Rescued By Tordin: Olodian Alien Warrior Romance (7 page)

“Look, Malm, I’m serious and not playing around. Please, tell me the truth. Where are we, and what’s really going on? Don’t you think I’ve been through enough to deserve the truth?”

Malm looked at her for a long moment and then spoke. “The other male, Jalek, has gone to get Lord Tordin to speak with you and provide proof you are on board his spacecraft. When he gets here, he will explain to you what is going on. Kyra, I promise you, you are in no danger. Please believe me. I know this may be hard to accept, but we are who we say we are. We are Olodians. We are not from your Earth planet or constellation. I do wish there was some way to help you understand this, but maybe meeting our commander will provide the answers you seek.”

Kyra released the breath she’d been holding. Of late she’d learned that about herself. When under extreme stress, she was a breath-holder. No time to analyze that at the moment, though. Right now she had to figure out what was truth and what was some horrible nightmare she’d woken up to.

Malm looked a bit tense, and she felt bad for her antics. He had only been nice and accommodating to her. She, on the other hand had flown off the handle, insulting and accusing him of lying to her. She had better manners than that. From here on, she would be the better person and do what Phoebe would in a time like this. Oh no! Where was Phoebe?

Kyra decided to start over and ask questions that got her the answers that mattered.

“Malm? Do you happen to know where my friend Phoebe is? Is she all right?”

Malm’s stance softened again as he answered, “Yes, Phoebe is here and alive. Your friend is in another part of the Healing Section. Her body is healing properly by your species’ standards. She endured quite a few injuries and gas poisoning. It will take time, but she should make a full bodily recovery.”

He might be alien, but Kyra could still tell when a person wasn’t telling her the entire story.

She asked, “Malm, what are you not telling me about Phoebe? Can I see and talk with her?”

He hesitated, looking away for a brief moment as if searching for words. “Yes, you may see her, but as for talking with her, she is not able to communicate with you or anyone at this time.”

“Why, what’s wrong? What happened to her?” Kyra asked. Her voice was laced with panic.

“As I said before, she suffered many injuries and was without proper oxygen for a while. She is in a deep healing sleep from which she will not awaken until she is healed. I believe your language calls it a coma.”

A coma! Phoebe was in a coma?

“Malm, I have to see her for myself. How long has she been in a coma? How long have we been here?”

“By your planet’s rotational scale, we calculate you’ve been on board for four Earth cycles… days.”

“Four days! I’ve been sleep for four days? Did you give us something to keep us sedated for that long?”

Malm looked confused. The corners of his eyes crinkled as if trying to scry into some unseen realm. Then he replied, “No. You were not given any healing applications except fluids to keep you hydrated and food to sustain your bodily systems. As for your friend, she was given applications to help her body heal, but her consciousness is healing on its own. She will be in her coma for as long as her system sees fit. Her body is healing, and we believe her consciousness is, too.”

Kyra thought she understood most of what he said, but she still had a hard time believing she’d slept unaided for four days straight. Maybe their calculations of Earth time were off. She started to ask him how they calculated Earth days when the other man, Jalek, re-entered.

Behind him was another even taller man dressed in what looked like impressive activity attire, like he was about to go to the gym, only more stylish and tailored. Since the room was dimly lit, she couldn’t make out faces too well until they came closer. The other man appeared to look at her from the shadowy periphery of the large space. What was he doing? Trying to intimidate her? She had to assume this was the famous Lord Tordin Malm had spoken of, based on how the two other men’s countenances straightened and became respectful of his presence.

Then she heard that sub-vocal murmuring she’d heard when they first rescued her. Malm’s lips were moving slightly, as were Jalek’s as he came to stand by her again. She stayed silent, trying to take in as much information as possible. The atmosphere had changed significantly. Where she had been pleasant, she now felt hot and excited. She couldn’t be sure if, with the entrance of this Lord, the temperature had changed, or if it was him. Maybe he was a hotbox furnace, throwing off immense heat. That might explain his reason for being so rude and hanging back, like she was infected with something.

Instead of remaining shy, now she felt the beginnings of frustration. She didn’t want to throw a hate dance on this man’s ship, but would it kill him to act like he had some manners and come closer so she could meet him? She was pretty sure she wasn’t contagious or anything. They would have had her in a bubble or quarantine if that were the case, right? She decided to cling to the rapport she’d built with Malm and directed her attention toward him.

“Malm, who came in? I can’t make the person out.” She felt certain it was their leader.

Malm looked to the shadows, gave a nod and then said, “Kyra, please allow me to introduce Lord Tordin. He is here to answer any questions you might have. Due to our current mission, Jalek and I must return to the command bridge. Lord Tordin wanted to give you time to get settled before he came. Are you in pain or in need of anything? We can bring you refreshment and nourishment— food. I believe that is what you call it—if you are famished.”

What? They were going to leave her with the Shadow? That was so rude, but she remained committed to acting with grace and dignity, no matter what they threw her way.

Instead of voicing her feelings and thoughts on the way this was unfolding she said, “No, Malm, I’m fine. I’m in no pain, but I could use something to drink and eat if that wouldn’t be too much trouble.” She did have to admit her stomach had started speaking as loudly as anyone in the room.

“As you wish, Kyra. We will have something brought to you now. We have modified your meals to mimic those of your region of the Earth planet, although our—I believe you call them vegetables and proteins…excuse me, I am still attempting to get used to using your words for things—will be slightly different. Your body has accepted everything we’ve fed you so far without rejection, so you should be able to eat without fear,” he said with a slight smile that made his scar move into a faint arc over the side of his face.

Malm really was beautiful, but she was beginning to like him as a friend, as well. She offered him a smile and said, “Malm, I think you have a better grasp on what I need to eat than I do at the moment. I will accept whatever you send in. Thank you.” There, she hoped that was gracious enough. Plus, she found that she really meant it, where he was concerned.

He offered her a wider smile this time, unleashing a dazzling set of straight, white teeth. This was so unfair. She could feel the plaque that started to feel like hair growing on her own teeth, and her breath was beyond putrid. How could they stand to stay in there with her? No, she needed a proper bath and to freshen up before she spoke with this shadowy Lord Tordin.

Oh well, might as well ask for what I want
. “Malm, there is something I am in great need of before I talk with…his highness Lord Tordin over there,” she said pointing with her chin to the shadows where he lurked, watching.

“Yes, Kyra, what is it?”

“I need a bath. I would like to clean my teeth and mouth and put on some clothing before I eat and speak with Lord Tordin. Do you have things for me to attend to that?” Good, let the old stuffy Lord wait until she was able to get onto better footing. She didn’t want to talk with him with no clothes and a yucky mouth, anyway.

Malm did that subvocalizing thing again and said, “Please forgive. We have invaded your sanctity of personal space. We are excited you are awake and well. Our enthusiasm exceeded our understanding of priorities. Yes, Lord Tordin has called for those things to be sent to you now. Do you need help attending to your personal ministrations?”

“My personal ministrations? I’m sorry I don’t understand.”

“Oh, again forgive. I mean with your cleansing ritual or relieving yourself?”

“Oh, I see,” Kyra said, embarrassment flooding back in. “Does your designated area for doing this differ from that on Earth? If not, I should be able to handle it by myself. I mean, you don’t have any animals that will try to suck dirt off me or enter my mouth to brush my teeth or anything, do you?”

Again he chuckled, and this time it was chorused with two other deep male voices.

“No, Kyra. Our rooms differ a little from those on Earth, but you should be able to comprehend what to do once you’re in there. I also promise it will be only you in there, no other little… animals. Yes, I mean no animals will be in there with you.” He looked around to Lord Tordin, and after a moment he added, “We will leave until you are finished. Please wave your hand over this panel to let us know when to send food. For now, thank you for offering peace upon hearing of your current location and who we are. Your grace is greatly appreciated and admired. We will take our leave now.”

And as quiet as the air, Malm and the others left the room, leaving Kyra to figure out how to get off that very soft platform and start her new life on this alien spacecraft.

“
I
swear
I’m never getting out of this thing,” Kyra said to herself.

She was in a cleansing room, where the equivalent of a tub was a wading pool. She pondered the empty pool and finally realized that she needed only to step into it, and it began to fill. The liquid had a blue-green tint to it like ocean water, but it seemed to stay at the perfect temperature for her body and what she liked. At first she balked at having to bathe in a pool instead of the shower she’d used all her life, but she remembered her personal pledge and decided to continue being grateful for everything. She and Phoebe would be dead now if it hadn’t been for these beings.

There were no hot and cold controls, just more panels to wave her hand over. The liquid quickly filled the pool to right above her navel and below her breasts. As she rubbed this water on her skin, it sparkled and fizzed. She watched in amazement as her skin began to gleam as if she’d spent all day at a top-of-the-line spa. She accidentally bumped into the side of the pool, only to discover it massaged her where she touched it. Thus began her love affair with the thing.

She channeled her inner cat and rubbed every portion she could expose to those walls for the best massage she’d ever experienced. Then came the true test. Could she do it? Her hair smelled sour, and she desperately needed to shampoo it. It was a tangled, matted mess. She had none of the many instruments and products she normally used, but she couldn’t take the stench of it. With a resolution to look like a clown if necessary she dunked her head back into the water. Just as it had on her body, the liquid fizzed deliciously against her scalp. She decided to try to finger comb her hair while it was submerged. To her utter disbelief, instead of snarling in the knots and tangles, her fingers glided through the curls from root to tip. Once her hair and scalp felt as clean as her body, she waded around the pool, allowing the liquid wrapping to envelop her like a super soft blanket.

After staying in for way too long, she made the mournful march out and noticed the liquid receding before she waved another hand over the panels. Another shocker was that she was completely dry. She felt moisturized, energized, like a million bucks in fact, but there was no wet, dripping mess on the floor. She wasn’t even wrinkled like a prune.

“Yes, this is my new place of worship,” Kyra said with a laugh.

She looked around and spotted a basin. There was no toothbrush, but there were pink and red capsules in a bowl next to it. She smelled them to discover they smelled like berries—the real ones, not the artificial scent used in products. She popped one of the capsules between her thumb and index finger to examine the liquid inside. The aroma of berries filled the room. She took a timid taste of the liquid and was surprised when it fizzled on her teeth and tongue. She spat it out in the basin, noting that her mouth felt a little cleaner.

This must be how they clean their teeth. Please don’t let me poison myself by mistaking this for toothpaste when it’s really something like hand soap or bathroom cleaner.

She popped two of the capsules into her mouth and bit down. The liquid immediately expanded and filled her mouth with fizz. It had a tingle that reminded her of hydrogen peroxide from home. She tried to swish the liquid around but it solidified when she moved her mouth and liquified up when she stopped. Kyra felt the liquid weaving itself between her teeth, brushing them and her gums. The sensation of fizzing, brushing and scraping made her want to giggle.

It scrubbed her tongue, the insides of her cheeks and even the back of her mouth and her tonsils. This was a 3-D experience of dental hygiene, and she was a big fan. She waited for another few minutes as the liquid did its thing, and then like magic the fizzing berry taste faded away to nothing. She looked at her reflection in a mirrored wall on the other side of the lighted room. Not only did her teeth look like they’d been professionally whitened, they looked extraordinary somehow. She’d always had a decent smile, but now she looked like a starlet.

But that wasn’t the only transformation. Her skin looked amazing. Gone was the drab gray undertone that came from months of no direct sunlight. It was replaced with the perfect healthy glow. And her hair? Forget about it! She looked like she’d spent all day at the hands of a hair whisperer. It looked gorgeous, and she looked like she’d been Photoshopped by a pro.

Was this why all the men looked so perfect?

“I have to make sure I get all this alien technology. I wonder if I can…” and then she stopped herself. She was about to try to dismantle the pool and everything in the cleansing room to see how it all worked. “Kyra, please don’t get catapulted into outer space for pissing off the aliens,” she said, chastising herself for her insatiable tendency to take things apart.

That reminder brought her attention back to clothing and food.

There were no towels, but she didn’t need them since there was nothing to dry. She peeked back out into the room to make sure she was still alone. When she approached the platform that was her bed, she saw a set of clothes and new, boot-like shoes. There was a top, pants and even underwear! The latter looked like her own bra and panties but newer.

Hmm. Did they have access to lingerie?

She eyed the new top and pants with dread. It would be so embarrassing if they were too small. She’d been known to turn even a t-shirt into a risqué experience. Kyra knew she’d been at this freshening-up thing too long; she couldn’t put off meeting the Lord Tordin any longer.

“Time to be the woman of your dreams—confident. Take this one piece at a time,” she counseled herself.

To her surprise, not only did the bra and panties fit better than the originals, her top and pants fit like they’d been tailor made. She slipped into the boots, amazed that they were comfortable as well. These aliens rocked!

This whole thing was looking up. Maybe it was a reward for enduring the day from hell. She’d managed to triumph, despite Brantley’s best efforts to ensure otherwise. Malm and these aliens might be angels—drop-dead gorgeous angels—but why did Brantley have to be here, too?

“Argh, that rotten little weasel,” she mumbled and notice how her demeanor instantly deteriorated. She’d make a decision then and there to not be angry with Brantley any longer. From here on, she would live with gratitude for every moment.

After her food was sent in and she’d eaten what was probably the best meal of her life, she waved a hand over the panel to let them know she was ready to talk with Lord Tordin.

T
he walk
to Lord Tordin’s section was shorter than Kyra had expected. Another tall, great-looking man led her in and showed her to a chair next to a huge observation window, and her heartbeat started to settle back down. She watched the hypnotic lure of outer space, the far-reaching void, as she often though of it. Even though she knew the ship was moving at what was most likely a crazy fast speed, space was too vast to be bothered with providing scenery for their trivial existence. Instead, she concentrated on watching other ships off to the side of this one, traveling alongside it.

This really was a fleet of ships. Lord Tordin must be some big shot.

Movement behind her drew her attention back to the room. She turned to see a very tall, muscular man standing in front of a desk far across the room with his back to her. She watched with rapt fascination, as that man did not look like the older Lord she was expecting.

Must be one of his officers
, she thought.

She wondered who he was. Something about him made her come alive. Every part of her sizzled with awareness of her arousal. She scanned the back of what was no doubt his perfect body. She knew it would be perfect if he was like the others. Working her way up from his powerful long legs to the perfect footballer’s butt, past the narrow waist, up to the cobra-like back and still farther up until she stopped at…jet black, almost blue hair that played with the collar of his shirt. She took in her fill of what must be another one of Lord Tordin’s beautiful warriors.

Blue-black hair. He had blue-black hair.

Her heart beat so fast it could explode through her chest if it wanted to. Was this her sex god? It couldn’t be. This alien couldn’t be the man who’d invaded so many of her most explicit dreams of late. She crossed her legs as the tell-tale signs of moist arousal tickled her lady bits and started to wet her panties.

Maybe this wasn’t him. Maybe it was a coincidence with the hair. She hoped and prayed this alien officer wouldn’t pick up on how much he affected her. Where was this Lord Tordin? Why was he taking so long to meet with her, and why was this man here ignoring her?

As if sensing her questions, he turned around and strode toward her with his head bent, reading a glass-like tablet. When he got closer, he looked up and locked eyes with hers.

It
was
him!

Diamonds. That’s all she could formulate to describe those eyes of his. Huge, perfectly beautiful diamonds. They sparkled from across the remaining expanse of room between them. Then it got worse. He approached her, invading her extended personal space, and she wanted to disappear into the chair. This was the most amazing, gorgeous, beautiful, fine, hot, handsome, sexy, attractive, seductive man she’d ever laid eyes on, and he was right in front of her, only a few strides away. As he kept advancing toward her, she realized those words were far too inadequate to describe him.

Don’t stand up. Don’t do it. You will fall—on your face—in front of the incarnation of the man you’ve dreamed about giving your virginity away to for weeks.

When he came within a few feet of her, that same addictively fragrant scent from her dreams played with her nose, and she had to fight to remain cordially aloof. She wanted him, right here, right now. He smiled, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. His was a smile that could serve as a stand-in for the Earth’s sun. She was officially done for.

Don’t ask him to give you babies, don’t drool, and for sugar’s sake, don’t jump him!

He extended a massive hand to offer a handshake. Kyra didn’t know if this was a universal custom, but she didn’t want to chance touching him and losing all sense of decorum. She couldn’t be held responsible for what she might do to this Adonis in the flesh. Instead, she stared at his proffered hand with a focus that could burn if her gaze were a magnifying glass.

Like thunder rumbling, his voice was deep and full as he spoke. “Hello, Kyra, I’m Lord Tordin, but please call me Tordin. It is good to finally meet you, now that you are awake and, I hope, refreshed.”

And that’s when her panties became drenched with evidence of the arousal he wrought within her. She prayed he couldn’t tell how he affected her, but judging by the look on his face, he knew full well.

Don’t be a punk. Toughen up and shake the man’s hand.

With bravery she knew she borrowed from somewhere else, she stuck her hand out to shake his. When he took her hand, enveloping it into his own massive one and covering it with his other, she knew it was over.

Sparks.

White hot sparks of electricity, fast and furious, raced through her body, igniting her every nerve. The overwhelming flood of sensations was too much. She wanted to snatch her hand away and at the same time run into his arms and attempt to climb into him. It hurt, and it felt like the best thing she’d ever experienced. She held on until she couldn’t any longer.

No, no, no, not again,
she thought with desperation.

Everything was closing in as if the inky black void of outer space was seeping into the room, threatening to overtake her as well. She couldn’t give in to it. She had so many questions. Why did he of all people or aliens have this effect on her?

Everything faded to black.

H
e couldn’t deny
it any longer. The unction was real. He’d tested it, and it was proven to be true.

Knowing the customs of Earth, he’d extended his right hand to greet her to establish the first touch while they were both in a conscious state. He noticed how she’d hesitated but didn’t deny the offer of introduction. When they touched, the connection was too powerful to resist. The spike of pure, potent, powerful passion that flooded him must have transferred into her, causing her to faint. She was his receiver in this unction. He knew it. She would receive, magnify, grow and nurture anything he gave her to the best outcome for both of them.