Free Seducing The Sacred Alien (SciFi Alien Ménage Romance) by Meg Ripley

as is the way in your world, but the sovereign leader of the planet. And you, Charlotte, will be my queen. The planet will accept you, and it will restore you to your pure form, unscathed by the harsh environment of Earth. You will reign at my side for centuries to come,” he finished, meeting her eyes to convey the full import of his statement. Charlotte's jaw dropped, surprised beyond belief for the umpteenth time since meeting Eli just a few short days ago.
    “Are you ready to see your new home?” he queried without a word, nuzzling his lips against her ear as he communicated with her. She could only nod.
    And then, all of a sudden, the Earth was no longer beneath the clear glass floor. The scene beneath her passed in a blur and she stared harder, trying to make out what it was she saw passing beneath them as Charlotte laid there wrapped in Eli's arms.
    In less than a moment's time, the blur came into focus as the ship slowed. She caught sight of a beautiful trail of color; pink, purple and blue swirled together like clouds and spread out across the dark expanse.
    “Oh…my…God…,” was all she could force past her lips. And as the ship moved onward, something else came into view. It was not a ménage of clouds, it was a planet—a beautiful solid form that shimmered with the same iridescence as Eli's markings.
    “Welcome home, Charlotte. All that you see now belongs to you, my Queen.”

My Encounter With A Sweet Alien
     
    Outside her open bedroom window, the cows in her pasture stood sleeping as a gentle breeze wafted across the hardwood floors and onto her skin. Amy shuddered slightly and rolled over. Though the clear sky above dotted the earth with twinkling lights of a thousand stars, and the world around her peaceful farm lay still in the night air, a feeling of dissonance washed over her. Her loyal husky, Shiloh, stirred at the foot of the bed anxiously, causing the old springs of her four post bed to groan under the weight.
    “What is it, Shiloh?” she moaned, the sleep still fresh in her eyes. “Why are you so anxious tonight?”
    Shiloh lifted her head, her blue eyes reflecting in the moonlight. She yelped in Amy’s direction.
    “If only you could actually speak, Shiloh.” Amy gave a long stretch and surveyed her bedroom carefully through the darkness. Twilight spread across the hardwood floors, giving an eerie glow to the objects it touched, but nothing appeared to be disturbed.
    Shiloh leapt from her place on the bed, slapping her large paws against the wood beams and sending an echo through the silent house. She huffed again and let out a yelp that signaled distress. Outside, the herd rustled now, shifting nervously as if something else had joined them in the field, disturbing their peaceful slumber. Amy felt a chill sweep up her spine.
    “I feel it too, Girl,” she said, stroking the pacing husky’s fur. “I’m gonna go check it out.”
    Amy knew something was out there. She headed for the door, placing a pair of muddy work boots on her naked toes and lifted her shotgun from its usual seat above the door.
    Shiloh followed loyally across the room. Amy turned and gave her a warm smile; “No, Girl--go lay down,” she cooed, “I don’t want you getting hurt.”
    Shiloh whined, then obediently returned to her bed next to the stone fireplace as Amy opened the front door to a rush of cool night air. Outside, the brightness of a full moon gave the appearance of mid-day to the barn and driveway, sparkling across freshly cut grass and rocks. She stepped off the porch and turned towards the field behind her home, but nothing appeared out of sorts.
    A glow from the forest caught her eye and she turned to investigate; Amy could see a strange light pulsing deep within the darkness of sleeping trees. What—or who —could possibly be in the woods? Her heart raced in fear, but she knew she had to find out.
    Her boots crunched the small, fallen twigs below her feet as she crept towards the glow. Into