The Judge’s ridges rose up in surprise. “Kia of One, it is a pleasure to meet with a female from such an esteemed and ancient line of multigod.” He paused. “Do you wish to press charges against Kayzon of Twenty-Six for forcing of mating compatibility?”
She sucked in a breath. “Oh no,” she answered. “No. Mating compatibility was not forced. It was an accident. I agree with Kayzon. He touched my bare hand in an extreme situation in order to rescue me from a Hurlian ship. If he had not saved me, I…” She shuddered. “I don’t even want to think of what the Hurlians would have done to me.”
“Good. I am pleased to hear you were not mistreated by a Xylan warrior. Forcing of mating compatibility is unacceptable in our society and punished harshly. This warrior has been removed from the mating database. Therefore this mating is automatically sent to review. Are you prepared to make your decision now in this case, or do you require more time?”
“I’m prepared,” she gritted. “But first, I’d…like an explanation of the events that led to Kayzon’s removal from the mating database. I understand why he was Banished. I do not agree with this, of course, because he is paying for the sins of his father while he himself is innocent, but okay, I can deal with strange Xylan laws because I have no desire to live on Chronos. But the reason for his removal from the database.” She glanced at her husband, who was watching her intently, a frown on his lips. “I don’t understand that at all, and I feel like I need that background knowledge in order to make an informed decision.”
“This is a reasonable request,” the Judge answered. “I am able to grant you this information.”
Kayzon made a noise. She turned her head to see he was agitated.
“I love you, you big idiot,” she told him. “Can’t you see? I want to know everything. There’s no reason to hide anything from me. You’re not alone in this anymore because I’m going to stand by you.”
She loved him like no other. He wasn’t just an unbelievably sexy male who fucked her senseless and made her panties wet every time she met his gaze, he was also the man of her heart. She wanted to spend all of her waking time with him and learn all his mannerisms, his likes and dislikes, his ups, his downs. All the things. They were now of the same line. He was family, and to Kia, family was everything.
“You love me?” he said hoarsely.
“Of course I do. Do you not remember that I was trailing behind you like a fangirl in that marketplace? Trying to get you to pay attention to me? You saved me from the Hurlians. You’ve been nothing but nice to my crazy family. You’re a male of honor. The father of my offspring—”
“I have no line,” he rasped. Raw emotion flamed in his gaze, his chest rising and falling with harsh breaths. “Others were supposedly devoted to me, they left. I thought I knew what was in the hearts and minds of others and they fooled me.”
“But—”
“May I interrupt?” the Judge asked.
Kia glanced at him, her eyes watery, her throat clogging.
“I was the same Judge for Kayzon’s previous ruling,” he explained. “It was not fair, but it was the judgment that was necessary to meet the laws. It is true that this male has been treated unfairly, and as a result his judgment is clouded in this instance. His line is Banished to the four corners of the sectors due to no fault of his. He was placed with an adoptive line filled with males of no honor and he was tricked into forcing mating compatibility with a female of royal pigment. This female had no intention on following through with the testing. She instead publicly scorned and humiliated him. She turned him in to the authorities, claiming he forced mating compatibility. The Xylans in his adoptive line all testified against him.”
“Talk about a bunch of low-life fucking assholes,” Kia said.
“Indeed.” The judge nodded. He locked eyes with her husband. “Kayzon, do not let the past poison your future. Your adoptive line and the female who asked to test mating compatibility were lazhul. You are a warrior of honor. You have a Bride, who despite her half-color and the fact that she’s not even Xylan, has the honor and loyalty of an ancient Gravian line beating within her heart. Do not let this opportunity slip from your grasp.”
The Judge’s words hit Kayzon with the stealth of an invisible blade, straight to his heart. He stumbled back a step. “You knew I was set up, you knew the female had falsely claimed I had forced mating compatibility and still you removed me from the database and deemed me unworthy?”
The Judge winced, his countenance remorseful. “Both my legs are cybernetic. I nearly died when your father, Kroga of Seventy-Five, sold secrets to the Hurlians. I was filled with resentment and convinced that any offspring from his line were a danger to other Xylan. I cannot explain why, because this information is confidential, but I have had new evidence that has changed my mind about the second generation of your line. The poison is in the sire, not in the offspring, nor the manager, only with the champion. When I made my initial judgment eight planetary rotations ago, I felt I was doing a service to all Xylans, protecting females from the poison in your line. I was so blind with resentment and anger that I did not expose the corruption in your adoptive line. Now I recognize the error in my reasoning. I see a warrior of worth in front of me. This female is lucky to have you as her champion.”
Kayzon looked at the floor, his eyes burning, unable to process this speedy change of events.
“I formally reverse your previous judgment and reinstate you, Kayzon of Twenty-Six, retroactively on the Xylan mating database. This means that the mating compatibility you tested with this female was not illegal. Because you followed all rituals required by law your mating is now considered legal and binding. Kia of One, for the record, now that you have heard the new evidence in this review, what is your decision?”
Kayzon turned his head to watch his Bride’s answer.
She lifted her chin and locked her gaze with his. “I want Kayzon. I want to stay mated for life with this hard-headed male who doubts my loyalty. Hopefully he will learn to trust me. And for the record, this is what I’ve wanted all along. I’ve always known you were a male of honor.”
A growl emanated from Kayzon’s chest. He strode forward, scooped his Bride up into his arms and crushed her with a punishing kiss.
They were alone. Judge Rankin wished them a bright future of honor and many offspring. He left the holo deck soon after his decision, and Kayzon was now busy tearing tunic and pants off of his Bride, making up for lost time. He’d clicked his armor and torn off his own clothing.
They were now both standing in the hallway. Naked.
He held her close. His shaft was hard as d’quant. He needed inside of her immediately. “I can’t make it to my quarters,” he breathed. “I need to fuck you here, in the hallway. I have to plant my seed in your wet pussy. I want to do this again and again until it drips down your thighs.”
His Bride. His life. His offspring.
They were all in his arms. His chest burned with love that burned bright and free. For once, as an adult, Kayzon trusted someone. He trusted this female with his life and with his heart. He knew without a doubt she would care for it always.
“For such a godly man, you have a suspiciously dirty mouth.”
He licked her neck. “One thing has nothing to do with the other. And you are my Bride…my Bride.”
He kissed her deeply, his tongue brushing against those smooth teeth. She tasted of everything he loved. He lifted her legs and encouraged her to wrap them around his waist.
He paused, his cock nudging her entrance, and looked deep into her eyes. “I love you,” he told her.
Her hands cupped his face. “I love you, too.”
She gasped as he slid into her and bottomed out. Tears of joy sparkled in her eyes. Her arms tightened behind his neck. He kissed her again as he moved within.
He growled, dominant, primitive Xylan urges taking hold. His fingers dug into her hair and tugged back, his kiss turning deeper as he pumped in and out of her.
“
Oh, Kayzon, I’m going to come.”
He worked harder, a familiar tingling starting at the base of his spine. His own release was almost upon him. He slammed into her one last time, and she threw her head back and screamed out her release. He burrowed his face into her neck as he spurted his seed into her womb.
He waited a moment for their breaths to slow. Then he pulled his still-hard cock out of his Bride, stood up and scooped her into his arms. This was only round one. He began striding down the hall.
“Where are we going?”
“To our quarters.”
She placed her palm with that extra appendage on his chest, over his beating hearts. “We’re going to be busy, aren’t we?”
“Yes. Very. You are my Bride. Our mating is legal and binding. You carry my offspring. To celebrate we aren’t leaving this ship for the next planetary rotation. I am keeping you naked in my bunk and filling you with my seed.”
She giggled and leaned her head against his shoulder. “Sounds like a plan.”
Many hours later Kayzon emerged from his quarters and strode to the Bridge. His Bride was asleep, worn out from their furious mating. He grinned, remembering how she’d looked as he’d left. Naked, with a smile on her face.
“Recorded message waiting from internal investigations,” the computer intoned as he entered the Bridge.
Kayzon grunted. “Play message.”
A screen lit up nearby. The familiar green skin and bald head of Mah Ralton, the Hunter in charge of internal investigations appeared on the vid screen. “Kayzon of Twenty-Six, we have discovered that it is true that Dago Cho was an erroneous target. Thank you for bringing this to our attention in a timely manner. He is innocent of any charges. His record has been erased and the Guild will offer monetary restitution. We have not yet discovered intent or motive. But, we have discovered the source of this illegal Bounty. Kroga of Seventy-Five was responsible. We have sent this information to the Xylan High Command, seeking charges against this warrior.”
Kayzon’s eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath. Both his hearts began to pound within his chest. His father? His father was responsible for the Bounty sent out to extract Dago Cho?
“The Bounty Hunter Guild will also convene its own team which will be sent to retrieve Kroga of Seventy-Five for extradition. We are aware that you are the offspring of this warrior. You will not be asked to join the mission for his retrieval due to your status of Banishment, nor can we formally tell you any more about the specifics of this mission. We regret having to inform you of this outcome. Know that the Guild considers you a valuable Hunter and we hope you will continue to bid on jobs in the future.”
The screen blinked closed.
Kayzon slammed his fist against the console, threw back his head and roared.
His father had done this. Why?
Kayzon stood up and strode to the screen that constantly updated the Bounty Hunter Leaderboards, showing the position of each Hunter in the four sectors. Last moon cycle, Kayzon had found a new series of symbols along his status line that at first appeared innocuous, but upon closer inspection held significance. He’d studied it for hours, eventually breaking a coded message that gave him the tip-off for the location of THX690.
Communicating this way was difficult, messages had to be short, the symbols needed to appear random. After much deliberation, Kayzon sent his own coded message back:
Mother,
I have started my line. My Gravian Bride is fierce in her love and devotion. She reminds me of you.
Kayzon paused and then added one more burning question:
Where is my father?
Epilogue
“Harmony, would you like to hold the baby?” Kayzon asked.
Kia looked over at them and smiled indulgently, watching as her hard-ass, battle-scarred husband gently passed their newborn daughter over to her sister’s waiting arms. Kayzon sat on her parents’ couch, next to Harmony, and encouraged the little girl to try and hold baby Kay in her arms and lap.
It was Saturday, so Kia and Kayzon were visiting her parents. That’s what they did on Saturdays.
Kayzon’s enormous biceps bulged as he carefully turned and arranged his precious package in Harmony’s arms. In a low voice he explained to Harmony how to keep the sleeping baby in the perfect position. Kay was asleep with a pink blanket wrapped around her. A dark shock of hair puffed at the top of her head, and tiny ridges ran down the length of her perfect little forehead.
Kia sighed, watching her husband gently position the baby with his giant claws, his harsh face serious as he went about his task. Her ovaries were about to explode.
“This is so cute, I can’t handle the cute, it’s literally burning my retinas,” Mom said from across the room.
“Well, you’re going to have to handle it,” Dad deadpanned.
Janet made a snorting noise. “You guys, she’s just a baby. The way all of you act around her, you’d think she was the second coming of the multigods.”
Kayzon looked up and met Janet’s gaze with his steady hazel eye. “Don’t worry, Janet,” he rumbled. “You can hold her next.”
Janet blushed attractively and ducked her head, letting her black hair shroud her face.
Kia chuckled and stood up. “Mom, I’ll come in the kitchen and help, okay?”
Although, helping just consisted of carrying trays of food out of the food dispenser and into the front room. Everyone on New Earth had a food dispenser now.
Opening up New Earth to the rest of the four sectors and encouraging humans to govern themselves, all without civil war or, at the very least, a single episode of civil disobedience, was a huge freakin’ undertaking. But Kia’s parents seemed to be doing a spectacular job of just that.
Ten moon cycles after the “takeover,” things weren’t that bad here on New Earth. There’d been a ground swell for Dad to become President, but he’d instead recommended another, a man of good character who had managed to stay relatively neutral during the religious wars. Her parents both preferred to stay in the background, working together to modernize New Earth and bring prosperity.
Kia was delighted when Kayzon suggested they live here permanently. She suspected it had something to do with the fact that Kayzon was now the official Xylan Ambassador to New Earth and her husband and father had become close friends, which was really the coolest thing ever.
And Kia was a Bounty Hunter now too. Kayzon had immediately started training her to pass the Bounty Hunter exam before her pregnancy progressed to the point where she’d have to wait. She’d trained harder than she had for anything ever before. She’d failed the test two times, finally attaining her license on her third pass. Of course Kayzon had remarked he’d passed on his first try with the third highest score ever documented, second only to Joyzal of Six, the number one Bounty Hunter in the four sectors.
She’d rolled her eyes and reminded him she was pregnant.
New Earth was their home base between missions, but Kia was on an extended maternity break. One day she would return to work and they would be a team again. Mom had already offered to care for baby Kay so Kia and Kayzon could bid for jobs together.
“Hey, Kia. Can you please bring me the platter from the hall closet?” Mom yelled from the kitchen.
“Sure. Just a second.” Kia walked out of the room. In the hallway she passed by the stone alcove that held her father’s favorite multigod altar. She paused before it, the love and affection for her baby, her husband, her family, her new life, filling her heart.
And she was grateful. Grateful the gods had not deserted Kayzon or her father.
She looked back through the doorway and watched her husband in the front room casually chat with her father, his large frame on the couch next to tiny Harmony and the baby.
She exhaled. Her nose started to sting.
Alone for a moment, with no one around to see, Kia crooked her eyebrow at the altar, “Thank you,” she whispered begrudgingly to the multigods, “Thank you for everything.”
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THE END
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Rayzor of Twelve, a lonely, banished Xylan warrior and the number one Bounty Hunter in the four sectors, is determined to follow his mission parameters. He must extract his target, the genocidal maniac THX238, from a primitive planet called earth with zero human casualties.
His plan unfolds with precision, until a human female gets in the way.
Rebecca doesn’t understand what the hell is happening. One moment she’s scared and alone in the spooky forest. Then a seven foot tall badass alien warrior is gazing at her with dark passion, his clawed hands touching her reverently. He’s kissing her, claiming her and saying, his voice hoarse with emotion—that she is his Bride.
His Bride? Wtf?
This stranger is swoon-worthy, but…She doesn’t know his name, or what species he is and he’s kidnapped her, thrown her on his goddamn space ship and now she’s speeding away from earth to parts unknown. And he expects her to fall into his arms?
Oh hell, no.
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Rebecca blinked. “What?” It was hard to hear over the thumping music. She must’ve heard wrong, because there was no way—
“You heard me. If you’re not gonna give me some head, you can get the hell outta my car and walk home, bitch.”
She stared at him, pissed off like no one had been pissed off in the history of pissed off.
He’d actually said that to her. He’d fucking said it. And in front of his two friends in the backseat, who were grinning ear to ear, snort-laughing and loving every minute of her discomfort. She clenched her fists. How dare he? Who died and made him king? “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. I wouldn’t touch your dick now if it was gold-plated and the last dick on Earth.”
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