Why Is There An Alien Princess In My Room? (ONC 2023 - Alien Romance - Complete)

3: Vyrsa Is Definitely Not Ogling Her Strange Bedfellow

The sleeping chambers of this primitive species were really quite comfortable. Vyrsa couldn't help but appreciate the soft black-and-white checkered sheets, the veritable mountain of pillows, and the welcoming mattress that seemed perfectly shaped for her body while she lay down to calm her portal-scrambled senses and ponder her situation.

The inhabitant of the living quarters she'd stumbled into snored loudly next to her after being soothed by the poison produced by her shimmering lips. The method was harmless to the victim—hopefully at least... Vyrsa hadn't actually tried it on earthlings before but it was probably fine!—who drifted into beautiful dreams for a few hours before waking up feeling blissfully rested. This was a unique trait her species, the Isolans, possessed. The kiss of slumber was usually used to put their young to sleep at night but Vyrsa had also found that the trick could come in very handy while on a mission on foreign planets. Especially since her glittering appearance seemed to be alluring to males, females, and other various genders existing in space.

One smack and they were all dozing off into dreamland, while Vyrsa could finish whatever task she'd set out to do—usually stealing artifacts or finding out secret plans to benefit her planet—in peace, with no care in the universe for her victim.

She looked over at the snoozing earthling next to her though she couldn't help but feel a twinge of affection. There was something about him that intrigued her. Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't screamed or hollered when she appeared but merely tried to wave her off. Or it was on account of his brute but handsome features, which for some inexplicable reason read as attractive to her.

Darn it! Vyrsa didn't have time to be attracted to anyone! Especially not someone as insignificant as her current bedfellow. Since she was stuck on a foreign planet light years from her home, with no known means to transport herself elsewhere, her priority needed to be to find a way out of this pickle (and yes, pickles were a delicacy on her home planet). Ogling alien boys was not at the top of her priority list at the moment, even if it was usually one of her favorite pastimes.

Yet, she couldn't help but notice how this being's long eyelashes fluttered lightly with every snore or how light rays from the square opening on the wall danced across his tinted skin. It appeared this planet must be at such a perfect distance from its primary star that it basked in warming but not burning rays.

This earthling male didn't have the bulging but ultimately useless muscles carried by the males of her own species, instead, Vyrsa noted, after poking a finger into an upper arm, that his frame was wiry but hard. The muscles underneath appeared to be more than just ornamental, which was a nice change of pace from the annoying Coian boys. Perhaps this guy could even be useful if Vyrsa ever could find suitable parts to build a vessel that aid her escape from this forgotten corner of the universe.

Because that was her current plan. It wasn't a good plan or even a decent plan, but it was her only plan. Unfortunately, she didn't have great hopes that another mysterious portal suddenly would pop out of this planet's (hopefully tiger-less) atmosphere.

Surely, this planet would have some spare Astatine she could borrow? Then she could fuel her yet-to-be-built craft and skedaddle out of here, with the valuable key still safe in its current hiding spot.

Her first step in performing that plan was to find out more about the elemental resources of this planet. And she would do that. Shortly. As soon as she was done admiring the fascinating creature next to her.

Her observations were purely for science though. Nothing else! Vyrsa told herself she would surely have to recount her trip to the Council of Alien Culture once she returned to her home galaxy. They were always clamoring for information about the uncontacted planets of the universe, which were yet to be corrupted by space travel and galaxy politics.

Meow!

A familiar sound from beside the bed startled Vyrsa. Could it be?

Meooooow!

The next moment, a furry orange creature appeared on the bed, making its demands loud and clear. It was, just like Vyrsa had suspected, a cat. This animal lacked the signature horns of the creature called a cat back on Isola but its self-assured nature and need for immediate attention were the same.

Obviously starving both for attention and nourishment, the fuzzy newcomer reached out a paw to poke the face of the sleeping male next to her. No response. The soothing kiss must have knocked him out cold if he didn't even recognize the insistent call of a cat. Vyrsa put her hand on his chest to make sure he was still breathing. Although perhaps this species didn't breathe? There were so many things she didn't know about this place and its people.

Her question was answered as she felt a rhythmic movement underneath her fingers, which turned pink from delight. This species appeared to breathe just like her and this particular member of the species was definitely still breathing.

MEOOOOOWWW!

Obviously, the cat wasn't satisfied with its servant simply breathing, since that act didn't serve its needs.

"Are you hungry?" Vyrsa asked the loud furball, who quickly turned its attention toward her upon realizing she was awake and ready to meet its needs. Jagged paws stepped on her chest, poking small holes in her space suit in its eagerness. Enthusiastic purring filled the air as it head-butted its new servant. "Let's go then."

The cat hastily jumped off the bed to show her the way. Vyrsa followed its lead toward the unknown world outside.

She would soon start on her plan. She just needed to appease this cat first. It was obviously of the utmost importance.