Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Viola Grace
Word Count :18169
Publication Date :2016-06-01
Series : Terran Times Second Wave#35
Heat Level :
- Product Code: 978-1-4874-0792-6
Going from prison guard to an alien queen was never in her career goals, but Amylia can adapt.
Amylia has a skill that can really deaden a party. Apparently her ability to keep folks calm is the sign of a Null. She has a talent for defusing situations and that is exactly what is needed at Janial prison. Life as a prison guard wasn’t in her outlook for her future, but after a bit of training she settles in rather well.
When one of her favourite prisoners is set for a court appearance, Amylia pulls strings to be at her side and it seems things are going well until Kreatha’s family arrives to break her out of court.
Taken along with Kreatha, Amylia’s fortunes change from tortured to elevated into the position as queen of a province, with a consort in tow.
Gyrion has been Kreatha’s brother-in-law for years, but he never imagined her bringing a queen to his quiet province. He is honoured to serve in every way she requests.
Kreatha smiled and started to fill her plate. “He is going to tell Gyrion that he is engaged to an alien. I am sure he will be honoured when Artruo explains you. My husband is one of your admirers.”
“Where is he going?” It was becoming normal to have a meal with two faces covered in tiger stripes on either side of her.
Artruo drank his cup of tea, inclined his head and departed.
Kreatha was about to take a sip of tea, and she paused. “That is an excellent idea. It is a neighbouring province, and he is an exceptionally handsome male. It would be a good match. Contact him, and let him know you have sacrificed him on our family honour.”
Artruo cleared his throat. “I have offered Gyrion to Amylia if she will have him.”
She offered Kreatha the first selection on the tray, and when she declined, Amylia dove in.
“Sure. I didn’t have anything else to concentrate on. I gave in to the machine, and I made it do all the work.”
Kreatha stared at her. “You had a strategy for your climaxes?”
She shrugged. “I knew it wasn’t going to end until I died, so I tried to put that off as long as possible by letting the machine run in full cycles. The longer I could draw out my orgasm, the longer it would leave me alone.”
Artruo glanced at her. “And yet you lasted for days.”
Amylia sat next to her friend and poured tea for all three of them. “He doesn’t have the constitution for it.”
They joined Kreatha for lunch. She looked at them, checked the chronometer and shook her head. “He didn’t even last an hour.”
Her voice was strangled. “Not necessary.”
“Do. I am sure that I can find a few ladies who can vouch for his skills as a lover.”
Her cheeks pinked. “Uh, I will take that under advisement.”
Artruo smiled. “Excellent. If you do decide to take a throne, my brother, Gyrion, is an excellent choice as consort.”
“I will consider it.”
The Preskiat had settled on Rohul after centuries of war on their own world. With their original home in ruins, they set out to start again, and this new world had everything they needed. The one problem was that their birthrate had dropped tremendously. Fighting wars for available breeding partners had caused more problems than it solved, so th