Zar

by Alana Khan

  Chapter Seventeen

  Zar

  I must have completely passed out last night after Shadow helped me to our room. “Our room,” I like the sound of that. I’m part of a pair. I have someone to protect, and someone to have my back.

  I’m spooning Anya’s warm, soft body. She’s changed since she’s a free woman. Other than her concern over me, she seems calmer, less anxious. I could get used to this—lying in bed with my female, being lazy, sleeping late. But my cock tells me the time for sleeping is over. My body feels well rested and ready to go.

  I scoot closer, my aroused cock pressing against the curve of her ass. It seems to have a mind of its own, and my hips begin their own rhythm even as my hand reaches around to play with Anya’s breasts.

  I lick the center of my palm and use the moist friction on her nipple. I’m not sure if she’s even awake, but her body responds, her hips grinding back against me. My fingers pluck at her hardened pink buds, first one and then the other. Anya makes a tiny moan in the back of her throat and presses her ass against me. My balls tighten at her sexual sound.

  “Zar,” she says lazily, still not fully awake.

  I just keep plucking her tight nipples, then rolling them between my fingers. “Ohhh.” A horny moan escapes her lips. I keep fondling, trying to keep control over my desire to turn her over and mount her like a rutting beast.

  “Glad you’re feeling better. What a nice way to wake me up.” She presses her backside against me and lifts one leg up, her knee bent, her foot resting on my thigh. This allows my cock to ride the slit between her legs from behind.

  “Computer,” she commands, “contact the doctor and cancel our appointment.”

  “Yes,” the robotic female voice responds.

  “We have all the time in the world...and a door, Zar. What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is low, breathy. My cock bobs in response.

  I’m not a talker. I’d prefer to show her. I lean my head around her and gently scrape the sharp tip of one fang across her nipple. She sucks in a quick, harsh intake of breath, then falls heavily on her back, giving me full access to all of her.

  “Am I wet?” Her voice is deep and sexy. “Am I wet enough for you?”

  “Let me check.” I slip a finger between her legs and slide into her warm channel. “You’re drenched, little Anya. Maybe I should inspect better.”

  I crouch on my knees between her legs and slowly begin to lick up her thighs from her knees. I learned this move from her. I can tease, too.

  “Oh, your tongue, it’s so...arousing.”

  I lick and nip, first one leg and then the other. When I get near the juncture of her thighs she squirms, jacking her bottom off the bed. So insistent. Two can play her teasing game; I make my way back down toward her knee again.

  “Not fair, Zar. Come up.”

  She grabs under my arms to pull me up toward the vee between her legs.

  “I outweigh you by twice, little Anya. I’ll get there when I’m ready.” Then I move up her sensitive inner thigh, nipping her in that responsive spot on the tender area right beside her patch of hair.

  “Please…”

  “When I’m good and ready.” I blow on her sensitive nub. She practically levitates off the bed.

  After a few moments more of this, I take pity on her and lick her with the raspy flat of my tongue.

  “God,” is all she can say through a moan.

  I begin to lick the tiny tip of her clit. It must be full of nerve endings because she begins to toss her head back and forth against the pillow. Then I press my tongue against the little dip at the side of her responsive button. I’ve discovered it’s her favorite spot. She’s completely lost now, just moaning and thrashing her head. Her hands are tangled in the sheets; her lips are moist and open.

  I know I could push her over the edge right now with just the slightest penetration, but I love prolonging her pleasure. I move away from that spot for a moment. I think there might be such a thing as too much if I stay there. As soon as her body relaxes the slightest bit, I nip at the juncture of her thigh and torso for a moment. Then I return to her favorite spot. If anything, she’s ramped up even more now.

  She’s in such a haze of pleasure I don’t know how she finds the presence of mind to say, “Don’t make me beg, Zar.” And in the next moment, she begs in a breathy voice. “Please.”

  I move on top of her, my weight on my forearms. I wait for her to open her eyes so I can stare into her soul. My cock slides up and down her slit until we’re both drenched in her juices, then I spear into her, filling her up until I’m fully seated.

  Her arms curl around me, pressing my furred body against her slick skin. I match my rhythm to the dance her hips are already engaged in. She begins to moan, and I know she’s almost there. I press harder, swiveling at the end of every thrust. Her inner muscles clamp down on my cock and quiver in what seems like an endless orgasm. With each wave of contractions, her keening moan intensifies. Finally, she screams my name in an ultimate spasm of ecstasy and I join her with my own powerful release.

  We’re both completely surprised by the ear-splitting roar that escapes my mouth. Then another. And another. My head jerks back in surprise; I don’t even know how my body created that sound.

  “Whoa, what was that?” she asks, still descending from her intense peak of pleasure.

  “I’d completely forgotten. Something Pallatin told me so long ago it feels like another lifetime. He told me when you find your life’s truemate you begin to roar. I’d only half believed it, and knew I’d never find my life’s mate anyway, so it was archived in the farthest reaches of my brain.”

  “Truemate, huh?”

  “He said the Ton’arr mate for life. When you find your truemate you never separate, you never want another, you love them with all your heart until you cease to exist.”

  Anya

  I’m not exactly sure what to say. It sounds kind of like marriage, only the forever kind, not the sixty-percent-get-divorced kind.

  I realize we’ve only known each other a short time, but I think I’ve learned everything I need to know about Zar. When you weather a storm together, or in our case, go through a revolution together, you get a pretty damn good grasp of someone’s true character.

  Guys I’d been with in the past could barely be counted on to show up on time for a date, much less be willing to die in a laser fight for me. Yeah, I guess it doesn’t sound like a hardship to be a truemate for life to the world’s sexiest lion-man.

  “Well, if you were asking if I’m okay with that, the answer’s definitely yes.”

  He smiles happily. I do love it when he hits me with one of his rare smiles; I have a feeling I’ll be seeing a lot more of them in the future. He dozes off, his arm around me from behind. We both love to spoon, even on this bigger bed.

  I’m lazily rubbing the fur on Zar’s hip and thigh, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking. Finally, I got to scream in pleasure with the knowledge that we were blessedly alone.

  He got to scream, too—in his own way. Truemate. I did not see that coming. But it doesn’t scare me. Hell, I’ve been through so much lately I don’t think lasting happiness should scare me at all. Not only have I found Zar, but I’ve found myself.

  The woman I was a few short weeks ago was bored and listless and her life was going nowhere. Now I’ve spearheaded a freaking revolution for God’s sake.

  I don’t know where I’ll be in the future. Like, literally don’t know where in the galaxy I’ll be. But I know I’ll be going somewhere. And I know I’ll be with Zar. And there’s really not much more I could ask for.

  The End

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  SHADOW

  Present Day

  Planet Numa

  Chapter One

  Petra

  I thought for a moment if I just shut my eyes and opened them again this shitshow would disappear. I’ve tried three times now to no avail. It’s official. I’m having a really bad day. Actually, I’ve had several in a row.

  I was kidnapped from my bed by aliens who beamed me onto their spacecraft. The ugly, boar-like guys shoved me unceremoniously into a coffin-shaped pod, which filled with rotten-egg-smelling gas and knocked me out.

  I have no idea how long I was lying unconscious, but I woke up about an hour ago. The boar people roughly inserted a translator under the skin behind my right ear. Then they marched me off the ship into this enormous, decrepit building, and threw me into the single cell I’m currently occupying.

  It’s disorienting and terrifying to go from Earth, to a spaceship capable of interstellar travel, to the dank dungeon I inhabit. It’s like transporting from the future to the dark ages in the span of an hour.

  The floor is a jigsaw puzzle of stone; the cells are crudely constructed of metal bars on three sides with a back wall of rock and mortar. The lighting flickers haphazardly; drops of cool water occasionally drip off the dank ceiling onto my hair and face.

  Rubbing my clammy, shaking hands on my thighs, I straighten my shoulders. I have no time for self-pity, sadness, or fear. First things first. I need to focus and get my bearings. I have to figure out why I’m here, who’s in charge and how to get the heck back home to my life on Earth.

  I don’t see any guards, only the inhabitants of the two adjoining cells. I’m still not over the fact that aliens aren’t just a feature on the SYFY network. There are women of two different alien species on either side of me, which blows my mind. The fact that I’m standing here is proof positive UFO’s are real.

  The woman, or should I say female, to my right looks vaguely reptilian with roughly-textured greenish-brown skin and flat, elongated nostrils. She hasn’t stopped crying since my arrival. At least I think she’s crying; her high-pitched whine is piercing my eardrums. Paying attention to my irritation seems far better than tuning in to the terror coiling in the pit of my stomach.

  I figure getting her to talk to me would kill three birds with one stone. I’d hopefully collect some info, keep my mind off the icy horror speeding through my veins, and perhaps she would stop making that horrific noise.

  “Hi, I’m Petra.” After waiting a moment for her to respond, I try again. “Hello, can you understand me?”

  She looks at me, eyes narrowed in distrust, then finally responds, “I’m Zanek.”

  “I just arrived here. Where are we? Who’s in charge? What do they want?” I’m desperate for answers.

  “I...I,” she sputters to a stop. She pulls herself together, squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath. “We’re on planet Numa, I believe. It’s where slavers go to buy and sell their wares. They have houses of pleasure, sex exhibitions, and gladiator fights.” She points with a lift of her chin toward an open doorway.

  I hadn’t paid attention until now, but I can see through the narrow opening into a massive arena. Across the covered stadium are hundreds of crude benches in a stepped fashion rising toward the roof. Aliens of all types, shapes, and colors are excitedly filing toward their seats. I can hear the low buzz of animated discussion.

  “That’s a stadium for fighting right there?”

  She nods.

  “Are they going to fight us against each other?” I can’t control the shrill tone of my voice as a spike of fear races up my spine.

  “I doubt it. I assumed they were holding us here for a slave auction, perhaps tomorrow.”

  Slaves? Hell no! That’s what they dragged me across the universe for? I want to believe this is just a dream, that there aren’t such things as aliens and spaceships. But looking at this dungeon and the reptilian woman less than ten feet away—it’s obviously true.

  Cold tentacles of fear grab at the edges of my thoughts, but I push them away. The fact that I’ve been kidnapped and hauled to another part of the galaxy to be sold as a slave has to be relegated to the back attic of my mind—like so many other things I’ve endured in my life. My goal right now is to figure out how to escape.

  “Slaves? This can’t be true,” I insist even though the facts support it.

  She can’t meet my gaze and resumes her shrill wailing. She manages to spit out, “sex slaves,” then completely loses it. She’s weeping so hard I know she’s incapable of answering any more questions, at least for the moment.

  I’ve noticed the female in the cell to my left has been listening to our conversation. She has a noisy bubbler device attached to her nose and mouth; I assume she can’t breathe the air on this planet without it.

  “Is this true?” I ask, still in denial.

  She nods, then points to the breathing apparatus on her face. She obviously won’t be able to answer any more questions.

  I pace for a moment, trying to get a grasp on the situation. Okay, sex slave on a planet so far from home I had to be put in suspended animation to get here. It’s clear; no one is coming to save me.

  I’m not going to lose my focus. I will get myself out of this. I’ve coped with bad situations before. I’m twenty-eight years old. I can think rationally, I have resources, albeit not many. At least I’m not five years old and living out of doors in war-torn Serbia anymore. Thoughts of my experiences as a little girl, hungry and alone in a war zone, threaten to intrude. I forcefully push them away. I am not a helpless, fearful little girl; I’m going to figure a way out of this.

  It’s hard to see beyond the arched doorway into the stadium. What strikes me more than the dirt floor, risers and seats is the energized air of excited expectancy. How can these people be capable of space travel, yet still so barbaric as to enjoy gladiatorial flights?

  “Petra, concentrate!” I scold myself; I need to plot a way out of here. I’ve got to get home to my friends. My eyebrows pull together in worry about my cat, Motley. I hope my roommate keeps him fed until I get home.

  My attention darts to three people striding down the corridor outside my cell toward the arena. One guy is enormous, like a seven foot Norse god—snow-white hair, piercing blue eyes and built like a linebacker, only bigger.

  The other male is something out of a dystopian nightmare. He big and muscular like the other male, but the resemblance stops there. He’s humanoid with a kind of Borg-like prosthetic left eye that shines red, and a mechanical left arm. He’s wearing only a loincloth.

  I can’t tear my eyes away, but I’m not sure whether it’s from repulsion or fascination. His body is jaw-droppingly well muscled, but it’s also heavily scarred from face to knees. He has an angsty rage I can smell from one hundred yards away. Even a million miles from Earth I can’t get away from that magnetic attraction to the bad boys? There is definitely something wrong with me.

  Almost as an afterthought, I notice there’s a female with them. I glance again to make certain, but I think she’s human.

  They are a few doors down from my cell when I call out, “Are you from Earth? Can you help me?”

  Her head snaps over in my direction; she looks me up and down as her eyes narrow. She seems skeptical.

  “You’re human? Where are you from?” She asks warily.

  “Serbia originally, Philly most of my life.”

  Still s
uspicious she asks, “What’s your football team?” Like knowing this would prove I’m really from Earth.

  “The Eagles. I just woke up here. Can you help me?”

  She and the Norse god are both wearing blue jumpsuits. She looks up at him. He leans his head down to her and they confer. The discussion appears to be progressing into a whisper-fight. I think she’s pleading my case. He doesn’t seem convinced. The bad boy seems utterly disinterested in them or me and is peering impatiently through the archway into the arena.

  “Please!” I try to keep her focused on coming to my aid. “I’ve been kidnapped from Earth and brought here. The female in the next cell told me they’re going to sell me as a sex slave. I’ve done nothing wrong. Can you help me?”