Arden’s Mission: Scifi Alien Adventure Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Galactic Survival Book 2)

by Hana Starr

  “Ah—I was transferring the language to you,” he smiled. But it had felt like much more than a transfer of language to Zipporah.

  “Where I come from, a kiss is a gesture of attraction. Sometimes even love. I haven’t been kissed in such a long time. It was nice.” She glanced down at her feet, avoiding his dark eyes. She knew that he had not meant anything romantic by the kiss, but she couldn’t help but ask.

  “Then I must kiss you again.” Arden moved closer to her, gathered all of the knowledge he had about human mating rituals, and kissed her softly. Their lips met in such a tender way, Zipporah wasn’t even sure it was really happening. But it was—his pressure became harder as his body moved closer to hers. He employed the use of every human thing he had ever seen in order to kiss her. Her hands tangled through his hair, pulling ever-so-lightly. Arden had never felt such a sensation before. He lost his bearings and pushed her against a crystalized wall.

  “How does your kind do this?” Zipporah breathed against his trembling lips, inhaling his sweet scent. Arden didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t much room for love or passion in Ethra. Perhaps some lights were more kindred than others, but as far as romantic companionship? It did not happen hardly at all. He had certainly never experienced it before. All he knew was what he watched happen on Earth, and he often looked away in order to give the humans privacy.

  “We don’t,” He murmured back, ignoring the drumming sensation in his head. His human body was beginning to grow more and more excited, and Zipporah seemed to know exactly what to do.

  She moved her hands down to the swollen area in his pants. It had been a long time since she had felt a cock quite that hard. A moan escaped his lips that sent a chill up Zipporah’s spine. The absolute shudder of a man on the edge. She rubbed his engorged member with soft, firm force. She could feel the friction building from her hand against him. She left the wet warmth of his lips and stooped to her knees, taking his pants down with her.

  His head stood at utmost attention as she brought her lips to the soft, pink tip. She sucked and licked for several minutes, listening to the beautiful chorus of his moans. She felt powerful in the way that she was able to bring him such a pleasure that he had never known. There was a moment when he almost became too loud, and she feared others would hear. In that moment, she stopped. Her hand found his mouth and covered it firmly. Their eyes met, and they shared a smile that could only be explained as ecstasy.

  The crumpled together to the floor, melding and crashing their bodies together. Zipporah pulled at his hips, positioning them at her soaked opening. She bit her lip as she moved his fingers towards her, guiding him.

  “Touch here,” She whispered into his ear, putting his fingers right above her throbbing clitoris. He allowed his hand to be manipulated by hers and let out a small gasp as he felt the wetness over her sensitive bundle of nerves. A shudder traveled down her spine as he applied more pressure to the throbbing area and moved his hand clockwise as she had showed him.

  Just like that, he found the areas to touch and caress, and he did so with such attentive care that Zipporah lost herself in the moment. Heat built up around her throbbing mound, and a delicious sensation pricked at her belly. She pulled at his free hand and moved it to her dripping opening. He watched her body tremble for a moment before giving in to what she wanted. She took three of his fingers and softly brushed them against the opening of her pussy, then plunged them in mercilessly. Zipporah couldn’t help it—a scream that had been building in her throat erupted from her mouth. It was stifled almost immediately by Arden’s mouth against hers. His three fingers still pounded inside of her while his other hand circled vigorously around her clit.

  The heat that she had felt earlier climaxed and shot through her entire body, reaching the very tips of her toes to the strands of hair on her head. Her opening flooded with more fluids, soaking Arden’s hands entirely. She squirmed under the delicious sensation for a few minutes, recovering from her orgasm before grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him onto his back.

  “Now it’s your turn,” she grinned, position his erect cock again at the opening of her now flooded pussy. His breathing was labored, but there was a huge smile plastered across his lips. She couldn’t deny that she had been thinking about this moment for longer than she cared to admit. Slowly, as if she would break him in pieces, she lowered herself onto his rock hard member and impaled herself as deeply as she could. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he was enveloped in her warm, tight wetness.

  She whispered dirty nothings into his ear as she found a steady rhythm to rock her hips to. His huge cock stretched her out, and combined pain with pleasure. She had never felt anything more erotic. His eyes closed as he allowed the feeling she was bringing him to sweep over. He began to match her rhythm, pounding her harder with every rock of his hips. Zipporah sat upright and allowed him to fuck her relentlessly while her own hand dropped down to her swollen clit once more. It was juicy, pumped full of blood and cum, and she could barely take the pressure of her fingers against it.

  Arden’s breath became more ragged, and his grip tightened on her hips. She took that as a cue to grind down harder onto his waiting cock. Every muscle in his body tightened and went still, and an erotic cry left his mouth. Zipporah could feel him coming inside of her, and threw her head back to enjoy to warming sensation. Her hand was still manipulating the sensitive bundle of nerves under her hood, and she felt herself come moments after him.

  They laid there in each other’s arms, perfectly still, for what seemed like years. And then, ever so slowly, Zipporah peeled herself from his body and looked down at him with soft eyes.

  “That is what wars have been started over on your planet. I can see why,” he said softly, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. “You are an exquisite creature.”

  A dark blush crept into Zipporah’s cheek and she looked away from his gaze for a moment, unsure of what to say. On Earth, she had been the least exquisite. But to him, she was beautiful. It was new to her.

  “Take care with me,” she heeded. “I’m the last human in the universe.” She was joking, but his face suddenly became somber and he stood up moments later, pulling his clothes back on hastily. He had to get her back to the parade for all Ethrans to see that they had found a savior. And, he thought to himself, he had found a mate.

  ****

  The crowd of Ethrans had tripled by the time Zipporah and Arden made their way back to the celebration. There had been several speeches that they missed, but no one questioned their absence. Zipporah wondered if they simply knew what had happened and didn’t care.

  As far as the eye could see, there were people who looked just like her. Same skin tone, hair color, and eye color. She had never felt so belonging, even though she knew it was all a ruse. She wanted to be a part of this world. She wanted their two worlds to join again, and she wanted Arden to be by her side as it all happened.

  There were lights everywhere. Zipporah knew the Ethrans she couldn’t see were still in their original form. She wished that she could look upon them as they were. Arden took her hand as if he understood what she was feeling, and shared her thoughts.

  The festivities began shortly after they arrived back. There was strange food to be eaten, and entertainment that Zipporah had never witnessed before. One man who looked to be in his early forties told a story using only his hands to produce some kind of magic, creating a vision for all of the beholders. Zipporah was in awe of the magic around her.

  “I am glad you are enjoying this,” Arden whispered into her ear. She blushed, aching to tell him what she really wanted to enjoy. She still couldn’t quite believe where she was—and who she was with. In all of her travels, she had never made love with another species. It was both repulsive and exciting to her.

  “There are others coming. Different species that Ethra has strong alliances with. They will want to meet you—but they will look very different. Are you prepared for that?” Arden spoke softly, as if
not to disturb the other guests. Zipporah nodded her head, but didn’t bother telling him that she had plenty of experience with aliens.

  One by one, different creatures began to pile in. Many of them were familiar to Zipporah: she had seen them aboard her ship. And there were a few that were stranger than anything she had ever seen. Some, Arden told her, were even invisible. They only knew they were present by a small light that they wore on their chests as a sign of peace. Zipporah looked out to the sea of aliens and noticed that many of the Ethrans had begun to change, mirroring some of the other species around them. Arden kept a firm grip on her hand, and she knew that he would remain the same for her.

  “This is so strange,” She murmured to herself.

  She felt a hand on her shoulder, but thought nothing of it, assuming it was Arden.

  They walked around for a while, meeting aliens and Ethrans left and right. Ethrans changed their faces upon seeing her to match her species, then back when she turned away. It was strange to see people shifting from one thing to another right before her eyes.

  “When we are alone later, I would like to talk to you about some things. I hope that’s alright.” Arden’s hand found the small of Zipporah’s back, and made her feel very secure in a crowd full of strangers. With a small nod, she gave her permission for whatever conversation they were going to have later, but she couldn’t seem to think of what that could be.

  “Do you think any of these people actually care about the Earth?” Zipporah asked in a hushed tone. She and Arden had found a seat on the outskirts of the party, as she had begun to feel overwhelmed. Arden looked around and shrugged.

  “Most of the beings here are ambassadors and political allies who were staying on Ethra at the time of the announcement. I would say they are probably indifferent. We have wanted the Earth back for our own purposes, but most of these allies have no use for it. It doesn’t matter either way to them. They’re just here for a good party.”

  Zipporah nodded. She had expected as much. In fact, it had surprised her that even one other planet cared about the Earth. Another burst of hope filled her body as the second realization hit her that she might see her family again—her planet. There was nothing that would make her happier.

  “Do you really think they could be alive?” she mused, twisting a piece of her braid slowly around her finger. Arden looked down at her with kind eyes, but he seemed unsure.

  “I couldn’t say. There’s no telling if anyone is still alive.”

  Zipporah nodded, taking in the reality with a grain of salt. He was right. There was no need to get her hopes up before she knew what she was dealing with. So far she had been given very little information.

  “Is there a bathroom?” She asked him quietly. He looked around and nodded, pointing in the direction of the restroom and informed her that it was just like the room in his house. All she had to do was tell it her need.

  ****

  Zipporah looked around the corner, finding the room with very little difficulty. She wished that he had come with her, still feeling very much out of her element with all of the different species hanging around. But she decided that she could do it alone, and entered the room with shaking confidence.

  “I need to use the restroom,” Zipporah told the room, feeling slightly silly for talking to a room. She wasn’t entirely sure what she expected to happen. She wondered how Ethrans used the bathroom, or if they did at all, and if it was acceptable to ask Arden that question.

  A small hole appeared in the bottom of the room, and she took it as that was what she was expected to use. She hiked up the fabric of her dress and gathered it in her arms and sat awkwardly on the hole.

  When Zipporah was done, she adjusted her garb, requested a mirror, and tucked away some unwieldy hair—most likely that had been knocked out of place from her encounter with Arden. She smiled to herself at the thought of him touching her, his fingertips running against her skin.

  For a moment, it felt like a hand was on Zipporah’s shoulder again, squeezing it reassuringly. She looked around, startled and confused. She had felt something similar earlier, but assumed it was Arden expressing affection.

  “Is someone there?” Her voice quivered, now cursing Arden for not coming with her. Nothing was said, but she was almost certain that she was not alone. There was a feeling in the air—as if everything had stopped moving. She went for the door, but the grip on her shoulder returned and she was thrown backwards. A scream instinctually rose to her lips, but before the noise could erupt from her chest, the same hand that had been bearing down on her shoulders covered her mouth with an unbearable pressure.

  Panic rose in Zipporah’s chest. Her breaths quickened and the slamming of her heart almost sent her into a fit. She silently pleaded with whoever had a hold of her to spare her life. She was the last human alive. But, more than that, she was afraid to die.

  “You will come with us.” The voice was musky, and came into her ear with hot breath, almost like a hiss. She remembered when she was little, her mother said that the worst thing she could ever do was get into the car of someone trying to attack her. But there was nothing to be done. She couldn’t even see her attacker. But she felt it. Its arms wrapped around her body to restrain her. There were at least four—whether it was two different creatures or one, she did not know.

  “It makes us sick to see this planet so happy. Ethra is our enemy. You will be Ethra’s downfall.”

  Horrified, Zipporah’s eyes filled with tears. She couldn’t fathom how a powerless child of Earth could possibly bring down an entire planet, but they seemed to need her for something.

  “How?” She asked, afraid to hear the answer. An unseen tongue slithered around her ear, licking her earlobe and chilling her through.

  She was pushed from behind, towards the door. Whatever was behind her, they were leading her out into the building full of beings. Her heart slammed against her rib cage repeatedly, but she didn’t say a word. Each foot that hit the floor painfully clicked in her head, as she knew she was being led to something horrible. For a moment, she regretted not dying with the rest of the human race.

  “Close your eyes, human. They are precious to us.” The voice whispered in her ear. Zipporah, now too petrified to disobey, snapped her eyes shut and considered the importance of her place in the universe. Without her, the Earth would be lost in darkness. But now, with her, it seemed that she would help with the destruction of an entire planet.

  “An Ethran approaches,” the monster hissed. Zipporah’s heart dropped, putting together what they might have in store. Selfishly, she prayed it was any Ethran but Arden.

  “Open your eyes, human,” the thing commanded. Zipporah did not obey, suddenly realizing what they planned to use her for. She squeezed her eyelids together tighter than they had been before.

  “Human Zipporah?” a distantly familiar voice said from behind her closed eyes. It was most likely someone she had met during the celebration. It seemed that a lightbulb had gone off in her head, and she knew that whatever species had her under their capture, they planned to use the Ethra defense mechanism against them. It seemed awfully hard to kill a luminescent ball of light, but a human was much easier to destroy.

  “Run,” she whispered to whomever was standing before her, unable to tell them that they were standing on the brink of their death. Sharp talons dug into Zipporah’s shoulder promptly, causing her to double over in pain. Her eyes flashed open and there was a man standing before her. Middle aged, greying brown hair, and a complexion just like her own. She had met him only moments ago, and he had been exceedingly kind to her. His face was twisted into confusion and concern, and he reached a friendly hand towards her. But before he could touch her, a strangled gag exploded from his throat, and he tumbled forward, his lifeless body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

  “No!” She screamed, turning around and clawing at the empty air in an attempt to retaliate against the creature that killed the Ethran at her feet. She had seen enough d
eath to last her a lifetime, but only of her own species.

  A light caught her eye, distracting her from her attempt to harm the monster on her back. She trained her eye on the human body of the fallen Ethran. Slowly, his flesh melted away to reveal nothing but brilliant, pure light. It was as if she had stared into the sun for days and days, and was now almost blind. The light formed a vapor in the air and floated upwards, ascending to the heavens. Zipporah wondered if he would become a star.

  “This is your purpose,” the creature hissed in her ear, while forcing her to watch the light float upwards. A tear rolled down her cheek, realizing she had as well as taken a life. But what made it worse—the unbearable crying that began moments after the light disappeared. The Ethrans were connected. They had no need for names or titles. They were one, and they felt each other deeply and truly, like an intricately woven pattern. And the cries that reached Zipporah’s ears were all too familiar to her; the cries of people in agony, mourning the loss of a piece of themselves.

  “To kill them?” Zipporah asked, whipping her head around again in hopes that she would finally be able to see the monster behind her. But it was empty, as always.