by Luna Hunter
When she’s fallen asleep I kiss the top of her head, drinking in her lovely scent.
When I wake up the next morning, Sarah is still sleeping soundly on top of me. I’ve never slept so well, so peaceful before. I run my hand down her warm, soft body, and she purrs when I do so.
I can’t resist cupping her ass in my hands. My fingers touch her warm, naked skin, and it feels every bit as good I imagined it would.
My cock responds, quickly growing in size. It presses against Sarah’s stomach, and in her sleep, her hand moves to my body, her fingers wrapping themselves around my hardness.
Involuntarily I groan when she touches me.
“Mmm,” she moans in her sleep, shifting her body to the side so she can run her fingers up and down my length.
As much as I’m enjoying these sensations, I think she ought to be awake for this.
“Sarah?” I growl.
“Yeah?” she asks, groggily opening her eyes. Then, when she realizes what she’s holding in the palm of her hand, her eyes grow as big as saucers. She jumps out of the bed, letting go of my cock as if were a hot stove.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “I’m so sorry! I was dreaming, and…”
“Nothing to be sorry about,” I laugh.
The blanket has been pulled to the side when Sarah got out of bed, exposing my naked, sculpted body to Sarah’s big, blue eyes.
She’s staring wide-eyed at my cock. The purple head is glistening with pre-cum. Sarah clutches both her hands to her breast, her breathing short and rapid as she gazes at my greatness.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, or more sexy than Sarah with her hair all tussled. Her t-shirt barely going past her curvy hips, and I can’t help but lick my lips as I study her many fine features.
Time to take this a step further.
“You awoke the beast,” I growl as I grab the base of my cock and squeeze it. My purple member is standing straight up, the veins running up the length throbbing like a predator.
“You ought to finish what you started.”
“I, I, I…” Sarah stammers. Her eyes are locked onto my greatness. In sleep, her body has betrayed her. She wants me as much as I want her, but there’s something holding her back.
I need my release, and seeing her big blue eyes worship my cock only makes me harder.
“Want me to finish the job?” I ask.
She nods breathlessly, biting her bottom lip.
I slowly stroke myself, my eyes devouring her curvy frame. One hand holds the base of my cock while the other one works the length.
“Take off your shirt,” I command.
Her eyes snap open, finding mine. There’s shock, fear, and arousal in her big blues.
Did I push her too far?
Her hands move down her frame… and grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, exposing her nearly naked body to me.
Her breasts, so round, so full, make my cock throb even harder. Her nipples are standing at attention, just begging to be touched, to be kissed, to be sucked.
Her fingers move to her breasts, squeezing them as she watches my body, my own hands a blur as I stroke myself.
Sarah’s eyes are glazed over with lust, and her tongue wets her lips.
No, I didn’t push her too far — if anything, I’m not pushing her far enough. I can smell her arousal, her wants, her needs, the intoxicating scent driving me wild with primal lust.
I must taste her.
“Now take off your panties,” I growl, my voice low and passionate.
Without a second’s hesitation her thumbs hook into her panties and she pulls them down, as if she was waiting for my command.
I can see her pussy glistening from here, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Come here.”
She inches towards me painstakingly slow, her eyes locked to my hardness every step of the way. When she’s close enough I grab her ass with one firm hand and pull her towards me. She yelps, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
Without warning, I lean in and bury my face between her legs. I inhale her scent, so sweet, so alluring, so tasty, and a thrill runs down my spine, a jolt of electricity that goes right down to the big, sensitive head of my cock.
“Oh god,” Sarah gasps, her hands moving down towards my neck.
I kiss her pussy, dragging my tongue across her wet lips. Her clit is throbbing, swollen, and aching for my touch. Every time my tongue strokes it her entire body shivers, her knees buckling, a soft moan leaving her lips.
Every tremble of her legs, every sound she makes causes my cock to throb harder. I grab her hand and guide it towards my hard member.
She can barely wrap her fingers around my massive girth. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, with my face buried in her delicious cunt.
I grab her ass with both of my hands and devour her, my tongue entering her, exploring, tasting. I tongue her clit rhythmically, and from her quickening breath I know she’s getting closer and closer to release.
In one smooth movement I grab her waist, lift her up, and plant her pussy right on my face. She falls forward, surprised, resting her palms on my thighs for support.
I drown myself in her scent, in her wet, tasty, lovely cunt. I bury my tongue inside of her, my cock throbbing with every beat of my heart, adrenaline pumping through every vein in my body.
I’ve never felt this alive, this fucking good before. Not even the high of a fight, of a dominant victory compares. It’s not even close.
She wraps her hands around my cock, her lips resting against the side of my shaft, dragging her tongue down my length.
“Oh Kazim,” she moans when I flick my tongue against her thumping clit.
I’m going to give her the best fucking orgasm of her life.
I double down on my efforts, my hands holding her ass. There’s no where for her to escape to. She’s completely mine.
“I’m, I’m, I’M COMING!”
Sarah leans forwards and wraps her mouth around the head of my cock as she comes. I can feel her moan around my hardness, her moans muffled by the large, Zoran cock in her mouth. Her entire body trembles in pleasure. She tries to scoot away but I hold her tightly, keeping my expert tongue buried deep inside of her.
I keep kissing and licking her until she begs and pleads for me to stop, a full minute later, her nails clawing at my powerful legs. With two hands I grab her waist and turn her around, so that she is straddling me. I gaze up at the beautiful image that’s in front of me.
Sarah’s hair its tussled, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising with every deep breath.
I’ve never seen anything better.
I grab her neck and pull her in close, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She welcomes me with a moan, completely surrendering her body to me. My other hand moves down and aligns my cock with her entrance.
I thrust my hips upwards, and a moment later, the head of my cock slips into Sarah’s wet cunt.
I’m inside of her.
The feeling is indescribable.
This is what I’ve wanted to do since the moment I first laid eyes on her. From that fateful moment in the hallway of the Spearhead onward, I’ve wanted to bury every rock-hard inch of my Zoran cock deeply inside of her.
But, I’ve held back.
I’ve controlled my urges.
I could have taken her countless times before. Torn her clothes off and made her mine. Yet, I stopped myself. I needed to prove to her that I’m worthy. That I’m more than a wild animal.
That self-control stops right here.
Now, I’m going to show her much of a beast I can really be.
With our lips touching, our tongues entwined, I push my hips up and force very last inch of my big cock into her. Sarah moans and trembles as I fill her up, inch by inch.
“I can’t,” she groans.
“You can,” I growl. “And you will. You are mine.”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Say it.”
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“I am yours,” she moans, her eyes closed, a wanton smile on her lips. “I am yours!”
My hands move to her hips, grabbing a tight hold of her. I pause for a second, savoring the feeling of being completely inside of her. Inside of Sarah. My mate.
Our bodies fit together perfectly. We are as one.
I push her down, forcing her down onto my hardness, and she screams out my name. I lean up and bite her shoulder, my teeth sinking into her skin as I bounce her up and down my hard cock.
My fingers sink into her ass, our hips becoming a blur. Time seems to slow, as the world around us disappears. Our bodies are the only things in existence. Sarah is my world, my entire universe.
“Come inside me,” she moans into my ear. “I want your cum!”
Yes.
Yes, I’m going to fill my mate with my seed.
Pump her full.
Fill her up.
Claim her as mine.
I lean forward and bury my face in her breasts, forcing her down on every inch of cock with one hard final push before I explode deep inside of her. I come so hard I see stars, my mouth finding her hard nipples, our bodies, our souls themselves feeling as one.
When my cock stops twitching, having pumped my mate full of my cum, Sarah collapses on top of me, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Good morning,” she chuckles as her open palms rest on my broad chest. “Oh my god, that was… spectacular.”
I kiss her neck, my hands roaming her naked form. I never want this moment to end. If it was up to me, we’d never leave this tiny bunkbed.
And then the intercom beeps, and we’re roused from our fantasy world. Trouble is coming our way, and in our current state, naked, exhausted, we’re far from ready.
12
Sarah
Damn.
I can’t believe I just had sex.
With a big, blue alien warrior, of all people!
The seed that’s inside me right now is definite proof that yes, it did just happen.
My first time, and it was with the biggest, strongest, manliest man I’ve ever seen. And what a time it was!
I was afraid that it would hurt, that his massive member would never fit inside of me, but our bodies are made for each other. It took me some getting used to at first, but the feeling when he completely filled me was indescribable.
Every fiber of my being was focused on him. Normally I have countless thoughts running through my head, but while he was inside of me, I was completely in the moment. All my fears just disappeared instantly.
I know one thing’s for sure…
This is not going to be my last time.
I rest my head on his chest, feeling his heart race. I am a sweaty mess, but I don’t care. I want to savor this moment for as long as possible.
And then the intercom beeps, rousing me from my thoughts, interrupting our moment.
“Approaching planet,” the system’s automated voice says.
“We need to get ready,” I say.
Kazim nods.
I kiss his chest, taking in his manly scent one last time before I get up. I hop into the shower, letting the hot water clear the distinctive sex smell away.
My knees are still trembling, and I have to rest my back against the wall. If I had known Kazim was this good, I wouldn’t have been so stubborn all this time…
In the meantime Kazim has whipped up a hearty meal, which we eat together once I’m freshly showered and changed. We sit at the helm, watching the big, grey planet looming up in the distance.
Neither of us can’t stop smiling.
The planet in front of us is gigantic, as grey as a stormy cloud, and seemingly devoid of an atmosphere. There’s a single structure on the surface — a massive dome, with many ships constantly coming and going. It’s partly obscured by a thick black smog that hangs around the planet, and as we get closer our vision turns dark, the black residue sticking to the windows.
Our com crackles for a moment, and we’re directed to a certain port.
According to our scanners, a barrage of fighters are waiting for us there, their weapons primed on us. Too late to turn back now.
Here it goes. First contact.
I reach for Kazim’s hand, and he squeezes mine.
“I’ll protect you,” he grows, as if he’s reading my mind.
The doors opens with a hiss. I’m squeezing Kazim’s hand so hard my knuckles are turning white. Anything could be waiting for us behind these metal doors.
Alien slavers. Murderers. Rapists.
I curse Captain Ferguson under my breath. If he had just stuck to the schedule, I would have never been in this position. Putting my own life on the line to save his sorry ass.
And Ava, and everyone else on board, of course. I’m doing this for them.
The doors open, and two mysterious figures await us. I have to bite my bottom lip to stop from gasping out loud when I see what they look like.
They are six feet tall, and humanoid in shape — except their skin is so pale it’s almost translucent. Their hair is long and white, pulled into a ponytail that falls past their waist. The aliens are wearing golden plated armor, which is decadently adorned.
However, what draws my attention the most is their eyes.
They are pure white, and ghastly looking.
“Vielkone.”
I look at Kazim, but he just shrugs. Guess he doesn’t speak this strange, alien tongue either. I point at my ears and raise my shoulders, trying to convey the message that I have no idea what they just said.
I hope shrugging is not offensive to them…
The strange aliens look at each other, sigh, and then reach into their pockets. The one on the right hands me a small device, and I recognize it instantly. An auto-translator! Despite the fact that I’ve never read about these aliens in any textbook, they are definitely technically advanced.
Kazim and I both place the device inside our ears.
“Welcome to the Nezdek Czardom,” the one on the left says. “I am Torm Erran, and this is Farim Terula. You may bow.”
Kazim looks at me, and I know exactly what he’s thinking: He bows for no man. Unfortunately, we’re not really in a position to be making demands right about now.
I give the alien lords a polite bow, and with my eyes, plead Kazim to do the same. He gives the two of them a barely perceptible nod.
It’ll have to do.
“Thank you,” I say. “I am Sarah Granger, and this is Kazim.”
Erran frowns his bushy white eyebrows and turns to Kazim.
“You allow your slave to speak for you?” he says. “The nerve!”
I can’t believe my ears. Who do these space creeps think they are?! I’m my own woman! Before I get a chance to speak up, Kazim stops me with nothing but a glance.
Right, I grit through my teeth. We’re visitors to this world, we should respect their culture. Not force our own values on them.
That’s what they taught me in Alien Studies. They repeated the mantra ad infinitum. It all sounds nice and logical, until you’re faced with two pale aliens who consider you a slave unworthy of attention!
“What species is she?” Terula says. “Look at that bone structure! Very strange, yet alluring…”
The two aliens lord turn their white eyes toward me, and a shiver runs down my spine. I already have Kazim: the position for alien lover in my life has been filled. One’s more than enough, thank you very much.
“She’s human,” Kazim growls. “She’s beautiful, capable, and more importantly, she’s mine,” he says protectively as he places his arm around my shoulder.
“Of course,” Erran says. “Of course. You are Zoran, correct?”
Kazim nods.
“We have not met your kind before, yet your reputation precedes you. A fierce warrior race, renowned for their physical strength. I can see that you are worthy of your reputation, Zoran. Your arrival is most unexpected. Tell me, how may you serve the Czar?”
Thes
e guys are giving me seriously bad vibes. Being perfectly honest with them — oh, yeah, we’re stranded in space with no fuel and completely at your mercy, we were wondering if you could help us out — seems like a really bad idea.
“We are here to negotiate a deal,” Kazim says.
I’m glad we’re on the same page.
“And what can you offer?” the pale alien asks as he folds his hands.
“I’m not at liberty to say,” my alien lover says. “Take me to your leader.”
The two Nezdek exchange a glance, and I breathe a sigh of relief when they nod.
“Very well. Your presence intrigues me. I will request a presence with our Czar on your behalf. Allow me to guide you to your temporary quarters.”
“We’d like to await the Czar on our vessel,” Kazim says.
“Ah,” Erran says, “I am afraid it’s not a question, Zoran.”
Behind the two pale aliens I see more Nezdeks are waiting, carrying golden halberds. Silence fills the room, and the message is clear.
We’re de facto prisoners now.
I squeeze Kazim’s hand, urging him to say something… agreeable. Fear grips my heart and I half-expect him to start swinging. I wonder how many Nezdek he’ll be able to take down before they overpower us…
“Okay,” Kazim growls. “Lead the way.”
13
Kazim
The two pale aliens lead the way, their turquoise capes flowing behind them as they stride across the bustling market. A squad of guards flanks us on either side, twelve men in total, each one carrying a gold-plated halberd.
Hardly an effective weapon in these close quarters. I assume it’s meant more as a deterrent than an actual threat. The weapons are adorned with little flourishes and ornaments, and the same applies to the armor these Nezdek are wearing. Appearances matter to these aliens.
If push comes to shove, I could grab one halberd, break it in two, and carve us a way out, using the halberd-head as an axe. I might make it out, but I can’t risk Sarah’s life.
Above our heads is the giant dome we saw from outside, but the windows are stained black due to the smog outside, so we’re in fact coated in darkness. Artificial lights hanging down from the ceiling create small pockets of light, but the market is busy, dirty, and grimy.
