by Luna Hunter
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, completely besides myself now. “Yes, that’s what I want.”
“Then scream my name as you come, Eileen,” he growls possessively, his fingers digging into my skin as his tongue flicks my clit.
“Oh, IBALEN!” I scream without a care in the world as pure pleasure explodes inside of me, the overpowering waves reaching every fiber of my being.
In that moment I feel so safe, so happy, so pure.
When I open my eyes, the sight of Ibalen’s hard, throbbing cock sends a jolt of adrenaline straight through my frame.
Am I really going to take… that big, alien cock?
Gulp.
Yes. Yes, I am.
I sit upright and reach out for Ibalen’s member, my fingers barely wrapping around his girth. I can’t help but lean forward and place soft kisses all over his cock, nuzzling my cheeks against it.
I love the warmth, the throbbing, the raw power that this alien warrior simply exudes.
Ibalen doesn't even give me the opportunity to orally worship him. He pushes me onto my back, his strong hands grabbing hold of my thighs as he places his massive cock at my entrance.
All I can do is watch, open-mouthed, as he rubs the colorful head of his Kaizon cock up and down my wet folds. Every touch overwhelms me with pleasure, and its a struggle just to keep my eyes open.
I don't want to miss a single glimpse of this moment, though.
“Do it,” I find myself whispering. “Please.”
Ibalen leans down and kisses me deeply, his horns pressing against my forehead, his tongue enchanting me as he thrusts his hips forwards.
His cock enters me.
And just like that, I am his, body and soul. The feeling of his ridged hardness filling me up, inch by incredible inch, is simply unbelievable. I have never been this full, never felt this amazing before.
Thankfully the warrior takes it slow. His tongue explores my mouth as my body adjusts to his thick, alien cock. My legs hook around his waist, and I never want to let him go. I want his moment to last a lifetime.
He bottoms out inside of me with a deep, low growl, and to my own shock I find myself coming on his throbbing cock from the penetration alone. Every pulse of his two hearts I feel, every vein and every ridge brings me higher and higher, and all I see is stars.
“I love the look on your face,” he growls into my ear. “You are mine now, Eileen, mine and mine alone.”
“Yes,” I find myself moaning, my back arching, my toes curling, my entire body his to enjoy and explore. “Fill me, Ibalen, give me a baby!”
I can feel a current run through his body, a jolt of electricity that heads straight for his cock and makes it swell up even more. “Yes,” he breathes, “Yes, I will knock you up, my mate! I will fill you with my seed!”
“Do it, yes, oh my god yes!”
His hips turn into a blur, and my world along with it. As far as I'm concerned, we are alone in the universe. There's only me and him, his alien cock and my human pussy, our bodies as one, fitting together perfectly.
We were meant for each other.
The feeling of Ibalen jack-hammering himself into me triggers a tidal wave of orgasms, every thrust setting one off, and I am lost in a sea of pleasure.
With a deep, low roar that makes the earth itself shake Ibalen comes deeply inside of me. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he marks me as his, his cock swelling up intensely a moment before unloading his potent, alien seed deep into my fertile womb.
Somehow my mouth finds his, and I kiss him deeply, my hands resting on his neck as his cock throbs over and over, filling me with more cum than I ever thought possible.
I wish this moment could last forever. I have never been happier, never been more satisfied than I am now, gazing into his beautiful eyes, the proof of our love still fresh, his cock still inside of me...
If only...
Chapter 11
IBALEN
The smell wakes me up.
And unfortunately, it’s not the scent of sex, of Eileen’s wonderful body, of our union that wakes me from my slumber.
No, it’s the smell of Kaizon.
The smell of a prince. A royal bastard who is about to meet his end.
The memories of last night fade away. I felt so alive, so at peace, so fucking happy, but now my instincts kick in. My training. The essence of who I am.
A brute.
I push Eileen away. Her naked body is draped over mine, and it pains me to let her go. My mate’s eyes flutter open, and when she sees the look on my face, panic grips her. It’s as if she can read my mind.
“Stay with me,” she says. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll talk to them. We’ll work something out. Please, Ibalen. Stay here.”
Eileen opens her arms for me, and it would so easy to lie back down, to rest my horns upon her chest, to cuddle that soft frame of hers…
But that’s not who I am.
“No,” I growl. “Last night was… a mistake.”
Instantly, tears spring to my mate’s eyes, and I feel like shit. Pain grips my two hearts, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before, but this is the only way. I need to push her away — for her own good.
Loving me will only lead to pain. This human female needs to learn that, the sooner the better.
“Please, Ibalen, I’m begging you. Stop lying to me, and to yourself — I know you felt it too. The connection, the bond we share. Don’t tell me it’s a lie. You don’t need to be this man.”
“I am this man, this monster,” I growl, fire rising inside of me, the flames trying to quench the hurt, and failing miserably. My skin turns a darker shade of gray as my claws unsheathe. My battle rage is upon me, my emotions slipping out of my control. Even my twisting horns grow an extra inch.
“This is what I’ve always been. A warrior. Happiness was never meant for me.”
I stand up, push my shoulders back, and exit our little makeshift hut, leaving Eileen, and the possibility of a happy life together, behind me.
Forever.
EILEEN
I don’t get it.
I thought I got through to him. The words he spoke to me last night, the bond we have… or had… argh. I don’t know what to think anymore.
My mind races like mad, playing everything that has happened back to me. I look for a clue, anything I did wrong. Was it something I said?
The pain in the pit of my stomach is so great that I can’t even think straight anymore. All I can do is curl up into a ball and cry, my tears getting the best of me.
“Please, Ibalen, don’t go,” I say, ugly crying. “Please.”
I fell asleep last night thinking I had found my mate. That we had a future together, one filled with babies and snuggling and…
I feel so foolish now. Ibalen walks out of my life, his large frame barely visible through my tears, and all I feel is this immense, overpowering pain.
And then I hear Febakur’s voice.
I can’t sit here and cry — I have to do something. Diffuse the situation. Broker peace. A tough job, but someone’s got to do it.
And that someone’s got to be me.
IBALEN
“It’s you.”
Febakur looks at me, his lips a thin line, hatred burning in his eyes. His scars are my doing. More proof that I’m a monster.
“I hoped to never see you again, yet here you are,” he growls.
“Good to see you too, Febakur,” I say with a snarl.
“Where is the human?! I swear, if you hurt her, I will kill you a thousand times over.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I say.
All he has to do is take two steps forward, and the prince will fall right into my trap. His eyes are set on me, his body burning with hatred — he’s not thinking straight, blinded by his anger.
The royal family has always been quick to anger and easy to manipulate.
“I’m here!” Eileen calls out. She hurries out of the hut, still fastening her clothes as
she runs towards us. Her voice cuts through me like a knife, and I take a deep breath just to steady myself. I wish she didn’t have to see this, but I’ve made my choice.
The Kaizon’s eyes go wide. “Did he hurt you?!”
“N-no, I’m fine, really,” Eileen says. “Let’s talk, please.”
Febakur chuckles coldly. “There’s no talking with this traitor. You know how many men died because of his actions? Good, honest men? I will NEVER talk to him. I will dole out justice and take his head.”
“See?” I say softly to my mate.
Even after the choice I’ve made, I still see her as my mate. I can’t help it. When my eyes land on her, my hearts flutter. It won’t last long. When she sees my true nature, I’m sure she will hate me. Just like father, just like the princes, just like everyone else.
“The decision has already been made. Go back to the hut. You don’t have to see this.”
“You are wrong,” she pleads. “You still have a choice.”
“No.” I shake my head. “My path is clear — and it brings me back to Kysus. Febakur, how do I reopen the gate? How do I bring our people here, to this world that you have hidden from our people?!”
“I will never tell you that, Ibalen. I will die before I tell you a damn thing.”
“That can be arranged. You know I’m stronger than you, Febakur. Don’t be a hero.”
“My death will change nothing,” he says. “My brothers will avenge me.”
“Please, think about Dev,” Eileen says, tears streaking down her face. “Please.”
“I am,” Febakur says coldly. “We must all make sacrifices to protect the world from evil — evil like Ibalen De’Riv.”
“He’s not evil,” she says. “He’s just…”
“Look at my scars!” Febakur growls angrily. “Look what he has done! I can rattle off all the names of the good men that died because of this traitor’s actions. I do not know what he has told you, Eileen, or what you think you know, but you do not know this man. He is evil. And evil must be vanquished.”
“No, please,” she sobs. “Please, don’t say that, I can change him, I can…”
“Is that what you were doing?!” I roar. “You think you can change me? No. I am a brute, I always have been, I always will be. And this brute will lead the people of Kysus here, I will usher in a new golden age!”
“You don’t understand, do you?!” Febakur spits. “Saving our kind is exactly what we’ve been trying to do all this time.”
“Bullshit!” I say. “You’ve been hiding females from us all this time. Good, fertile mates.”
I decide to lean into my brutish nature, and reach down and grab a fistful of Eileen’s ass.
“I already had a taste,” I snarl, daring Febakur to make a move. “If the ancestors will it, she is already pregnant with my child.”
“You bastard,” he says, his eyes turning red with hatred. “You hurt her, didn’t you?! I will kill you for this!”
The Kaizon prince charges forwards. The ground parts underneath his feet and he flails in the air helplessly before tumbling down, accompanied by a pitiful growl. Sharpened stakes await him at the bottom of my trap.
It is done.
“How could you?!” Eileen says. “You had a choice!” She shoves me and runs away, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Silence, human,” I say, the words hurting me even as I force them out.
I’ve been waiting for this moment all of my life. I thought this victory would make me happy, but all I feel is…
Pain.
Pain, and regret. Like a smothering blanket covering me whole.
Every second my eyes rest on the human female, the pain grows and grows, until it’s all I feel. This emotion, it’s a weakness. A liability. It must be repressed.
I avert my eyes and take a deep breath. I can retrace Febakur’s steps, follow his scent, and that will lead me to the prince’s hideout. I will no doubt find the passage to Kysus there.
The time of Ibalen De’Riv has come.
I set off, leaving the mewling human, and what little remains of my two hearts, behind me.
Forever.
Chapter 12
EILEEN
I’m so emotional I can barely see straight. I collapse into a heap of tears, feeling so many things at once I think I’m going to be sick.
How could Ibalen do that?
All this time, I thought we had a connection, that we had something real, something that mattered, and in the end…
In the end, I’ve been foolish. I’ve been that stupid, lovestruck girl I always promised myself I’d never be. I’d never let a man hurt me. I’d never let a man change me.
So why did I give Ibalen the opportunity to hurt me to my very core?! He warned me plenty of times that he was a beast, but I… I was cocky. I thought I knew better than him.
And right now I’m paying the price for it.
I can’t believe it, but actions speak louder than words. The man I thought was my mate has made his choice, and now I’ve got to live with it. He robbed my best friend of her mate, and that I just cannot forgive.
A distant groan wakes me from my pity party. Febakur! I rush to the hole in the ground, where the warrior is climbing out, bleeding profusely.
“I thought you were dead,” I stammer as I grab his arm and help him out. “I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay,” he winces. “It’ll take more than a few puncture wounds to stop me.”
Despite his big words, Febakur lies down on his back and breathes heavily. Blood seeps out of his armor, and the sight turns my stomach.
“Are you sure?”
“I think one stake punctured my lung, but I’ve got a few to spare. Stupid. I should have realized Ibalen was scheming, but I was too angry, and that let him control me. And now he’s gone.”
Febakur turns to me. “Are you okay, Eileen? Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine,” I lie. I’ve got a big, gaping, emotional wound, but there’s nothing Febakur can do about that. It will have to heal naturally. Perhaps in a few decades it won’t sting as much.
“We were all worried sick about you,” he says. “Belinda especially. She felt awful for leaving you behind. She was in such a panic that she got lost on the way home, which is why I’m here so late. My apologies.”
“No, I’m the one that is sorry. I thought that if Ibalen just got to know me, that he would come around, but… I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Ibalen’s a manipulator,” Febakur growls. “Don’t beat yourself up. Using people is what he does.”
I know Febakur means well, but his words still anger me all the same. That’s still my mate he’s talking about!
“Where are the others?” I ask. “Surlok, Kerax?”
“We all spread out to look for you,” Febakur answers. “A risky choice, but we wanted to find you as soon as possible.”
“So no one’s back at the cabin?”
“Only Vuka.”
Febakur sits up straight. The bleeding has stopped, much to my surprise. The warrior notices me looking, and pulls his armor to the side to show me his wound is already healing. “We Kaizon are made for battle after all,” he says. “We wouldn’t be very good at it if a single wound takes us out of commission, right?”
The alien warriors keep amazing me. Even when you think you know everything about them, something new still pops up that reminds you just how strange, alien, and dangerous these warriors truly are.
“We must head back to the cabins,” Febakur says. “And pray to the ancestors we get there in time…”
IBALEN
With every step I take, my conscience gnaws at me. Eileen gave me love. And I threw it all away.
Even after I baited Febakur into that trap, even after I left him there to die, she was still willing to show me kindness.
Kindness I don’t deserve.
I’ve proven to her a dozen times over that I’m a monster. Why won’t she take the hint?! It’s all I a
m. All that has ever been expected of me, and so that’s all I’ve been.
Why would now be any different?
I have to forget her.
Before the pain drives me mad.
Chapter 13
IBALEN
There it is.
The human/Kaizon campsite. A few wooden cabins dot the landscape. The air is still. I could still turn away now, and prevent the coming bloodshed…
But no. I made my choice.
I have already lost Eileen. Nothing else matters to me more. I might just charge wildly ahead, take all of the princes on at the same time. Perhaps they’d kill me. Perhaps they’d release me from my misery.
Perhaps that’s what I want.
Slowly I unsheathe my claws. My tongue glides past my fangs, eager for the taste of Kaizon blood.
Yes, I will make my last stand here. I will either emerge victorious, and lead my people to greatness, or I will die violently. Either one sounds good to me.
The door to the large cabin opens. My eyes narrow as two shapes appear in the doorway.
I recognize the large one right away. I could never forget the horns of that pretender, the one who calls himself King of the Kaizon…
Vukaror.
Bile fills my throat. He’s the one I’ve always competed with, the one my father always compared me to, the one that stands in the way of progress.
No more. I will gut him here, right where he stands, in front of his… his… wife… and child. His wife and child.
Wife and child.
That human woman he is standing next to is his mate, undoubtedly. He’s got his arm wrapped around her protectively, and they speak in soft whispers. She glances up and smiles, color rising to her cheeks, as Vukaror stares in the distance, looking for danger.
Looking for me.
And what she’s got wrapped in her arms is… a child.
A part human, part Kaizon child. Unmistakable. He’s got Vukaror’s horns, but her soft, human features.
