Daegon: Alien Warlord's Conquest (Scifi Alien-Human Military Romance)

by Vi Voxley

  His clothes were still in the way, and Zoey wanted heat, to feel his hot skin against hers.

  "Off," she said, hoping that Daegon got her meaning.

  He did. With a growl, the warlord rid himself of his clothes with the same uncaring he'd shown to hers. Zoey's mouth dropped open when he knelt above her, the incredible body revealed to her at last in all its glory. She didn't notice when she licked her lips, too mesmerized by the hard lines of his perfect physique.

  Her eyes were at once drawn to his huge cock, sobbing in need just from the idea of taking it. That desire came with a considerable amount of concern, since Daegon's cock was thick and long and far bigger than any Zoey had ever seen.

  She bit her lip, seeing Daegon grin. The warlord didn't wait another moment, pulling her up to kneel opposite him. She was caught in another demanding kiss, but it was over too soon for her liking. All protests died on her lips, however, when Daegon moved behind her, his strong hands wandering over her body.

  Every touch made Zoey lean into it, wanting more contact with him. She traced the patterns on his arms as they groped her ass and tits, then finally sliding between her legs.

  When she cried out in pleasure, Zoey could feel his cock pressed against her back twitch in response. Daegon's growl was ringing in her ears as she let her body grind up and down his. The warlord kissed her neck, sucking on the delicate skin, but Zoey barely noticed.

  Her wet pussy welcomed his fingers gladly, her moans echoing in the room as Daegon slipped first one and then two digits inside her. Zoey sobbed, fucking herself on them, loving the way they stretched her. She knew she would need all the preparation she could get, but it was torturous.

  As Daegon's other hand joined the first, dipping a finger in her for a second to get slick, Zoey whimpered in pleasure. It turned into a breathless moan when the finger circled her clit, driving all coherent thoughts from her mind. She threw back her head, resting it on Daegon's shoulder.

  Her back was arched and her body was trembling, trying to match the rhythm Daegon's fingers set. Cries of ecstasy fell from her lips as he picked up the pace, pushing his fingers deeper into her wetness, bringing her closer. Zoey wanted to plead, to ask him to fuck her already, but the warlord kept up the teasing until she thought she would pass out from the overload of sensations.

  Her pussy was so wet that Daegon's fingers slid in and out effortlessly, but when she felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance, Zoey suddenly wasn't sure if it had been enough.

  Not a word of hesitation came to her mind. All that she had the breath to say was, "Yes! Daegon, yes..."

  The warlord kept a firm grip around her, like a cloak of warm marble holding her in place. Zoey screamed when he entered her, pushing in slowly and firmly.

  His cock pushed her pussy to its limits, filling every inch of her. With her eyes closed to focus on the pleasure alone, Zoey shivered, reveling in the tight fit. Daegon was breathing heavily behind her and she could feel his thick length throb inside her heat. She wondered if it was as divine and as torturous for him as it was for her.

  "You feel amazing," he whispered against her neck, pressing kisses everywhere he could reach. "Ready for me, needing me to fuck you until you can't even stand. Until you can't remember anything but my name..."

  Zoey wanted to say that it had been the case for several days now, but then Daegon moved. The very first thrust rocked her to her core and she almost fell out of his grip, but the warlord held her tight. One hand on her breast, fondling it and the other around her waist, he picked up the same punishing rhythm as before.

  Zoey could do nothing but endure and moan, sinking so deeply into the pleasure that she could only see stars in front of her eyes. Daegon felt so good, hot and hard inside her, with every motion of his hips sending her further into oblivion.

  The sensations overwhelmed Zoey. Daegon was everywhere around her, his lips on the back of her neck, his hands caressing her, his rock hard cock pounding into her relentlessly. She was helpless in his hands, moaning his name as he destroyed her body in the sweetest way imaginable.

  "Oh god yes, fuck yes," she whimpered, "yes, right there..."

  When the warlord hit the spot within her, it was like being struck by the electric glove. A shock went through her, making her tremble again, but instead of searing pain it only brought wave upon wave of pleasure. She had never felt anything even remotely that good, as if he was breaking her apart with every thrust and making her whole again with the next.

  Her fingers were dragging lines on his tattooed skin, desperate for a lifeline to cling to as even reality started to rip away from her.

  When she felt his huge cock throb harder inside her, Zoey knew he had to be close too. She was caught between wanting to cum and wanting it to last forever, and knowing he felt the same.

  Yet her mouth kept repeating the same thing over and over again, "Don't stop, please, Daegon, don't stop, you feel so good..."

  Then she felt herself falling through the air, but Daegon had merely lowered her to the bed. With her head resting on the soft pillow, Zoey finally had something to hold on to. The change in angle hit her in tune with Daegon's last thrust.

  Free from the charge of holding them both upright, he now gripped her hips, and if Zoey had thought he was pounding into her as fast and as hard as he could, she'd been terribly wrong.

  The pillow didn't muffle the scream he tore from her throat. Spreading her legs even wider to give Daegon better access – and a better view – Zoey had no other thought in her head but how fucking amazing he felt. There was no shame, no regret, no nothing.

  She lifted her ass higher up in the air, presenting herself to Daegon to take, wanting all of him and receiving it. Every thrust sent him as deep inside her pussy as he could go, burying his thick cock inside her. Zoey had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming, the pain and pleasure mixing together as Daegon fucked her mercilessly.

  The need to cum finally won out over the longing to make it last until the stars themselves died. The pleasure was building in her core, needing to be released. Zoey didn't think she could bear it much longer without passing out, the sheer intensity of her lust blinding her.

  "I –" she sobbed. "Please, I –"

  She could barely speak, but Daegon was as close as she was. The powerful grip he had on her tightened even more as his thrusts lost their rhythm.

  "You are mine," she heard him growl, deep and dark and husky. "I will let you cum, but then you belong to me. Your gorgeous body, your every desire, every fantasy you've ever had is mine."

  Before, only Zoey's body had been at the warlord's mercy, but now her mind was his as well. With each word, she felt her resolve weakening, the will to ever leave his side diminish further. Until there was nothing but the need to be his in that moment.

  "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, yours, I'm yours..."

  That answer seemed to be enough for Daegon. The warlord's thrusts became harder, almost painful, if Zoey hadn't been long over the threshold of pain. She screamed in pleasure as he pounded into her, every nerve ending in her body tense in waiting. The orgasm approached with such force that Zoey felt herself drown in it, lose all sensation but the ability to experience the absolute ecstasy Daegon was giving her.

  When his hand slipped back between her legs, rubbing her clit, Zoey was lost. She could only bear that for a few seconds before her climax hit with a force that made her entire body shake in the torrent. She cummed, calling his name, tearing at the sheets beneath her as she fought to not lose one second of the best thing she'd ever experienced.

  She could hear Daegon pant behind her, the way his deep voice broke and his hands started to slip on her skin. There was a word there, somewhere, sounding like her name, but Zoey was too far gone to make sense of anything. She did feel Daegon cum inside her, his hot seed spilling into her pussy, filling her, but it had taken the last of her strength. The orgasm had torn through her, sending delicious aftershocks through her limbs until she fell to the
bed, utterly spent.

  After a long moment, Daegon pulled out and lay down beside her, the first real smile on his face as he looked at her. Unable to move a muscle, Zoey merely stared at the way he combed his fingers gently through her messed up hair.

  "You are so beautiful," he said quietly.

  His tone said everything even if his words did not, but Zoey didn't need him to spell out what she already knew. She saw it in his eyes, because the same reflected in hers – even if she had no idea how she could have fallen so fast, so hard and so hopelessly in love with him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Daegon

  The night with Zoey had been like a dream.

  And like all dreams, it ended with the morning. Daegon opened his eyes to find her still sleeping, naked and curled up in his arms. He took a moment to slowly trace his fingers over her peaceful form, hating the fact that he had to wake her soon. In the distance, even through the doors to his quarters, he could hear alarms blaring.

  No contact yet, or he would have been told. Then, the alert would have been deafening, reaching even his personal rooms.

  Instead, they told him the Wraith was catching up with the Yemalan and the traitor.

  Very soon, he would have to leave her side. It was a first for Daegon – to be reluctant to go to battle. He was a Corgan warrior, born and bred for this sort of thing. Now, with the coming of Zoey, he finally had someone to protect, something to lose.

  There was no question in his heart, but it didn't make it any easier. He would go and do his duty, to the chieftain, and more importantly, to all Corgans. But the fact he had to leave Zoey to the Wraith, under the protection of his warriors, was ruining his mood.

  The bed was still messy from their fucking. They'd both been too exhausted to begin making it, so the evidence of their passion was everywhere. He could still see where Zoey had grasped the sheets, tearing at them in her mindless desire.

  Daegon wanted it to be like that forever.

  "Zoey," he said gently, trying to at least give her one moment of peace before she realized what was happening.

  And there, the sleepy smile she greeted him with was the single most gorgeous thing he'd ever witnessed. It was gone in the next moment when Zoey properly woke up, recalling that the day had come.

  "It's happening?" she asked. "I can hear sounds from outside. Are we there?"

  "Not yet," Daegon replied, slowly caressing her cheek, brushing her long black hair out of the way. "Those are proximity alarms. They mean the Wraith has the enemy in sight. Figuratively speaking."

  Zoey nodded. In the days they'd spent together, Daegon had come to love her spunk, the way her fierce spirit refused to give up or admit defeat. The way she'd insisted on learning how to fight, how to defend herself, knowing it was more than likely to be hopeless... She was amazing to him.

  And so very fragile.

  "I should go," Daegon said, shaking his head clear.

  It wouldn't do to dwell upon things that might happen. It wasn't the way Corgans worked. They had a goal in sight and they worked towards it until the end. He wouldn't lose Zoey before he actually did, and he wasn't willing to let that happen until he had any strength left in his body.

  "I should take control of the bridge and see what the situation is."

  "Can I come with you?" Zoey asked at once.

  Before he could protest, she pressed on, "Please. I haven't left these rooms for days now. I know you'll be going away and I have to stay here. Just for now, don't keep me in the dark."

  Daegon considered that. There was a nugget of truth to her words, even if he hated the idea of having Zoey really see what they were up against. During the pursuit, constant information had been forwarded to them. He had been wondering how Arboc and his clan intended to reach Poural, but the answer was simple.

  They were already there.

  Having an entire clan suddenly show up would have seemed a little odd to the guard that the chieftain must have left behind. But Arboc wasn't a fool by any account. Daegon didn't know what he planned, but he had to go by the worst-case scenario – that he'd be facing an entire clan as well as the Yemalan.

  But the look in Zoey's eyes was too much for him to bear. He couldn't imagine what it had to feel like, to stay locked up like that. It was an imprisonment that was in her own best interests, but Daegon had quickly come to loathe making her sad.

  There was no threat yet, no one on board who would want to harm her. So no real reason why he couldn't give in to this one wish.

  "Very well," he agreed. "But you have to return to my rooms as soon as I leave. I'll lleave some of my best warriors here to protect you."

  The bright smile that had dawned on Zoey's face when he said yes was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

  "Shouldn't you have your best with you?" she asked, getting up and dressing in the suit Daegon had brought to her.

  It was a better fit for war than her robes – even if they did hide her body from his gaze – in that Zoey was able to carry basic supplies and the equipment of a Corgan warrior. It had a gun belt and other things she might find handy in combat, if by any chance she found herself in it.

  Something Daegon was going to do his best to avoid.

  "I will," he assured her, donning his dark armor. "I can spare a few."

  She looked ready to argue, but he cut in before she could say a word.

  "I need to focus down on the surface," he said. "Don't argue about this. I can't lose you."

  Her deep green eyes shone as she looked up at him, nodding mutely. They were both dressed now, ready to face the war ahead. Zoey had put on the stolen glove and had her gun on her hip. Daegon finished his preparations by strapping the twin blades to his back.

  She kept her silence until they reached the door. There he felt a small tug on his arm and turned to catch Zoey in his arms again, like the night before. She pressed herself against him and he tried not to notice how hard her body shook. When she raised her eyes to him, they were wet, but her expression was defiant.

  "Don't die," she ordered firmly. "I can't lose you either. I... I think I'm in love with you."

  The words were better than any shield he'd worn. They steeled his resolve to survive and win like nothing else. The beautiful creature in front of him that had flipped his life around had also given him the ultimate weapon. Nothing the enemy had could match that.

  "I will come back for you," he swore. "I love you, and I won't let anything come in our way."

  Her smile was exactly the answer he needed. Daegon kissed her, gentle and loving, unlike the passionate, lust-filled ones they'd exchanged before. He could feel Zoey pull herself up by the clasps of his armor. For a long moment, he held her in his firm embrace, unwilling to let go of her, ever.

  Then they left his quarters and made for the bridge. Daegon tried to focus on the upcoming battle, but it was difficult. The enemy had wanted Zoey for execution. There was no way of knowing they wouldn't try again. But it wasn't like he could take her with him to the surface.

  All the choices were bad. He had to trust that fate wouldn't bring Zoey to him for only a moment just to snatch her away in the next. That would have been crueler than any defeat.

  * * *

  The bridge was in turmoil when they got there.

  Most of the main screens showed Poural up ahead, already in viewing distance. The planet was gigantic and one of the most prosperous worlds under Corgan rule. Nadar Brenger had always taken good care of it, even after he became the chieftain and all the worlds technically belonged to him.

  With Gaiya needing the most attention and his new bride loving it there, he had rarely been back. Daegon figured that was one of the reasons Arboc and the Yemalan had dared to attempt such a ridiculous campaign.

  The monitors were beeping loudly, signaling incoming messages from the scout fighters and the readings of the Wraith itself. Next to him, Zoey was watching it all unfold with wide eyes, but he didn't see any fear.

  "Report," Daegon or
dered, turning to the bridge crew.

  Captain Tuval appeared by his side immediately, a deep frown on his face. For a second, he seemed to hesitate, but then the Corgan blood in him took over.

  "Which do you want first, lord?" he asked. "Bad news, worse news or the worst."

  Daegon glared while Zoey's green eyes flashed with concern. She said nothing, but he could feel the terror suddenly emanating from her.

  "Go from bad," he growled. "And if the worst is something I should have been told sooner, I will have your head."

  Captain Tuval nodded, accepting the terms as was proper.

  "The bad is that we have been unable to reach the guard units on the surface," he said. "They are either already dead or incapable of answering."

  Daegon nodded grimly. Unsurprising, but inconvenient. It meant he couldn't rely on their support nor even on the guards' willingness to help until they met down on Poural's ground. The warlord considered it unlikely that the guards wouldn't want to aid him, since they were Nadar's and the world under attack was their home planet, but one couldn't make such assumptions in war and expect them to hold.

  He would consider the guards out of the picture until he could decide otherwise.

  "We always counted on being alone," he said out loud. "Continue."

  "It is as you and the chieftain suspected," Tuval went on. "It's Lord Arboc and his clan. They're all here."

  Again. Unsurprising, but not good.

  Arboc's clan was one of the bigger ones. Under his rule, he'd constantly encouraged his warriors to be more ruthless and unforgiving. They were close to being fanatics, bent on keeping the old order and naturally opposed the chieftain.

  Daegon didn't fear them, but they made for uncomfortable enemies. Brions, the bloodhounds of the Union, had a saying that your own kind was the worst enemy. Too familiar, too used to fighting your way.