Claimed by the Alien

Claimed Series Book 1

By

K.T. Thomason

Copyright © 2017

Introduction

In the wake of a modern Apocalypse, Konstatine has lost everything he holds dear on Earth.  A plague has taken his family and his meager job provides nothing for him to live for.  He feels he has no place in the world until he’s called upon for a very special mission in the furthest reaches of the galaxy.

Draxion only wishes to honor his people.  They are a race of beings whose planet is dying.  Can he find a solution to their problem and save his world from a catastrophe before time runs out?  When he crosses paths with a human in search of purpose, will he find his mate or will he be chosen by another of his people? 

Table of Contents

Introduction

Table of Contents

Legal Notes

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Excerpt of Claimed Book 2: Tempted by the Alien

About The Author

Other Books By This Author

Legal Notes

Copyright © 2017 K.T. Thomason

All rights reserved.

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This book contains some explicit situations and should not be stored in an accessible place for minors.

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Chapter 1.

The state hospital’s parking garage was full when Konstatine arrived.  He didn’t know what else to do since his wife and daughter had fallen ill.  They were both fevered and mostly unresponsive.  Standing in line at the window, he looked around at the waiting room, which had been depleted of chairs.  Patients and a few healthy family members sat in the floor, or stretched out on windowsills where they could, all came seeking some relief from a plague that had overtaken most of the city.  He watched as doctors and nurses, all in bright yellow hazmat suits, scurried to and fro with charts and stethoscopes around their necks, worn like albatrosses.  Being from the working class, he wasn’t privy to VIP access as some of the higher-ups in the community so he was forced to wait in line and take a number.  As an employee of the state his medical bills would be paid, but as a common trash collector, Konstatine knew their care would be delayed. 

          He remembered hearing vaguely about the new disease on the midday news reports he listened to while eating his lunch, but it didn’t seem like anything they needed to be concerned with locally.  The new plague only seemed to affect those who had the means to travel outside the city to exotic locations like the beach or the volcanoes.  As the climate changed, those with wealth seemed to prefer the warmest locations to enjoy their time away from their jobs.  They traded their business suits for shorts and sandals, while every day Konstatine bundled up in his heavy suede work coat and tough black boots throwing bags of refuse to be disposed of.  As time evolved the population had stopped being concerned with things such as climate change and eventually pulled all funding for studies on diseases.  Parents weren’t required to inoculate their children from any diseases and before long a pandemic struck the globe.  A new superbug had emerged from a strain of flu that resisted any antivirals.  It seemed to attach itself directly into the host’s bloodstream and without timely infusions, there was no way to contain the virus, it only kept the host alive long enough to mutate and evolve enough to spread to another individual.

          Konstatine looked down at his wife and young daughter and frowned.  For the majority of his life, he never regretted going into work in the public service sector.  He didn’t have any formal education beyond the customary grammar school coursework uploaded in his digital memory bank.  Every year each new citizen would receive a set of basic files uploaded in their brain with educational information along with societal laws and basics uploaded to them.  They received important information such as law changes, their social status, and any pertinent government benefit they were to receive that year.  For the working class though, it was normally a bill associated with their upkeep and the number of hours they would need to work in their assigned occupation to even out their debt.  It was a system that ensured all citizens were taken care of, yet at the same time they were prioritized.  Those born to the upper echelons of society normally received more educational files and had less societal debt for their basic needs.  This was the only time in memory Konstatine wished he had pursued a different path and petitioned the government for a status change early in his life.  He should have done so for his daughter, but he couldn’t have predicted the sickness spreading through society.  Not even the nation’s top scientists foresaw the event happening.

          After several hours of waiting, the receptionist finally called his number.  He helped his wife and daughter to the exam room in the clinic and the nurse looked grim as she handed him a few papers to look over.  He circled all of their symptoms and ran his hands through his wife’s hair, then bent forward to kiss his daughter on the forehead.  After examining both his daughter and wife, the nurse exited to consult with the doctor on staff.  Of course, with the amount of people waiting to be seen, the doctor’s attention was reserved for only the very privileged or famous.  In any case, the residents with the high social ranking would speak with the doctors individually while the others would only be seen by the rest of the hospital staff.  After a few minutes, the nurse returned wearing her mask and gloves.  She looked exceptionally tired and her eyes were lined with worry.  She looked much older than her years and Konstatine knew that in the past few weeks she had seen enough tragedy to last her a lifetime.  She looked deeply into his eyes and her own were filled with sympathy as she shook her head.  “I’m sorry, sir.  There’s nothing more we can do here.  Take these vials and immediately go back to your home.  Make your wife and daughter as comfortable as you can.  I often find that in the end, if you tell them stories, or sing to them, it makes the transition to the after realm easier.  It’s the only advice I can offer you.  Again, sir, I’m quite sorry.  You know how to contact social services once their chips are removed correct?”

          Konstatine only nodded his head in reply as his shoulders slumped and tears filled his eyes.  He knew that despite all his strength nothing he could have done would have prevented their demise.  It’s just how things were, it seemed.  He thanked the nurse for her kindness and helped his wife and daughter walk the short distance back to their small home of the outskirts of the city.  It was a quaint home with a well-manicured lawn that Konstatine took pride in.  He never let the grass get disorderly and he always made sure the trash was always on the corner neatly filed for collection.  He didn’t have any other children, and as they all walked inside the home it was neat and orderly as well.  There wasn’t anyone waiting to meet them.  His wife and daughter always wanted a dog.  He regretted the fact that now there wasn’t a wagging tail or a muddy set of paw prints left on the kitchen floor.  It was the one thing they wanted in life, and he couldn’t even manage to bring them that last bit of joy.

Chapter 2.

Konstatine followed all the proper procedures as he laid his family to rest.  He then took the mandatory mourning period from his job and watched the news feeds helplessly as he saw many of the people he had admired in the community pass away.  The death tolls were in the millions by the time the black ship appeared in the sky, hovering over the nation.  He had learned that the appearance of the vessel only meant one thing, the planet was dying.  The Vulturians, were aptly named as they were a race of aliens who made harvesting planets their livelihood.  When an apocalyptic event occurred and the enemy’s military and civilian population was weakened, they would swoop in and conquer.  They were heartless and didn’t typically spare anyone.  They were only concerned with the resources the planet could provide and once the humans and animals were eradicated from Earth they would strip the planet for its resources, selling them on the black market.

          It was a cold Tuesday when the black ship that hovered over the planet made the announcement they would be sending troops down to the surface to start collecting materials.  They advised the people of Earth that their fight against the disease was hopeless, and without their superior futuristic medical advancements, the population would never survive.  Before the President could make the announcement of surrender, however, a silver, disc shaped craft appeared in the sky beside the black ship.  Announcing their arrival, the white ship fired a warning shot at the Vulturians, and they backed away from the planet.  The leader of the more peaceful beings then sent a message to every citizen: 

          “Hello.  We come in peace, Earth.  My name is Draco.  I’m from a race of beings, the Arabellians.  We come seeking your help.  In exchange for our assistance in eradicating the disease overtaking your planet and warding off the Vulturians, we ask you supply us with one hundred of your most capable males for breeding stock.  We give you an hour to consider our offer if there’s no reply in that time frame, then I suggest you say your goodbyes.  We will leave you to the mercy of the Vulturians.  Consider this request wisely. We will be awaiting your response.”

          Hearing the announcement, Konstatine decided that he would, for the first time in his life, fight to make a difference.  He would honor his wife and daughter’s memory by volunteering to go with the aliens, should the President give into their demands.  Taking the communication chip and implanting it in his hand, he typed a brief message to his government coordinator who replied back a few moments later with a smiley face and told him that upon evaluating his physical traits he was approved for the trade agreement, if it passed. 

          The agreement itself was a win for the people of Earth.  The United Nations knew that only a few men, as opposed to losing many more millions to the plague was a small price to pay for the new technology needed and also for the protection against the warlike aliens, who were bent on ravaging the planet.   The United States President acted as spokesman and quickly contacted the Arabellians and made the agreement formal. “We, as Earth’s people, truly appreciate your assistance in our time of need.  It’s a small sacrifice to make, sending only our best male recruits to your ship in exchange for the knowledge we desperately need to continue our survival as a species.  I know many will criticize me for this move, for not fighting back against two alien terrorist threats, but in my own heart and mind I am satisfied I made the right decision for the needs of the many.  You will have your men as soon as possible.”

          Upon receiving the message, the Arabellians turned and fired once more at the Vulturian’s ship, which didn’t seem prepared for any type of resistance.  A missile landed squarely on one of the ship’s right engines.  The captain had no choice since they weren’t combat-ready but to turn and flee.  As they exited Earth’s orbit, leaving a trail of black smoke behind them, only the silver saucer remained hovering in the atmosphere, awaiting its new population of inhabitants. 

          Konstatine prepared to receive instructions from his government coordinator.  He didn’t have any family to notify for his voyage, so he just made certain that he left enough credit in his social bank to pay his bills while he was away on his mission.  He was still excited that he was approved for the operation.  This was his one chance to make a difference in society and he was going to take it no matter what.   Just as he got dressed in his best pair of jeans and button up shirt, his communicator chirped.  A government car would be picking him up and taking him to the launch station immediately after a brief examination by the government doctors. He packed a few changes of his own clothing and a faded photograph of his wife and daughter.  He threw it all in a duffel bag, and headed out the door as a black car pulled up in the driveway.  When he returned from his sacrifice he was definitely getting a dog. 

Chapter 3.

After receiving his military clearance, he boarded the shuttle to rendezvous with the alien ship.  There were other men in attendance that were clearly more physically fit than Konstatine, but he was proud of his own strength.  Through time, he had built up his body through his profession and even on his off days, he made it a point to work out and try to keep his body in outstanding shape.  He proved many times over to be stronger than what he looked.  He was over six feet tall with short brown hair and deep brown eyes.  He was muscled, but had more so of a swimmer’s body than a pro wrestler’s.  He had a strong core and well-toned abs, which he was exceptionally proud of.  He smiled when he thought about his wife; she always traced her fingers over them and said, “mine.” He liked being possessed by her, and he already made up his mind that he would do whatever was necessary to honor her memory.  He would sacrifice anything for his country, she would have wanted that. 

          He looked at the group of people gathered in the shuttle.  Many looked annoyed or saddened at leaving Earth, but Konstatine knew that he was really awaiting his true destiny.  He leaned back and closed his eyes.  They had all been given a mild sedative before boarding the shuttle, as space travel hadn’t advanced much in the last century and humans still felt the effects similar to jet lag as they crossed the upper levels of the atmosphere.  He hadn’t been told exactly why the benevolent aliens were seeking Earth’s men.  Much of the newscasts were on blackout regarding the subject, but to him it didn’t matter.  He only hoped that when he made his return to Earth, the plague would be ended and he could begin life anew.

          After a short trip, they landed and docked on a small space station. The alien ship was waiting attached to the station with what appeared to be one thin cord.  A small ramp emerged from the vessel and the men were given their final instructions.  A voice recording directed them to behave in a manner fitting of any diplomat and to complete mission successfully.  They were not given any specific return date and were thanked for their service.  Konstatine along with the rest of the men stood up and walked into the alien ship where they were seated in several rows of chairs.  Konstatine looked out across the galaxy as he watched the shuttle make its departure. 

          He watched as a tall, blue skinned creature entered the room.  He was well over seven feet tall and he had blue skin that appeared to have a rough, scaly texture.  He had an overall humanoid appearance save the exception of glowing, yellow eyes.  He stood in front of the men and turned on a device attached to the collar on his uniform, which was adorned with what appeared to be patches, similar to the human military’s pins of recognition.  “Hello, earthlings.  I am commander Draxion.  My people are a proud people but I confess we are in trouble.  Our race is dying which is why we sought assistance.  I don’t know if you realize exactly why you’re here, but I am a noble man who believes in honesty above all things.  So, I’m giving you full disclosure.  Consider this your debriefing.  You are here as breeding stock.  We hope that you will make suitable mates, and it looks as if some of you have promise.  I hope you will comply with your mission, however as a warning, those who attempt any type of resistance will be executed.  Our people have no time for an uprising.  That is all.  You will each be called separately for your examinations.”

          With that, Draxion exited the room and the first man was taken back to a separate chamber which appeared to be in the back of the starship.  He cried out for help, yet it fell on deaf ears, no one dared to offer assistance to the frightened man for fear of losing their own life.  Konstatine began to worry as he saw man after man being taken into the room and none returned.  The room emptied as he saw an alien which looked almost identical to Draxion come into the room and pass by, speaking with another being sitting at the console of the ship.  He nodded and Konstatine felt a shift in the craft.  As they were preparing to take flight, his name was called and he stood anxiously.  He didn’t make a fuss, nor did he ask for assistance he just calmly walked with the two armed guards to the back of the ship.

          He sat on what appeared to be an examination table in the middle of the room and waited anxiously to determine his fate.  It wasn’t long until Draxion entered the room with what appeared to be the ship’s doctor.  He almost chuckled at the spectacle of the large alien wearing a human stethoscope around his neck.  He dare not even question anything about the situation though as he was in no position to offend his hosts.  The doctor pushed the stethoscope to his chest and listened to Konstatine’s lungs and heart.  He then nodded his head in approval.  He gently pushed on his body, and Konstatine lay back on the table at his prompting.  The alien doctor ran his hands down his torso.  Konstatine didn’t shudder or jerk away involuntarily.   

          The doctor scrutinized his torso, and then checked his reflexes and muscle mass.  He looked into his eyes and checked his pupils to see if they dilated under light.  He wrote a few numbers on a sheet of paper, and then handed them to Draxion, speaking in an alien language.  Draxion nodded at the doctor and gave him what he could only assume was a smile and the doctor exited the room promptly.  Konstatine sat up on the exam table and scooted to the end of it, letting his feet dangle off the end as Draxion approached him.  He commanded himself to be still as the alien bent forward and loomed closer to his face.  Konstatine swallowed a lump in his throat as he felt the hot alien breath on his cheek.

Chapter 4.

          “You have been chosen, Earthling.  I’m pleased to see that you’ve met all the physical characteristics that were necessary for breeding.  I personally wanted you to go last, so I apologize for your wait.  I could feel your energy as you were waiting.  I was impressed with your calm in the midst of everyone else’s panic.  You seem to embrace your fate.  I like that in my men.” Draxion moved and placed his hand on Konstatine’s cheek.  Konstatine felt the hardness of his fingers and the scaly structure of his skin.  His words burned in Konstatine’s ears, yet he found himself oddly enamored by the alien.  Had he put some type of spell on him or perhaps he had been emitting some type of pheromone? He wasn’t certain, but he was increasingly aware of his own growing excitement as the alien’s touch didn’t frighten him and felt oddly right. 

          “You can speak, human.  In fact, I encourage it.  I know I must have been an imposing site when you first arrived, but you see, I have to present myself as being harsh so that no threat of rebellion would be born.  I know that all it takes is one voice to start a movement against any type of authority.  So, if you will be so kind and tell me, what is your name?”

          “My name’s Konstatine.”

          “Well, that’s quite an impressive name.  It embodies your strength and courage.  It rolls off my tongue.  I would certainly like to get to know you better before we attempt our physical bonding.  Would you be so kind as to accompany me to my quarters?”

          “Yes.  If that’s what you want… um what do I call you?  President?  Commander?”

          “You can just call me Draxion.  You are not a prisoner, nor are you one of my subjects, and you’re certainly not in my employ.  You are simply another soul to me at the moment, but I hope soon I can call you my lover.”

          Konstatine cleared his throat and for the first time, shifted his body weight closer to Draxion.  “Then, yes Draxion.  I will gladly accompany you to your quarters.”

          He followed the imposing being down a hallway full of armed guards and Draxion waived his hand in front of a sealed door which flashed red before opening.  The impressive creature led Konstatine into the quarters.   Konstatine evaluated his surroundings.  There was a small closet and a few holograms of Draxion and his guards in various locations sitting on his desk.  There was a weathered looking chest in the corner, which Konstatine assumed was some family relic and surprisingly there was a painting of a coat or arms hung above the bed.  “Konstatine, I think you’ll find my quarters suitable for the mating ritual.  I’ve heard rumors that you humans prefer to mate on soft surfaces, whereas we have no preference given the texture of our skin.  I’ve also heard that you humans feel the need for some type of mood to be set for a romantic interlude.  Apparently, that eases you into the mating process, so I’ve arranged for some music and soft lighting before we begin.”

          “Rumors? I don’t understand.  Has this happened before with other humans?”

          “Oh my, yes, Konstatine.  Nearly an Earth century ago our people faced a similar dilemma, due to warfare, not just natural progression.  It’s how we discovered that humans would be suitable candidates to propagate our species.   Your governments obviously deleted that from your history books and programs, but we have found the delights in your species before.”

          “Delights?”

          Draxion took Konstatine’s hand in his own and led him to the bed in which they both sat.  He felt Konstatine’s heartbeat quicken upon contact and knew that Konstatine was starting to become anxious as much as he tried to hide it. “Yes.  We delight in your species.  The males, especially.  They are the only ones whom we can imprint on to mate.”

          “That sounds complicated.”

          “Not really.  Now I need you to trust me Konstatine.  I haven’t given you any reason to be fearful of me, have I?”

          “No.  None whatsoever.”

          “Good.  You see, Konstatine my intent is never to harm you.  Should we imprint on each other you’ll feel different afterwards.  You’ll be able to feel me miles away.  We shall have a bond that’s almost telepathic in nature, but that takes time to develop.”

          “I think I understand.  This would be permanent, wouldn’t it?” 

          “Yes.  It would be until your demise.”

          “Draxion?”

          “Yes?”

          “You know that I had a wife and child on Earth, right?”

          “Yes, I read that in your files.  I’m sorry the plague took them.  I know you are still grieving them.  You’ll always carry their memory.  I understand grief is a powerful human emotion.”

          “Do you not grieve on your planet?”

          “We do.  It’s a short ceremony though to honor those that have passed.  Our grief is mainly for the remaining family members.  Our technologies have advanced so that death is merely a transformative state and loved ones are normally reborn in new bodies and grow up similar to how human infants do.  That’s where we have our problem.  It seems we haven’t developed the species enough to host all the bodies that are waiting to be reborn.  Our atmosphere quakes at the anger of the undead, restless in the ether as they wait.  This overflow of souls in the heavens has caused numerous natural disasters and has disrupted the oceans and stars on our planet.”

          “Wow.  I’m sorry to see your world is in such distress.”

          “I’ll ask you once more, Konstatine.  Do you trust me?”

          “Yes.”

          With his statement, Draxion put his arm around Konstatine’s shoulder and looked deeply into his eyes, allowing his own to glow with passion.  Konstatine found himself almost in a trance, feeling the warmth radiating from Draxion’s body. 

Chapter 5.

          Before he knew it, he felt himself pulled into Draxion’s embrace.  His long, powerful arms encircled Konstatine’s shoulders.  He held him for a moment, and then his rough lips met Konstatine’s for a passionate kiss.  Konstatine had never felt such passion rise in his body and to his surprise he returned the kiss with his own heated force.  Draxion inhaled sharply and feeling the human’s blood pressure rise took his cue and stretched out Konstatine on the bed underneath him.  Konstatine felt the weight and pressure of Draxion’s body.   He knew that Draxion was making a special effort to balance his weight so that he wouldn’t injure his human physiology.  He appreciated that kindness.  He also appreciated the fact that Draxion seemed to genuinely care about his well-being in the process.  Konstatine would have never dreamed of this moment, but he found himself gladly drowning in Draxion’s passion.  Draxion moved his lips further down on Konstatine’s neck and the human found himself audibly moaning. 

          Draxion murmured in Konstatine’s ear as the well-built man shivered below him.  “Are you enjoying yourself Konstatine?”

          “Yes… I never knew I could feel this good.”

          “There are many things you don’t know yet…but that’s okay, I’m a good teacher.”

          Draxion then kissed Konstatine roughly and bit his bottom lip slightly, sucking it in between his own.  Konstatine’s heartbeat quickened and he felt beads of sweat break out along his arms and trickle down his stomach to pool in the creases of his abdominal muscles.  He felt as if gravity itself couldn’t stop the surge of emotion and attraction he felt for the handsome creature on top of him. 

Draxion knew that Konstatine’s need would be rising so he continued his assault on Konstatine’s senses.  He lifted Konstatine’s shoulders off the bed and sat up briefly, roughly and quickly pulling his plain white t-shirt over the man’s head and tossing it onto the bed below them.  He then paused and took off his own uniform shift as well, allowing Konstatine’s eyes to wander along his alien body, which was to his surprise remarkably similar to his own with the exception of the skin tone and texture.  He didn’t allow Konstatine a moment to think about the situation, however.  The alien just pushed him back down on the bed and smiled at him with his eyes still glowing a warm yellow. 

          Draxion then slowly continued his ministrations, dragging his tongue down Konstatine’s chest, where he paused and flicked one of Konstatine’s nipples with his tongue, he then held the man down more firmly to the mattress and gently bit down on his sensitive flesh, and Konstatine called out once more out of a mixture of pain and pleasure.  “Oh, what are you doing to me?!  I can’t—“

          “Can’t what my boy?  Wait?  Tsk. Tsk.  You are so impatient.  We’ll get there, I promise. But as I said, I have many lessons to teach you.  The first thing you’re going to learn is how to relax and receive pleasure.”

          “Mmm.  Draxion… please.  I don’t know how you’re doing this, but I can’t contain myself much longer… it feels so amazing.”

          “Wait.”

          Konstatine allowed his hands to roam over Draxion’s rough skin, which was so hot to the touch it almost burned his fingertips. As he slid his hands down Draxion’s back, Draxion shifted his weight and grabbed Konstatine’s wrists, pinning them over his head with one of his own larger hands.  The heat rose in the pit of Konstatine’s stomach as Draxion kissed him deeply once more and proceeded to knead Konstatine’s crotch, feeling his hard member underneath his jeans.  “Is this what you need, Konstatine?”

          “Mmm…Oh, God.”

          “Tell me.”

          “Yes.  Don’t stop.  I need you to get me off.  I can’t stand it anymore.”

          “You’ll finish when I say you can.  Now relax.”

          “I—“

          Before he could finish his sentence, Draxion popped the button on Konstatine’s jeans and quickly slid them down his legs, sending them to the floor.  He then rose up on his knees and studied the human below him.  He marveled at his muscular, toned body and couldn’t help but let his eyes fall to his hardened shaft, forming his tight boxers into a peak.  Konstatine still lay back on the pillow with his arms above his head, his eyes closed in bliss.  Wanting to test the limits of his mate and see just how hard he could become, Draxion used his massive strength and ripped Konstatine’s boxers at the seams easily tossing them aside.  He placed his hand around Konstatine’s cock and squeezed gently, testing the man’s responses to his pressure and grip.  He gained in both length and girth as Draxion slid his hands up on down in a slow motion.   His breath came in pants as he squirmed underneath the alien, trying to break free from his grasp to achieve release.  “What do you like more?  Do you want it faster?  Is that what you need?”

          “Yes… ummm.  Faster, please.”

          “Now see, it’s not that hard to tell me what you want, is it?”

          In reply, Konstatine only moaned louder when Draxion not only tightened his grip on the man’s dick, but also sped up his massaging motions.  Draxion studied the man’s features and could tell he had never been in as much pleasure before.  He was pleased to see he was enjoying himself.  Humans hadn’t evolved to the point Draxion’s species had and were still afraid or ashamed to talk about sexual desires.  Draxion could tell that Konstatine was ready for the next step. 

          Draxion released Konstatine’s wrist and positioned himself further down on the bed, using both hands to support his weight as he maneuvered.  Konstatine whimpered at the loss of contact, but remained rigid and hard.  It had been only a few seconds since the alien’s touch left his skin, but he still felt a void that couldn’t be explained.  He only knew he craved Draxion and needed him more than he had anything in his life. 

“Hold on Konstatine.  I’m still here.”  The alien made his voice soft and soothing, he wanted to reassure his mate that he had planned on resuming their lovemaking. 

          As Konstatine relaxed, he bit his lip and moaned once more as Draxion took his member into his warm mouth.   He writhed and involuntarily moved his hips into the alien’s face, demanding more contact.  Draxion sucked his cock in and out of his mouth easily and took his tongue, swirling it around the tip in a lightening quick motion.  He then reached underneath the aroused man and cupped his balls in his hand feeling their vulnerable softness.  Konstatine could do nothing more than moan as Draxion once more changed his rhythm, sucking him slow and soft, then hard and fast.  Draxion continued the movements and as he used his great strength to lift Konstatine off the bed slightly forward into him even further Konstatine exploded into him.  Draxion then gently laid Konstatine back down on the mattress and embraced him.  Kissing him softly and running his fingers through his soft brown hair, while Konstatine’s breathing slowed and his heart rate decreased.

          Between gasps, Konstatine looked into Draxion’s eyes, which dimmed in their brightness a shade.  He felt a wave of euphoria and warmth rush through his body.  It was suddenly as if his life on earth had been nothing more than a bad dream.  All the pain and confusion he felt following the loss of his family just simply didn’t exist any longer.  It was as if in giving him pleasure, Draxion also took away any pain, emotional or physical, that Konstatine was holding onto.  “How did you do that?”

          “Do what, Konstatine?”

          “I feel almost like a new man.”

          “I told you you’d feel different.”

          “Yes, but I had no clue it would be this great.”

          Draxion formed what Konstatine thought was a smile.  It made his eyes glow again brighter for a moment.  “Ah.  That’s because Konstatine… I believe that you are my Remembered One.”

          “What’s that mean?”

          “On my home planet, when one departs they await destiny to reunite them with their soulmate.  When bonded with your Remembered One, there’s a bond formed that cannot be broken.  This bond makes you completely connected with one another.  This bond also can heal ailments both physical and emotional.”

          “But we just met.  I don’t understand.”

          “In these bodies, yes, we just met, but I felt you as soon as you boarded…that’s why you were last.  I knew it was you.  I could feel your soul brush my own.”

          A gush of nervous laughter escaped Konstatine’s mouth. “I believe you’re mistaken, there.  I’m a simple trash collector from modest means who just happens to have a decent body.  I’m simple in all things, nothing more than average.  That’s what all the tests said about me anyway.”

          “Oh, no Konstatine.  You are so much more than that.  You are the stardust that forms my very mass.  You are the molecules that bind my blood together and drive my heart to keep pumping.”

          With that Draxion pulled Konstatine to him once more in a deep kiss.  Konstatine returned the kiss just as deeply and pulled Draxion’s body closer to him once more.  Draxion pulled back then, whispering in his ear, “I need release now.   I have to feel part of my physical body inside you.  Will you allow me this?”

          Konstatine knew that his Earth life didn’t matter any longer.  He would never return to the planet.  He felt a sense of peace and togetherness even in these unfamiliar circumstances.  Draxion’s being made everything in the universe seem right.  He was the calm to Konstatine’s chaos.  Konstatine nodded his head and looked upon Draxion’s dimpled blue face saying, “Yes.  I’d be honored.”

          With that statement, Draxion stroked Konstatine’s cheek and gave him a peck on the lips, leaving traces of warmth behind.  Draxion allowed Konstatine’s hands to wander down his shoulders and back as he welcomed the caress on his scaly skin.  Draxion then inhaled Konstatine’s scent and licked the side of his neck.  Draxion pressed himself up against Konstatine’s hips, allowing the human to feel his own growing hardness.  “Draxion… wow.”

          “Are you impressed, Konstatine?  Shall I show you more?”

          “Please do.”

          The alien took off his own underwear as well to reveal the fullness of his being to Konstatine.  He was large and rock hard.  Konstatine grabbed his member with both of his hands, while Draxion closed his eyes and lulled his head back in pleasure.  It had been many years since Draxion had been touched intimately even by a party of his own species.  He was enjoying the sensation but knew that he was aroused too much and wanted to be inside Konstatine before his seed was spent. 

          He then kissed Konstatine roughly, whispering hotly in his ear.  “Turn over.”  Konstatine turned over and Draxion enveloped him with his long arms.  He then kissed the sides of his neck and inched his tongue down the center of Konstatine’s back before kissing one of his ass cheeks lightly then he playfully slapped it as Konstatine moaned in pleasure.  It was his turn to moan as well then as he took his throbbing cock and implanted it slowly and softly at first into Konstatine’s anal cavity.  Both men cried out in passion as Draxion bucked his hips, pulling in and out of Konstatine, his girth stretching Konstatine’s opening and hitting all the sensitive nerve endings, while Draxion was rewarded with tightness constricting his shaft and bringing him a final joyous release as he buried himself in Konstatine, allowing himself the highest of passion as he came. 

Chapter 6.

          The ship approached the planet’s atmosphere and a warning alarm sounded on the craft.  They were getting ready to land on Draxion’s home planet as the lovers rested in one another’s arms.  “What’s that mean?”

          “Oh, the alarm?  That just means we are getting ready to approach our planet’s atmosphere.  It’s going to get a little bumpy on the ship.  I’m needed on deck to supervise the landing and speak with my people. I’ll leave you here to rest while I attend to business.  Also, I’ll have my first officer bring you dinner.  Your body needs to recover from our escapades and I’m sure that you’d rather have human meals rather than the canned Gregorian worms that we typically serve as an entrée in the mess hall.”

          “Yes.  I’ll pass on the worms for now, thank you.”

          Draxion got dressed in his uniform once more and Konstatine watched him, allowing his eyes to gaze over his flesh.  He instantly had a hunger for the alien once more as he bent over to pick up his pants off the floor.  “Like what you see, human?”

          “That I do, alien.”

          Draxion walked over to the bed and kissed Konstatine briefly on the lips before responding.  “There will be more time for us later.  Duty calls.”

          “Aye, aye, Captain.”

          Draxion made his way through the corridors and stood in front of a viewing screen monitoring the ships approach into orbit.  He turned to his first officer and said, “Put me through to the palace.  We need to make the announcement.”

          “Yes, sir.”

          The large screen in front of Draxion changed to what appeared to be an alien standing in front of a large stone building with a gilded top.  It was the capitol building and all of the royal advisors had been waiting on a message to confirm either success or failure of their mission.  Draxion squared his shoulders as one of his most trusted senators came into view.  “Draxion.  It’s good to see that you appear to be well.  Do you have news?”

          “Yes, we have succeeded in our mission.  We have acquired some suitable candidates for breeding stock.  I think you will find all the Earthlings obtained to be of a good candidacy to continue our lineage.”

          “Very well.  Good job, Draxion.  We shall be awaiting you in the palace where we will discuss the interrogation of the cargo into our society.  With news of victory, we shall be hosting a gala tonight at the palace if you and your brothers deem it acceptable.  I’d imagine many of the planet’s elite will want to partake of the new inhabitants and lay their claims.”

          “Yes.  I’m sure my brothers will be eager to host such an event.  You know just as well as I do, they are the most social of the family, however, I will oblige and make an appearance.”

          “See you soon and again thank you from all I represent.”

          The senator disappeared from the viewer and Draxion sighed.  He wasn’t looking forward to the prospect of having a gala, but knew that it was unfortunately a duty of his royal lineage.  He would make it a point to be at the event if only to appease his brothers. 

          Draxion then handed a file folder of paperwork to his first officer and said, “Here’s the mission brief.  Go ahead and prepare the humans for the landing process and let them know what to expect from our atmosphere.  I will be going to my quarters to bathe and change for our landing.  You know how much I hate these formal events.  I’ll trade you.”

          The first officer smirked at him and said, “Yes.  You’ve never been one to embrace the social graces.  Have fun, I’m glad it’s you and not me.”

          “One day it will be and you will do wonderfully.”

          With that, Draxion turned and lumbered down the hallway and returned and scanned his palm at the door to his quarters.  He saw that Konstatine was still there and had sat in Draxion’s desk chair to eat his dinner.  “I’m pleased to see that you didn’t take the opportunity to abandon ship while I was away.”

          “What, and miss the Gregorian worms?  No way.  Thank you for a proper meal.  I was actually starving.  How did you know how I like my steak?”

          “It’s simple.  I guessed.”

          “Hmm.  It seems a bit odd to me that for someone who obviously plans out every detail, you just left that to chance.”

          “You’ll find there are many surprising things about me.”  Draxion then walked to Konstatine and sighed.  He towered over the man and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.  Inwardly he was still a bit shocked that Konstatine accepted his advances so willingly.  He expected the human to put up a fight as he’d seen in the past when other humans were brought for mating.  Perhaps Konstatine genuinely cared about him.  Perhaps he could ever be a true partner and not just a lover. 

          “Did your meeting not go well, Draxion?  You seem a bit down.”

          “No.  It was an acceptable exchange.”

          “Then what’s wrong?”

          “I just worry.”

          “Worry about what?”

          “It’s nothing.”

          Konstatine reached up and placed his hand on Draxion’s arm, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin.  He had gotten accustomed to the feel of it and didn’t flinch when he touched him.   “Well, it’s something if it’s worrying you.  Talk to me.  Tell me what’s going on.”

          “You are sweet, my human.  It’s just I worry about my people and the future of our civilization.  I’m also worried that once we reach the planet your feelings will change and you will want to escape and go back to Earth.”

          “There’s absolutely nothing for me on Earth now, Draxion.  In the short time we’ve been together I’ve never felt more alive.  My life has meaning now and a purpose.  You’ve given me that gift.”

          “Well, then if you really plan on staying, I suppose we better find you some formal clothes when we arrive home.  There’s going to be a gala this evening in celebration of our victorious return with breeding stock.  I’m sure you’ll turn some heads.”

          “I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the universe.”

Chapter 7.

The ship landed with a thud at the docking station.  The ship’s first officer lined the humans up in single file formation as they prepared to unload.  The men had already been briefed on the different atmospheric conditions they would experience on the planet’s surface.  The atmospheric changes would be difficult for the men to adapt to at first and they would experience something similar to the effects of jet lag.  They would experience headaches, dizziness, and nausea.   Fortunately, the aliens were familiar with human physiology so if there were any complications from the symptoms, there would be adequate treatments available.  Their technology had evolved well beyond that of any human understanding so those commonplace ailments could be treated by any member of their society easily. 

          The sunset sparkled on Xardonia with brilliant pinks and purples shining on the horizon.  Their orange moon would soon be rising in the distance and if Draxion’s calculations were correct it would be full.  As everyone exited but Draxion and Konstatine, Konstatine had a worried expression on his face.  “What’s wrong, Konstatine?”

          “Are you going to shackle and chain me like the other men?”

          “No.  They are a flight risk, and will possibly be claimed tonight by their new mates.  You have expressed no desire to flee.”

          As they stood on the steps ready to leave the ship, Konstatine once more studied the horizon and was in awe of all the beauty that awaited him.  The planet seemed almost as if it were a paradise.  It was warm and filled with color and vibrancy.  Still though he bit his bottom lip and exhaled shakily.  “Before we set foot on the surface, I need you to tell me something Draxion.”

          “Yes, what would you like to know, my human?”

          “Is that all I am to you?  Breeding stock?  Am I just another person to assimilate into society?  Because honestly, Draxion if that’s all this is then just go ahead and put me on the list to be executed for my rebellious nature.  I need to know that you really meant those things you said to me in your quarters about being bonded with one and one only.”

          Draxion glanced around to make sure that all his officers had abandoned the spaceship then he grasped Konstatine’s hand gently and massaged his palm with his thumb.  “I want you to close your eyes and concentrate only on this feeling.”

          Konstatine shut his eyes and let Draxion’s touch soothe him.  It was warm and comforting, it was almost as if he was under some sort of spell but he knew better.  There was a genuine connection between them.  “Now listen to me closely.  I have had many lovers in the past, this I won’t deny.   With that said, true none were human, but more importantly, none have touched my soul, for lack of a better human word.  So no, Konstatine, to answer your question you are much more than a ‘breeder’ to me.”

          Konstatine weighed Draxion’s words and then nodded his head in acceptance.  He knew it would take time to adapt to his new home world, but as long as he knew that Draxion had pure intent he would attempt to merge into his new society.  “Will I be treated as a citizen of your planet?”

          “Yes.   We have had human citizens in the past, but just know that it will be an unusual site for our people.  Many may not remember the times when we hosted humans before.  You will, however, receive the same privileges and be held to the same societal laws we have.   Don’t worry, though.   I will be with you every step of the way in adapting to your new life.”

          “Okay.  I’m ready now.  We can go.”

          They walked off the ship and as soon as Konstatine stepped foot on the planet’s dusty surface, he felt a wave of nausea overtake him.  There was gravity, however, the air was much warmer than any he had encountered on Earth and it was also thin.  He quickly began to increase his breathing in an attempt to get more oxygen into his lungs.  He paused and steadied himself for a moment then continued on.  He did enjoy the climate of the planet as the city he lived in on Earth, Minneapolis, was known for its cold, harsh winters which made his occupation more difficult.  Especially when he had truck duty, riding on the back of the garbage truck in freezing, wet conditions to be rewarded with the joy of lifting heavy bags of refuse for disposal.  He also loved the fact the planet seemed mostly dry.  His bones sometimes ached due to the repetitive exposure to the cold and dampness.  He welcomed the climate change, but he wished there was more air. 

          It wasn’t long before he suddenly found himself dizzy and weak.  He didn’t understand his body’s reaction.  After he managed to slow his breathing to a normal pace and walk once more he suddenly felt drained.   “Draxion?”

          “Yes, Konstatine.”

          “I need to stop a moment.  I don’t feel well.”

          “What’s wrong?”

          “I just feel suddenly drained.  I don’t understand it.  I’m breathing fine now.  You don’t think I have the plague do you?”

          “No.  I don’t.  You don’t have to worry about infectious illnesses here.  We remedied the common cold ages ago.  It’s just a history lesson now.”

          “So why do I feel this way?”

          Draxion looked surprised stating, “I didn’t think it would happen so soon.”

“What happen?”

“Ah, nothing. There’s a slight difference in gravity here.  Your human body is attempting to align your organs with the new gravity pattern.  This feeling will pass, but it may take some time.  When we reach the palace, though, it is imperative that you get at least a few hours of rest.”

          “Palace?”

          “Oh yes.  I may have forgotten to mention this.  My apologies, Konstatine.  I failed to inform you that I am of royal lineage.  I am one of the princes of this planet.  My two brothers and I inherited the throne from our father.  We all share in the duties and responsibilities the position brings.  I don’t really enjoy being in the public eye, nor do I long to spend my days behind a desk, so they allowed me to take on the duties of being the military presence and primary police force. “

          “So, you’re not just a pretty face?”

          Chuckling with is his baritone voice, “Your sense of humor makes me happy, my human.  No, I grant you that.  I am much more than as you say, a pretty face.”

Chapter 8.

          They continued their walk until they reached a palace on the outskirts of what appeared to be a small village.  There were shops set up and just like on Earth it appeared there were schools, hospitals, and various places of worship.  Konstatine was genuinely surprised to see how clean the city was.  He was also astonished to see that it seemed as if most of the inhabitants appeared happy.  They had a cheery demeanor and some even spoke or nodded their heads as Draxion walked by.  “Can I ask you a question, Draxion?”

          “Sure.”

          “Everything appears to be running smoothly here.  I saw a few of the establishments we passed, but I didn’t notice a police station or police officers?  How do you enforce your laws?”

          “We really don’t have the need for much law enforcement here.  We have mediators that handle disputes among our citizens.  Everyone normally respects the higher law.  The fact is, we seldom have crime, or even those with criminal intent.  Any predisposition to violence is normally picked up in the formative years, and our highly skilled telepaths gently curb those actions and thoughts.”

          “Wow.  Are you saying you use mind control to ensure obedience to the law?”

          “In a way, but you make that concept sound so negative.  I suppose it would seem intrusive in your humanity, but I promise it’s not as harsh as what it sounds.  There are a few suggestions implanted in the mind to dissuade any violent thoughts.”

          “But you use lethal force when necessary when you’re on your missions.  Isn’t that violence?”

          “No.  It’s honor and part of my genetic makeup.  It’s merely my function in society.  I gain no pleasure when I do have to harm others in an attempt at victory.”

          “One day I suppose I’ll understand.  You have to forgive me.  This whole society is still a little tough for me to wrap my brain around.”

          “It’s okay, my human, we both have some learning to do.”

          Reaching the palace doors, Draxion nodded at the guards as they bowed their heads and lowered their weapons allowing both of them safe entry inside.  The massive stone structure was impressive and had obviously been a fixture on the planet’s surface for centuries.  Upon entering, Konstatine was treated to a feast of scenery to take in.  Massive portraits of past rulers lined the walls and everywhere he turned there was ornate antique furniture and artwork.  Most of them were gilded and looked expensive.  It was the kind of place on Earth that if he visited as a child, his mother would tell him repeatedly not to touch anything because they couldn’t afford to pay for it if it got broken.  Konstatine felt the same way at the moment.  He didn’t make a noise when they were inside, nor did he move to touch any piece of furniture or swatch of fabric.  The gravity of the situation dawned on Konstatine in the moment.  The other men had been carted off single file like cattle to be held in a public building in the square until later on in the evening when the silent auction would take place.  The bidding would begin as members of society would bid on the man they believed to be their own Remembered One. 

Chapter 9.

          Konstatine followed Draxion down a long hallway adjacent to what appeared to be a sitting room.  Konstatine saw two aliens clothed in what he only assumed was royal garb seated at a conference table.  Draxion nodded at them and spoke in a language he didn’t understand.  The aliens, while resembling Draxion structurally looked different as well.  They were humanoid in shape, but one had skin that was so dark it appeared to be black with purple undertones.  The skin looked smooth and appeared to be so thin veins could be seen below the surface.  The second alien was completely pink in coloring and appeared to have almost a gelatinous surface.  Konstatine stood listening to the aliens speak amongst themselves in their own language, daring not to say a word until the conversation had ended. 

          Following a lull in the dialogue, Draxion turned to him and said, “Konstatine, I’d be honored for you to meet my brothers.  This is Lucerado and Areulis.  The aliens both nodded politely before speaking.  The first one to address Konstatine was Lucerado, the shorter brother with the deep purple skin.  Konstatine couldn’t help notice his eyes, instead of glowing yellow, like Draxion’s, they glowed a bright orange.  “We welcome you Konstatine.  Draxion has just informed us much about you, though I imagine you don’t understand our tongue yet.  You will slowly pick up bits of our language; though as your smaller human brain will have difficulties, eventually you will grasp it through exposure.   I look forward to learning more about you and your curious primitive species.”

          Konstatine arched his eyebrows at the phrase and started to respond in defense of his species, but decided to hold his response assuming the alien didn’t know it was offensive to him.  “I look forward to learning about your culture and your family as well.”

          It was then Auerlis’ turn to speak.  His eyes didn’t glow at all; they looked almost human and were set deep in his head, a shade of brown that looked like chocolate.  He was softer spoken than his siblings and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Konstatine.  It will be good to find out more about you, as it appears you will be joining the family for a least a fortnight if not longer.  We look forward to socializing with you tonight at the gala.  I’m sure it will be fun for everyone; there will be plenty of food and drink.  There will even be Gregorian worms.”

          “Yes.  From what I understand that’s a delicacy on this planet.  I look forward to the event and spending time with you both.”

          Draxion then saluted his brothers and they continued their journey through the palace until Draxion reached a set of double doors.  He flung them open and smiled.  His bedroom had remained unchanged since the start of his mission and he was pleased to see it. Before Konstatine could comment, Draxion immediately shoved him into a corner of the room and kissed him deeply on the lips.  “Thank you for being so cordial, Konstatine. My brothers, they don’t fully understand your race.  They also don’t have the luxury of being bonded with you as I do.  If I haven’t stated it, I do apologize, but there is no one I’d rather be with in this moment than you.”

          “You didn’t have to say it.  I already knew, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Konstatine returned the kiss in the same passionate manner and ran his hands along Draxion’s shoulders.  He could tell the alien was tense as his massive muscles bulged and seemed stiffer than normal.  Konstatine thought how peculiar it was he already had a feel for what Draxion’s normal was.  They hadn’t spent much time together at all, yet he felt as if he’d known the alien for years.  “So, all of this… tell me about it.  Is this your actual home, or do you just come here for business?”

          “Ah.  Yes, the palace is a bit stoic, isn’t it?  I’ve been trying to talk my brothers into redecorating it for years, but they don’t seem interested in making it feel more modern.  They always outvote me saying, it’s part of our family tradition and must be honored.  It’s a bit of a running joke as I tell them, there’s much honor in green shag carpet as opposed to cold marble tile.”

          “Haha.  Well, that much is true on Earth also, Draxion.  So, you actually live here?  That was a bit unexpected.  That means you’re rich also then doesn’t it?” 

          “If by rich you mean I don’t really have to be employed at a task all day to provide for my basic needs, then yes, we are rich.  We are vastly wealthy.  In fact, our earnings through business transactions and trade with other provinces on the planet could very well take care of our heirs for a dozen lifetimes if not more.”

          “Do you have a staff to do maintenance and upkeep the property?”

          “Yes.  We pay them a salary and we have several house attendants.  We also have personal drivers, chefs, and assistants.  They do get paid a living wage and are not kept in the home by lock and key.  They have complete free will; though most do choose to stay on site to perform their duties, as it’s more than adequate shelter for any single individual.”

          “Your brother said I’d be staying for a least …what did he call it… something about a night?”

          “Yes.  My brother tends to be overly wordy sometimes, he likes to use older English when speaking the English language.  He feels it makes him seem worldly and sophisticated.”

          “Will I be staying here as well… with you?”

Chapter 10.

          “Well, that’s really up to you Konstatine.  I won’t keep you under lock and key either, so it’s purely your decision whether you stay or go.  I hope you will find the accommodations suitable and to your liking, but that’s all up to you.”

          “I see.”

          “Enough talk of the future for now though.  You’ve got a lot of things to see and do.  We definitely must find you something suitable to wear to the gala.  While I rather enjoy your rugged look, we’re always expected to get a bit fancier for company.  Would you like to go explore the shops in town and we can pick out something together?”

          “That sounds nice.”

          The pair wandered through town side by side and visited some of Draxion’s favorite stores.  Of course, he had unlimited credit at every place, due to his vast fortune and every shopkeeper treated him with the highest of regard.  He did though get some curious looks when Konstatine came in with him.  Draxion explained he was hosting Konstatine for at least the evening and the clerk took Konstatine’s measurements for a formal wardrobe.  He also measured the man for underwear and shoes.  They made some additional purchases and Konstatine was pleasantly surprised to find some alien fashion that he found comfortable.  He even told the clerk that it was alright if the foreign planet’s offerings were a bit tighter than what he would normally wear.  He felt a desire to show off his body for Draxion.  After all, he wasn’t the one footing the bill, and he wanted to look nice and fit in with the others on the planet.  On Earth, Konstatine never would have dreamed of buying clothing just for the sake of fashion or art.  He wore the same clothes practically every day of his life, making his jeans last until they couldn’t be sewed or patched anymore.  When they were retired from being pants, the legs were then cut off and they were then classified as summer shorts.  The same went for his shirts.  When they were too ripped or stained to be worn on a daily basis to work, they were then retired to being worn only around the house or were used for sleeping on chillier nights.  Konstatine felt as if he had a new lease on life when they emerged from the store carrying bags upon bags. 

Draxion smiled at Konstatine’s curiosity and also his sudden eagerness.  “Don’t even say it, Konstatine.  I know, and I understand.”

          Konstatine was getting ready to tell the alien how grateful he was to have his needs met, but Draxion wouldn’t hear of it.  “As long as we’re together, which I hope will be for as long as I’m alive, I’ll make sure that you never have to be cold, go hungry, or do without again. Do you understand me, my human?”  Konstatine only responded with a kiss as they went back to the palace to get ready for the formal affair.

          Back at the palace, Draxion insisted on Konstatine getting some rest.  A maid had a bath drawn and Konstatine glided down into the silky water. A scent he could only describe as floral with a hint of something more permeated the water.  The base of the tub moved in a massaging motion over Konstatine’s sore muscles like little fingers working on each knot up and down his legs, back, and buttocks.

          “I’ve never experienced a bath like this before,” he murmured as Draxion came to the edge of the tub.  “I can’t help but notice this tub is large enough for two?”

          “Now that is an offer that is hard to refuse, but remember, you are resting.”  Draxion unbelted his robe letting it fall to the ground.

          “I can think of a way to relax me.” Konstatine’s girth rose as he anticipated Draxion sitting beside him in the water.  Instead, Draxion straddled behind him lifting him gently and positioning his legs around Konstatine’s torso.  Konstatine leaned his head back on Draxion’s muscular chest as Draxion let his fingers knead his tight shoulders.

          “Ah, even better than the tub’s magical massaging powers,” Konstatine exhaled a moan.

          “You will find a lot of artificial means of pleasure here, but there is nothing like the real thing. The touch of someone who wants only you, who needs you.”  Konstatine responded to the seductiveness of Draxion’s voice growing harder and throbbing slightly. 

          “Yes.” Konstatine pushed his body back into Draxion’s as one of his hands made his way down his torso to the top of his manhood.  Draxion slowly moved down to the base of his penis and then back up again, finding a rhythm that had Konstatine panting and bucking his hips. Draxion moved faster until Konstatine cried out and released himself into the warm water.

          “I like your idea of relaxing,” Konstatine said sleepily. 

Chapter 11.

          That evening the wealthiest and most influential of society gathered inside the palace walls for a gala to celebrate the successful venture to finding a solution to the problem of finding host bodies for the angry souls crowded into the atmosphere.  The entire town was overjoyed when the men from Earth were revealed to the public and put on display.  They were all still in their regulation uniforms, all except for Konstatine who decided to wait until Draxion was already at the event to go downstairs and join the party in the ballroom.

          As he straightened his bowtie and adjusted his pants and black tuxedo jacket, he paused to admire his reflection in the mirror.  He hadn’t even looked this good for his own wedding back on Earth.  His wedding day was merely him in a polo shirt and his new wife in a dress, signing all the official documents at the courthouse in his district.  They were announced man and wife by a circuit clerk who stamped a packet of papers and didn’t even bother to smile as she pushed the papers back through the slit in the glass cage she sat in typing all day.

          As he took a deep breath and turned to walk down the steps, Konstatine’s sibling Lucerado materialized from around the corner.  “Good evening, Konstatine.  You’re looking very dapper.  You Earthlings clean up well, it seems.”  Konstatine could see a sheen of purple out of the corner of his eye as he moved toward the staircase.  “So, I’m glad we have a chance to get to know one another… the fact is, I think I could get to know you rather well.”

          “Well, of course we will.  I’m going to be around for Draxion.  He makes me indescribably happy.”

          “Such a sweet sentiment coming from a human.  I bet I know a few other tricks that would make you euphoric as well.  I bet you don’t even know the meaning of the word, do you?”

          “Look Lucerado… I know you are Draxion’s brother and I want us to get along, but insulting—“

          “Calm down and relax Konstatine.  You seem a bit tense, though formal occasions always bring out the worst in people I do believe.  Let me help you unwind before the party.”

          Before Konstatine could respond, the alien’s purple tongue slid out of his mouth and wrapped almost all the way around Konstatine’s neck, pulling him closer in an awkward embrace. “Now see, this is a bit cozier.  My my… you smell delicious.  It’s a good thing I brought my appetite tonight.”

          Konstatine saw Lucerado’s purple hand move to grope his midsection and before he could make contact, Konstatine quickly used his body weight and threw his elbow against the creature.  The alien exhaled sharply and groaned before speaking a few words in their language that Konstatine could only interpret as curse words.  He then ran toward the staircase and took them two at a time, until he found Draxion with his eyes in the crowd.  Draxion, feeling Konstatine’s heartbeat quicken with panic, turned to see him running down the stairs. 

          “What is it, my human? Why do you look so alarmed?!”

          “Draxion I’m glad I found you.  I’m sorry, I –“

          “What he means to tell you Draxion is your ‘human’ as you call him, punched me in the stomach.”   Draxion’s brother had somehow transported himself down to them both, unnoticed. “What’s going on Konstatine?  I don’t understand.”

          “He, um…”

          “—Wanted to show him how some of us differ in physiology than others on our planet is all Draxion.”

          Draxion rose up, and suddenly appeared taller and more menacing than ever before.  His lips were caught in an expression that almost resembled a snarl.  “Quiet!  Let him speak.”

          Konstatine trembled as he spoke, fearing his punishment for attacking a member of the royal family, let alone, Draxion’s brother.  “Go on, Konstatine.  Tell me what happened.”

          “He grabbed me with his tongue…he was going to touch me in a way that I didn’t feel comfortable with.”

          Draxion lowered his voice to an octave slightly above a whisper.  “Is this true?”

          “What if I say it is, brother?”

          “Answer me! Is this true?!”

          “Yes.  It is.”

          “You have betrayed me in the most intimate of ways.  This human is mine.  This is my human! He is off limits.  Everyone must understand that.  Let me announce it louder so that everyone knows.”

          Draxion then banged his hand on a nearby table and his voice boomed through the ballroom.  “This is Konstatine!  He is mine! I have laid claims on him, he is my Remembered One! If anyone should object to this I will bloody the floor with their remains over dinner and cocktails.  Is that understood?!”

          The room grew still and no one dared make a sound, or challenge the alien in combat.  Draxion’s brother seethed at him as Draxion wrapped his arm around Konstatine’s shoulders protectively. 

          “So, we’ll see how long your relationship lasts with your human.  It’s a pity, Draxion.  I always thought you were a tad smarter than that.  I suppose that’s why father only left you in charge of a few troops and not the entire kingdom.  You’ll see your human will tire of you in time.  That’s one of their flaws you know, they are never happy with what they have and seek other things to amuse themselves once the novelty wears off.  You know, it’s not fair Draxion that you should be the only one with a new plaything.”

          “He’s not just a plaything, Lucerado.  There’s proof of it as well.  He’s carrying our heir.”

          “You lie!”

          “Draxion… what are you talking about?”

          “You remember that feeling as we walked the planet?  That wasn’t just light headedness from the atmosphere.  That was our heir being implanted in your body.  My love, my human.  You are having our child.”

          Konstatine shook when he heard the words coming out of Draxion’s mouth.  The feeling wasn’t one of anxiety or sadness though.  Konstatine dropped to his knees in front of Draxion who knelt in front of him and held him, before meeting his gaze and kissing him once more.  “Draxion?”

          “Yes, my love?”

          “You’ve just somehow made me the happiest man in the universe.”

          Draxion’s brother glared at the scene with disgust.  “Ugh.  This is what is tainting our lineage.  I promise you this Draxion, for what you’ve done to our bloodline, you’ll pay and you’ll pay dearly.  This isn’t over.”

For a sneak peek at the Claimed Book 2: Tempted by the Alien, please read on.

Tempted by the Alien

Claimed Series Book 2

By

K.T. Thomason

Copyright © 2017

Introduction

On a distant planet, the destruction of an eons old civilization is saved by an influx of human breeding stock.  Havoc was selected for a mission he never chose as he is bought and paid for by an alien prince who has fallen in love with him.  While being assimilated into society he discovers that he is one of the fortunate humans.  Will Havoc be able to choose honor over love in his quest for freedom?

Chapter 1.

Looking at the crowd gathered around the buffet table, Auerlis took a deep breath.  He normally didn’t attend any of the social occasions on Xardonia.  This was the most excitement his kingdom had seen in decades though.  The successful mission to Earth and claiming suitable males for breeding stock brought all the royals and aristocrats to the palace that evening.  The joyous occasion brought capital to the kingdom as well as ensured their race would now be able to possibly sustain itself with new heirs. 

          They had been looking for a planet with stock to fulfill their needs for some time.  For Earth, the timing was opportune.  Earth’s people were being decimated by a plague that showed no mercy.  As the worldwide population dwindled, so did its defenses.  The alien warship led by the Vulturians had swooped down trying to pilferage the materials on Earth.  The Arabellians had arrived just in time before long lasting damage could occur.  They had worked out a deal to swap one hundred healthy males for a cure of the disease and to ward off the Vulturians from staking their claim on Earth.  The governments on Earth found this deal more than acceptable.  A voluntary sign-up was initiated and men of honor wanting to sign up for the most important mission for Earth’s humanity was conducted.  Now that the men were finally here on Xardonia, life would continue on this dying planet.

Most of the attendees came to the event to see the new members of society and to pick out their personal consort.  While the men from Earth would be bought and paid for, they would not be treated as slaves, nor would they be prisoners.  They would simply be purchased for companionship, yet would still have their own free will.  After all, it was possible that even after a man was purchased he wouldn’t be compatible with the alien who paid the fee.  Most of the men seemed relieved when their turn on stage had ended and they were claimed by a member of the audience.   That ensured that their mission was a success and it also ensured they had a place in their new society and wouldn’t have to rely on themselves completely to find employment and housing on their new planet. 

          Auerlis was the softer spoken of the trio of brothers which ruled the kingdom.  Everyone knew that he was the easy-going one of the group, yet he was also the most contemplative.  While his siblings’ eyes had a yellow and an orange/red glow, respectively, Auerlis’ eyes were a warm chocolate with a hint of calming bluish green glow.  He was there representing the kingdom, while Draxion was off with his own consort and Lucerado sat in his office, monitoring the financial reports as they came though.  Auerlis also knew he was probably brooding since finding out about the new potential heir. 

          Draxion had attended the mission to Earth, overseeing the trade and health of the men now here in Xardonia.  During this voyage, he had laid claim to Konstatine, who he believed to be his Remembered One.  Lucerado had not taken the news well that Konstatine was already expecting the first heir to the throne.

          At this point in his life, Auerlis didn’t have the overwhelming need to have an heir of his own, yet at the same time, he felt as if something was missing from his life.  He wasn’t necessarily looking for a consort, but he did like the notion of finding some type of companionship at the event.  He had in the past met some wonderful mates, but there was always something that stopped them from uniting as one.  According to their own spiritual doctrine, it was simply they were not remembered ones, so they rightfully are parted.  Auerlis didn’t know if he believed that any longer, though.  What if there wasn’t a remembered one and he was just simply meant to live and die without a mate to bond with?

          Pushing those thoughts from his head, he poured himself a glass of Quarksal and spoke with a few business associates before making his way to the front row of seats by the stage.  They were regrouping and getting the next group of men ready for their auction lots.  The affair had already generated a vast amount of revenue and a renewed interest in the royal family again.  Their people seemed genuinely relieved as well that the men may help to stabilize the atmosphere.  He sat down and closed his eyes as the first man appeared on the stage.  The announcer listed his number and the bidding began as paddles were raised in the audience, indicating a new amount being tallied.  While his eyes were closed, he began subtly scanning the thoughts in the room and also centering his own mind and body.  He changed his breathing and opened himself up psychically just in case his remembered one was actually in the room.  He had heard childhood legends that one’s soul mate could intuitively reach out even after the plane of death to communicate with lost loved ones.  He certainly hoped that was true and if he was meant to have someone even in a different physical form, they would appear that evening.  It happened for Konstatine, so surely there had to be some truth to the legend after all.

          Auerlis opened his eyes after centering himself and looked at the man on the stage.  He seemed nervous and a bit despondent.  He didn’t smile once; he merely cast his eyes downward when the crowd began to applaud.   He turned when instructed to and the audience got an eyeful of his broad shoulders and tight buttocks.  His numbers began rising and there seemed to be a slight bidding between two parties in the back of the room.  Auerlis smiled at the parry between the two men as they felt each other out, waiting until the last possible second to raise the stakes on one another.  If there was one thing Auerlis appreciated it, it was a good debate.  The room oohed and ahhed every time the total went up.  Finally, the room grew silent as one party shook his head at the auctioneer, through with his valiant effort to attain the human. 

          When the applause ended, the next man was announced.  He was only called by his number, which many of the men preferred this standard introduction, not wanting to indulge anything too personal about them until they were taken and paid for by their alien suitors.  As soon as Auerlis laid his eyes on the man, his heart began beating quicker.  The man was blonde haired with glistening blue eyes and a chiseled jawline.  He stood taller than the other men who were onstage previously.  He had an air about him that not only exuded confidence, but also was full of strength and fire.  He wasn’t downtrodden in any way, shape, or form.  He squared his shoulders and walked out on the stage at the prodding of the backstage handlers.  He grimaced at the audience as he looked out upon his admirers. 

          Auerlis felt his pulse quicken when he seemed to meet the man’s glare.  It was icy and underneath his exterior, Auerlis could see he was seething with rage.  Despite that anger, Auerlis inhaled sharply feeling a stirring in his soul.  His eyes began glowing and he could see his essence radiate outside his body.  The announcer began the process of beginning bids, but before Auerlis could raise his paddle to claim the man, the man jumped off the stage into the waiting audience where he began his attempt to run for the door.  Before he could get very far in his pursuit for escape, the palace guards sprang to action and sent volts of electricity through the man’s body as he slumped down to the ground, momentarily defeated.

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          Havoc awoke and rubbed his eyes.  He also touched his bound hands to his forehead gingerly.  It didn’t appear he was bleeding, but he could tell he was going to have a nasty bruise from where his head had thudded against the ballroom floor.  He groaned audibly as he raised himself to a sitting position and attempted to focus his vision on his surroundings.  He was no stranger to being in enemy territory.  As a celebrated war veteran and continuing a long lineage of military family, he had been battle tested many times.  He had learned from his grandfather, who fought in the third world war that even if in enemy territory it was most important to know your surroundings, as any objects could be used as weaponry.  He looked up and saw a chandelier with dim lights hanging overhead.  He then saw a desk with only a few framed photos and a tablet on it.  There was a bed that looked neatly made.  The walls were a deep burgundy color and the sheets were grey and silver.  It looked sparse, yet there was a deep sense of the romantic as well.  Havoc then saw the door.  He doubted he could make an easy exit, yet he needed to at least make the attempt.  He balanced himself on his clasped wrists and used his strong thigh muscles to lift himself up to a standing position.  He stood there for a few moments while a wave of dizziness and nausea passed over him.  Havoc took several deep breaths until the nausea passed.  He then walked to the door and tried the handle.  It was locked and required some type of handprint scan for entry and exit. 

          Havoc wondered where he was taken too, disoriented by the lack of windows in the room.  He walked to the edge of the bed and noticed a giant painting hanging there.  It looked to be an antique, possibly centuries old.  It was actually handcrafted using technology that would have been eliminated eons ago.  The paint had been worn into the canvas, but he could see that years had faded its color and luster.  It was a coat of arms.  Havoc had only read limited intelligence about the Arabellians history and customs at the military academy.    When the agreement was reached between the Arabellians and Earth, they had agreed to share some of their history and culture.   Prior to the plague, little was known about these aliens.  The military academy had quickly disseminated the knowledge and Havoc was part of the team that tried to learn as much as he could about the aliens.  Apparently ancient armies used coat of arms to mark their territory against opposing forces, claiming victory over provinces much like it had been done on Earth.   Facing no other options for escape, Havoc didn’t want to expend any more of his energy exploring the quarters and decided to rest.  He wearily sat on the edge of the bed.  As soon as he got comfortable on its plushness he heard a voice booming over the loudspeaker.  “Ah.  I’m glad to see you have awakened.  I shall be joining you in just a moment.”

          Havoc’s heartbeat rose as the voice had startled him.  He immediately began looking around frantically for its source.  Not seeing it, he only assumed he was being watched from some remote location in the palace.  He sighed loudly in frustration.  He should have suspected the aliens would have had some type of security at the gala.  He had known better in his gut, but he let his own fear and panic take over his body, choosing only to react and seek escape as soon as the opportunity presented itself.   He was a trained warrior, but he had let his base impulses take over his rational mind.  It was a mistake that led to his capture and now he realized his possible failure.   Before he could continue mentally berating himself the door to the quarters slammed open and a giant alien appeared in front of him.  He stood at over seven feet tall easily.  He was a dark shade of purple, so dark in fact that in the light it shimmered almost appearing black.  Havoc knew from judging his captor that he would have a fight on his hands that he wouldn’t win, not in his weakened state at least.  The alien allowed the door to close behind him and he heard the beeping to indicate that it was once again locked.  The beast towered towards him and Havoc clenched his jaw once more, steeling his eyes.  He knew that as with all animals or base creatures he couldn’t let his fear show, otherwise the animal would attack, sensing the human’s weakened state of being.  “Hello, Earthling.  My name is Auerlis.  What do you call yourself?”

          Havoc swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat while the alien waited for a response.  “I don’t wish to harm you.  I’m sorry if my presence frightens you.  The guards, they were only doing what they were trained to do.  In your case, they thwarted your attempt at escape only as an example to the other men.  We cannot stand for a rebellion, you see.  You and your people are entirely too valuable to us at this point.”

          Havoc considered the creature’s tone.  He did seem sincere.  “My name’s Havoc.”

          “Ha! Well, that is very fitting considering the commotion you caused in the ballroom this evening.” 

          “What am I doing here?  When can I go home?”

          Aurelius’ eyes glowed sympathetically at the confused solider.  He crossed to the room and sat on the edge of the bed by the human, who was trembling slightly.  “You really don’t know do you?”

          “Know what?!”

          “Havoc.  There is no going home.  That was part of your mission.  I was under the assumption that your commanding officers briefed you on the situation.  It was the exchange we made for helping your people deal with the plague.  You were sent here as a trade.”

          “What?!  What do you mean a trade?!”

          “Yes.  The best men were selected as volunteers and for your men to come to our planet to help us with our… repopulation problem.”

          Havoc looked down at the floor, then back up at the coat of arms.  His eyes were suddenly sad.  He was disturbed and confused.  He had given his life to the government and the military, just as his ancestors had.  Sure, they did quarantine his wife on their honeymoon night, but that was for the betterment of society.  They had to make sure she wasn’t a carrier of the plague.  In fact, her blood may have even synthesized a cure at some point, had the scientists been allowed to work and this bizarre exchange hadn’t been made “So you’re telling me, I’ve been basically sold into slavery by my government.”

          “Such strong language you use, human.  I wouldn’t say it’s slavery.  Besides, I thought all the humans signed up voluntarily.”

“I think some of the details were missing on the nature of our mission.”

“You won’t lack for anything here, Havoc.  I can assure you of that.  You won’t be forced to do manual labor and you won’t be beaten or mentally broken.  We only wish to love you and your people as our own as your body will be used as a host for our own lost soul mates.”

          “You’ve lost me.”

          “Calm down, human.  I will attempt to explain.”

          “I don’t understand.  I don’t want to be here.  This was supposed to be a routine border patrol mission.”

          “We’ve discussed this already.  I’m sorry you’re having trouble accepting the situation Havoc.  As a people, we don’t believe in the human concept of life and death.  We believe that an individual, a soul if you will, survives even through a change in the state of its matter.  So, anyone can become a host to the spirit of a loved one from the past.  Those who find their previous mates in new bodies are said to have found their ‘Remembered Ones.’  Those are the only ones that we can truly mate with and bring new life onto the planet.”

          “That’s ridiculous.  Dead things stay dead, that’s the rule, not the exception.”

          “Maybe on Earth, but not on our world.”

          “Well, fuck your world! I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.”

          With statement, Havoc made a dash for the door, attempting to shove Auerlis from his path.  The large creature easily blocked him and used his momentum against him, sending Havoc sprawling to the ground.  Undeterred, Havoc attempted a break for the door once more, after he got to his feet.  He tried several more times, before he simply lay on the ground at Auerlis’ feet looking up at him.  Auerlis felt sorry for Havoc.  He understood he was hurt and confused.  He had a right to be after his country had betrayed him, first by taking his wife, then by duping him into a mission under false pretenses.  Auerlis bent over Havoc who didn’t move.  He lay still with his eyes closed, pondering what his next move would be.  Auerlis waited for him to open his eyes, and then extended his hand to the man, who took it gently.  Auerlis pulled him up and seeing the tears form in Havoc’s normally cold eyes, he embraced him fully with both of his large, strong arms around the emotional man.

          The pair moved up and sat on the bed side by side, while Auerlis patiently waited for Havoc to speak.  “I don’t want to be here.  I miss my home.  You understand that, right?”

          “I most certainly do.  That’s why I want to make you a home here.”

          “This place… these creatures, it repulses me.”

          “You need to admit it to yourself, Havoc.  Then we can begin.”

          “Admit what?”

          “You’re afraid.”

          Havoc looked at Auerlis incredulously but decided to keep his calm demeanor.

          “I’ve never been afraid of anything in my life. This is no exception.  Once I get my bearings I’ll figure out a way to get off this planet. “

          “Well, we do shuttle runs on the weekends around the galaxy.  Earth used to be on our flight path until the risk of the plague made it a flight hazard.  Now that they have the means to synthesize an antidote, I’m certain that it will be placed back on the flight list.”

          Havoc just looked at Auerlis and sneered.  “Are you mocking me?! I don’t think you wanna make me angry, creature!”  He then shoved Auerlis and stood pacing around the room in silence.”

          “No, human.  I was not mocking you.  I was being serious.  Before we go any further though, we must come to a mutual understanding.  Come, sit back down.  We shall discuss it.”

          “There’s nothing to discuss.”

          Auerlis sighed deeply in frustration then stood up lumbering toward Havoc where he allowed his chocolate eyes to glow a brilliant blue once more. He made his voice soft, and clasped Havoc’s hands in his own.  He didn’t speak yet, but made his voice ring in Havoc’s mind.  “Havoc.  I know you can hear me.  This is how we normally communicate.  I know you’re scared, and it’s quite alright to be.  I would be the same if our situations were reversed.  I need you to know that you’re safe here.  I will protect you from anyone in the kingdom.  See, Havoc, I feel that you could possibly be the host for my Remembered One.  I thought it was just legend or a fairy tale until I saw you onstage.  My physical body responded to the sight of you and my heart literally stopped beating for a moment.  I know that you feel it too.  Your heart rate is up even as we speak.  Your blood is sweeping through your body at a pace it never has and your nerves are on edge with anticipation.  Let me show you a glimpse of how good it can be.”

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About The Author

K.T. Thomason

K.T. resides in Northern California but has been told her head is often in the clouds and she dreams up stories of implausible alien adventures. K.T. likes to spin out tales that test the bounds of reality but are those that we want to see happen. The characters are full of passion and the heat is always cranked up. Enjoy!

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Other Books By This Author

K.T. is the author of the Claimed Series: 

Claimed Series Book 1:  Claimed by the Alien

Claimed Series Book 1.5:  Bound by the Alien (available for free here: eepurl.com/cLnA3L )

Claimed Series Book 2: Tempted by the Alien

Claimed Series Book 3: Caressed by the Alien

Claimed Series Book 4: Betrayed by the Alien

Claimed Series Book 5: Saved by the Alien

Claimed Series Book 6: Enchanted by the Alien

Claimed Series Collection 1  (Claimed by the Alien, Tempted by the Alien, and Caressed by the Alien)

Horizon- A gay man crashing on a planet with male-only gendered species. What could go wrong?

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