by Calista Skye
“Yes? We will? You will help me?”
He smirks. “I will.”
I just stare at him with what I think must be a very happy smile. And of course, I am so happy that tears start to form again. Damn, I was never this much of a crybaby before. Is that something he is doing to me?
Yes, I decide. He gives me room to breathe, space to listen to my emotions for a change. Space to let out a little bit of pressure. Space to be the real me, because for a change I have someone on my side. Someone powerful. Have I ever had that before?
He must notice, because his tail slides around my shoulder and tickles my ear, making me squeal.
He looks innocently away, and I notice how insanely horny I am.
Judging from the bulge in his pants, he's the same way.
I put a hand on his thigh. “Let's go?”
He jumps down on the floor and puts his can on the crate. “Let's go,” he agrees and lifts me down. “Friends, Mila has had a long day and wants to sleep.”
“Do you think,” Prash asks innocently, “that she wants something else, too?”
“Of course she does,” Crirux says. “Just like Renerak, she wants a lullaby at bedtime.”
“I like my sweet songs before sleep,” Renerak rumbles so the nearby crates shake. “There's no shame in that, Mila. I'll sing to you.”
“Oh sweet stars,” Beloron wails. “If you do that, we'll all be deaf for days.”
“Stop it, all of you,” I command, both slightly drunk and very happy. “We all know what I want. I would say it, but maybe I don't know that word or maybe I'm too innocent to speak it. You all know what it is. Your guess is correct, I promise.” I throw an obvious glance at Xan'tor's crotch.
The guys whoop and laugh and cheer like guys do.
They're still laughing as Xan'tor and I leave the pyramid room. As soon as we're out of sight, Xan'tor lifts me by the waist and puts me over his shoulder like a caveman.
My head hangs down his back, and I squeal in protest and delight. “Hey, you brute! Put me down!”
“You're in my power, human female,” he grunts. “And I will show you exactly what that means.”
I slap his hard, round butt. “You and which army?”
He slaps mine right back. “Oh, I've been known to command armies. But right now, I'll be an army of one.”
“Best kind of army.”
“For this purpose, yes.”
“We'll just see what that army can do.”
He opens the door to the cabin and carefully puts me down on the mattress. He stares at me for a while, just letting his gaze sweep over me from head to toe, like a wild animal planning how to attack its prey. His crotch twitches visibly.
I arch my back in sheer expectation, my breath going fast in a dry mouth.
Then he pounces. In one movement he's all over me, greedily kissing my face and neck while ripping the white outfit off me and tossing it aside. My bra and panties go the same way, and my instincts kick in. I weakly resist, not wanting it to stop, but also not wanting him to have it too easy this time. This is too primal for that. He has to overpower me.
I want him to overpower me.
He does, too, without expending any effort at all. With one hand he pins my arms to the mattress over my head, and with the other he mauls my breasts, using just enough force to create hard tingles that shoot downwards.
He kisses me with such passion that it leaves me breathless. “This army will invade you now.”
“You can try,” I pant, arching my back involuntarily in pure arousal. “Do it. Invade me.”
He licks and kisses his way down my front, reaches my thigh, and lightly bites the skin there.
I groan in mild pain that gradually turns to more heat. “You can't invade me,” I mewl. “I'll stop you.”
He slides a finger up my slit, making me gasp, then makes a show of licking that finger. “Seems like the defenders are about to switch sides.”
“Never,” I moan as he dips the finger back in, teasing my clit, making me twitch.
He smirks and loosens his pants. “Let's inspect the invasion army.”
I glance down at it. Dark blue, hard, alien, visibly throbbing. “Too weak,” I whimper.
“We'll see.” The huge alien lets go of my hands and forces my knees apart, opening me fully. “The battlefield is ready, I think.”
“You'll never invade me,” I pant despite all the evidence to the contrary. “I'll stop you.”
Xan'tor kneels between my legs and pushes my knees further apart and back. “I don't think you want to.”
He's right, of course. I want to be taken by him. I want to be his.
The head of his cock is at my entrance, rubbing up and down to lubricate it, making slick, wet noises, preparing it to penetrate my sex.
I look up at his yellow eyes, opening not just my body, but also my soul for him to possess.
Then I whimper thinly as he pushes into me, spearing me with his alien rod.
My body receives him with only a little bit of protest as my womanly flesh has to adjust to make way for the rock-hard invader. It goes to the bottom of me and then slowly swells, filling me up more than I thought possible, caressing every tiniest spot all along my tunnel.
He gives me a little smirk. “Invasion complete. Do you surrender?”
“Yes,” I agree, delirious and anxious for him to start fucking me for real. “You conquered me. Now use me.”
He pulls slowly out, and I cling to him with all my might, just to make sure he doesn't stop.
Once more he pushes into me, taking possession of my body, churning my insides into a compliant and welcoming hotness.
Again and again he thrusts into me, building up the liquid heat. I know I can't resist what's coming, but I also know I don't want this to end. I can't lose.
I can never lose with Xan'tor. This man, this alien, this perfect lover. Admired by everyone, loved by his friends, never backing down. Always doing what he feels is right.
Clinging harder to his hard, strong body, I feel his muscles move under my hands as he fucks me, takes his pleasure from me. He deserves that pleasure more than anyone.
I'm right on the edge when those movements around my clit start again. And suddenly I know what it is: it's his tail.
He's caressing my clit with the end of his tail, teasing and sliding and twirling, as lightly and as delicately as if it were a feather, setting off my climax in seconds.
Again I buck and scream and whimper as it washes through me and makes me powerless. My whole body shakes uncontrollably under his weight, pinned in place, completely open and spread, all his.
Everything becomes a blissful blur as he yells out his victory, a deep and happy sound that makes my chest vibrate as he sprays his seed deep inside me.
I collapse and let go of him, shaking and jerking with the aftershocks.
After we cool down, he takes me into his arms and spoons me, making me feel small and infinitely protected with one huge, blue arm around me.
“Now your invasion is complete,” I sigh.
“That's the way it feels,” he rumbles.
We just lie there, and there's no need to say anything.
After a little while, Xan'tor's breath tells me that he's asleep.
I glance at the little window. It looks the same as before, but suddenly space isn't so dark after all.
We'll rescue Emma. And then we’ll have the most powerful Resistance group ever. Right here. Xan'tor is a warrior and a crazy-good leader, and I think he's committed to this.
Of course, he will have to take care of his shipping business. But sometimes we can carry out little guerrilla missions against the Bululg. We'll be smart about it. Nobody will know Xan'tor is part of the group. The Bululg will never expect him to work against them, if he's as trusted and well paid a shipment agent as they say.
After a while I can make contact with the Resistance back on Earth, coordinate some missions with them. Maybe we can get more of them to joi
n us up here. Maybe we can rescue more girls. We'll do so much damage to the Bululg and their despicable business that they leave us alone.
I know it's an optimistic thought. But right now, I feel that I have a right to be a little unrealistic about the future. Lying right next to Xan'tor, it feels like nothing can hurt me.
Finally, things seem to be going well.
And it's all because of him.
To think I once thought he was a creep! I've never been more wrong.
Actually, I need to say one thing.
I turn my head to the side so my voice won't be muffled by the mattress. “I love you.”
26
- Xan'tor -
I stretch and gently extricate myself from Mila's ams and legs. She's a clingy sleeper, and I like that in a woman. She's certainly not clingy in any other way.
The room is a mess, with both our clothes flung to the floor. I pick them up and discover a beverage can under one of my old robes.
I study it closer. Feels heavy. I don't think any of us brought mead here last night. I know I didn't, and I would have noticed if Mila did.
If not, then this must be—
Mila stirs, her hands blindly patting the mattress, searching for me. Not finding anything, she opens her eyes.
“Good morning,” I say. “No need to get up. I think you need some rest.”
“I know what I need,” she says, squinting, her sweet voice cracking with sleep. “And yeah, I need rest. And some other things, too. What you got there, warrior?”
I show her the can. “This. Did we bring drinks in here?”
“I didn't. Oh, that. It's something I thought might be a bomb or something. I brought it to the Bululg auction room and wanted to blow it up. I'm glad I never got the chance. I would have looked pretty stupid standing there with a can of alien mead, like I wanted everyone to see me open it. Like a publicity stunt for that brand. If it had a label on it.”
“Where did you find it?”
“You left a lot of stuff in here. I think it was in that closet? Top shelf.” She points sleepily. “Looked like a primitive bomb to me, so I thought it would be useful.”
I gingerly place the cylinder back on the shelf. “Possibly that's because it is a bomb.”
Mila's silent for a moment. Then she sits up. “What?”
“It's full of high explosives,” I explain, carefully closing the closet. “Something we prepared for a mission way back. We had to make it look innocent. I was meaning to defuse it, but it was harder than I thought, so I left it there.”
She stares at me, rubbing one eye. “So if I had pushed that button on the side…”
“Then you would have blown up that auction room and everyone in it. Including the Earth females to be sold. Probably would have blown a hole in the side of the station, too.”
“Shit. That was exactly what I had planned. Would it have ruined the whole station?”
I rejoin her on the bed. “Probably not. You'd need a lot more explosives for that. But you would have killed a lot of people. Including yourself.” A spike of horror goes down my back at the thought of how close I was to losing her forever. I grab her hand and hold onto it.
“Yeah… I'm still glad I didn't do it. I think that we can do things in a better way.”
I frown deeply. “Better than blowing yourself up? You really think so?”
She slaps my arm with her fingertips. “Hey, no mocking. I am under orders.”
My ears perk up. “You are?”
“I'm still in the Resistance. I'm supposed to do as much damage as I can to the Bululg.”
“Mm. I see. Even if it costs you your life?”
“Even then.”
It makes sense from a guerrilla warfare point of view. But not as much from an I-don't-want-to-lose-her point of view. “My love, has it crossed your mind that you don't have to be so focused on your planet anymore? And its liberation?”
“No.”
“It's a big universe. You could decide that you're done with Earth and all its complications. Build a life outside it, something that doesn't require you to kill yourself for a cause that is probably lost.” I say it as gently as possible, because 'probably' is not the right word. 'Definitely' and 'with total certainty' are closer to the mark. There is absolutely no chance that the Bululg will ever let go of Earth, despite their annoyance with the Resistance.
“I don't think it's lost.”
“You risk ending your life over a cause that might never be won.”
“Then I die well.”
She's as stubborn as a bantant. “I have to say that I much prefer you alive.”
She's silent for a while. “You said 'my love'.”
“Yes.”
“Did you hear me last night?”
“My sweet young woman, they heard you on Saturn last night.”
She slaps my arm again. “No, after that. I thought you were asleep. Did you hear it?”
“I must have been asleep.”
She turns her head to look at me. “I said 'I love you'. You didn't hear it?”
“I heard it now. Sounds pretty good.”
“Right? I just mean, it's like we each said it first. As far as we knew. I like that.”
“There is much to like about that. Does it make you think otherwise about dying for your planet?”
She squeezes my hand. “Frox told me about you and the clan. It's extremely important to you.”
“It is.”
Her eyes are big and exotically dark. “Earth is just as important to me. I would do anything to free it.”
I lean in and kiss her full lips. “I can't help but respect that. And hate it at the same time. But you are a warrior. A female warrior, impossible though it seems. You plainly are one. Please tell me you'll consider putting the resistance part of your life behind you. I honestly don't think there is any point in it.”
“There is if you join us.”
I freeze as the universe turns itself inside-out.
It takes me a few heartbeats to collect myself. “If I join you?”
“Yes! You're capable and strong and you have a lot of weapons. And spaceships. Hey, I don't expect you to die for Earth. Heck, I don't want you to die at all. You don't need to be on the front lines. But with you on our side, I think the Resistance would stand a much better chance. Just saying. I know it's none of your business.”
“I... doubt it would work,” I manage. Still I see the sense of it, from her point of view. From my point of view, it makes even more sense. After all, I invaded her planet. I seriously doubt I could un-invade it in a hurry, but any strategist could see that I would be a very valuable asset to their Resistance.
Is this the time to tell her everything about what I do? And what I have done?
“There are no guarantees in war,” she says like an old general. “But if you'll consider helping the Resistance, then I will consider making it less of a priority in my life. After we rescue Emma.”
“Right.” I scratch my head. This is becoming extremely complicated. It was my plan to rescue her sister and then to carry out the big mission for the Bululg. That way, Mila gets her sister and my clan gets its defensive weapons. And I can continue working for the best client in space, despite the dishonor.
But now I don't know what to think. I really want this woman in my life. Can I expect that while I'm working for the Bululg? Can I expect that while I'm feeling dishonored and dirtied by it? Can I expect that if I'm about to go on the best-paid and possibly most dangerous mission of my life?
Wild stars, I can't lose her!
“Meanwhile,” she purrs and pulls my head down to her, “your invasion of me is starting to wear off. You may want to reinforce it.” She lets her thighs fall open.
27
- Mila -
The next few days are the happiest I can remember.
In the 'daytime', or when everyone agrees that it's not night, the guys work on their mysterious mission and clean the worst of the mess from the
corridors and the pyramid room. It's like a bustling business, with guys coming and going, having discussions in strange languages, and slowly filling up the storage spaces with crates and all kinds of alien objects. I have asked them what the mission is, but they are reluctant to tell me. Which, as a soldier, I understand. Bad security can ruin any campaign. But the mission looks dangerous.
The holographic map in the middle of the Pyramid no longer displays the whole galaxy, but a huge and extremely detailed Earth. I guess one of the guys may have decided that I should have the familiar view of my home planet to enjoy, like a globe. And yeah, it's nice to look at. But it also feels like a little pinprick in my conscience: I had the chance to blow up the Bululg auction room, and I didn't use it. I might never be able to go there again. Did I betray Earth and the Resistance when I hesitated for long enough for the baron to grab me again?
I spend some time perfecting my flying skills with the old spaceship. The computer game I played with Evan back in the day was realistic, but not like this. Flying a spaceship is both exhilarating and scary, but mostly fun. And it gives me a weird sense of satisfaction – Evan was never able to fly a real spaceship like the ones in the game. But here I am, behind the controls of an actual little spaceship with a lightspeed drive and everything. He would have loved to see that.
I'm not sure how he would have felt about the small alien weapon that Xan'tor gave me, but I practice with it once in a while. It's easy to use, and small enough that I can actually fasten it to the small of my back. The cellphone I fasten to my upper sleeve, but I don't carry Ingrid much anymore. Making that choice is part of being free from alien oppression. And her constant nagging about Population Control is getting on my nerves.
At night Xan'tor and I make passionate love for hours, then usually again in the morning. And sometimes in the middle of the day. I'm insatiable, and so is he.
But he's more serious now, rarely smiling or joking with me. His lovemaking slowly turns more intense, almost desperate. It's still wonderful, but it's obvious to me that something's bothering him very deeply.
I try to ask him a couple of times, but I can't get a real answer out of him.
