Oh, Liv. What have you gotten yourself into?
CHAPTER EIGHT
The ship was pristine inside, as if there was a fleet of stealthy little Roombas cleaning every nook and cranny as soon as you looked away. Whatever the technology used actually was, Olivia wished she had it for her apartment back home. The dirt from the men’s boots seemed to vanish from the deck with every step, and even the smells of nature they’d brought in with them faded almost entirely as soon as the hatch sealed.
The shorter of the two leaders pointed to a large seat. This was to be her spot, apparently, but there were no seatbelts or restraints of any kind. Olivia carefully sat, sinking in slightly as the material adjusted for her shape and weight. Interestingly, though it didn’t wrap around her at all, she felt a gentle but firm force on her body. Apparently, these guys didn’t use anything so primitive as actual seatbelts.
Oh, damn, she marveled as the walls turned transparent as the ship lifted off. Not the entirety of them, but the top half had become like a giant seamless window. Whether it was truly transparent or just a projection of what was going on outside was irrelevant. This was an amazing view. Equally impressive was that there was not a sound, nary a vibration to be felt as theymoved. It was almost like watching a video on a giant screen, only she knew they were actually flying. They accelerated fast, the scenery passing in a blur while the passengers in the interior felt nothing.
The muscular pair sat across from her, each of them studying her with their green and gold eyes, their interest plain as the bulges in their trousers. Bulges Olivia couldn’t help but glance at in spite of herself. Now she felt that she better understood why men’s eyes back home seemed to so often drift to her chest without them even knowing it. Sometimes you just couldn’t help it. In her case, it was not that their alien cocks were hanging out for all to see, but the impressive members were very clearly outlined pressing against the fabric covering their legs.
Naturally, they were sitting casually, legs wide, drawing the material even tighter over their manhood. It was such a guy thing to do, but in their case, she wasn’t going to complain about the view. And as these were the first aliens she’d ever really checked out like that, there was a question burning in her mind. The curiosity of wondering what exactlydidtheir packages look like?
The taller one shifted in his seat, his girthy cock moving like a sentient beast within his trousers. Olivia looked up and saw he was watching her intently, an amused little grin on his lips and a smoldering look in his eyes. She felt her cheeks flush and looked away, only to lock eyes with his counterpart, equally open in his interest and just as distractingly built.
Olivia would have perhaps felt embarrassed if she hadn’t been distracted by the sudden deceleration of the ship, the scenery formerly whipping by abruptly coming into sharp focus. As with the entire trip, she didn’t feel so much as a shudder from the comfort of her seat.
“Oh,” was all she could manage to utter as the craft pulled a tight circle above a relatively small but utterly futuristic and alien looking city.
Delicate structures rose into the sky, walkways connecting what looked like enormous bubbles floating in the air with no visible means of support. Some were clear, showing the occupants inside, while others were opaque. The glimpse she got was enough, though. These were living areas, though unlike any she’d ever seen before.
Garden areas drifted lazily between them, a sort of communal nature spot elevated from the ground by the marvelous tech. Compared to this society the Raxxians, whom she had formerly thought were impressive space-faring aliens, seemed almost like cavemen.Thiswas what she had always hoped alien culture would look like, and it was incredible. And now she was going to be the first human to set foot in this amazing realm.
The ship descended toward the ground, the lower structures equally elegant, built with flowing lines and exquisite architecture that looked as if it should fall apart from the slightest breeze. But as she had seen, this race possessed incredible marvels of technology, and she very much doubted anything short of a hurricane could so much as scratch their buildings.
Water features and park spaces that made the whole place feel a part of the landscape rather than a man-made intrusion on nature graced the city, which looked like it covered roughly the same area as modest ones back home. A populated area, but nothing like a dense capital city, from what she could tell. One thing did stand out in particular as they came in to land. Nearly all of the people walking the pathways below were male.
The ship set down and the hatch opened. She felt the restraining force on her seat release and rose to follow the menout into the fresh air. As soon as she stepped outside she saw that the ship’s exterior had, indeed, remained opaque. It was a fascinating trick of technology.
A feeling made the hair on her neck stand up, as if she was under intense scrutiny. Turning, she realized why.
Foot traffic had all but screeched to a halt, and every last male was staring at her. Olivia wasn’t one to shy away from occasionally being the center of attention, but this was getting a little uncomfortable. The few women in the crowd smiled at her and gave little nods, as if welcoming her with their understanding gaze. They’d experienced this as well. She was just the flavor of the moment, it seemed. Doing the quick math in her head, she figured the male to female ratio had to be nearly thirty to one. But what could that mean? And how did their society become this way?
A hand pressed firmly on her lower back. It was her teenage guide urging her forward. She was to follow the two men, who were heading into a small but ornately decorated building. Prisoner or guest, she didn’t know. Whatever the situation, she didn’t seem to have much of an option in the matter.
Olivia followed, stepping inside. An old man with even more tattoos than the others in the city stood beside a simple reclining chair. The pair she’d been ogling stood on either side, watching as the teen assistant guided her into the seat.
“Okay, so what exactly is this? I mean?—”
The restraining force locked around her hard, immobilizing her in an instant.
“Hey! What the hell? Let me go!”
The old man chuckled and chattered at her in his strange tongue, the two men silently nodding their agreement with whatever it was he was saying.
“I said let me go!”
He shook his head, then carefully inspected the scabbed area behind her ear.
“Ow! Stop it!”
The old man patted her on the shoulder and said something that, by the tone of it, at least, seemed to be intended to be comforting. Or he could have just informed her she was on tonight’s menu for all she knew. He moved to her other side, a small implement in his hand, though she couldn’t see exactly what it was. The sharp pain as the man quickly worked behind her ear quickly clarified that for her. She’d had enough tattoos in her life to know that sensation.
“Sonofa—”
“Hold still,” the man said, his voice dry and deep, like something from an old cowboy movie.
“Wait, what did you say?”
