokered a deal with the Lord Zorn on behalf of the trill. "Didn't you promise Lord Zorn a ticket to visit any planet he wished with the approval of the Galactic Authority, and then set up a trap for him on that planet that resulted in rebellion surge?"
"I haven't been a diplomat long enough to claim responsibility for a failed treaty," he replied carefully.
"Ah, right. I'm sure Lord Zorn will understand that you represent the unGor and not the trill, right?" I eyed the mark on his forearm, which bore the emblem of the Trillume Authority, marking him as a highly ranked trill council member.
It was a sign that it was the trill that endorsed his seat on the council, not the unGor. My mother believed it a benefit to have an unGor with such an honor, but I had my doubts it was given without great cost to AsunGor's priorities.
The Commissioner of AsunGor would never brand our skin with such a mark willingly.
Romek cleared his throat and adjusted his trill-designed cloak on his shoulders. He was afraid, and he should be.
I clicked the data band on my arm and memorized the features of my mate, Violet, but I couldn't help the way I was compelled to turn off the projection and close my eyes instead. Memorizing the way it felt to touch her silky skin and the way her bodyquivered in my arms. The sound of her voice as she whispered in my ears. Soft moans recreated in my mind made my cock fill and harden.
Wait for me.
I will prove a worthy mate.
Chapter nine
Evie
Stretching out to feel my muscles ache as if I'd slept too long reminded me of what it felt like to come out of a deep space sleep when I first arrived on Trillume. But a pleasant throb between my thighs told me that it couldn't have been that longif I still felt freshly probed by an alien cock that glittered like the stars in the sky. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I remembered the way his hair glowed and moved like tentacles. Warmth filled my belly but quickly felt hollow as my fingers gripped nothing but sheets in either direction. I sprawled out, stretching big. Not a single sliver of skin met with the firmness of the alien who saved my life and supposedly shared this bed with me.
"Hello?" I whispered while sitting up, though I already knew in my gut that he wouldn't respond.
He wasn't there. I knew that already.
But I hadn't expected anyone, or anything to reply.
"Good Rising," Bode replied.
"Where is the man that was with me earlier?" I cut straight to the chase. I found it easier to talk with the AI than with another being, so I found my voice stronger than before.
"The unGor is in isolation in a separate accommodation."
"Oh," I said with disappointment. I squirmed uncomfortably to force myself to ask, "And did he leave a message?"
"No messages, but your contract has been flagged for immediate departure for Necias Prime on the next transport due by the rising of the red star. All of your expenses have been cleared."
Of course he wouldn't leave a message. Why would he? We were in the Blue District and I was a temporary amusement. I knew that when I agreed to just enjoy myself. My stomach pitted and felt heavy before emitting a loud gurgling sound. A packet was dispensed from the wall with a nutrient goo that looked like sand glued together and tasted like cardboard and salt crystals.
I couldn't bring myself to finish it as I gagged on the contents.
"What is this crap?"
"How astute of you," Bode replied cheerfully, "it is, in fact, the feces of a hewve dragon ground up and mixed with a proteinrich larva from a fertile sumtra species that is quite popular and contains enzymes shown to help humans adapt to more diverse food groups on the planet. Much more beneficial than the fluids of your bovine species."
Not even I used the word bovine, which reminded me that Bode was a computer program. He probably processed a bunch of human data to communicate with me. If he consumed more reality television, then he might understand that telling me that I had literally eaten shit and larva would not have the desired effect he was going for. My stomach was already upset from realizing I was alone, and knowing what I had just put in my mouth made it worse. I rushed to the lavatory, barely making it before expelling my insides like a low-budget horror film. Life really was stranger than fiction, because it seemed unreal how much fluid came out with the chunks of hewve shit and sumtra larva.
Luckily, the worst smell was my own stomach acid, and I was already in the chamber that cleaned everything up. Powder drifted from the ceiling like flower pollen to soak it all up and then covered me before being blown off with powerful air ducts.
I was already naked, so my clothes weren't ruined.There was that small victory, I thought with a forced laugh.
