“Eat,” Xavir said, gesturing to the plate of reheated, freeze-dried rations. It didn’t look appealing, but it smelled fantastic.
“Thank you,” I said. I ate every bite. It tasted better than Earth's food, and I had to force myself not to wolf it down like an animal. I didn’t want to annoy Xavir any more than I already had.
Once I was done, I sat waiting for something. Anything. The Zexian was ignoring me while he worked, which I supposed was fair. We had time to kill before the shuttle came to the mothership.
Did I really have to go? Of course, I did. There was no way I was going to stay with this alien who had probed me with a vibrator in less than an hour of knowing me. The memory made me blush.
Xavir came over to where I was sitting. “Earthling,” he said.
“Rianne,” I correctly gently, feeling a little braver.
“Rianne,” He amended. “Are you feeling better?” he asked.
“Yes, that machine does a great job. Better than any man I’ve ever had.”
Xavir cleared his throat, stepping back in surprise. “I meant the food.”
My face burned bright red. “Oh,” I squeaked. “Oh… yes, it was good.” I buried my face in my hands. Oh my God, that was so embarrassing.
Xavir chuckled, shaking his head. “I suppose I set you up for that. I’m glad our device made you feel good.”
I want you to make me feel good, is what I would have said if I was braver. “Uh, thanks,” I said. “You know, you guys should sell those on Earth. You’d be billionaires.” I laughed.
The alien shrugged. “Human money doesn’t matter much to us.”
I fidgeted. The awkwardness in the air was getting to me. I hated forcing conversation. Why was it so hard to talk to the guy who just hooked me up to a vibrator? “Um, about before,” I said.
“Are you talking about the treatment or the food this time?”
“The treatment, or whatever you call it,” I said. “It was, uh, really good. Thank you.”
Xavir sat down next to me. “The shuttle isn’t arriving for some time. Would you like to go back to my quarters so you can rest? The cell is not very inducive to sleep, for any species.”
I blushed. Xavir was asking me to go back to his room? The thought made my heart flutter and my mouth go dry with anticipation. “Yes, please,” I said.
Xavir’s room, or quarters as he called them, was fancier than I expected. I sat down awkwardly on one of the comfortable chairs, watching him and waiting.
The alien stopped pacing and looked at me. “When the shuttle arrives, I will escort you to the airlock bay. Until then, you can make yourself comfortable.”
The white robe was sliding down my shoulder, but I made no effort to fix it. I noticed how his eyes flicked towards my bare skin. I wanted him to want me as badly as I wanted him. “Sure,” I said. “Thank you, this room is much warmer.”
Xavir chuckled. “Are all humans this sensitive to cold?”
“They are if they’re brought up in Florida,” I said flatly.
“Is that near the equator?” Xavir asked.
“Near-ish? I guess?” I shrugged.
“I should have guessed, your skin is star-kissed. I like it,” Xavir said.
I supposed he meant tanned, but the quirky way he said it made my chest tighten. He was so cute, for a six-foot-six purple alien. He seemed more relaxed in his own room. “Will you come and sit with me?” I patted the white upholstery beside me.
Xavir’s tongue flicked over his bottom lip. It was dark, black, like his hair and clothes. He waited a moment for nodding and sitting next to me. “I should go back to work, but…” He paused.
“But what?”
Xavir’s jaw flexed as he decided how to respond. “I don’t want to. I’d like to get to know you better. You,” His voice hitched. “I’ve never seen someone relieved by a machine like that before. It was … beautiful.”
I blushed, remembering how good the steel vibrator had felt and how I lost control of my orgasm. “Do you think so?”
“I do,” Xavir said firmly. “Zexians do not lie.”
“So,” I said slowly, gathering all the confidence I had. “If you can’t lie, tell me something.” I touched his shoulder gently. “Are you attracted to me, Xavir?” I couldn’t believe what I just said. It was so unlike me, but this situation was too good to pass up. I had to try to get close to him, or else I’d live to regret it.
“I am,” Xavir said without hesitation.
I wondered if looking back on this later if I would cringe at my own desperation, but I didn’t care right now. I was hot again, wanting him to take me, all of me. I wanted to experience Zexian sex, like a real Tribute. “Then, do you want me?” I asked, letting the robe slip off my shoulder and expose my breast.
Xavir looked down, growling in his throat. “I do,” He breathed. “But mating for pleasure is not looked kindly upon,” His voice faded away as his eyes hardened. Blood was rushing under his skin, the dark liquid deepening the purple tone. “I want you.”
I leaned closer to him. “Please take me, Xavir. We don’t have much time.”
Xavir didn’t wait for another second to pass. He grabbed me, pulling me into his muscular arms and ripping the robe off my body. The silky fabric pooled around me as I straddled his lap, kissing him. His long tongue flicked against mine, nearly reaching the back of my throat.
I could feel Xavir’s hardness resting against my core. I ached for it, wondering if his massive alien cock was really like the rumors described. I ran my hand down his muscular torso, feeling him flex under my fingers. “I want you,” I breathed.
“Inside?” Xavir asked.
I nodded, biting my bottom lip. I unbuttoned his black pants, easing them down just enough to let his cock free. It was huge, probably twelve inches, and thick. It was as big as my wrist, with ridges near the base, throbbing with need. My jaw dropped. “Xavir,” I whispered, lowering my head to taste his glistening cock.
Xavir groaned, bucking his hips as my lips explored him. “Ah, fuck, Rianne.” His cock was spilling precum out of two holes at the tip. If I remembered correctly, one was for pleasure, and one was for mating.
Just as I was going to finish lapping up the wetness, Xavir grabbed me. “No teasing,” He growled. “Just you.” He hauled me up by my hips with no effort, poising my tight hole over his alien cock.
I gulped, wondering if I was going to be able to take it. I lowered myself, with his hands guiding my body, letting the head of his cock into me. I gasped, clutching his shoulders, and squatted over him with my legs spread wide. Inch by inch, he filled me, our combined wetness slick enough to make it painless.
I gasped for air, my pussy stretched further than it ever had, and I wasn’t even all the way down yet. “Xavir,” I moaned. I moved on my knees, riding the top few inches of his cock, unable to take any more.
Xavir growled. “More, Earthling,” He pushed my hips down, impaling me on him, his girth stretching me further.
The ridges at the base of his cock brushed against my swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I gasped and came, spasming against him. I couldn’t control my orgasm, it burst out of me like a wave.
“Do all humans climax so easy?” Xavir said against my neck.
“No,” I replied. My lips were trembling, and my body was shaking against him. “You just do something crazy to me.”
“Tell me, Rianne. How long have you wanted a Zexian male to take you?” Xavir purred.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked, looking away.
“Terribly so,” Xavir said. “I could see the hunger in your eyes the moment I met you.” He grinned. “So, please allow me to fulfill your fantasy.”
Without warning, Xavir flipped me over and pushed me down doggy style. With one thrust, he filled me up from behind, his cock sliding into my gaping hole. The alien held my hips, pushing in and out with total disregard of my surprised gasp.
“Xavir!” My eyes rolled back, and I
struggled to breathe. Stars blurred my vision as I climaxed again, shaking in his grasp.
Xavir grunted, and I felt a hot surge of liquid enter me and drip down my legs. He caught me before my legs gave out. He carried me to the bed before pulling his pants back up.
“Oh my God,” I sighed, wiping sweat from my forehead. Xavir’s alien cum was still dripping out of me.
“Don’t worry, that was not for mating, only pleasure,” Xavir said with a cocky grin.
My eyelashes fluttered. I eased up onto my elbows so I could get a better look at him. “That was amazing.”
“Everything your human heart wanted?”
“Better,” I said without hesitation.
Xavir gently pushed the hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. His fingers brushed my skin, and he jolted, seeming mildly alarmed.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Fine,” he said quickly. “Don’t worry, Rianne, just rest.”
Chapter 6
I was in heaven. Was there anything better than being held in the muscular arms of a Zexian warrior? If there was, I couldn’t think of it.
Xavir’s quarters were spacious, for being on a ship. There was a full-sized bed, two-seater table, some comfortable chairs, and a washroom with stainless steel finishes.
Xavir was already dressed and working when I came out of my blissful daze. “Hello again, Rianne,” he said.
I bit my lip. “Come back to bed?” I asked.
“If I come back, you might not be able to walk for a few days.”
“A risk I’m willing to take,” I giggled.
“I’d love to, but we have something to talk about.”
My mouth went dry. “What do you mean?” I stammered.
“The shuttle back to Earth has arrived, and it leaves in one hour,” Xavir said.
Cold dread clamped around my heart. “Oh, I see.” All of the joy was sucked out of me in an instant. I knew I had to go back, I wasn’t a Tribute. I had no business staying on the Zexian mothership or sleeping in the bed of a Zexian warrior. I was plain and ordinary. This was a surreal dream that had to end eventually.
Xavir watched me steadily. “Rianne?”
“Huh?” I perked back up. “Oh, right. Yeah, I suppose I should get ready.” I scooted to the end of the bed and pulled on the white robe. My shredded clothes wouldn’t be going back to Earth with me.
Xavir seemed hesitant, but he nodded. “Let me get you something appropriate to wear.” He disappeared from his room and came back a short while later with a black bodysuit in a plastic package. He handed it to me.
My fingers brushed his skin, and I felt a jolt of desire. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to sink into him and never let him go. I pulled away quickly. “Thanks.”
The awkwardness settled over us.
“Rianne,” he said.
I looked up from the edge of the bed. “Yes?”
“I…” Xavir paused. “I’m sorry that you got caught up in all of this.”
I looked down at the plastic covering, smoothing it with my fingers and feeling the thick plastic against my fingers. “Me too,” I said softly.
Xavir held his breath as I let the robe fall to the floor.
I wasn’t trying to seduce him, I just wanted him to know what he was losing. Maybe there would be a way that we could be together? No, that was crazy. Then why was I standing here naked? I scrambled to open the plastic and slipped into the body-hugging fabric. It was a full-length bodysuit with long sleeves and a zipper up the front.
“You look good. But, better naked,” Xavir said with a smile.
“Thanks,” I giggled. The fabric was light but warm, perfect for running around in an overly airconditioned mothership like this one.
A buzzer rang out through the ship, and the atmosphere sobered.
“That’s the warning for the crew that a shuttle is going to leave,” Xavir told me. “Come on, we need to get you there.”
“Right,” I said softly.
I followed the Zexian out of his quarters, finding the corridors bustling with life. Aliens pushed left and right, many of them holding things to be mailed or sent back to Earth. It wasn’t very often that a shuttle came to the mothership.
Xavir took my hand and led me through the narrow halls. “We’ll take the back way,” he said to me over his shoulder. He turned left quickly, slipping past a Zexian pushing a cart of supplies.
We were in the service corridor. The silence was a stark contrast to the mayhem we’d just escaped. The walls were not gleaming white and steel, it was cramped and cold.
“This isn’t the scenic route, but it will be faster,” Xavir said.
I held tightly to his hand, letting him pull me where we needed to go. I felt numb inside, knowing that I was literally less than an hour away from losing all of this forever. Ever since I was little, I’d been obsessed with the Zexians, and now it was flashing before my eyes.
We stopped at a metal door. “Are you alright?” Xavir asked.
I nodded half-heartedly.
“No, you’re not. What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing we can solve right now,” I said.
Xavir held my shoulders, positioning me to look up at him. “You don’t want to leave, do you?” he asked.
Everything hit me then. I burst into tears. They weren’t graceful, refined tears either; they were huge, ugly tears. “No!” I sobbed.
Xavir wrapped his strong arms around me. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. You’ve been marked as my Tribute. We should have never laid together.”
My shoulders shook. I sniffed, trying to get a hold of myself. “Marked?” I asked.
Xavir reached behind my hair and lifted it out of the way. His fingers brushed a spot behind my ear. “Here, you’ve been marked. Your body reacted to mine, and now, we’re bonded.”
I wiped tears from my face. “You mean, what I’m feeling now…” I trailed off.
“This is a result of the marking. I never meant for this to happen, but it seems that we’ve been mated as a pair.”
I nearly fainted. I would have fallen over if he hadn’t been holding me. “What do you mean, mated?” I gasped, although I already knew what he meant. His body had bonded with mine as if I were a Tribute.
“I’m as shocked as you are,” Xavir admitted. “Normally, it takes a lot more than one session. Our time together was only supposed to be for pleasure. But our bodies were made for each other.”
I blinked. “Then, don’t make me go home,” I said.
Xavir flinched. “Don’t you know that no Earthlings are permitted to live here unless they are taken as Tributes?”
“But I was taken, by you,” I stressed.
A buzzer rang out again. The tone was different, and the beat was quicker.
“The shuttle is going to leave soon,” Xavir said. “Come on.” He opened the metal door, which served as an entrance to the shuttle bay.
The cold air hit me. It was an enormous airlock, buzzing with activity. The shuttle was parked and being loaded up with supplies and mail bound for Earth.
My heart hammered in my chest. No, this wasn’t happening. How could Xavir tell me that I (ME! The junior copyrighter!) was his fated mate and then say I had to go back. This was surreal. My mind was spinning as I tried to comprehend what he was saying to me.
“What?” I asked, looking up.
“I would never have guessed it would be like this,” Xavir said. He held my hand as we walked through the shuttle bay. “But you need to go home. I have a job, and you have a life on Earth.”
I almost cried. Yes, I had a life, but one that felt barely more than meaningless half the time. “Xavir,” I tried. “I don’t want to leave you.” The words came rushing out. “If I’m your mate, then it’s meant to be.”
“You’re just in shock, you’ll feel better once you’re back on Earth,” Xavir pressed. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Xavir!” I protested.
“No, please, Rianne. I
’m doing this for your own good,” The Zexian said. His golden eyes looked at me desperately. “I need to take care of my mate.”
I pulled out of his grasp. “By sending me back to Earth?”
“By sending you home!”
“Maybe I’d rather stay here with you!” I shouted. “Ever think of that?”
“The mothership won’t return for another year,” Xavir said. “You’ll be stuck here with me.”
“I can’t think of anything I’d want more,” I said, lust rippling through my words.
Xavir met my eyes. His dark tongue flicked out over his bottom lip as he thought about what I said. “Rianne,” He started.
“Captain!” A voice shouted. “What the hell is that?”
Xavir and I looked over, watching an older Zexian running towards us. He seemed important, judging by how he was dressed. His violet skin had gone lighter with age, and his face was wrinkled.
“Sir.” Xavir released me and stood at attention.
“Why this human here, and why is she with the head of security?” The old alien asked. He squinted at me.
“I was just returning her to Earth,” Xavir responded, his eyes straight ahead.
I growled under my breath, wanting to say something. Anything I did now would get him in more trouble, but I didn’t want to go back. “Xavir,” I hissed.
Xavir ignored me. “She was found in the shipment, a misunderstanding, I’m sure. So she will be returning to Earth on the shuttle,” he said.
No. I wasn’t going back. I was not going to miss out on my chance of true love, or true mates, as they called it. There was no way in hell that I could sit and work as a junior (maybe senior if I got that promotion) copywriter for the rest of my life, knowing what I knew now. Xavir had shown me real pleasure, real adventure, real excitement. For the first time in my life, I felt alive.
I ran.
Chapter 7
I ran as fast as I could.
Maybe it was a stupid thing to do, but it felt like the right thing to do at this moment. My bare feet slapped against the cold floor as I weaved in and out between vehicles and aliens, pumping my legs as fast as possible.
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