by Luna Hunter
“That’s good, right?” Piper says.
“That’s what I thought. However, this city, this planet, this whole corner of space didn’t feel one bit safer to me, no matter how many crime lords I assassinated. More and more slaves came pouring in, the market busier than ever. Ganons were touching ground every day, their cargo loads full of new slaves, ready to be sold to the highest bidder. The more I killed, the worse it became. I questioned Ragh, but he assured me that this was just the death throes of the old guard. It would become worse before it became better, he promised me. All I needed was to have faith. What else was I supposed to do?”
I shake my head. I feel so foolish. In hindsight, it’s all so obvious. How could I be so dumb?
Piper grabs my hand, her fingers entwining with mine. “Hey,” she says softly. “Don’t beat yourself up. You did the right thing — or what you thought was right, at least. That is the only thing that counts.”
Her touch makes me feel warm all over, like the cuhla does, but a thousand times stronger. The human female is so positive, so friendly and nice — are all human females like this? Or just the untouched ones?
No. I feel it in my soul that it’s just Piper. It can only be her. I can’t imagine any other person, male or female, Zoran or human, who could make me feel the same way as she does.
I lick my dry lips and continue on.
“I pressed Ragh again and again, and he finally revealed he found some information on my past — but he didn’t want to share it with me, because it was so terrible. He said he wanted to protect me from myself. In the end, he used that information to blackmail me, to keep me in line when I was already filled with doubts.”
“Do you think that’s true?”
“I want to say no,” I say. “I want to say it’s another ploy, another lie, another scam… but I keep returning to that crashed ship where I nearly burned to death. Why was I bound to a metal frame? I must have done something to deserve that fate.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” Piper whispers.
“I do,” I say. “I do. Because of the dreams.”
“Dreams?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. I’ve had my suspicions, but I don’t think I’ve really admitted it to myself this clearly before.
“Every night. Every night I dream. Of death. Of blood. My hands dripping with it. I did something bad, Piper. Something really bad. I’m a monster,” I choke.
“You’re a hero to me,” she says. “You saved the girls from those slavers, you saved me… in a roundabout sort of way, sure, but I’m counting it. And your heart is in the right place, Kane. I know that for a fact.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I just am. Your previous life doesn’t matter anymore. It’s what you do with the one you have now that counts.”
I cannot believe how sweet and trusting the human female is. She has every right in the world to hate me, and yet she shows me nothing but kindness. I’m not worthy.
Tears form in my eyes. I do not know much of Zoran culture and customs, but this feels wrong. Zoran’s don’t cry.
Piper places her hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look her in the eye. “Hey,” she whispers. “It’s okay, I promise. Please, keep talking. I’m curious to hear where I fit in.”
“Right,” I chuckle. Her touch feels perfect, and I wish she’d never move her hands.
“After our last altercation, Ragh ordered me to free you from the Ganon, and deliver you to Melkov. It was supposed to be my last job. I didn’t know he was a slaver as well, I thought… never mind.
“No, tell me,” Piper says. “Why me? Why, of all the girls, did you take me?”
“Oh, that’s simple. You were the only virgin.”
The human female recoils as if stung by an insect. “Excuse me?! H-how do you, how do you know that?”
“Your scent,” I say matter-of-factly.
“My s-s-s-cent?!”
“Correct. Your scent.”
She folds her arms and tries to scowl, but all she succeeds in doing is looking adorable.
“I feel violated.”
“If I hadn’t saved you, you wouldn’t just feel violated…”
She shudders. “Don’t remind me.”
“Sorry. I see you’re still confused, so I’ll explain it as clearly as I can. Human females are worth a fortune here on Vagreon, and that goes doubly so for virgins. They are said to possess mythical powers. Their blood can halt aging, their hair wards off evil spirits and restores virility, and the one who takes their innocence gains incredible powers. That’s what they say on the streets, anyway. I thought that the clan might use your ‘power’ for good, in some way.”
Piper is looking at me like I’m a crazy person.
“And you believed all of that?”
I shrug. There’s not much more I can do.
“I don’t know. I’ve never met any of you before. Not that I can remember, anyway. The universe is a strange place, after all.”
“Fair point. Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think I have any powers.”
Oh, but you do, human. More than you realize. You have the power to heal my heart. To make me whole. To help me forget all about my past, my nightmares, my problems. When I’m with you, I feel like everything must just turn out okay, and if that’s not a superpower, I don’t know what is.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” I say. “You might surprise yourself.”
“Perhaps,” she muses. “Perhaps.”
“That’s the whole story,” I say. “I had no idea Melkov was just another slaver. I had no idea the clan was just another crime family, abusing my trust to get rid of the competition. If I had known, I would never have taken you here. That’s a promise.”
“I believe you,” Piper says.
“Thank you. Sorry for dragging you into this conflict. You shouldn’t have to pay for my mistakes.”
Piper smiles at me.
“I’m curious: How do you feel about humans, now that you’ve met one? On a scale of one to ten, how disappointed are you?”
“Good question. Let me take a good look at you, first.”
I sit up straight, and let my eyes wander over her body. Her bodysuit was white when I picked her up, but now it’s a dark grey in places, covered in dirt and grime. Still, she looks amazing.
The material is stretched around her many curves. It barely keeps her wide hips or her large bosom under control. The fact that the material hasn’t snapped yet is a miracle of human engineering.
“Hm,” I muse. “I still haven’t made up my mind yet. Stand up.”
Piper plays along and stands up. She strikes several poses, like a intergalactic supermodel. I’m enjoying the sight immensely — and I’m happy to see she’s smiling as well.
Despite our grim situation, Piper can find always find something to smile about, it seems. There’s something more in her smile as well. A gleam in her blue eyes, as if she’s daring me to take this even further…
My temperature rises as I unabashedly stare at her thick, luscious hips. It could be the cuhla lowering my inhibitions, or the adrenaline from unburdening myself and opening my heart, but either way, I’m feeling adventurous.
And I’m going to take this as far as Piper will let me.
“And?” she asks, looking at me over her shoulder, her hands on her hips. “”What do you think? Regret risking your life for me, yet?”
The only thing I regret is that I haven’t buried my cock in that thick ass of yours yet, human. I want to grab a fistful of your hair, I want to wrap one hand around your throat and hear you moan my name as I fill you, inch by inch. I want to feel your nails scrape down my back, I want you to moan my name as you shudder in ecstasy. I want to pump you full of my cum, make your belly swell with my child, I want to steal your innocence and turn you into my mate and do every single thing you’ve ever dreamed of doing. I want to make you mine and mine alone.
My cock is as hard as a rock as I stare at her curvaceo
us figure. Piper’s blue eyes are filled with lust, a shy smile on her face.
“Still not sure if I regret saving you,” I growl. “I’d have to see you naked to know for sure.”
Piper freezes in place. Her big blue eyes grow as wide as saucers. Did I take it too far? My gaze travels up to her eyes, but I’m relieved to see there’s no fear there.
Only arousal.
“There’s one way to throw our would-be pursuers off our trail,” I say.
“You mean,” she breathes heavily, “losing my virginity…”
Chapter Eight
Piper
“Yes.”
Kane’s answer is a throaty growl, a promise of a world of pleasure in one simple word. The room spins all around me, yet I see Kane as clear as day, in all his silver glory.
It’s got to be that alien wine. It’s made me giddy, giggling like a schoolgirl, yet this is no laughing matter. No, Kane is serious.
And so am I.
He stands up and the blanket covering him falls to the ground. I suck in a breath through my teeth as I drink in the majestic sight. The bare-chested, silver-skinned Zoran towers over me — literally. He’s more than a foot taller than me, and also much broader, all of it muscle. No human has ever made me feel dainty before, but Kane manages it effortlessly.
Of course I saw most of his body before when I was bandaging him up, but at that time I told myself it was strictly professional. I was merely helping him, like a doctor or a nurse would. I didn’t enjoy it.
That’s what I told myself as my fingers travelled down his rock-hard abs, anyway.
Now, I no longer have to pretend. Now, I’m looking at the silver Zoran with pure, unadulterated lust.
And why not?
Being careful is what’s gotten me into this mess in the first place. Of course, at the time I thought I was just being prudent. Waiting for ‘Mister Right’ and all that. I had no idea that who or what has been between my legs would ever be a matter of intergalactic importance! How could I have?
I might as well live a little, and use the freedom that I (still) have. It might even make the slavers lose interest in me, if I no longer have my so-called ‘virginal powers’ — but to be honest, that is not why I want Kane at all. It’s a ‘happy coincidence’, and nothing more.
No, I want Kane because… I want him.
It’s that simple.
He’s drop-dead gorgeous. His radiant, amethyst eyes contrast wonderfully with his silver skin, and when he gives me that smoldering look of his — like right now — it makes me feel like the most beautiful person in the world.
And those muscles… I don’t even know where to begin. There’s simply too many of them.
Despite his past, I know he’s a good man. I feel it in my bones, in my very core. In the deepest part of me, I know it to be true.
He takes a step toward me. I freeze in place. His hand moves to my zipper, and he asks me for permission with only a look.
I nod.
My answer is a resounding yes. I’m scared out of my mind, but determined nonetheless. I want this.
He pulls the zipper down. I hold my breath. The sound of it going down — zippppp — is all I hear. That, and my thumping heart, beating like a damn drum.
Kane pulls the suit down past my shoulder. He unhooks my bra with a flick of his wrist, and just like that, I’m standing half-naked in front of the Zoran warrior.
The first man to ever see my naked breasts, and it’s a silver skinned, seven foot tall alien vigilante, lightyears from Earth. Not in a million years could I have imagined this.
His hands move to my breasts. His grip is firm, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure to every fiber of my being. So much so that my whole body trembles.
“Are you okay?” Kane asks, his brow furrowed in concern.
He looks so damn sexy when he does that.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I say.
I don’t need to tell him twice. Kane places one hand on the back of my neck as he leans down and kisses me. I melt instantly.
His tongue teases me, rubbing against my bottom lip, daring me to open my mouth further. The moment I do, I’m in heaven.
With an animalistic growl he lifts me off my feet, and my legs automatically wrap themselves around his waist. His strong hands rest on my ass and my nipples press against his naked, warm chest…
There’s no place in the galaxy I’d rather be right now than right here, in this exact moment. My worries fade away as our tongues entwine. Kane is taking up all the space in my mind, and soon, my body…
The Zoran warrior is so strong he easily carries me with his left hand, while the right one tugs my zipper on my bodysuit down further. I feel the cold air on my naked skin and I welcome it.
I want Kane to touch me everywhere.
I want his hands to roam my body.
I want his tongue to find its way between my legs.
I want his manhood to fill me up.
He throws me down on his bed and grabs the bottom of my bodysuit. One tug later and all I’m wearing is my panties. If I had known this was going to happen I would have put on a sexier pair, but Kane doesn’t seem to mind. His purple eyes practically devour me, looking at me from top to bottom.
For the first time in my life, I feel sexy. Desired. Wanted. It’s a fantastic feeling. I cross my legs, my thumbs hooking into the waistband of my panties, teasing the alien warrior.
In response, he slowly pulls down his boxers. My eyes widen and my skin prickles, all my attention diverted to the massive tent he’s pitching.
Now it’s his turn to tease me. He slides his boxers down further and further, but he’s going agonizingly slow, exposing his silver skin and the mouthwatering V-shape of his abs to me.
I can’t help but lick my lips.
I have no idea what Zoran males are packing down there, but judging by their imposing frame and the size of his bulge, it’s got to be good.
“Stop teasing me,” I say. “Hurry up!”
Kane stops instantly.
“You can’t wait a moment longer, can you?”
“I’ve been waiting my entire life already!”
“Then do the honors.”
Damn it!
I scramble up to my hands and knees and move to the edge of the bed. Kane places his hands on his sides, smirking at me.
He looks smug, arrogant… and irresistible all at once.
I grab his boxers and yank them down impatiently. His engorged manhood flies out and hits me right in my cheek. I yelp from sheer surprise and recoil. My mouth falls open as I try to comprehend what I’m even looking at.
I don’t know where to begin.
His massive, hard, throbbing cock is a royal purple! Much like his amethyst eyes, it also demands my complete and undivided attention.
Except for the head.
The head of his Zoran cock is bright gold. It shimmers with pre-cum, glittering in the soft light like a crown jewel.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and mesmerizing. I could spend all day admiring it. The throbbing veins running up the massive length, the way it pulses, or the way his big, purple balls move — I admire every inch of it.
Luckily for me, there’s more than enough inches to admire.
Perhaps a few too many inches!
How in Earth is that monster ever going to fit inside of me?! It’ll split me apart!
Kane wraps his fingers around his manhood. The way his silver skin contrasts with his purple penis has me absolutely mesmerized.
He pumps his cock and more pre-cum dribbles down his impressive length. Just looking at it has got me breathing heavily, my entire body burning with lust.
I slowly reach out, wanting to feel his hot skin, but Kane grabs my wrist before I can do so.
“Me first,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. He pushes me onto my back and practically rips my panties off. Before I can stop him, before I can reach out, before I can even begin to comprehend what’s happening his tong
ue is between my legs.
Wow.
I throw my head back in ecstasy, my hands gripping the covers, my knuckles turning white. The feeling is indescribably and overwhelming. My Zoran lover drags his tongue up my wet lips, his strong hands on my hips, preventing me from scooting away.
“I love your taste,” he growls.
I love everything about this.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe.
“Oh, I won’t,” he says between wet kisses. “I’m never going to stop.”
I close my eyes and all I see is stars. I can barely believe this is happening. Here I am, naked, on my back, my legs up high in the air, a silver Zoran between my legs, his tongue touching me everywhere, circling my swollen clit, giving me more pleasure than I ever imagined possible — how’s that for a first experience?
With every stroke of his tongue pure pleasure explodes inside of me like fireworks, radiating from my core to every last inch of my being.
I open my eyes and look down.
Kane’s amethyst eyes are locked on mine, and there mere sight of it makes me shudder with pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this. I knew it was supposed to feel good, but this good? This is like a whole new level of good. An entire new dimension. They’ll need to update the dictionary after this. I’ll have to make some calls.
With every lick Kane gives me, the waves of pleasure build. All sounds fade away, all of my feeling concentrated in that little sensitive nub. The pleasure pulses come quicker and quicker every time, until there is no more downtime, and it’s all one continuous, long, unstoppable tidal wave of sheer toe-curling leg-trembling heavy-breathing reality-bending orgasm.
With one big, fat, capital letter O.
When I regain some semblance of conscious thought, floating down from the heavens, I notice Kane is lying next to me, grinning from ear-to-ear.
“How was that?” he asks.
Like he has to ask. His smile is smug, but fuck me he deserves every last inch of that smug smile.
