"Becoming One"
Awaking to the scent of her favorite meal, Elsa makes her way to a small metal chair next to an oval table in the center of the cell. To her surprise she sees a familiar arrangement of a steaming plate of food, a metal cup full of juice, and a tiny wooden fork, just as it would be at home. Starving, Elsa doesn't hesitate and quickly begins devouring her treat.
As she chews Elsa ponders, "Could this be some angel, or god, who has made me his mate in the stars high above my home?" After finishing her breakfast, Elsa sits gazing through the window and reminiscing about the night before.
Soon her thoughts drift. "Will I ever be able to return?" She wonders, afraid of never seeing her family again. Elsa paces around the cell with anxiety. As she walks in front of the door, it promptly swooshes open for her. Determined to get answers, the nude maid marches into the corridor.
Not far from her cell she enters the room with the stone table, it's empty. Continuing down the long hall, door after door remain tightly sealed shut, not allowing her to inspect what lies behind them. Eventually Elsa gives up her pursuit with dissatisfaction as she returns to sit upon the stone table, waiting for her mate.
Seconds pass like hours awaiting his arrival. Just as Elsa is about to give up, the door thunders open and shut as the creature enters the room. His dark eyes peering deep into her soul.
Elsa leaps from the table onto the floor in front of the being, "When do I get to go home?" She exclaims in his face. Motionless, he stands before her. Elsa turns around in frustration, slumping her arms onto the table.
Behind her the creature moves closer, the soft hairs on her back stand as she feels his warm breath slowly ease up her back toward her shoulders. He inhales deeply, taking in Elsa's aroma and drawing him to arousal.
She trembles as he inserts the tip of his soft tissue between her legs. The two dripping with anticipation, excited to resume where they left off the night before. He puts his hand upon her back, pushing her down onto the rough table, breasts firmly resting against the cold surface.