Page 1 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

Drenchedinsweat,Iwoke with a pounding heart. That dream again. It had followed me for as long as I could remember.

It was worse during the winter months, usually growing in intensity as the season closed in on the solstice, and ebbed from there.

This year though, it hadn't shown any sign of diminishing after December twenty-first. On the contrary, the dream had not only gained in frequency, but I was now able to see more detail. Either that or I remembered more. Before this I only ever recalled his red glowing eyes, but now, this morning I caught a glimpse of his face.

A very handsome face, one I might have been attracted to, had it not been for his red eyes, pointy ears, and oh yeah, his fangs.

Gasping for breath, I sat up, focusing on the light coming from the bathroom, which I always left on now, because of the damn dreams.

My hands shook as I fished for the remote, finally finding it buried under the pillow, to turn on the TV for some background noise. I needed to hear voices, sounds besides the rushing of blood in my ears and my pounding heart.

Ever so slowly my heartrate returned to normal, the rushing in my ears retreated, and I was able to focus on the sounds from the TV.

Eva Bartholomew, my favorite news anchor, was on, talking about the comet said to be visiting Earth within the next twenty-four hours.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

I closed my eyes and focused on her voice, letting it soothe me, and not for the first time this year.

Which was when I realized that my dreams always came at four in the morning, awakening me way too soon for the day to start and leaving me too shaken to try to go back to sleep. They were the reason I usually ended up laying there in some kind of fugue state listening to Eva Bartholomew. On lucky days I managed to snooze for a few more minutes here or there, but burning, red eyes followed me most of the time, so I got up to make a coffee, knowing it wasn't worth the risk of being revisited by my nightmare.

My arms brushed against my breasts as I threw the blanket off and a shudder ran through me.What the heck?

My nipples puckered and felt sensitive to the touch and as the adrenaline spike slowly left my system, I became aware of a pulsing sensation in my clit. I was aroused!

I heard that a frightening situation or moment could stimulate one's libido, but had never, ever, experienced it before. As a matter of fact, I had even visited the gynecologist because of mylackof libido.

Red faced, looking down at my primly folded hands in my lap, I told the nice older lady that I was a twenty-four-year-old virgin, who had hardly even been kissed. At least not technically. Guys had tried to kiss me, but every time they did, I recoiled in revulsion. I had even challenged a few girls to try to kiss me, thinking that maybe I was looking for the wrong outlet, but no, the result was always the same.

I had overheard other giggling girls talk about masturbation, had given that a try, but nothing. I had felt nothing. For a while I watched and read porn excessively, thinking, hoping, I might find what would do the trick for me, but still nothing.

Medical tests? Nothing.

I was healthy from head to toe. My hormones were in perfect balance and other than my more than strange blood type, I was in the prime of my life.

But now?

Tentatively I brushed the tips of my fingers over my prickling nipples and took a sharp breath in at the sensation it caused. Warm and tingling, it ran through my body, leaving me wanting.

"The comet is said to be visible today between ten and eleven Eastern Standard Time," Eve said on the TV, interrupting my delicious exploring.

I lifted my head and stared at images of a round object followed by a trail of red hurtling through space and gasped. For some reason, the comet reminded me of the eyes that had followed me in my dreams for as long as I could remember.

That revelation took care of any sexual urges I might have experienced, even though they had been a first. Hypnotized, I stared at the image on TV.

"These are the first pictures we were able to capture through the Hubble Space Telescope, and NASA was generous enough to share them with us. I don't know about you, but I can't wait to see it later today. Scientists say we have next to no record of the comet called Chiron as it's said to visit Earth only every seven hundred years. Which put the last sighting in the thirteenth century."

Fascinated, I listened as she brought on a new guest, Dr. Sean Weinstein, PhD, incidentally my new boss. Well, technically my boss's boss, or maybe more like my boss's boss's boss. However that worked.

"Thank you, Eve, and thank you for mentioning Chiron's last visit. It's very peculiar that we found so few records of its sighting, even though we have excellent history records dating back to that time." Dr. Weinstein's voice was deep and hypnotizing, and I could have listened to him all day, but seeing him reminded me that today was my first day at work, and I decided I better get some coffee, a shower, and myself ready.

Slowly, the face of the unknown man, if that was what he was, faded, leaving only a faint echo of… longing? What the hell? I dismissed that thought quickly. I hit the button on the coffeemaker, which I had prepared the night before, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Floor to ceiling white Thassos marble greeted me, momentarily blinding me as usual, and I blinked a few times. Backlit mirrors, spanning the two cabinet-filled walls, reflected my bedraggled image.

My white pajamas were slightly askew; most of my nearly carrot-red hair had escaped its long braid and surrounded me in a mess of curls. I sighed. I wouldn't have the time to wash and dry my hair before I was scheduled to show up at work. I would have to put it into a bun.

I turned on the shower to allow the water to warm while I took my pajamas off and neatly folded them to place on one of the generous vanity spaces. I took in the seemingly endless counterspace, moving from one wall around a corner to the next, most of it empty, wasted space.

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