by Luna Hunter
There’s no way to win now, though. No way my mind can help me. This alien wants my body. He wants to breed me. Put a little Kaizon baby inside of me with that monster cock of his. There’s absolutely nothing I can do to stop him.
And, to my own astonishment, I want it too. I’ve seen how happy Ka’de has made Jade and Vuka, how her cheeks glow, how she simply radiates joy.
I never thought a baby was in the stars for me, but perhaps it is. Perhaps I deserve the happiness of a family as well…
Kerax takes a step forward. The ground thuds, his colossal body towering over me, and I’m jolted back into reality.
This warrior doesn’t want a family.
He doesn’t want a wife.
He wants to breed me.
He wants to own me.
And that I can’t allow.
“Get back!” I scream, surprising myself with my own ferocity.
To my surprise, he stops dead in his tracks.
“You defy me. Continuously. You… resist, human. Yet, your cunt is wet.”
“My what?!” I say, my cheeks growing as red as the sun. “That’s not true!”
“Lie.”
He snaps his fingers and all of a sudden hatches open in the padded walls, chains shooting out and flinging themselves around my ankles and wrists. I’m yanked off my feet and left floating in the air, helpless as can be. I pull on the chains with all my strength, but nothing happens. I sense there’s enough power in these things to quarter me if they malfunction, and so I hold still, my body shaking with fear.
“Calm, nera,” Kerax growls, placing his hand on my stomach. “You are safe.”
With his sharp claw, he patiently cuts away all of the threads holding the torn remains of clothing in place. They fall down to the floor, one by one, until I’m completely and totally naked. I’m left completely at his mercy.
“How can I be calm?!” I chatter. “And what the hell’s a nera?!”
“You can be calm, for this is… what you… desire.”
His grasp of my human language seems to be getting and better with time. At first he was just grunting one-syllable words, but now the words are flowing. However, I think I preferred it when he could barely speak, because all that comes out those hunky lips of his are vulgarities.
“Your cunt is wet,” he says as coolly like he’s stating that the sky is blue. He dips his claw between my legs, his fingers dragging across my wet folds. True to his word, I’m sopping wet.
He pulls back and shows me the wetness glistening on his fingertips.
“That means nothing,” I lie.
“That means everything,” he growls, his voice low and filled with agitation. “It means you are ready to be mounted, ready to be filled, ready to be bred.” He grabs the base of his heavy cock and gently tugs himself, spreading the pre-cum on the shiny head in a mesmerizing fashion. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t fill your cunt with my cum it so desperately craves, nera.”
My eyes are transfixed on his cock.
Damn it, look away woman! For the love of all that is sacred, that giant monster will obliterate you! Just look at the size, the width, the ridges! I know you’re curious, but you’ve got come up with a reason why he can’t stick that spear inside of you, and it better be good, because he’s ready to go. He’s throbbing, he’s pulsing, he’s hungry. No, doing it ‘for science’ is not a good enough reason to let him sink that cock inside of you. If you’re going to let him stick you with the pointy end, as it were, then you better be damn sure he’s the one. Because if he’s not careful, he could pound you to death. Remember how fast he was running? Imagine all of that power in those dark and stormy thighs, just hammering into you, again and again… wait, this was supposed to be a warning, not an enticing image to look forward to! Damn it woman, snap out of it!
“I’m waiting,” Kerax growls, his finger moving up my belly, towards my hard, pointy nipples. He grabs a handful, his sharp claws sinking into my skin, soliciting an unwanted moan from my lips. I search for the right words, anything to stop myself from handing my body to him on a silver platter.
“You didn’t tell me what nera means yet,” I blabber, my voice shaking. It takes every last ounce of my willpower to get those words out, and when they’ve come, I can’t help but scrunch my nose.
That’s the best I could come up with?! That’s all my brain manages to muster when I call upon it in this time of need?!
I resign myself to my fate. This brute, this beast of a man is going to spear me on that gigantic cock of his, and most likely fuck me to death. Ah well. I’ve had a good run. At least I’ll go out with a bang.
To my surprise, Kerax freezes in his place, his hand stopping mid-grope.
“Nera,” he says, uttering the word slowly. His voice is like an aphrodisiac to me, it’s smooth, deep, strong, powerful, it’s all a voice should be. Every word that leaves that vulgar mouth of his makes my spine arch a little, despite my mental objections. It’s like this damn body has gotten a mind of its own all of sudden, like being in this small room has heightened all of my senses ten times over.
“You are my nera,” he says. “It means… what is the human word… fate? You are my chosen one, female.”
“What?!” I say. “Chosen one? What are you saying? That I’m your soulmate?!”
He pauses and looks up, deep in thought, his horns casting wide shadows on the padded walls. “Yes. Soulmate would be the proper translation.”
“There’s no chance in hell I’m your soulmate,” I say, surprised at my own fierceness. “That’s just not true.”
Kerax frowns, a look of sudden anger taking hold of his chiseled face. My heart leaps into my throat at the mere sight of him, but I stay strong.
“You would defy our bond? You would resist it?!”
“We don’t have a bond,” I say back. “Look at me. You’ve got me tied up, naked, spreadeagled. Is that what a soulmate would do?”
“What do you know of nera’s, human,” he growls. With one snap of his fingers the chains whir and move, and I’m flipped over, my face down, my naked bum raised up high in the air. The next moment the palm of his strong hand lands right on said naked, exposed bum, the loud smack ringing in my ears. Blood rushes to the sight of impact, my cheeks burning hotter than ever.
“Ow!” I cry. “Stop that!”
“You are insolent,” he says.
“And you’re an asshole,” I grit through my teeth. The more physical he gets with me, the more I find the power to fight back.
Another smack makes my entire body jiggle. I’m left swaying on my chains, like a twig being toyed with by the wind.
“I will punish you until you submit, human.”
He spanks my ass again, the sharp pain mixing with pleasure. My breathing gets heavier and heavier, as endorphins flood my veins. It doesn’t feel like I’m being punished.
It feels like I’m being rewarded.
“Do your worst,” I say. “I can take it.”
Without warning his hand slides between my legs, two large fingers probing my wetness. They slide in easily, despite his size, more evidence that this is exactly what my body craves.
“I know you can,” he says, sounding so cocky and smug that I don’t know if I want to smack him or kiss him.
As he touches me, his fingers reaching places I didn’t know existed, my eyes roll back with untold pleasure. I have to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning, because that would mean complete and total surrender to this alien brute.
How does Kerax know exactly where to touch me? How can the Kaizon play me like this, how can he have me writhing with pleasure with the flick of his wrist?
“Admit it,” he growls, the wet sounds of his fingers probing me making the blood rush to my cheeks. “You want me.”
“Not… true…” I grunt. I have to force the words out, fighting every instinct inside of me that’s begging for release.
“Your body tell a different story.”
He pulls h
is hand back, and he’s right — my hips buck involuntarily, eager, no, desperate for his touch. A whining sound leaves my lips, like a puppy whose favorite toy has been taken away.
He snaps his fingers. I’m flipped over, so that I’m lying on my back, able to see him once again. Kerax’s eyes are glowing with lust, a look of pure amusement on his gorgeous face.
Damn it. It was easier to resist him when I didn’t have to look at him, and his chiseled abs, his towering frame, his cocky smirk, his fierce, proud, throbbing erection.
“You resist still,” he says, his hand moving idly across my naked body.
Every touch makes my heart race. It feels like being kissed by the sun, as warmth spread out from his fingertips to every fiber of my being.
“You deny our bond, even when the truth is staring you in the face.”
Right now, the only thing I see staring me in the face is that thick monster he’s got dangling between those powerful thighs of his!
“You are nothing if not stubborn, Makayla.”
I can’t help but love the way my name rolls of his forked tongue. I’m doing my hardest to resist him, but it won’t last. My resolve is crumbling away. Every time he touches me it’s like a wave of seawater crashing onto the banks of a sandcastle. It can hold out, but every single time a bit slips away, the sea taking and taking, until the defenses crumble and fall and the sea takes all that belongs to it.
Just like I belong to him.
Perhaps all of his nera talk, his blabbering about soulmates, is actually true. Because my body feels like it’s on fire, and denying him feels like denying my life’s true purpose.
If only he weren’t my enemy.
I wish I’d never mentioned Vuka. I wish he never told me he wanted to take his crown. Because if I had no idea about any of that, I could surrender myself to him willingly. I could stop fighting every instinct in my body and just let him take me right here and now.
Instead, I have to fight him. For Jade. For Vuka. And most of all, for Ka’de.
That little baby boy deserves to grow up with a happy family. I want him to grow up without fear, without worry, without pain. I want to give him the childhood that none of us ever had.
We never chose the world we were born in. Life dealt me a bad hand, but I made the best of it, with the help of my friends. Now it’s up to me to stop this Kerax, this brutish warrior from stealing that perfect childhood away from Ka’de.
However, I’m not quite in a position to stop him from doing anything.
In fact, he’s placing his firm hands on my naked bottom and lifting me up, bringing my sex closer and closer to his lips.
“What are you doing?!” I gasp as he takes a deep whiff, his face right between my legs.
“I love the smell of your cunt,” he says coolly. “You might be strong enough to resist this bond, but I am not.”
I’m too flabbergasted to even respond. After a moment of stunned silence, I find my voice again. “Y-you can’t say that,” is all that I manage to muster.
He frowns at me, looking damn good while doing it. “Why? It is the truth. The strong fragrance of your cunt is pleasing to me.” He licks his lips, showing me his forked tongue and sharp fangs. “Now I am curious as to your taste.”
Without giving me another second to brace myself he dives headfirst between my legs. His horns press against my naked thighs as his forked tongue licks up my wet folds before entering me deeply. My back arches, my heart races, my body exploding with pure, unbridled pleasure.
This is not just a wave sweeping me off my feet. It’s a tsunami. It’s a hurricane, coming through and blowing me away.
All of my thoughts, my fears, my doubts — they fade away into the distance until they are nonexistent. All that’s left in this world is my pulsing, throbbing clit, and this alien between my legs whose expert tongue is flicking it, whose fingers are exploring my body, who is taking me and there’s not a damn thing anybody can do it.
“Oh fuck,” I say as he kisses my sensitive nub. “Yes, right there!”
His forked tongue enters me, making me quiver and shake, before moving back to my thumping clit. All of my pent up lust and frustration seems to be located right there, in that little nub, and every time Kerax stokes it with his tongue a little bit is relieved, every touch bringing me closer and closer to nirvana.
“I love the taste of your cunt,” he growls between kisses. “You are delicious. I could eat you all day.”
“Please do,” I pant.
All of my bravado, my defiant posturing is now out the window. He’s playing me like a fiddle, and I’m enjoying every single second of it.
My orgasm builds, like storm clouds gathering. There’s nothing I can (or want) to do than to surrender myself fully, in a way that I’ve never truly done before.
“Oh yes KERAX!”
I scream his name as I come — the first orgasm ever given to be by anyone but myself. My entire body trembles, shakes and quivers like an earthquake that’s off the freaking scale, pure pleasure flowing through my veins, reaching every last fiber of my being, until I’m floating on the clouds without a single care in the world.
“See,” the dark, mysterious stranger between my legs growls. “This is what your body is made for.”
Yes.
I have no other option than to agree with the alien warlord with the skilled tongue and the firm touch.
He’s absolutely right. My body was made for this. I can see that now. All that he said about neras, about soulmates, it must be true. All of it. There’s no way around it. Only a soulmate could make me feel this good, could make me experience pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Only a soulmate could make me feel so safe, so wanted, so protected.
But what about…
That niggling thought is pushed away as he lowers me down and places the head of his alien cock at my entrance. It’s shimmering with pre-cum, looking like the world’s tastiest snack. Kerax towers over me like a thunderous storm cloud of biblical proportions, dark gray and menacing, all powerful, all encompassing.
“Ready?” He growls.
Kerax wants me to submit. To finally give in to him. And the word yes is on my lips. I take a deep breath and gaze upon his perfect body, coated in sweat. This is it, the moment where everything changes, where I became truly his.
This man is my enemy, and I want him. What does that say about me? If the girls ever find out, I’m sure they’ll be disappointed. And yet, with every beat of my heart, my resolve fades away, bit by bit, until my body stars moving of its own accord. My hips are bucking, my back is arching, my toes curling.
I want him.
When he’s got his rough, strong hands on me, it makes me feel safe. Which is a paradox, because he’s strong enough to snap me in half, but it’s the truth.
Maybe he’s my nera, maybe my post-orgasmic bliss is clouding my judgment, but in this moment, there’s nothing I want more than to feel that alien cock inside of me. I crave his rough touch, his firm grip, his hard cock.
Damn the consequences.
“Y—”
My moment of submission is halted by the rattle of gunfire in the distance, followed immediately by a high-pitched yelp. Kerax’s eyes grow wide.
“Jip!” he says.
And just like that, my mate sprints out of the room.
Chapter 6
Kerax
The high-pitched cry of my warhound leaves me reeling. I’ve known Jip my entire life, and I’ve never heard him yelp in pain like that. My heart is pounding as I race down the many corridors, cursing whoever designed this maze-like vessel.
There are very few things in this world that could make me stop mating with my nera mid-thrust. Makayla was begging for it. Just as I knew she would. The word yes take me were hanging on her plump lips. She was ripe for the taking; all I had to do was move my hips and let my cock split her right open.
But Jip is in danger.
And that means I’m dropping everything. Even breed
ing my nera.
My brothers think that it’s strange for me to be so attached to him. They say he’s just a dog, a tool, a beast of war.
They’re not wrong about one thing: He’s a beast of war alright. His sharp fangs can cut through titanium, he’s faster than any Kaizon off the mark, and he’ll chase someone to the end of the world if I give the order.
But to me, he is so much more than a mere warhound. He’s my friend. My best friend. He’s the only who has always stood by my side, no matter what. When I look at his big eyes, I still see that little puppy he once was. I see support, I see love. Unconditional love. I see all the things that I never had.
If anything happened to him, if those weak males have found a way to hurt my baby, then I swear by my horns that I will rain down hellfire upon this planet.
I will burn down every single tree if I have to. I’ll reduce this planet to ash, all in the name of revenge. No one hurts my Jip and lives.
In the distance, I hear my nera calling for me. In my haste to save Jip, I have left her chained up! I snap my fingers to release her, just as I exit the vessel.
What I see makes my blood run cold.
A dozen humans have surrounded my ship. They’re thin and malnourished, with bushy beards ands straggly hair. Their clothes are little more than rags, with the noticeable exception of a red skull emblazoned on their chests. Normally they would not pose a threat — except that they are carrying guns. Guns that they have used to injure my hound.
Jip is lying on the ground, panting heavily, blood pouring out his side. He picks up his head to look at me, and the wounded, dazed look in his eyes breaks my heart.
This should not be possible. Jip is as quick as lightning — they should not have been able to get the drop on him — but the disoriented look in his eyes makes my stomach turn.
They drugged him, or a local plant has robbed him of his speed.
Either way, it’s my fault. My hound is injured, my hound is dying, and I wasn’t there to protect him. I had my eyes set on my prize, on my nera, and forgot all about the world.