Taken by the Alien Warrior: Scifi Romance

by Linda Mathers

  She answered slowly, apprehension tugging at her attraction. "Considering everything, yes, I have been comfortable." She paused, setting the tray on the low table in front of the couch. She sat next to Jardan. "Can you tell me why Deana was moved? Is everything okay?"

  "Everything is fine, I just thought," he cleared his throat, "well, we just thought you might be more comfortable having your private space for the last part of our journey. Once we arrive..." he gazed at her now, the look on his face betraying the fact he didn't want to think about them arriving. "Once we arrive, there won't be much privacy for some time."

  Carrie nodded but said nothing. As good as she felt with Jardan around, as plush and comfy as her chamber was, there was still no denying the reality of her situation. I'm a trophy to them. Something to be won and handed around.

  Jardan slid closer to her. "I'm sorry, Carrie. I really wish..."

  He didn't finish his thought right away. Carrie glanced up, met his eyes. He was staring at her tenderly. "What?" she asked. "Say it."

  He turned serious. "I really wish there was something more I could do. I think you are amazing. Beautiful. A woman that should have a good male."

  A shiver darted up her spine as she stared into his misty eyes. "Jardan, I..."

  "And," he interrupted, "I am happy that I can spend this time with you. I promise you," he continued, taking her hand, "that when everything is over and you have been awarded to a worthy warrior, I will check on you, to make sure you are being treated fairly and with the care you deserve."

  His hands were large and warm, her own hands seemed so small in comparison as he rubbed them. Carrie gazed into his eyes, reveling in his touch. "If you really want to help," she said offhandedly, "you could fight and win me."

  "I cannot," he said. "It is too late for that."

  "I thought you said you were a champion?" Carrie said. "And isn't this a tournament of champions?"

  "It is," he answered. "And I am. Actually, I was invited to participate several months ago but I turned them down. Now all the positions are filled."

  "Why did you say no?" she asked, feeling strangely let down even though nothing had really changed.

  "Because my duty is here now, not in the arena." Jardan looked down wistfully. "But if I had to choose again, now that I've met you, spoken to you, grown to..." he paused, weighing his words carefully as he gazed at her soft face, "... to have certain feelings for you... If I could choose again I would choose to fight. I would risk my life, everything, for a chance with you."

  Carrie felt his grip tighten on her hand and she squeezed him back. She wanted to cry, to scream, to ask again 'why me?' Why did she get taken out of all the billions of people on the planet? Why her? Why did her life get uprooted and stolen from her? Even more confusing, why did she have such strong feelings for Jardan? And why did he seem to have them for her? Why did she finally find a gorgeous man who found her beautiful and have none of it matter? I'm a trophy. A prize.

  "Can you help me escape?" she asked, her voice weak with barely restrained tears.

  "I'm sorry," Jardan said. "I cannot do that. The most I can do if offer you comfort. Make sure you are safe and treated well."

  They stared at one another silently for a moment. So much to say yet nothing could be said. Their hands were tied, their fates apparently sealed. Jardan leaned slowly towards her. "I can only..."

  Carrie waited for him to continue. But he didn't. Instead, he did something more amazing. He kissed her. Gently at first. His full lips found hers and he kissed them. She wasn't sure what to do at first. Her feelings were conflicted, her heart broken and fluttering at the same time. But as she felt his warmth, inhaled his scent, tasted the flesh of his lips, she gave in, opening her mouth for him.

  Their tongues touched and he wrapped one arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. She leaned into him, moving one hand up his broad shoulder and around the back of his strong neck. She pulled his mouth deeper onto his, her tongue exploring his.

  She felt his hands moving over her. Cupping her cheeks, then moving around her neck, toying with her hair, sending tingles throughout her body. His hands moved down, over her arms and across her chest, pausing on her breasts as he massaged them, squeezed them tenderly. All the while kissing her, again and again. Kissing her mouth. Her cheeks. Her neck. He moved his hands under her tunic, finding the warmth of her bare breasts, the hard bumps of her nipples.

  She shuddered under his touch. As her passion grew, she began exploring with her own hands. Running her fingers over his shoulders, across his bulky chest muscles, down to his sculpted torso.

  He kissed her neck and she leaned forward, ticklish shocks coursing through her. She looked down, at the large bulge in his tunic. She saw his manhood twitch under the thin cloth. It looks so big.

  Her hands moved slowly down, wanting to feel him, to take it in her hands, her mouth, her vagina. She was wet, tingling with desire. Closer she moved to it, feeling shy. It's been so long. So long. She saw him buck between his legs again. He is so long, so long...

  A knock on the door startled them both.

  Jardan quickly moved back, standing up. He was flustered, unsure what to do for a moment. Carrie wasn't in much better shape. She couldn't even stand, her body trembling with desire. "Do you think..." she stuttered, "Should I... Should we..."

  Dammit, Carrie, don't be an idiot.

  "I have to go," Jardan said, taking a step towards the door before stopping and turning back to her. He came to her quickly, giving her another kiss, this time it was a warm, soft kiss on the cheek. "I'll return to you as soon as I can."

  "Okay," Carrie said, smoothing her already smooth tunic. "I guess you know where to find me."

  That night, Jardan did not come back. Another guard brought her dinner.

  What happened? She couldn't help but feel worried. A little sad. Did I do something? Maybe I wasn't a good enough kisser. Maybe I... She stood, began to pace. Maybe he got in trouble? Maybe they found out about us and...

  The rest of the night she worried. Barely sleeping, tossing and turning.

  The next morning he did not come to her either and her worry continued.

  By the time dinner the next night came, she was an anxious wreck.

  The door unlocked. It opened.

  "Jardan!"

  She was embarrassed by her excited scream but she didn't care. She rushed across the room to him and embraced him tightly.

  He barely managed to keep her food upright as she threw her arms around him. "Wait," he said, stepping back. "I have something to tell you."

  She let him go, looking up at him with concern in her eyes. "Okay."

  He set the tray on a table near the door. Without a word he turned and locked the door from the inside. She watched him, her curiosity struggling with her doubt-filled concerns.

  "One of the gladiators in the tournament was injured during his training," he said calmly. She looked at him, her confusion growing at the seemingly random news. He smiled, stepping towards her. "I sent word to the committee. I informed them I have reconsidered their invitation."

  Her expression did not change.

  He smiled now, coming beside her, taking her arms in his hands. "They agreed to my petition. I will be fighting in the tournament."

  Now it hit her. Her eyes welled with tears. "Do you mean..."

  "Yes," he told her, "I will fight and I will win." He pulled her to him. "You will be mine." He kissed her cheek. "I will be yours." He kissed her other cheek. "And we will be together."

  5

  She couldn't speak. She could only feel. Feel relief that he was going to fight for her. Feel joy that her bad situation suddenly seemed better. Feel desire as his mouth found hers, as his hands travelled over her back. She kissed him back, moving her hands up his torso towards the back of his head where she ran her fingers through his short cropped dark hair.

  His hands moved down to her plump ass which he squeezed and massaged, pulling her hips forw
ard, pressing her against him. She felt his hardness press against her. Oh, wow...

  She melted into his body, into his strong arms and warm, earthy scent. She kissed his neck, brought her hands down from his hair to his chest. She moved her fingers under his tunic, touching his bare skin. Her heart pounded.

  He moved his hands further down, to the skirt line of her tunic. He lifted it with his fingertips, sliding his hands across the naked skin of her thighs. He ran them up, towards her hips. She quivered under his touch.

  Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms. She squealed with delighted surprise. He carried her to the couch, plopping her down on the soft cushions. "The door is locked," he said, staring at her hungrily. "No one can interrupt us, no one can bother us." He removed his tunic, stood naked before her. "Tonight we begin the rest of our lives."

  She inspected his body as her mind reeled with passion. He was like a sculpture: solid, muscular, chiseled into perfection. His cock was thick and long, it stood hard, waiting impatiently for her. Wow, wow, wow...

  He grabbed her tunic and lifted it up and over her head. He marveled at her nude form. "You are..." he said, admiring her body, "perfect."

  She blushed, looked away shyly.

  "You don't need to be shy with me," he told her. "I will fight for you, I will be victorious." He knelt before her, his face close to hers. "And I will treat you like a queen, like a goddess." He placed his hands on her thighs. She trembled under his strong hands. "I will give you everything." He spread her legs, running his hands up her legs. "You will need for nothing ever again."

  His fingers found her wetness. He caressed her lips, rubbing them firmly. She leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs further apart for him. Yes, oh... wow, yes. A smile came to her lips as she watched him focus on her.

  He gently moved one finger inside her. Her lips parted easily. She was wet, ready, her body made itself easy for him. A second finger entered her and he began working them in and out, massaging her sex. He stared into her eyes as he continued. She returned his smile and reached out, rubbing his arms as his hands teased her.

  He leaned down to her, kissing her knees, running his tongue up her thigh. When he reached her hip, he turned, heading south. He removed his fingers and plunged his tongue into her. Carrie moaned, her hands instinctively going to the back of his head. He licked her and she wriggled in pleasure, pushing her pelvis forward, wanting more.

  He gave her more. He pressed her back, nudging her with the top of his head. She let him lay her down, marveling at the sight, his body rippling with muscles as he climbed on top of her. He pressed his weight onto her and she slid her arms around his waist, cupping his tight ass. He kissed her, again, again, hungry kisses full of desire and need.

  "It's been so long," he unexpectedly whispered into her ear. "Since I've lain with a woman."

  Carrie chuckled and nibbled at his neck. "Me too." She ran her hands around his hips, moving for the thick weight pressing against her. "So long." She gripped him and squeezed. He tensed as she did so, then released in a wave of ecstasy as she began stroking him.

  Her horniness making her bold, she pushed him over with her other hand, crawling out from under him, one hand still holding his cock. Kneeling beside him on the rug, she drew up between his legs, brushing the dark hair from her face.

  "Let me show you," she said smiling, "how Earth girls do it."

  "If you insist," he answered, leaning back on the couch.

  She began with licks up the length of his cock, one side, then the other, then the underside, dragging her soft tongue up to the bottom of the head, up and over, ending her tease by engulfing his fat head in her mouth. She sucked him, feeling his warmth on her tongue. She cradled his balls softly, letting them rest in the heat of her hand.

  Her other hand began stroking him again, tiny strokes on the bottom of the shaft while her mouth worked the upper part. He murmured nonsense sounds of pleasure as she worked on him, and his occasional twitch and moan spurred her on, encouraging her to take him deeper, stroke him harder.

  He sat up, his body responding to her efforts. She sucked him until his toes curled and he was breathing heavily. She removed her mouth, a string of spit hanging on the side of her mouth. Jardan leaned in quickly and kissed it away, his cock pulsing with need. Carrie pulsed as well, and touched herself to quell the maddening passion.

  She pulled away from his kiss and, without a word, she stood and moved over him, straddling his legs and sitting atop his thighs. She scooted forward, lifting her ass, one hand reaching between her legs and gripping his firm shaft.

  Kissing him, she guided him inside. Slowly at first. The tip of his cock nudging her apart. Then a little more, she worked him with tiny shakes of her wrist, bringing the head further in as she rubbed it against her plump lips. She sat back, letting him in deeper, deeper, feeling him fill her slowly, completely. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she began to fuck him. Back and forth, working her hips, grinding herself on him, rippling with sensation as his thick cock rubbed against her most sensitive spots.

  She inhaled him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Overcome, she licked him, bit him. She groaned and growled and continued fucking until she was drenched in sweat, breathing hard. All the while, Jardan massaged her back, spreading her ass cheeks apart, kneading them, grabbing her hips and urging her on with grinding thrusts from below.

  From deep within her, Carrie felt the warm tingle building. It spread to her toes, up her spine, shivers zipping through her shoulders.

  She stopped a moment, resting, feeling the full heft of his cock as it sat throbbing inside her.

  It's so good, it's all so...

  She began again, riding her wave, following it with every twist and shimmy of her hips as she rode him, knees resting on the couch cushions, her arms entwined around his broad grey shoulders.

  Without warning, Jardan stood, lifting her into the air, his cock still buried inside her. He flipped her over, slammed her passionately on the couch and began to fuck her hard.

  Carrie moaned in pleasure, her body on fire, her mind blown. He braced his arm on the back of the couch and took her slow and strong, letting her feel every inch of his cock as he slid it in and out, in and out. Oh, jesus, fuck...

  It was building. She knew that sensation. It had been so long but she knew it. She relaxed into it, closing her eyes and just feeling, feeling...

  Reaching out, she placed her open hand on Jardan's six-pack. His muscles were taut, his skin hot against her palm. He built his momentum, gradually taking her stronger. Harder. Driving her over the cliff, up the wall, into another world. She watched him work, sweaty and grunting, it turned her on, made her feel wild.

  Oh god, yes, yes, ye... It hit her like a supernova, all that building and growth finally exploded within her and shot throughout her body. She screamed as she peaked, coming in wave after wave, her spine turning to jelly as she spasmed in ecstasy. Jardan watched her squirm on the couch below him and he fucked her harder, not letting her body rest.

  Her orgasm lingered, ebbing but not going away. She felt it rising again, so fast. So fast. So hard. Oh g... She came again, squealing this time, clawing the skin of her biceps. This time he slowed down, his body beginning to tremble. She opened her eyes, it took a second to focus on him. She had been somewhere far away.

  She saw his eyes widen as he thrust, his mouth beginning to gape. He fucked, thrust, felt her tightness exciting the contours of his prick. He fucked her until he grabbed himself, pulling it out and gripping it tightly. She grabbed his hands, laced her fingers into his and helped him finish.

  He came in gushes, splashing her stomach with hot seed. She flinched as the first load hit her. Oh... Each splash after that sent shivers around her being.

  As his climax waned, he knelt beside her, his cock still standing thickly to attention. He laid his head on her chest, listening to her heart, breathing in her scent.

  Neither of them spoke. He eventually led
her to the bed and laid her down, crawling in next to her and spooning her from behind. After long silent moment that lasted a million moments yet not even close to long enough, Jardan kissed her tenderly on the back of her neck and crawled out of bed. He dressed while she watched. She was wistful but she understood. It would do neither of them any good to be caught in such a compromising position. There would be time for that later.

  If he wins.

  6

  Swords rang in the dusty air. Jardan was pushed back but he stood his ground, bringing his sword in front of him and readying for another clash.

  From the cordoned-off box in the stands, Carrie sat with the other twenty abducted prizes. Deana was sitting behind her one row up. They did not have a chance to talk before the games began yesterday and so far that trend had continued today. When we're escorted out, I have to get next to her. Find out how she's been.

  Carrie couldn't help but feel a little guilty about Deana being moved. She knew there was no other reason than to create a safe place for Jardan and Carrie to be alone together when they could. But she couldn't complain, he had come to her three more times before they arrived on Morkoro, each time more magical and orgasmic than the last.

  During that week, he told her as much as he could about what to expect and thus far his descriptions had proved accurate. The massive arena they sat in, as well as the sprawling city stretching around it, was vaguely Romanesque, stone and metal structures built around a high-tech infrastructure and transportation system.

  The men and women wore cloth tunics of various subdued tones. Many wore robes or loose jackets and scarves over their tunics, the women bejeweled and the men with designer sashes wrapped around their waists. Street food and markets were everywhere, and music and smells wafted in the air. Carrie had no time to enjoy it however. She was whisked from the ship to a holding area, then from the holding area to the underside of the arena a few days later.