Taken by the Alien Warrior: Scifi Romance

by Linda Mathers

  "An asteroid?" Grace asked.

  "No," Bavo answered. "I don't think we're that lucky." He jumped out of his chair, racing towards the small airlock in the rear of the ship. "Come on," he yelled.

  "Where are we going?" Grace asked, following him.

  "We're going out, Grace," Bavo told her, taking their helmets off the shelf. "I think we have company out there." He handed her a helmet and removed one of the deep space suits from the hooks on the wall. "And I think it's the bad kind of company."

  Grace took the suit he handed her, putting it on in rote mimicry of Bavo putting on his. She had no desire to put it on, no desire to step into open space, but the sense of urgency in his movements left her following his lead instinctively. "You don't need me out there," she said, zipping the suit up over her round hips. "You need a solider, a fighter. I'm just going to get in the way."

  "No," Bavo said, adjusting the straps on the waist of his suit. "I do need you." He stepped to her, touched her arm. "There's only two of us, and we have no idea how many of them. They came to kill me and take you back, there are no other options. The only way out of this is if we do it together."

  He leaned close to her and Grace felt her heart stutter. Oh my... he smells so good, like sweat and action. Grace wasn't sure what to do as he came even closer, his lips landing lightly on her forehead in a kiss both hard and soft. She shifted her feet, her body flushed, her nipples grew firm. Oh...

  "I know you're scared, that you're not used to this," Bavo leaned back so he could meet her eyes. "But we can do this. It's only going to take them a couple more minutes to break through this hull. Once they do that, our chances are pretty limited. Be captured or die. But if we can get them off, surprise them and shoot them the hell out of here before backup comes, then we can get into that Array and hide out until our people come to take us out of here."

  Grace licked her lips, wanting so badly to taste his, her body still responding to the feel of him so near. "Okay," she said. "I can help." She took a deep breath, finding strength in hormone-charged adrenaline rush. "I can do this."

  "Good," he said, fastening his helmet over his head. "It's time."

  When Bavo opened the side emergency hatch, he removed a long machete-like knife from its scabbard around his waist. He knew they only had a few minutes to stop Daban's men from breaking through the ship hull. As they breached the curve of the ship's exterior, coming up behind the three assailants, he could see his assumptions were right. "They're almost through," he whispered into the com-link. "You ready?"

  Behind him, Grace shifted the weight of the two harpoon rifles in her hand. Everything looked and sounded fuzzy in the helmet, but she was determined to remain undeterred.

  "Ready," she replied.

  "When I ask for the next gun, just sent it to me, right? It will float straight to me if you give it a hard push."

  "Okay," she answered, stretching her neck, getting into the zone. Grace saw Bavo give her two thumbs up. She smiled and returned one. Without another word, Bavo sprung into action.

  By the time Grace stepped forward enough to see over the curve of the ship, the first enemy was already taken out. Bavo had surprised him as his attention was focused on the cutting torch. With a kick to the helmet and a firm grab of the shoulders, Daban's man was sent sailing into the blackness of space. Bavo gave a spinning hack with the machete, severing the line tethering the man to the ship. With kicking, flailing gestures, the man floated silently out into the void, growing smaller and more inconsequential with each passing second.

  "First gun," Bavo yelled, turning to Grace and holding out his hand. "Now!"

  Grace didn’t think, she acted. She pushed the first harpoon gun towards Bavo with both hands. The gun flew through open space, covering the distance between the two renegades in moments. Bavo had the gun in his hand. He cocked it and spun towards the second of their three assailants before the second adversary had time to understand why his comrade was sailing off into space.

  Bavo pulled the trigger. With a firm kickback, the harpoon rocketed from the gun, racing forward and impaling Daban's man in the chest.

  From where she stood across the metal hull of the ship, Grace wasn't sure what she saw, at least not at first. The harpoon plunged through the man's chest, the impact knocking him back several feet. That part made sense. The next part, however, was a little more confusing. From the man's back, steam or gas began pouring out in a white geyser. The man held the spear in the front of his chest with one hand, but with his other hand, he was reaching behind in panic with the last few moments of his life.

  The B'hauf was suddenly thrust forward, pushed to his knees by the gas jetting from his back. Grace finally understood. His oxygen tank. It must have been pierced from the harpoon going through his body and hitting it. There was no time to dwell on this for just as suddenly as the man was forced to his knees, he was suddenly jettisoned from the hull of the ship, propelled by the force of his burst oxygen tank. He, like his comrade, was helpless, dying from the harpoon skewering him as he spiraled out into the void.

  Two down. Grace turned to Bavo, ready to throw him the last harpoon gun and take down the final enemy soldier. Things were not quite so simple. The enemy was on Bavo, wrestling, pounding a fist over and over against Bavo's faceplate.

  Bavo tried to flip him off but it didn't work. The enemy held tight, jumping over the top of Bavo in the zero-gravity and driving his feet into the back of Bavo's knees. Bavo went down hard.

  Grace did not know what to do. Her partner was in grave danger, he was being beaten again and again. What can I do? She shifted the harpoon gun in her hands. Nervous, edgy energy coursed through her. She wasn't a hero, she wasn't a soldier, she was a secretary. An answerer of phones and a typist of emails. I'm just a normal girl with a boring, normal life. I shouldn't be here, I can't do this.

  She was surprised to see the harpoon gun raised and pointing at the two B'hauf males. I can't do it but I have to. She was sweating, unable to wipe her brow behind the protective face shield. She aimed. A grunt of frustration escaped her as the two males rolled over, then back again, struggling for advantage and position.

  Grace took a deep breath and aimed again, putting the crosshairs between their antagonist's shoulder blades. She pressed on the trigger but suddenly the men twisted. Bavo's upper ribs centered in the cross-hairs of her scope. She pulled her finger away, her heart pounding. A millisecond more and she could have killed her rescuer.

  The B'hauf assailant drove his helmet into Bavo's, knocking him back. Pinning Bavo's arm back from above, the B'hauf reached behind him, pulling a sharp pike from a holster strapped to his oxygen tank. He brought it forward, driving it into Bavo's chest. A quick move deflected the tip away but Bavo found himself in no less peril as the B'hauf recovered quickly, bringing the pike back into position.

  With the two males locked in life and death melee, Grace raised the gun again. One harpoon, one chance. She aimed and pulled the trigger; no hesitation in her movements, no time left to deliberate.

  5

  Grace laid Bavo on the airlock floor, waiting a few seconds for the atmosphere to stabilize. With a low beep and a red light turning green, the air lock was safe and her helmet was off, her gloves were off.

  She removed Bavo's helmet and checked his breathing. He's alive, breathing strong. She sighed and began removing his suit, making sure nothing was broken or bleeding.

  Nothing was.

  His eyes opened as she was smoothing his long dark hair from his face.

  "This is the only way a male should ever wake up. To a beautiful woman stroking his hair.”

  Grace blushed and drew her hand away. Busted. "Sorry, I was just..." being creepy... "Making sure you didn't have any cuts." She wasn't sure where to look but she settled for into his eyes when he reached up and touched her face.

  "Don't be shy," he said. "You saved my life." He brought his hand down to hers, held it warmly against his cheek where it lay. "We are connected now,
more so than before. Don't you think?"

  She did. She thought that too but it all sounded so stupid. To simple. She knew it was the fear, the adrenaline, the intensity of the moment that made them feel that way, but there were things knowledge could not understand. Passion. Grace longed to kiss him, to draw him to her and slide her tongue between his plump lips, but it was not the time.

  Bavo sat up, wincing, his ribs a little sore. "We have time," he told her. "Now we need to get into that rock field and power down. If Daban sent those mercenaries, he's bound to send more." He stood and helped Grace to her feet. "Once we're in, we do nothing but wait for three days."

  She nodded. She knew the plan. Wait three days and Bavo's crew shows up, stashing them in an unmarked ship for quick transfer back to the moon. Charges would be filed, bodyguards put in her charge, and political tensions would mount. She knew all this but what she did not know was how they would spend those three quiet days. But when he kissed her, slow and long, the chill of the airlock tingling the nape of the neck, she began to have a better idea.

  Grace exited the bathroom, her body warmed from the long shower. Bavo was already there, freshly showered, lying on the bed naked except for a pair of tight cloth briefs.

  His dark blue skin was velvety in the soft light. His chest was broad and strong, like his shoulders, like his jaw. Grace shifted her weight, her bare feet betraying the rush she felt below as she gazed at him. Six-packs for abs, a scattering of hair, muscular, sculpted thighs and calves. She saw the bulge in his briefs and could not stop the smile. She couldn't even meet his eyes as she stepped into the room. "Hello, mister," she said, only then looking at his face. He's huge.

  Bavo sat up, waving her over. She went to him and they kissed. Her tongue slid softly into his mouth, his met hers and pressed together. With one hand he grabbed her towel and pulled it from her still dripping body. He smiled.

  "You're amazing," he told her, admiring the curves of her body, the soft slopes of her breasts, the fullness of her hips. "Like a goddess or a warrior queen." He ran his fingers up the back of her thigh. "And I must have you. Again and again."

  Grace did not argue. She let him pull her forward, on top of him. She pressed her breasts into him as they kissed, feeling his large hands cup the cheeks of her ass and bring her tightly against his pelvis. She felt his manhood buck against her thigh, long, hard, and warm. She ground her hips into him as they kissed, bringing her hand over his bicep, digging her nails into his skin as she shuddered with need.

  Bavo touched her lips then ran his fingertips over her face. Bringing his hand down, tracing the contours of her body, he found her hand. They kissed, light pettings of their tongues, their fingers intertwining as she settled herself further under him. He began to kiss her harder, his lips moving down her neck, across her shoulders, down to her breasts.

  She closed her eyes, arching her back, mesmerized by the firm care and attention he gave the abundance of her breasts. Kneading them, squeezing them, bringing them to his mouth where he kissed along their slope, sucking on her nipples, giving them tiny nibbles.

  Grace ran her hand down his chest, over the edges of his abs, down to the patch of hair jutting from his small briefs. He bit her nipple harder and she moaned, sliding her hand down lower, finding him hard and ready. Her open palm rubbed down the length of his hardness. It was long and thick, rock hard and warm. She gripped it and his hips jerked under her. She held on to him, squeezing harder.

  Bavo sat up, wrapping his arms around Grace's hips as he flipped her over. She squealed with nervous delight, flung through the air only to be laid down gently, Bavo leaning his weight against her. His body odor was woodsy, dry mulch, rich and earthy. He kissed her again, their bodies coming together as they explored one another's mouths.

  His hands ran over her thigh and she gasped as he continued up, brushing the wet swell of her labia. He rubbed her there, his fingers probing her sex, moving in and out, in and out. He moved his attention to her clit, rubbing it firmly as his kisses moved lower and lower. His lips traced down her breasts and along her tummy. To her opening he moved, licking her lips and turning his fingers round and round, stimulating her, teasing sensations from her. Grace moaned again, louder this time, giving into the sensation as he licked her, stroked her.

  "Bavo," she purred. "Yes!" He stood, leaving her breathless. She watched him undress, bringing her hand down to touch herself, her heart fluttering. He removed his briefs, exposing himself to her. His cock looked like it felt: thick and hard. She rolled over to him, placing him in her mouth as he stood at the edge of the mattress.

  Moving the thick, warm head of his shaft into her mouth, she ran her tongue along the bottom. She felt him pulse in her mouth. She grabbed him tighter and worked him, stroking the bottom of his cock as she sucked the tip. She gave him a series of licks, long and short, teasing the sensitive head. He groaned as she teased his cock. Yes. He wanted more.

  With one hand still stroking him, she stood, placing her other hand on his broad shoulder. "I want to fuck you," she whispered, kissing his chest,

  He met her eyes but said nothing. Instead, he grabbed her with both hands, lifting her off the ground. Grace was breathless, no one had ever lifted her so easily before. Before she knew it, she was on the bed, her legs spread wide as Bavo crawled between her thighs.

  He held his cock, drawing the fat head over her swollen, eager lips. Oh... He teased her a moment more, currents of warmth washing over them both as their passion grew.

  Grace heard his breathing strain as he rubbed the length of his engorged shaft over her slick opening. She felt his fingertips brushing her face again and she caught one of them, sucking on his blue finger as he continued to tease her down below. Yes, yes...

  He slid inside her. She could not stop the animalistic groan she made when his hot girth entered her. Oh god... He took her slow at first, gently filling her with his length. He fucked her, in and out, in and out, easy and steady. Grace wrapped her legs around his waist, gripped his athletic backside and helped him to thrust into her again and again. As they continued, he began to speed up, fucking her faster and harder, faster and harder, not stopping, not pausing, burying himself inside her.

  Suddenly he grabbed her arms, pinning them back over her head. She struggled briefly but lost herself in his devious smile. "Yes!" she whispered. "Take me. You don't have to be gentle." And he wasn't. He fucked her hard, drawing screams of pleasure from her, sweat running down her chest as he leaned into her, slamming her, drawing her deeper and deeper into ecstasy with every thrust of his hard cock.

  When he finally paused, catching his breath and admiring her voluptuous form under him, she licked her lips and gave a hungry smile. My turn.

  Without word, she grabbed him, pushing him over and crawled on top.

  Bavo began to protest. "Where I come from, the male is always on top," he said. "It is just the way we do things."

  "Well," said Grace, un-phased by his words. "Where I come from, we take turns." She slid herself over his chest, leaving a wet trail as she brought her pussy over his shaft. "And right now," she gripped his cock, lifted it slightly and slid it inside of her, "it's my turn." She almost couldn’t finish her sentence as she sat on his manhood, gasping as the thick, hard warmth filled her.

  She saw it in his eyes. The pleasure, the need, the thrill of doing something so taboo. It was more than she could take, that quasi-innocent look in the warrior's eyes. She began to fuck him as she had never fucked in her life. Wild, free, riding him like her life depended on both of them coming.

  She worked her hips side to side, watching him closely, feeding her actions off of his responses. Slowly she moved, then faster, grinding on him one moment and then moving her ample hips up and down the next, squeezing the tip of his cock with her inner muscles. Bavo laid under her, letting her work her magic on his body. He traced her curves with his hands, loving every bit of her. "I love the way you feel," he told her. "The way you move, the way you look."
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  "Yes," Grace managed to say as she fucked him. "Yes, you're beauti-" she couldn't finish her sentence, a wave overtook her. Oh... She slammed herself down on him, again, again, again... it was building, she felt it moving through her, getting closer... I'm going to... closer... I'm...

  She came with a fury, sitting all the way down on Bavo's cock and squeezing her legs together. She gripped his hips as she spasmed, her orgasm washing over her, screams of release as her body bucked from the power of her come. Her body tingled, warm yet shivering as she stilled her self, feeling the sensations coursing through her body.

  Moments later, when she was able, she began to move again, fucking him with renewed vigor. She was so wet, so hot, so ready for anything. She pressed against his chest with one hand as she moved. "You like me on top, don't you?" she whispered, challenging him.

  "Yes," he moaned, gripping her hips.

  "You like to watch me come?"

  "Yes," he groaned. "Yes!"

  She fucked him harder, faster. "I want you to come for me," faster, stronger. "Come on, Bavo, I want you."

  Bavo's eyes grew wide as she continued. "I'm coming," he whispered, his body growing tense. In a flash, he was up, grabbing her and flipping her over once again. In one smooth motion, he pulled himself from inside her and gripped his shaft. With a few quick strokes, he came, directing his hot gush onto her stomach. A growling purr came from his throat as he came, spurting his warm seed on to Grace. She watched from beneath him, the sight of his strong body overcome with the vulnerability of an orgasm turned her on more than she could express. He's perfect. She watched as his orgasm faded, as his body relaxed. He met her eyes, blew her a kiss. He's too fucking perfect.

  6

  The following three days passed in much the same manner. Making love, eating, showering together, and tracing one another's bodies with open, generous hands.

  On the third morning, lying in bed, their bodies naked and glistening with just having made love, Bavo turned to her. "It's time," he said, a hint of regret in his voice. "We need to get ready. Our contacts will be here in the next hour or two."