Alien Romance: Grabbed By The Alien Lord: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 2) by Aana Celestya Page B
Authors: Aana Celestya
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brain frantically firing its last neurons.
The man who'd picked her up ignored her after that and she did her best to ignore him as well as the war party galloped on towards the mountains.
They grew closer and clearer all the time, filling the horizon. As they got closer, Astrid could see structures rising out of the peaks. Towers and spires, spilling down between the slopes into a magnificent city, glittering in the pale light of the small, white sun.
The city sprawled all along the mountain range, rushing up the slopes and pooling in the foothills. The peaks crawled with life, structures carved into the living stone. The highest of these peaks held a massive palace, an incredible structure that awed Astrid even from this distance.
It's myriad towers were capped with onion shaped domed cupolas in a thousand shining colors, banded by a kind of rosy colored metal that shone like gold.
As they entered the outskirts of the city, the army paraded down a wide street past rows of colorful, boxy buildings. Their basic structure seemed made of the stone of the mountains, a kind of iridescent alabaster, accented by the blue green of oxidized copper, the vibrant orange of rich clay, and the same rose gold of the metal that banded the roof of the palace.
Their architecture favored simple structures heavily embellished with pillars and arabesques and little towers. There was always something new to catch and delight the eye.
As they passed down the street, people hurried out of the way or stood on the sides of the road to shout and cheer and wave, welcoming their heroes home. Astrid noticed that, somewhat puzzlingly, every person she saw was, at least as far as she could tell, male. She didn't see a single person who was feminine by earth standards.
The discrepancy left her a little unsettled. She'd felt the equipment of the man in front of her, and the first man had called her a concubine. They had to breed at least somewhat in the same way humans did. So where were all the women?
The procession carried on through the city, passing through several guard walls as it began winding its way up the mountain. But men began peeling off, trickling away, Astrid could only assume, as the procession passed by wherever they lived. The higher they went, the smaller their party became, until there was only Astrid's companion and two others, climbing slowly all the way up the highest peak.
Gradually, Astrid realized they were heading for the palace, and the pit of worry in her stomach grew. Perhaps they were bringing her to meet their leader? That would make sense. But she wasn't certain she was ready for the responsibility of representing the human race to the sovereign of the first non-human intelligent race ever discovered.
It didn't take as long as she'd expected, before a pair of enormous, colorfully painted doors were opening to allow the three riders through into the courtyard of the palace.
It was a beautiful space, the floor a mosaic of rich colored tiny tiles describing the images of powerful warriors in battle, fighting great beasts, building great works. At the heart of the courtyard was a wide, ornate fountain decorated with the first feminine images Astrid had seen.
Three women carved of the strange shining alabaster stone stood in the center of the fountain, pouring water from their hands, hearts, and eyes. The walls of the courtyard were decorated with a froth of green plants and white flowers despite the cold. Peering closer as they passed, Astrid saw the inside of the flower beds were lined with some kind of light, and she could feel the warmth radiating from them when they drew close.
At the other end of the courtyard, the men dismounted their steeds. The man in the silver fur cloak held up his arms to help Astrid off, but Astrid ignored him, climbing off easily on her own.
This thing was a bit taller than the horses she'd ridden growing up, but not enough to change the basic method. The man looked offended and his
The man who'd picked her up ignored her after that and she did her best to ignore him as well as the war party galloped on towards the mountains.
They grew closer and clearer all the time, filling the horizon. As they got closer, Astrid could see structures rising out of the peaks. Towers and spires, spilling down between the slopes into a magnificent city, glittering in the pale light of the small, white sun.
The city sprawled all along the mountain range, rushing up the slopes and pooling in the foothills. The peaks crawled with life, structures carved into the living stone. The highest of these peaks held a massive palace, an incredible structure that awed Astrid even from this distance.
It's myriad towers were capped with onion shaped domed cupolas in a thousand shining colors, banded by a kind of rosy colored metal that shone like gold.
As they entered the outskirts of the city, the army paraded down a wide street past rows of colorful, boxy buildings. Their basic structure seemed made of the stone of the mountains, a kind of iridescent alabaster, accented by the blue green of oxidized copper, the vibrant orange of rich clay, and the same rose gold of the metal that banded the roof of the palace.
Their architecture favored simple structures heavily embellished with pillars and arabesques and little towers. There was always something new to catch and delight the eye.
As they passed down the street, people hurried out of the way or stood on the sides of the road to shout and cheer and wave, welcoming their heroes home. Astrid noticed that, somewhat puzzlingly, every person she saw was, at least as far as she could tell, male. She didn't see a single person who was feminine by earth standards.
The discrepancy left her a little unsettled. She'd felt the equipment of the man in front of her, and the first man had called her a concubine. They had to breed at least somewhat in the same way humans did. So where were all the women?
The procession carried on through the city, passing through several guard walls as it began winding its way up the mountain. But men began peeling off, trickling away, Astrid could only assume, as the procession passed by wherever they lived. The higher they went, the smaller their party became, until there was only Astrid's companion and two others, climbing slowly all the way up the highest peak.
Gradually, Astrid realized they were heading for the palace, and the pit of worry in her stomach grew. Perhaps they were bringing her to meet their leader? That would make sense. But she wasn't certain she was ready for the responsibility of representing the human race to the sovereign of the first non-human intelligent race ever discovered.
It didn't take as long as she'd expected, before a pair of enormous, colorfully painted doors were opening to allow the three riders through into the courtyard of the palace.
It was a beautiful space, the floor a mosaic of rich colored tiny tiles describing the images of powerful warriors in battle, fighting great beasts, building great works. At the heart of the courtyard was a wide, ornate fountain decorated with the first feminine images Astrid had seen.
Three women carved of the strange shining alabaster stone stood in the center of the fountain, pouring water from their hands, hearts, and eyes. The walls of the courtyard were decorated with a froth of green plants and white flowers despite the cold. Peering closer as they passed, Astrid saw the inside of the flower beds were lined with some kind of light, and she could feel the warmth radiating from them when they drew close.
At the other end of the courtyard, the men dismounted their steeds. The man in the silver fur cloak held up his arms to help Astrid off, but Astrid ignored him, climbing off easily on her own.
This thing was a bit taller than the horses she'd ridden growing up, but not enough to change the basic method. The man looked offended and his
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