Passionate by Moonbeam

by Cynthia Sax

  “I fixed her damage,” Vern repeated. “She will wake at sunrise.” He glanced at the window. “We should exchange more sex. Warrior Miar Najazd will retrieve me soon.”

  “Oh.” Win glanced up at her big alien. “Come with me.” She took one of his hands, her fingers small, smooth and pale compared to his, as fragile as their relationship. They walked in silence to her room.

  “This bed is sufficient.” He nodded his approval.

  We’ll share my large bed. Win’s knees weakened, threatening to give out. “You likely want to freshen up.” She moved around the room. “There’s a bathroom here.” She flicked on the light. “If you want, you could take a shower.”

  “Did you fabricate lube?”

  “W-What?” Win blinked, certain she’d heard his question incorrectly.

  “I left the container in the vehicle.” Vern scowled. “I cannot claim your ass without lube. I am big and I will damage you.”

  Win lowered her gaze. The white bed sheet fluttered over his moving cock. “You would damage me,” she agreed, her mouth drying. “I have lube.” She rummaged through a drawer in the nightstand and removed the brand-new tube she’d purchased with Vern in mind.

  “I will claim your ass, my Win.” He grabbed the edge of his sheet and tugged, removing his makeshift toga, revealing his muscular body.

  “Isn’t your goal to continue the species?” Win shifted her weight from her right foot to her left foot, dancing in place, scared and titillated and nervous. He was large, larger than she’d ever taken. “Claiming my ass won’t result in offspring.”

  “Continuing the species is the goal of Silan Rulers.” Vern stroked his cock, excitingly open about his sexual needs. “Giving you pleasure is my goal.” He flexed, his muscles undulating, tempting her to touch them. “Claiming your ass will give both of us pleasure.”

  Win set the lube down on the bed, trusting him not to hurt her. “Thinking about you claiming my ass has certainly given me pleasure.” She fumbled with the buttons on her blazer, her excitement building. “When I touched myself during our chats, I envisioned your big cock filling me, your body covering mine, your sharp teeth grazing my shoulders.”

  Vern’s knuckles turned blue, his grip on his cock intensifying. “I will mark you so every male knows you are mine.”

  And then he’ll leave me. Win’s fingers trembled. “I’d love that.” She dropped her blazer to the floor and waited, her arms by her sides.

  “You are beautiful, my Win.” Vern gazed at her with a flattering hunger. “No female is as pale, as round as you are,” he declared as though being round was an attribute to be desired. “Your body is perfectly fabricated for fucking.” He stalked toward her.

  “When I see your wondrous breasts,” he cupped her curves and she jerked, a charge running through her form, “I wish to touch them.” He pulled her black lace bra downward, releasing her large breasts. “To suck them.” Vern dropped to his knees before her and fastened his thin lips to her right nipple.

  “Yes, suck them.” Win moaned, holding him to her breast, as he tugged and released, tugged and released, the pull felt down to her pussy. Vern treated her as thought she was a deity and he was her adoring follower, worshiping at the altar of her womanhood.

  He squeezed her left breast, rubbing her skin against his rough cheek ridges as he sucked her right nipple. She stroked her hands over his skull, exploring his features, memorizing them. When he left her, she’d document everything, every touch, every sound, every feeling, creating a record more personal than scientific of their brief time together.

  Vern switched breasts, lavishing her left breast with as much attention as he’d given its twin. Win arched against him, thrusting her curves deeper into his hot mouth.

  “Behave.” He nipped her sensitive skin and she cried out, stimulated by the flash of pain. Vern soothed the mark with the flat of his tongue and applied his lips to her abused nipple, sucking on her. She writhed, throbbing, burning, needing more, needing him.

  “Take me, my Vern.” Win fell backward onto the bed, breaking their connection. “The Silans could come for you at any time.” She wiggled out of her skirt, baring her entire body. “We don’t have any time to waste.” She gripped his shoulders, pulled him over her, his physique heavy and unrelentingly hard.

  He was a powerful being, a highly evolved predator with sharp teeth and protective body ridges, positioned at the top of his planet’s food chain. Win embraced him fearlessly, cradling him between her soft thighs, welcoming him into her body, knowing he would never harm her.

  Vern met her gaze, his eyes flooded with blue coloring. Understanding flared between them, their connection deepening, binding them together. He rocked, rubbing his shaft along her pussy lips, wetting his skin with her juices. She moaned, undulating under him, caressing him with her entire form, loving him with everything she had.

  Loving him. She froze, shocked into stillness by the revelation. I love him and he is destined to leave me.

  “I must claim your ass.” Vern, unaware of her inner turmoil, flipped her onto her stomach, handling her as though she weighed nothing.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, the sincerity in his voice making her believe in his words. To Vern, her generously sized ass was beautiful, a feature to be admired. He parted her ass cheeks and dripped lube into the valley, the coolness of the cherry-scented gel making her gasp.

  “Did I damage you?” Humor lightened his words.

  “Another lover might warm the lube first.” Win grinned into her pillow.

  “There will be no other lovers,” Vern growled, his tone thrillingly fierce. “You are mine, my Win.” He swirled his fingers around her puckered hole, spreading the lube.

  “For now,” she mumbled, her dread of tomorrow returning. “Once you leave, I’ll be alone and—”

  “You are mine for always.” Vern pushed one of his fingers inside her and Win sucked in her breath. “You will not be alone.” He buried the digit completely, the burn flaring from her ass to her pussy. “I will not leave you.” He rotated his finger, coating her anal passage with lube. “Ever.”

  She gripped the pillow, battling the urge to block his invasion. “Your Ruler won’t approve our bond.”

  “Ruler Arystokrata Nazwisko will not allow me to return to Sila with you,” Vern confirmed her worst fears. He added another finger, stretching her ass open.

  Win didn’t resist the invasion, all of the fight knocked out of her. “There are other females, more worthy scientists. You could claim one of them, bring her back to Sila.”

  “You are my druzka.” Vern removed his fingers, leaving her achingly empty. “I will not leave you.” The sound of skin smacking against skin echoed in the room.

  Win looked over her shoulder. Vern yanked on his cock, coating his shaft with hard rough strokes. “You’ll have to leave me,” she pointed out. “You can’t return to Sila with me.”

  He prodded her ass with his tip, and she instinctively clenched. “Then I will not return to Sila.”

  “What?” Shocked, Win stared at him, her body relaxing.

  Vern surged forward, filling her tight ass with his big cock, and she shrieked, more surprised than hurt. “Perfect.” He leaned over her and pressed his lips against her right shoulder, his body heat soothing her. “You are perfect, my Win.” He swirled his tongue over her skin. “I will never leave you, never allow another male to take my place.” He pushed deeper, pressing his hips against her ass cheeks. “This is my ass. I claim it as mine.”

  “You’d give up your planet for me.” She tilted her hips and he slid farther inside her. “I can’t allow you to do that.” His cock massaged her channel, the vibrations coaxing her body to loosen, to accept his girth.

  “If I returned to Sila with you, you would be giving up your planet for me.” Vern withdrew slightly and pushed back inside, Win feeling every inch, every angle, the sensation exquisite. “I will make the same sacrifice for you.”

  It was tempting, t
o allow him to stay with her, on Earth. She could spend many delightful hours, days, years, studying her alien lover and his sexual preferences. She’d be the foremost expert on Silan sexuality. She’d no longer be alone.

  But that would be selfish. She loved him too much to ask him to make that sacrifice.

  “You worked hard to become one of the best Fixers.” And this skilled Fixer wants me. Win’s chest filled with pride. “You have a career, worth on Sila. There’s nothing for you here.”

  “You are here.” Vern rocked against her, each thrust, each burst of pleasure, making it more and more difficult for her to think. “I worked hard for you.” He pistoned in and out of her ass, ravishing her deeper and harder with each stroke. “I have worth because of you.”

  “Earth is a primitive planet. You said so yourself,” she reminded him, clinging to her stance.

  “I will have much fixing to do on our primitive planet.” He labored over her, filling her ass with his cock, dragging his lips over her shoulders.

  Our planet. Win trembled, unable to formulate a rational response. “My Vern.” She pushed backward, meeting him halfway, smacking her ass cheeks against his hips. Warmth radiated from the points of contact, spiraling her passion upward.

  “I will subdue you.” Vern reached around her body and threaded his fingers through her private hair. She inhaled sharply as he found her clit, his fingers stimulatingly rough.

  “Yes,” she panted, moving with him, seeking release from the pressure, from the desire building within her. “Demonstrate your superior genetics. Prove you’re worthy of siring my offspring, of being my male.”

  “I am worthy.” He grazed her neck with his sharp teeth and a tremor of pleasure rolled over Win. “I am superior.” Vern rubbed her clit with his calloused fingertip and she shook, unable to control her limbs. “I am your male.” He nipped her skin and she broke, exploding with the energy of a fast radio burst, fragments of color and light filling her view.

  Win screamed, rounding her spine, bucking backward. Vern roared, surging forward, biting her shoulder, burying himself up to his base. Sweet pain shot down her spine. Hot cum spurted into her battered body, his essence setting off another mind-numbing orgasm.

  It was too much, the euphoria too intense. She slammed against him, fighting to be freed. She couldn’t escape him. Win was captured by Vern’s hard form, caged by his muscles.

  He restrained her easily, thrusting once, twice more, and then collapsing on top of her, flattening her smaller body. She squeaked a protest, the sound muffled by the pillow. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

  “You’re worthy, my Vern.” Win lifted his hand, pressed a kiss against one of his blue knuckles. “It doesn’t matter what you decide, whether you stay on Earth or return to Sila, claim me or find a new druzka, you will always be my male.”

  Chapter Five

  The gap in the window covering allowed a shaft of light from Earth’s single sun to enter his Win’s chamber. The warmth spread across Vern’s bare legs, casting shadows over his ridged skin.

  Vern had terminated his sleep cycle before the bedside time teller signaled five, the unbridled energy inside him not allowing him to rest. He had watched his druzka for many moments, savoring the sight of her sweet face, vowing to find a way to stay with her.

  He had assumed his first battle would be with Ruler Arystokrata Nazwisko, expecting his fellow Silans to retrieve him before sunrise. They hadn’t arrived.

  And now, twenty-two human males and one human female surrounded their chambers, their maneuverings obscenely loud. One rough-voiced male shushed the other humans, reminding them to be quiet and not spook the enemy.

  Are we the enemy? Vern sniffed the morning air. He smelled gunpowder and his lips flattened. The humans carried those puny weapons Warrior Krol Nowak’s human mate favored.

  They’ll damage themselves. Vern sat upright, taking his little female with him. “Wake, my Win.” He brushed the brown curls back from her cheeks. “You must dress.”

  “Hmmm…” She sank deeper into his lap, her curves fitting perfectly against his angles, his red sex marks on her pale skin declaring to all other males that she belonged to him.

  “I must take the weapons away from the humans.” He nuzzled his chin into her hair, relishing the softness.

  “What?” Her head snapped upward, her skull connecting with his chin, the contact more surprising than painful. “Ouch.” His Win rubbed her head.

  Alarm filled Vern. “Did you damage yourself?” He removed her hands and examined the point of impact. There was no blood, no visible signs of damage. He relaxed. “You will remain in the chambers as I deal with the humans.” He sprang to his feet and palmed the zbran his Win had set on the desk.

  “Wait.” His Win grabbed his zbran arm. “How do you know they’re out there?”

  “I can hear them, smell them,” he explained. She wrinkled her cute little nose, humans not having finely honed senses.

  “See.” Vern pushed the gray window covering aside. Humans, dressed in green garments and carrying large weapons, ducked behind cars and posts. Vern grinned, finding their attempts at hiding extremely amusing. “I will remove their weapons so they do not damage themselves.”

  “I have a clear shot, Major Chapple, sir,” a male said, his words curt. He stood behind the post closest to the window, his shoulders and weapon visible.

  “Move, my Win.” Vern shoved his frail female behind him, blocking her with his body, vividly aware of her thin skin and lack of protective ridges.

  “Stand down, Sergeant,” the rough-voice male replied. “The limousine driver informed me the enemy had a civilian hostage. She could still be alive.”

  “Unlikely,” another male muttered.

  “My female is alive,” Vern yelled, not wanting them to shoot and possibly harm his Win. “Fixer Winona—”

  “Doctor,” his Win corrected, her curves flattening against his back.

  “Dr. Winona Tilsdale has suffered no damage, Major Chapple, sir.” He mimicked Sergeant’s mode of address, wishing not to cause the humans any offense.

  “He knows my name,” Major Chapple, sir, murmured and Vern rolled his eyes.

  “I’m fine, sir,” his Win added. Cloth rustled behind Vern. He looked over his shoulder. She fastened her chest covering, her hips already covered with black fabric. “You should get dressed too, my Vern.”

  Vern grabbed the flat sheet of fabric with his free hand. “Fixers wear blue,” he grumbled. Juggling his zbran, he wrapped the white cloth around his body.

  “Doctors on Earth wear white.” His Win fastened his garment.

  He tucked his zbran between the fabric and his body, the metal cool against his skin. “You are wearing black.” He curled a tendril of her hair around his finger. “That is a Warrior color.”

  She smiled up at him. “You’re on Earth now. You can wear any color you like.”

  Vern stared at her. “I can have any status.” His Win nodded, her eyes glittering. “Taking another status is not a sign of damage.” He cupped her face, excited by the possibilities. “I am not damaged.”

  “Oh, my Vern.” Her voice softened. “You were never damaged.” She rose up on the tips of her toes.

  He bent down and captured her lips, tasting hot willing female and forever. His Win clutched his shoulders, hanging onto him as though she never wanted to let him go.

  “Exit the room with your arms in the air,” Major Chapple, sir yelled.

  “Aargh.” Vern cast a hard look at the closed door, exasperated by their interference. “I will talk with the humans and then we will fuck.”

  “We will talk with them.” His Win removed the zbran from his garment. “Without this.” She set the weapon on a support surface. “If they see you with a gun, they’ll shoot you first and ask questions later.”

  He frowned. “They might damage you.”

  “They might damage you.” She patted his chest. “Stay behind me. They won’t shoot you if
I’m in front of you.” His Win opened the door. “We’re unarmed and we’re coming out. Hold your fire.” She raised her arms, spread her fingers wide.

  Vern did the same, following her closely as she stepped out of the chamber.

  The female gasped. Males murmured unflattering and inaccurate labels such as beast and monster, their guns aimed at them.

  “Do not damage my female,” Vern warned, not needing a zbran to terminate a threat to his druzka.

  “She’s not your female.” Major Chapple, sir stood, his head hairless, clear vision-fixing shields covering his eyes. “Let her go.”

  “No.” His Win stopped. “Where he goes, I go. I am his female.”

  “Slut,” the male named Sergeant said.

  Vern recognized that derogatory term from his mating training. “You will talk about my female with respect.” He took a step toward Sergeant, his ridges rattling. The human’s face paled.

  “Don’t kill him, my Vern.” His Win held him back. “I didn’t hear what he said and it doesn’t matter. Words can’t damage me.”

  “Vern?” A male sniggered.

  “Yes.” His Win leveled a hard glance on the human. “His name is Dr. Vern Zajac and he’s part of a peaceful envoy from the planet Sila. The Prime Minister knew of his arrival.”

  “The Prime Minister knew?” Major Chapple, sir’s voice rose. “And he didn’t inform the army?” He shook his head. “Of course he didn’t. Why would the army need to be told an alien envoy was arriving?”

  Vern thought of numerous reasons. “Warriors—”

  “No, my Vern.” His Win stopped him. “He’s being sarcastic. He doesn’t require an answer.”

  “Oh, I require answers, all right,” Major Chapple, sir drawled. “Such as if these aliens are so peaceful, why were they blasting each other to bits last night?”

  “And leaving body parts behind.” A male plunked the severed head of a Mravenec warrior on the ground. The male’s antennas were longer than the human’s arms and his compound eyes were glassy and still. “Is this giant ant man a buddy of yours?”