Her Alien Guardian (Galactic Discipline)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

T essara

As if in a daze, I followed the others to an ornate elevator tucked away in an alcove. The doors slid open silently, revealing an interior that took my breath away. The walls seemed to be made of living crystal, suffused with that inner light I had already come to associate with Magisteria, shifting through a rainbow of colors. As we stepped inside, I gasped softly as the floor beneath my feet became transparent, giving the illusion that we were standing on air.

The elevator began to rise, and I found myself pressed close to Gamma in the intimate space. His powerful form radiated heat, and I could smell his uniquely alien scent—a strange hint of ozone and something spicy and exotic, in addition to the more familiar aroma of human masculinity. My mind began to race, wondering what would happen when we reached our destination. Would Gamma take me to his private quarters? Would he claim me there, as Alpha had claimed Sala on the bridge of the Prince Hend ?

The thought sent a jolt of electricity through my body, a mixture of fear and shameful excitement. I tried to focus on anything else—the fascinating play of light on the crystal walls, the soft hum of the elevator’s mechanisms—but my traitorous mind kept conjuring images of Gamma’s massive blue form looming over me, his hands exploring my body, his alien cock stretching me in ways I’d never experienced before.

To my mortification, I felt a trickle of wetness on my inner thigh. My cunny was responding to these forbidden thoughts, growing slick with arousal. I pressed my thighs together, praying that the others wouldn’t notice, but the movement only served to heighten my awareness of my body’s betrayal.

Meanwhile, Alpha, Gamma, and Sala chatted amicably, seemingly oblivious to my inner turmoil. Their conversation drifted over me, fragments about Magisterian politics and the ongoing reconstruction efforts on former Vionian worlds. I tried to focus on their words, to anchor myself in the present moment, but my mind kept slipping back to thoughts of what awaited me in Gamma’s quarters.

As the elevator continued its ascent, I became acutely aware of every sensation—the cool air on my naked skin, the slight sway of the elevator, the heat radiating from Gamma’s body beside me. Each moment seemed to stretch into eternity, filled with a tension that threatened to consume me.

I cast a furtive glance at Gamma, taking in his strong profile. My eyes traced the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his full lips, the elegant arch of his brow. But my traitorous mind couldn’t help but wander, imagining what other parts of his anatomy might look like.

Without warning, a vivid image flashed into my mind—Gamma’s massive blue cock, thick and long. Alien despite the fundamental humanity of his body. In my imagination his penis was adorned with ridges and textures unlike anything I’d encountered before. It pulsed with an inner bioluminescence, glowing with the same ethereal light that seemed somehow to shine beneath his skin.

I thought of how it would feel in my hands—hot and hard, yet with a velvety softness to the skin. How heavy it would be, a substantial weight that spoke of raw masculine power. My mouth watered involuntarily as I pictured bringing my lips to the flared head, tasting the alien flavor of him.

Unbidden, my imagination conjured the scene in vivid detail—Gamma’s large hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took him into my mouth. The stretch of my lips around his girth, the weight of him on my tongue. I could almost feel the way he would fill my mouth completely, nudging at the back of my throat.

The fantasy deepened, growing more intense. I had always hated being made to take my masters’ penises that degrading way, but now I saw myself relaxing my throat, taking my new lord deeper than I had ever taken a man’s erection before. Somehow the idea of choking on Gamma’s cock didn’t frighten me as it had when Lieutenant Jorg had fucked my face, training me to serve him on my knees. Instead, the idea of doing the same thing for Gamma sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core.

I imagined looking up at him with watering eyes as he used my mouth for his pleasure. The thought of seeing the bliss on his face, knowing I was the cause of it, made my cunny spasm with need. I pictured him throwing his head back, muscles rippling beneath blue skin as he approached his peak.

The fantasy was so visceral, so all-consuming, that a soft whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it. Mortified, I felt heat rush to my face as Gamma turned to me, concern etched on his features. His piercing gaze took in my crimson cheeks, my slightly parted lips, the rapid rise and fall of my chest.

“Are you alright, Tessara?” Gamma asked, his deep voice laced with concern. His deep blue eyes studied my face intently, as if trying to read the thoughts swirling chaotically through my mind.

I couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, my cheeks burning with shame at having been caught in such a compromising moment of fantasy. My eyes fixed firmly on the transparent floor of the elevator, watching the levels of the embassy blur past beneath our feet. The crystalline surface pulsed with the familiar Magisterian inner light, creating mesmerizing patterns that shifted and flowed like little waterfalls.

“I… I’m fine, sir,” I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt thick and clumsy on my tongue, weighed down by the embarrassment that threatened to consume me.

Sala’s knowing chuckle cut through the tension, drawing my attention despite my determination to keep my eyes lowered. From the corner of my vision, I caught a glimpse of her satisfied smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I think I understand,” she said, her voice warm and tinged with amusement. From the corner of my eye I saw that she had moved closer, and then I felt the gentle pressure of her hand on my bare shoulder. The touch comforted me, grounded me in the moment. It helped quell some of the panic rising in my chest.

“I’m sure Tessara is fine,” Sala continued, her tone taking on a lilting, almost teasing quality. “Or at least, she will be fine once she has… gotten to know Gamma better.”

The emphasis she placed on ‘gotten to know’ left little doubt as to her meaning. The implication hung in the air, as palpable as the charge before a lightning strike. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what Sala was suggesting—that what I truly needed, what would settle the turmoil within me, was to be thoroughly and completely fucked by Gamma.

The idea sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through my body, pooling low in my belly and between my thighs. I shifted my weight, acutely aware of the slickness gathering there, evidence of my body’s eager response to the thought of being claimed by this powerful, alien-yet-human being.

The elevator continued its ascent, the silence now charged with an electric tension. I could feel Gamma’s gaze upon me, heavy and intense. It was as if his eyes physically caressed my skin, tracing the curves and planes of my naked form. The weight of his attention made me tremble with the mixture of anticipation and nervous energy coursing through my veins.

With a soft chime, the elevator slowed its ascent. The pulsing lights in the walls seemed to intensify, bathing us in their glow. As the doors slid open silently, I stepped out onto the residential floor of the embassy, my bare feet sinking into deep carpet that felt like walking on a cloud.

The walls of the hallway were adorned with what appeared to be living murals—scenes of distant star systems and nebulae that shifted and changed as we passed. Soft, ambient music filled the air, a haunting melody that seemed to embody the fascination I felt about Magisteria, Prosperia, and the whole new universe Alpha and Sala had opened before me.

We moved swiftly down the corridor, our steps muffled by the luxurious carpet. I couldn’t help but marvel at the way the murals responded to our presence, stars twinkling and galaxies swirling as we moved. Even the air seemed to welcome me, lightly perfumed with an exotic scent that I couldn’t place, alien but also oddly comforting.

Gamma stopped us at a set of ornate double doors. The deep blue wood was inlaid with intricate patterns of silver and gold, forming constellations I didn’t recognize. As we approached, the doors seemed to come alive, the metallic inlays glowing softly.

Sala turned to me then, drawing me into a tight embrace. Her warm, nude body pressed against mine, offering comfort and reassurance. Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered, “I know how anxious you are, sweet one. But it will be just fine. Gamma will take good care of you.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of nervous anticipation and excitement coursing through me. As Sala released me from her embrace, I saw Alpha and Gamma exchange a meaningful look. Then, with a nod from Alpha, Gamma placed his large blue hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the glowing doors.

As Alpha and Sala moved away toward their own suite, the doors before us slid open silently. Gamma ushered me inside, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I took in the opulence of his private quarters.

The suite was vast, easily larger than any living space I had ever seen. The far wall was entirely transparent, offering a breathtaking view of Prosperia City spread out below us, its gleaming spires reaching toward the sky. The room itself seemed to blend luxury and technology. Richly upholstered furnishings in vibrant colors invited relaxation, while holographic displays flickered to life as we entered, filling the air with softly glowing data streams.

As the doors closed behind us, sealing us into this private sanctuary, I felt a jolt of nervous energy course through me. Part of me half expected Gamma to take me right then and there—to throw me over the back of the nearby couch and claim me brutally with his massive blue cock, or order me to kneel and open my mouth to receive him.

The thought of Gamma commanding my body utterly made me whimper again with need. I kept my eyes on the carpet, unable to look my new master in the eye, my cheeks burning. I focused on the fibers beneath my feet; I tried to concentrate on their having the same iridescent quality all Magisterian arts seemed to share, as if their materials were nothing but star stuff.

To my surprise, Gamma spoke to me gently. His deep voice rumbled through the air, rich and melodious like the purr of some great cosmic feline. “Come, Tessara. Let me show you to your room.”

My head snapped up at his words, my eyes wide with confusion. My own room? The concept seemed so foreign after my time as a Vionian concubine, where privacy had been an unimaginable luxury. My heart beating fast with conflicting emotions, I followed Gamma through the suite.

A door slid open silently, revealing a space that took my breath away. Bathed in the soft, ethereal light I had begun to become used to, I saw a large, circular bed dominating the center of the room, its cream-colored sheets beckoning me.

Through the transparent wall on the other side of the bed I had the same panoramic view of Prosperia City I had seen in the living room.

I told myself I should feel relief, and gratitude. A strange disappointment filled my chest nevertheless, and I blurted out, “So… sir, not… not with…”

My voice trailed off, unable to articulate the conflicting emotions throbbing within me. The heat of my blush spread down my neck and across my chest, my pale skin flushing a delicate pink.

Gamma smiled, the expression softening his features. His blue skin seemed to glow slightly from within, pulsing gently with an inner light that captivated my gaze. “Perhaps later,” my master said, his tone gentle but tinged with a hint of promise. “After your medical exam.”