Clever Cargo by Beva John

Author:Beva John [John, Beva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alien abduction romance, alien romance, scifi romance
Publisher: Beva John
Published: 2020-02-12T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

MAGNAR

Weeks pass, one like another. In the mornings as I use an assistor, I often imagine Lottie sitting on my lap, which makes me come quickly. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I dream of her – hot, sweaty, improper dreams, where neither of us are clothed. I spread open her pale pink legs and thrust in my deep blue cock, making us both shudder with pleasure.

But then I wake and am frustrated.

I am annoyed that these feelings are distracting me from what is truly important.

I am considering the possibility of becoming a member of the Intergalactic Cooperative Council.

I can’t do that if I leave Allathone in poor hands.

So one day, after another boring royal dinner where my cousin Chell is present, I ask to speak to him privately later and he, of course, obeys.

We meet in one of the sitting rooms and drink wine. Chell is older than I, but in good health. I already spoke with Serat and obtained Chell’s health report. His heart, unlike Tomor’s, is sound. Chell is a historian and knows more about our family genealogy than I do.

I ask him about our common great-grandparents and some of the things they did. Apparently one of them was an avid fisherman and wrote a treatise about it. “Would you like a copy of it?” Chell asks.

Goddess, no, but I smile and say, “Yes, please.”

We discuss how different branches of our family became predominant as opposed to other branches. Some of it was due to health, some luck, some trickery.

I ask, “Have you ever considered what you would do if I were as sickly as Tomor?”

“I do not think of that. I consider it treasonous.”

“I disagree. I think it is good to prepared for every eventuality.”

Chell says, “An unlikely eventually. You are on the brink of being married, your child will be born soon. I will be one step further from the crown. I am merely a back-up.”

“True. But I believe that as a historian, you have many insights as to what the Crown could have done better in the past to help the people of Allathone move forward.”

Chell says, “Yes, definitely. There should have been more widespread immigration sooner, and the excellent work your father did could have happened even 200 years earlier if the Crown had taken the effort.”

“I agree. There were always philosophers and some politicians who favored integrating more species into Allathone culture but changes often takes generations.”

“Your father was an excellent traveler and I have no doubt that you will continue in his footsteps.”

“I hope to.”

“And the Queen? I have not seen her lately.”

It is common knowledge that my mother has reduced her duties due to her gradual decline. She does little but attend status meetings with the Prime and host luncheons and dinner parties. She no longer has the physical strength to walk, but she refuses to use scooter chair. Instead, she is usually carried by one of several dozen large Katoll footmen in her employ. I say, “The Queen has had a lingering cold the past few weeks.

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