'How can you not be afraid of him?' Asked Eliza one day. She was your friend from the time before Yautja appeared on Earth. She probably meant Othiel. 

You and a group of women were doing laundry on the patio. You hated these duties, and for some time refused to accept them. Now, when Othiel cared for you, the men didn't really have much to do and they could wash their dirty pants themselves, you weren't going to do that. You were only washing your own clothes. Sometimes you helped someone, but no one could force you to take one of the men's laundry, which other women still used to do. Wives washed husbands' clothes, mothers sons', daughters fathers', sisters to brothers, and women who had no family man in the camp received the dirty clothes of men who had no family woman. 

You looked at Eliza, a little surprised by her question, but you quickly bounced the ball.  'How can you not be afraid of your husband?'

Her husband's expression alone evoked mixed feelings, and everyone knew perfectly well that he was aggressive towards his wife. Apparently, Eliza was once pregnant, but he beat her so much that she had a miscarriage. Even the work of digging an escape tunnel wasn't enough for him to discharge his nerves. Eliza, however, denied everything, constantly protecting her tormentor.

Before answering, she looked around with fear in her eyes, as if fearing that her husband might be standing somewhere and eavesdropping. 'Stop it ,(y/n), it's not the same.'

'You're right, it's completely different. Othiel would never hurt anyone just because he is in a bad mood.' You snorted. 

'How do you know, you hardly know him ... Maybe he is pretending all the time, maybe he's still trying to charm you ... You meet him, when? Two months ago and you think you've know him inside out. Me and Stan, we know each other half a life. He is a good man, just ...'

'Just a bastard who likes to take it out on others. Tell him he'd have a brick job with savages.' Interjected Ellen, the pregnant girl you had dragged out of the savage house. Of course, she wasn't washing herself, she was about to give birth at any moment, and because of her huge belly, she was not able to even slightly bend down, but she accompanied her friend Myra. You liked them both very much, despite Ellen's spite, they were, in your opinion, the mainstay of normality and common sense among all those boisterous girls around. Fortunately, there was also Aunt Samantha, otherwise, the women in your camp would have completely submitted to the will of the men.

At Ellen's words, Eliza looked down and you sent a scolding look at the pregnant woman, but she just shrugged as if to say, "What? She was asking for it." 

'(T / I), are you and your friend... are you... you know?' Myra asked, probably trying to defuse the situation somehow.

'No I do not know...'  You replied, although you knew perfectly well what he meant.

'Oh, well ... did you sleep with him?' 

'I slept next to him, yes. It's a pretty cool radiator.'

'I meant sex.'

'And why are you still digging? Can't you see that smiley?' Ellen interjected again. 'You think why she disappears so often for all night? She's fucking him in the woods, I'm sure of it.'

You rolled your eyes. 'How vulgar you are.'

'What? Maybe you didn't make love to him?'

'I'm not going to talk about it.' 

'A saint is found.' 

'It's just my business, I don't feel like sharing the details of my sex life.'

'It's a pity because some people would like to listen, as you can see, ' Eliza muttered sarcastically, looking at Ellen significantly.

'What? You think I would also want it?' The pregnant woman literally burst out laughing. Believe me, I am just trying to deal with the consequences of excessive sex life. 'She patted her prominent belly. 'The only thing I can worry about is whether (y/n) is making a similar fate for herself.  Imagine what could come out of such a combination of genes ...'

'Girls, come on, okay?'  said the silent so far, your cousin Bea, Patryk's partner. 'We are glad that (y/n) has found such a companion. Without him, it would be really hard for us, you Ellen would still be a slave to the savages without his help.

'Yes, yes, I don't mind him, absolutely! I just wonder if he might accidentally kill (y/n) during intercourse.

'Don't worry, he's very gentle,' you snapped.

'Haaa! You confessed!' Ellen screamed.

'What? Wait! I meant the general delicacy, as you can see for yourself that he is very.... oh fuck you ...'

They all started giggling involuntarily. Questions rang out about his penis, how you two kiss, and how far you've come, but you didn't answer. Only the red cheeks were against you.

***

You were happy and your happiness grew day by day. Your entire community has regained its optimism. Everyone... except maybe your uncle and a few of his henchmen, were smiling and hopefully looking to the future. The days passed quietly, you were visiting Othiel from time to time for exhilarating moments together, sometimes he would come to your hideout. There were times when he stayed overnight, sleeping with you, of course. You decided that there was no point in hiding intimacy between you two since everyone knew about it anyway. Aunt Samantha insisted that he live with you permanently, but you weren't ready for that yet, and you didn't even offer him that option.

One evening, as you were lying together on your bedding (to fit, Othiel had to tuck the legs on and you put yours on his, you slept in that position usually), muttering soft words to each other, there was a terrible noise. Othiel jumped up faster than you thought, and he was gone. You slid off the bed and followed him towards the main entrance of the hideout, from where raised voices were already coming. On the way, others joined you, also awakened by the noise.

When you reached the main hall you saw a rather unexpected sight. Othiel stood over the guards lying on the floor. One of them was wounded. Next to them were forced wings of the front door, and on the opposite pole of the entrance stood three masked and armed Yautja.

They were speaking in their own language, clearly addressing Othiel, but he did not reply. He leaned over the guards, helped them to their feet, and then stood straight up, gazing hard at the newcomers. You were concerned that some kind of brawl would result, and you decided to cut in. You stepped out of the crowd and walked over to Othiel, standing by his side.

Yautja looked at you and took up arms immediately, but it was enough that Othiel growled hollowly and they restrained themselves.

'To what do we owe such a late visit?' You asked calmly. Yautja seemed surprised. The largest one, with red skin, approached, peeled off his mask and looked at you closely, then looked at Othiel and said something in their language.

'I would prefer her to understand what we are talking about.' Othiel replied. 'Especially since she asked you a question, so be kind enough to answer it.'

Red Yautja turned to you with a slight bow. 'Forgive me, I didn't know ... We came sensing our kinsman in this place. A place full of people. We thought you might be imprisoning him.'

'You see he's here voluntarily, so you can go now and not scare my people.'

'Yes, of course.'

Suddenly another Yautja spoke, his skin like coffee and milk in the gloom of the corridor. Their voices echoed as low and hoarse as Othiel's. 'But, are you even aware of what your relationship can lead to?' 

Othiel growled again, but this time you silenced him with a wave of your hand. 'I don't understand...'

'I feel you are close, but not yet connected ... so you still have a chance to withdraw....'

'What is he talking about?' Your uncle suddenly spoke up. Clearly, he wasn't the only one who wanted to ask the question. There was a slight commotion among the rest of the camp. You preferred Yautja not to answer, you didn't want to discuss such personal matters in the forum.

'Why would I withdraw?' You asked quickly, hoping that your uncle's question would be ignored.

'Othiel apparently didn't tell you that he is... something like a prince in our world.' 

Your eyes nearly popped out of sight. 'Who is he?'

'She doesn't know anything!' Snapped the tallest Yautja, turning to Othiel. 'You cannot involve her in such a situation without her consent!'

'I don't want to involve her in anything,' your companion growled menacingly. 

'Your trick will fail!'

'It's not a trick.'

 You and the rest of the people just stared at Yautja's argument, which lasted a good few minutes, with no idea what they were talking about. Soon you got tired of it.

'Okay, enough, gentlemen. Someone explains it all to me right now, maybe ... maybe let's go and sit alone somewhere?'

'No! Not alone!' The uncle's voice came again. 'It applies to us too! We have a right to know. Explain to us everything here and now.'

'You have nothing to say here, fool!' Yautja that had remained silent until now hissed at him. He has greenish skin and was the slimmest of them all. 'The princess will decide.'

'What princess?' You groaned tiredly. 

Othiel answered you. 'You. He means you.'

***

Everything went to hell. 

And it could have been so beautiful.

Because Othiel chose you as his companion, you became inviolable to other Yautja. That was their law. Not only that, if you are in danger, they should protect you. In addition, Othiel was a prince, so you automatically became a princess and had certain rights. 

Yautja had matriarchy and you immediately became as important to the community, even more, important than Othiel. And that was fine ... You could protect your people with one word, and that couldn't be done by Othiel himself... 

But unfortunately, this was not the end of the revelation. The most shocking news, Yautja offered you at the end.

You were sitting by the fire, almost all the people, you and Yautja. Othiel was sitting right next to you, you could feel his tension growing as his people were explaining everything to you.

'If you and Othiel connect in a love act, exchange a seed,' said the tallest of them, the red one.  'Well then, whether you want to or not, you will become queen. This is our sacred law. There are no females here at the moment and there is a kind of anarchy. It is a new world for us, and in such a case, when one of the princes appears on it, his chosen one automatically becomes the mistress of this world and the mistress of all Yautja there. Unfortunately, species has nothing to do with it...'

You couldn't believe it. Just like that, you were going to be queen ... It was sick, unbelievable, impossible ... You looked at Othiel. 'Why didn't you tell me before?'

'I didn't want to scare you.' 

'That's why we never ...? You were not afraid of their reaction ... you were afraid of mine! How will I react when you tell me that I have to rule and share!'

Othiel just nodded.

'Am I getting this right? If our (y/n) allows this monster to possess her, will she be able to rule all of you?' Uncle interjected. You didn't like him talking so freely about it.  'Will you have to listen to her?'

'Yes.' Othiel admitted as the other Yautja did not rush to answer. 'Every word she says will be sacred to all Yautja, not just only to me, as it is now.'

'Then what are you waiting for, you stupid girl? You could send them all away long ago! You are bragging that you are helping us so much because you have some control over this creature, but you could really help the whole world ... And in our eyes, you are a whore already, so it won't make a difference if you...

At the moment, several things happened at once. Aunt Samantha hit him with the ladle she was holding in her hand. Probably had been making a soup for the next day, while this all happened.  Your parents rose indignantly from their seats, same as most of the people and Ellen screamed, 'Someone gag that old goat!'.

But Yautja were the fastest. The blink of an eye was enough for Othiel to lunge at your uncle and lift him up, holding his clothes. The other Yautja stood around, blades pointed at him. There was total silence. Everyone stared at the scene in horror. 'Insulting females is punishable by death in our world.' The red Yautja announced.

'This is not your world,' squeaked clearly terrified uncle. 

'But our rights.'

'Enough. Let him go.' you called. The Yautja departed at once, except Othiel. 'Othiel ...' you said emphatically. You didn't move, you knew you didn't have to.

'He hates you, (y/n) ... I don't know why, but I feel he just can't stand you ...'

'That's really sad' You cut him off. 'But he has the right to hate me. Now leave him and come back here, we have a few more important details to discuss.

Othiel obey your will, let Julius go, setting him brutally on the ground, but he did not fail to send him a blood-curdling glance. He joined you by the fire, but this time your father grabbed the uncle by the clothes and began to drag him behind. 'Now I'll talk to you. 'Your mother and Aunt Samantha followed, second one still holding the ladle. 

You ignored it. You had other things to clear up. 'Okay, look, I don't want to become a queen.' You turned to the Yautja. 'But to tell you the truth, you give me little choice. Now ... if I ask you now to leave our planet and leave us alone, will you listen?'

'Even if we did obey, your current position does not oblige us to obey such orders.' Replied the green one. 'You can decide about your group, protect it, and some specific areas. But you can't order us to go, any more than you can order us to stop hunting. Even if you wish, already as queen, that we leave Earth... you will have to go with us, along with Othiel. You have to be with Yautja, to be Yautja queen.'

You nodded sadly. You didn't have the slightest desire to save the world, but it seemed that you would have to. 'I see. Okay, gentlemen, it was nice to have you here, but I think I need some time to think now. If you have nowhere to go, you can stay here for the night, but I would ask you not to hang around in the hideout, so as not to scare my people ...'

'We  will leave.' informed the red one.

'Then I say goodbye to you. ' You bowed slightly to them. 'Remember not to hunt in these areas and warn any other Yautja encountered. Othiel will escort you to the exit.'

Before anyone tried to stop you, you went to the basement, to your safe corner, where you could think about everything. On the way, you passed your screaming parents and uncle, but didn't pay too much attention to them, focused on the destination. 

Everything about you was screaming that you don't want to, can't be the queen. Your mind was already beginning to arrange speeches to Othiel to leave you and look for someone else who would have the courage to save this planet. You felt that you were about to go into escape mode. You'll start racing, farther away, until finally some other Yautja who doesn't know about your position yet hunt you, or the savages catches you. 

You suspected that people would start to pressure you because it is a waste of time, there is nothing to wait for ... Well, you could just export Yautja away and forbid you to come back, but ... you didn't want to leave Earth. Besides, on what basis would this world be rebuilt, after all, what happened? Maybe it would be even worse. Maybe at some point, people would start blaming you for everything. About the whole situation ... Who knows...You had a lot to think about before you made your final decision.

***

After escorting his kin to the exit and saying goodbye quite dryly to them, Othiel was not sure if he should also go away. At least for a while, to give (y/n) time to think.

Sadly, all had to turn out so unfortunate. He wanted (y/n) to gradually learn about it. That it would not come as a shock to her, that she would not feel any compulsion. Meanwhile, her whole community found out with her, it's hard not to feel pressure in this situation. Plus, it must have come as a shock to her. Maybe she thought it was a trick on his part. That he wants to play something this way ...

He sighed heavily, still whining at the door. There was only one guard standing there. The second was given time off after a flying door cut his arm open. 

'It didn't go your way, huh? asked the guard. 

'Unfortunately...'

'Don't worry, things will work out somehow. As for me, (y/n) doesn't have to be a queen, she has already done a lot for us. She's not a saviour to save the world, is she?'

What the male guard said was uplifting, but Othiel still wasn't sure what to do. Maybe (y/n) didn't want to see him right now. But he wanted so much to see her, see how she felt ...

He walked down the corridor, where on the way he encountered the still intensely talking (y/n)'s parents along with her aunt and uncle. They did not pay much attention to him, so he passed by indifferently and went to the sleeping quarters, and then straight to the corner where his chosen one slept. 

She was lying on her bedding, turned back to him, she seemed to be asleep. He was about to back off when he heard her soft voice. 

'Would you come here finally?'

She didn't have to repeat it. He literally jumped onto the bedding beside her, hugging her tightly. She pressed her back against his chest and stroked the arm around her. 

'We made a mess here ...'

Othiel clicked his fangs softly, 'I'm sorry you found out like that....' 

'Do not worry. I understand that this is not how you planned it. You probably wanted me to know everything from you and in time ... I don't want to be queen at all ... but I don't blame you for not saying it right away.' 

'Fortunately! I was afraid you would hate me now. That you will think I have deceived you.'  

'You must be kidding, nobody can hate you.'  She laughed, but it somehow fell out. 

Othiel hugged her tighter. 'Imagine, that many people hate me.' 

'Only because they don't know you as well as I do.' 

He brushed his jaw against her temple, his hand slowly lowered over her breast. She smiled a little, it was a good sign. For a moment he caressed her through the material of the thick sweatshirt she always put on when she went to sleep.

'I don't think we should ... not here ...' she moaned softly, but they both knew it was too late. Othiel ran his lower jaw through her hair, relishing the intensity of his action on her. He slipped his hand under the cloth and ran over her stomach, going lower and lower.

'Othiel ... I don't ...'

'Just don't be too loud.'

'Easy to say,' she gasped, then pressed her face against the pillow to muffle a groan.

Othiel dreamed of making love to her in the full sense of the word, to be in her, to feel with all of himself how she was coming and also to come in her. These visions sent wonderful shivers down his spine, stimulating him like nothing else.Unfortunately, for now, only the dexterity of his fingers had to be enough.

'Good night, Othiel.' She whispered a few moments later, with a blissful smile on her face.

'Good night, (y/n)... And... how do you say it? I love you.'

'I know, I love you too, Ottie. And how do you say it?'

'We are one ... or you and I are one.'

He felt more than saw that he was smiling again. 'Very nice too.'