Alien Romance: Grabbed By The Alien Lord: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

brewing – there was one in particular that he was waiting for.  Amiilya didn’t disappoint him.
    “So, what are you going to do with me?”
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    Some would prefer to wallow in ignorance – thinking that if they didn’t ask, and it wasn’t confirmed, then it wasn’t true – in a situation regarding enslavement; Amelia was no such person. 
    She was too pragmatic.  Galtan – interesting name – had all but devoured her with his fascinating eyes.  Amelia would rather know upfront whether the man planned to use her carnally.
    “I hadn’t really thought about it – I suppose it would be best if I find a way for you to get back to your home world.”
    “You’re going to let me go?”  The words escaped before Amelia could think to stop them.  “Seems odd that you would pay to free a slave you bought.”  Amelia wanted what he said to be true, but it was almost too good to be so.
    “If I had allowed the other bidder to win you – you would not have survived through tomorrow.”  He said it plainly, indicating that it was a common instance for human slaves to die at their purchaser’s hands.
    “Why me?”  Amelia’s voice was hardly more than a whisper as she stared into the face that would be guaranteed to haunt her in the future.
    “If you are to be tamed then I will do so; but you will not be broken in the process.”  Lavender eyes bore into blue, Galtan’s voice rumbled through the room.  “I couldn’t let them break you.”
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    Galtan knew that Amelia was confused, that she would question his motivations eventually; however, he took advantage of her silence and strode to the hidden door of the wardrobe storage.  True, many slaves were made to be nude – but Galtan had no desire for his human to go about that way. 
                  He found a sleeveless tunic of blue so dark it was nearly black.  The fabric shimmered and would be soft on the pale cream of her skin.  Galtan grabbed a length of silver chord that had come loose from a robe, and turned to find the woman sitting on the side of the bed closest to him; watching him. 
                  I’ll take her to the clothier.  Galtan knew that the merchant would likely want to complain about clothing a slave, but Galtan was a man few crossed. 
    As he reached the bed, Galtan tossed the chord over his shoulder and held the bottom of the tunic open.  Amiilya looked at the garment, then to him, and then back to the garment. 
    She shrugged and raised her arms to feed them into the tunic as she stood.  He released the fabric, and let flutter down to obscure the curves of Amiilya’s body.
    Cut to fit him, the armholes were open to the tops of her hips.  His human quirked a brow at him over the expanse of skin still showing.
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    Technically it’ll cover some things…like my crotch since it goes past my knees.   However, with every step, her breasts would be on display through the giant slits down the sides of the garment Galtan was dressing her in. 
                  As she quirked a brow at him, her intergalactic dresser fed the silver chord he had tossed over his shoulder through the arm holes, across her belly.  He then slid it up her skin to just below her breasts and cinched the fabric.  He then crisscrossed the chord around her body over and over again – back cross, front cross, back cross, front cross – ending on a back cross, Galtan turned her and knotted the chord.
    Amelia’s breasts were secured behind a precarious sling of shimmering midnight blue, the chord wrapped about her torso in a manner similar to ancient Grecian women.  However, with her body, the ensemble was vaguely pornographic .  
    Amelia bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing. Well, it’s best to find humour where one can, right?   It seemed