Smoke from the fire reached my nostrils and I breathe in the fumes letting comfort of the smell fill my lungs with warmth. A small smile graces my lips and I look up to the sky and lay down on my back the fire warming my feet.

"Crystal! Get away from that fire you will burn so badly just from the sun! No need to get a second layer from the fire." My overprotective dad yelled, and I sat up looking into his green eyes.

I got most, maybe all my features from him. He has brown hair, green eyes, a pointy nose, and is kind of a small guy, and I have brown hair, green eyes, and a pointy nose. The only difference between us is our cheekbones, I got mine from my mom, high and mighty. They make me look thinner than I already am.

"Dad, I have lived by a campfire my whole life, I do not get sunburns. If I do, they turn into a tan two hours later. I'm completely fine." I roll my eyes and he sighs and walks to the picnic table to grab the hot dogs that we are going to cook for lunch.

When we had fully eaten dad brought out the same cupcakes we get every year on this dreadful day, they were her favorite.

"To mommy and sissy." We chorus together and both of us take a bite letting the buttercream fill our senses.

Today is the day my mom and my unborn sister died. My mom was going to work when a man ran a stop light and t-boned her on the driver's side. It killed her almost instantaneously. The man wasn't drunk, or anything just didn't see her in the small car she always demanded to drive.

The man that hit my mother, for the longest time, tried to make it better, but there is almost nothing he could have done to make it better.

Every year my dad and I come to this camp site because this is where my mom dragged us every year on her birthday. She always loved the break of nature from the city and the smoke from the fire to color her face as she ate her melted marshmallows and told us ghost stories she most likely heard from her mother and her mother heard from her mother.

I was ten when she died, that was eight years ago. The moment when we get home from the camp trip, I have to pack up my room, I have college to attend. Being accepted into college is great and all, but I am going to miss my dad. He was there when the cops came to the door and told us the news, he was there when I almost decided to drop out of school.

"We go home tomorrow you know. Are you ready for your life to change forever?" My dad said as we laid on our separate blanket piles in the tent in the middle of the night. The fire had long been put out and now we were trying to go to sleep.

"When have you put it like that...no? I'm going to miss you and all the things that we do. I am going to miss this kind of stuff. I'm going to worry about you... I just don't know what I'm ready for, and I don't know what I am not ready for. Do you get it?" I say quietly letting my voice lead us into silence.

Every breath could be heard in the tent and every shuffle was noted. My dad looked anxious as he tried to sleep, holding his breath, and clinging to his pillow, almost as if he is expecting something.

I watch him turn over again, sitting up checking his watch, his eyes flashing over to me to see I am still wide away watching him. A deer in headlights almost.

It didn't say silent forever. A loud ear-piercing sound entered the tent, and I covered my ears while my dad moved toward me with an expression telling me he expected the loud intrusion. He was talking under his breath and looked at me in the eye, "You are going to come out there with me and I don't want you to say a word. I mean it, don't answer his questions, and please, for the love of this planet, don't judge me too harshly."

I was about to open my mouth when he put his finger to it, he simply shook his head and I nodded closing my mouth once again and he removed his finger from my lips while I forced air to run through my nose. I have seen my father nervous, almost piss his pants freaking out, but right now he seemed to have the attitude of a soldier going to meet a commander. His set jaw and strong stature catches me off guard as he guides me up nodding at me as a subtle reminder turning to grab something from his side of the tent.

In. Out. In. Out.

My lungs don't want to work as I shuffle off the bed standing as well as I could with my tall height. I just have to remember to breath. I slip my shoes on and look at my dad.

Dad grabbed my hand and led me out of the tent looking back at me to make sure I was okay. At some point he must have grabbed a flashlight from his side, most likely while I was freaking the fuck out, because suddenly there was a light beam leading us through the woods a nice dull green and brown greeting with each step.

My foot caught on every rock and twig that the forest could happen to place and then some, the small light being used mostly on the upper half of the trees instead of the ground of the forest. While I might be smart, my body has never been this pinnacle of athleticism that he seems to want right now adjusting the light to better guide me. Dad looks back at me and sighs almost in regret as he drug me through the last set of bushes into a field, if only it was a field of daisies.

What in the alien? A metallic saucer sits in the middle of the field. A simple flat circular style with rivets on each side. It hovers over the ground leaving no indication it exists in the grass, only a light breeze moving under from the engines. The massive size still creates an unexpected shadow even though it was the middle of the night.

The foreign technology doesn't faze my father as we continue forward my feet starting to drag in the grass as he wraps his hand back around me to keep me walking. Why the hell did he bring me here, and what in the non-world is happening?

A gorgeous, Greek god of a man steps forward. His figure being overshadowed by the technology behind him, but soon enough after one look he is all I can see his beauty sucking the air out of me.

We stopped in front of the foreign object, my father keeping a tight hold of my hand rubbing his thumb over my hand with a light squeeze for reassurance. The handsome stranger continues to walk towards us, stopping with a smirk taking in a deep breath his gaze dragging over to me. The man looks at me, matching my stare, his gold eyes shifting to an all-black, his smirk turns into a closed smile, another deep breath from him as my dad drops into a deep bow, myself following with a bow as well to entranced to question.

My dad raises from his bow, my eyes stuck on this god, his arms, his legs, the perfect shape of his jaw... I could just lick him.

No drool. Check.

The man seemed to have black hair that was going everywhere, not styled that way but very much an unintended consequence from the wind. His eyes turned back to gold after another breath, his head turning to look at my dad.

He was built to the point that it wasn't gross, but he could take you can break you in a pinch. He stood at a 6'4 that towered over my 5'3. I felt so small in his presence, but every part of me wants to bend over for him and let him show me just how much he could break me.

The man of the hour opens his mouth a beautiful set of teeth flashing through the night, "Hello Damien, I think you know why I am here, no surprise on the business we are conducting, but now I have something much more important to discuss in relation to the beautiful woman standing next to you. " His voice melts me to a puddle, my body warming for him. When was the last time I was this horny?

My hormones fly everywhere, but my attention to detail isn't totally fucked. The fact he knows my father's name and that they have business together catches me off forcing me to break my stare from the man to look at my father sweating bullets. Where is the man that seemed so strong in the tent?

"Hello, my King, it is an honor to be in your acquaintance again. I hope your journey here was a pleasant one. This is my daughter, she is with me because she couldn't sleep, and I could not continue to lie to her." My dad answered and slowly started to pull me behind him, so slow he was hoping the man wouldn't notice. The King noticed.

"Oh? It seems her body knew where she was supposed to be. Before we further discuss your daughter, let's talk about the matter at hand. How is the president handling the transition? Has he discussed the day, or should I prepare my troops?"

My dad replied slowly, "End of December, he has admitted his defeat, my King."

"He is a pussy, but I guess that works in favor. Thank you for being so loyal to me Damien, it is such a blessing that I found you for myself. Now in relation to the woman, she will be coming with me. I have chosen her to be my bride." His voice is demanding, and I almost just walk over to him and throw myself on him. I mean how bad could it be?

What the fuck brain chill out. No. We are not going with a sexy alien that somehow knows your father. Bad thoughts. Naughty thoughts.

I contain myself. He is talking about telling me on his fucking crazy ass ship, kidnapping me. No matter how hot someone is, this is not some porno that has a safe and happy ending.

"Not to go against you, my King. I appreciate your compliment and know that my alliance aligns with you. However, my daughter is to stay with me. She is all I have left." He sounds strong, by his hand against me is shaking. I can tell that he feels defenseless, almost fearful at the thought that I could be ripped away.

"Such a bravo act for a man that almost left her alone. If you are wanting to tell her everything, are you wanting to tack on the fact that you were planning to jump the very cliff that we stand nearby? Leave her alone to fend for herself? If anything, I offer her the choice, she comes with me willingly or I will help you achieve your goal of death and still take her." My father swallows and I raise my eyebrows, he had planned to commit suicide? He looks at me, meeting my eyes, tears spilling over and down to his chin. He seems so remorseful, but I can't believe it, my father wouldn't do that.

How would such a support system, an idol in my life decide that he should just leave me with nothing else to live for. He was the one that stopped me from killing myself.

I pinch myself.

I'm not asleep.

I look into my dad's eyes and realize I have a choice to keep him alive or not. While I might have dreams of my own, my dad is more important, his need to grow and find love again being imperative. He might have almost chosen to end it all before, but I have to trust him now to make the right decision.

His fear of the man tells me enough, it's almost like dealing with someone in the mafia. I know that this crazy alien type male could take us out easily and drag me with him, might as well use my own two legs to do it.

A smile spreads across the King's face.

"Honey no, please listen to me. It isn't worth it. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into, please child. Stay with me."

I lean forward placing my hands on the side of my dad's face leaning forward to kiss his forehead tears streaming down my face. I press my forehead against his letting our final goodbyes be unheard, a silent love moving between us.

I turn to the alien, my heart heavy, the Kings smile evident when he turns to my father, "She has made her decision, thank you for bringing her tonight, I have been looking for her for centuries. Now we must go, remember Damien Knoll you are under my rule now, don't defy me, I will not hesitate to kill you." With that the 'King' picked me up from under my legs and cradled me to his chest. I punch him trying to get him to drop me, but it is of no use he is too strong. I try to shuffle my way out of his arms and shake my way through the cradle, but he will have none of it and pulls me closer. My father raises his hands trying to help me, but the male turns away ignoring him to walk towards the UFO.

"You might as well get used to this, it is part of my culture to carry the women everywhere and I'm not breaking tradition. Now princess my name is Vincent Lyson, and you are the only one in all the galaxies that is allowed to call me Vincent and expected to call me as such. Do you understand?" He voice is a deep comfort moving over my skin and bringing goosebumps over me. If I wasn't in the situation I was in, and maybe met him in a bar, I would be all over him begging him to give me five minutes of his day.

He smiles as me as if he can sense the pool of unwanted warmth between my legs. He walks confidently, an annoying grin plastered over his face as we walk through the field, my heart beating faster and faster as a platform lowers into the grass leaving a light indention, now becoming the only true indication that this was all here... that this is all real.

We reached the platform, and he starts to walk up, I poke his chest and he stops looking down, I point towards the direction of my dad, and he nods. He turns quickly letting me look around until I fall on my dad still standing in the middle of the field where he has fallen to his knees, his hands covering his face as he weeps into the grass. He looks up, my hand in the air making the easily understood 'I love you' sign, him following suit.

Vincent turns around and continues the hike up the ramp letting it raise behind us cutting us off from the world only the silence and cold of the ship surrounding us.

The sound of his shoes moves around us as we travel down the thin hallway into what seems to be a control room. I try to drag any knowledge of spaceships and aliens forward from shows I had seen as kid, but my brain draws a blank. I am fucking useless when it comes to sci-fi things.

Men huddle around the room, women hanging from their arms in the same way that Vincent is holding me, their bodies clad in something that is similar to a bathing suit. If that is what he expects of me then I might have to stab someone in their sleep, or slit my own throat, whichever one is accessible first.

Vincent takes me to a chair and sets me down buckling me in as he moves to sit next to me the style of the chair very similar to a loveseat you would see in a living room but more mechanic for the safety of... space travel.

"Mates have the tradition of sitting together on the ship and during travel. Many of the common day necessities and furniture, equipment, amongst other things, is designed with this in mind." Vincent says as he grabs me around the waist and leads me to his side where he directs my head to lay on his chest. I try to pull away but stop when I hear him growl, something that I had never heard come from a human looking animal. It sounds more like something you would hear from a bear or wolf.

"Never pull away from me, the punishment in my culture is much, much different than yours, and I can, and will punish you if you pull away from me again. Think before you do something you don't understand my queen." His threat is not taken lightly, and I respond as expected laying my head back onto him breathing slowly to try to avoid being punished. I wonder if these crazy fucks have tentacles or something to strangle us with.

His eyes soften as he looks over at me, my fear very obvious when I am forcing myself to control my breathing to seem normal, "I promise I never have the intention to harm you, but males are expected to teach their women the ways of life, be the protectors, and provide. I can't help how my inner self responds to your actions. I only have intentions to please you my dear. To start, what may I call the woman of my dreams?"

I look at him and raise my hand indicating my need for a pencil or pen, him leaning over to grab a paper for me and a writing device. I drag it over the paper, Lily.

"Lily? You don't look like a Lily, but okay. Just remember punishment is worse if you lie." He says and smiles at me. He doesn't seem to question that I don't speak, just reminds me of the punishment if I can't keep my story straight. Some part of me wants to drag him into the next room and ride him until I am a messy ball or orgasm but the other half of me knows the danger I am in and begs me to protect myself from this new world.

Vincent starts barking out orders, "Are all the engines secure? Flight plan perfect, ship landing sector in Hedium is notified of our return? Food levels checked and water stocked," All the men nod their heads, "Then we are set to go. Please everyone find your seats and secure your mates." I hear the click of seat belts and the men whispering to their women, most asking them to go to sleep while others remind them of their hard future if they choose to stay awake.

Vincent starts to click over the mass number of lights and buttons that pop up over the control panel. As he clicks through, holograms move into the air in front of us that he simply slides into place moving on to the next start up mechanism. We all feel each part of the ship start to wake up, a subtle hum coming over us as he slides a final hologram over the ship moving up through the air, the only true tell of the change being the deep feeling in my belly as if I was shooting up in a fair ride.

No screen is present around us to the sky, only the simple shapes of the control panel that Vincent reads through, another swipe of his hand shifting us again. He clicks a few more things and with a sigh leans back letting the ship do the rest of the word lines of an unreadable language flashing above the panel that Vincent pays attention too.

As he watches the panel, his right hand find my upper arm, his hand rubbing over it is comforting my body into a lulled sleep, however my mind fights against it demanding to control ourselves around him, at least until we get more answers on why we are responding to him in such a way. The darkness soon greets me, and I let myself follow finding it safer to allow myself to sleep than blow any cover I have at all by being awake. His hand continues to rub me, and I fall into the comfort of dream land, my father's crying face starting the painful scenes my mind wants to relive.

King Lyson Point of View

As the ship leaves the pitiful excuse of a planet called Earth, my gaze shifts from the lines of ship code to my beautiful mate. She unconsciously pushed herself more into me and dug her face into my chest until I felt her lips through my shirt, her body wanting to be as close to me as possible.

Her beauty is breath taking, the way she is so much smaller than me, but still fits perfectly against me. She is going to be an amazing queen, something that was easy to tell when she comforted her father after making the decision to protect him. It physically pained me to see her cry, be the reason that she felt such sorrow, but my selfish desire to have her near overpowered the logic of an allowed goodbye.

Before the galaxies were created all the planets were strewn across space in an unorganized way with different types of people. Some people strived in the darkness, some the light, others were more water based while the opposite sand style people would freak at the sight of any form of liquid. My planet was very metal based, our minds being in tune with the way structures held, how metals interacted, the cold of the world.

The people easily traded, held peace between each other with self-appointed leaders for every planet to make the decisions