Princess Anya stepped onto the alien ship. The ramp hissed behind her. It sealed her fate. The air inside hummed. It was a low sound. It vibrated in her bones. She felt it in her teeth. Her tits were big. They were round under her thin white shift. She knew the cloth showed their shape. It clung a little. Her blonde hair fell to her waist. It felt heavy on her shoulders, a useless golden weight. Her blue eyes were wide. She tried to see everything. Every shadow. Every gleam of metal. Her hands went to her soft belly. She felt a small knot there. It was tight. Under her shift, her pussy had soft blonde hair. It was hidden now. She hoped it stayed hidden. But hope felt thin in this place.
This was the “royal inspection.” Her people had agreed to it. The agreement was with the Xylar. An alliance, they called it. A peace. Anya was part of that peace. Her body was part of it. She did not know how. Not yet. But the knot in her belly told her it would not be simple.
The Xylar were tall. So tall. Taller than any man from her world. Their skin was grey. Smooth like polished stone, cool to the eye. Their eyes were black. Very large. They did not seem to have pupils. Just endless black. They did not blink much. They just watched. Two of them stood by the sealed ramp. They held long, dark rods. They did not speak.
One Xylar moved. It was not one of the guards. This one was different. Maybe older. Its grey skin had faint lines around its mouth. It gestured. A long, thin-fingered hand pointed down a corridor. The corridor was dark. Dim lights pulsed along the floor. “This way, Princess,” the Xylar said. Its voice was flat. Like stones rubbing together. No warmth. No welcome. Anya swallowed. Her throat was dry. She nodded. She could not speak. What was there to say? She was here. They knew it. She followed the Xylar. Her bare feet made soft sounds on the cold metal floor. The thin shift offered little protection. She felt the chill creep up her legs. The ship was quiet. Too quiet. Just the hum. And her own heart. It beat fast. A trapped bird in her chest.
The corridor twisted. It turned. More grey walls. More dim lights. It felt like walking into the gut of some great metal beast. Anya tried to keep her face calm. She was a princess. She had a duty. But fear was a cold snake coiling in her stomach. The knot there grew tighter with every step. She thought of her world. Green hills. Blue sky. Warm sun. This place was the opposite. Cold. Grey. Dark. A strange smell began to reach her. Faint at first. A little sweet. Like overripe fruit. Or a flower she did not know. It was not a bad smell. But it was alien. It made the hairs on her arms stand up. The Xylar leading her did not look back. It moved with a smooth, silent glide. Its tall body cast a long shadow. They walked for what felt like a long time. The silence stretched. Anya could hear her own breathing. It sounded loud in the quiet. Her palms were damp. She wiped them on her shift, on her thighs. The fabric was thin. She felt her own skin beneath it. Warm. Alive. Too alive for this cold place.
The sweet smell grew stronger. It mixed with the metallic tang of the ship. It was a strange perfume. Anya found herself breathing it in deeper. It made her head feel a little light. Just a little. A soft fuzziness behind her eyes. She blinked, trying to clear it. The Xylar stopped. It stood before a wide doorway. There was no door. Just an opening into a larger space. “The inspection chamber,” the Xylar said. Its flat voice echoed a little. Anya’s heart leaped. Then it thudded hard against her ribs. Inspection chamber. The words sounded cold. Clinical. The Xylar gestured again. “Enter.” She took a breath. The sweet smell was thick here. It filled her lungs. She stepped past the Xylar. Into the room.
The room was big. Bigger than any room in her father’s palace. It was round. The walls curved. The light here was brighter, but soft. It came from the ceiling itself. The air was warm. Very warm. The warmth wrapped around her like a blanket. A heavy blanket. In the center of the room, there was a raised platform. It was circular. Made of the same dark metal as the floor. It was empty. Waiting. Several Xylar stood around the edges of the room. Maybe ten of them. They were all tall. All grey. All watching her with those big, black eyes. Silent. Still. Like statues. The knot in Anya’s stomach twisted. This did not feel like talking. This did not feel like diplomacy. This felt like something else. Something primal. One Xylar told her, “Prepare for inspection.” It was a different one. Its voice was deeper. Harsher. Anya stood frozen for a moment. Prepare how? Her shift was all she wore. There was nothing to prepare. Then, another Xylar moved from the shadows. This one was different. It had marks on its face. Dark lines etched into its grey skin. Around its eyes. Down its cheeks. Like ritual scars. Or ranks. This was the main Xylar. The leader. She knew it. He was taller than the others. His presence filled the room. He walked towards her. Slow. Deliberate. He stopped a few feet away. He did not speak. He just looked at her. His black eyes moved down her body. Slow. He started with her face, her wide blue eyes, her blonde hair. Then his gaze dropped. Over her neck. Her shoulders. To her tits. The thin shift did nothing to hide their size, their roundness. She felt her nipples tighten under his stare. They pushed against the cloth. He saw. She knew he saw. His gaze moved lower. Over her soft belly. She felt the skin there quiver. He looked at the curve of her hips. He looked lower, where her legs met. Where the shift covered her pussy. She felt naked already. Her skin prickled. Heat rose in her cheeks. In her whole body. It was not a medical look. It was not a curious look. It was a look of assessment. Like a farmer looking at prize livestock. Or a predator looking at prey. Anya’s breath caught in her throat. The sweet smell was so strong now. It made her head spin. The warmth of the room pressed in. She felt a drop of sweat trickle between her breasts. The main Xylar finally spoke. His voice was deep. Resonant. It vibrated in the warm air. “Princess Anya of Terra,” he said. It was not a question. She managed a small nod. He gestured to the raised platform in the center of the room. His long, grey finger pointed. “You will stand there, Princess.” Her heart beat fast. So fast. It was a wild drum against her ribs. Stand there. Naked? Exposed? The other Xylar watched. Silent. Waiting. She looked at the platform. It seemed miles away. Each step would be a surrender. Her mind screamed. Run! Flee! But where could she go? The ship was a maze. The Xylar were everywhere. Her people had sent her here. For peace. For alliance. Was this the price? The sweet smell made her thoughts cloudy. Her fear was still there, sharp and cold. But something else was stirring. A strange heat in her blood. A heavy feeling low in her belly. Her pussy felt wet. Just a little. She did not understand why. It was fear. It had to be fear. “Now, Princess,” the leader said. His voice was patient. But it held a command that could not be disobeyed. Anya’s legs felt heavy. Like they were made of lead. But she moved. One step. Then another. She walked towards the platform. The eyes of the Xylar followed her. She felt them on her back. On her legs. On her ass beneath the thin shift. The warm air caressed her skin. The sweet smell filled her senses. It was in her mouth. In her nose. In her lungs. She reached the platform. It was about waist high. There were small steps leading up to it. She put her foot on the first step. The metal was cool under her bare sole. Or maybe her foot was just hot. She climbed. One step. Two. Three. Now she stood on the platform. In the center of the room. Under the soft, bright light. She was exposed. Vulnerable. All the Xylar in the room looked at her. Their black eyes unblinking. The leader watched her. A faint expression on his marked face. Was it satisfaction? Anya shivered. Though the room was hot. Her skin tingled. Her pussy grew wetter. A slow, insistent pulse started between her legs. The knot in her stomach had not gone. But now it was mixed with something else. Something confusing. Something forbidden. The leader took a step closer to the platform. Anya waited. Her heart pounded. Her body hummed with a strange energy. The inspection was about to begin.
