The Zoran's Touch (Scifi Alien Romance) (Barbarian Brides)

by Luna Hunter

  “Wh-what are you doing?!” I stammer, my heart beating in my throat.

  His fingers grip my ass, sinking into my soft skin, as he drags his tongue across my wet folds. I can’t deny it, my body yearns for him. I try to scoot away, but he’s having none of it.

  The Zoran holds me in place tightly. Refusing his advances is impossible. Resisting? It’s out of the question.

  He’s much too skilled for that.

  His tongue finds my aching clit instantly. He flicks his tongue against it, and a wanton moan leaves my lips.

  “You’re going to make me cum,” I breathe.

  “Good,” he growls. “Cum for me!”

  Fuck.

  I surrender myself to the alien warrior, body and soul. Any last reservations that I may have had melted away the moment the tip of his skilled tongue touched my clit.

  Now, all I can do is strap in for the ride.

  I lean forward and take the purple head of his Zoran cock into my mouth, as he tongues me on my most sensitive spot. Not a thousand years would I have imagined I’d ever find myself 69-ing with a Zoran warrior…

  But here I am.

  A throbbing manhood in my human mouth.

  A wet, soft, Zoran tongue tracing circles on my clit.

  My breathing growing quicker and quicker.

  Wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my veins, making it hard to see straight. I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure, radiating from that little nub into every fiber of my being.

  I arch my back, Beast’s cock leaving my lips, as I moan unabashedly. Modesty had gone out the window. Right now, all I can do is ride his face to a powerful, overwhelming orgasm, my hips moving of their own accord, grinding myself to nirvana on his expert tongue.

  Already I can feel my oncoming orgasm will be a doozy.

  I bite my bottom lip so hard I draw blood. Beast smacks my ass with one hand as he devours me. It feels like his tongue is everywhere; inside of me, dragging across my lips, flicking against my clit — I can’t keep track of it all.

  The only thing I’m sure about is that I’m about to come.

  Hard.

  “Ffffuck,” I groan. “So close…”

  “Cum for me,” the Zoran between my legs growls. “Cum for me!”

  Yes.

  I give in. I surrender. I accept.

  All the stress, the worry, the danger we’re in — it all fades away, disappearing into the background until it’s not even a blip on the horizon. It’s all replaced by pleasure.

  Pure, unadulterated bliss.

  It washes over me in ever growing waves.

  I scream Egon as I come, my legs shaking, my breaths short and quick, my vision turning to spots.

  When I regain a semblance of composure I roll off my Zoran lover, landing on my back, my quivering legs pulled up to my chest. I can’t even move right now. All I can do is tremble and breathe.

  “Oh my god,” I stammer. “How are you so good?!”

  Beast smirks at me as he lewdly licks his lips. “I like your taste,” he says.

  I can’t even be mad at him. With that skilled tongue, he can be as lewd as he likes to be. As long as he eats my out every day.

  That would be heaven.

  My eyes dart towards his cock. It’s standing upright, like a massive purple pillar, a golden crown on top. I might have come, but Beast certainly hasn’t yet.

  With a jolt I realize we’re far from done…

  A second later Beast is towering over me, his hands gliding up my naked thighs, the head of his cock rubbing against my wet folds.

  “What about protection?” I breathe, still quivering.

  Beast smirks at me. “We don’t need it,” he growls, his voice laced with lust.

  Yes.

  Whatever will happen, will happen.

  He thrusts his hips forwards, his cock entering me with an overwhelming jolt of pleasure. I throw my head back, moaning, writhing in pleasure, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

  Beast leans forward and sinks his teeth into my neck as he takes me, rough, hard, and without protection. We fuck like animals on the cave’s floor, bathed in sunlight, our bodies coated in sweat. Our wild sounds echo back to us, and for the first time in my life, I’m completely lost in the moment.

  To me, the universe is just me and my emerald green Zoran lover.

  It’s just his throbbing manhood, and my wet pussy.

  And everything is how it’s supposed to be.

  Our lips are touching.

  His tongue is in my mouth.

  His hands in my hair.

  His hips smashing into mine.

  His cock pounding me into nirvana.

  The sensations are simply overwhelming.

  I lose all sense of self, of time and space itself. I’m just a big ball of pleasure, ever expanding.

  “I’m going to cum.”

  That ragged, throaty growl brings me back into the moment.

  I open my eyes.

  Beast’s massive, green chest is covered with a sheen of sweat. His amethyst eyes are looking right at mine, and they are burning with lust.

  And something more. Is it just pleasure? Or is it something… more?

  I reach out and cradle his cheeks in my hands.

  In that moment, I love him completely. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.

  I kiss him. Hard. Crushing his lips with mine, my tongue darting against his bottom lip, my legs hooking around his waist, asking, no, begging for his seed.

  There’s nothing I want more than for him to come inside of me.

  For this Zoran warrior to fill me with his potent seed. To see his face when he comes, to hear him utter an animalistic growl, to feel his hips jerk and shake, to feel the spurts fill me up, completely. To make me whole.

  “Do it,” I plead. “Please.”

  He returns my frantic kisses. He’s all over me, devouring me, taking me, using me, filling me completely. This isn’t my first time, but it might as well be, for I’ve never experienced anything even close to this.

  It’s not just his massive size, which stretches and fills me more than I ever thought possible — it’s the raw passion, the pure attraction.

  He roars my name, and his booming voice fills the entire dome.

  With one final, hard thrust, Beast bottoms out inside of me, completely filling me. His mouth is on mine as he cums, his hands around my neck as he fills me with his potent, Zoran seed. I can feel his entire body quivering, thrusting, moving — working its magic to fill me to the brim.

  With his Zoran cum.

  I can scarcely believe it.

  I feel every jerk, every spurt, and it sends me tumbling over the edge, back into an orgasm so strong it makes me see spots. My toes curl, my heart races, as pleasure fills every fiber of my body.

  Beast collapses on top of me, completely spent, a satisfied grin on his face. I wrap my body around his, savoring every single second of feeling him inside of me.

  “That was…”

  “Amazing,” he says, finishing my sentence.

  “Amazing doesn’t even begin to scrape the surface of what just happened,” I laugh. I kiss his ear, dragging my lips down to his neck, his manly scent surrounding me completely.

  I don’t ever want this moment to end… but in the back of my mind, I know it has to. As my high fades, slowly but surely, the reality of our situation sinks back in. We’re far from saved…

  I bury my face in his neck. Just a few more moments of bliss is all I can ask for. Even if we never get off this planet, I don’t think my life will ever be the same again.

  Chapter Ten

  Beast

  My breath returns to me.

  What just happened?

  My head is buried in Miah’s neck, her blonde hair surrounding me. Her fingers are tracing circles on my back, my cock still inside of my human mate.

  My human mate.

  Those are words I’d never have thought possible. If you told me that a month ago,
I would have laughed in your face. Or snapped your neck, depending on my mood.

  This human… she changes everything.

  Everything.

  Hate and anger have filled me since Pazar. After the injustice. After the disgrace. The humans wanted a beast, so I gave them a beast. One they would never forget.

  It was an escape. A way out. A coping mechanism. The only way I knew how to make sense of the world.

  Miah?

  Her touch has showed me a different way.

  She has awoken parts of me I thought had died that day.

  Compassion. Empathy. Kindness.

  Love.

  The human female is incredible, in every way imaginable. When our lips touched, when my cock entered her, when our two bodies become one, I felt something change inside of me.

  Something fundamental.

  I didn’t know I was still capable of feelings this intense…

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Hm?” I ask, glancing up.

  Her eyes are blue, like a clear blue’s sky in the spring, when the world is still and everything feels right in the world.

  I’ve never admired the sky before, but right now, it feels like I have a whole new perspective on the world.

  “You look lost in thought.”

  “Yeah,” I answer.

  Where do I even begin? How do I explain what she means to me without scaring her off? I know most humans are scared off me.

  And with good reason.

  How do I explain she awakened feelings I thought dormant? I thought had disappeared completely?

  She runs her thumb down my cheek.

  “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours,” she says. “I want to know what you’re thinking. All of it.”

  “You don’t,” I answer. “Trust me.”

  “Try me,” she says. “I might surprise you.”

  “You certainly have,” I admit.

  “How so?”

  I look down, my eyes darting across our entwined naked bodies.

  “I didn’t expect to mate with a human female, for one.”

  “Likewise,” she laughs. “If my sister saw me now, she’d have a heart attack.”

  “You have a sister?”

  Miah nods. “I can’t wait for you to meet her. If we…”

  “If we ever get you back home,” I finish her sentence.

  “Yes,” she says. A look of pain flashes across her face, and it just about breaks my heart.

  What the hell is wrong with me? My armor hasn’t just been pierced — it’s been shattered. Me, caring about a human… it’s a damn miracle.

  “We’ll find a way out of here,” I tell her. “I promise.”

  “You know what? I think so too. Not that I have anything to go on, but it just feels that way, you know? Or am I talking nonsense?”

  “No, I agree,” I tell her.

  Miah’s hand slides down to my shoulders. She admires my tattoos, and I can already guess the question that’s burning on her lips.

  I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now. I don’t want to break the good mood I find myself in.

  “You called me Egon,” I say. “Why?”

  “Well, that’s your name, isn’t it?” she says. “I feel like the moment you start eating me out, I kind of earned the right to use your real name, don’t you?”

  “Can’t argue with that,” I laugh. A rush of blood travels straight to my cock as I recall her taste, as I recall the sight of her wet, quivering pussy, seeing the female arch her back in pleasure, throw her head back and moan my name.

  If anyone has earned the right to use my given name, it’s Miah.

  I thought Egon had died that day, but perhaps, it’s not too late for me…

  “Call me Egon then,” I tell her.

  “Are you sure?” she asks.

  “I’m certain, Miah.”

  “Okay, Egon,” she smiles.

  I lean and kiss her. No matter what happens, for the first time in months all feels right with the world.

  Miah

  I want to stay down here forever… but I know we can’t. We need to keep moving and find the research pod, if there even is one.

  Real life beckons.

  I’m not ready for it just yet.

  I want to lie here a moment longer. I want to feel Egon’s breath on my neck just one more, kiss him one more time, feel his heart beat just one more time…

  “We should go,” my Zoran savior says.

  “I know,” I sigh. “I don’t want to.”

  “Neither do I,” he says. “But we should.”

  We get dressed, stopping a few times to fool around and let our hands wander. I need to swat Egon’s hands away to stop his hands from roaming my thighs, which has got me laughing like I don’t have a care in the world.

  I haven’t felt this carefree since I was a teen and dating my first boyfriend. Only Egon is more man than he will ever be..

  Hand-in-hand we head back into the darkness of the tunnels, following a small stream from the other side of the lake.

  “Are you sure this will lead us outside?” I ask as the darkness envelops us once more.

  “Yes,” he says. “I can smell it. We’re close. Trust me.”

  That’s one thing I do completely: trust him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Miah

  Egon’s nose is right. After a long day’s walk, the tunnel suddenly slopes upwards, into the welcome glare of daylight. We climb up, my heart racing. I can’t help but think back to those horrible sandworms.

  What will be waiting for us here?

  We exit the cave, and I’m stunned. There are no worms. There is no sand.

  Instead, a lush, sprawling jungle is spread out before me, a massive mountain in the distance, completely covered with trees.

  “That’s where we have to go,” I tell Egon. “It’ll give us a perfect view of the area. We can find the research pod.”

  If there even is one…

  “Then that’s where we’ll go,” Egon says. He stretches his arms above his head and takes a deep breath.

  “Feels good to be out of that damn cave,” he growls.

  “You can say that again,” I say as I rub my eyes. The light here is so bright my eyes still haven’t gotten used to it. I’m still seeing spots.

  “Tonight, we won’t eat raw fish. I’m catching ourselves a proper meal.”

  “Please be careful,” I say. “We don’t know what kind of monsters are lurking in the jungle.”

  “The only monster roaming the jungle will be me, human,” Egon laughs, putting on his scary-Zoran-voice.

  “Stop it,” I say.

  “How are you feeling? Can you go on?”

  I stretch my muscles. “Yeah, I have a bit more energy left in the tank.”

  “Good. Let’s go, then.”

  We’ve survived the first part of our journey — the deep, dark underground tunnels. Now, all we have to do is scale a mountain. Easy peasy, right?

  Egon leads the way, and I follow in his footsteps. Traversing the jungle comes with its own set of challenges. The undergrowth is so thick you can’t even see the ground, so you have to watch your step. And the coolness of the cave is replaced the oppressive heat of the jungle. Within minutes we’re both sweating.

  There is one positive though: here, I can admire Egon in all his bare-chested glory. His emerald green chest looks perfect coated in the warm sunlight. He turns to me, his amethyst eyes glittering.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks. “You stopped.”

  “Just admiring the view.”

  He rolls his eyes, but can’t suppress a smirk. “Do you want to set up camp for the night?”

  “Do I,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

  “I’m not talking about that,” Egon laughs.

  “But it’s not out of the question either,” I argue.

  “Agreed. However, my first concern is food.”

  Ooh, food. My stomach grumbles instan
tly. The only thing I like more than Egon’s tongue between my legs is food, I’m not too ashamed to admit that.

  “What do you have planned?”

  “You’ll see,” he says. “Stay here and build us a shelter. I will bring us a meal.”

  I look at the trees and bushes all around me. “Build a shelter? Just like that? Do I look like a girl scout to you?”

  “You look capable.”

  I can’t argue with that without looking pathetic. Egon has saved my life, and he’s been leading me to safety all this time. Perhaps it’s time for me start pulling my weight.

  The only problem is… how?

  I work for Onyx. In a office. With air conditioning. And free repli-coffee. Pushing that red button every morning (and afternoon, and about six times in between) is the closest I’ve ever been to building something tangible.

  And now this Zoran expects me to whip up a shelter, just like that?

  “I’ll do my best,” I say, straightening my back. I’m insecure as fuck, but I’ll do my best.

  Egon nods. “I’ll be right back.”

  He heads into the shrubbery… and just like that, he’s gone. My heart starts racing, my anxiety ramping up. I take a deep breath and focus.

  Or at least, I try to focus.

  Time to build ourselves a kick ass shelter. I’ll build something that’ll stand the test of time. Eons from now alien archaeologists will find it, and they’ll be amazed.

  Or, you know, if I build something that’ll keep us dry if it rains I’ll be more than happy.

  I roll up my sleeves and get to work gathering leaves and sticks. My mind drifts to the old movies I saw as a child, when children could still play outside. I remember they built a shelter, and I try to replicate it the best of my abilities.

  I create a cone-shape using sticks and twigs, and then cover it with various leaves. The result is better than I dared to hope for.

  When I’m done I sit down, tired but content, and wait for my Zoran to return. The sun has started its descent, and the sky is now tinted a warm orange, the three moons circling the planet visible in the sky.

  With every passing minute, my heart grows heavier. I can’t survive without Egon. He’s my anchor, my lifeline. The only thing keeping me sane here on this alien world.