ROMANCE: MY ALIEN KING: Scifi Alien Invasion Abduction Contemporary Romance (Paranormal Fantasy BBW Alien Contact Anthologies & Collections Book 1) (15 page)

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“Of course I am,” the man replied, now less than a meter away from her prone body. Within seconds of getting close his manhood quickly reacted to the woman’s presence, engorging itself significantly. It did not get completely erect, but it was apparent that he at least had not lied to her completely about his interests.

“I see that your second brain has some other ideas,” Jasmine commented, trying to alleviate her anxiety with some quick humor. It did not help.

“The body wants what the body wants, Miss Paulson. My mission, however, ranks high above the simple needs of the flesh,” James replied, turning his head toward the grotesque device and lighting his eyes up again. With an unnerving sound of metal moving against metal, the device reacted, extending one of its arms toward the woman’s nude body, activating it along the way.

It’s not sharp,
she sighed in relief, noting that the mechanical limb that hovered over her face appeared more akin to a highly advanced lamp.
Unless, of course, it’s some sort of laser.

She didn’t have time to think about that possibility, though, for within less than a second the soft yellow light that the instrument emanated had bathed her face, producing no unpleasant sensation whatsoever.

“You’ll be glad to know that you’ve passed the initial round of check-ups, by the way.” James spoke while the contraption was doing its thing, the diodes still lighting up in his eyes. “You are a viable candidate for my research. This examination you are about to undergo, however unpleasant, is the crucial step to determine whether you are the one.”

The what?
Jasmine wondered while the machine worked its way toward her belly, and further down. She was just about to ask him what he meant when the sight of his now completely erect member caught her attention. It was humongous, and the man’s complete lack of paying it any attention had made it all the more eye-grabbing.

“Does this turn you on, James?” Jasmine couldn’t resist commenting, despite having no idea of how her captor would react. “Are bondage and flashlights your kind of thing?”

“Don’t be silly.” James smiled for the first time since he’d entered the room, finally showing a little bit of the persona he had shown her tonight.

“This stuff is not my kind of thing,” he continued, now allowing his inhuman gaze to meet her own. “You are.”

Wide-eyed and mouth agape, the captive woman did not know how to react. Was he telling her the truth all the while?

He most definitely wants me,
she reminded herself, that knowledge calming the anxiety that threatened to tear her down from within. She was once again capable of rational though, and that capability was a comfort.

“Do you do this to everyone you like, or just the ones you
really
like, then? Because, let me tell you, James, this is not that good of a relationship opener.” She managed to smile as she spoke, hopefully softening any blow that her response might have on this man’s possibly fragile ego.

The explosion of anger that she expected didn’t follow, her captor replying with a widened grin instead. At first it was difficult for her to read the emotions of someone with no whites in his eyes, but now his expression appeared genuinely amused.

“That’s a good part of why I like you so much, Jasmine. You possess a strong spirit, one that was way too fierce for that place I found you in. You’ll fit in perfectly when I get you home.” As if it reacted to what he said, the machine gave off a pleasant sound. It was not unlike that of a jackpot tune they’d play in a casino.

Home?

“And here we are,” James continued, now even more elated than he was a minute ago. “Phase two is a match as well. That is two down, one to go.” As he talked, the machine rotated, drawing the flashlight arm back toward itself, while extending another one forward. The instrument that stuck out from this mechanical limb, though, sent shivers down the woman’s spine. It was a long, segmented silver tentacle, slithering in an unsightly way.

“Please don’t tell me that’s going where I think it’s going,” she gasped, grossed out of her mind.

“The sooner we begin, the sooner it will be over,” James replied, the diodes in his eyes ordering the machine to proceed where it had to go.

Oh, please no.
She tried to squirm, but the straps that James had set immobilized her completely. The mechanical limb moved with calculated precision, and the instrument slid inside her with ease.

It was not particularly thick or painful, but the coldness of the thing, combined with the disgusting appearance she knew it had, turned the experience into a thoroughly unpleasant one. The segmented instrument buzzed and felt around, bending at unpleasant and not-so-unpleasant angles, making every moment seem like a small eternity.

By the time it was over she was almost out of breath, her horror the only thing that kept her conscious. Furiously, she turned her head toward her captor, ready to spit in his face.

“You… you sick, vicious bastard!” Jasmine was just about to go through with her plan, when the sight of James silenced her on the spot. His erection was gone, as he apparently did not take pleasure from doing what he did to her, which was a bit of a relief. His expression, however, was that of outright joy.

“I suggest we leave the pillow talk for later, Jasmine,” he finally said, turning that inhuman gaze back toward her own. “Now is a time for celebration, instead. Congratulations, Miss Paulson, you are a perfect match.”

A perfect match for what?

“I suppose that you have questions.” He turned his head back toward the horrible machine, the diodes in his eyes lighting up again and making it fold back into itself and meld into the floor. Within a second, Jasmine’s bed moved again, returning to the position it held before this horrible ordeal began. “I suggest that you ask them now. We probably won’t get much time to talk once we arrive.”

“Arrive where? What did you just do to me? What am I a match for?” Jasmine spouted the words so fast they almost joined into a single sentence.

“We are going back to my home planet, of course. You will be highly welcome there, being genetically compatible to bear the children of my great race. That, of course, was my original mission.”

For several seconds, Jasmine could not even breathe, let alone speak, the words sticking in her throat.
James is an alien?
The idea was completely insane. So was everything else, however. One more degree of madness didn’t make that much of a difference.

“But… but you look just like we all do! Besides the eyes, I mean.”

“Appearances are but a formality where I come from, Jasmine. When you reach a certain degree of technological advancement, even the sky is no longer a limit. The eyes, unfortunately, are a complete necessity. Altering them would be highly impractical.”

“So your appearance is the result of
surgery
?”

“Sure, as much as nuclear physics is the result of a caveman grinding a couple of stones together in order to create fire,” James replied, a bit too eager to continue conversing with her.

One thing did not change,
she noted.
He is still completely full of himself.

“I understand,” she responded, thinking things through for a short moment. “So, let me get this straight—the reason you came to earth is that
you can’t get a girlfriend?

This was risky, she knew, but it was the only real option she had. James was not completely detached from the situation. He actually liked her, even if he did not admit it to himself, and that meant that she had at least
some
degree of influence over his alien mind.

“I am here because the survival of our great race is in question!” he yelled out in response, his veneer of self-control cracking for the first time since they met. “Did you ever have that burden dropped onto your back, Jasmine? Did you get sent to scour a desert full of inbred simpletons, told to find a promising candidate among that rabble? Don’t make me laugh. The greatest crisis you’ve ever had to endure was getting through Saturday night.”

She could have argued his point. She could have noted the darkest parts of her life, and all the ways in which he was wrong, but she didn’t. Instead, she merely asked him a question.

“Is it worth it, then? Giving me up to whoever it was who ordered you to do this, despite your feelings for me?”

Tightening his lips, James merely stared at her, disbelieving what it was that she had just said. She was right, and his expression was as easy to read as an open book.

“You don’t know the first thing about me, human.”

“Really? Do you want me to take notes? Fine. First off, I know that you did not lie to me
once
since the time I’ve met you in that gutter of a bar. Sure, you’ve told me a lot of half-truths, but not once did you say an actual lie. I saw the way you looked at me, both clothed and nude, and you can’t fake that. Real, actual human beings take decades to perfect the skill and even they are not as good at it as you’d like me to think you are. Want me to go on?”

“No. You’ve made your point.” James’ expression was similar to the one that people would wear around a graveyard. “Let’s assume that you are right. What then?”

“You want me to believe that, feeling what you feel toward me, you would be
just fine
with handing me over to your employer, or whoever it is that orders you around?”

The way that the alien’s jaws tightened at the mention of his superior betrayed just how unhappy he was with the way of things back on his home planet.

“Let me guess, you aren’t exactly the first in the pecking order up there, are you?” She pressed her point, careful not to set him off completely.

“We have the elite tribes, and they run the society. I am what you would call a… a ranger, although the comparison is rather crude.” The way that James spat the words out was completely unlike the demeanor he had presented until recently.

“When we get there, some elite head honcho is going to take me for himself and you’ll never see me again, right?”

“That was the plan, yes,” James replied, coldly staring at her.

“And you are alright with that?”

For a couple of seconds more, her captor gazed into her eyes, or maybe
right through her
. She couldn’t tell. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but closed it within a moment. Instead, his eyes started glowing, the diodes emitting a sinister yellow gleam.

“This conversation is over,” he finally concluded, turning away from the immobilized woman and walking away, as another door opened up before him. Silently, he passed through that portal, not looking back once.

Buzzing ominously, the exit slowly closed, leaving the woman with nothing but a sense of cold dread.

                                                                      ***

She was not certain how many hours had passed, but by the time her captor returned to the room, Jasmine was thirsty and very tired. She could not even rest knowing what was in store, which made the experience even more horrible.

Not saying a thing, the man’s eyes lit up again, causing the unpleasant buzzing sound to return, resonating throughout the chamber.

In response, the metallic bed that Jasmine was strapped to started shifting, but this time not to the side. Instead, it rotated forward, placing her into a vertical position. Simultaneously, the floor opened up, revealing a small, black bag that obviously contained something.

“We are here, Jasmine,” the alien’s voice once again overpowered the noise. As if in response, her straps disappeared back into the bed, causing her unprepared body to almost drop to the floor.

“I assumed that you would prefer to slip back into your clothes before you stepped outside,” he said, gesturing for her to reclaim what was in the bag.

Like a starving animal offered a fresh meal, the woman ripped the container apart, getting dressed in what was probably record time.

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” Jasmine asked him while she was getting up, not knowing what else to do.

“Oh, but I do,” he replied, those eyes glowing again, causing another wall to turn into a door.

As before, the sound was off-putting, causing the anticipation that built up within Jasmine’s stomach to swell to even greater heights. She was on an alien planet, brought here in order to be gifted to some alien lord and serve as his personal breeding stock. There was no escape.

Finally, the doors opened, exposing what lay behind and shocking her completely. What stared back at her from beyond the craft was not another planet, but a forest. Somewhere within the US, maybe even close to home.

He couldn’t do it after all,
the former captive concluded, turning toward the alien with elation and utter joy. James was glad for her—that much was apparent—almost as much as he was sad for letting her go.

Oh no, I’m not letting you get off the hook so easily, mister!
With a running start, she leapt toward this dark-haired hunk, embracing him with both her arms and legs, ready to shove her tongue down his throat. Her efforts, however, were obviated by his own as the alien immediately took charge of the situation, grabbing her by the bottom with both his arms and squeezing deep into that soft flesh.

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