Chapter 5

Elina

I don't know how long I was standing there, mesmerized by the view of the dark space littered with sparkling stars. The darkness of space littered with shining dots is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. At the same time I feel the fear creep up on me. Where is home from where I am at the moment? How far have they taken me? I know the rodent said Saturn, but I have no idea how far that is from Earth. Lost in my thoughts I don't notice that someone has found me until I hear the clearing of a throat.

Spinning around, clutching my hands to my chest I give out a loud shriek of terror. The thing (can I call it a person? It kinda looks like a person, but blue) standing by the far wall opposite of me quickly covers his ears. I can clearly see that it is a male and not a female, unless the females here look like human men. And he looks like a human man except he’s tall, very tall, at least 7’ if not more and he is broad, and made of muscles. He could easily snap me in two.

His skin is clear blue, like the ocean on a summer's day. The hair on his head is lighter in color, a pale blue that is almost white and cut short on the sides with more length up the middle. It looks perfectly messy, like he just woke up and only pulled his fingers through it. His jaw is sharp and has a light stubble, his nose is broad and slightly flat, and his eyes have a beautiful, shining purple color. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, even if he is blue.

He is wearing something that looks like a uniform with a dark grey button down shirt. On his chest pocket he has several badges. The trousers are black and the shirt is neatly stuffed in the waistline. On his hip I can see something that looks like a weapon, but it does not look like a weapon I have ever seen. 

He recovers from my screech and cautiously removes his hands from his ears. For a few moments we stood there, looking at each other from top to toe. I became embarrassed about the hideous hospital gown I’m wearing and the fact that I probably haven’t showered for a week. I smooth my hair with my hand to feel how greasy it is making a face of displeasure.

“You gave Skillys and Nim quite a scare when you disappear like that.” He breaks the silence. His voice is deep and velvety smooth, but has a stern tone to it. That has me waking up from my staring and I move my hand to my chin to make sure that I have not been drooling. “You were supposed to stay in the examination room so that we could observe your vitals. Make sure that your body is healthy.” He slowly raises both his arms to show he's unarmed and not a threat. When I remain unmoving he takes one large step towards me and my brain immediately jumps into action.

My eyes dart from the left opening and then over to the right trying to figure out which I have the best chance of reaching, then I quickly look back at him. I see that he has taken several steps towards me, rounding a couch on the right side and is now only twenty feet away from me. I make a run for the corridor on the left and get about ten feet before I feel a strong arm around my waist jerking me towards his hard body. I scream but he quickly covers my mouth with his very large hand. And you know what they say about a man with large hands! Or is it feet? Well, I’m sure he has large feet as well. Why am I even thinking about this?

“Calm down, little one. I’m not gonna hurt you. You disappeared from the examination room and we had to make sure you were alright and take you back. It’s not safe to go roaming the ship on your own without knowing the way. You could have gotten lost.” I can feel his breath on my skin as he speaks slowly in my ear. An involuntary shiver of pleasure runs up my spine and a muffled moan leaves my mouth. “I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth now and you are not going to scream.”

He holds a firm tone to his voice that tells me he will not accept disobedience. He must be someone with status, used to giving out orders and having people follow them. I nod my head and he cautiously removes his hand. When I keep my promise of not screaming I feel him relax somewhat and give me a relieved chuckle. “Good girl.” At his praise I feel a warmth coming over me, rushing straight south to my core and I have to bite my lip to prevent another moan.

My body is reacting very positively to him. Too positive for my own taste at this moment. I feel apprehensive about my body's reactions and about him. “Let me go.” My voice is faint and shaky. I’m in panic mode from being held by this unknown alien. My breathing is fast and shallow, my heart beating hard and fast. “Please,” I add, in hope that he will release me. Maybe even send me back home.

“Shhh, calm down, little one. Deep breaths. I will let go of you when I can trust you not to try and run away again. Can I trust you?” He speaks slowly with a low and soothing voice. The way he says trust feels like he’s trying to convince me that if he can trust me, I can trust him. I take a deep breath. “Just like that, sweetheart. Breathe in, hold, and breathe out.” I follow his direction and feel my heart slowing and my breathing goes steady. He slowly strokes my hair to help me calm down. “That's it. Good girl.” He praises me again.

He carries me over to the couch and sits down, angling me so that I sit sideways across his lap. His left arm lies firmly across my back and holds on to my waist, making sure I can’t move away from him. His right hand moves to lay softly on my thigh. I feel the warmth of his hand on my thigh through the thin material of the hospital gown. He slowly begins to move it up and down along the thigh, but makes sure not to wander too high up. Still I feel the tingling in my core and I squirm a little in his lap.

We sit like this for a few minutes, not speaking. I can feel his eyes on the back of my head but I do not dare to look back at him. Instead I look at his hand as it slowly draws patterns along my thigh. The color is fascinating and almost calming. It’s such a lovely blue color. Besides the color, the hand looks just like a humans. His fingers are long and the nails are neatly trimmed. He doesn’t wear any jewelry on his fingers. I watch his hand as it slides over my thigh, and I want to touch it. I want to feel how his skin feels. Is it smooth as human skin? Is it rough? But I don’t dare to move. 

Eventually I sneaked a peek up at his face. And as I anticipated, he was looking at me. When he sees me shyly looking he gives me a soft smile and I quickly look away, embarrassed that I was caught looking.

“You can look at me.” His voice is smooth and he carefully moves his hand from my thigh to my chin to tilt my face to look at him. The warmth of his fingers under my chin feels better than I would like to admit. I raise my eyes to meet his. Up close his eyes are even more fascinating. The purple iris is slightly lighter in the middle and he has a darker ring around the edge, making his eyes look like they almost shine with an inner light. “You have beautiful eyes. I have never seen eyes with that color before. I can’t decide if they are green or brown. It seems like they change their color constantly.”

I feel my cheeks grow hot under his appraisal and I try to turn my head away from him, but his fingers still firmly hold on. “It’s called hazel.” I murmur. His lips separate into a large smile at my words, showing off a row of shining white teeth. The canine tooth is slightly longer and it looks really sharp. Like a vampire. Does that mean he will drink my blood? I avert my eyes and bite my lip.

“My name is Lazarus, but my friends call me Laz. What is your name?” He removes his hand from my chin and goes back to stroking my leg. I like the feeling of his hand on my leg. It feels strong, protective, and a calmness that I haven't felt in a long time comes over me. I’m not even sure if I ever felt this safe and calm in that bastard's company.

With Lazarus' voice and touch I feel almost lost in a trance. It’s like he can control me with his voice, so before I think better of it I answer. “Elina. My friends call me Ellie.” 

“Elina. A beautiful name for a beautiful female.” My name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine straight to my core and I squirm in his lap. He takes a sharp breath and his arm around my waist tightens. When I still he clears his throat and speaks again. “I can understand that this must be a strange experience for you, and I can’t imagine how you must feel about this, but we are in big need of your help.”

I look up into his face again. He looks apologetic about all that has happened to me, but that really does not help me in any way. With that the spell he had over me is broken. “Well... I feel that it is wrong to kidnap someone in the middle of the night, bring that person to a spaceship in the middle of space and then use them for some breeding program.” Now I feel my anger rising and I cross my arms over my chest. “Who knows, you aliens might already have put some alien baby in me while I was unconscious, and soon it will break out of me with a large splat.” I’m thinking about the alien-movies and those disgusting scenes where the alin tear the humans in half. I scrunch up my face in disgust.

To my statement he gives a small chuckle. “The breeding program, as you call it, has not been initiated yet. First we have to make sure that you recover from your travel and that your body adapts to life in space. And the babies will not break out of you with a splat, that is not how babies are born on Galdrion at least. They will come out the same way you are used to.” He pauses and gives me a reassuring smile. “And then Skillys believe that you might need some time to get used to me before we start with making babies. I on the other hand would not mind getting into business right away.”

At his words my whole body goes rigid. “To get used to you before making babies?” My mouth goes dry. I’m gonna make babies? With him?  I give a mental shrug. Well, at least he looks way better than that rodent.

“Yes, perhaps getting to know each other a little. What you like? How you like it and so on. He figures that our relationship will be more pleasurable for the both of us if we know each other, and I can see that it will be easier to make the babies if you approve of me. As for me, I already know that I approve of you.” He gives me a confident smile showing off that row of perfectly white teeth again.

I know I’m staring with my jaw hanging in my lap, but honestly, how can he know that he approves of me? He met me like five minutes ago. “I, eh. I thought that it would be done by insemination or something.” Not that I ever plan to have any babies with this alien anyways.

“Hmm. Yeah. Well. You see. The thing is that the Galdrians do not answer well to artificial breeding, and besides, the natural way is a lot more enjoyable when conceiving.” He gives me a wink, a smug smirk on his gorgeous lips. His hand slowly makes its way closer to my core and even if I mostly feel appalled about what he says, my body betrays me. “You are going to be the mother to my children so I want to make our time together as pleasurable as possible, for the both of us.” His voice turns husky as it falls an octave. A shiver goes down my spine and I gasp.

I close my eyes and try to gain control over my treacherous body. “Children? As in more than one?” My voice is practically a squeal by now and it feels like my brain has completely shut down by now.

His hand around my waist pulls me closer against him and he leans down his face and rubs his nose along my jaw up to my ear. “Yes. I want a big family. And if this is a success it will be profitable for us to have as many children as we can.” He murmurs in my ear and I moan from the vibrations of his voice.

I am lost in the pleasure as I silently contemplate everything that has happened to me the last couple of hours. My brain feels sluggish and is working incredibly slow. So… I have been abducted by aliens that want to use me as a baby-machine. I have met the most gorgeous and mouth watering creature of the whole universe and he wants to get to know me before making babies with me. He's making babies with me? I’m gonna make babies with him? 

With hooded eyes I look up into his face and he gives me a soft, sexy smile. Then I look at the large hand that is still rubbing my thigh. You know what they say about men with big hands...or is it feet? My eyes drift off to his very large feet that are planted on the floor and my eyes grow wide. My eyes slowly travel to his crotch and the very large and very obvious bulge there. Oh hell no! That is not going anywhere near me!

I start to struggle to get off his lap and he reluctantly lets go of me, scrunching his brows together in a confused frown. I quickly back away from him, holding my hands up to ward him off. “No, no, no! I’m not doing this. I don’t want any alien babies with you, or any other alien for that matter. I want to go home now!” He gets up from the couch and I shake my head at him as I keep backing away. I can feel the panic in my chest quickly rising. I’m having trouble breathing and my chest hurts like hell. I feel nauseous and the room is spinning. My ears start to ring and my vision slowly goes black.

“Elina, listen to me. You have to calm down! Deep breaths!” I feel Lazarus' large hands clasp around my upper arms, but I can’t see anything, I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I have no control over my body. “Elina!” Is the last thing I hear before my whole mind goes black.

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