ALIEN ROMANCE: Ursa (Paranormal Science Fiction BBW Alpha Male Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

are ready.”
    Lyssa opened her eyes, unaware that she had closed them at all from the strange bliss that had washed over her.  That Nava had spoken at all had also barely registered.  “Pardon?”
    “You’re ready to meet our spouse,” Nava replied as she set her sponge back into her tray and Mava too began to gather up what she had carried in. 
    Lyssa looked at Mava, and then to Nava, uncertain of what had just happened.  She sat up on her bed and found that her limbs felt weakened, but still filled with the same tingling sensation that she had been experiencing only a moment before.  “I am…?  You mean… that’s all that you have to do?”
    Nava looked at her curiously, her darkened eyes pulsing.  “You were expecting something else, perhaps?”
    Lyssa tried to formulate the words to explain what she had been expecting, but for the second time today she realized something important: she didn’t know what she had been expecting.  She most certainly had not been anticipating – what she could only describe as – a sensual massage. 
    “No…” she managed to say, feeling her voice tremble slightly.  “No… I was…” she shook her head, electing to abandon any attempt to explain the thoughts that had crossed her mind.  “Well… what happens now?”
    “Come,” Nava said, picking up her tray.  “He will be expecting you.” 

Chapter 4
    Nava passed her tray over to Mava and the latter disappeared into the many halls of the treetop mansion.  But Lyssa followed her hostess through a second hall and down a flight of stairs to a large pair of doors that looked to be carved from some kind of wood that she could not identify. 
    “This is where I must leave you,” Nava said.  “He is waiting within.”
    Lyssa could only nod.
    “Before you go,” Nava said, her voice becoming gentle, “I must be honest.”
    “About what?” she asked.
    Nava gave a deep and mournful sigh.  “Time is growing shorter, but I must say what I feel before you enter into this room.”  She folded her hands.  “I was opposed to this procedure that my spouse has conjured from the very beginning.  I believed it was dangerous… to the point of even being life-threatening.  But his will is the will all of us – even his children – must follow, for his is the dominant intellect.  I was not keen on the idea of sharing him with a… human.”
    Lyssa felt surprised to hear this, but was able to gauge that her friend – she knew and felt that Nava was indeed a friend – had more to say.  And she wanted to hear it.
    “But as I studied your culture… your ways… I found that you were primitive… vile even with your wars and your genocides and how you eventually overcame the last pieces of nature on your planet.”  She paused, her eyes pulsing.  “But I also came to admire you for your accomplishments… your music… your art… the means by which you create.  These were concepts unknown to us and therefore they were things that we lacked.  And though you were brought to us as a… a…”
    “As a mail order bride?” Lyssa supplied.
    “For want of a better definition,” Nava replied apologetically, “but yes.  I felt a sense of uncertainty.  There was no guarantee that this procedure was going to succeed and I was opposed to the idea until the minds of one of our trees arrived at the solution.  But here I stand, you and he are about to make scientific history and I find that I am… jealous.”
    She’s jealous?
    There was a noise that sounded something like a moan through the doors that drew both of their attentions, Lyssa nearly jumping at the sound of it.
    “Our time is up,” Nava said, taking hold of one of the handles to the door and pulling it back and providing a wide enough gap for her to pass through.  “One final piece of advice,” she added.
    “Yes?”
    “Be strong… no one, not in any of the known star systems, has ever accomplished what you will achieve here tonight.  And I