Razar

by Starr Huntress

  One thrust and he was in.

  He stretched me wide, and I moaned eagerly as I felt my inner walls being pushed back to accommodate him. Lacing my legs around his waist, I trapped him in place and forced him to start thrusting. He didn’t seem to mind. Without a moment’s hesitation, he started to piston into me, his powerful hips burying his cock deep inside.

  I started clawing at his shoulder blades like a madwoman, the pleasure I was feeling so much that I didn’t even know what I was doing. One of my hands traveled down his spine, and it only stopped when it met his tail bone. Interestingly enough, his tail bone was exactly the place where his tail emerged from, and I gripped it. The tip started whipping around our moving bodies erratically, then it finally dove toward me.

  I closed my eyes as the smooth skin of his tail brushed against my lips and, still not sure what I was doing, I opened my mouth and let it past my lips. That drove Razar crazy. As I twirled my tongue around the tip of his tail, he started thrusting as furiously as a god, and I loved every second of it.

  Without any warning at all, his tail suddenly slipped from my mouth and coiled itself around my waist. Razar pulled out from me then, and used his tail to roll me to the side. Once I was lying flat on my stomach, he pulled me up so that I was on all fours, and my heart almost exploded as I imagined what was to come. The anticipation inside me was feverish, and I felt on the verge of losing what little control I still had.

  “Don’t hold back,” I found myself saying. “Please, don’t hold back.”

  “I won’t.” His voice was brimming with lust, and the promise carried by his words made my insides clench anxiously. Kneeling behind me, he used his tail to whip me across the backside, and I gritted my teeth as pain shot up my spine. Except, of course, that pain quickly turned into pleasure. Once he whipped me again, the only thing I could feel was the electric crackle of ecstasy underneath my skin.

  Then he smoothly eased himself inside me. I moaned as I felt his thighs pressing against my backside. He remained perfectly still for a couple of heartbeats but, when he finally started to thrust, he didn’t hold back.

  He gave me all that he had, his movements tender and merciless at the same time. I didn’t know how such a thing could be possible, but it didn’t matter. The only thing I cared about was that this was real. After weeks of panic and uncertainty, we were finally free to make all this happen.

  “You’re so damn tight,” he growled, his voice coming at me between the sound of his thighs slapping my flesh. I could also hear him struggling to get air in, but that didn’t surprise me. We were both going all out—I was already thrusting back at him, matching the fury of his movements—and my muscles had already fallen into exhaustion’s deadly grip.

  I had no idea how much time we spent in that position—it could have been minutes, just as well as it could have been hours—but I honestly didn’t care. It seemed as if we were floating on a cloud of eternity, time nothing but a meaningless concept, and I liked it like that.

  Still, the end was inevitable.

  Each thrust added to the rising pressure mounting inside me, and I knew it was only a matter of time until I blew up like a supernova. My muscles had already started to tense, and even my mind seemed to be boiling. I was seconds away from—

  “Fuck,” I cried out, my whole body burning from the inside out as I came. I thrust back against him with all that I had, and that seemed enough to drag him after me, straight into oblivion. His cock pulsed against my inner walls and, just a moment later, he was filling me up with his seed, the warmth of it all seeping throughout my whole body.

  I couldn’t say or do anything.

  I just collapsed on the mattress, breathing so hard that my lungs felt like two balloons that were about to pop. He fell beside me, and I quickly pressed my body against his, my head resting on his chest.

  Outside, the sun had already disappeared, and the sweet darkness of a warm night had settled in. I heard the sound of waves lapping at the shoreline and, through the drawn curtains, I could spot a clear sky, its endless canvas sprinkled with a million stars.

  Everything about that moment was perfect. As for the future, and as long as we remained together…it would be just as perfect.

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  I don't want a mate.

  Nothing but a risk.

  But from the moment I see her, touch her soft skin, breath in her delicious scent, I know the fragile human is mine.

  And anyone who tries to take her from me will pay the price.

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  Zotar Sneak Peek

  Natalie

  Out of the kitchen, and into outer space.

  That’s not the way I thought my life would go, but there I was.

  Leaning back on the plush leather seat, I stared out the small observation window and felt odd that I couldn’t even feel the sub dermal translation chip that they had implanted in me shortly before taking off. Outside, the darkness of space seemed to swallow the shuttle I was in, billions of stars peppering that dark canvas as far as the eye could see. It was terrifying, but it was also beautiful. For the hundredth time that night, I pinched myself in the arm.

  Yup, this is happening, no doubt about it, I thought, still struggling to accept the fact that I wasn’t hallucinating or having a particularly vivid dream. No matter how strange it all seemed, it was real.

  “How are you feeling?” A tall man appeared beside me, his crisp dark suit giving him the generic appearance you’d expect a federal employee to have. “Interstellar travel can be tough on the stomach if it’s your first time.”

  “I’m fine, Agent Starmer,” I said, and then put on a smile on my face. “I’ll get used to it.” I wasn’t entirely sure if I’d ever get used to it, truth be told, but what else could I say? I had come willingly, after all, and it wasn’t like we could make a quick stop for me to stretch my legs. “About that call...do you think I can have it now?”

  He hesitated for a moment, and then fished a small electronic device from his pocket. It looked like a cellphone, but it was entirely made of some kind of transparent material. Pushing it into my hands, he gave me a quick explanation of how it worked. It didn’t sound complicated. I thanked him, and then let out a heavy sigh as I watched him return to his seat.

  “Just remember,” he shouted down the aisle, “don’t reveal anything that you can’t.”

  “Got it,” I muttered, still looking down at the space phone. Apparently, this went against the regulations. Once you were pulled out of your normal life, you weren’t allowed to communicate with anyone back on Earth. The fact that I had come willingly had earned me some leeway, though. “Alright, let’s do this.”

  Biting on the corner of my lip, I typed Alissa’s phone number, and then pressed the phone against my ear. There was static for a couple of seconds, but then her voice came through,
as clear as if she were standing right next to me.

  “What’s up, girl?” She asked. “You’re already running five minutes late. The chéf is going apeshit crazy in here. He has some big names comin’ in tonight and he—”

  “I’m not going to make it today,” I said, and then cleared my throat as I carefully chose my next words. “In fact, I might not return for a while.” I hated doing this to Alissa, but it had to be done. We had been supporting each other as we tried to make it in the world of haute cuisine, and this felt like I was hanging her out to dry. Still, I was sure she was going to understand.

  “What’s going on? Did something happen, Natalie?”

  “I...I met someone, Alissa.”

  “You met someone?” She sounded incredulous, and I didn’t blame her. I wasn’t exactly the kind of girl who had an active dating life, and she knew it. In fact, the only adjective I could use to describe my dating life would be ‘defunct’.

  “It’s not like that,” I hurried to say. “I met a high-roller from Monte Carlo, and he has some connections back there. He liked my cooking, and he asked me to accompany him to Europe. I think I might have found the investor I needed for the restaurant.” All lies, but I couldn’t exactly tell her the truth. If I told her I was now part of an interstellar matchmaking program, she’d just think I had finally lost my marbles. Besides, I was forbidden from doing it.

  “Seriously?” She cried out, and her excitement couldn’t be more evident. “Oh, the chéf is going to lose it. I can’t wait to see the look on his face once he realizes that the best cook in his line-up has just walked out the door.”

  “Listen,” I continue, “I’m sorry it was all so sudden. I really didn’t have the time to—”

  “Oh, stop it,” she cut me short. “We both know that you want to open your own restaurant. You’ve sacrificed a lot for that dream, Natalie. If you have an opportunity, you’d be dumb not to take it.”

  “Thank you, Alissa, it really means a lot to…” I trailed off, the static suddenly becoming so loud that it made me wince. I pulled the phone away from my ear, and frowned as I saw a ‘connection lost’ message appear on its transparent screen. Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose, my mind feeling like an overstuffed suitcase.

  It had happened last night—I had been finishing my shift at the restaurant when two federal agents strolled into the kitchen and flashed me their badges. I had absolutely no idea why two suits from Washington were standing there in my kitchen and, for a moment, I actually thought it was all some kind of elaborate prank.

  As it turned out, it wasn’t a prank.

  They told me that aliens were real and that the human race wasn’t alone in the universe. Yeah, cue the X-files theme. They also told me that Earth had entered into an agreement with the Jorkan, some kind of warrior-like aliens that were protecting Earth from the galaxy’s common enemy, the Rippers.

  Apparently, these Ripper guys unleashed a biological weapon against the Jorkan a couple of years ago, and that made their women become infertile. Now, care to guess the only race in the universe that’s genetically compatible with the Jorkan? Yeah, the good ol’ humans. That’s the main pillar supporting the Jorkan/Earth alliance: the Jorkan defend Earth, and Earth offers them women capable of producing offspring in return. Whenever a woman is genetically matched with one of these Jorkan guys, the protocol kicks in.

  I had never been lucky in my life, and scratch tickets were the bane of my existence, but it seemed like I had hit the jackpot when it came to this intergalactic genetic lottery. I wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing, though. Still, my name had come up on their database, and now I was on my way to some kind of exotic planet where I was supposed to meet my so-called mate.

  It all sounded nasty but, as I had been told, the Jorkan weren’t exactly barbarians. See, I was half-expecting to not have a say in any of this but, as it turned out, I wasn’t stripped of my free will. Thirty days—that was all that was being asked of me.

  I’d have to spend these thirty with my mate and get to know him better but, at the end of it, I would be offered a choice: either return to my normal life and collect $5 million, or stay in a relationship and split the money with him.

  Simple enough, right?

  That sweetened the deal enough for me to come here willingly. All I would have to do was spend thirty days with some alien guy and, at the end of the month, I’d be able to return home with a suitcase full of money, enough for me to start my own restaurant. I had told Alissa a bunch of lies, but at least that much was true: I had found a potential source of money to make my dream come true.

  “Almost there,” I muttered under my breath, eyeing the holographic screen in front of my seat. There, a small icon representing the shuttle navigated through a three-dimensional map, and it showed that we were no more than an hour away from Tarkun IV.

  According to what Starmer had told me, Tarkun IV was a small tropical moon that was lauded as the number one destination in the galaxy. There were tropical beaches, luxurious casinos, and mind-blowing restaurants...and I’d be able to explore all of that. Despite how strange the entire situation was, I couldn’t help but feel excited.

  Lazily, I reached for the small brochure I had been given. It had clearly been designed by someone back on Earth, as all the images had a certain tackiness to them, but what I was really interested in was the list of activities in there. From snorkeling and cooking a gourmet meal, to spear-fishing and mountain climbing, it all seemed to have been based around my personality and Zotar’s.

  The moment I thought of him, I immediately felt my heart tighten up inside my chest. That was my mate: Zotar. A high-ranking officer in the Jorkan military, he was supposed to be some kind of big deal, so much that protocol was actually being skirted because of him. Supposedly, an initial overnight stay in Pluto—these guys have a space station there—was mandatory, but it couldn’t happen with Zotar.

  Why? No idea.

  All I knew was that I was going to meet him in Tarkun IV, not sooner.

  I was still wondering about what kind of man Zotar would be when the klaxons suddenly started blaring through the ship.

  “What the…?”

  I straightened my back and looked around, having no idea what was going on. The dim lights mounted overhead turned red, and the entire shuttle became immersed in an aura of pure terror. All the excitement that I was feeling went down the drain, and it was quickly replaced by a sense of total dread.

  “What’s going on?” I cried out, nervously fastening my seatbelt. Agents Starmer and Krazinski ran down the aisle, struggling not to be jerked around as the shuttle picked up the speed, and their expression had gone as white as snow.

  “The Rippers,” Starmer said. “They’re here.”

  Zotar

  “You’re one lucky bastard, Zotar.”

  “How do you figure that?” I asked, my feet propped up on the console as I chugged down a beer. It wasn’t protocol to allow alcohol inside a military vessel but, then again, I wasn’t exactly a fan of protocol. I was a fan of getting shit done. “The mission was almost done, and now I’m being pulled out for an entire month? Yeah, I wouldn’t call that lucky. I would call it bullshit.”

  “You need to unwind, that’s just a fact,” Commander Ranak said, his face occupying the entire viewscreen. He was donning his grey uniform, which contrasted with his blue skin, but the top buttons on his shirt were undone. In his hand sat a glass of whiskey, something he regularly had shipped in from Earth. Much like me, he didn’t care much for protocol. All he cared about was getting the job done, and that’s why our partnership was such a fruitful one. “Just think of it, Zotar. Thirty days of paid vacation time. What’s there not to like about it?”

  “Do I need to remind you I haven’t taken a single day off in four years now?” I threw back at him, allowing some smugness into my face. I was a high-performer, and I was proud of it. “Vacations aren’t my thing, Commander. I’d rather be shooting down Rippers than
sit on my ass all day.”

  “Orders are orders,” he said, shrugging as he took a sip of his drink. “I like it just as much as you do. Still, you know how this goes. It’s important for the Jorkan to ensure the continued survival of our species and…”

  I stopped listening after the first sentence.

  Every Jorkan had heard that story at least a thousand times before. Now that our women had become sterile, all courtesy of the Rippers, the only way for us not to go extinct was to mate with genetically compatible human females. I understood the importance of it, as every Jorkan did, but I never really expected I’d have a match. I mean, the odds for something like that were ridiculously low.

  “Just have some fun, Zotar,” Ranak insisted. “It’s only a month, not a life sentence. Unless you decide to pair up with that woman.” I noticed an anxious edge to his voice as he mentioned ‘that woman’, and it didn’t take a genius to know what that was about. I was Ranak’s most valuable asset and he was terrified of losing me.

  “You don’t have to worry,” I said, finishing the rest of my beer with a single gulp. “Once those thirty days are up, I’ll be back at it.” From the corner of my eye, I saw a light turn blue on the control panel, indicating that I was now five minutes away from Tarkun IV’s spaceport. “Alright, I’m gonna have to get ready for docking.”

  “Just be sure not to enjoy docking with that human too much,” Ranak said, a cockeyed smile on his face. With that, he shut the comms link off, and his image vanished from the viewscreen. As I thought of his joke, I didn’t know whether I should frown or smile.

  I hadn’t met a single human female and, although I knew they were beautiful creatures, I wasn’t exactly sure if the one I had been matched with would appreciate the situation. After all, I wasn’t happy about it either, and I knew about the protocol beforehand. Most humans were kept in the dark when it came to the galaxy at large, so this whole thing had probably been a shock to her.