Big news! Yamila Abraham (Yaoimila) Has just put out a new novel!
Aliens Bride - A new full-lenth erotic sci-fi novel by Yaoimila!!!
Selena’s romantic heart yearns for a love unavailable to her in the slave colony. She
finds the courage to make her alien masters notice her—right when two
generals have been promised a human bride. Selena must give herself to
not one, but two husbands.
General Hern’s act of valor has earned
him any reward he wants. He requests a human bride, one he intends to
share with his equal, General Xaroth. Their opposing philosophies has
divided their troops and harmed the Dak-Hiliah Empire. Hern wants to
use a human woman as a tool to finally bring them together.
He never intended on falling in love with her.
General
Xaroth has the same goals as Hern for the Dak-Hiliah Empire. He merely
pursues them without any of Hern’s foolish compassion. Xaroth knows
Hern is offering to share this woman with him to temper his callous
methods. He’s not about to let himself be influenced…and
certainly not by a woman as gentle and alluring as Selena.
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“They’re
going to catch you, and you’re going to get collared,” Selena’s older
sister Lucretia said while balancing her baby on one hip.
Selena
folded a towel and clean undergarments into a tattered mesh laundry bag
without looking at her. “Don’t jinx me.” She grabbed her toothbrush
and the box of dental powder, but then thought twice and put them back
into the locker beside her bunk bed. The thin cardboard box let the
powder spill out everywhere. The last thing she needed to do was give
the sentinel robots a trail to follow.
“Don’t go,” Lucretia said,
with mounting frustration in her voice. “This is the worst possible
time to be taking this risk. You’re almost guaranteed to get caught.”
Selena
stood and hoisted her bundle of bathing supplies over one shoulder.
“Even if I get caught they know I’m not escaping. The latrines are
disgusting. I just want to bathe somewhere nice for once.”
“Would
you stop being idiotic? His ship came in last night. That bastard’s
on the planet’s surface somewhere. I mean—can’t you at least wait until
he’s gone?”
One side of Selena’s mouth pulled up in a smile.
Her back was to her sister, so the devious grin remained hidden. She
turned to her with a neutral face and gave her shoulder a squeeze.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
Lucretia
groaned, and small wrinkles formed on her forehead. She was only four
years Selena’s senior, but looked nearer to ten. Selena felt she was
having her babies too close together. At 28 she’d already mothered four
children, averaging one a year. She’d followed their alien master’s
orders to a fault, Selena felt. But then, Lucretia always did what she
was told. For Selena there were some things even more terrible than the
ire of their masters.
She dashed out of the massive living
quarters before her sister could come up with another argument. Her
legs became shaky when she arrived at the back of the Quonset hut that
was used as the slaves’ meetinghouse. Just down through the ravine and
over the gully and she would be officially outside the boundary.
Before
she could will her feet to a sprint, a sentinel robot rolled by her on
metal tank treads. It didn’t turn its cylinder head in her direction
since the dense things couldn’t tell when someone was poised to escape.
Selena waited until it rounded a corner and then darted for the gully.
She had seven seconds before the next sentinel appeared. She managed
to get out of sight with scant seconds to spare.
She huddled in
the brush on the other side of the gully while gasping for breath. Two.
Three. Four seconds passed without any sounds from a pursuer. Selena
lifted her head from the leaf litter to look back. The path behind her
was clear. She placed a hand to her chest and tried to will her
heartbeat to slow. The first hurdle was cleared. It looked as though
she’d have an uneventful bath in the beautiful mountain lake, which was
fine enough.
She peeled off her clothes and splashed into the water.
“Oh God, yes!”
A
laugh erupted from her. She didn’t care about being loud. The dismal
slave colony was far behind her. She let her pale skin become shocked
by the cold water and then dunked her head. Streams poured from her
long auburn strands of hair when she stood.
She went deeper to
swim on her back. Her small breasts poked out of the water catching
dapples of sunlight screened by overhanging bows. She could stay until
dinnertime at least. That was the only ritual in the drudgery of her
slave life where she’d be missed. Then she would just have the
challenge of hiding her pruned fingers from her seatmates.
In an
hour’s time she’d finished the actual task of bathing. Working in the
communal gardens had crammed dirt beneath her fingernails and coated her
with a layer of grime that had to be scrubbed clean. She shampooed her
hair with her ration of soap powder. Now, cleaner than she had been in
weeks, she let herself languish in the shaded shallows. The forest was
full of bird song around her and the sky was a gorgeous blue painting
with plump airbrushed clouds in staggered clumps. Selena let her mind
wander.
In her daydream a handsome alien, similar to Lord
Elentinus but with eyes far less cruel, walked up to her as she sunned
herself on the beach. She was wearing a cotton yellow dress she’d had
before the war.
“You know, women who are disobedient get forced to marry one of the Dak-Hiliah,” the dream alien would say.
Selena
would sit up with a serious face. She’d try to be strong before her
enemy since she imagined all the Dak-Hiliah were warriors, and wished
for fierce women to complement them.
“Maybe I want to be a bride.”
“Are
you a fool?” he’d ask, while not yet knowing whether to take her
seriously. “Haven’t those renegade ex-wives in the colony warned you
about us?”
She thought briefly about the Russian women who’d been
exiled to the colony after running away from their alien husbands.
Selena tried her best to avoid listening to their horror stories. The
dream of a good alien husband was all she had.
“I’ve heard other
things, too,” Selena would say to the handsome alien. “I heard that
Lenora Winquist was happy with her husband. Your rules changed, didn’t
they? I heard you’re not obligated to be cruel to your wives anymore.”
Then he’d kneel so he could take her hand. “It’s true,” he’d say. “I would be kind to you.”
Selena
gave a languorous sigh. She’d had many variations of the fantasy, but
this was the first time she could daydream without the fear of
interruption. She imagined the handsome alien plucking her up in his
strong arms and carrying her away. Away from the colony. Away from the
obligation to breed with smug overfed boys who thought their rarity
made them better than her. Away from filth and endless days of tedium.
Something
that sounded like a deer was crashing through the forest on the bank
leftward from her. Selena swam toward the din to catch a glimpse. She
traversed some frighteningly deep water to make it to a sandbar where
her toes could touch bottom. Twelve feet up was a ridge that dropped
steeply at the water’s edge. Selena shielded her eyes from the sun and
gazed upwards.
A big man emerged from the trees. Selena realized his blue skin with a jolt to her middle.
She
ducked and waded as fast and quietly as she could into the shadow of
the ridge. Her heart thumped with enough power to make her feel like
her chest expanded with every beat. She covered her mouth with a wet
hand and tried to compose herself.
The alien hadn’t seen her.
She was almost sure—his eyes were raised up, like he was surveying
their conquered land. He wasn’t Lord Elentinus. Their master had
shorter silver hair and a coolly evil expression that never seemed to
change. This man had strands of silver and brown spilling far past his
broad shoulders. He looked a bit younger than Elentinus, too, and his
expression was neutral.
Selena’s heartbeat wouldn’t slow. He
was handsome. She’d caught that with just a glimpse, and it made her
blush now. This might have been her fantasy husband in the flesh, and
here she was, hiding.
She closed her eyes tight. To reveal
herself would be idiotic. She was an escapee right now, and this was
the enemy. She risked getting the shock collar—a pain so severe it made
other slaves urinate on themselves and choke out blood-curdling
screams.
But then…why did she come out here? Wasn’t she trying
to get caught? Was that a real plan or just another of her daydreams?
Here was an alien, a potential husband, someone who could take her away
from her miserable fate.
This alien might just be someone who would cherish her. Wasn’t that worth the risk of the shock collar?
Selena
unfurled her clenched arms from her body and swam out of the shadows.
Her stomach felt like it had tied itself in a knot. She turned with
her lower lip trembling to look up at the ridge.
The alien locked eyes with her at once. That was it. He’d seen her. There was no turning back.
She
kept one arm over her breasts which were already hidden by the water.
With the other she sheepishly waved. It was a weak twiddling of her
fingers accompanied by an even weaker smile. She knew how stupid it was
even as she did it—but she had to do something. The alien had to know
she was allowing herself to be seen, and not someone caught in an
attempted escape.
He said something. Selena was close enough to hear
him, but the words were nonsense. This surprised her. She assumed
they all spoke English the way Elentinus did.
The alien didn’t
seal his lips after uttering the foreign words. He stared at her agape
and transfixed. Selena saw his eyes swimming over her face and bare
shoulders. She couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw. There was no
indication of pleasure. She wasn’t even sure if she repulsed him or
not, until he swallowed while slowly blinking. It was as if he couldn’t
believe what he was seeing. For a moment Selena felt like a pixie or a
water sprite.
She lowered her idiotically waving hand and
returned his stare. He might not have been a warlord, like Elentinus,
but he was certainly at least a warrior. He was wearing a black mesh
garb with silver armor attached, and what looked like guns on his hip
and shoulder. He was muscular enough to have his definition come
through the costume. His face was movie-star caliber (even if the old
magazines she had for reference were sun-faded) he had lovely full lips
and kind eyes. Of course, his flesh was blue with pink markings and he
had horns on his head and shoulders. Selena could easily ignore his
alien features to focus on the handsome man beneath them.
They’d
examined each other for several minutes. Selena’s eyes lowered. What
now? The alien started talking to her, recapturing her gaze. It was
all gibberish, but he said it with subdued tones. She sensed no
harshness—in fact, it almost sounded like poetry.
Someone else
broke through the thick woods behind him. Selena’s heart rate revved up
again. She recognized this second alien as Elentinus’ obnoxious
manservant Hor-Denay. He addressed the stranger first with kind
alien-speak. The handsome alien tipped his nose toward her while saying
more foreign words. Hor-Denay fixed on her with a scowl.
“What are you doing out here?” he said in English. “Do you have permission to be here? What’s your name!”
Selena’s teeth chattered as she tried to find her voice. “I—it’s Selena.”
“Clothe
yourself!” He turned back to the stranger and spoke to him in their
language. As he did he pulled a small device from his armor and pressed
a button to activate it. He yelled into it with angry alien words.
Selena’s
stomach sank. She felt paralyzed, but knew she had to rush to the bank
to dress. Before she could the stranger met her gaze once again. His
eyes appeared sympathetic. His beautiful lips formed a soft smile, and
then he lifted his hand to twiddle his fingers the way she had.
Selena got a pang in her tense middle.
Then
the aliens were pushing through the brush and trees to go. Selena
splashed toward the bank as fast as her limbs would move her. She dried
herself speedily and managed to throw on her clothes before the first
of three sentinel robots thundered over the ground to snatch her.
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