Korzak's Mate: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Tarnen Warrior Mates Book 1)

by Vixa Moon

  “They’re not very expensive?”

  “Dirt cheap,” says Olivia. “Go into that little room there behind the curtain and try them on. I’ll try to find you a shirt.”

  I head into the small room. Well, it’s not really much of a room. It’s more like a little area that’s meant to be private. But all that separates me from the rest of the store is a very thin curtain. Not that I care. There’s no one here, and I don’t share the Earthling’s preoccupation with the body in its natural, uncovered state. Then again, I don’t want to shock anyone else today, so I close the curtain as best I can.

  I remove my own pants and put them aside somewhat sadly. They’ve been with me through so much. But I’ll wear them again. Soon there will be a time when Olivia and I can relax back on Tarnen, away from these struggles. She will be my wife and I’ll do anything for her. We’ll have sex many times throughout the glorious day, and I will show her all of Tarnen’s wonders, as well as the wonders of the universe as a whole. She’s too beautiful to be stuck on this little primitive rock that they call Earth. She’s too beautiful to… not be with me.

  The pants are a little tight and a little uncomfortable. They’re made of some strange organic material. But they’re not made from an animal hide, as I was expecting. That would have been a vast improvement.

  What did she call this material? Jeans? They’re a dark black. I look at myself in the mirror.

  Not that bad, I think to myself, for Earthling clothes.

  The curtain opens and Olivia’s face appears.

  She starts laughing, to my surprise, upon seeing me in the black jeans.

  “Not good?” I say.

  “No, it’s not that…” she says, after having to wait a moment to stop laughing at my appearance. “They actually work on you. They’re a little tight. That’s not really normally my thing on guys… but they honestly look pretty good on you… kind of badass.”

  “Good,” I say. “So they’ll work?”

  “Yup, here’s the shirt.

  “I don’t think this’ll fit me,” I say, holding it up to my torso. It’s far too short for me.

  “You’re right. Damnit, that’s all they had in flannel shirts. I’ll be right back. Maybe there’s like a double extra large t-shirt or something.”

  She’s back a moment later, holding up a shirt similar to the other one, except that it has short sleeves, and some graphics printed on the front of it.

  “What’s this?” I say, removing my own shirt and pulling it on over my head.

  “Some rock t-shirt,” says Olivia. “The image is from a music group from a few decades ago… Led Zeppelin, but I doubt you would have heard of them… being from the other side of the universe and all.”

  “Is this some sort of transportation device?” I say, examining the graphic of the shirt in the mirror.

  “Yeah,” says Olivia. “It’s a zeppelin, I guess. A famous one that blew up…”

  “Why don’t we use one of those?” I say. “Unless I’m mistaken, it flies, whereas your car, as you call it, merely moves across the ground.”

  “Uh,” says Olivia. “They’re not very common.”

  “So what are the chances that the CATs have a zeppelin of their own, or some other form of superior transportation?” I’m thinking that if the CAT have their own flying machines, they could catch up to us much quicker than I was expecting.

  “Not very likely,” says Olivia. “You have to have all sorts of special licenses and permissions to use those sorts of things… not to mention a lot of money… You can’t just find an airplane or helicopter on the street…”

  “Don’t underestimate the CAT,” I say. “They’re a very clever and cunning adversary… They’re capable of so much.”

  “Well,” says Olivia. “I get that, but trust me when I say it’d be really hard for them to get a plane or anything… and I’m not even sure if zeppelins actually exist anymore… But all the airspace over the United Sates is heavily controlled. If there’s a plane flying where it shouldn’t, it’ll be requested to land. And if it doesn’t land, it’ll be shot down. Trust me, they’ll have a tough time.”

  “That’s reassuring,” I say. “And it’s one of the first logical things I’ve heard about this planet.”

  “I can’t speak for the whole planet,” says Olivia. “But that’s how it works here.”

  “Good,” I say.

  Olivia steps back and looks at me. She seems to be admiring my new look in my Earthling clothes.

  “You know,” she says. “You look good… pretty hot, actually. You definitely have a rocker thing going on with the boots, the black jeans, and the Zeppelin t-shirt. Not exactly the type of guy I’ve gone for before, to say the least, but then again… I’ve never been with an alien either…”

  “You like me in these clothes?”

  She nods, her beautiful eyes staring up at me.

  I can’t resist her anymore. She’s so incredible looking. My eyes won’t stay away from her face, but now they occasionally travel down her body, taking in all of her incredible curves… from her breasts to her hips…

  My cock starts to stiffen in my tight new Earthling pants.

  “Come here,” I say to her, my voice deep and low.

  I take her in my arms and pull her towards me.

  I pull the curtain back across, concealing us from the rest of the store.

  “You’re crazy,” she says, giggling. “We can’t do this here.”

  “Why not?” I say, as my mouth smashes down against hers.

  She tastes warm and sweet and sexy and perfect, a mixture of everything…

  My cock is impossibly hard now and it presses against her.

  My desire is overtaking me. We should be leaving. We should be making good time and getting to a safer location. I don’t want to be here when the CATs show up. The store is big and they could attack from any angle. Or they could… well, there are a whole bunch of nasty tricks they could pull here… We’re essentially out in the open…

  But she’s so hot. Feeling her body against me is almost more than I can handle, and I’m a hardened Tarnan warrior, capable of feats Earth humans could only dream of… but she almost brings me to my knees. She almost makes me weep with joy with her intense beauty… And of course she makes my cock rage. All I can think about is penetrating her and taking here right here, holding her against me and pounding into her hard, over and over again until she screams my name as she comes.

  There’s a weird sound on the other side of the curtain.

  “Excuse me!” comes the voice of a woman. She sounds upset. “Hello? Hello? Excuse me!”

  “Shit,” whispers Olivia so low I can barely hear her.

  “No more than one customer allowed in the changing booths!” comes the voice again.

  Time to test out whether my translator apparatus modification works at all.

  “She was just helping me try on a shirt,” I say. “We wanted to see if it fit right.”

  I won’t know if it sounds like alien gibberish to her until I hear her reply.

  “Yeah right,” she says sarcastically. “I’ve heard that one before.”

  Olivia is frozen in fear or embarrassment at my side. Apparently Earthlings take these sorts of things very seriously.

  Time for me to get us out of this with a minimum of embarrassment for Olivia.

  “I’m sorry if we broke store policy,” I say, using my most polite tone, which I assume will translate to English. “It wasn’t our intention to cause discomfort for anyone else. Now my friend here is quite embarrassed about the accusations held against us, which I might add are patently untrue. If you give us a moment of privacy to exit without observation, we’ll simply be on our way.”

  “Fine, whatever,” comes the sarcastic, harsh reply.

  I poke my head around the curtain, and see the woman disappearing down the aisle.

  When she’s gone, I tell Olivia the coast is clear.

  Olivia’s embarrassment and fear
turn quickly to giggles, as we head to the front of the store. Here, we take part in some kind of economic ritual. As Olivia explains it to me, in a low voice so that we’re not overheard, we need to “purchase” the items we paid for. It’s like a common trade, except that instead of handing over my old clothes, which I wouldn’t want to part with anyway, Olivia hands the elderly employee a handful of paper.

  Olivia mentions something about me still wearing the clothes.

  “Don’t worry about that,” says the elderly man who works at the machine that Olivia calls a “register.”

  The transaction doesn’t take long, and I walk out of the store wearing my new Earthling clothes.

  Olivia can’t stop giggling and looking at me. “I’m really liking this new look on you,” she says. “And your long hair really makes it realistic… You look like the most hardcore rocker on the planet.”

  “Good,” I say. “I’m glad that I fit into one of your fashion categories.”

  “It’s a lifestyle, man,” says Olivia, making some kind of expression on her face that I don’t understand.

  “So that paper is issued by your government?” I say, wondering more about how the economic system here works. After all, that could be useful for the future.

  “What paper?”

  “The paper you gave the employee so that I could take the clothes.”

  "I don't know, it's kind of complicated to explain. It used to represent gold or something like that. But now I'm not really sure. I guess we've all just agreed that it has value."

  "Interesting," I say, realizing that the Earth humans, like most species, have their own peculiar collective delusions and fantasies, or whatever you want to call them.

  We get back into the car.

  "You know I can drive if you want," I say, from the co-pilot chair. "I've been watching you for hours now…"

  "Yeah, but you still don't have license," say Olivia.

  "You Earthlings are really into licenses and permissions and that sort of thing."

  "We are," says Olivia. "And for that reason, I'll be driving for now… Hey, do you think we're far enough away to stop at a hotel? I'm getting pretty tired. I don't know how much longer I can drive for."

  "I think we'll be OK," I say.

  "Good," says Olivia. "Because I saw a hotel nearby. Let's just hope they don't find us already."

  "I think we should be hoping that they do find us," I say. "But that they only come one at a time. Don't worry, I can easily defeat them."

  "That makes me really nervous," says Olivia. And she sounds nervous as she says it.

  "It should," I say. "A CAT warrior, even a single one, is nothing to trifle with. As I said, they’re a formidable enemy."

  Olivia drives us towards the hotel, and I can’t keep my eyes off her the entire time. I should be keeping an eye on our surroundings instead, making sure that nothing looks suspicious, that we're not driving into a trap. But her body draws my eyes right to her. It makes my cock hard. But it's not just her body. It's the way she talks, the way she moves. It's everything about her.

  13

  Olivia

  I can't believe how good Korzak looks in his cheap rocker costume. He still looks perhaps a little unusual, given that he's probably at least seven feet tall, and huge and muscular. But now he doesn’t look like he's the actor in some sci-fi movie about a distant planet. Instead, he fits into a known and understood category—the tough, no nonsense rock fan. Then again, given his incredibly good looks, someone might easily mistake him for a rock star rather than a fan.

  "I'm glad your translator thingy worked," I say to Korzak, as we're getting out of my car.

  "I wasn't quite sure if it would," says Korzak. "But I had to test it on someone."

  "I still can't believe they caught us in there. It was so embarrassing…"

  "I would have had you right there," says Korzak. "If they hadn't shown up."

  Olivia giggles. "I've never done anything like that before," she says. "In public, I mean."

  "There's a first time for everything," says Korzak.

  "I have a feeling that you're starting to get the hang of how us Earthlings talk."

  "Maybe," says Korzak.

  "Don't worry, though," I say. "You still someone manage to sound like an alien even with your translator device. To me, at least."

  Korzak laughs.

  "Come on," he says. "Let's get a room. You'd better do the check in ritual, since I'm not familiar with the process."

  "Fine," I say. "I guess I'll be the one paying for it, too."

  Of course, it's not like I'm actually upset about that. Not in the least bit.

  In truth, I can't wait to get into a hotel room alone with Korzak. I can't wait for him to strip down and get completely naked on the bed again, like he did in my little rented house.

  I can still almost feel his cock in my hand. I remember exactly what it felt like, and I'm dying to touch it again. I'm dying for his mouth to be on mine again.

  The truth is that I got insanely wet back there in the changing room. It was like he was this force of nature, this incredible force that wanted me. The way he wanted me—I could feel it. No man has ever wanted or desired me as much as Korzak. No man has ever made me feel the chills running up my spine the way Korzak does.

  We don't have much luggage. There's just one of my bags with some of the stuff I grabbed from my house when we fled it.

  The sun is rising as we walk across the parking lot. There aren't many other cars in the parking lot, but this looks like a fairly respectable hotel. It's certainly no flea bag motel, with the sheets stained. And honestly I'm looking forward to lying down naked on nice clean sheets with my fully nude alien warrior, the alien warrior who is dedicated to protecting me at all costs, the alien warrior who will fight for me. And I get the distinct sense that he's even willing to die for me. Not that I want him to die. But there's just something about having a man, or an alien, who will literally do anything for you, literally give up his life for you.

  Korzak holds the lobby door open for me.

  "You're really getting the hang of these Earth customs," I say.

  Korzak winks at me, apparently to prove that he's slowly mastering them.

  I don't know how he's picking up so much. Maybe the Tarnan are just incredibly fast learners.

  "Hi," I say, setting my handbag down on the front desk. "We're checking in."

  The person at the desk is tired-looking young woman. She must have been up all night working the night shift, but it looks like she must have dozed off once or twice, judging by her disarranged hair, slightly smeared makeup, and the sleepy look in her eyes.

  "Do you have a reservation?"

  I shake my head. "No, we don't," I say.

  "No problem," she says, starting to tap away at her keyboard keys. I don't know what type of keyboard it is, but it makes a hell of a lot of noise. Each clack seems to ring through the entire empty lobby.

  “What time is your checkout?” I say.

  “Noon,” she says.

  I hand her my debit card and she runs it through their computer system. Finally, after what feels like forever, she hands me two room keys. She points down one of the hallways, indicating which way we should head.

  As we’re leaving to head down the hallway, I notice that she can’t keep her eyes off Korzak. I feel a little jealousy, and also a little pride. After all, it’s understandable. He’s quite the sight to look at. You don’t see guys like him walking around every day. Korzak, of course, only has eyes for me. He doesn’t give her a single glance.

  As we’re walking down the empty hallway, Korzak slides his hand onto my ass.

  “Ah,” I say. “You’re really picking up on Earth customs.”

  “This is a custom on Tarnen,” says Korzak, his voice deep.

  “I don’t know if I believe you or not,” I say. “But I don’t mind.”

  I’m already so excited about Korzak getting naked again, not to mention getting into be
d with him, that I fumble repeatedly with the keycard in the slot.

  “Let me try,” says Korzak, taking the card from me and peering at it for a moment before trying it. Of course, he gets it in one try.

  We enter the room, and Korzak looks around.

  “Are we going to be safe here?” I say. Despite my excitement, I do manage to remember that we’re being pursued by dangerous and heavily armed aliens.

  Korzak heads over the windows and examines them closely. Next, he checks the walls by tapping on them.

  “Relatively,” he says.

  He had his weapons tucked into the waistband of his jeans and covered by his black Led Zeppelin shirt.

  He places them on the bedside table carefully. But he picks up one of them, something that looks something like a ray gun from a sci-fi movie. He holds it and looks at it for a moment, and I do too.

  “You’d better take this,” he says. “I wish you didn’t have to be armed. If we were back on Tarnen, you wouldn’t have to worry about such things.”

  He hands the blaster carefully to me and I take it gingerly, half-worried that it’s going to go off due to me not knowing anything about it.

  But Korzak shows me where the “safety” is and how to use the trigger. In the end, it’s pretty simple. Just point and shoot. There are some different settings, but Korzak tells me not to worry about it. But he does say that “if things get really, really bad, press this button here.”

  “What’s this button do?”

  “Blows everything up,” says Korzak without cracking a smile, so I assume he’s serious.

  I put the gun carefully down on a nearby table.

  The next thing I know, Korzak is standing behind me, his hands on me.

  I turn around to greet him, and his strong arms envelop me.

  The next thing I know, Korzak’s mouth is smashing down on mine. We kiss passionately, his lips feeling so good on mine. Our tongues connect, somewhat violently. We’ve both been desiring this too much, and there’s no chance that we can hold back, not even the slightest.

  His hands grip my ass and pull me closer to him. I manage to slide one of my hands in between us, even though there’s no space, and I grab his raging hard cock through the fabric of his black jeans. His cock can barely be contained by the jeans, its hardness creating an intense pent-up energy at his crotch. The raging hardness and the desire I can feel intensely. And there’s nothing to do about it except free it, cave into desire, and fuck until we’re exhausted.