Her Alien Guardian (Galactic Discipline)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

T essara

Alpha’s massive hand rested gently on the small of my back as he addressed Sala. “My love, this is Tessara. She was a concubine aboard the Vionian ship we just captured. The poor thing has been through hell.”

Sala’s blue eyes softened with understanding. “Oh, you poor dear,” she murmured, taking a step toward me.

I tensed instinctively, but Alpha’s steadying presence kept me from flinching away. His thumb traced small circles on my skin, soothing away the last of my nervousness.

“I need to return to the bridge,” Alpha continued, his deep voice resonating through me. “The final push against Vion Prime is about to begin.” He turned to Sala, a glimmer of something primal flashing in his silver-violet eyes. “Prepare yourself for me, my heart. You know how I am after a victory.”

A rosy blush bloomed across Sala’s pale cheeks, spreading down her elegant neck to disappear beneath the lovely fabric of her gown. “Yes, my lord,” she breathed, her voice a mixture of anticipation and reverence.

“I’ll summon you to the bridge once the battle is truly over,” Alpha added, his tone leaving no doubt that his words were both a promise and a command.

Sala nodded, her black hair catching the light like spun moonbeams. “We’ll be ready,” she assured him, casting a warm glance in my direction.

Alpha’s massive frame turned toward me once more, his powerful presence filling my senses. “Goodbye for now, Tessara,” he said softly. “You’re safe here with Sala. Try to rest, if you can.”

I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. After everything that had happened, after the kindness he had shown me, I knew I owed him at least this much. “Th-thank you,” I managed to whisper, the words feeling foreign on my tongue after so long.

A smile touched Alpha’s lips, genuine warmth radiating from his alien features. He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before striding toward the door, his departure leaving the room feeling strangely empty despite Sala’s continued presence.

As the door slid shut behind him, I turned to face Sala, uncertainty gnawing at my insides. What would happen now? And why did the thought of seeing Alpha again fill me with such a confusing mixture of fear and anticipation?

The room suddenly felt both vast and confining, leaving me acutely aware of my nakedness and vulnerability. Sala’s presence, though gentle, seemed to fill every corner of the space.

My eyes darted around the chamber, taking in details I had missed before. The carpet beneath my feet was softer than anything I’d felt in years, its intricate patterns swirling like eddies in a cosmic stream. The walls, a deep blue, seemed to pulse with an inner light that reminded me of the bioluminescent seas on my home planet.

A large, circular bed dominated one side of the room, its sheets a rich silver that caught the starlight streaming in from the viewscreen. Nearby, a sleek console hummed quietly, its surface displaying a holographic star chart that slowly rotated, showing the positions of the Magisterian fleet.

My gaze was drawn back to Sala, who watched me with patient curiosity. Her blue eyes held a depth of understanding that made my heart ache. How long had it been since anyone had looked at me with such compassion?

I opened my mouth, trying to form words, but found myself at a loss. What could I possibly say? How could I even begin to process the whirlwind of events that had brought me here, to this impossible moment?

Sala took a step closer, her movements fluid and graceful. “You must have so many questions,” she said softly, her voice melodic and soothing.

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. There were indeed countless questions swirling through my mind, each vying for attention. But one pushed its way to the forefront, burning with an intensity that surprised me.

“What…” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue. “What did Alpha mean? About… about how he is after a victory?”

The words tumbled out in a rush, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. It was such an impertinent thing to ask, so personal and intimate. But the curiosity gnawed at me, refusing to be ignored.

To my surprise, once again a rosy blush bloomed across Sala’s pale cheeks. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and… was that excitement?

“Oh,” she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “That.”

I watched, transfixed, as Sala’s delicate fingers moved to the fabric at her shoulder. With a simple gesture, she unfastened a hidden clasp, and the gown fell away, pooling at her feet in a ripple of starlight.

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld her nude form. Sala’s body was a masterpiece of graceful curves and smooth skin, utterly flawless. Like me, her pubic area was bare, the absence of hair emphasizing the delicate cleft of her cunny so much that it made me feel faint.

Sala’s words hung in the air, each one sending a shockwave through my body. “After a victory, Alpha likes to fuck me in front of the bridge crew,” she said, her voice a mixture of pride and anticipation.

My tummy twisted violently, a whirlpool of conflicting emotions threatening to pull me under. The casual way Sala spoke of such a thing—being taken publicly, used as a trophy of war—should have horrified me. And yet… there was something in her tone, a warmth and excitement that left me reeling.

I stared at her, trying to reconcile the elegant, composed woman before me with the image her words conjured. Sala’s eyes sparkled, her pale skin flushed with a rosy glow that spoke of arousal rather than shame. She seemed… happy. Eager, even.

“But… how?” I stammered, unable to fully articulate the storm of questions raging in my mind. “Isn’t it… don’t you feel…”

Sala’s smile softened, understanding flooding her gaze. “Humiliated? Degraded?” she offered gently. “No, sweet Tessara. I feel cherished. Valued. Alpha’s desire for me, his willingness to claim me so publicly—it’s a testament to his love and our bond. Also… well, yes, a little degraded, but, you know…”

I shook my head, struggling to comprehend the little smile that remained on Sala’s lips. In my experience, public use had always been a punishment, a way to strip away dignity and reinforce our lowly status as concubines. The idea that it could be something desired, something that brought joy… it was almost too much to process.

Sala took a step closer, her nude form radiating a warmth that seemed to reach out and envelop me. “Tell me, Tessara,” she said softly, her voice gentle but probing. “Did you find life hard in the Vionian starfleet?”

The question, so innocuous on the surface, cut straight to my core. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, memories flooding back in a torrent of shame and confusion. “Y-yes,” I whispered, dropping my gaze to the plush carpet beneath our feet. “It was… difficult.”

But even as the word left my lips, I knew it was woefully inadequate. Sala’s knowing look told me she saw right through my feeble attempt at understatement. There was so much more—the pain, the fear, the moments of unexpected pleasure that left me feeling dirty and broken. How could I possibly explain the complexity of emotions that had defined my existence for so long?

Sala reached out, her cool fingers gently tilting my chin up until our eyes met once more. “There’s more to it than that, isn’t there?” she prodded, her tone free of judgment. “It’s okay, Tessara. You’re safe here. You can tell me.”

I swallowed hard, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. The compassion in Sala’s gaze was almost too much to bear.

Sala’s little fingers wrapped gently around my hand, her touch sending an unexpected shiver through my body. With a soft tug, she guided me across the room toward a long couch I hadn’t noticed before. Its deep blue fabric seemed to shimmer in the starlight streaming through the viewscreen, inviting and luxurious.

As we moved, I couldn’t help but marvel at the grace of Sala’s nude form. Her black hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently with each step. The curves of her body were mesmerizing, all soft lines and elegant angles that spoke of both strength and femininity.

Sala settled onto the couch, gently pulling me down beside her. The fabric was impossibly soft against my bare skin, cradling me in a way that made me acutely aware of how long it had been since I’d experienced such comfort. Sala’s thigh brushed against mine, the contact sending a jolt of warmth through me that I tried desperately to ignore.

“Tell me, Tessara,” Sala began, her blue eyes searching my face. “What was it really like for you aboard the Vionian ship? I want to understand.”

I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. How could I possibly explain the complexity of my experiences, ones that left me feeling confused and ashamed?

“It was…” I started, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was terrible. They were so cruel, so demanding. The punishments were harsh, and the use of my body was constant.”

Sala nodded encouragingly, her hand giving mine a little squeeze. “But that’s not all, is it?” she prodded gently. “There’s something more you’re afraid to say.”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, shame washing over me in a suffocating wave. “I… I couldn’t help it,” I whispered, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Sometimes, when they disciplined me, when they used me… I felt… I felt…”

“Aroused?” Sala supplied softly, no judgment in her tone.

I nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice cracking. “It was awful. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop the way my body responded. The pain, the humiliation—sometimes it just… it made me…”

“It made you wet,” Sala finished for me, her voice gentle but matter-of-fact. “It made you crave more, even as part of you hated it.”

I nodded again. “What’s wrong with me?” I whispered, the question that had haunted me for so long finally given voice.

Sala’s hand cupped my cheek, gently turning my face toward her. “Oh, sweet Tessara,” she murmured. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Your body’s responses are natural for a submissive young woman—and so is your discomfort with them.”

Despite myself, I realized I was becoming very aroused. As Sala’s words washed over me, I felt a familiar warmth blooming in my core, a tingling sensation that spread through my body like wildfire. I shifted slightly on the couch, acutely aware of the softness of the fabric against my sensitive skin and the heat radiating from Sala’s nude form beside me.

My gaze drifted over Sala’s body, taking in the gentle curves of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the inviting junction between her thighs. I had never been with a woman before, never even considered it, but there was something undeniably alluring about Sala’s beauty. It wasn’t just her physical form, but the kindness in her blue eyes, the soothing cadence of her voice, the aura of quiet strength that surrounded her.

As if in a trance, I found myself leaning closer, drawn by an invisible force. My heart raced, pounding so loudly I was sure Sala must hear it. I wet my lips nervously, my eyes fixating on Sala’s mouth. What would it be like to kiss her? To feel those soft lips against my own? The thought sent a jolt of excitement down my spine.

Just as I was about to pull away, embarrassed by my own desires, Sala closed the distance between us. Our lips met in a kiss so gentle it was almost reverent. Her mouth was soft and warm, tasting faintly of something sweet and exotic. I gasped at the contact, my body trembling as she cupped my cheek with her hand.

The kiss deepened, Sala’s tongue teasing at the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I parted my lips with a soft moan, allowing her to explore my mouth. It was unlike any kiss I’d ever experienced before—not demanding or forceful, but tender and giving. Her other hand found its way to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies pressed together.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathless. My head spun, my body thrumming with a need I could barely comprehend. Sala’s eyes were dark with desire, her pale cheeks flushed a delicate pink.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, though she didn’t look sorry at all. “I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just… being in battle with Alpha, knowing what’s to come… it makes me so needy.” She bit her lip, a flicker of worry crossing her face. “Alpha will whip me if he learns I seduced you. But I couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful, Tessara, so responsive. I want to show you pleasure without pain, to help you understand the joy of submission.”