Page 12 of Saved By My Alien Husband

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DELPHINE

Five Days Left On Earth

F or the second night in a row, I dreamt. This time, not with worry that Haven had left me. He was with me, holding me through the night. His warmth had wrapped around me like a protective shield, easing the lingering anxieties of the gigantic shift in my life.

It was odd, now knowing the truth of how we could talk in my dreams. While it was real, it was still a projection. Thanks to Parvati's connection to us, I entered Haven's psyche. He could touch me because his brain believed I was there. It had felt real, even though I denied it, because my brain understood it like his did. No one else around Haven could see us, and now that made sense. It was like I was a hallucination, though a sentient one.

When I would show up too late at night, and we'd fall asleep holding each other, it felt like I was getting rest, but I had no dreams. My mind was too occupied, its focus on the energy needed to beam me to a spaceship, there was no energy left to dream.

I couldn't believe how much one day had changed my life. I wasn't falling asleep to be with him; instead, I had fallen asleep beside him, on our wedding night, having dreams and true rest again.

Stretching my limbs, I opened my eyes.

Parvati sat on the edge of my pillow, looking down at me. Blinking, I had forgotten she planned to add their language to me overnight. Did she complete it, or did Haven and I take too long and she gave up?

I sat up, staring at her and focusing my thoughts. There was something there, I reached for the idea, and found it. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open in shock. I knew how to say cat in Eldrin. I’d need to learn some nuances and what their brand of slang and sarcasm was like, but I could speak with the Eldrin now.

Laying back down, I took a deep breath, staring at my cat. Exhaustion took me the moment I recognized the language transfer. Not only was my body spent, so was my mind.

Parvati, accepting her job well done, jumped off the bed. My tired eyes followed her. She pressed a paw to a corner of the wall and a shelf pulled out and grew sides like a small box. She leaped on top of it, curling into a ball. Could she turn any part of the ship she wanted into a cat spot or was that there the whole time?

Pulling my fallen blanket back up, I curled into a ball, careful to avoid my healing wedding scar. I was sore in a way I wasn’t with Daryl. It was as if I had exercised my inner thighs for an hour. My husband’s alien cock was certainly unexpected.

Daryl wasn't bad at sex, far from it, but it was difficult to compare a human penis to an alien knotting cock.

I’m curious how things will go for the male humans joining us. Will their couplings with Eldrin be fewer?

Pulling myself from my musings, I had to get out of our comfy moss bed to face the entire North American dome to reveal I was a princess, married to an alien, and they could all tag along as we saved cats across the universe if they wanted to...

This was going to validate all their thoughts about me being weird and strange, but it was also going to upset the uppity saviors that wanted the glory. A small spark of defiance ignited within me, the thought of wiping those smug looks off their faces giving me a strange sense of satisfaction.

Seeing Alexandra's face when she found out that I was a contributing factor to saving the human race would be worth the stares.

Yet, I felt nervous. Would my parents decide to join me? I'd avoided thinking about them in this, but I'll admit I was terrified to talk to them. They were devoted to the cause, even more so than Daryl and Michael are. My parents would see me as either an answer to that, or a threat. The possibility of their rejection hung over me like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the sweet release I’d found with Haven last night.

Their dedication was to saving the planet, so they could save the human race. But what if they rejected the core of the mission—saving us all—in favor of the planet? Dying on a technicality felt like something they would do. They could say I was giving up on Earth, that we all were...

“Are you almost ready?” Haven asked, coming through the door of our bathroom. His voice was a soothing balm to my frayed nerves, grounding me in the present. It was going to take time to get used to sharing a living space with someone that I loved. There were no sweet touches with Daryl. “Let's screw around, then leave each other alone,” was our general motto.

It wasn't like that with Haven.

He walked up to me, sitting on the floor beside the bed. His hand caressed my face. Leaning into his touch was instinctual. “You know, when I said I was going to get ready and you should get up, that meant getting out of bed?”

“I don’t remember you saying that. I must have been delirious,” I said with a pout. “Someone left me very sore. I don't think I can walk.” I was only partially serious. My thighs felt like they had no bones.

“Oh really?” he asked mischievously. The playful glint in his eyes sent a thrill through me. “I should loosen you up. How about an orgasm for breakfast? I hear it helps you start the day on the right foot.”

My eyes glittered, looking up at him. “I'm sure that's what a doctor would prescribe to me,” I said in mock seriousness.

“We don't have much time, my lovely bride, but I'll see what I can do,” Haven said, reaching his hand to cup me over my underwear.

In the time that followed, he proved he could make his bride feel very good , without thought to himself.

When I reached for his cock, intent on delaying us even further, he insisted on waiting until we were done with our obligations for the day. “I'd rather not have a swollen knot distracting me while I try to convince humans we aren’t tricking them so we can abduct them and experiment on their body parts.”

“You can experiment on my body parts,” I joked, but knew he was right. We were already late. “What should I wear?” I stared into my mess of a duffle bag. I'd yet to unpack, getting sufficiently distracted last night, but it didn't matter. It would only take me two minutes once I got started. I barely took anything with me.

“That reminds me,” Haven said. “I have been putting aside some jumpsuits for you. We had some especially made for humans, in preparation for our arrival. It will take a while to make enough for everyone else, but I had a few made for you first.”

“You started making space suits for the human race, just in case they said yes ?” I asked, incredulous.

“It's good to think ahead. And they are jumpsuits, not space suits. Making air tight space suits for everyone wouldn't be cost effective, but we'll make a few once we know what everyone is going to specialize in. The mechanics will need them,” he said, a contemplative expression crossing his face. “Anyway, the Eldrin can change our temperature to suit different environments, but I know humans can't, so we developed this. It'll be colder once we are in space, and I didn't want you cold. The jumpsuits are temperature changing clothes, adjusting to whatever you need.”

He was developing new kinds of clothes for me and my race, before I even agreed to leave with him? A surge of affection for him welled up in my chest, so intense it almost took my breath away.

There was no one on this planet as kind as him.

“Let me see how it looks. I'd love to wear it, assuming it doesn't make me look like a lump,” I said. That was a lie. Even if I looked ridiculous, having temperature changing clothes sounded like heaven. I was constantly cold.

He walked to a panel on the wall and pressed his hand on the surface. As the shelf pulled out vertically, the clothes hanging on it unfurled, as if they had been compressed in the wall. I was amazed by how much could be fit into a small space with the technology that these aliens had. At the end of the row, there were a dozen different jumpsuits in mostly greens and black, with a few other colors mixed in, smaller than the other clothes at the end of the rack that must be his.

Standing in my underwear in the middle of the room, I ran my hands along the material, finding it soft. I pulled a green one down, thinking to myself that it might be cute to match my new alien husband.

Stepping into the garment, it self-adjusted to my measurements, and felt toasty warm. I pulled my long hair out from the back collar and turned around. “How do I change the temperature?” I asked.

Haven was sitting on the bed with a wide smile on his face.

“What is it?” I asked. Looking down at the jumpsuit, I found it surprisingly cute. Did he think I looked funny in it?

“Drop the doubt from your face, Delphine. You look beautiful. I'm so amazed you are here with me,” he said, getting up to pull me into his arms.

When he untangled his hands from my hair, he showed me the temperature controls and we finally left the room, finding Parvati waiting for us outside. When did she leave? Her look spoke of her annoyance over our lateness. I ignored her judgment and we got into the protected car that Michael had given us to transport back and forth, to help me minimize my UV exposure.

It was amazing how much more amenable he was when I was partially responsible for saving his life and those of everyone he knows.