Page 18 of Alien Daddies
Daddy Kameel, with hair slightly longer than his twin Aras, kissed her forehead first, and each of his brothers took their turn, bidding her sweet dreams and placing a tender kiss to her forehead or her cheek. They were making her feel special. Cherished, even.
She drifted to sleep in the soft, warm bed, the pressure of her daddies’ lips on her face lingering like sweet promises of everlasting love.
For the first time in years, she didn’t have nightmares. She dreamed of walking in a beautiful mountain forest and swimming in a hot spring containing the clearest, bluest water she had ever seen. As the steam rose from the hot spring, she floated upward into the clouds with it. From there, she soared over tall green treetops, lush flowering meadows, and countless rushing rivers and calm lakes.
When she awoke an indiscernible amount of time later, she felt peaceful and wasn’t afraid to find herself alone in her room. She made a quick trip to the bathroom and was happy to find the fixtures within were similar to those on Earth. She returned to her bed as her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the overhead lights’ faint glow, catching sight of the wormhole glimmering outside the large window. She sat up against the pillows and drew her knees up to her chest, still focused on the wormhole as the memories of her pleasant dream lingered.
Had she dreamed of Khanndora? She had seen pictures of the planet, of course, along with photos of many other alien planets. But with over a hundred inhabited planets connected to the Interstellar Portal Arrays of the universe, the details of each world often blurred together in her psyche. The two alien planets she knew best were Phennulos and Reestrovia.
Khanndora. Was it a beautiful wilderness like in her dreams? She supposed she would find out soon enough. TheRithonawould arrive there in a week, and no matter what she told the judge and no matter what her resulting punishment for stowing away on a Khanndoran military vessel, she would likely not see Earth again for quite some time.
Would her father worry about her? An ache pierced her heart, because she suspected he would be more worried about how the tabloids would cover her disappearance if it became public knowledge that she was missing. Emmitt would likely discover her hoverboard in the rosebushes. Collin Vega would believe she had simply run off to Phennulos, but would he attempt to contact her friends or any authorities on the party planet? If he couldn’t make contact with anyone who’d seen her, what would his response be?
She thought of how angry he would be for having to take time away from his work while he attempted to track down her whereabouts. Her stomach flipped at the prospect of his anger and his harsh words if he ever found her. Various cruel names he might call her floated through her mind. But no, he wouldn’t do the tracking down himself. He would hire a private investigator and he most certainly wouldn’t report her missing to any authorities on Earth or Phennulos. A hush-hush operation.
Why was she thinking about this? She ran a hand through her hair and crawled out of bed. Stowing away on an interstellar vessel had been an impulsive mistake. She realized that now. But there was no undoing what had already been done. She had to face the consequences for her actions.
She walked to the large window and curled up on the floor, tucking her knees inside Daddy Kameel’s large undershirt. Her spirits lifted as she pressed her nose to the sleeve and inhaled his intoxicating woodsy scent.
As she sat at the window, watching the wormhole swirl by as theRithonasped toward Khanndora, she replayed all she had told Daddy Torin about herself, lest she forget and find herself caught up in her string of lies.
I’m an orphan.
My mother gave me jewels.
I wanted to find work onPhennulos.
Someone stole my ID…
Her stomach lurched and she scrambled across the room to her backpack, opening up compartments until she found her identification.Shit shit shit. Luckily, she located it in one of the pockets Daddy Torin hadn’t riffled through when he’d been searching for a new pair of panties. She had to get rid of her ID immediately. If any of her daddies found this identification form, her entire story would unravel.
What would they think if they learned she was the daughter of one of the richest men on Earth, her father had cut off her funds because of her poor grades, and she had responded by sneaking aboard a ship in an attempt to join her friends on a luxurious summer vacation on a party planet? A knot twisted in her tummy. Those facts made her sound like a spoiled little brat. Her heart sank as she stared at her photo identification, turning it over and over in her hands.Makenna Vega. Resident of Rissa Island, New America.Female.Birthdate July 1, 2714.Maybe she was a spoiled brat. And the worst part, the part that made her feel positively ill, was that she had lied to Daddy Torin.
She tried to rip the ID in half, but the fortified plastic material wouldn’t so much as tear. She hurried into the bathroom and tossed her ID into the toilet, then flushed it five times in a row, just to be sure it was truly gone. Exiting the bathroom, she walked to the window again and studied the wormhole.
My name is Kenna. I’m an orphan. I have no one. My mother died when I was ten years old and gave me precious jewels that have been in my family for generations. I couldn’t find work on Earth, so I wished to find a service job onPhennulos. The morning I was preparing to book passage on an interstellar vessel bound forPhennulos, my identification was stolen. Anxious to start my new life on Phennulos and too impatient to wait for my new ID, I stowed away on a Khanndoran military vessel, believing it to be a transport vessel bound for the party planet. I am sorry for the mistake I made…
She told herself the story over and over again, keeping every last detail the same, until she almost started to believe she was in fact an orphan who desired a fresh start on a faraway planet.
If only it was true. If only her story were so simple.
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Zane
He stood in the center of Kenna’s room, watching her at the window. She was so lost in thought that she hadn’t heard him enter. Zane took advantage of the moment to study her, appreciating the alluring beauty of her. Even wearing the large undershirt, she was all soft curves and smooth skin. Petite, but not so small that she wouldn’t be able to handle him and his brothers.
His cock hardened as he imagined taking her to his bed for the first time. Trailing kisses over every part of her luscious little body, drawing his teeth over the insides of her thighs until she quivered and begged him to tend to her pussy, and holding her while she slept soundly in the aftermath of their first mating, the first time he spilled his seed inside her and marked her as his. Lust heated his blood and he couldn’t stop a growl from escaping his throat.
Kenna gasped and turned to face him.
“Daddy… Nagen?”
“Daddy Zane,” he corrected her gently, reaching her in four large strides. He took her in his arms and peered down into her inquisitive blue gaze. Torin had mentioned her eyes were the same shade of blue as the oceans of Khanndora, and Zane realized he was correct. Great Spirit, he could spend hours upon hours staring into her bottomless blue depths.
“I-I know how to tell Daddies Kameel and Aras apart, but you and Daddies Nagen and Vilad all look the same. How can I possibly learn to tell the three of you apart?” She bit her lower lip and appeared slightly anxious.
He smiled at her, hoping to relieve her nervousness. To his delight, she shyly returned his smile and relaxed further in his arms. He considered her question.
