Rescued By Tordin: Olodian Alien Warrior Romance

by Mychal Daniels

  Then he spoke, a little louder this time and said, “You honor me greatly with the gift of yourself. I will forever cherish it and you. The Goddess truly sent you to me. Kyra, I will honor you and make certain to make this a beautiful experience for you—mate.”

  “I know you will—if you continue what you started. Tordin, you’re torturing me. Please,” she said as she reached for him to climb up and kiss her.

  He complied, moving up the length of her and nestling his hips between her thighs.

  “Kiss me,” she said and he did.

  He was gentle at first, then with her prodding and plunging her tongue deeper into his mouth, his intensity grew. He ravaged her mouth with his own, owning her and making her body sizzle with pleasure. Instinctively, her hips bucked and moved against him, beckoning and seducing him to enter her.

  She knew she would experience some sort of cathartic release once he was inside her. It called her to move beneath him. “Please, Tordin, I need you inside me, now.”

  “Dear Kyra, you’re not ready yet. I haven’t prepared your body to take me into it. I would only hurt you if I entered you right now.”

  “Please, I’m ready and I hurt for you now. Can’t you sense it?”

  He paused and stilled. She could tell he fought with something within. Then he relented.

  “We will go slowly. I do not want to hurt you, and I am rather large for your small body.”

  “Ha!” she laughed in spite of the intense moment. No one had ever called her small in her adult life. Yeah, beyond a shadow of a doubt she knew she was capable of loving him right now. “Tordin, thank you for making my entire adult life better.”

  She could tell he didn’t quite grasp what she meant, but her body drove her hard to consummate their joining. She needed this good pain to finish driving out the bad. With deft hands and an urge more powerful than herself, she reached down between them to gently grab his hard shaft and rubbed the tip against her drenched folds, positioning it at her intimate entrance.

  His thunderous groan resounded in her, making her smile with triumph. There was no way he would be able to stall or deny her any longer. She knew at that moment, without a doubt, he needed her as much as she needed him. She lifted her legs, placing her feet on the bed to give her better leverage and pushed up and into his tip. He stiffened, remaining still as she took in deep breaths. She’d researched years before and knew what to expect.

  The burning sensation she felt subsided a little, a welcome sign to let her know she was doing it correctly. As she began to push herself around his massive tip again, he stopped her.

  “Kyra, let me do something. I might tear you if we continue this way. You feel so good but still way too tight to take me inside your sweet body.”

  “No, I want you, not your fingers,” she said, knowing that’s what he planned. “I want you to pierce me, not your finger. I want that passionate pain. I can handle it…trust me. We can go slowly, but this is how I want it to be. Okay?”

  Tordin nodded and took over. He guided the head of his shaft up and down her slick folds, generating more moisture from her body. He stimulated her and drove her to the edge as his tip ran tight circles around her sensitive bud. Over and over, he played her body like a violin, bringing her to greater heights of pleasure. When she was about to explode with ecstasy, he pushed into her hard and deep.

  She felt the white hot fire of his stiff, thick manhood inside her, throbbing, followed by the stretching sensation of her body accommodating him. It felt…good. She began to move her hips around him and winced with stings of pain as he began to join her, pushing in and out of her in short, slow thrusts. Soon the pain gave way to a sensation that was beyond anything she’d experienced up to this point. She opened entirely to him and grasped his butt, urging him on.

  He complied, moving faster and deeper with each joined thrust.

  She couldn’t get enough of him. He was her medicine. Each thrust, breath, retreat and collision shattered some hardened piece of her. One by one, Tordin broke down the old, hardened defenses that no longer served her. He thrust into her, kissed her and and held her tight as their motion built into a frenzy. She saw it—her secret essence—begging to be touched and rescued from the moat of despair she’d painstakingly built around it all these years.

  Tordin swooped in and freed her, giving her wings to fly up and away from that prison. She felt lighter than air as her heart sang and her body soared. She offered herself to him completely, and he answered in kind.

  The joy of making love with Tordin made her heart beat so fiercely she thought it would leap out of her body and proclaim her love for him on its own. They climbed the mountain of ecstasy together, going higher and higher and higher until they reached the top, and she allowed herself to let go and experience the intensity of the moment. She was having an orgasm—yes! She could do that with him.

  Kyra rejoiced as her body continued to guide her response, tightening around his huge member in sporadic convulsions as she hung on for dear life.

  In response, Tordin’s pace increased to inhuman speed.

  He captured her eyes with his own strikingly brilliant gray ones and said, “You, Kyra, are my mate, and I am yours. I give you my essence from my body to yours.”

  The friction of his fast, deep thrusts quickly took her over the edge again until it happened. They froze together in mid-stroke as they crested together. She felt the release of his hot seed deep inside her in time with his last thrusts. She couldn’t move or release him for long moments and was grateful he continued to hold her tightly. She didn’t want to let him go, and she relished the sensation of floating down from the orgasmic mountain they’d climbed together while still in his massive arms.

  When she felt like she was back in her normal body based on calmer breathing, Tordin released her and rolled over. She didn’t want him to go far and scrambled to fit into the crook in his side. He rewarded her instinct with a hug and kiss on the forehead as she nuzzled in and settled down beside him. He didn’t say a word, and she didn’t know what to say. This was beyond explanation. To try to verbalize it would lessen its impact.

  She smiled and tried to commit to memory everything that had just happened. She felt herself drifting. She didn’t know how long this could last with him. He’d said she was his mate, but she didn’t quite know what that meant to him. For now, she would find comfort in Tordin’s world, wrapped up in his arms. She relented and allowed the allure of sleep to take her into its wonderland.

  12

  “Malm, please come to my rooms as soon as you can,” Tordin said in a quiet whisper into his vo-link.

  Tordin was back in the main room attempting to be quiet. Kyra slept in the sleeping room, and he needed to talk with his friend about how everything in his life had changed. He still buzzed from the sexual high and the thought of his mate as she slept in the next room. He looked back at the now closed-off area where she lay and marveled at how he might have missed out on having her in his life if he’d stuck with his normal, logical way of thinking. He knew he was different now that they had joined. His loyalty had shifted. She was his mate, and he’d do whatever it took to make sure he could keep her safe with him forever. Kyra was his first priority.

  Shortly after he’d called, Malm arrived and came into the room to see some of Kyra’s coverings still on the recline.

  “Tordin, what is this?” he said pointing to Kyra’s top.

  “That’s what I want to talk with you about. I asked you to come because I need to hand the command of the fleet over to you. I have made Kyra my mate, and she has agreed. I do not want to bring dishonor on the post of commander for having done this while she was supposed to be a protected guest under my command. She’s my mate, and my first priority is to her now, not the mission. I can’t put her in danger, and thus I’m not fit to lead as commander any longer.”

  Malm flopped down on the recline and stared off into the distance, a chorus of emotions evident across his face.


  After a moment, Malm spoke, choosing his words carefully. “Tordin, you have no need to vacate your station or duties. You have made the right choice in joining with your mate, Kyra. The Goddess is pleased. Your bond with Kyra will only help you complete this mission satisfactorily. She is your balance.”

  Tordin wanted to believe that, but the fact remained that he had joined with Kyra before getting his father’s blessing or making certain that he didn’t have to answer to the IGA for any infractions during his rescue of the Earthians.

  “The Goddess may be pleased, but I still have to face my father and the IGA for what I have done. In addition to that, I still don’t know what my brother is up to. I am behind on what I need to do for this mission. I’ve not been as focused as I should be.”

  Malm sat up and concentrated his attention on the commander. “Tordin, you have the blessing of the Goddess. Your focus was always where it should have been. Kyra is a rare gift in that she is both your unction and your mate. Your joining with her must have been the next step to finding out what is going on and rectifying the situation. You of all people know that everything is interconnected. I feel how strongly the Goddess is within Kyra, so I know you must feel it even more. Take this as the blessing it is and work with her to do what has to be done.”

  “I want to, but nothing is coming to me on how to begin. If you won’t take over command, at least help me figure out what to do next. I’m torn. All I want to do is continue to lie with Kyra in a deep blissful sleep, but the tug of responsibility to do what is right still rides me.”

  “Cousin, that is your weakness. You are driven to deny yourself and your pleasure in pursuit of doing what is best for others. Hasn’t the pain of denying yourself your mate this long shown you that you deserve to have joy, too? As I see it, the Goddess has seen fit to weave your happiness into your mission,” Malm said and paused as Tordin began to pace. Tordin revealed his turmoil by running fingers through his unruly hair. Malm’s deep but kind voice filled the space again. “If you follow your bliss, the mission will succeed. I advise you to go lie down with your mate and rest. When you are refreshed, speak with her about what lies ahead and get her input. The only thing I will add is to contact your father and let him know of your good fortune.”

  Malm looked at Kyra’s discarded top once more and smiled. “Tordin, don’t despise the gift before you. We should all be so blessed. It could not have come to a better person. Your mating will give the men hope that it will happen for them, as well.”

  “Thank you, cousin and friend. You’re right.”

  “I know I am,” Malm said with a rare smile and left.

  Tordin looked at the door through which Malm had departed and then to the one that held entry to the other room, where his mate slept. The jolt of rightness urged him forward, and he went to rejoin Kyra in slumber. She was his balance, and he’d talk with her when they woke.

  * * *

  Brantley scrambled through the doors as one of those goons left.

  He had to find a way to get out a call for help. His plan was working. The aliens were in their late evening shift, and he was in his morning one. He was as refreshed as possible, given his energy depletion, and he was ready to find a way to call to anyone out there for help. He would get rescued if it was the last thing he did.

  In order to work his plan, he’d learned their schedule and timed his sleep patterns to be opposite to theirs. Sure, he needed way more sleep than they did, but it was going to work to his advantage. They thought he slept too much, anyway. He’d tricked them to believe he slept all the time. When they would go about their business, he would slip out of his rooms and find all the hidden areas of the enormous vessel. It took what seemed like forever, but he’d finally located the ship’s operations area and had even seen that bitch Kyra coming and going from it.

  It was just like her to cozy up to someone on the crew and seduce him, so she could get what she wanted. Typical whore. She was so far into playing their game that she even used some of their language. She had no loyalty. She would cast her lot with whoever was in power. He felt the hatred rising up in his empty stomach.

  Then and there he made a vow to see her destroyed.

  When he entered the operations room, the skeleton crew worked at stations far removed from each other. He only had to watch what they did and figure out what the symbols meant. Once he had that down, he would wait until one left his console and send out a Mayday call. He was weak and didn’t know how much longer he could go on with this hunger strike, but he knew he would make it off this ship. He had to.

  * * *

  Tordin woke with Kyra still nestled into his side. The feel of her small, naked body pressed up against his felt so good. Warmth flooded him. He knew this was the way he wanted to wake up each and every morning. He never imagined she would end up sharing his sleep space when he’d moved her next door to him. He was prepared to be content knowing she slept close by. Having her here with him was more than he would ever have expected.

  Kyra stretched and began the slow journey to wakefulness. He loved how his link with her gave him vital information about her and her wellbeing. Since their joining, his awareness of her was stronger and would continue to grow. He made a mental note to explain it to her as well, since she would experience something similar. She was Earthian, and he wasn’t sure to what extent, but he knew it already affected her by her recent dream walks to find him.

  She moved again. As he looked down at her, her eyes popped open as they had in his office. He would never tire of watching her sleep, or waking up next to her. This must be the emotion the Earthians called true love.

  In his world, finding a mate was to be linked and able to accomplish greater things together than they could apart. The Olodians’ matches would have kindness, sexual attraction and even fondness for each other, but not this irrational need and hunger for all things concerning their mates. The insatiable drive to protect Kyra above all others and never be without her was strange to him, and yet it was the very thing he experienced with her. He was in love.

  Tordin remembered his father describing similar emotions for his mother in this way. The Emperor had been heart-fallen when she died. Tordin had never until now been able to understand why he took her death so hard. Whenever the Emperor retold stories of their life together, Tordin thought he was acting the showman for effect and entertainment.

  His father was never as vibrant and happy after the loss of his mother. He said she was his beloved and the love of his life. The words ‘love’ and ‘beloved’ came from the language of the Earthians, and Tordin had always found them fascinating. Now he was in love with an Earthian. He realized how strong his father must be to carry on without his mother after all these years. Knowing how he felt about Kyra in this short amount of time, Tordin didn’t know how he would survive if something were to happen to her. This thought sobered him.

  “A penny for your thoughts,” Kyra said as she stretched and sat up.

  “Good morning, dear Kyra.”

  She moved to prop herself up against the head of the sleep platform. His body hated the loss of her touch. He pulled her back to him in a fluid, swift motion as he sat up, placing her across his lap. The sleep-warm feel of her super soft skin against his made his member stiffen in response. Before he could adjust himself, it pressed and poked against her bare womanhood as she sat on him. Instead of moving away from him, she grinned and straddled him, taking his member into her hot body and sinking down slowly before he recognized exactly what she’d done. She was so wet and ready that he couldn’t help the gruff sound that escaped him as her sweet, hot body wrapped around him.

  “Do you like that?” she asked in a whisper as she began to move her hips in circles and infinity loops.

  “Kyra, you are too much. Yes, I more than like this. Aren’t you sore, though? I don’t want you to overdo it.”

  “I’ll worry about that later. Have gaiata, will make love to my mate often,” she said in a sing-song way and
rubbed her nose against his in a nuzzle.

  He liked this side of her. She was affectionate and a little naughty. He allowed her to guide this joining as she moved slowly enough to tease him into any submission she desired.

  Tordin knew sweet agony, and this was it; Kyra was taking her time to drive him mad with hunger for more of her. “You’ve rendered me powerless, love. I’m yours to do anything you want me to,” he admitted.

  He watched, trying to remember to breathe correctly as she rose up and down, taking him into herself with a measured pace. It was a slow pace that threatened to make him howl with frustration if she kept it up. When she rose up almost to his tip, just enough to give him access to her delicious breasts, he suckled one with vigor and then quickly shifted to place her on her back.

  Tordin didn’t mean to be rough, but she’d driven him to the edge. He pushed himself deep inside her, exacting his sweet revenge for the torture she’d inflicted on him. Increasing the tempo of his lovemaking, she joined in, meeting each of his thrusts with equal intensity. He came down into her as she smiled and said, “I love you, Tordin.”

  He stopped like the wind had been knocked out of him. Kyra loved him. This was monumental for an Earthian to say, especially a woman to say it first. He knew this from countless content he’d consumed about their customs. Her words hit their intended mark as his heart beat fast, strong and proud. He knew he could return the sentiment with complete abandon. She loved him.

  “I love you, dear Kyra. Thank you. I know what it means to say this, and I know it is true for me, as well.” He continued to weigh the seriousness of their professions and rolled it over again. “We love each other.”

  “Yeah, we do,” she said, and her eyes filled with tears.

  He kissed away her tears as he started to move inside her again. She wrapped herself tightly around him, bringing her legs up and around him as she held on. Tordin loved this. He made sure she found pleasure before he took his, releasing his essence deep inside her and relishing the pure pleasure the act brought.