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Copyright CHARLENE TEGLIA, 2007.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave, Inc.

“You’ve kidnapped me, planted alien devices in my body, made me a slave, and now you’re going to kill me by dragging me through a black hole!” she howled. Her dignity was already shot, since she’d also been dragged away in her nightshirt and socks and nothing else, so she had nothing to lose by kicking and screaming like a toddler having a tantrum. “I want to go home! Right now!”

“Hush.”

The word was more than a command. He did something to her with it, like flipping a switch inside her mind. It didn’t hurt, like the control device. It flooded her with peace, relaxation, comfort.

All was well. She was safe. She was protected. This was where she belonged, where she had always wanted to be.

“What are you doing to me?” Micki managed to ask.

She wasn’t frightened by the fact that he’d overridden her body and her emotions, and she should have been. But all she could feel was peace and a deep sense that for the first time in her life everything was right.

“I give you calm. For both our sakes.” He smiled down into her eyes and the smile suddenly made him seem warmer, younger, more approachable. “It is well, little slave. You will see that there is nothing to fear soon. On your world the term for this fear is white-knuckle flyer, yes?”

“It isn’t just the idea of the black hole that scares me. But you’re right, that’s what put me over the top.”

Micki cuddled into his chest, glad that he was holding her so close. She needed to be close to him, to feel his warmth, to have his scent wrapped around her like a fuzzy blanket with a spicy sachet. The leathery vest he wore felt nice, too. She had the vague thought that it would be nice to wear, a sensual all-over body caress.

“It is. I will dress you as you desire and you will see for yourself.” The god plucked her thoughts from her head without effort, or maybe he’d planted them in the first place.

“It is your own thought. I have not taken over your mind, only shut off a switch. You have a term for it. Fight or flight.”

Oh. That made sense. He’d turned off her reflexive burst of adrenaline and given her mental Valium instead.

The thought crossed her mind that he might be able to do other things with that sort of mental connection. Like trigger the pleasure center of her brain.

No sooner had she thought it than she convulsed in orgasm. Her vaginal walls spasmed violently, liquid coated her sex and shockwaves flared out to her extremities as if from the epicenter of an earthquake.

The relaxation that followed spread even more peace through her body.

“Better, yes?”

“Yes.” Micki agreed wholeheartedly. “Can you do that any time you feel like it?”

“Only to one who is sensitive.”

“Can I do that to you?”

“When you have formed the bond to me, yes.”

“Whoa. Alien sex is cool,” Micki sighed. She melted into him, feeling boneless and limp and incredibly satisfied. “On earth there are all sorts of books about how to do that to a woman, not that most men bother to read them. And you just think ‘orgasm’ for me to have one.”

“This is not sex.” He seemed to find her amusing, but she was too relaxed to care. “It is a side-effect. A benefit.” He brushed his lips against hers, and a strange buzz spread from the point of contact. Or maybe it was more of a humming feeling, like a vibration.