Alien Romance: Grabbed By The Alien Lord: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 2) (3 page)

A beautiful face, deliciously curved body, and smooth nicely lined legs – it was little wonder the
collectors
had taken such neat care.

*

There was no question that the man was staring; he had looked her over from the crown of her unruly curls to the toes of her feet.  Amelia had taken the stare – at least she wasn’t being molested, her orifices opened, and exposed to a room full of people.  Instead, Amelia took the opportunity to study the male who had purchased her.

He was bigger than most Earth or Earth-descent men; he would tower over her average 173 su, or rather, standard units – the modern term for what had once been called centimeters. 

Amelia still marveled that the world had been divided on the unit of measurement system for as a long as it had.  However, those times were finished; with the foundation of the world federation in 2257 units of measure had been standardized.

Most blatantly humanoid males in the Milky Way were between 178 and 191 standard units.  Amelia’s intergalactic was at least 208 su.  His shoulders were broad; his neck thick; his body more heavily muscled than the loose tunic he wore revealed. 

She had felt the thick cords of raw strength masked beneath the soft, dark, linen as she had struggled beneath him.  The tunic couldn’t mask the musculature of his long legs – legs that had they been on earth would only belong to an Olympic sprinter turned body builder.  His thighs and calves bulged through the fitted…
leggings?...
that he wore. 

His hands were large, with broad palms and long, strong fingers.  However, despite the man’s impressive size, his most striking features found home on his face. 

A slightly pointed, strong jaw was shadowed with stubble and high, defined cheeks rose in the man’s rectangular face.  His Roman-esque nose cut the sharp planes of the man’s cheeks and rested above a wide mouth.  His lips were firm – the top one, narrow with a defined bowman’s grip, the lower fuller. 

There were no laugh lines; instead it seemed the man kept his face devoid of emotion, with just a hint of a menacing scowl to show through.  Those fierce features would have been impressive; however, the eyes made him beyond compare. 

His eyes iridesced the pale lavender of an amethyst crystal; the glimmering depths rimmed with a grey band the hue of desert storms that brought rain to the thirsty reaches of a wasteland.

The intergalactic male had a face of dreams.  It was the face of prurient, illicit dreams – the types of dreams that had driven Amelia to consider the damn lovers conference in the first place.

To distract herself from the twist in her thoughts, Amelia asked, “What do they mean then?” 

“A
haltha
is an animal of this world – I will show you one.”  The corners of his lips tilted upward, ever so slightly.

That man is doing to have a devastating smile when – if ever he uses it.

“
Alahi
is what I’ve been calling you.  Humans take names, yes?”

“We don’t take them – they are given by our parents, unless for some reason we desire to change it once we are adults.”

“Then what name were you given?”  At Amelia’s silence, the male shrugged, “I can just continue to call you
Alahi
then.”

“What does it mean?”  There was undoubtedly a meaning behind the name and as a linguist; Amelia wanted to know what it was.

“Spirit – ever since I saw you take on the
collectors
at the space port, what struck me was that you still had one.”  The man was strangely honest – but the genuineness drew the answer to his question from her.

“Amelia.  My name is Amelia.”

*

Galtan rolled the name around in his head. 
Amiilya…Amiilya.
 

“Amiilya?”

“Yes.  Amiilya Glass.” 
Why did she add to it?  Is ‘Glass’ in addition to Amiilya or is it all the same?

“What is the Glass?” 

“Glass is my family name.”  Galtan wondered if something on his face gave away his confusion when she extrapolated.  “Humans often bear their family name – most often passed down the paternal line.  Glass was my father’s family name.”

“So, you take your father’s name as a family name?”  There were a couple of races that took a parents’ name, but Galtan had only ever heard that indicated by ‘son of…’ or ‘daughter of…’ – never had he heard just the name.

“Not exactly,” Amiilya answered.  She paused, pressed her full lips together, as she looked for an explanation.  “What is your name,” she asked. 

Galtan was a bit surprised, granted he had not considered what he would have the human call him; yet, to be asked outright was surprising. 
She is probably looking for a comparison
, his ever logical mind suggested.

              “Galtan.”

“Is that all you go by?  Galtan?”

“I also go by ‘Lord Commander of the Armies’”

“That is a title,” Amiilya commented.  “Are you the only ‘Galtan’ on this planet?”

“No.  While ‘Galtan’ isn’t common, I am not the only one.”

“If all of those bearing the name Galtan were put together in a room and someone wanted to address just you, how would they specify you from the other ‘Galtan’s?”  It was an odd question – apparently Amiilya was an intellectual sort. 

“I would be Galtan of Aruthga’ly.”

“What is Aruthga’ly?”

“A clan of Amirak-Renians.”  Galtan could tell she was about to ask another question, so he pre-emptively addressed it; “This is the super planet Amirak-Ren.”

“OK.”
Whatever that articulation means…
“So, are all of the Aruthga’ly related?”

“In a way.”  Reproduction was a complicated issue on Amirak-Ren, Galtan preferred to keep his human focused on names; the reason there was a market for human slaves on Amirak-Ren could wait for another passing of the suns.

“Well I guess that is the closest comparison you have here.  Glass would be the name of the clan that I hail from on Earth.”  She glanced around the room, Galtan could sense another question brewing – there was one in particular that he was waiting for.  Amiilya didn’t disappoint him.

“So, what are you going to do with me?”

*

Some would prefer to wallow in ignorance – thinking that if they didn’t ask, and it wasn’t confirmed, then it wasn’t true – in a situation regarding enslavement; Amelia was no such person. 

She was too pragmatic.  Galtan –
interesting name
– had all but devoured her with his fascinating eyes.  Amelia would rather know upfront whether the man planned to use her carnally.

“I hadn’t really thought about it – I suppose it would be best if I find a way for you to get back to your home world.”

“You’re going to let me go?”  The words escaped before Amelia could think to stop them.  “Seems odd that you would pay to free a slave you bought.”  Amelia wanted what he said to be true, but it was almost too good to be so.

“If I had allowed the other bidder to win you – you would not have survived through tomorrow.”  He said it plainly, indicating that it was a common instance for human slaves to die at their purchaser’s hands.

“Why me?”  Amelia’s voice was hardly more than a whisper as she stared into the face that would be guaranteed to haunt her in the future.

“If you are to be tamed then I will do so; but you will not be broken in the process.”  Lavender eyes bore into blue, Galtan’s voice rumbled through the room.  “I couldn’t let them break you.”

*

Galtan knew that Amelia was confused, that she would question his motivations eventually; however, he took advantage of her silence and strode to the hidden door of the wardrobe storage.  True, many slaves were made to be nude – but Galtan had no desire for his human to go about that way. 

              He found a sleeveless tunic of blue so dark it was nearly black.  The fabric shimmered and would be soft on the pale cream of her skin.  Galtan grabbed a length of silver chord that had come loose from a robe, and turned to find the woman sitting on the side of the bed closest to him; watching him. 

             
I’ll take her to the clothier. 
Galtan knew that the merchant would likely want to complain about clothing a slave, but Galtan was a man few crossed. 

As he reached the bed, Galtan tossed the chord over his shoulder and held the bottom of the tunic open.  Amiilya looked at the garment, then to him, and then back to the garment. 

She shrugged and raised her arms to feed them into the tunic as she stood.  He released the fabric, and let flutter down to obscure the curves of Amiilya’s body.

Cut to fit him, the armholes were open to the tops of her hips.  His human quirked a brow at him over the expanse of skin still showing.

*

Technically it’ll cover some things…like my crotch since it goes past my knees.
  However, with every step, her breasts would be on display through the giant slits down the sides of the garment Galtan was dressing her in. 

              As she quirked a brow at him, her intergalactic dresser fed the silver chord he had tossed over his shoulder through the arm holes, across her belly.  He then slid it up her skin to just below her breasts and cinched the fabric.  He then crisscrossed the chord around her body over and over again – back cross, front cross, back cross, front cross – ending on a back cross, Galtan turned her and knotted the chord.

Amelia’s breasts were secured behind a precarious sling of shimmering midnight blue, the chord wrapped about her torso in a manner similar to ancient Grecian women.  However, with her body, the ensemble was vaguely pornographic
.
 

Amelia bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing.
Well, it’s best to find humour where one can, right?
  It seemed Galtan had noticed her mirth, despite Amelia’s attempts to hide it.

“What amuses you?  I intend to get more suitable clothing for you, but this will have to do for now.”

              “Nothing.”  Apparently that answer wasn’t going to fly, lavender eyes stared unblinkingly at her.  Amelia sighed.  “I look like an actor in a porno.”

The man’s brows bunched, “What is a ‘porno’?”

              “Are you serious?”  Amelia stared at him her mouth agape. 
Is this because they have slaves?

Chapter 3 …
A Dark Word of Glittering Gems

Before taking Amiilya beyond the safety of his home, Galtan had found a delicate loop of gold wire.  She had watched him curiously as he had bent one of the ends in order to secure the other.  Unfortunately, she realized that it was a brand of ownership when he had hooked the small tag he had received from the auction house on the loop.

“Where are you planning on putting that?”  Amiilya’s voice had been careful when she had asked.

“You have pre-existing holes in your ears; the loop should be small enough to fit comfortably.”  Galtan had noticed she had looked relieved at his answer before she took the loop and tag from him and hooked the ring through the lobe of her ear. 

“Where did you think it was going,” he couldn’t help but ask.

“Other women were having piercings put into various places…”

“No,
Alahi,
I have no intention of putting more holes in your body than you already have.”

“Well, I am happy for that.” She said simply.  A pensive expression crossed the woman’s beautiful face.

“What is it?”

“Just curiosity; and its eternal aim to kill an otherwise harmless cat.”  Galtan cocked his head to the side and stared at the woman.

             
What in all of the stars does that mean?

“What are you curious about?”  He hoped that his own confusion would be clarified in the course of her explanation.

“Oh.  I was just wondering where we are going.” 

              Galtan contemplated the woman, internally shaking his head, he hated to think what another being would have don had she asked them that question.  He would have to keep a close eye on her.  Amiilya was obviously an intelligent woman; Galtan just hoped that she would have the practical sense to refrain from being obviously independent outside of his home. 

              “A clothier first.  After that I have to check in at the
Pavathi
.”

“That one didn’t translate…” his human interjected.  Galtan searched for a way to define the
Pavathi.

“Pavathi
is the name of the center of the military governance here, on Amirak-Ren.”

“Oh, ok.  Do you work there?  I mean, are you a member of the planet’s military force.”

“As I explained earlier, I am the Lord Commander of the Armies of Amirak-Ren.” Galtan was carful in his phrasing – he suspected that his human was of the impression that his title was one of several, not an exclusive title.

“Yes, but that is a title.  Titles on Earth can mean many things,” Amiilya stared at Galtan a moment.  “Is that not the case here?”

“Amirak-Ren is a planet greatly run by military forces – there is a monarchical family, but they are rarely involved in the actual day to day management of the planet.”

“Meaning,” she pressed.  Galtan sighed, but realized that it would be in both or their best interests to take care of the explanations now, in private.

Perhaps if I am upfront, I can convince her to play the role of the submissive human slave.
 

*

Galtan was presently staring Amelia down – the stare seemed more contemplative than forbidding, so she waited.  He seemed to be weighing alternatives. 
Is military service that secretive on this planet?
  Galtan heaved a sigh when it seemed he had made up his mind.