by Luna Hunter
I don’t blame Makayla though. I hope she hasn’t suffered in her past, and I will make damn sure she’ll never suffer another day in her life again. She is mine, and she will always be mine. No matter what.
“Surely you don’t subscribe to that logic,” she says.
I shrug. “Part of it is true. All close to you will die. That’s a fact of life. A lesson I learned from right from the start, as my mother passed away giving birth to me. A fact my dear father has never forgiven me for.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“For what? It is not your fault, my nera. It is in the past, and nothing can be done.”
I turn my attention back to Jip. His vitals are stabilizing, but I’m not ready to celebrate quite yet. He’s lost a lot of blood, and I’m not sure if the ship’s med-bay can synthesize enough for him to make a full recovery. I run my hand across his furry snout, my thumb touching his cold, wet nose.
“I don’t agree with the second part though, about choosing duty over love,” I continue. “Duty without love is meaningless. That is why Jip is still with me — I was tasked with ascending Mount Cernd, the highest peak on all of Kysus. I’m not sure if Father wanted me to die, or if he wanted me to bring him glory. I’m sure either would have suited him just fine. I refused.”
Makayla wraps the cloak tighter around her frame, as she hangs on my every word. I’ve never shared any of these private thoughts with anyone, except Jip, and he can’t speak. Unburdening myself feels very freeing. Despite the anguish that I am in, the fear I have for Jip’s life, I’m also relieved to have Makayla by my side.
If I had to go through this alone, I’m sure I would have lost it. I would have let my battle rage consume me, and I would have razed this planet. She is my anchor, the one thing keeping me sane in these trying times.
“How did your father react?” she asks softly.
I want nothing more than to deflect the question, to ignore her, or to grab her by her shoulders and plant a deep kiss right on those plump lips of hers and shut her right up, but she asked me a question, and she deserves an answer, no matter how painful the truth might be.
Fuck it.
I’ll take the plunge.
I’ll show her my soul, every damaged part of it, every cut and scrape and charred inch of it.
If she’s truly my nera, she will accept me, and there’s no doubt in my mind that she is. I feel the bond grow stronger with every passing second, so much so that I sense that just being near her soothes my soul.
I take a deep breath and search for the right words. How do you fit a lifetime of pain into a single sentence?
“Father lost it. He berated me for hours. Told me I was a disgrace on his House. The biggest disappointment of his life. I remember that scene vividly, how he looked at me, filled with disgust, his bushy brows furrowed. Then he said I should have done him a favor and died in the womb.”
Makayla is reduced to tears. She opens her arms and beckons for me, and for the first time in my life, I give myself permission to be vulnerable. I kneel in front of her and rest my head upon her naked bosom, my horns nestling against her soft breast as my arms find their way under her cloak to rest on her warm skin.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, kissing me on my forehead. “No one should be told that, especially not by their own father.”
I close my eyes and just savor the moment. Her heart beats calms me and washes away the pain, healing the fractures in my soul.
I look up and gaze into her brown, tear-filled eyes.
“You are a good man, Kerax,” she says, her hands resting on the back of my neck as she stares back at me. There’s nothing but compassion and tenderness on her perfect face. From her plump lips to her cheeks to that cute nose of hers, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight. “You know that, right?”
I kiss her.
I press my lips against hers, one hand on her lower back, pulling her body close to mine, the other one moving to her neck, grabbing her tightly.
And I’m never letting go.
She kisses me back passionately, our tongues intertwining, our bodies pressed together, and the connection between us is so strong, so electric that it feels like the we’re in the center of a thunderstorm.
I only stop kissing her when she pulls back and gasps for air.
“You do not have four lungs?” I ask. “I was just getting started.”
“You have a lot of things I don’t have,” she chuckles.
I glance down at her perfect, brown body. There are blood red-hand prints all over her, courtesy of me and the blood of my enemies. I have much to learn about human customs, but based on their reactions to blood, I do not think it is considered an aphrodisiac.
“We should wash up,” I say, as I lift her up by placing my hands right on that round, shapely, perfect ass of hers that I can’t wait to sink my cock into. I check on Jip one final time, but he’s sleeping peacefully, sedatives keeping him under as the ship’s computer does its best to expedite the healing process.
Assured of my warhound’s health, I carry Makayla to my personal quarters.
“Ready to be mated, my nera?”
She throws her head back and laughs, the warm sound echoing down the many corridors. I love the sound of it — it’s one I want to hear for the rest of my life. “You’re really going to make me ask for it, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
Chapter 9
Makayla
Having Kerax’s strong arms lifting me up feels good.
I don’t feel guilty about that anymore. If liking being carried around by an eight foot tall, naked, horny alien warrior is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.
It’s clear now that he grew up with some messed up family dynamics. Unfortunately, I know exactly what that’s like. I have my own demons I’m wrestling, dark truths that I’ve hidden away all my life, that I’ve never even shared with Dev or Zoey or even Jade. I didn’t want to burden them with my pain.
With Kerax it’s different. He’s just as scarred as I am, and in a way, that’s comforting. If I can heal his wounds, then perhaps he can heal mine...
He certainly knows how to make me feel good. His mouth is on my chest, alternating between both my nipples, wandering though his ship on memory alone as his fingers sink deeply into my naked behind. I have my hands on his horn, guiding his head, while I have to laugh and moan at the same time.
The Kaizon walks straight through his personal quarters, the dark satin bed sheets catching my attention, towards the bathroom. It’s spacious, as are all the rooms on this ship, built by the Kaizon for the Kaizon after all, with sleek black tiles covering every surface.
Kerax steps into the shower while carrying me, and his hand moves towards the knobs. A second later wonderful warm water rains down on the both of us. I close my eyes and savor the moment, the feeling of the warm water on my naked skin, of Kerax’s hands on mine, my legs wrapped around his waist, his tongue on my hard, sensitive nipples.
I’m cleansed. Not just my body, which is finally freed from all the blood and dirt and sweat, but my soul as well. I’ve been fighting it all this time, this connection we have, and now I just feel foolish.
It’s like fighting a tornado.
That’s what Kerax is — a tornado that swept me off my feet, and planted me in an entirely new world, one where I have a mate, a soulmate.
He kisses my breasts, before moving down to my tummy. His hands raise my butt, and seconds later I find myself floating high up in the air as his mouth ends up between my legs once more.
With any other man I would have been terrified in this position, perched up eight feet in the air on nothing but his two palms, but Kerax is no ordinary man. He’s amazing in every single way.
Speaking of amazing: He inhales deeply, and belts a satisfied sigh.
“Your scent,” he growls, “is heavenly.”
Instead of being embarrassed (okay, I’m still a little bit embarrassed, I admit) I hold onto h
is horns and gently push his head down.
“If you think that’s good, just wait till you remember the taste.”
“Ah, yes!”
He pulls me close, practically smothering himself with my sex. His tongue dives in, and all I can do is hold onto his horns and ride this alien warrior to a blissful, earth-shattering orgasm, the kind that makes your toes curl and your heart flutter.
Once I’ve finished screaming his name in ecstasy he lowers me down, resting my back against the tiled wall as he places the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Ready now?” he asks, his voice a low growl.
“Yes,” I say, without a moment’s hesitation. I don’t want this moment to slip away again — I want to savor every second of it. I want to live in it, for all eternity. For this moment is pure perfection.
I love the way the water drips down his massive frame, accentuating every single muscle. I adore the how he looks at me; smoldering, possessive, loving.
My body still tingles with post-orgasmic bliss, but I know the real pleasure is yet to come.
With one powerful thrust of his hips he enters me, spreading me right open, the head of his cock sliding in easily despite the size and thickness. It seems our bodies are in sync as well, destined to be together.
Our tongues intertwine as he fucks me, slamming his hips into mine, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the room. I can feel every ridge, every bump, every inch of his cock perfectly. I’ve never felt this full or complete, this downright amazing before.
I forget about everything.
All that exists in the universe is Kerax, and the massive cock he’s impaling me on.
“Are you my nera?” he growls,
“Yes, I’m your nera, I’m your everything,” I pant between thrusts. “I’m your soulmate, I’m whatever you need me to be! Just keep fucking me!”
His fangs brush against my bottom lip, his forked tongue entering my mouth as I surrender myself to him, body and soul.
“You love my Kaizon cock, don’t you?” he asks, cocky as can be.
He’s earned every right to be arrogant, as far as I’m concerned. He’s got an amazing tongue, a downright awesome cock, and he knows how to use both. I’m lost in sea of pleasure, and all I want is to never stop bouncing on his member ever again.
“Yes, I fucking love your Kaizon cock,” I say lewdly.
He places his forehead against mine, his smoldering eyes piercing my soul as he thrusts into me hard, leaving me trembling with every thrust.
“This cock is yours now,” he says, “Whenever you want it, its yours. But there’s a catch: Your cunt is now mine, human. Whenever I want it, I’m going to claim your cunt, again and again, until you’re pregnant — and even then your cunt still belongs to me.”
“Yes!” I scream. Every word that leaves his lips just ignites my body further. The thought of being owned, of being totally dominated by this giant of a man, turns me on like crazy. More than I ever thought it would.
I’m done with feeling guilty for it, as well — I revel in it, I let it consume me whole. “Yes, Kerax, I am yours, I am forever yours!” I plead.
With a heavy roar he sinks his fangs into my shoulder, his cock exploding deep inside of me simultaneously. I’m lost in the throes of my own orgasm, quivering and shaking, as his four balls pump me full of his Kaizon seed.
The feeling of his cum flooding me is indescribable, it’s the best thing I ever felt. My eyes roll back as my synapses fire so much that the whole world seems to take on a pink glow.
“Makayla? Makayla?!” he growls. The fear in his voice doesn’t reach me. I’m lost in sea of pleasure, adrift, and at peace, as the world slips into darkness…
Chapter 10
Kerax
“Makayla!”
I breath a sigh of relief as her eyes flutter and focus on me. I’m holding her hand tightly, my thumb rubbing circles on the back of it. I haven’t let her go for one second since I laid her down on my bed.
“You scared me, little bird,” I say. “I couldn’t stand to lose you too.”
“What happened?” she yawns, looking slightly dazed. “What’s going on?”
“You had a reaction to my seed — it sent you into a pleasure induced shock.”
“You’re kidding me.”
I push my shoulders back, agitated that she is taking this so lightly. “I do not kid!” I growl. “You could have perished!”
“Wow,” she says, scratching her hair. “I didn’t think you were actually going to fuck me to death, but it seems we got pretty close, huh?”
I cock my head, nostrils flaring.
“Sorry, that’s human humor. Or a poor attempt at it, I suppose. That’s what I get for hanging out with Dev so much. I’m feeling much better now though!”
She tries to sit up but I push her down. “No! You must stay and rest. I insist.”
I’m pleased to see that Makayla lets herself sink into my soft sheets. “Well, if you insist, I guess I can stay here a little while longer… if you join me under the covers?”
Before she’s finished her sentence I am under there with her, pulling her soft, supple body against mine. She snuggles up to me, resting her head on my chest, her warm breath tickling my skin, as her legs intertwine with mine.
Instantly my body reacts, blood rushing down to my cock, my quad already primed for more action. Filling her unprotected cunt with my seed was the best damn moment of my life — but seeing her eyes glaze over sent me into a frenzy. I’m extremely grateful she came out unscathed. While she was unconscious I ran diagnostics and it seems my seed is so potent and pleasurable for human females that it can send their bodies into shock.
Theoretically the effects should diminish by exposure. So I should limit how much cum I pump inside my nera, until her body has acclimatized.
I’ve never faced a more daunting task.
Already my primal instincts are urging for me to claim her again, and again, and again, to forget about everything and fuck the rest of the day away.
But I cannot. It might literally kill the woman I love most in the world. To make it even harder, she is tracing her fingers across my abs, sliding lower and lower and lower. This female knows exactly what she is doing.
“You must be careful,” I say.
“Or else?”
I lift her chin up so she can look at me. “Or else I will breed you again, my nera.”
“But what if that is exactly what I want?”
I lean down and give her a quick kiss, my claw finding its way to her round, supple ass. “Then you are playing a dangerous game.”
“You can’t just fuck me like that once. I mean, I don’t want to feed your ego too much because there might not be enough room left in this bed for me, but I mean, holy cow. Holy cow. That was something else!”
Although I’m very aware of my prowess, I do not mind hearing the confirmation one bit. “It was all because of you. You awaken a desire in me, a primal urge, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before, my nera.”
“Primal urge, huh? Yes, that’s a good way to describe it. It’s like I need…” her hand slides down and grabs the base of my erection. I utter a low growl. “…this! I can’t explain it any other way. Even just holding it feels so right, you know? Oh man, if the girls could see my now, they’d never stop poking fun at me. I feel so embarrassed just saying it. Or ashamed.”
“Why?” I ask, as she slowly trails her fingers down my length. “There is nothing more natural, more beautiful, than the act of mating. In Kaizon culture, it is considered art.”
“Really? So do you do ‘it’ in a museum?”
“What’s a ‘museum’?” I ask.
“You don’t have a word for that? It’s a place where you show off art and stuff. Paintings, or other valuable artifacts. I mean, not there’s any left on Earth anymore, but we used to have a bunch of them. People would visit them to wonder at the art pieces, to learn about their history, to gather inspiration. Or so I’ve rea
d. I’ve always dreamed of visiting places like the Louvre, or the British Museum. Now they’re just empty ruins, if the ruins are there at all. Not that I can cross the ocean anyway, even if they were still open and in service.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Art is something you do, my nera. It’s not something you look at in a room! Fighting is art. Fucking is art. There’s beauty in both.”
Makayla smirks at me. “I would have disagreed with you vehemently in the past, but after today, I’ve got to admit you’ve got a point.”
“So human mating is not held in such high regard then?” I ask, intrigued. If not, then human culture is more barbaric than I imagined. There is no greater pleasure, no greater beauty than seeing a woman in the throes of orgasm, to taste her on your lips as she writhes in pleasure.
“Uh, not exactly,” Makayla answers. “Maybe in the past? I don’t know. I’ve read just about any book I could find, but the mentions of sex are extremely rare. So I’m not sure if the people in the past just weren’t having any, or if they considered it taboo, but they sure as heck didn’t write about it and then store said books in the library.”
“And what about the present?”
My nera laughs, but there is only pain and anger in her voice. “Now? Oh no, far from it. Now woman are property. Now women are objects to be used. I don’t think any human male alive now knows females can even orgasm. I’m sure the clitoris is as alien to them as you are.”
Her voice is filled with bitter hatred, and I want nothing more than to take it all away. She was loving and supportive of me earlier; now it’s my turn.
“Do you speak from experience?” I ask gently.
She averts her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it, Kerax. I was trying to get you in the mood again, I don’t want to talk about my demons.”
“First of all I am always in the mood.” I slap her ass for good measure, which gets a smile from her. “And second, we can take on your demons together.”