Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

What do you mean 16 light years from earth?


Everything stung. Everything. If she could have screamed, or cried she would have done so, but nothing seemed to be working. Cataloguing everything that hurt seemed a pointless exercise, not that she could anyway, because most everywhere hurt. Some places worse then others, like she had been burned alive. She almost convolsed off the table with it, but strong hands held her down. Something sharp was stabbed in her neck. But the relief was almost instantaneous, as a wave of warm numbness spread through her.

She was struggling to breathe, gasping. Panicked she opened her eyes, only to be dazzled by a bright light. There were tall blurry figures moving on the peripheries of her vision. People speaking urgently, but she couldn’t understand the words. What was going on, where was she? She whimpered in distress.

“O’ Coiv. Aspense firya.” A warm hand stroked her forehead. “Leire myhidir.” She turned her head slightly, looking towards the deep soothing voice. The hansom man smiled, pale eyes warming. He was familiar. She tried to focus on him, struggling to place him. Did he have pointy ears?

She tried to reach out her hand to touch him. He clasped it, placing it back on the bed, holding it there, squeezing it reassuringly. “Embave Mary. Tyar equen ten yalum. Tye varna min.”

Mary didn’t know what he said, but she relaxed. A hand traced her cheek, and down her throat to linger on her collar bone, stroking there gently. The man lent down and murmured in her ear. A soothing rumble. “Emabve.” He repeated. {Rest now, Mary.}

She sank back down in to darkness, unable to keep her eyes open anymore.


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The girl lay against the dark blue clover. She was so small, a slip of a thing, so very young. Her skin was rosy, and pale against the coverlet, not the deathly pallor she had been only a few short hours ago. Her hair the goldest thing that he had ever seen was an unruly halo about her head. Thick lashes rested against her cheeks, and her rose petal lips were parted in sleep. She was…beautiful. Like a star fallen and made real, caught up in his sheets. No one had warned him that humans could look like this.

He had taken great pains when explaining the situation to Rillain that saving the girl was simply an act of aiding a fellow sentient being out of a dire situation, and that was the end of it. His own personal desires, or deviancies, didn’t in any way hold sway here. Or so he told himself, and so he told Rillian. The very same friend who had given him a very speaking look when he caught the commander stroking the mating spot on the young woman’s neck. At least he has his friend support over the issue, this situation had the potential to turn in to a nightmare once they got back to Ahrn.

Valdagerion dispassionately watched the asteroids passing through the large port hole. The girl had been drifting in and out of consciousness for a few hours now, never quite coherent. The healers had done what they could, taking in to account the ship’s resources, the lack of properly programed nanites, the healers had said that she needed to rest for the time being. By all accounts she should have died; humans rarely survived a direct bioelectric attack. It was not just that her heart had stoped,but it had burned her organs, scorching her sholder.

He turned around, and found Mary awake, her big blue eyes considering him. Some tension in him that had not eased since they entered the barrow now lightend.

“Mary.” He said softly.

She tilted her head, and he read recognition in her expression for the first time since she had fallen unconscious.

He tried Latin first. “You know me?”

She nodded. He tried to ask her how she was feeling, but she put up her hand in a dismissive gesture. He smiled, she was obviously to tired to translate. Sitting on the bed, he touched his hand to her temple, meeting her gaze. He slipped in to her mind like diving in to a pool, any resistance she might have had was destroyed by fatigue, and managing the remaining pain in her body. He recalled her fears over this type of communication, and disciplined himself to caution. It wouldn’t do to upset her in her delicate condition.

{How are you feeling?} He asked.

{Like hell!} She answered, he assumed that meant bad.

{Do you remember what happened?}

{It’s a bit of a blur. I remember coming to help you, and then it gets hazy. God, I hurt all over!}

Valdagerion chuckled, a rich warm sound that rarely passed his lips. {I expect it does.You were directly hit by a bolt, meant to kill me. It was the single most brave and stupid thing that anyone has done for me. You were fortunate to survive.}

{It hurts when ever I breathe.}

His expression turned rueful. {Forgive me for that. Apparently I broke a few of your ribs during the chest compressions. They don’t have any human bone nannies on this base, and the reprogramming system is not the most reliable I was told, so you will have to wait until we land before we can heal them. If you are in much discomfort there are some pain inhibiters you can take.}

The girl’s mind was suddenly brimming with imperative questions, fear and panic setting in again. {Where have you taken me?} She demanded trying to look around his body, but when she sat up she gasped in pain.

He winced with her, and supported her shoulders. {We are on one of my people’s ships, about 16 light years or so from your home world.}

{What do you mean 16 light years from earth!} She screeched in her own language as well, hurting his ears. He moved slightly so she could see out of the port hole at the asteroid belt. He could feel her distress, trying to remember exactly what had happened, trying to rationalise everything, even as she felt events were spinning out of control. The girl fell silent, he couldn’t read anything, her mind having gone perfectly blank. She was staring out of the porthole, her irises blowing out so wide that her eyes looked inky black, her breathing quick and shallow, through her nose.

Gently he explained that because of her condition, he had been forced to take her on his ship, which was now bound for his home planet, via a series of large dimensional gates. He used the tube train analogy for her benefit, taking the liberty of raiding her memories for some way of explaining their system of intergalactic travel.

Visibly she calmed herself, her breathing slowing, clenching the covers on the bed. She turned to face him, her voice determined. “Take me back right now!”

He shook his head. {That is not possible.}

{I want to go home, turn this ship around right now!}

{Even I can not just order the ship back just like that, mortal child.}

{Fine. As soon as we get to your planet, you put me on the next ship heading for Earth.}

Only higher ranking members of the Seelie, and Rillian his oldest friend argued back to him. Never had a human spoken to him thus. He replied firmly. {No. That I will not do.}


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Mary lay under the covers staring at the wall across from her, feeing distinctly uneasy, now that she had fully come to her senses she was begging to comprehend the uncomfortable situation that she was in. She was in a practical stranger’s bed, the only real thing that she knew about him was that he was a very dangerous and powerful creature. She suddenly realised that she was naked, where her clothes had gone she had no idea. He’s abducted me she thought. I have just been abducted by an alien, and I am naked. Oh gods, what if the storeys about being probed are true? From what she could tell he had not taken advantage of her, yet all the same she felt very keenly that she was very much in his power.

If Mary had been the kind of person to fall in to hysterics, she might have done right at that moment. She had not only just survived death, but now she was totally venerable and all alone with this elf man, with no chance of rescue, in blooming space. The only question was, why had he saved her? And what did he intend to do with her?

“What are you planning to do with me?” She asked, struggling not to cry.

She knew that he knew what she meant, even though she had spoken in English. Those strange silver eyes softened, and he unclenched his jaw, the inapproachable haughty look replaced with such fierce kindness, that he looked like how an angel ought to look.

“Ava nien.” He purred in his own language. A voice so soothing that she relaxed despite herself. “Ava nien, Mary.” He stroked away her unbidden tears, cradling her, his strong arms about her. “Li irima hendu caruva.” His fingers slipped down her neck in soothing circles, there was something very intimate about that gesture, something about it that she did not yet understand. {You will see a healer when we get back to my home world.}
His tone both exasperated and amused, Mary. {My world isn’t exactly stuck in the dark ages. We have doctors- healers of our own.}

{Your people could not have healed your internal burns.} He pulled back the cover, urging her to look at her shoulder. Her skin there was pale and shiny, a burn scar. {Mary, you were directly hit by a bioelectricity bolt. It’s very rare for a human to survive that.}

{What’s going to happen to me?}

{I don’t know. Like I said it’s rare for a human to survive such an attack, I still do not know what lasting effects it might have. Do not worry too much, like I said we have healed the most serious problems. It is a precaution. Did I not tell you that I would protect you? When you are healed then you can return home.}
{I suppose I can live with that,} Mary agreed.

{You look tired, Mary.} He said {You should rest.}

Mary looked at him wryly. {Does everything you say have to be an order.}

Valdagerion blinked at her innocently. A small smirk curving his lips, making him look so sexy that Mary was glad that he had taken his hands off her head. The room had no obvious cupboards, but he ran his hand in a circle over one of the panels and it slid open. He came back presenting the young woman with what looked suspiciously like a drip bag.

{This is saline water.} He explained.

Mary rolled her eyes at him. {I know what it is.}

He smirked at her again. {Well good, last time we tried to rehydrate a human from man’s land this way they panicked, and ended up braking one of their legs when they fell down a hill as they ran away.}

“When was that?” She asked, as he stood placing it in a canister type object above the bed. Before connecting it to the canular like device already stuck in the vain at her elbow.

{About three hundred years ago.}

{Valdagerion, just how old are you?}

{In human years or elf?} He taunted. She didn’t reply, and he capitulated. {I’m just under four hundred years old.}

Mary didn’t know what to reply to that. She might have thought it some jest, but she suspected that it was true. She placed her hand on his temple, hoping that it would work the same as what he was doing. He glanced at her, but let her continue. His skin was smooth, but not as smooth as his hair. Concentrating she felt a pulsing tingling along her fingers, he met her half way, opening his mind to hers. {Exactly how long do elves live?}

{It depends upon the elf. Usually over a thousand years, give or take.}He shrugged, as he fiddled with the drip line.
Well her friends had said that she should try and date older men. Valdagerion suddenly burst out laughing. He suddenly lent over her, his face scant inches from hers a wicked smile upon his lips, revealing his sharp white eye teeth. His breath was hot beside her ear, “Mary,Ni n’lau flien fiorin.” {I am no mere man.}

His lips were on her neck again, gentle nips and licks, going lower. “Oh gods!” She moaned. How did he hear that, he wasn’t touching her? Realisation dawned on her, all that neck nibbling it was the elfish equivalent to French kissing someone!

“Valdagerion!” Mary caught hold of his one strong bicep, her other hand pushing up against the heavy muscles of his chest. He raised his head, smiling. Mary’s nerves were jangling. {I think that you’re getting the wrong idea.}

{Oh, let me see.} He responded. Before she could stop him, she felt him in her mind, catching hold of something that she had been trying to keep to herself. {No, I think I have the right idea. But perhaps you would prefer your own custom.}

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He caught hold of her chin, and deliberately lowered his head to hers, his lips meeting hers in a feather light caress. Almost tentatively he rubbed his lips back and forward over hers, before gently nibbling upon her lower lip with his own.

Valdagerion borrowed images from her mind, she was to distracted to notice his raiding of her experiences. Guiding her jaw, he opened her mouth wider, and slid his tongue experimentally against hers. He could see why humans like this unsanitary act. Her mouth was like wet velvet, slick and warm, reminiscent of another part of her anatomy, that he was suddenly acutely interested in. His tongues movements instinctively began to mimic the act of love making, intimate, just as they way the shared breaths was.

He shifted, moving to cover her still mindful of her ribs. Growing more ferverent. The girl however had decided enough was enough, and thumped on his chest a few times. {You know you shouldn’t molest the injured !}

He pulled back, looking down at her dazed expression appreciatively. {Did I do that right?}

{Was that your first kiss?}

He actually blushed slightly. {It is a human custom. Elves do not kiss.}

{Pity, because you’re good at it.}

{Then i shal do it again.} he said with a florish.

She held her hand out again. {Hold it Mr. Fristly I'm wounded, and secondly its unethical to read somones mind without their permission.}

{I only read what you show me. And such intresting things too, Mary.} He counterd smoothly. He shifted in again, but this time when she pushed at him it casued her to hiss in pain.

{Mary, I'm sorry did i hurt you?}

She smiled, still wincing slightly, favoring her one side. {Not realy. But if you try that again i will hurt you.} She further ilustrated this with a vivid immage in her mind, of her kicking him in the crotch, hard.

{little coward.} He admonished.

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