Her Alien Guardian (Galactic Discipline)

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

G amma

I awoke to the soft chime of my handheld, alerting me that the Prince Hend had entered high orbit around Prosperia. Blinking away the last vestiges of sleep, I reached for the device and scanned its surface.

As I read the message from Alpha, inviting me to see through his eyes, I felt a surge of anticipation. It had been some time since I had last connected with my brother in this way, and I was eager to see what was transpiring on the Prince Hend .

Closing my eyes, I allowed my consciousness to drift, reaching out across the vast distances of space to connect with Alpha’s mind. Slowly, his surroundings came into focus, as if I were opening my own eyes to a new scene.

I took in the opulence of Alpha’s quarters, the room bathed in soft, ambient light that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. My gaze, through Alpha’s eyes, went to the massive bed that dominated the space. There, nestled among silken sheets, I saw two women—one familiar, one new.

Sala, Alpha’s wife, sat up in the bed, the sheets pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts bare. Her long black hair looked tousled from sleep, and her blue eyes shone with warmth as she looked at the woman beside her.

She, the other woman, captured my attention and held it. Small and delicate, with long, dark hair that tumbled over her shoulders in wild waves. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent in the soft light of the cabin. But her eyes struck me even harder—large and green, seeming to hold their own cosmos of emotions within their depths.

I watched through Alpha’s eyes, as the young woman—Tessara, I realized from Alpha’s thoughts—asked about me. “Your brother?” she whispered, her voice soft and tinged with curiosity.

And then, she blushed.

The sight of that rosy flush spreading across her cheeks hit me like a physical blow. I felt a jolt of… something… course through me. As a breakout entity from the omniscient Collective, I wasn’t inclined to pronounce anything the most remarkable thing ever to happen to me. I worried, too, that I was fooling myself, that it didn’t have anything to do with Tessara. But I also had the clarity of memory necessary to feel certain I had never experienced this sensation before—not in all my years of exploring the galaxy and indulging in its pleasures.

The pink tinge that colored Tessara’s cheeks seemed to awaken something primal within me. It spoke of innocence, of vulnerability, but also of a deep, untapped passion. I found myself captivated by the play of emotions across her face—curiosity, shyness, and perhaps a hint of excitement.

Through Alpha’s eyes, I saw every detail of her reaction. The way her teeth worried at her lower lip, the slight widening of her eyes, the almost imperceptible quickening of her breath. Each tiny movement, each subtle change in her expression, seemed to resonate within me, stirring feelings I had thought long dormant.

I think… For the first time in a very long time, I didn’t have instant access to my human brain’s workings. It took a moment; 3.67 standard seconds, to be exact, for the thought to arrive.

I think I need to help her figure out what she wants. I think I need to take care of her—for a while, anyway.

Tessara

I watched Alpha and Sala share a look full of something I couldn’t make out. I studied their faces, sensing an unspoken conversation passing between them. Their shared glance lasted only a moment, but it felt charged with meaning. A knot of anxiety formed in my stomach as I realized they were keeping something from me.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?”

Sala’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she turned to me. She bit her lip, seeming to wrestle with herself for a moment before speaking. “Well, Tessara… the truth is, Gamma hasn’t just come to Prosperia on business. He’s come here to meet you.”

My breath caught in my throat as I processed her words. Gamma, Alpha’s brother, had come all this way… for me? A whirlwind of emotions swept through me—embarrassment at being the center of such attention, excitement at the prospect of meeting this mysterious man, and a startling jolt of arousal that made my cheeks burn.

“Me?” I squeaked, my voice sounding small and breathless even to my own ears. “But why? I’m nobody special.”

Alpha’s deep chuckle rumbled through the room. “On the contrary, little one. You are quite special indeed.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my nipples tighten in response. I clasped my hands in my lap, trying to hide my body’s reaction.

“Is he…” I began, then paused, unsure how to phrase my question. Taking a deep breath, I tried again, my voice dropping to a hushed whisper. “Is Gamma like you, Alpha?”

Sala’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she answered. “Oh, yes, Tessara. Gamma is almost exactly like Alpha in every way.” She emphasized the word ‘every’ in a way that left little doubt as to her meaning.

My eyes widened as I remembered the sheer size of Alpha’s manhood, how it had stretched Sala so impossibly. The thought of another man, equally well-endowed, coming here specifically to meet me… it felt overwhelming. I felt a rush of heat between my thighs, my body responding traitorously to the idea.

“When… when will we meet him?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tremor of anticipation running through me.

“Soon,” Alpha replied, his silver-violet eyes seeming to pierce right through me. “Very soon.”

Sala rose from the bed, the silken sheets sliding off her nude form like water. She moved with a fluid grace that spoke of confidence and poise, padding across the carpet to what looked like a blank wall.

“Come, Tessara,” she called, beckoning me with a warm smile. “Let me show you what we’ll be wearing on the surface.”

My curiosity piqued, I slipped out of the warm cocoon of blankets and followed Sala. At her touch the softly glowing metal slid aside, revealing a closet with a dazzling array of colors and fabrics within.

“Oh, my,” I breathed, my eyes widening at the sight.

Sala chuckled softly at my reaction. “Beautiful, aren’t they? These are traditional Magisterian gowns, specially designed for our visit to Prosperia.”

She reached in and pulled out two dresses, holding them up for my inspection. The garments were unlike anything I had ever seen before. They were long, flowing affairs that would cover the body from neck to ankle, made of a shimmering fabric that seemed to change color as it caught the light. The bodices were intricately embroidered with delicate patterns of stars and swirling galaxies, while the full skirts fell in graceful pleats.

“They’re gorgeous,” I whispered, reaching out to touch the fabric. It felt cool and smooth beneath my fingers, like liquid silk. “But I thought… I mean, on the ship…”

Sala nodded, understanding my unspoken question. “Yes, aboard Magisterian vessels, we wives and concubines typically remain nude. On Magisteria these dresses are for special public occasions when women are permitted clothing. But Prosperia has a different culture, one that values modesty in public spaces.”

She held up one of the dresses, a deep sapphire blue that reminded me of the depths of space. “The Prosperians have adapted many aspects of old Earth’s Victorian era, including their fashion sensibilities. They believe in concealing the body fully, but in a way that still entices the imagination.”

I ran my hand along the length of the dress, marveling at its construction. Despite the full coverage it provided, I could see how the fabric would cling to certain curves, hinting at the form beneath without revealing too much.

“It’s a fascinating balance,” Sala continued, her voice taking on a tone of admiration. “The dresses are designed to be both modest and alluring. They cover everything, yet the way they drape and flow can be incredibly sensual.”

She held the blue dress up against me, her eyes appraising. “This one will look stunning with your coloring, Tessara. The way it hugs the waist before flaring out at the hips… it will accentuate your figure beautifully.”

Sala helped me into the sapphire blue gown, her gentle hands guiding the fabric over my curves. The dress felt soft, but also tight against my skin, and I suddenly realized that I had not felt the touch of fabric in that way since the Vionians had stripped me when they had conquered my planet and sent all its young women into sexual servitude.

My heart beat faster as Sala touched the neck of the gown. I saw in the mirror that had appeared on the wall how the tiny pearl buttons that ran up the back of the bodice fastened themselves of their own accord. I marveled at how the fabric seemed to mold itself to my body, accentuating my figure while still maintaining an air of modesty.

“There,” Sala said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “You look absolutely breathtaking, Tessara. Prosperian clothes, like Magisterian ones, respond to the touch of the user—the authorized user.”

I caught something strange in Sala’s tone and I turned from the mirror to look at her quizzically. Her cheeks had gone slightly pink, and she looked over at Alpha, who was watching us with a smile on his face.

“The authorized user,” he said in his low, rumbling voice, “is often not the woman wearing the gown but rather her husband or guardian.”

My eyes went wide, and I looked back at Sala.

“And,” she said, with a very ambiguous smile, “Prosperian women wear complicated underclothes, too—unlike us Magisterians. Those work the same way.”

I frowned in confusion. “Complicated?” I asked. Dress on my home planet had been of the simplest variety. I knew that some cultures wore light clothing underneath their outer garments, called underwear, but I didn’t understand how it could be complicated .

Sala laughed lightly and companionably—not at me, but with me. “I imagine you’ll be introduced to Prosperian lingerie in the not too distant future,” she said. “And I don’t want to spoil the experience.”

Lingerie. The word seemed somehow exotic, and—because whatever these garments were, they would obviously have close contact with a woman’s intimate places—very naughty. I swallowed hard, feeling heat creep into my cheeks once more.

Wanting to hide my confusion, I turned to face the mirror. My breath caught in my throat. The woman staring back at me was a stranger—gone was the downtrodden concubine, replaced by an elegant lady. The deep blue of the dress made my pale skin glow and brought out the green of my eyes. The bodice hugged my curves before flaring out into a full skirt that whispered against the floor as I moved.

Sala slipped into her own gown, a rich emerald green that complemented her black hair and bright blue eyes. As she fastened her own buttons, then put the finishing touches on her hair, smoothing it into a sleek style that framed her face beautifully, a chime sounded from the intercom.

“Ladies,” Alpha’s deep voice said, calling us out of our mutual admiration, “our shuttle is ready for departure. Shall we proceed to the hangar bay?”

Sala gave me one last appraising look, tucking a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “Perfect,” she said softly. “Are you ready, Tessara?”

I took a deep breath, smoothing my hands over the silk of my skirt. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

The journey from the Prince Hend to the surface of Prosperia passed in a blur of new experiences. The shuttle ride was smooth, nothing like the jarring transports I had endured on Vionian ships. As we docked with the orbital station, I pressed my face to the viewport, marveling at the gleaming structure that seemed to float effortlessly in space.

The space elevator was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I remembered the crew of the Conqueror of Bresla sneering about the Magisterians and their fancy elevators, maintaining that real warriors braved the atmosphere in their shuttles. I knew now what I had suspected then—my Vionian masters had felt nothing truly but envy for their enemies’ technological achievements. I could hardly believe how beautiful the blue planet looked beneath our feet as we descended, or how inconceivably quickly we traveled to the surface. The ground seemed to rush to meet us so quickly that I had a moment of panic that we could never stop in time.

Sala noticed, of course, and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweet one,” she told me, just before the elevator began to slow its descent. “You’re safe, and I promise you’ll grow used to your new life before you know it.”