Into the Light: SciFi Alien Romance (Dark Planet Warriors Book 5)

by Anna Carven

  Somehow, his finger is still on my clit, stroking, making me gasp again and again.

  Impossible man.

  I bend my legs as he lowers his head and brings his lips to the entrance of my pussy, planting a slow, sucking kiss there.

  Then, with a single swipe of his tongue, he pushes me into an orgasm.

  “A-ah!” I scream, as a torrent of pure pleasure rips through me. He keeps flicking his tongue back and forth, and another wave of climax comes, even more intense than the last. He’s unrelenting, moving his tongue in tiny circles.

  A great shudder courses through me as waves of sensation take hold. I move back and forth as he grips my thighs with his powerful hands, steadying me as he tastes me, applying a little more pressure now as he caresses that insane bundle of nerves with his tongue.

  A wonderful tightness is building, bit by bit.

  He suspends me at the very edge of another climax. The orgasms are so intense and so close together that I don’t even know where one ends and another starts.

  That tight, pleasurable sensation is building and I’m panting and whimpering, having surrendered my body to him long ago.

  He gives it just a little more time, and then tips me over the edge.

  I orgasm again, digging my fingers into his hair as he holds my legs down. My eyes are closed. I’m gasping. I let out a long, slow whimper of delight.

  Release comes and goes and fills me with wonderful little aftershocks as he slows his tongue. A feeling of complete contentment sweeps through me.

  He finishes with a slow kiss, looking up to meet my gaze.

  Mine, his expression says.

  “Turn over,” he says. “On your hands and knees.”

  Oh, so he wants to do it like that?

  Wordlessly, I do as he says, supporting myself on my elbows and knees, my belly well clear of the sofa. I find the position quite comfortable, as it relieves some of the pressure on my back. His hands are all over my ass as he gets up behind me, on his knees.

  He enters me from behind, his giant erection tenderly parting the moist lips of my sex as he fucks me doggy style, pregnant style, one possessive hand on the back of my neck, the other gripping my ass.

  He’s gentle and rough, all at the same time.

  Just the way I like it.

  He goes deep, taking his time, savoring the moment. After a while he leans in, pulling me upright against his chiseled body, curling his arms around my belly as he thrusts again and again, his movements becoming deeper and more powerful.

  He brings his hands up to my breasts, cupping them, my nipples hard and responsive under his fingertips.

  He nibbles my ear, trailing kisses down my cheek and my neck, down to my collarbone, all the while increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

  His roaming hands caress every inch of me, finally settling on my hips as he pulls me close to him, holding me tightly as he comes.

  As he whispers my name with fierce intensity, a warm feeling spreads through me. He’s still moving, more gently now, his hips rocking back and forth as he empties his seed into me. He’s all over me; consuming me, marking me.

  I’m totally overwhelmed by him.

  There’s no question about it; this alien has claimed me, body and soul.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Tarak

  I watch Zyara closely as she looks at her holoscreen with an inscrutable expression.

  “How long?” I ask, my voice laced with tension.

  “Three quants.” She turns to Abbey. “That’s the equivalent of four Earth weeks.”

  “Four weeks?” Abbey touches her belly as a gentle smile crosses her face. “That’s not long at all.” She lies back on the examination couch, the blue harmony star pulsing gently on her belly.

  Zyara has set up a mobile clinic inside Darkshadow. She has brought everything required for Abbey to have a safe and comfortable delivery, including a precious supply of our dwindling stock of medical nanites, and units of synthetic Human blood matched to Abbey’s biological type, just in case of an emergency

  I have no idea where she obtained the blood, but such things are apparently easy to synthesize.

  Abbey turns to me, her face flushed with anticipation. “Don’t look so tense and grumpy,” she says. “For the next month, all I’ll be doing is putting my feet up, eating organic food from Aunt Kenna’s fields and maybe a little bit of gardening. We have everything we need out here. There’s no need to worry.”

  “Hm.” She is the very picture of health, vitality and serenity. She epitomizes all the virtues of the Goddess herself; she is my Goddess.

  And she is happy here.

  Her happiness pleases me immensely. I never thought I would be reduced to such simplistic sentimentality, but it is the truth. If she is happy, I am happy.

  I can’t allow anything to threaten this precious peace.

  The appearance of the Silent One reminded me that I must be ever vigilant. I decide then and there that I will bring three full Divisions of soldiers to Earth to guard this property. The Humans will panic and Abbey won’t like it, but I don’t care.

  We can’t afford to have Silent Ones lurking around.

  “Have you thought of a name yet?” Zyara runs her slender hands across Abbey’s belly, checking the position of the baby.

  “We haven’t actually had that discussion,” Abbey replies, shooting me a meaningful glance. She has brought the issue up a few times, but for whatever reason, our conversation about naming always gets interrupted, whether it’s by a problem onboard Silence or her ripe, irresistible body. “She should have a Kordolian name and a Human name.”

  Zyara raises her eyebrows knowingly. Both females are looking at me in a strange way. Why does it sometimes feel as if females have some sort of secret, silent communication?

  “Perhaps she will be named after the light,” I say. “As befitting of an Earth child.”

  Abbey looks at me in surprise, her eyes widening. “That’s weird. I was thinking exactly the same thing.”

  “Hm.” I gaze at my pregnant mate, unable to comprehend how I have been blessed with such fortune. “There are a thousand different names for the light. We must settle on one.”

  “It will come to us,” Abbey says confidently. “I have a few in mind, but when we see her, we’ll know.”

  “Indeed.” At first, the thought of being a father to an infant filled me with trepidation. How can a hardened soldier like me, who has only known the military life, care for a child? My memories of childhood are fractured.

  But Abbey said it well: “if the way you treat me is anything to go by, then you’ll make a great daddy.”

  I’m not the pure-hearted man she deserves, but I will do my best to ensure our child has everything that I never had.

  “She will have a Kordolian naming ceremony,” I declare proudly, a sense of satisfaction filling me. “We shall do it the traditional way, with carveth fragrance and ivkriss. Then, she will receive the Goddess’ blessing, in the Aikun fashion.”

  Abbey takes my hand. “I don’t know what any of those things are, but they sound wonderful.”

  “I’m going to do a quick scan now,” Zyara announces, entering some commands into her datapad. As an image appears on her holoscreen, I go still.

  A strange feeling enters my chest; it is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The area around my heart is tight, as if something is squeezing it.

  Before us, in incredible, three-dimensional detail, is an image of our child. She floats serenely in her fluid-filled nest. Her eyes are closed, and her face is incredibly peaceful.

  My breath catches in my throat. I look down at my mate, who is equally as transfixed, her crystalline eyes shimmering with moisture. It is a Human thing, I think, for the eyes to water in response to strong emotions. She squeezes my hand, a look of wonder on her face. “I never get tired of seeing that,” she whispers. “She’s beautiful.”

  “Yes.” The tight sensation in my chest expands, fillin
g me with warmth.

  What is this feeling?

  Beside us, Zyara interprets some data on her holoscreen. “Your child is healthy,” she says. “Perfectly so. Keep monitoring your harmony star. If it starts to turn purple, you must tell me straight away. But I don’t expect it to. I don’t anticipate any complications.”

  “Good.” I kiss Abbey on the forehead as I help her up. “I must go and see to something,” I tell her. “Zyara, please escort her back to the residence.”

  “Of course, General.” The medic gives me a low-key salute.

  “As long as you don’t get into any trouble,” Abbey warns.

  I answer her with an indulgent sidelong glance before slipping out of Darkshadow’s cool internal chambers. The sun has dropped, and the temperature is cooler, but not by much. My shadow is long as I make my way back to the residence, donning a pair of dark glasses.

  I find Abbey’s relative, that old, irascible female called Kenna, skinning small meat-animals on a stone surface behind the main house.

  Like most Earth creatures I’ve seen they are covered in fur, with long ears and a small, stub-like tail.

  The smell of blood and fresh meat hangs in the air, making my mouth water as I approach.

  I’m starved and slightly gaunt, thanks to the nanites that dwell in my body. They’ve used up most of my energy stores and have started slowly consuming my flesh.

  The blood-scent has triggered my claw-reflex. With great effort, I retract my sharp claws.

  “Those small animals are good eating,” I say by way of greeting. During the night, my soldiers and I had caught and roasted several of them. The old woman looks up in surprise, her gloved hand coated in blood. She holds a long knife.

  “The rabbits out here taste a hell of a lot better than that mass-produced recombinant shit,” she replies, as she starts to skin another one. The look she gives me is calculating. “You look hungry, boy. You better be taking proper care of yourself. I can’t have you getting yourself run down with the baby on the way.”

  I scoff at such a ridiculous notion. I don’t get sick. Ever.

  “Abbey told me your kind are carnivores,” the old woman continues, wiping the knife on her apron. She points to a freshly skinned animal with her blade. “Take one.”

  At first I hesitate, but then my huger gets the better of me. I grab the thing by its hind legs, allowing it to hang from my grasp. It smells fresh and sweet, so much more appetizing than the protein-mix bars I normally consume.

  Before arriving on Earth, I never considered food a source of enjoyment. To a soldier, food is sustenance, nothing more.

  “My thanks.” I squat on my haunches beside Kenna, placing myself at her level. Her eyes are clear blue and piercing, just like the wide skies above. In many ways, she is quite similar to my mate. She has that same questioning stare, and she’s a practical woman.

  We are both silent for a moment, evaluating each other. Her old, worn face gives nothing away.

  “Well, you didn’t come here just to say hello, did you?” Finally, she speaks. “Spit it out, boy.”

  I seem to have become remarkably tolerant, because her use of the word ‘boy’ doesn’t bother me. Perhaps it’s because I know this female is loved and cherished by Abbey that I let it slide.

  “This place,” I say slowly. “It belongs to you?”

  “This property’s been in our family for centuries,” she replies. “It’s three hundred square kilometers of dry land. Used to be a cattle station back in the old days, when farming was still done. But yeah, it’s mine.”

  “Where does the water come from?”

  “Bore water. There’s a huge artesian basin directly below us. You’ve got water for thousands of years if you recycle it properly and return it to where it came from.”

  Half of what she’s saying doesn’t make sense to me, but I will understand once I get my geo-engineers on the ground. “I’m going to make a base here,” I inform her.

  To my surprise, she laughs. “Judging by the tone of your voice, that’s not up for negotiation, is it?”

  “It isn’t,” I agree. “But I thought to inform you, out of courtesy, and to warn you not to interfere in any of our operations.”

  “Ha!” She laughs again, a harsh, grating sound. I do not understand this Human at all. Perhaps, like Kordolians, some Humans become a little mad as they age.

  She is as cryptic and unpredictable as an Aikun Elder.

  Kenna points at me with her knife. “An old friend told me about you Kordolians. He said your civilization used to be honorable, back before you found that black metal and started running out of women.”

  “Are you always this blunt, Human?” I glare at her, half annoyed and half surprised. Her words have the ring of truth to them, and I wonder how much she really knows about Old Kythia.

  “I could ask you the same question, Kordlian.” Her blade glints as she waves it in the fading sunlight. “But I’m getting too old to worry about trying to phrase my thoughts in a way that won’t offend anybody. You just make sure you treat that girl well, you hear? If you don’t, I’ll come for you and skin you alive.”

  A hundred insults run through my mind, but in the end, I settle on a mild snort of amusement. “Spoken like a true blood relative. But don’t be so presumptuous. She is my mate. You obviously don’t understand what that means. In Kordolian terms, I am somewhat traditional. I take care of what is mine.”

  The old crone shrugs. “That’s all I want to hear.” She makes a sweeping gesture with her hand. “There’s flat, dry land out there, as far as the eye can see. No-one lives there. What am I going to do with all that land? If you want to use it, it’s yours. This all passes onto Abbey when I die, anyway.”

  I rise to my full height, the rabbit-creature swaying in my grasp. That’s when the comm in my ear beeps softly, alerting me to an incoming call.

  I ignore it for a moment, looking down at Kenna. “Understand this, Human,” I say softly. “My fleet surrounds this planet. My elite soldiers are on Earth, fighting hostile aliens. I have brought a full-sized Kordolian Fleet Station all the way across the Nine Galaxies to this backwater planet, and I have refrained from forcing this inept government you call the Federation to submit to my rule. I have been very patient with their ridiculous Human demands.”

  Kenna lowers her knife, her eyes widening a fraction. I bare my fangs. “The only reason I haven’t colonized your infernal planet already is because of her.”

  I turn, walking across the orchard, where the shadows have become long and distorted. The incessant beeping of the comm continues. “Acccept,” I snap. The call patches through from Silence.

  “General Akkadian.” It’s Ikriss, one of my five commanders and the head of the Second Division.

  “Commander Ikriss. You have news?”

  “We have a slight problem, General.”

  “Report,” I order.

  “We’ve intercepted an Ifkin transport with a rather interesting cargo.”

  “Fucking Ifkin,” I snarl, wondering what in Kaiin’s hells the Humans are doing, allowing Ifkin into Earth’s orbit. “What is the nature of this cargo, Commander?”

  “It’s a flesh cargo. Their hold was full of Humans, mostly female, but there were a few males as well. We think it was bound for the Kelithor slave markets.”

  “Hm.” I pause in the shade of a tree bearing round orange fruits. “I assume you have dealt with the Ifkin accordingly?”

  “The Humans tell us they were taken against their will. Some of the females had been molested.” Ikriss’ voice is laced with disgust. He is a son of the Aikun tribe, and the concept of slavery goes against his beliefs. “I just wanted to check in with you before we go ahead and do the deed.”

  “Execute the slavers and return the Humans to Earth,” I tell him. “I will inform Xalikian and he will make the Humans aware of what has transpired.”

  “Understood.”

  I don’t know how the Humans deal with slavers, but I�
��ve decided that in the New Kordolian Empire, the penalty for slave trading is death.

  “And preparations for the drop are still going as scheduled?”

  “Yes, Sir. We should have the first container arriving as soon as night falls.”

  “Good.” A thought occurs to me. “Ikriss, have the medics from the Fleet Station arrived yet?”

  “They’re due to arrive in three phases. The sub-medic is seeing to the females who have been injured.”

  “Make sure they are well cared for. And warn all Kordolians that the women are not to be taken advantage of. Tell them I will personally deal with any reports of inappropriate behavior. This is not the Old Empire, and we do not treat Humans like slaves. However, if a female is willing and displays genuine interest, relations may, of course, be pursued in one’s leisure time.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  As I terminate the communication, I stare up at the sky through my dark lenses. In the late day, the rays of the sun are weakened, and they seem to be fading quickly now, streaking the sky with shades of orange and red.

  If I were at all sentimental, I might even consider this scene to be beautiful.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Abbey

  I stretch and find Tarak’s side of the bed empty. That doesn’t surprise me much; he doesn’t seem to need a lot of sleep, and he’s always off doing secret military stuff, even when he’s supposed to be on ‘holidays’.

  By now, I know not to ask. I don’t even want to ask; I trust him, and I’ve got my own shit to worry about.

  Such as, resurrecting my dad’s dream of turning this place into a fully functioning biotech facility. He’s stashed a bunch of business plans somewhere in this big old house; I just have to find them.

  As I slide out of bed, Little Monster comes to life, kicking around as if my belly is her own personal playground. I yawn, rub my eyes and stare out the window.

  “What the-?” I blink.

  Beyond the treetops of the orchard, out on the dry, dusty plains is a collection of large black box-things.

  I’m pretty sure they weren’t there yesterday. It’s hard to judge scale from this distance, but they seem huge. They look like cargo containers.