Zern

by Stella Sky

  “Let me fix it,” I grumbled, messing with it quickly until the static noise became clear again. “There. Try it now.”

  He looked at me as if I were from another planet, which made me chuckle to myself.

  “Therna 68, do you copy?”

  “Commander Zern? We thought you were dead! Where have you been?”

  “I ran into some trouble, but everything is fine now. We can proceed with the mission. The sooner, the better. And I have a human that requires transport.”

  “We can’t transport a human. And we were already given orders to return to the planet Yala. I don’t know what to tell you. You are just going to have to protect the ship until we return as your duty to the Raithers.”

  “I really hope that you are joking right now,” Zern said, his voice a low growl. I watched him as his handsome features turned fierce, and I felt a sudden pang of admiration and respect for him, despite how fearful he could appear. “I require transport, and I require it immediately. Send someone back to Hexa so that I can go home. I don’t belong here. I am not a prisoner.”

  “Be that as it may, I do not follow your orders. I have to follow the orders of the Resha Federation. And you know how slowly they operate. You might as well get comfortable there for a while. I mean, we can keep in touch, and we will definitely try to figure something out, but I can’t help you. Only they can.”

  Zern growled in rage and tore the communication device off of his wrist and slammed it into the ground.

  “Hey, careful with that. I just fixed it,” I said rushing to it and cradling it in my hands. “You never know when we might need it.”

  “Human, we are never going to need it. Because you are going to fix the engine of the ship, and we are getting the gred off of this planet for good.”

  “What are you saying?” I asked, my heart thudding dully in my chest. I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. “Are you going to get in trouble on your planet if you do that?”

  “No, because I am not going back to my planet. We are going to Earth. Now come on and get that engine working. I refuse to be aligned with the Raithers any longer. Please, human. Take me to your planet.”

  “Do you really mean that?” I asked, my voice hushed. It was almost too good to be true. But somehow, I knew that he was telling the truth. “You want me to go to Earth?”

  “I want you to go to Earth. I want us to have a chance in a new place, away from all of this. You can do it, can’t you? You can fix the engine?”

  “Yes,” I said, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice. “I can definitely fix the engine.”

  “Good,” Zern said, stepping past me and walking into the ship. “Then let us begin.”

  ***

  The next week went by in a blur. I was allowed to use the tools that Zern had brought with him without any fear of punishment. Instead of me feeding him now, as he attempted to deconstruct the ship, he instead began to feed me, and we worked together to get everything back into working order.

  Finally, it came time to give the engine its first real test. I wasn’t sure whether or not I had managed to fix it successfully, but I had a strong belief that I had. Zern had been working hard on making sure the weapons were reinstalled and operational, although the ship that had abandoned him to go back to Yala had already taken away two of the major lasers.

  “Are you ready, human?” he asked me, smiling into my eyes.

  My heart was pounding, and I nodded. “I am ready.”

  “Come on; let’s give it a try.”

  Zern reached over my shoulder and pointed at the button that indicated we were going to start the engines.

  “You need to press this and pull that throttle lever toward you at the same time. It should make a sound, much like the surging of energy. You will feel turbulence at first, but then the rise into the air will be smooth as silk.”

  “Are you sure you want me to do this?” I asked, suddenly nervous. Sure, I had imagined this moment ever since I had found the ship, but that didn’t give me the confidence to actually drive it. That seemed like a task better left to a Raither. It was his ship, after all, technically. I was just the person responsible for repairing the engine. At least, I hoped I had.

  “You could not do any more damage to this ship than has already been done,” Zern said, chuckling at me. “Besides, flying this is bound to be intuitive. I can teach you everything I know. I know that you are interested. Plus, you’ve earned it. You are the one who knew what to do. All I did was help. I have a new respect for the human mind now, thanks to you.”

  The statement filled me with a strange sense of pride, and I nodded. “All right then, let’s see if I did this right. If not, you might just have to save that respect for the human mind for later.”

  Zern chuckled and stood behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and holding me close. “I don’t think that there is anything that would keep me from this new respect. I am lucky to know you, human. Now come on and take me to Earth.”

  My heart pounded hard in my chest as I pressed the button down firmly and slowly pulled the throttle toward me. Just as Zern had promised, there was a strange energetic sound that filled the air. He held me tightly as the turbulence began to shake the machine. I became suddenly terrified that all the work that I had done had been completely wrong, and even if we did start to lift off the ground, the machine would ultimately shatter into one million pieces and leave us worse off than we had been to begin with.

  But to my surprise, the ship began to levitate, almost as if of its own accord, and soon we were rising higher and higher above the huge, Paleolithic trees until we were leaving the atmosphere of the planet Hexa behind us forever.

  ***

  “I can’t believe it worked,” I breathed.

  We had been floating through space for the past three days, ambling at a comfortable speed as Zern taught me how to navigate the ship. It was a fascinating subject, especially after having spent so much time working on the engine blindly, using only my mind to try to puzzle together the pieces so that I could escape once and for all. It seemed impossible to believe that all of my efforts had finally culminated into something worthwhile, and I was going to actually return back to Earth where I belonged. All thanks to Zern.

  “I can believe that it worked,” Zern said, smiling gently at me. We had just finished a meal and were sitting cozily together at what could only be described as a window seat, where we could gaze out the window into the stars. “I believe that you just may be the most intelligent being that I have ever encountered.”

  “Don’t flatter me,” I said, laughing. Complements always embarrassed me, especially any that came from Zern. “All I did was what any scientist in my position would have done.”

  “That’s not entirely true,” Zern said. “The scientists from my planet have been working on that engine for months, and they had gotten nowhere. You worked on it for weeks, and now we are flying through the cosmos and headed toward Earth. I would say that you are something pretty special.”

  He didn’t give me the chance to argue, and soon his broad hands were on my shoulders, and he was pulling me closer, his soft lips suddenly pressed against my own. I gasped in surprise, and then pleasure as I felt the heat of his tongue against mine.

  My body was immediately set ablaze with longing.

  “Zern…”

  My words were cut off by a soft gasp of pleasure as his strong hands found themselves against the soft warmth of my skin. I shuddered in surprise as a hot desire consumed me. I wanted him more now than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

  He seemed to sense my mood and stripped me easily, studying my body with appreciative eyes. He dropped his lips sensually over my nipple, stroking and caressing my thigh and pausing over the heat of my middle to linger in its crevice and feel its warmth.

  I shuddered as he dipped his finger in gently, awakening a fierce craving for his body within me. Soon, we were both naked, and I studied his perfectly muscled bod
y as he pinned me down against the broad seat, leaving me gasping for breath. I could feel his member heavy and urgent against my thigh, and parted my legs slightly, allowing him to press himself fully against me.

  He growled in pleasure, and suddenly my body was electrified by his entrance. I gasped out loud, shocked by the way a Raither was able to know my body so intimately. I had never felt anything better in my life and shuddered in delight as he began to unleash the power of his hips upon me.

  “You are mine, human. Nobody else’s,” Zern said, his gorgeous eyes boring into mine. I gasped in pleasure, unable to respond, but I nodded furtively. “I claim you.”

  “Yes,” I finally whispered as his powerful body crashed into mine again. Zern lifted me into the air, pinning me against the wall and holding me up with one of his strong arms. He was suddenly inside me deeper than he had ever been before, and I nearly cried in bliss. I gripped his shoulders tightly, my entire body electrified as he enveloped himself again and again in the heat of my middle, sending deep thrills through both of us as he gratified himself within my body.

  The power of my orgasm was already beginning to crash upon me, and I tried to hold myself back. I wanted to relish in Zern’s body: enjoy the sensual heat of the moment until I could no longer stand it any longer.

  He seemed to catch on to my game and grinned at me, his eyes flashing. I gasped when he sank his mouth into the nape of my neck, and a new wave of desire washed over me. He sped up his thrusts until I no longer had any room in my head for anything but my own pleasure, and he held me tightly, whispering into my ear in a deep rumble as he satisfied the fire within me.

  “I love you, human.”

  Suddenly, an eruption of powerful heat burst within me, and Zern’s climax filled me with such a savage heat that I cried out in ecstasy. I could no longer hold back the floodgate of my own orgasm, and I could feel every inch of his body within me as I contracted around him, overwhelmed by pure bliss.

  When we parted, Zern carried me into the bedroom, and we laid down together, panting heavily, my head on his broad chest.

  “I have never loved anybody the way that I love you,” I whispered, embarrassed by the admission. And yet, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Zern smiled down at me, his lips brushing the top of my head in a tender, lingering kiss.

  “We are going to spend the rest of our lives together; you realize that, right?” Zern said. “I will never let you go. Not ever. You are mine forever.”

  “I think I can live with that,” I said, smiling broadly. Zern chuckled, kissing me again, and we held each other for the rest of the night, each of us grateful for the opportunity to begin a new life together in a place where we could start over and put the hell of the prison planet behind us.

  The End

  Extra Value

  I hope you have enjoyed Keecha! To provide as much value as I can to you my lovely readers, I have partnered with my really good friend Maia Starr who is also a passionate Sci Fi Alien Romance author. If you love big sexy dreamy Aliens/Weredragons then you will absolutely LOVE her stuff. I have also included one of my own books as bonus called “Jaize: Verian Mates” to introduce you to my other works and the Verian Mates series. Enjoy !!

  With Love,

  Stella Sky

  ZAINE-Verian Mates

  (Verian Mates)

  By Stella Sky

  Chapter 1

  Regan Lawrence

  “Next! Regan Lawrence.”

  I cringed at the sound of my name being called and walked up to the desk.

  “Regan Lawrence? Female. Age 26. Location: Zone Seven.”

  I listened as my statistics were cited at me and nodded, pushing the auburn hair away from my face. It was hot today.

  The frowning attendant handed me my basket of rations and I smiled mechanically as I took it. I had learned as a child not to try to interact with the attendants. Ever since the war between the Verians and Earth had started, when I was just three, you were expected to take what you needed and nothing more, then return home.

  “Harbord Griswald. Female. Age 24. Location: Zone Three.”

  The voice of the attendant grew distant as I walked the path to the shuttle, where everybody from Zone Seven was being ushered. I took my seat, the same as always, and waited for the driver to bring the last few people onto the bus.

  Finally, my seat mate and the other six people who had still been in line returned, and the engine turned. We jerked forward and I kept my eyes peeled to the window. The shuttle had a tendency to give me motion sickness. The jerkiness of the sudden stopping and starting as we attempted to navigate the debris-filled terrain between zones always made me mildly nauseated at best, and borderline sick at worst.

  “When do you think the war will be over?” my seat mate, a young man named Trevor, asked out loud.

  It was the question on everybody’s minds, but nobody asked it except the very young. I glanced at Trevor and back at the window before answering him.

  “It will be over when one side wins.”

  Trevor’s restless fidgeting stilled and I heard the soft escape of breath from his lips. I knew how he felt. We all felt it. But we would just have to go on living the way we were living until it was over.

  ***

  It was a relief when we finally rounded the smooth curve that indicated we were near Zone Seven again. I was anxious to get off the bumbling, rumbling bus and back into my house, where nothing was bound to nauseate me except maybe the smell of my neighbor’s failed attempts at cooking.

  The shuttle dropped us off at the entrance and we walked inside, each of us heading to our own homes. Some of us had bikes parked by the fence, while others chose to walk. I was one of the latter.

  Things had changed on Earth since the war started, but not by much. We weren’t allowed to drive cars or overindulge in resources, so the military had set up the shuttles and rations bases. The Zones were divided based on necessity, and they were considered relatively safe places for us to go about our daily lives. The only difference was that in the Zones, debris from space was unlikely to destroy our homes. A shield was erected over each Zone to protect us.

  “Welcome back, group two!” the loudspeaker announced. Everybody applauded our safe return, and I couldn’t help but smile at the custom. Things had gotten very dangerous out there, and about a year ago we had lost a whole shuttle of people who had gone out to retrieve their rations. It was a very sad occasion. The man I had been destined to marry had been on that bus.

  The group dispersed once safely settled into Zone Seven, and I found myself wandering slowly to my little apartment, not in any particular hurry. I don’t know what was different that day, but for some reason I wanted to take in the feeling of walking through the camp, to really relish in it. I wrote poetry sometimes, in secret, and thought that maybe I would be able to explore the feelings that the rose in me as I observed the groups of people going about their lives as if a war wasn’t raging just beyond the walls of our protective sphere.

  “Give it back!”

  I furrowed my brow and whipped around, annoyed at the shrill voice of one of the children. Although we were under great protections, life existed mostly as normal within the zones, but children were definitely not supposed to yell unless there was real danger.

  “No way,” an older boy said, taunting the young girl that had shouted. “It’s mine now. You shouldn’t have left it lying around.”

  “Come on, Alex, please; just give it back!”

  I found myself watching the exchange between the young girl, probably no older than six, and three boys whose ages must have ranged between seven and twelve.

  “You know the rules. If you leave it on the ground, it means you don’t want it anymore, right?”

  “That’s not fair!” the girl exclaimed. “I had to-”

  “It doesn’t matter! It’s mine!”

  The boys laughed and ran off, and I watched in surprise and amazement as the young girl chased the boy
s down, tackled the biggest from behind, and grabbed her small bundle away from him, then took off running just as the sirens for lock down began to blare.

  “Gracie! Stop!”

  But the boy shouting, who bore an uncanny likeness to the girl (he was probably her brother), couldn’t go after her. The sirens meant that there was an enemy spotted nearby and everybody had to return to safety.

  “I’ll go after her,” I said to the boy, surprising both of us as I thrust my basket of rations to the ground and took off after the little girl. She was heading to the danger zone. If I didn’t catch her soon, it would be too late.

  The soldiers were running from their posts as guards and heading to the frontlines, climbing the walls and pointing their guns out into the sky, ignoring the citizens below them. We were supposed to know our places by then. We should have been running toward safety.

  Gracie crossed into the danger zone easily with nobody there to tell her to go back home, and I ran as hard as I could to catch up with the little girl, whose wide eyes were wild with fear and confusion.

  “Go home!” I kneeling down and looking into the little girl’s eyes. “You’re in danger here. There’s been a sighting!”

  Gracie gasped, her eyes suddenly locked onto the sky above my head. A feeling of dread gripped me as the little girl scrambled away and ran back in the direction she had come from.

  “Keep running until you’re home!” I exclaimed, trying to stand up from the spot where I was crouched on the ground. But it was already too late. My limbs were powerless.

  Confusion, and then dread, gripped me, and I knew that I had made a grave mistake. They had gotten me.

  I squeezed my eyes closed, hot tears leaking down my face. I knew that I should have immediately returned home, especially after hearing the siren, but if I hadn’t followed Gracie, it would have been a small child abducted and taken away from her home. That would be a tragedy for her family and the community as a whole. No, I wouldn’t regret it. It was better that I had been abducted over a small child.