by Vixa Moon
Our clothes come off in a frenzy. I’m not even sure who’s doing what. My shirt goes flying across the room, and Korzak’s naked, muscular torso is now pressing into me.
He undoes my bra, although I’m not quite sure how he already knows how to do that. But he does it with ease and agility that I’ve never experienced before. His rough, strong hands caress my naked breasts, cupping them, paying special attention to my rock hard nipples.
I unbutton Korzak’s jeans and his hard cock comes right out, springing outward with intensity. He’s not wearing underwear, since I “forgot” to mention that little fact of Earth clothing to him. To me, it’s way hotter that he doesn’t wear any underwear at all.
I slide down onto my knees, his hard shaft in my hands.
My mouth moves slowly towards it. It’s rising up towards my field of vision like some incredible raging force of nature.
Korzak’s hands move through my hair, gripping my head lightly.
I lower my mouth onto his cock and begin to savor the taste. It’s incredible, and this is from someone who’s never really enjoyed giving head all that much. I’ve always done it before out of a sense of obligation and “returning the favor.” But with Korzak, I crave his cock and I really want it in my mouth.
I can’t get the whole thing in my mouth, but I do my best. I tighten my lips and push my tongue up against his girthy shaft as his cock fills my mouth.
Korzak is breathing heavier, deeper.
“That feels so good,” he growls.
Soon his cock is starting to pulsate. I don’t know anything about Tarnan sex customs, but so far they seem a lot like our Earth customs. Maybe they’re similar all across the universe. How would I know? One thing I do know is that Korzak is capable of coming many times. I don’t know how I know it. It’s just a feeling, and a sense of the incredible extremes that his magnificent body is capable of.
The next thing I know, I’m “coming up for air,” rising to my feet again, and we’re kissing passionately and deeply again.
Korzak’s hands are all over me, and I keep my hands on his cock, pulling and tugging on it just because it feels so good and solid in my grip, my delicate fingers working across his massive shaft.
Korzak picks me up easily and carries me to the bed, where he lays me down flat on my back.
His body is on top of me, pressing down onto me. His solid weight feels good. I feel secure, with his right arm wrapped under me, pulling me up and closer towards him. His mouth presses against mine. Our lips move and our bodies are flush together, pulsating with burning desire.
He moves his head down slowly, kissing every inch of me. First, he kisses my ear delicately, bites my neck slightly, and then he’s sucking in my nipples. His mouth moves across every inch of my breasts, as he cups them each in turn with his hands.
His lips move down my stomach, kissing it, savoring it.
“Oh, Korzak,” I find myself moaning in pleasure, in complete delight, as he gets closer and closer to my aching wet pussy that just needs him inside.
He buries his head between my legs. First, he teases me, licking my outer lips slowly, running his tongue all around me.
I’m as wet as I’ve ever been, ready and hot for him.
When his tongue finally connects with my pussy in one long perfect stroke, shivers of ecstasy rush through my body. It’s incredible.
It’s not long before I learn that he knows exactly what he’s doing. His tongue finds my clit and his finger delicately pushes the hood away. I can feel my clit, red hot and swollen.
He goes slowly and delicately at first, but then he pushes forward, testing my limits, testing what I like. He seems to read my body perfectly, knowing when he’s gone a little too far with the pressure, and knowing when it’s not enough. He seems to intuit everything, almost like he knows me better than I know myself. This feels far better than my infrequent private session with just myself and a good book or, I have to admit, on rare occasions a video.
Korzak’s finger enters me slowly, as his tongue continues to work its magic.
“Holy… shit…” I manage to moan as he takes me right up to the point of orgasm.
It explodes through me. My vision starts to go dark around the periphery, and it’s fuzzy all over. My body feels warm, the ecstasy running through me intensely. My heart feels full, like it’s going to burst through my chest with sheer physical pleasure… Everything feels slightly discombobulated, but also just fucking perfect.
“Wow,” I say, finally able to catch a breath as the feeling slowly starts to diminish. But the intense afterglow is there, coupled with an even stronger desire than ever before. The orgasm merely fueled my desire for Korzak and his massive cock.
“I want you so badly,” growls Korzak, moving up on top of me again. I can feel his cock pressing between my thighs, long and wide, hard as ever.
He leans down and kisses me almost savagely, intense and awesome.
“I want you inside me,” I say, moaning all the while in anticipation.
“I want you so badly,” repeated Korzak.
His cock comes towards me, its head pressing right up against me but not entering me just yet. He does it without his hands, simply maneuvering his cock by moving his hips.
“Fuck me,” I say, my voice low and sensual.
Korzak’s staring me right in the eyes as his cock enters me slowly, ever so slowly, inch by inch.
I can see something incredible in his eyes, an intense and passionate desire for me that I’ve never seen in anyone else. But there’s something more. There’s a dedication to me… something that I can feel and sense in his every movement and deep in his eyes.
I feel… wanted in a way that I simply haven’t before.
As his cock fills me up, and it really fills me up, it’s almost like some kind of spiritual experience, although maybe those aren’t quite the right words. It’s hard to describe. Maybe transcendent would be better. But it’s something powerful, some connection that’s being forged between us.
It’s not just his cock, but Korzak, who’s inside of me, inhabiting me, penetrating me.
His cock moves slowly in and out, and I gasp each time as it enters me. It’s simply so large. It feels much more intense than other experiences I’ve had. It just feels more. More what? More everything.
Korzak begins to fuck me harder, while staring into my eyes. He’s going faster and putting more force.
“I want to fuck you from behind,” growls Korzak intensely.
He pulls out and pulls my body up, gently but forcefully. He flips me around and I push myself down into the mattress again, face down, head turned to the side.
Korzak presses his body into mine. I sink a little into the mattress, but it’s not too much weight. It feels good. It feels comforting, and I feel safe and secure.
Korzak’s huge cock enters my pussy from behind, swiftly this time, with force. It hits different spots, since the angle is a little different, but feels just as fucking good as before, if not even better.
He doesn’t waste time in slamming his cock into me over and over, and I can feel the second orgasm creeping up. Well, it starts slowly, like the tide coming in. But it quickly picks up speed, and starts to grow inside me like a huge snowball rolling down the mountain.
Except that instead of picking up snow, it’s pleasure that’s growing exponentially.
Suddenly, with a final thrust from Korzak, with one hand on my head, and another under my breast, the orgasm explodes through me.
Korzak comes, his cock exploding exactly as I do. I can feel it pulsating inside me, throbbing as it shoots forth. It’s buried deep inside me, up to the hilt, and he thrusts further, making sure that he’s all the way inside me.
I feel incredible. Light, like my body can do anything. The endorphins course through me. I’ve simply never felt this good.
And I’ve simply never felt this connected to anyone before in my life.
“Wow,” I say, my breathing heavy.
He stares at me with his intense eyes. I nestle into the crook of his arm, with him lying on his back, relaxing.
When I look down, his cock is still erect, as large as it was before.
“I bet you can go all night, can’t you?” I say, my voice somehow much higher than it normally is.
“Of course,” growls Korzak. “Would you like it?”
“That’s like asking me if I want another scoop of ice cream,” I say. “Only… way better.”
Korzak chuckles. “For once I’m not sure I understand your simile,” says Korzak. “But I take it that’s a yes?”
I nod enthusiastically.
Suddenly, one of Korzak’s little devices starts making a loud, obnoxious noise. It sounds like a fire alarm.
“What’s that?” I say, startled from the noise.
“Shit,” says Korzak, sitting up. He quickly gets out of bed and goes to grab the device.
He stares at it for only a moment before looking back at me.
“They’re here,” he says, his voice deep.
He doesn’t sound scared. But I’m terrified.
He hands me the blaster gun that I’d placed aside earlier. “You might need this,” he says.
14
Korzak
“How many of them are there?” says Olivia. She sounds terrified.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I don’t have enough information from the scanner.”
She nods quietly and holds the blaster at a strange angle, as if she’s uncomfortable holding it.
“Hold it properly,” I say.
“What do we do?” she says.
“We wait,” I say.
I have my Earth clothes on, my tight black jeans and the shirt that she described as a Led Zeppelin shirt. I like the image of the shirt. And I’m starting to like the clothes overall. They seem appropriate for a warrior. Whatever a rocker is on Earth, maybe it’s similar to the idea of a warrior on Tarnen. I doubt it’s exactly the same of course, since there aren’t warriors like the Tarnen anywhere in the universe, but maybe there are at least some similarities.
I have my mega blaster in my right hand, and my Kambit in my other, long and jagged and vicious.
“I will do anything to project you, Olivia,” I say.
I’m ready for battle. I take a deep breath.
I am ready to fight and die for her, for my fated mate, Olivia Masters. I will fight the CAT with all my strength, no matter what.
I will go above and beyond what is expected of a Tarnan warrior. I will surpass all my pervious fights. I will slaughter the CAT without mercy, even if they beg for it. But a CAT wouldn’t do that, of course. And a Tarnan wouldn’t either.
The CAT are formidable. Formidable enemies. It’s never good to underestimate them.
I just hope there aren’t more than two. I know I can defeat them all. It would be hard, the most difficult battle of my life. But this isn’t the place to do it. I need a more strategic location to gain an upper hand, if it’s really going to be six versus one, or even more CAT than that.
The scanner is worthless now. It only tells me rough information. The scanners on the Verdant Falcon are much more sophisticated.
“Stand by that wall,” I say, motioning for Olivia to get by the wall that the bed is up against.
She’s still completely naked, and she seems to shiver in terror.
There’s a knock on the door.
I put my finger to my lips, signaling to Olivia not to say anything, and not to make a single noise.
I know the CAT. I know this is just going to be another one of their tricks. But sometimes they know that you’re going to be expecting a trick and they end up doing the opposite thing instead.
So there may very well be a heavily armed CAT warrior on the other side of that door. For all I know, they have disguised themselves as Earthling humans and checked into this very hotel.
I stand to the side of the door, in case they’re going to fire a death blast right through it. These doors are incredibly flimsy, and won’t provide any protection from a death ray. But the walls are a little more secure, and I’m hoping that the death rays won’t penetrate them. They seem to be made of some primitive construction material that the humans came up with.
There’s another knock at the door.
“Room service,” says someone on the other side of it.
To me, it sounds like regular American English. It sounds exactly like a regular human. When people speak to me, and the translator does its job and translates the text, I can tell that the translation is happening. There’s a bit of a pause, and the translation comes through my brain with a certain quality that I have learned to detect.
This voice doesn’t have that quality, making me think that it’s not translated.
I glance at Olivia, who gives me a nod. She seems to know exactly what I’m asking with my glance, whether or not it’s a real human.
“Room service!” says the voice, much louder this time.
The hotel employee on the other side of the door starts knocking very loudly, repeatedly, ceaselessly. Wow, these Earth customs are very strange. Doesn’t he consider that we may be sleeping or fucking and may not want to entertain a hotel employee right now, even if we did order room service, which we obviously didn’t?
Obviously, the CAT have called in a false room service order.
“I’ll be right there,” I call out. “Let me just get my wallet. And, uh, I’m naked. Let me get dressed. Sorry, we’ve been having quite the good time in here.”
The employee on the other side of the door snickers.
There’s nothing like mentioning sex to get these Earthlings uncomfortable, to take the pressure off.
Obviously, the CAT are going to attack from another direction.
I move over to the window cautiously, careful not to get to close. I motion for Olivia to move farther away from the window.
There’s far more to being a warrior than just brute strength and power. The most important thing is strategy. That’s where I have the upper hand. There’s no one as clever as I am in battle. At least no one that I have encountered yet. But I can’t get too cocky. I don’t want to overestimate my own abilities. That is the gravest mistake, and many Tarnan warriors have died because they truly believed they were the best.
I remember that there’s a window in the bathroom.
“Get ready to fire,” I whisper to Olivia, as quietly as I can.
She gives me a nervous nod.
The last thing I want is for her to have to fire that blaster. But it’s better that she be prepared than not.
In the bathroom, I examine the window. It’s a small window, but its frame is actually quite large. The way the window is attached to the wall makes it so that I can push the whole thing out from the wall and have enough space to get out myself.
If I understand the CAT plan correctly, they’re banking on me being occupied with the fake room service call.
All I have to do is time this correctly.
Any moment now, they’ll come bursting through the window of the hotel room.
If I make a mistake with my timing, they could easily attack Olivia there.
But if I time this correctly, I can burst out through the window and surprise the CAT at their own game.
I count in my head to five. It’s a long count, and I make sure to take my time with each second.
“Are you still there?” comes the annoying voice of the over-zealous room service hotel employee.
This is the moment.
I grip my blaster tight. I grip my Kambit tightly in the other hand.
I slam into the window with my left shoulder, forcing all my weight and strength against it.
The glass shatters. The whole window frame comes loose and shoots forward into the outside world.
My body flies sideways through the opening and into the dark night.
Just as I suspected, the C
AT are here.
There are two of them.
In the dim light of the moon and the nearby parking lot lights, I can see them.
They are both tall and muscular, facing the window of the hotel room, poised for attack.
One has a completely shaved head. The other has long hair that reaches nearly to his belt. They both carry huge blasters that require two hands to use. Those types of blasters have their advantage in that they can fire pulse blasts, and use higher frequencies and greater power. But their disadvantage is that they aren’t as maneuverable as a single-handed blaster. On their belts, they each wear a Zap Sword and a Zap Ax, standard parts of the CAT warrior arsenal.
I’ve caught them in the act.
My Tarnan warrior instincts are in full swing, and the world seems to be in slow motion. I’m in the zone of the warrior.
As I fly through the air sideways, before my feet even touch the earth, I aim at the blue CAT and squeeze the trigger.
The blast hits him square in the chest.
He reels in pain, screaming, his face contorting into a disgusting expression, but he’s wearing armor. It doesn’t kill him, like I wished it would.
These CATs are going to be hard to take down.
But at least there are only two of them.
My feet hit the ground.
The CATs turn to me. They see me and they face me. They aim their double-handed blasters right at me and they point them directly at my head.
There’s nothing to do but fight.
I need to defend not only my honor, but Olivia.
There’s a scream from inside the hotel. It’s probably the now-terrified employee who just heard a blaster go off for the first time in his life. The sound is hard to describe, kind of like an intense blast of electricity. But it’s a sound that stays with you, that hangs in the air for a long time, seeming to grow louder as the seconds tick by slowly, as if time has almost, but not quite stopped.
