"Good gods, you guys seriously must be part goat or something to make it up and down those flipping mountains!" I groaned at him.His answer, of course, was just a hiss and a wave as he began walking towards the village. I trudged behind him, running my hands through the grass on either side of the path. It was soft as fur and tickled my fingers as I walked. I reached down and plucked a piece of it shocked at the sweet smell that drifted up from it.As I gazed around, I realized something odd, or odd for my sense of normal. This field was obviously the main road in and out of town. So why wasn't there a pathway for travelers? I purposely stepped hard on some of the grass blades to see what would happen. The minute my foot moved; the grass bounced back up as if nothing had happened. This place was amazing, I thought as I played with the blade. I didn't know if my shock was wearing off, or maybe I had buried it deep within my mind. Either way, with my head clearer, I finally had the cha
I looked out through the metal bars that covered the window in the small cell I had been thrown into. I wouldn't have expected this cell to have a view, but beyond the bars that guarded the window sprawled the valley up to the hilltop. I pushed the surprising light, metal bed over to the window to look out it and watched the grass blow in the wind. It shimmered lighter shades of green and blue like a rolling kaleidoscope.Even with the amazing view, watching it for hours had become tedious. I crawled down, sitting on the stained grey mattress that felt harder than rocks underneath my backside, and stared at the wooden door that was barring me from leaving. I picked at my filthy clothes and wished that I had brought a clean set with me. I had intended to bring my backpack with me. Yet, it had seemed frivolous when I wasn't sure exactly what I would find. The one thing I wish I had grabbed the most was my hair tie. My long curly red hair was sticking to me and driving me crazy. I grabbe
I put my hand to my chest. "Mara. My name is Mara." He put his hand to his chest. "Treddian." "Treddian," I repeated, pointing at him. "Saah, saah," he explained happily. "Saah… means yes," I said just as happily.It wasn't the greatest conversation in the world, yet it was a start and a promising beginning. There was a hiss outside the door, and Treddian looked over and responded. I listened in fascination but couldn't pick up the differences in each word. It sounded like nothing but a string of hisses. Almost as if a rattlesnake were warning me to stay away. "Ssshrat sa rinissshh, Mara," Treddian said to me, waving towards the plate. "Eat your meat, Mara," I translated quietly to myself. He nodded as if he understood me. "Disoshhl'ach, Treddian," I returned to him. He smiled and nodded before leaving me alone again. As soon as the door closed, I set the plate down and stood back on the mattress to look out the window. The moon had risen, a planet that kind of looked like Ju
I laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling, counting the blocks for the thirtieth time. Oddly enough, the number hadn't changed from the 75 that I had counted a half an hour ago. I was going crazy; I knew I was. I was the picture-perfect definition of insanity. I couldn't take this anymore. Jumping up, I raced to the door and began pounding on it. "Erik! Bring me, Erik! Please!! Erik!" I screamed. The guard on the other side of the door hissed something back at me, slamming his arm on the door. I knew it was more than likely he was telling me to shut up, but I didn't care. I was not going to spend one more hour in this tiny room staring out this window, wondering what my fate was."Look ya giant, gold, greenish… people… I want to speak to my brother! Doesn't the prisoner get some sort of rights! This is inhumane! Even on earth, they got let out once a day!" I shouted. "You're not on earth," replied a voice just beyond my view. "Erik," I gasped out happily. "Look, I know you don't
I wondered briefly if they were colored on, tattooed or natural. I stored that question back for later as the king stepped even closer, invading my space, and moving all thoughts aside save for him. He had an aura of strength, dominance, power, and danger like a snake ready to strike at the first sign of a threat. Just standing under his gaze made my body warm and flush. His nostrils flared as if he was sniffing the air around him. His yellow eyes heated until they changed to a molten gold as his greenish golden skin flushed slightly. His thin, masculine lips turned up into a dark predatorial grin as his eyes looked me up and down. "So, this is the intruder you were concerned with?" King Tohrah hissed out in English, much to my surprise. "Yes, my King," Erik answered, still kneeling. "A pretty little intruder," the King commented, reaching out and touched my face softly.I was shocked at how my body rose to his touch, eager for more. I tried to jerk away, confused by the eager reac
I spent the rest of the night in an uncomfortable silence with my eyes pinned to the ground, unwilling to look up through all the frolicking or random moans and sounds that echoed throughout the room. Occasionally, King Tohrah would reach out and touch my hand as if to make sure I wasn't going to be running away. However, when I didn't look up, he would let go and continue speaking to someone. Of course, they all still sounded like hisses and little growls for the most part. Occasionally, I could make out the word "sssahhh" every once and a while.A few times, I heard Erik say something in English. But I wasn't even going to try and look up to see what was going on. I was too afraid of seeing some of those naked people, and the bawdy acts that they were performing on each other.It wasn't long before hunger, exhaustion, and stress had my eyes drifting shut and my body melting into the chair. I had almost fallen when a strong hand grabbed my shoulder to hold me in the chair."It's time
I rose to consciousness the next morning very reluctantly, snuggling deeply into the nice soft bed that hugged me just as tightly. Even my dreams had been warm. No, scratch that, they had been hot, sweaty, sinfully erotic. A man with golden eyes had been ravishing me with such sweet reverence, I had never felt so desired nor so aroused. His sweet mouth had nibbled and licked his way all over my body, making sure not to miss a single spot that made me shiver, moan, or whimper. I was begging, panting, and reaching wantonly for him by the time he rose above me to finally claim what was his. The dream was so hot, so sexy, and left me feeling so achy that I was angry having to wake up without the amazing end that I knew would come if I had continued it. Quietly groaning in protest, I rolled over and finally forced my eyes open only to blink in confusion up at the unfamiliar ceiling. Or rather, what should have been my ceiling. Yet, try as I might, I couldn't find a hint of my flaking, sl
As he swept out the door with all the airs of the King that he was, I sat on the bed feel slightly bereft that he hadn't fought harder to get me to stay. "Don't be stupid, Mar," I chided myself out loud and pushed off the bed to stalk towards the door. I swung it open with a vengeance startling the remaining guard into gripping his sword. He relaxed slightly and hissed something to me that could have been his drink order for all the sense it made to me. I just shook my head, hoping it would answer the question or explain to him that I didn't understand what he was saying. Either way, he bowed politely and relaxed back to his post. I stepped further out into the hallway watching as people bustled about in a flurry of activity. Yet, every time they met my eyes, they always bowed and hissed in what I'm going to assume was a respectful greeting.Blushing furiously, I moved back into the room, feeling as if I was in the middle of doing a walk of shame. It reminded me of the morning-after