by Luna Hunter
My eyes are glued to the sight in front of me as another tantalizing drop of precum forms on the massive head. I spread it around with my thumb, and the warrior utters a deep, low growl that reverberates through the cave.
I can’t help but feel a little proud of myself. I’m good at this!
Who could have known my handjob skills would prove to be a lifesaver one day?
“Your touch is magic,” Ibalen growls.
I look up and see the look on his chiseled face has changed, ever so slightly. It’s still brimming with lust, his eyes focused on me so intensely it’s like he’s peering straight into my soul — but there’s no anger there, not anymore. Now there’s softness, something gentle. A loving spark, even.
“I do my best,” I chuckle, returning his gaze, my chest heaving up and down with every heavy breath.
Suddenly his hands fly up, dig into my shirt, and roughly squeeze my breasts, his fingers digging into my skin. A lewd moan escapes my lips.
Where did that moan come from?!
I’m not supposed to be enjoying this. This is work. I’m saving my life, rescuing myself from this situation. I need to prevent him from tearing my pussy apart with that big, amazing, breathtaking cock of his.
That’s not what’s happening though. No, I’m getting him off, and I’m liking it.
I like how he looks at me. How heavy his breaths are. How I can feel his pulse in his cock. How this massive, dominant, alpha warrior wants ME.
I even like how roughly he gropes my breasts, how his thumbs brush against my sensitive nipples, how he licks his lips with that forked tongue of his.
I like… being his.
That’s the truth of it all. If I cut through all of my own BS, that’s what it comes down to. My mind is clouded with a potent mixture of lust and fear, but for a brief second it feels like the clouds part, and I can see exactly what I want.
And that is to be his.
I want to save this warrior. I want to tend to his wounds. I want to heal his soul.
Underneath that wanton look, that strong brow and those broad shoulders, there’s got to be a kind heart or two.
And those hearts need healing. There’s got to be a reason why he’s so aggressive, why he’s hellbent on killing all of my friends…
My friends.
That thought hits me with the power of a lightning bolt.
That’s his ultimate goal: To kill my friends. To make Jade a widow, and Ka’de an orphan. And here I am, jerking him off, admiring his size, loving the sensation of his fingers tweaking my nipples, enjoying every second of our wanton little adventure.
What the hell am I doing?!
Do I really think I can change this man, who according to the stories I’ve heard, is evil incarnate?!
…yes. Yes, I do.
I must either be a genius with a magic coochie, or the dumbest thing to ever walk on two legs, but if anyone can save Ibalen, if anyone can prevent the coming bloodshed… it’s gotta be me.
Ibalen places his hand on my neck and forces me to look him in the eye. He squeezes my throat gently, but I know he could snap me in half if he wanted to.
“Your hands,” he says with a low, throaty growl, “are heaven.”
He pulls me closer until I can feel his warm breath on my face. I don’t even try to resist as he brings me closer and closer still.
I want this as much as he does.
He kisses me. Passionately.
His lips crash into mine, his forked tongue finding its way into my mouth, caressing my tongue, his sharp fangs nipping my lips. My eyes are closed as I surrender myself to this brute, this savage, this warrior, and I let him have his way with me, my hands a blur as I stroke him as hard and as fast as I humanly can.
His breathing grows heavier and heavier. With every stroke of my arms, the throbbing head of his enormous cock hits me right between the legs, and his pulses are so heavy I can feel them right in my core.
As his orgasm approaches, so does mine.
“Oh, Ibalen,” I moan wantonly into his mouth.
“You love my cock, don’t you, human? You want my seed, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cry out, the dirty words driving me wild. I’m lost in a sea of lust, and every pulse of his cock I feel right on my clit. It’s like the clothes I’m wearing don’t make a lick of difference.
“On your knees,” he growls. “I want to cover you with my seed!”
I drop down in a second, and not a breath later Ibalen’s cock fires. As the thick, creamy white strands cover my chest, I come right there and then, the sensations of his warm seed on my sensitive nipples enough to send me trembling over the edge into a world of pleasure.
My body shakes as I milk him, pulse after pulse hitting my skin, and I’m reduced to a quivering mess, my thighs pressed together tightly as pure, unbridled pleasure washes over me.
He keeps on firing, his member jumping and throbbing so hard it escapes my grasp, and a blast of his male seed hits me square in the face. I can feel it dripping down my cheeks and chin, right as a second shot ends up in my mouth, my tongue already stretched out and waiting for it, as if I subconsciously engineered this very situation just to taste him.
The taste alone is enough to trigger another blast of orgasmic pleasure. His seed is truly out of this world. It’s like feasting on starfruit, it’s that sweet, that addictive, that yummy.
Without even thinking about it, I lean forward and wrap my lips around the head, greedily gulping down the next few blasts, my fingers working his length as I milk him dry.
In that exact moment I give into my every secret desire, I am fully myself, free from all shame.
When it is all done and his massive set of balls stop firing, I gasp for air and gaze upon the beautiful picture he’s painted on my naked skin. His dark gray member contrasts sharply with my pale skin, and with the creamy, white seed that covers said skin.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter as the reality of what I just did sinks in.
I look up to see Ibalen is smiling, resting his back against the cave wall, sweat dripping down his brow. He runs his hand through his dark hair and pats me on the head for a job well done.
And despite my own sensibilities, I feel proud for it.
How did this just happen?
The logical side of me is telling me to bolt. He’s spent, exhausted. If there ever was a time to run away, this is it.
Then again, my own legs feel like linguini. I wouldn’t get very far. Plus, the emotional side of me is telling me that I belong here. And by here, I don’t mean kneeling at his feet, covered in seed, his still quivering cock mere inches from my waiting lips — although I must admit, the view is exquisite.
No, I mean by his side.
We have a connection, me and Ibalen. I can’t deny that. I want to deny it. I want to fight it, to flee, to run, but I simply cannot. It’s my duty to prevent the coming bloodshed. And if that is my mission, I must break the emotional barriers this warrior has erected around his two hearts.
It’ll be a tough job. And my handjob skills will only get me so far. But, judging by the pleased look on the warrior’s face, I think I’ve made a little dent in his armor…
Chapter 6
IBALEN
This human female is something else.
Eileen, she said her name was. So alien. So strange. So… beautiful.
My quad is no longer brimming with my seed, but the clouds in my mind have not lifted, unfortunately. I still feel the urge to care for this female, to keep her safe and fed.
The way her face scrunched up with pleasure as she orgasmed kneeling obediently in front of me filled me with a sense of pride, joy, and accomplishment, more than any battle has ever done.
It makes no sense, but perhaps the feeling will pass. After all, Kaizon are bred for two things: Fighting and fucking. I’ve done my share of fighting but with the Sickness ravaging Kysus, my experience in the other category has been… limited.
I am not familiar with th
is feeling of contentment swirling around inside of me, coursing through my veins and making me feel as light as air.
It is only temporary, I hope. In the meantime, I must prepare for the coming battle. I cannot let her pheromones distract me too much…
“Come,” I say as I stuff my member back into my pants and fasten my armor.
“I just did,” the female says.
“What? No, follow me. Hm, no, your legs are too short. I will carry you.”
“What — hey, put me down! Hey! Hey!”
“Yes, use your voice,” I commend her as I lift her over my shoulder. My hand rests possessively on her backside as I carry her.
“At least let me fix my shirt! Come on!”
“No. In fact, I think I would enjoy that sight very much.”
I swing her around so that she is straddling my waist, her arms wrapped around my neck, both of my hands on her ass. Her breasts jiggle freely with every step, and I feel a surge of power head down to my quad instantly.
“Yes, this will do nicely,” I say.
“You’re unbelievable,” Eileen says.
“Believe this,” I answer.
I easily lift her up high, lean forward, and flick my tongue against her hard nipple. She shrieks and tries to slap me, but I easily dodge her telegraphed blow.
I’d prefer to suckle on her breasts for the entire length of the journey, but unfortunately, there are too many trees around to make that a viable strategy. I will walk straight into one if I’m not careful.
“The sight of your body pleases me, human,” I say as I lower her down. “As does the taste. This should make you happy.”
“Happy? You? You should make me happy?”
“Yes,” I say slowly. “Am I talking too fast for you? Is my mother tongue too difficult for your human-sized brain?”
“You’re a jerk,” she says.
“The only one here who was jerking anyone was you,” I say.
Her face turns as red as this planet’s central star. “You made me do that.”
“It was your idea,” I say. “I wanted to fuck that sweet-smelling cunt of yours, and fill you with my seed. I am starting to think your ‘it will kill me’ routine was a ploy… but no matter. Now I have something to look forward to.”
My words have an instant effect on the female. Her nipples harden into tiny little pebbles, even more blood rushes to her cheeks, and her body emits pheromones that tell my sensitive nose she is ready to mate.
The words the human speaks and how her body behaves are not in sync. Strange. Why does she lie to herself?
“This place will do,” I say once we’ve arrived at a hill in the middle of clearing. I will have the upper ground, and there is plenty of space to build traps here.
I lower the female down to the ground, and she instantly buttons up her shirt. “I need to wash up,” she says.
“Perhaps later. I must prepare.”
“For what?”
“The battle, of course,” I say. “How many times must I tell you about my plans, human?”
“I was just wondering if you realized that was a dumb idea already.”
I straighten my shoulders as a deep frown takes control over every muscle in my face. I do not like the way the human female speaks to me, so disrespectful, so tauntingly.
“Is it dumb to strive for greatness, human? Is it dumb to defeat the false princes, who have failed our people? Is it dumb to usher in a new golden age?”
“It’s dumb to fight a whole group of Kaizon on your own, yes.”
“That is not what I will do. I am arrogant, maybe, but not stupid.”
“Then what are you up to?”
“You will see, human. You will see.”
First, I erect a shelter for the female using twigs and leaves. The weather on this planet is unstable, and I must offer her protection from the clouds.
“Do not run,” I tell Eileen once the shelter is complete. “I will catch you and hold you down.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says. “Trust me.”
Satisfied with her answer, I get to work on my plan, digging holes and sharpening sticks. I soon work up a sweat and strip off my armor, baring my broad chest to the world. I feel Eileen’s eyes burning on me, and can’t help but grin cockily to myself. She will come around.
“You’re making a trap,” Eileen calls out to me. “Don’t you Kaizon usually fight with honor?”
There she goes again, trying to get under my skin. Luckily, my Kaizon skin is tough and hard. Not soft and warm as hers. Nothing will get under it.
“I will win by any means necessary,” I say with a self-righteous smirk. “I will use their antiquated notions of honor against the princes!”
“Dang it, that just might work,” Eileen says. She does not sound pleased, which irritates me. The human still does not recognize my greatness. “They are kinda set in their ways like that…”
“So you agree?” I ask. “Winning by any means necessary is a valid strategy?”
“Well, um, I don’t agree with you trying to kill my friends, first and foremost. I still think you should just sit down, have a chat, hash out your differences and all that. That said, I’m a fighter as well. I know that you can’t always play by the rules if you want to win.”
Her eyes seem to sparkle as she watches me work, following my muscles like a hawk watching its prey.
“You? A fighter?” I say. “You are not meant for fighting, human. You are breeding material.”
Her face contorts with anger. “You don’t know anything about me, Ibalen!” she yells, her face flushed red — with anger or embarrassment? I’m not sure. “Women are hunted here on Earth. I’ve been called words like that before by human males, and you know what I did? I killed them. I may not have your ridiculous muscles, I might not be able to sniff you out from a mile away, but I’ve got cunning, I’ve got wit, and I’ve had to use every single damn ounce of it, just to survive. Don’t you dare tell me I’m not a fighter.”
Her chest heaves up and down with heavy breaths, her fists balled up tightly. My future mate’s words ring true — she is most definitely a fighter.
“Hm,” I growl. “I approve.”
“What?” she says.
“You are more resourceful than I originally thought,” I admit. “I see your conviction, and that you possess a strength of your own. Very well. You, Eileen, are a fighter.”
She sits down on a rock, still flushed, but now it seems she doesn’t know what to do with all that anger of hers.
“Thank you,” she says.
Yes, you are a fighter, human. That will make winning you over only more of an accomplishment.
Chapter 7
EILEEN
Night has fallen, and to put it frankly, I’m freezing my tits off.
Living that cabin life has made me weak. I used to sleep in the wild, holed up in the dirt and rolled up into a tiny little ball to keep warm — and I even enjoyed it at times.
Now, with the cabins the Kaizon have built for us, I’ve gotten used to a warm bed. This is a rude awakening. The little shelter Ibalen has built for me is cozy in a way, but it does nothing to keep the cold out.
“Your body is not suited for these temperatures,” Ibalen remarks. “Your nipples are stiff.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
“I will help you, human.”
“You can start by untying me,” I say as I struggle against my bonds. He’s wrapped a few strong vines around my wrists to stop me from running off in the middle of the night. Like I can even see where I’m going when it’s pitch black out!
“No,” he says. “That would be unwise. Here, I will use my body heat to warm yours.”
“You will what? Oh!”
Ibalen unclasps his armor, baring that magnificent chest of his again, so broad and filled with alien tattoos, and he pulls me right on top of him. His hands rest possessively on my backside as I feel his hot breath on my skin.
Fighting this gi
ant is useless. I might as well accept the comfort he’s offering. Now that I’ve given myself permission, I allow myself to snuggle up close to him. I rest my cheek on his chest and listen to the rhythmic thumping of his hearts. A soft growl, barely audible, leaves his thick lips.
Maybe.
Maybe I’m getting through to him.
Maybe there’s a spark.
If I really am the one to melt the ice encasing his two hearts, I don’t need a spark, I need a roaring fire! But, it’s a start.
“Do you miss home?” I ask.
“That is irrelevant,” is his gruff answer.
“Irrelevant to what?”
“My mission.”
“Why? How can your feelings be irrelevant? They sound mighty relevant to me.”
“Sleep, human.”
“Not until you talk to me. You asked me a million questions earlier, when you cooked me that deer. I played nice and answered all of your questions, and now I want to know what’s going on in that horned noggin of yours. What are you thinking about right now?”
“The blood of my enemies,” Ibalen answers.
I wrinkle my nose. “No, you’re just saying that to rile me up, because you think I’m just a human who is easily intimidated. And you are mistaken. I’ve spilled the blood of my own enemies more times than I can count. So, tell me what you are really thinking. Or are you too scared?”
I glance up, smirking to myself. Ibalen gazes up into the night’s sky, a few stars visible through the branches high above
“I am thinking… how strange it is here. The world gets so dark.”
“There’s no night on your homeworld?”
He slowly shakes his head. “There are two suns, always revolving. They do get blotted out once every twelve years. We call it donkermoet. It’s a night of celebration and debauchery… or it was. Until the Sickness ruined everything.”
Ibalen sighs deeply.
“I do wonder how different my life would be without the Sickness. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories from the royals.”
“Vaguely, please feel free to tell me more,” I answer. “I want to know your perspective.”