Free Forbidden Love by Kaye Manro

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Forbidden Love
    By
    Kaye Manro
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Dedication
    This is dedicated to the future of seductive Science Fiction, infused with love, romance and sexy alien encounters.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 
     
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    Forbidden Love
    By
    Kaye Manro
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Prologue
     
    “Not ready for contact with other intelligent life forms .”
    T’Kon of Asconage concluded his study as his small spacecraft hovered in an undetected orbit above the alien world. By listening to the communication frequencies from the planet Terrain, he discovered all he needed to make his findings known to the Council.
    He gazed at the sapphire globe and its unique topographical beauty. Unlike his binary home world with its harsh heat and orange hues, Terrain, third planet revolving around a single star, swirled with azure seas, lush jade continents and atmospheric chilling winds. The deserts small, the waters huge, it was the very opposite of Asconage. He ran a sheathed claw over the view screen and switched off the image.
      While on another mission, he had found the obscure little planet on long-range scanners near the edge of the Orion cluster. It paralleled Pegasus, his own Galaxy. His initial scan showed promise, the occupants stood on the cusp of advanced space travel. He convinced the Council to consider Terrain worthy of closer observation, even possible mentoring.
    Now T’Kon knew different.
    His surveillance revealed the inhabitants fought appalling wars amongst themselves, unwilling to exist in nonviolent cohabitation. He shook his head, wishing it were not so. He enjoyed his work as a First Contact Diplomat, but this species was not prepared for an authentic alien encounter.
    His conclusion: acceptance into the Realm of Tranquil Planets was no doubt light years away for the beings of Terrain.
    In truth, he was glad to end this mission. He missed the dark coppery sunsets and blazing red sands on Asconage, even the continuing debate with his father G’Nore. He smiled as he recalled standing with his father on Promenade Mountain high above the russet desert as he prepared for his latest excursion.
    “The future ruler of Asconage should not put himself in jeopardy flying at FTL around the galaxies as you do,” his father bellowed.
    T’Kon countered, “What better place for a leader than discovering other cultures?” G’Nore shook his head in resignation as T’Kon boarded his spacecraft.
    It was past time to plot a course back home. He set the controls for