Fenrir (Scifi Alien Dragon Romance) (Galactic Mates)

by Luna Hunter

  “You’ll see,” I say with a naughty smirk. My left hand is wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, while I stroke his length with my right. The head of his massive cock is a slightly different color than his fire-red cock – it’s more of a hot pink, and it glistens beautifully, inches from my waiting mouth.

  If Fenrir’s cock tastes anywhere near as good as his mouth does, I’m in for a treat.

  I wrap my lips around the big pink head, my tongue swirling around while my hands work his immense length. I can barely wrap my lips around the head, it’s that damn thick, but fuck, he tastes even better than I dared to imagine.

  A burst of flavor explodes in my mouth, so tantalizing, so rich, so mouthwatering, so damn delicious that nothing I’ve ever tasted can truly compare. It’s like a mélange of the juiciest strawberry and the sweetest mango in existence.

  I bob my head up and down like a woman possessed, taking as much of him into my mouth as possible, my cheeks turned hollow as I suck on his tasty cock. My hands become a blur as I stroke him, eager for more, desperate for a taste of his hot load.

  Fenrir rests his hands against the walls of the shower, groaning out of sheer pleasure as I orally worship his cock. “Come here,” he pants, reaching for me. “Before I come.”

  “But I want to taste you,” I say, the head of his cock resting against my lips, my tongue teasingly rubbing against it. I feel so naughty and alive as I make the strong, broad warrior groan with pleasure. I never imagined myself in this position – on my knees with a thick alien cock in my mouth – but now that I’m here, I can’t imagine myself anywhere else.

  “That goes for me as well.”

  He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. His other hand grabs my ass and lifts me up further, throwing my legs over his shoulders. His hands rest on my ass, keeping me in place. Before I realize what’s going on his tongue slides across my wet lips. I moan in surprise, my hands flying to his dark hair, holding on for dear life as he expertly tongues my clit.

  He finds my swollen nub in an instant, his tongue flicking against it, every movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

  “Oh g-god,” I groan. “S-stop it’s too sens—” My protests are reduced to mere moans as Fenrir kisses my most sensitive spots, his tongue entering me, licking me, tasting me, doubling down on my thumping clit until all I can do is writhe in pleasure, my orgasm only a few licks away.

  I come with a roar, pure bliss hitting me in an instant, as if I were struck by lightning. All I see is stars. My toes curl up, my hips bucking against Fenrir, my hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair as I ride his face to my incredible powerful orgasm.

  When I regain some semblance of consciousness, which feels like minutes later, I find that Fenrir has lowered me down to his waist. His strong hands still rest on my ass while my legs curl around his waist, my toes free from the ground. I love how he makes me feel weightless, how he can carry me and maneuver me as if it were nothing to him.

  I rest my flat palm against his chest and feel his heart beat – in synch with what I feel throbbing against my naked ass. He smiles at me, a broad, genuine, happy smile, bearing his fangs. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, trying to express every last bit of the immense gratitude and the pure happiness I feel with only my tongue and lips.

  “Fuck me,” I say between kisses. “Take me. Mate with me. Make me yours.”

  “Yes,” he moans hoarsely. “Yes!”

  He reaches down and adjust himself, so that the head of his giant, fire-red cock is lined up with my entrance. A thrill runs down my spine when I feel his hardness press against me. I’ve never been with anyone that can compare… but our bodies feel like they are made for each other, like this moment is what we’ve both been living towards our entire lives.

  With one push of his hips he enters me.

  He groans against my ear, a low, animalistic sound as he takes me, makes me his, claims every last inch of my body. I belong to him and to him alone.

  His cock fills me, more than any man has ever filled me before. It’s not even close – it almost feels like the first time. Everything pales in comparison. Not just in pure pleasure, but in the emotional intensity as well. My heart swells with pure, unfiltered happiness, every thrust of his hips making the feeling my chest grow stronger and stronger, until my heart is overflowing and about to burst.

  He pounds his cock into me with all his might, going faster, faster, ever faster, until his hips are a blur, my heart is beating in my throat and my wanton cries echo off the tiled walls. He shuts me up with a kiss, his fingers digging into my soft skin as gives me the fuck of a lifetime.

  I can feel every inch of him, every ridge, every detail, every little part that makes him the incredible man he is – and it drives me absolutely wild. His cock grows bigger and bigger, the astonishing feeling growing even more intense, my toes curling and stars filling my vision.

  The moment is almost there. The moment when Fenrir will fill me with his hot, delicious load, when he will give me what I’m craving. I hope that my white lie comes true – I hope that when we leave here tomorrow I will be pregnant. I hope that Fenrir’s life and mine will be forever entwined, not by fate alone, but by our love.

  With a thundering roar he comes inside me, and it feels like my deepest wish has just come true. His potent seed fills me, and I can feel every throb, every pulse of his magnificent cock.

  “Fuck,” I breathe into the nape of his neck. “What did I do to deserve that?”

  He kisses me all over, from my neck to my mouth, planting a warm kiss right on my lips.

  “You are mine,” he growls as he flexes his muscles, soliciting another moan from me. He’s still as hard as a rock, and I have no plans on getting off this wild ride anytime soon. I want to enjoy him again, and again, and again…

  “I am yours, Fenrir,” I say, as my fingers play with his hair. “I am forever yours.”

  16

  FENRIR

  I AWAKE FEELING ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT. I’ve never slept so deep, or felt so completely relaxed. All of the anxiety, the restlessness, the fury that has plagued me is now gone. The beast inside me has been tamed.

  My body is nestled against Abigail’s, my thick cock pressing against the curvature of her ass. I run my hand down her naked back, all the way down to her round thighs. I can’t resist squeezing that warm, full ass of hers.

  Instantly, my cock throbs with arousal.

  Fuck.

  There’s nothing I’d like to do more than to slide my cock right back into her. Last night was fantastic. We mated – three times. Our bodies were perfectly in synch, as if this is how nature had intended life to be.

  No ifs. This is how nature has intended life. Me and Abigail, together.

  Forever, as far as I’m concerned, but I’m happy to enjoy each passing second fully. We’re not out of the woodworks quite yet – far from it. The Observer might as well be the lion’s den. It may be the biggest space station ever built, and home to millions, but it feels cramped to me. I can’t feel the sun on my skin, I can’t feel the wind in my hair.

  I can’t be me.

  “Mmhm,” Abigail groans. “Good morning.”

  She rolls over so that she’s facing me, looking at me through one opened eyelid, a happy smile on her face. Her hand finds my hard cock instantly.

  “Ooh,” she coos as her thumb rubs across the ridge on the side. “Good morning indeed.”

  My hands move up to her round breasts, my fingers sinking into her skin. My member throbs with desire, eager for more, but I find myself resisting the call. “We have to get up,” I say, despite myself. “Get ready.”

  “Not yet,” she says as her hand pick up speed. One of them holds the base of my member tightly while the other one strokes the entire length with a firm grip. With her thumb she spreads my pre-cum all over the bulbous head, and I can’t help but utter a throaty growl.

  “I want to taste your hot load,” she says, her blu
e eyes burning brightly with pure lust. “This time, I want it… in my mouth.”

  “Fuck,” I say as I bite my bottom lip. This woman is beyond incredible. Not even in my dreams did I imagine the kind of pleasure her warm mouth can bring.

  She kisses down my chest, all the way down, until her mouth engulfs me. Her hands and mouth work in unison to bring me indescribable pleasure. All I can do is lie still and moan as she brings me higher, higher, ever higher, until my cock throbs and my orgasm is mere inches away.

  “Do it,” she says with a naughty smile, her tongue wetting her lips. “I want to taste you.”

  Fuck.

  I can’t hold out any longer. I come hard, my hips bucking up, roaring with pleasure, and Abigail quickly wraps her mouth around the head of my cock and swallows every last drop of my load.

  “Mm,” she says as she licks her lips. “Nutritious start to my day.”

  “You’re crazy,” I snort with laughter. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “You love it,” she says as she crawls on top of me.

  I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her deeply. “Damn right I do. I’m never letting go.”

  She rests her head on my chest and we enjoy the silence for just a moment longer. We both know the danger that is ahead of us, so we have to savor this moment for as long as we can.

  Abigail is my elska. My mate. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life. She is the one I am destined to spend the rest of my life with. I hope she feels the same way. I hope her heart is filled with the same joy and the same warmth as the one I feel.

  Her gentle touch and gorgeous smile all tell me she is.

  I kiss the top of Abigail’s head. “Let’s get up. Wouldn’t want to keep Boris waiting.”

  17

  ABIGAIL

  I SLIDE the beige overall back on, hopefully for the last time. As soon as this is all over, I’m going shopping, one way or another. That Falurian tunic felt so nice, and it made me look so good – I need more of that in my life. I think I deserve to splurge, after all I’ve been through.

  Fenrir straps his armor back on, and he looks as dangerous as ever, his wings spread wide. Ready to take on the world.

  “Ready?” he growls.

  “Ready,” I say as I put my hair up in a ponytail.

  “Where’s do have to go?”

  “To the Dragon’s Den. A dingy bar we traveled past on our way out of the docks. Seemed like the perfect place for a clandestine meeting.”

  Fenrir glances out the window. “Our ‘friend’ is still there,” he says. “The Melek guard.”

  “I’ll talk to him.”

  “No, I got this.”

  Without waiting for a reply Fenrir heads out the door, and a moment later I hear a loud bang and the sound of something crumbling to the floor. I rush out the door to find the Melek man unconsciousness, and Fenrir rubbing his knuckles.

  “Let’s go.”

  “You didn’t need to knock him out,” I gasp. “We could have reasoned with him!”

  “Maybe. Problem is solved either way. Let’s go.”

  Sometimes it’s easy to forget Fenrir is a ferocious warrior. I’ve seen a wholly different side of him, one that is caring and nurturing, and at times, wildly passionate… but he remains a fighter at heart.

  Fenrir spreads his wings wide, waiting for me to hop into his lap.

  I shake my head. “You can’t be serious. You can’t fly between all the hover-cars!”

  The Falurian man frowns at me. “You question my skill?”

  “I’m questioning the part where we get run over by a car before we even get to the dangerous part of our plan! We’re taking the hover-car there. And you might want to tuck your wings in, so we don’t draw any unwanted attention to ourselves.”

  “Fine,” he says gruffly, and a second later his wings are retracted. “Though this will only slow us down.”

  “This is supposed to be a secret meeting. Doesn’t make much sense if we arrive there, swooping through the sky like a bird, does it? We might as well be waving a banner around. Come.”

  I take the keys to the hover-car from the passed out Melek man. “Sorry,” I whisper to him, before making my way towards metal box.

  “Do you even know how to drive one of these things?”

  “Of course I do,” I say. Sort of. “It drives itself.”

  “Hm.” Fenrir remains unconvinced as he sits down next to me. I start the hover-car and set a course for the docks. The car whirs up into the air and merges into traffic, and to my relief, we’re well on our way without a hitch.

  “Is the car supposed to experience this much… turbulence?” Fenrir asks.

  “Yes,” I lie. “That’s totally normal.”

  “Hm. Didn’t notice that yesterday.”

  “Concentrate on the coming meeting, will you?”

  I turn on the radio to get a moment’s distraction, but turn it off again instantly when the speakers start blasting shamanistic chanting. Melek music is not for me. The rest of the ride is tense, both of us totally focused on the task at hand. We’re delivering ourselves straight into the hands of some very dangerous people.

  “Do you have a plan?”

  “What?” I ask, “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

  “Do you have a plan?” Fenrir asks again.

  “My plan is to let you kick everyone’s ass.”

  Fenrir smirks, bearing his fangs. “Sounds like an excellent plan.”

  I park the hover-car in the designated spot, close to the bar, and hop out. All around us people go about their day – no one seems to notice us. I quickly peck Fenrir on his lips.

  “Here we go,” I say. “Time to make those bastards pay for what they did to Nathan.”

  Fenrir rests his hand on my cheek. “And for what they almost did to you,” he says. “And for the shame they brought my clan.”

  His eyes flare up, turning yellow, a puff of smoke leaving his nostrils. “Calm down,” I say, kissing his cheek. “For just a few more seconds.”

  I grab hold of his hand and march towards the dingy bar. It’s still early in the morning, so I hope it’s empty – I don’t want any innocent people to get hurt. The street is filled with people, Falur, Melek, Tyk’ix and others, all going to work. When I first arrived on the Observer, only a short while ago, I was completely amazed by the grandeur of it all, the sheer scale of the station, and the scientific knowhow required to build and maintain such a massive spacestation.

  Now? I couldn’t care less. All I want to do is put an end to this.

  I open the heavy wooden door and step inside the dimly lit bar. It seems empty at first glance, until I notice a lone figure in the back of the room.

  “Well, well, well. Look who we have here.”

  I’d recognize that low, grating voice anywhere.

  “Boris,” I grit through my teeth. I stride towards him, instantly losing my cool. “Did you really think you were going to get away with this? Stealing those books? Hurting Nathan? What were you thinking?!”

  The bald man steps into the light. He smiles venomously at me, the light perfectly illuminating the deep scar that runs down the side of his face. I now realize that scar wasn’t caused by a mining incident, but by something else entirely. I’d always thought he looked like a crook, but I never realized just how right I was.

  “Calm down, love,” he says. “Wouldn’t want to upset the baby now, would we?”

  “There’s no baby,” I say. The sight of him makes me so angry, I can’t control myself. They say that revenge is a dish best served cold, but right now, I wouldn’t mind seeing it served as hot as fire. “This was a trap, and you walked straight into it!”

  “Really?” Boris says. “Are you sure I’m the one that walked into a trap?”

  I glance over my shoulder to see a dozen men enter the bar behind us, each one of them looking like they’re ready to kill. Fenrir is standing behind me. He untucks his wings, spreading them wide, belting out
a thundering roar. The men don’t move.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” I say, doing my best to keep my voice from shaking. Why is Boris not worried that Fenrir is here with me? Does the tall, broad-shouldered, pissed off Falurian warrior not frighten him?!

  I now see Boris is holding an ancient Falurian tome in his hand, a maniacal grin on his face. “Interesting stuff, this, really. You ought to give it a read sometimes.”

  “How can you even read that?!” I yell. “You can’t read old Falurian!”

  Boris smirks, and the pit in my stomach grows. “I’m capable of a lot more than you can imagine, love. Did you know, for example, that Falurians have weaknesses? All the different types have different ones. Red dragons are weak to electricity, for example. Interesting, right?”

  No. No no no. This confrontation is not going the way I imagined it at all. Fenrir is supposed to wipe the floor with Boris’s smug face, and he’s supposed to beg me for forgiveness, so I can tell him no.

  Instead, he’s calm. Relaxed. Jovial, even.

  Something’s very wrong.

  “Enough talk,” Fenrir growls. His voice is throaty and low, like an animal about to pounce on his prey. “You’re going down.”

  “On the contrary, my winged friend. It is you who are going down. Boys!”

  More men rush into the room, carrying strange guns, the likes of which I haven’t seen before. Fenrir roars and dives towards the group, striking first. He moves with incredible speed and agility, taking the men with his fists down left and right. He moves so fast I can barely keep track of him – he’s a red blur.

  “Fire! Fire, damn it!” Boris yells.

  The men ready their strange weapons and fire at the red blur. Large nets fly out and open up in the air, catching Fenrir in their clutches. He stops and turns to Boris, his arms spread wide.

  “This is it? This is your plan?”

  Fenrir hand turns into a claw, and he starts tearing the nets from his body.

  “No,” Boris says as he pulls a remote from his pocket and pushes the button. “This is the plan.”

  Instantly Fenrir howls out in pain as the nets spark and buzz with electricity. He stumbles to his knees, gets up, and stumbles again, his claws swiping at the nets, aimlessly.