by Stella Sky
We were now sitting in a high tower above the city. It was a very large apartment with all the comforts one could need on an alien planet. I was actually surprised by the luxury of the place. Considering how brute these aliens were, they did have an advanced city and lived well. I kind of admired it.
“Yeah, besides, we can see the city from here. We can learn a lot just by observing,” Trevor said looking out the glass.
“Trevor is right,” I said.
“And what did they do to you, Miranda? What happened when they took you with Evlon?” Captain James said.
I flushed and turned away from him. I did not want him to see me blushing because I was embarrassed about what happened. “Nothing happened. They just wanted my medical expertise on his injury, and I gave it to him. It is no big deal. Leader Rangellis said it is just a matter of establishing trust. I am not worried about it. But I am anxious to get these peace talks going as soon as possible.”
“Yes, we all are. I have a very bad feeling about this place. You do realize we are on a hostile alien planet? Aliens that have proven to us that they want to conquer our planet. This is all wrong. They are being too nice, and I don't trust it,” Brad said.
“That might be true, Brad, but what choice do we have? We just have to go along with it. The mission might not go exactly as we planned, but how can you really plan for something like this? Let us just hope I get to speak with their government about opening these peace talks, anything else that happens just happens,” I said.
The door opened. A Zenkian soldier walked in.
“Evlon has asked me to inform you that you will be attending the dinner feast. He will be coming to escort you in an hour. Please wash up and be presentable. That is all, humans,” he said.
“Wait, what is the dinner feast?” Brad said.
“Why is our door locked?” Trevor said.
But the soldier did not answer them. He quietly left into the hallway and locked the door behind him.
“Dinner feast?” Captain James said.
“Dinner. I guess. This could be a good sign. Maybe they talk business over dinner. Come; we have to do as they say.”
“I am feeling more and more like a prisoner as time goes by,” Captain James said.
I sighed and made my way to the washroom to take a shower. It felt good to have a hot shower. Afterwards, I put on my space suit again as it was the only thing to wear. But I wasn’t here for Zenkian fashion. I was here on business.
An hour later, Evlon came in.
“Hello again, humans. If you will follow me, I will escort you through the city to the great hall of the government building. It is where we are having tonight's dinner feast,” he said. He looked directly at me, and I felt a chill go down my body. In a flash, I saw his naked body in front of me laid out on the table while I massaged him. I had to shake the image from my mind.
“Will we be speaking about the peace talks during this dinner? Are we meeting with the leaders?” Captain James asked.
“That is a question for Rangellis. I am just here to escort you. Shall we go?” Evlon said.
“Yes, we are ready,” I followed him out.
Soon we were walking through the bustling city. There were speeders flying by. Zenkians of all types were in the streets going about their evening business. I could smell the different smells of food in the air. It was like any bustling city on Earth, only with these large red aliens.
“This is the government hall,” Evlon said as we approached a skyscraper.
“It is massive,” I said.
“Yes, it is. It is necessary. It takes a lot to do what we do,” he said with a grin. As soon as I saw his grin, my knees felt weak.
“Come. Follow me to the great hall,” he said.
We followed him into a massive hall. It had a large domed ceiling. There were about twenty long tables set up throughout, and piles of food were being served. Zenkians sat at the tables speaking to each other. The room was filled with the commotion of voices and music played by musicians in the corner. I noticed Rangellis sitting at an elevated table at the front of the room with some other elder looking Zenkians. Those must be part of the government, I thought.
“You will sit here, with me,” Evlon said, leading us to a table near the government table. We all took our seats. I looked at Brad and Trevor who were both grinning. They were excited to be in this feast. Drinks were poured for all of us.
I took a small sip. I coughed. “What is this?” I asked Evlon sitting next to me.
“It is a strong drink. We call it Inta. It is made for our size. I do not think you should drink it,” he said.
“I will just have water,” I said reaching for a clear pitcher of water. But the rest of my team was already indulging in the drink and food.
I timidly ate next to Evlon. I was quiet as I watched the feast unfold in front of me. It was a cross between an alien environment and a medieval feast. It was fascinating.
“I can’t stop thinking about that massage you gave me earlier,” Evlon whispered in my ear.
I swallowed hard. “I don’t want to talk about that,” I said.
“Are you sure?” he whispered. I felt my body responding immediately.
“Yes, I am sure. What I do want to talk about is when I will have the opportunity to speak about the peace negotiations,” I said angrily.
“Leader Rangellis does not do business talks at dinner. He says everyone is too drunk and incapacitated to remember.”
“Yes, I can see why,” I said as I looked around the hall noticing that it was getting rowdy.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said. “I don’t think you have dinner feasts like we do on Earth. At least not anymore; perhaps in your ancient times. We enjoy the indulgences of not just food and drink,” he said.
“What?” I said.
He looked around the room to a corner of the hall. I gasped. A Zenkian male and female were having sex in that corner.
“We are not ashamed of our flesh the way humans are. We celebrate it,” he said.
I looked down the table at my team. They were so drunk. Eyes were half open, and they were slurring. I noticed Trevor pointed out the beginnings of the orgy in the corner of the hall to Brad. Brad cheered. This was not good.
“I did not know the Zenkians were like this,” I said quietly to Evlon.
“We are a race that takes what we want, when we want. That includes flesh, and that includes Earth,” he said to me.
I looked at him with wide eyes. Then a loud ruckus distracted me from his brutal words. I looked to the other corner of the hall. There were Zenkians in a full orgy. A female was bent over the table licking another Zenkian female that lay on the table, while a male took her from behind. The loud ruckus was the sound of plates and cups crashing to the floor as they used the table to have sex. I was shocked.
I looked at Evlon. He grinned. I looked at Rangellis. He raised his cup to me in cheers. Soon the entire hall was acting in complete debauchery. It was like a Dionysus scene in old Greek mythology. I couldn’t handle it. I got up from my chair and made my way to the veranda. I walked out and let the cold air hit my face. My breathing was ragged. I was startled by the scene and ashamed that I was turned on by it. I was not expecting this from the Zenkians. We did not know this about them on Earth.
“You should not be out here alone. Any one of these brutes will take you for a slave and take you as he pleases,” Evlon said.
I turned to see him standing behind me.
“Is it always like this?” I said pointing inside.
“Only for our feasts like this. Not at just any dinner time,” he grinned.
“I can’t believe it,” I said.
“Do you like it?”
“I don’t want to participate, if that is what you mean.”
“No, that is not what I mean. I mean, do you like watching it?”
“I…no, I…”
“Oh, but I think you do, Miranda,” he said as he got very close t
o me. He was so close only an inch from my body. I could smell his alien manly scent. Then he kissed me. His lips were soft, and his body was hot as he pressed it against me in his stiff uniform. His kiss was mesmerizing to me. It made a tiny pulsation explode between my thighs and a tingle all over my body. I had goosebumps on my arms as he put his large hands around my back. I moaned into his mouth as I gave into him. I was turned on. I wanted him to take me. I wanted this red alien inside of me. I felt my nipples grow hard and press against his massive hard abs. But then I came to my senses. I pushed him away from me.
Slap! I slapped him across the face. I ran back into the hall. It was a full-fledged orgy now. Some were still casually eating and drinking while others just fucked. It was an insane sight. I went to my table, but my team was gone. I looked around to see them spread out all over the hall, drunk and watching the orgy. I was overwhelmed. I ran for the entrance of the hall. I had to get out of there.
“Where do you think you are going, human? Come here, slave,” a deep voice said. A hand grabbed my arm and pulled me. I screamed. I looked up into the face of a Zenkian I had never seen before. He tried to kiss me.
“No! Get off of me!” my small fists beat at his chest.
Bam! The Zenkian was knocked out. I turned to see that Evlon was the one that delivered the blow. He had an angry look on his face. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing? Put me down!” I shouted.
“I am getting you out of here! Is that not what you want?” he shouted as he made his way out of the hall.
“Yes but…”
“Then shut up, human!” he shouted.
He carried me out of the hall and all the way back to the dwelling. He threw me on the sofa in the living room of the dwelling.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I told you not to run off like that. You will be taken by one of these brutes!” he shouted.
“You cannot tell me what to do!” I shouted.
“Just stay here!” he shouted as he turned toward the door. “Don’t let her out,” he told the soldier.
“Yes, sir, Evlon,” he said. Then they both walked out and locked the door behind me.
“Ughhh!” I shouted as I made my way to the glass to look out over the city. This was not going as I had planned, but nothing was as I expected it to be on Anvin.
Chapter 7
Evlon
No one rejects me. I could still feel the sting of the slap that Miranda gave me. It wasn’t the first time a female had slapped me, but it was the first time it had really bothered me. So the next day, I knew that I needed to blow off some steam before I went about my duties of keeping her and her team occupied as Rangellis wished.
I knew exactly where to do it: the war game complex. I looked out of my window in my home dwellings. I could see a sandstorm approaching on the horizon. It looked to be at least another twenty-four hours away. We had them often. When they blew through, the city would shut down, and everyone hunkered down and waited for it to pass. But I didn’t need to worry about it now. I had time. I left to the war game complex.
“Evlon, what are you doing here?” Tormunt held out his hand. I slapped it in a greeting. He was walking out while I was walking in.
“Just getting in some practice time, same as you,” I said. “How’s the head? Sorry about the blow last practice,” I said teasing him about taking him out.
“All part of it. Don't you know there is a sandstorm coming?” he said.
“Yes, I do. But it looks a day away. I will be fine,” I said.
“I don’t know about that. I heard it will be arriving in a few hours. I’m getting out of here and preparing my home.”
“You do that,” I said continuing my way in.
“I'll see you at practice in a few days, and I owe you one for the hit. I’m sure I will get you next time,” he said.
“I look forward to it,” I said.
I went out onto the field with my sword and shield. I did a few stretches.
I had to get some of this vigor out of me, and by vigor, I meant the craving I felt for Miranda. I found myself jacking off to her every chance I got. Maybe this time I could work her out of my mind with my sword and shield.
I ran across the field over and over, swinging my sword while carrying my shield. I went through all the drills by myself. I hit the drills harder and harder.
“Aagh! Fuck!” I shouted grabbing my inner thigh. This was not good. I had actually injured my leg this time. At first, it was just an ache, and I had pretended it was injured in order to get Miranda to treat me, but now it was actually hurting.
Shit. I limped my way inside and used the communication wall to call the soldier guarding the humans.
“Evlon, yes, sir,” he said.
“I am inside the war game complex in the medical rooms. Bring me the human female Miranda, but just her, alone. Do it now,” I said.
“Yes, sir, Evlon, sir,” he said.
I turned off the communication and laid on the floor. This was not a good thing, and I really did hope she could help me. The war games were months away, and I would time to heal, but I wanted to be at my best. I had to win, not for Rangellis but for myself.
Chapter 8
Miranda
Having some time away from Evlon overnight was helping with not feeling so confused. I found myself thinking less and less about Evlon and his conceited flirtations. Except when I laid in bed last night alone, that was when it had hit me hard and I had to take care of myself with my hand.
These were the thoughts that went through my mind over and over again in order to persuade myself that I needed to let go of any fantasies I was having about the alien soldier.
In the early morning hours my drunken team was escorted back into our dwellings. They passed out in the living room, on the sofas and on the floor. I did not want to know what they had gotten into. I was sure they had participated in the orgies and debauchery and I’d rather not hear the details.
I stood on the balcony of my dwelling looking out over the city. The sky was a dark gray, and there were dust clouds forming over the horizon coming closer and closer. I knew that Anvin had sandstorms and I wondered if that was what it was. I looked down over the city, and it did not seem to be in alarm over an approaching storm. Then I heard the door open inside the dwelling. I assumed that it was Evlon.
“Miranda?” the soldier guarding the door said. I walked back inside.
“Yes?”
“Miranda, you are being summoned to the war game complex. I am to escort you there now by orders of Evlon,” he said.
“Her? Why her? We should call Leader Rangellis,” Captain James said.
“No, it’s all right, James. I will go,” I said to the soldier.
“What? Why? Miranda, what is going on?” he said worried.
“James, it will be fine. I do not know what is going on, but at least this is something more productive than sitting here waiting. I will be back. You all should get some rest. I know how tired you must be after last night,” I said. He looked away, ashamed.
I followed the soldier out of the dwelling and into the hallway. I was quiet as he secured me into a speeder and drove to the outskirts of the city to the war game complex.
“I saw massive dust clouds on the horizon. Is that a sandstorm?” I asked him as he drove.
“Yes. It is scheduled to hit us in twenty-four hours, but they are unpredictable, and that can change to two hours in a matter of minutes,” he said.
“Are they dangerous?” I asked.
“They can take your skin off,” he said.
“Okay…” I said feeling shocked by that information.
“We are here. Come with me. I will show you to Evlon,” he said.
I followed him into the war game complex and down the halls of the familiar rooms I had seen before.
“You will find Evlon in here,” he said opening a door for me. I walked in, and the soldier left. I walked into the p
hysical therapy room where I had treated Evlon before. I looked around.
“Evlon?”
“Down here,” he said.
I looked on the floor.
“Oh my God, are you all right?” I said getting on my knees beside him.
“I really fucked up my leg this time. I overdid it. I thought you could help me,” he said.
“Ugh. You should have been resting that leg, not playing your war games,” I said.
“Sometimes I cannot help myself. If I want to do something, I just do it,” he said, looking at my nipples poking through the tight material of my space suit. I sucked in a sharp breath of air.
