Evlon

by Maia Starr

  They were the ones that I compared every man to. I wondered what was underneath those tight uniforms they wore out on the field. It was always forbidden fruit. But I had to put that desire aside and focus.

  I watched them tackle and fight each other. It was like some warrior video game come to life. I was fascinated as I watched the strong bodies fight and collide. I even found my mouth watering a little. A sound pierced the air, almost like a whistle, and the soldiers stopped. Then they all lined up facing each other on either side of the field once more.

  But as I looked at them and scanned over their faces, I found that one was looking directly at me. I sucked in a sharp breath of air. He was breathing hard, and his strong chest was going up and down as he stared at me. Then he grinned a brilliant white grin. His long black hair was just above his shoulders, and it was messy and rugged. His eyes were a light brown, like an amber color. His black latex uniform hugged his muscular, tall body.

  I started to feel nervous as he stared at me. Why the hell was he looking at me like this? His grin was as if he could see me naked, and it was making me uneasy.

  “This might be the coolest game I have ever seen,” Trevor whispered to Brad.

  “Yeah, none of us would last two seconds out there. Not even our most skilled soldiers would last out there,” Captain James added in.

  They were right. These Zenkian soldiers were making extreme and brutal battle into a game. No wonder they were not afraid of real battle, and were excellent at it. This was an everyday occurrence.

  The soldier with the black hair and amber eyes was still looking at me. I felt a flush of heat over my body and I had to look away. I was so embarrassed, and I did not know why. But my body was betraying me, and I felt myself growing moist between my thighs. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the ground around my feet. Then the loud whistle blew. I looked up.

  The soldiers screamed at each and ran at each other full force. Clash! Swords banged together, and shields clashed. They were fighting real combat, not with laser guns. It was brutal. But I could not take my eyes off the black-haired soldier. He was skilled. He was the best one out there. He would take on two fighters at a time. My mouth fell open watching him. Damn, he was good. Damn, he was sexy. Shit.

  Chapter 3

  Evlon

  Seeing the human whose time I was supposed to occupy was pleasing to me. She stared at me up and down, and I knew I frightened her. She had probably never seen anything like me up close and personal.

  She wore a black fitted space suit. Her shapely legs gave way to curvy thighs and thick hips. I liked what I was seeing. Her waist was small, but it ballooned out into ample breasts as my eyes moved up her body. Her long brown hair was pulled back high on her head, and her full pink lips looked to be trembling a bit. She was on an alien planet with us, and she did not know what was in store for her.

  I had to admit I was now excited that Leader Rangellis had given her to me as an assignment. But even I did not know what he had in store for her. I knew that it could not be a good thing for her, but it could be very good for me.

  The game signal shrieked its call, and I put my head back in the war games. I knew that she would watch me. I went at it. I took out two soldiers at a time, swinging my sword and shield as I battled. I was in it. Then the signal rang twice again. It was now a one-on-one battle between the two soldiers that took down the most in the free for all combat. It was me against Tormunt from the rival team. This was just practice, but I took every war game practice seriously.

  We lined up facing each other, just Tormunt and I. He growled at me. The game signal sounded.

  “Aagh!” I shouted as I lunged at him. Whack! I smacked him with a blow of my shield. He stumbled to the side but came back with a blow of his sword. I blocked it with my own sword. We fought hard. Then he almost got the upper hand. This was not like me. I knew it was because in that instance I had looked over to the sidelines where the human female stood. I could not stop myself from taking a quick look at her. But doing so cost me. Tormunt struck a blow at my right thigh with his shield. I felt it. Shit.

  But I struck him with the blunt end of my sword, and he fell down, unconscious.

  “That’s what you get for that blow to the thigh, Tormunt!” I shouted then spit on his unconscious body. The signal blew and echoed across the field. I raised my sword high in the air in victory.

  “Yes! That’s right! Evlon!” the soldiers on my team shouted as they gathered around me in celebration. They were always happy to win. I looked directly at the human female. She was blushing as she looked at me. I grinned. She liked what she saw, even though it scared her a bit. I could almost taste her already. My mouth watered just thinking about it.

  “Evlon! Come!” Leader Rangellis shouted at me.

  I snapped my sword into my waist belt and moved off the field to him.

  “What was that, Evlon?!” Leader Rangellis shouted at me. “You let Tormunt get that blow to your leg. That won’t be good for the games to come. You are set to break a victory record. I want you to break that record.”

  “So do I. I will break it. I do have an ache from that blow,” I said rubbing my thigh. I looked over at the humans, and Rangellis spoke to me.

  “You will need to be treated. I think this human can help you,” Rangellis said pointing at the human female. She gasped.

  “What? Me?”

  “Yes. Evlon, this is Miranda. She is here to speak to us about possibly negotiating a peace accord. But she has the background of human medicine,” Rangellis said.

  “I do. How do you know that?” she asked confused.

  “We know everything about our guests. It is a matter of security.”

  “Oh, I see,” she said looking at the human men at her side.

  “This is Evlon. He is to show you our Waysaw and the ways of the Zenkians while we prepare for your talks,” Rangellis said.

  “It is nice to meet you. I am Miranda, President of Communications of the alien relations agency on Earth. This is Captain James, Brad, and Trevor,” she said.

  I nodded to the other humans. I would probably kill them later.

  “Evlon has suffered an injury to his leg. I would like to know what a human in medicine would do for such a thing,” Rangellis said.

  “Well, in the past I would have overseen an athlete with an injury like this,” Miranda said thinking out loud. “I would have advised a cold bath for inflammation. Then a warm stone massage on the injury. If that does not help, then it is a more serious matter.”

  “Good. Get to work. I will take the rest of your team to feast. You have had a long journey,” Rangellis said.

  “Wait. What?” Miranda said.

  I grinned. I knew exactly what Rangellis was up to.

  “Miranda, we must establish trust if we are to speak of peace and honor each other’s words. I entrust my best soldier to your hands. Let us see if we can trust each other. Evlon will show you where,” he said. “The rest of you can follow me,” he said to the human men.

  “Whoa, Miranda, I don’t think we should separate,” the one called Captain James said.

  Miranda was looking at me, then at Rangellis.

  “No. It is all right. We are asking a lot of the Zenkians. This is the least I can do for them. I am honored to see to your soldier’s injury,” she said to Rangellis. Then she turned to the humans. “Just go. I will be fine. I will find you later.”

  The men looked at each other and then reluctantly followed Rangellis down the field toward the city. Miranda looked at me.

  “So, Evlon, where do your soldiers see to injuries?” she said nervously.

  “I will show you. Follow me,” I said leading her in the opposite direction. She followed me closely. My thigh was not hurting at all, but this was all part of the game, and it was going to be an enormous amount of fun. I was grinning a big grin, preparing myself for what I was about to show her.

  “Is it far?” she asked.

  “No, it is just i
nside this complex. There is an area for injured soldiers from the war games and areas for us to warm up our bodies and prepare. This is separate from the entire medical complex in the city for general use. This place inside is only for the war games,” I said.

  “Hmm, it is just like a football stadium. Do you have cheerleaders too?” she laughed.

  “What? What is that?” I said looking at her.

  “Nothing. Please lead the way,” she said. I arched a brow as I looked over at her. As she walked, her tits bounced in her space suit. I wanted to put my mouth on them. All in good time Evlon, I said to myself.

  Chapter 4

  Miranda

  I had treated many soldiers before on Earth. I had given them massages and ice baths; it was no problem. But this was different. I was about to be alone with this brute alien that had been hostile toward humans and Earth. I had just watched him be ruthless in the war games and it both scared and excited me. Now I was supposed to treat his injury in order to establish trust. I had to do it. The entire mission depended on it.

  But the way Evlon had looked at me on the field had me feeling very nervous. Maybe it was all in my head, but it seemed like he was flirting with me, an alien flirtation. Was it possible? I knew that they took human females from Earth and enslaved them. It was wrong, and one of the main reasons that I was there, to stop that. But were they also taking them to bed? It was possible, and it was possible it was why he had looked at me the way he had, because he knew what it was like to be inside a human female.

  We quietly walked into the lower levels of the war game complex, which were comprised of different rooms.

  “Why don't you tell me what is bothering you?” I said, finally breaking the silence as I followed him into what looked like a physical therapy area. There were bathtubs lined against the wall and several exam tables. I could not read the writing on all the gadgets, but it all seemed familiar.

  “Here,” he rubbed the inside of his right thigh. I swallowed hard. He looked at me with a grin. “Are you familiar with this area. The muscles here in the thigh?” he asked.

  “Yes, we call it a groin muscle,” I said rapidly as I realized I was going to have to massage his groin. “Do you have a cold bath? Ice? Or very cold water,” I said.

  “Yes, I know what ice is on Earth. Here we use this. It comes out just as cold,” he pointed to the spout over the tub.

  “Good then fill the tub with very cold water,” I said.

  He grinned and turned the spout. I looked around the room trying to get familiar with it. I noticed folded cloths stacked on top of each other. I grabbed one so that he could wrap it around his waist.

  “Get out of that uniform and wrap this around your waist,” I said holding it out to him.

  He grinned and began to undress. “Why do I need to do that?”

  “Well, it’s just because…” but there was no point. He slid off his boots and the uniform and stood in front of me naked.

  I gasped.

  “Yes, that is the reaction you should have, human female,” he said arrogantly. I looked directly at his cock. He was exactly like a human man but much bigger. His cock was hard and stood straight up toward his belly. His hard six pack abs were toned and muscular. His broad shoulders and hard pecks were perfect. He was the perfect specimen of an alien soldier with smooth red skin.

  “Um…I think it should be ready now. If you want to get in,” I said turning my back to him.

  He laughed. I heard the water turn off and then the splashing as he got in. I was glad that he was submerged now and I would not have to look at the lower half of him. I went to a table near the exam table and looked at what was on it.

  “So, you should only be in there for about six minutes or so, or at least a human would. I don’t know the hypothermic level of a Zenkian, but just to be safe. It is enough time to calm the inflammation,” I said not looking at him.

  “I will set it for six minutes,” he said. I looked up to see him pressing a panel on the side of the tub. He was setting a timer. That was easy enough.

  “I think this is rubbing oil?” I said holding up a bottle.

  “Yes precisely,” he said. I took off the lid and smelled it. It was a delicious fragrance of flowers of some kind.

  “Miranda,” Evlon said. I looked at him. He was laying back in the tub casually. His broad shoulders and muscular arms caught my attention.

  “Yes, Evlon? Are you feeling all right? Is it too cold? Do you need to get out?” I asked.

  “No, I have stamina for harsh conditions,” he said. “This it is perfect. I just have a question for you,” he grinned. It only made me more nervous.

  “All right, Evlon. I’m listening,” I said.

  “Why are you doing this? Why did you choose this profession? Why would a human female like you want to deal with aliens like me?” he smiled.

  “That is not what I expected. That is a very serious question. I don't have a straight answer. I like doing what I do, and I have always had an interest in space. I think I would get very bored if I did something else,” I said surprised by his probing question.

  “That is a good honest answer, but what I think you really mean to say that you find us fascinating. You find me fascinating,” he said.

  He was arrogant. I wasn’t going to give in to whatever game he was playing. “What about you, Evlon? Why do you do this? You are out there fighting in that war game. You participate in raids on Earth. Why?”

  “Because I fucking love it, that’s why,” he said arrogantly again.

  “That is an honest answer, I guess. I was looking for something a little deeper, but I would not expect that from you,” I said. Now it was my turn to be arrogant. His face fell from a grin to a snarl. He didn’t like it. I suddenly realized that I was teasing a brute alien that thought violence was fun, and I was all alone. It was a stupid mistake.

  Ding! The timer went off. He was still looking at me.

  “You can get out now,” I said. He was pissed. He braced himself on the tub edges and hoisted his wet naked body up. I quickly turned and began to grab the oil and other items on the side table next to the table in order to occupy myself.

  “Just dry off, Evlon. Then come and lay on this exam table,” I said nervously.

  My breathing grew rapid as I imagined the water dripping off of this firm and toned body alien. He was angry, and it turned me on a little. I felt a little ashamed by that.

  I could feel his body moving next to me. I inhaled and could smell his masculinity. He moved on to the table. “I am ready, Miranda.”

  I turned around to him. He was completely naked again on the table dripping wet.

  “Oh my god,” I said.

  “Yes, I am your god,” he said arrogantly again.

  I sighed as I went to the wall and grabbed a dry cloth. “Let me drape this on you,” I quickly said. I looked straight at the wall. I slowly laid it over his crotch. I knew that he was doing this on purpose. He was trying to make this very difficult for me.

  “Okay, so now I would massage the injury. This will help it heal and get the blood flow back in,” I grabbed the oil and poured it into my hands.

  “I can’t wait,” he said.

  I sighed. I was annoyed with his arrogance. It was frustrating. I rubbed my hands together with the oil. I looked down at him. He was laid out in front of me. Drips of water were beading off his smooth red skin. Six-pack abs moved up and down with his breathing. Strong legs were long and toned, exactly how a soldier should look. I needed to stop ogling his body and get to work.

  “Tell me if I am using too much pressure. I don't want to hurt you more,” I said, stalling. Putting my hand on his inner thigh was not something I wanted to do, but I had to. Why did his injury have to be so damn close to his large cock?

  “You could never hurt me, Miranda. You are too small and fragile,” he said. His voice was husky and low. I looked at him, and his eyes were closed. I took a deep breath and lay both of my hands on the inside of hi
s right thigh.

  “Mmm, human female, your hands feel very warm. It is good after being in the cold,” he moaned.

  The way he moaned out the words caught me off guard. It was sexy. Almost like he was fucking. I pretended not to notice.

  I moved my fingers massaging as low as I could near his knee. I had to focus. I tried to think of him in an anatomical medical way.

  “Is that too much pressure?” I asked.

  “No, you can do it harder. But the real injury I feel is higher,” he said.

  “Oh, okay,” I swallowed. “Here?” I moved my hands up higher on his inner right thigh. I was looking the cloth that was barely draped over his cock.