Found: BBW Alien Lottery Romance (Warriors of Karal Book 2) (3 page)

“Berni. You are beautiful; we all are in our own way.”

Berni shook her head. “It’s why I entered the lottery. My mom said I would never catch the eye of anyone eligible on Earth. She laughed when I won and told me that at least the alien who was saddled with me wouldn’t be interested in my face … just what was … well, down there.”

Gaia laughed. “She might be right. I had never thought of it that way. Oh well, we really are all the same now, aren’t we? Seven Earth females about to be fed to seven horny aliens.”

“Do you think they really are horny?” Berni asked fearfully.

Gaia placed her hand on Berni’s. “I think they will be kind. And I think you will be happy.”

Berni smiled and her eyes lit up, making Gaia wonder how her own mother could ever have called her plain. But a sadness settled on her heart. At times like this, she missed having a mom, even one as mentally unstable as hers. Fighting back tears, she gathered up the rest of Berni’s belongings and helped shove them in the case and shut it securely.

As Berni stood up, Gaia pressed her hand down onto the hard ground and said a final farewell to the Earth and all of her memories.

“Do they always make so much noise?” Rikka asked as he waited for clearance to leave Earth.

“Yes. When they are together. Tikki often invites her sister and some of the other females over on an afternoon. They make more noise than a herd of
coracora
.” Okil laughed. “But when you go into space there will only be the two of you, so make sure you choose a female who you can talk to.”

“Or one that knows how to sit in silence for long hours. I do not crave, nor do I desire to listen to a female talk to the edge of the universe and back.” Rikka had spent his previous deep space missions with other Karalian warriors; they sometimes went days without speaking more than the minimum of words to each other. And those words would be details about the space cruiser, not discussing how pretty the inside of a wormhole was.

“You will learn to appreciate the chatter,” Okil said, his eyes filled with amusement. “Even our great leader, the Hier Ruler, was not immune.”

“I sometimes wonder how he came to take a female. I always thought him sensible, immune to the distractions the rest of us have to endure.”

“Wait until you have chosen. And then you will take her to your bed, and the world will seem a different place. There is little more I can say. It is something you will experience. And then you will get to know her, and she will begin to understand you and the two of you will form a bond so close, you will wonder where you end and she begins.”

“You are a romantic fool, Okil.” Rikka could never allow himself to think or behave in such a way. He had his pride, after all.

“I’ll lend you some old Earth movies to watch. They are quite enlightening in the ways a woman likes to be spoken to and treated.”

“So that is what you do all day? I wondered how you learned so much about Earth and its inhabitants.” They had clearance and he powered up the engines, the vibrations making the cruiser shake and the cacophony of noise in the hold went to a whole new, ear-splitting level.

“No. I learned it from the first females. Knowledge is a thing learned through experience, not the watching of movies. Or interacting with the sim,” Okil advised.

Rikka slid the controls forward and the cruiser began to lift off the ground. They held steady for a moment and then they were powering away from Earth, the atmosphere slowing their speed for a heartbeat, and then they were flung out into space.

The sounds from the females were muted as they all looked out of the windows, their attention grabbed by the sight of their home planet disappearing below them. Rikka banked the ship and headed towards the moon. There, hidden behind it, were the beacons, which kept the wormhole open. The wormhole that made the long journey to his home planet into nothing more than a pretty light show.

Reds and greens circled the ship, and the sounds in the back changed to “oohs” and “ahhs”. But Rikka ignored them all. His hand hovered over the control stick, waiting for the moment they would exit the wormhole. It was a part of his training, and despite this wormhole being stable for months now, he could not sink into complacency. Any warrior knew that was how deep space warriors ended up dead.

“Relax a little,” Okil said, seeing the strain on his face.

“I will relax when we are back on Karal. It worries me sometimes that this wormhole has been open for so long. It was not stable when we first entered it.” Rikka flexed his hand and adjusted his grip.

“The beacons are more than sufficient to keep it open and the course correct,” Okil said. “Every time we have travelled through, I have noted the readings; they are never off by more than a degree or two.”

“It only takes a small shift and we will be flung across the universe into unchartered space.” Rikka watched for the exit hole, checked the readings, and only removed his hand from the control stick when the sight of the space station, bright in the light of the two suns, met him.

“I thought you were used to traveling through and mapping unchartered space,” Okil said, removing his seatbelt and standing up.

“Not when I am unprepared and the hold is filled with a gaggle of females. We should go more prepared, Okil,” Rikka warned.

Okil placed his hand on the big Karalian’s shoulder. “And you need to relax. The trials will begin as soon as we land. I need you to be calm.”

“I am calm,” Rikka insisted, but to himself, he had to admit, he would never know what it was to be calm and relaxed until all of these females were off his ship. He had no idea which one would be accompanying him into space. All he knew was he would base his judgement on lack of giggling, rather than their effort in the trials.

“We are about to enter the space station, There you will be assigned a decon’ room.”

“What is a decon’ room?” Issy asked.

“It is a room where you will strip and our technology will purge you of any disease or bacteria which may threaten our planet.” He went on, despite the complaints, which revolved around having to strip. “At the same time, the cruiser will be purged. Then we will continue our journey and land on Karal.”

“I don’t like the sound of this,” Issy said as she walked in front of Gaia onto the space station. “I don’t remember stripping being part of the terms of the lottery.”

“Issy, when you entered you practically gave your body to aliens. I wouldn’t worry about stripping now, I would be more worried about how big a Karalian’s cock is, because one things for sure, if it’s proportional to the rest of their body, it’s going to sting,” one of the other women said.

“What does she mean, sting?” Issy whispered to Gaia.

“I think she means when we … you know…” Gaia couldn’t say the words. The thought of being intimate with an alien seemed so absurd, and the walls of the space station seemed to crowd in on her, making her feel sick.

“Are you all right?” A deep voice, that belonging to the second Karalian, Rikka, brought her back to her senses. Her eyes fixed on his face, and she tried to use that as a point of focus, to stop the thoughts of just how far away from home they were pulling at her consciousness.

“Yes. Haven’t got my space legs yet,” she said. “That’s all. I’ll be glad to reach the planet.”

“We are safe here. The station is very stable,” Rikka said calmly.

“Yes. But it’s not the ground, is it?” she said, forcing her panic back down. “We’re hanging in space.”

He titled his head and examined her before saying, as if she were a simpleton. “A planet hangs in space just the same.”

Gaia frowned. “I had never thought about it like that.”

“Do they not teach you about space in school?” he asked.

“Of course. But it’s not until you leave your planet that it all becomes so real. Before I got on the space ship and left Earth, I never actually connected the pictures we see of the Earth from far away, with just how small and insignificant we are.”

The others had all followed Okil along a corridor, while she stood talking to this strange Karalian, who looked at her as if he would like to examine her further. And maybe she wanted that. He was so tall, making her feel tiny and vulnerable, despite her curvy body. He also made her want to question him, to ask him all about the universe.

“You must know a lot about space. Have you travelled much?” she asked, as if they had met in a corner store on Earth and he had arrived from out of town, not outer space.

“Yes. I am a deep space warrior,” he answered, indicating the way to the decon’ rooms. “We should go.”

“Then why are you transporting us?” she asked, hesitating as he stood outside a room, which she guessed was where she was supposed to strip.

“It is Okil’s idea. It allows me to have a longer time to choose who will accompany me into deep space,” he said.

“Into what?” Gaia asked. “I thought we were all going to live on Karal. That was what the lottery was for. To come to your home planet and have babies.”

“And that might be your fate. But there are missions to find your kind a new planet, and one of you will accompany me on one such mission.” He walked forward, his body crowding hers so that she stepped back into the room. “Strip.”

She stood looking at him, not sure what to make of his words. No one from the lottery on Earth had said anything about travelling to anywhere other than Karal. “What if we don’t want to go?”

“Then you should hope you are not chosen.”

“Why weren’t we told?” she asked.

“I do not have that information.” A burst of laughter sounded down the corridor, and his attention shifted from her. “Strip. Put your clothes on the side there. I will come back and set the decon’ once you are ready.”

She didn’t answer, just watched him walk away, sure she must have misunderstood him. And even more sure she wouldn’t be chosen; she could think of nothing worse than being stuck in a spaceship with a stranger 24/7. Yet the thought of finding a new Earth, a place where children could thrive, where fresh food could be grown and the air didn’t kill you slowly with each contaminated breath, that thought wormed its way into her brain as she began to quickly remove her clothes. Embarrassed at her own nakedness, she slid onto the chair and closed her eyes.

“Ready?” he asked, reappearing at the door so suddenly he made her jump, her eyes flying open.

“Yes,” she squeaked pressing her legs together and covering her breasts with her arms. Stripping hadn’t been a problem, but seeing this alien made her body feel alive. A heat inflamed her skin, and it was only his evident coolness towards her that stopped her flesh from turning pink as her arousal grew.

“Then I will set the decon’.” He pressed some buttons and turned a dial, then turned to leave. She thought he was unmoved by her, yet as he turned, she caught the first glimpse of colours as they skimmed across his skin. She had heard that was how they showed their moods and their emotions. And now she had seen it, seen him feeling something about her.

Yet when more laughter and loud hoots, as if they had a banshee on board reached them, the colours darkened and she began to question whether the colours had been for her, or if they were his reaction to the other females.

Closing her eyes, she tried to relax and not think what the decon’ was doing to her body. Instead, she became fixated on what Rikka could do to her body with those broad hands and his full lips. A heat grew in her core and fanned out to make her writhe with desire. Gaia caught herself squeezing her thighs together, trying to satisfy the ache in her very core.

Opening her eyes, she stared guiltily around, hoping no one could see her behaviour, but the room was empty. Lifting her head, she checked no one was in the corridor, looking through the clear doorway at the horny Earthling with her naughty thoughts, but the corridor was clear. Lying back down, she put it down to the decon’ and persuaded herself there must be something in the gas which made her feel like a bitch in heat.

Yet deep down she knew it was the thought of being with Rikka on a new planet and being his Eve. Yes, she could see it now, making love endlessly until she had a child, the first of many to populate a new world. Wasn’t that what her mom had often told her, that she was named after the Earth, destined to help with the rebirth of a new world?

Gaia shook her head. But her mom had been wrong about so much; there was no way she could blindly think she was destined to find the new planet. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that the best thing for her own mental state, was to forget about going into space again and stay with her feet firmly on Karal.

Beeping broke through her thoughts. An alarm was going off. Gaia lifted her head, assuming the decon’ was over. She also took it as a sign. Her mom’s words held no truth. Gaia knew that, knew how the people of the village thought her mom was eccentric to still believe in an old Earth-based religion when the Earth was dead.

Reality stared at her from the stark white instrument, the silver walls, and the lack of life on the space station.

The whole reason Gaia had entered the lottery was to live on Karal. Going into space for months was not what she wanted. Growing crops and sitting by a river that didn’t flow with putrid water was what she dreamed of.

Yet when Rikka appeared and let her out of the room, she still couldn’t quite convince herself that she wasn’t experiencing love at first sight.

Another of her mom’s beliefs. Another reason why her mom had been left alone with a child to support.
No
.
Think with your head
.

Gaia had long ago turned away from her mom’s beliefs. Yes, she held on to the love of life, the love of things that grew. But not the other stuff, the stuff filled with magic and make-believe, that didn’t have a place on Earth, nor did it have a place on Karal.

There was a strong possibility that if she mentioned tree spirits, which her mom had claimed to have spoken to once, she would be shipped back to Earth as not suitable material for the mother of a Karalian child.