Gavriel: Alien Sci-Fi Romance

by Enid Titan

  “Right. The thought of gold bullion digging into my back.”

  I think I’ve seriously upset her, but she cracks a smile and winks right at me.

  “I’ll wait up for you,” I whisper, taking her hand and kissing it.

  She lets me do that.

  “Thanks. And… I don’t know about… what happened before. I don’t know if I still want that.”

  “Aye.”

  I nod and leave the room. She doesn’t know, but she’ll be sure by the time I’m finished with her. Unless I find out she’s been keeping a big secret from me — that she’s a shapeshifter. I kept Connie’s suspicions about the shapeshifter out of my report to Annabel. I figured it would be safer to investigate solo if the walls have ears.

  At the end of our shift, Horus and I change guards and return to our quarters. Jaen’s replacement walks into sick bay and their shift has a fifteen minute overlap so Jaen can hand off patient information and they can give Garth a sponge bath. I’d prefer a world where I didn’t have to imagine the orc getting sponged clean by Jaen Nabokov.

  I enter my living quarters. They’re tidy and simple. I keep my pad with duty rosters and captain’s reports here. There may not have been honor among pirates at the start of the industry, and we may not keep personal records that could lead to our deaths if we’re caught, but ships and duty rosters go into the underground web after our missions. People like Nova and Horus have had an impressive run on a wide network of pirate ships and not just in the sectors dominated by the Baharozian brothers and Moray. Our dark economy keeps the confederacy running more than they care to admit.

  We’re the rebels who give their slaves hope that there can be a better future, but we all know they could stamp us out beneath their boot easily. I hear her footsteps and slide the doors open, leaning in the frame as Jaen hurries down the hall.

  “How did you hear me?” she hisses when I pull her into my room.

  The door shuts behind her, and I don’t answer at first. I cup her cheek and kiss her. My tunic’s collar falls open, and she presses her warm hands against my chest. Hair falls from between my horns over my face and Jaen reaches for my suspenders.

  “Is your hearing that good?”

  I nod slowly.

  “All the better you hear you moan with…”

  “Gavriel,” she whispers, giggling as her fingers tangle with my hair and our lips meet. I have to find my strength. I pull away from her and gasp for air.

  “Before we get into this. We need to talk.”

  “About what?”

  “Shapeshifters.”

  “You brought me into your room to talk about an extinct species?”

  “They’re not technically a species. They’re a humanoid genetic variant.”

  She rolls her eyes.

  “I know that.”

  “What do you think of the theory?”

  “It’s far-fetched.”

  “That’s what I said.”

  “But…”

  She moves out of my grasp and paces my room, her gorgeous bum jiggling with each step. It’s hard to stay focused with perfection so close to me. And it hurts how badly I want her. How many times we’ve come close. I need her. Tonight.

  “But what?” I murmur.

  Solving the ship’s saboteur problem is more urgent than my horniness, even if it doesn’t feel that way.

  “I’ve encountered a shapeshifter. When I was a child.”

  “What? Why didn’t you say something before?”

  “I didn’t think it was relevant. I thought we were dealing with a person. But now that I think about it… Who told you about shapeshifters?”

  I grab her arm.

  “Jaen. I need you to level with me right now. You aren’t a shapeshifter, are you?”

  She snorts.

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Gavriel.”

  “It’s not ridiculous. I’ve known nearly everyone on this ship for years. You’re new. You’ve never had a pirate contract. There’s no file on you. For all I know, you appeared out of thin air.”

  “There’s a simple way for you to find out,” she whispers.

  “How?”

  She reaches for my holster and touches my laser pistol.

  “Fire it at me,” she whispers, “If I’m human, I die. If I’m a shapeshifter, I’ll live.”

  My chest tightens.

  “You can’t seriously suggest I shoot you.”

  “Fine,” she whispers, “Stab me. It’ll have the same effect.”

  “I will not stab you.”

  “Why not? I stabbed you.”

  She reaches behind her and produces a small dagger. Does this little demon go anywhere unarmed? She turns the handle towards me.

  “Take it.”

  “I won’t stab you.”

  “Take the knife!”

  I reach to grab it and she squeezes it, crying out as I pull it from her.

  “JAEN!”

  I drop the knife and as it falls to the ground, drops of blood flow from her palm. Damn her. She tricked me. Shapeshifters don’t bleed. She shakes her hand and cries out again.

  “Get me a damned towel!”

  I pull a kerchief from my trouser pockets and wrap her hand.

  “If I knew you’d squeeze it, I would have never taken it from you.”

  “I know. The pain will go away in a second.”

  “You’re the closest thing we have to a doctor,” I grumble, “You can’t go around cutting yourself.”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  I squeeze the kerchief around her palm.

  “Thanks, Gavriel.”

  “I have a probe in my desk drawer. I can heal your palm.”

  I move over to the desk and she follows me, surprising me by wrapping me in a big warm hug. I stand straight and stiff, letting Jaen press her significantly smaller human body against mine. She makes me feel so… shy.

  “Jaen…”

  I grab the probe from the drawer and whip around to face her. She smiles and unwraps her hand. I take her tender flesh and heal her, setting the probe on my desk before kissing her healed palm.

  “Can you try not to do anything so reckless again?”

  “I can’t make promises?”

  “Why the bloody hell not?”

  “Because. Promises are made to be broken. Why make a promise out loud when you could live by it?”

  I can imagine how many broken promises she’s lived with. I’ve made and broken promises of my own. I always promise my family it will be my last job. But it never is…

  “Poetic. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

  “I’m full of surprises.”

  “The good kind, I hope.”

  “What? You still think I’m an evil shapeshifter?”

  My hands find her waist again, and I position her close to me. Her body’s against mine and her heart races so loud that I can hear it.

  “No. I don’t think that. Are you scared?”

  “Why?”

  “I can hear your heart racing like a rabbit’s.”

  “You have that effect on me.”

  “Do I?”

  “You’re terrifying, Gavriel. At least you were at first. Seven feet tall. Purple-grey skin. Horns. White hair. Snark. It’s terrifying for a human girl.”

  “Hm. I suppose I ought to cultivate a more masculine charm… like Kazim.”

  “No. No, no. I don’t want you to be like Kazim. I like you, Gavriel.”

  Her hands are on my chest and I know what’s about to happen and I ache with how badly I want it. But I still haven’t told her what being with an Odilian will be like for her. I owe it to her. She might know about interspecies mating, but she doesn’t know about my people.

  “I like you too,” I murmur, “So as badly as I want to ravish you right now. You need to know what to expect from me. Odilians aren’t like other males.”

  “You’re ten times more badass?” she giggles.

  “Yes. But that’s not what I meant. I don�
��t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. I don’t want to mess you up with the gritty details of my sexual history but —

  “You’ve fucked an orc. I get it.”

  “Gavriel! Don’t say it like that. You make it sound dirty.”

  “I’m not like that. Once its inside you… my hardness grows and it forms this large… knot. I suppose you could call it a knot. And I can’t pull out of you until we both finish. Physically, I can’t.”

  “Oh. Wow.”

  “Once I’m inside you, it doesn’t matter what happens or if you change your mind, I physically can’t get my cock out.”

  “That’s… intense.”

  “That’s what I mean when I say I don’t want to hurt you. It isn’t fair that you don’t get to change your mind.”

  “Why do you assume I’ll change my mind?”

  “Because,” I murmur, running my fingers over her perfect dusky pink lips, “It might be painful. Or it might be too pleasurable.”

  “I want it,” she answers, more certain than I’ve ever heard her.

  “I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care if you’re stuck inside me. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I stabbed you.”

  “Is stabbing some form of human foreplay then?”

  She giggles and I kiss her, holding her face close to mine. My cock stiffens. She isn’t scared. She’s heard about what happens to my cock, the way my biology will force our bodies together once I enter her. And not a single word of it scares her. I care so much about Jaen it hurts. My hands tremble as I reach for the buttons on the front of her tunic. It’s been a long time since I’ve loved a girl, and I’ve never loved a girl like Jaen. A normal human girl to everyone else, but the most important woman in the universe to me.

  Chapter 57

  Finally

  Jaen kisses me again. Her lips blaze with desire for me. She tastes different. I run my tongue over her neck as I clutch her body to mine. My fierce desire for her rages between my thighs.

  “Are you sure?” I murmur one last time, “Because once I start… it’s not my fault… I won’t be able to stop.”

  I can hear her heart racing. It’s terrifying. Losing control between my body and hers might scare her off me forever. The bedroom represents the one place Odilians lose control. We can no longer pretend we’re the same as other humanoid races. She peels my tunic over my shoulders and kisses the firm muscle. A ripple of warmth slides through me. Her little lips nibble at my shoulder, soft and slightly wet as she parts them.

  The white hair on the back of my neck and on my arms stands on end as her hand clutches my forearm and she slowly works the rest of my tunic off. I let her lips trace my collar bone’s ridges. I rake my fingers through her curls under they’re stuck. Her head bobs with each of her kisses. Each is deeper. Wilder…

  A low growl in my throat gets louder. She kisses my neck.

  “It’s okay,” she whispers, running her smooth hands along my horns, “It’s okay. You don’t have to hold back with me.”

  I don’t know how Jaen knows how much I fear letting that animal side of me out of control in front of her. I pull her closer to me and my nails sink into her back, almost like claws. She gasps as my lips suck on her exposed flesh. The growl continues in my throat. I’m holding her so tight it scares her. I sink my teeth into her shoulder and she moans.

  “Sorry,” I growl.

  I sound less like myself and more like a beast.

  “Don’t apologize,” she whispers, a whimper escaping from her tightened throat, “I want it.”

  I run my teeth along her shoulder again and she moans. I smell her arousal all over her skin. Everywhere her veins pass through her soft flesh, she smells like a horny female and I can’t contain my desire to mate with her. My hardness rises in my trousers as I lay her on her back and press my body against hers.

  “Gavriel,” she whimpers as my teeth tug on her neck, “Do it. Now.”

  Her hands paw desperately at the fastener tying my trousers shut. She eases them over my thighs and butt. As her fingers run over my taut cheeks, I growl and the tip of my hardness finds her entrance.

  I may feel normal at first. But when my cock finds her tightness, she’ll know how much of an animal I am, how quickly I succumb to my baser desires. I ease her pants and underwear off. She’s wet. I smell her sugary wetness, slick and excited without my hands anywhere near her. My desire to seed her overwhelms me. My low growl gets deeper, and she makes a gasping moan as she struggles to hide her shock.

  My eyes must have changed color by now. She holds onto my horns and coaxes me with the base of her ankle. I love her. I have to do this to her because I love her. I slide the tip inside her. She gasps as I slide an inch in.

  “B-b-big,” she stammers, “It’s b-b-big.”

  Her navel undulates as she struggles to adjust.

  “I’ll take it slow,” I murmur. I’m trying to be gentle, but I know how different my voice sounds.

  “More,” she pleads.

  I slide another inch inside her. She moans. I bent my chest over hers, caging her into the bed and protecting her with my weight. I kiss her cheek and neck and slide another inch inside her. I’m nearly nestled between her legs. I can feel the bulge starting. I need to get the rest of my hardness inside her.

  I groan and thrust the rest between her legs. She cries out. I groan and thrust between her deeper. She grabs my horns tighter and moans. Her juices splatter around our thighs as I drive myself inside her tightness to the hilt. She can feel it now. I’m losing control.

  The large knot grows and stretches her. She cries out. The warm heat in her stomach and the full sensation of a thick alien cock stretching her perfect human tightness drives her mad.

  “I’m… I’m…”

  I press my lips against hers. I want to feel her tighten around me as she cums. I thrust forward, and she cries out, climaxing all over my cock. The increased lubrication makes it easy for me to slide back and forth. I can move and fuck her hard, but I can’t withdraw until we’ve both finished. I grab her cheek and force her to look at me.

  I need to stare my female in the eyes, claiming her body and mind for my own before I seed her warm and fertile human hole. Jaen turns me into an animal and by the way she’s moaning, she likes it.

  Chapter 58

  Thrice

  I push into her harder and she whimpers.

  “Oh… It feels so good. But… I can’t…”

  “Can’t?” I breathe.

  I keep thrusting. Her tightness grips me with a hot, but soaking wet vice. I can barely move forward and every time I do, she trembles and climaxes. Her breasts spill from the side of her torso and I run my tongue along the side of her neck as she screams.

  “I can’t… I’m going to…”

  She cries out and climaxes again. She turns a deep mulberry color as she finishes and bucks her legs around me, gripping her body with her thick cinnamon-colored thighs. I growl and push her thighs back, squeezing the apex of her thighs into a tighter hole. My enormous cock fills her tight center, and she moans as the slippery fullness.

  I need to fill her with my seed. I need to mate her. I lean forward and sink my teeth into her shoulder as I groan. I don’t pierce flesh but I taste her skin, yearn for the arousal coursing through her blood. She’s perfect. Delicious. So wet and tight. I need to cum in that tight pocket between her legs. She’s the tightest I’ve ever had, and my big dick fills her human pussy up.

  As my lips wrap around her flesh, she screams and moans in my ear, “Go ahead. Cum inside me, Gavriel.”

  I can’t stop myself. My pleasure bursts from the tip, coating her in cum. She gasps and sighs with relief.

  “I’m not done…”

  I groan in pleasure. Odilian climaxes release an enormous amount of a natural opiate produced by our bodies. I’m sleepy and lost in a sea of pleasure. More pumps of my cum erupt from my cock's head. She’s so wet now that I can nearly slip out of her without hurting h
er.

  “Almost done,” I murmur.

  She cries out as more cum pumps from my cock. There’s enough to get her pregnant with a litter of Odilians. I pull out of her once it’s safe and she trembles and gasps for breath. She can’t find the right words to say — or any words at all.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No. I’ve never… I’ve never cum like this in my life.”

  I can’t help but smirk. I could have guessed that.

  “It’s… Is there… I’m on a cloud.”

  “My seed contains… natural opiates. They can make sex with an Odilian… addictive.”

  “So your cum is a drug?”

  “It sounds crass when you say it like that.”

  “I’m feeling very crass.”

  I glance over at her naked body on the bed. My hardness flinches when I imagine her soft human belly growing with my children. Her tightness glows dark red from the arousal, drawing my attention to her cum-filled center. Oozing white seed slips around her thighs and around her tight entrance.

  “I hope the redness isn’t from pain.”

  “N-no… I don’t think I could feel pain right now.”

  She closes her eyes for a moment.

  “It’ll feel better the second time.”

  “Second time?”

  “I’m not finished,” I whisper, “The second part comes now.”

  “Second part?”

  “Did I forget to mention this? I have to… mate you… at least three times.”

  “What? Don’t I get a choice? It’s not like you’ll maim me now.”

  “It’s worse,” I groan, “I’ll be… insufferable.”

  “I don’t think I can take your enormous cock again,” she gasps, sliding into a seated position and pulling my blanket over her nude body as if she can hide her arousal from me. She doesn’t know how intense her scent is or the power she has over me now that I’ve mated her. I’ll have her slippery entrance again tonight.

  “I need you,” I murmur, my voice turning into that low growl again as my hardness grows turgid, “I need to… impregnate you.”

  “Impregnate me?! You didn’t say anything about getting me pregnant.”