Something’s happening!” She felt the ship shake again in a way that reminded her of the airlock opening back at the International Space Station. A deep, strange panic overtook Nadia. Somehow, she managed to rise and move to Kester’s sleeping bay. She reached in and shook him, watching his leonine eyes as they opened. They flickered to her face, and he smiled, brighter and more beautifully than any man ever had. The ship shook again, and Kester’s eyes cut across the room. Coming free from the bonds that held him, he slid down more gracefully from the sleeping bay -- far more gracefully than Nadia had. He stood immediately and gripped Nadia’s good arm, pushing her behind him.
“Get down, Nadia.” It was the first time he had used her real name. Despite her terror at the rumbling of the ship, she almost smiled at the sound of her name on Kester’s lips. She crouched down behind him, gripping his muscular arm. From his touch, she could feel something like a warning. It was like the image he’d shown her before, but it was much less intense, a gentle telepathic message. It was serious in nature, but easier on her mind.
Okay , she thought. We’ll be okay . He looked back at her, nodding to let her know that he had received her message in kind. There was a look of slight surprise, as if he couldn’t quite believe their exchange.
At that moment, what had appeared to be a huge wall ripped open. Nadia gasped. Before them stood a humanoid being, but with a lizard-like face of black and blue. His yellow eyes radiated pure evil. Just from touching Kester’s skin, she could tell that this was a Nebulan, a member of a race who had been plaguing Kester’s people and their allies for centuries. A being that would easily slit Nadia’s throat from ear to ear... or worse yet, take her to his home planet to be breeding material. Nadia shuddered, clutching Kester’s arm.
“Prince Kester of Delma and the Lanids,” the creature said, his voice gravely and foreign even through the language chip in Nadia’s ear. “We’ve heard tell that you procured a Terran woman for the purpose of mating.”
“The woman is none of your concern.” Kester’s voice boomed, holding none of that sweetness or light sarcasm Nadia had heard before.
Procured for mating? That’s not the story Kester told me. Nadia’s eyes flickered between the two aliens. Even if she was less certain of her relationship to Kester, it was clear that he was the lesser of two evils.
“She is. Terran women are pliant and fertile.” The alien took a deep inhalation of the air, stepping forward and staring at Nadia with unbridled lust. “They can also be trained to serve the Nebulan race. Once you break them, they make excellent slaves. And one this little... well, I’d take her straight to my chambers and make her mine.” The Nebulan growled, putting one hand to his cock and gripping it. He was clearly growing hard already.
“The Terran female is mine. I’ve already claimed her,” Kester growled. “She’s mine to mate with until the end of days.” His voice sounded more bestial than alien... like a wolf forming the syllables of a man. The Nebulan laughed.
“You’re just a weak prince. You clearly couldn’t please this woman.” The Nebulan threw his head back. In a flash quicker and fiercer than lightning, Kester had pulled a barely visible weapon from his side. He stepped forward and slit the monster’s throat. The Nebulan clutched at the wound, his black blood spilling over the ship. Kester pulled Nadia up and thrust her back into the sleeping bay. He pressed a button she couldn’t see, and the restraints covered her, but this time she was unable to break free.
“Kester... what... what are you doing?”
“Taking you to Gemnia. And disposing of this garbage.” With one powerful stride, Kester stepped towards the controls and closed the ripped apart panel. “We’ll have to fly with the Nebulan pod