Blaze: A Firefighter Romance

by Lisa Lace

  "I asked for your oldest wine, and what do you give me? This tastes disgusting! Was this fermented from alien shit?" Vanessa snarled. She hurled the bottle at the attendant's head, who stepped aside as it flew past him. "You're lucky I'm feeling forgiving today..."

  Vanessa's diatribe cut short as a thunderous, earth-shaking force struck the spaceship, shaking the floor beneath our feet. I didn't know what it was. Meteorite? Missile? Who would want to shoot a ship full of human females? The incident was short and sweet, but the violent chaos that erupted after the collision seemed to drag on forever.

  I thought there was some disaster training before the vessel departed Earth, but I didn't pay attention to it. I was focused on meeting my sexy new alien husband. Now the cabin was full of the blood-curling shrieks of women and crew who saw their lives flashing before their eyes. I looked around for my new best friend, Cheyenne. I didn't want to die alone.

  The overhead lights started flickering, and I saw the fear on Cheyenne's face presented in snapshots. Her hand reached out to mine and our clammy fingers intertwined. Some other passengers had paid attention to their pre-flight instructions and we emulated them, moving forward and bracing our bodies for impact.

  I could feel a change in the way the shuttle was moving. We were going down. We must have been near a planet and gotten caught in its gravity well. The enormous, spinning hunk of metal was free-falling through the air. I was lucky to be strapped into my seat - the contents of my stomach started shifting as we helplessly let gravity have its way with our ship. I had the urge to vomit, but I was moving around so much I didn't even get the chance. I closed my eyes.

  Before I knew it, we hit the surface of the planet. The shuttle bounced along the ground before colliding into a large boulder, settling backward as its motion stopped.

  As soon as we hit the ground I had the urge to unbuckle myself and get away to safety. My eyes fluttered open slowly. My eyelids felt heavy, and my vision blurred with tears. I could hear and smell clouds of hissing smoke filling the air around me. Cheyenne's groans added even more to my unease.

  But Cheyenne wasn't the first thing I saw. As soon as my eyes focused on something, I realized I should have kept them closed. Vanessa wouldn't have the opportunity to scam TerraMates again. Her body was only inches away from my nose. Her collarbone stuck out from her neck at an odd angle, and her empty, glassy eyes stared me straight in the face.

  Before I had a chance to react, a blinding light shined into my face.

  "You're coming with me, human."

  Chapter Three

  LAZ

  I rolled over on my side. My pillow crumpled under the weight of my head. I was awake, but my pounding head and dry throat kept me from the physical act of actually getting out of bed. One of the privates had fiddled with the camp's particular heating system. As a result, my bunker was stiflingly hot and infested with flying pests.

  I expected incidents like this. Most of the privates were morons.

  My arms and calves were still sore from doing drills with the freshmen recruits. Despite my clear schedule tomorrow morning, I could not drift back to sleep no matter how hard I tried. I typically subsisted on four hours of sleep, so I was restless.

  A magfly flitted past my ear. It found a landing spot on my head and clung onto my earlobe. As I raised an open hand to swat it off my ear, I heard the groan of a sinking floorboard. I sat upright and swung my legs off the cot.

  My feet sunk straight into the worn insoles of my boots. I yanked on the pull-chain next to my cot. The lights switched on, filling the bunker with a pale yellow glow. I looked around the room. The file cabinets next to my desk were still intact, and the screen of my desktop was blank. I glanced to the left. The supply closet was bolted shut. My hand-held laser pistols were laid out on my nightstand where I had left them. I did a quick mental inventory of all the rifles hung on the wall.

  A slow creak sounded on my right. I suddenly noticed the front door was ajar and lightly swinging back and forth. I wasn't alone. I squared my shoulders and tentatively crossed the room. The door clicked as I pushed it back into place. That was my mistake.

  The next thing I knew, someone pulled a foul-smelling sack over my head. With my vision impaired and my oxygen supply threatened, my training only allowed me one course of action. I started swinging blindly at my attackers. I heard a loud crash. Was that the front door being kicked open? Footsteps stampeded in my direction, and my arms were pinned behind my back. Multiple hands knocked me off my feet. My body became suspended horizontally. I couldn't fight any longer as my assailants started carrying me away. Further struggling at this point would be futile. I needed to reserve my energy for later.

  Although my vision was impaired, it only heightened my other senses. From the fresh chill brushing against my arms, I knew we were behind the bunkers storing our tanks and shuttlecraft. The noise of boots crushing gravel was so crisp that it sounded as if someone was grinding herbs by my ear.

  They lowered my body to the ground so I was able to walk, but surrounded me so I could barely move. I marched forward cautiously, feeling a light poke on my right leg with every step. The frosty blade of a knife strapped to my ankle was my last chance of escape. If I could get to it, I would be home free.

  My kidnappers guided me into the back seat of a shuttlecraft. Until now, they had yet to slip up. They hadn't even spoken a single word. I supposed they were communicating with hand signals. Even though I was in a sitting position, I found it difficult to move my arms. Two massive bodies boxed me in on either side.

  The ground rumbled beneath my feet. I felt my body being pushed back as the shuttle lifted off the ground. The sack over my head made my nose itch, but I couldn't scratch it. I sat perfectly still for the duration of the ride.

  The first noise I heard was two beeps from the spaceship, indicating that we were beginning to descend. As the wheels of the craft deployed and we started rolling on the bumpy ground, I flexed my muscles. My legs clenched and I raised my heels off the floor. If an opportunity presented itself, I would be ready.

  I felt a breeze of fresh air as the door of the craft opened. My assailants ushered me towards the exit. But as I leaned forward in the doorway, I felt the beefy fingers around my arms loosen. Taking advantage of the moment, I fished out the knife from my ankle strap and lunged ahead. I collided into several of the attackers. Rolling out of the doorway, I yanked the sack over my head and tossed it aside, looking around wildly with my fist gripped around the handle of my seven-inch knife.

  "Whoa! Stand down! General – it's us!"

  Although it was nighttime, it was still bright. My eyes were used to looking at the inside of a hood. I blinked away the flashing spots inhibiting my vision. As my sight returned, I saw seven figures around me wearing the same gray army fatigues as myself. I lowered my weapon and raised my eyebrows, bewildered. One by one, the best of my front line infantrymen rose from the ground, rubbing their heads and rolling their necks.

  "What the hell is going on here?" I demanded, sliding my knife back into place.

  "I told you fools this was a bad idea. Surprise?"

  Sergeant Major Dallas, my right-hand man, stuck his neck out of the shuttlecraft. The Zagwog refugee loomed over the rest of the crew, retracting a pair of white wings into his back. His eyes became narrow, which only made his ice-white irises brighter in the dark of the night. Gnarled dreadlocks swung around his face as he shook his head. He strode toward me and handed me my coat. I slipped it over my black tank top and turned to look at the four-story building behind me.

  Booming, fast-paced music leaked out of the joint's closed doors. Wealthy men in striped mintchilla coats, ape-skin hats, and platinum chains around their necks filed into the entrance. On the rooftop, colorful spotlights projected onto the skies. I read the sign over the door.

  "Jewels?" I mused, frowning. "A strip club? Did you boneheads drag me out of bed for this?"

  "It's a gentleman's club," Kraig corrected. The Command
Systems Operator grinned, running a hand through the spiky strip of hair in the center of his shaved head. "We're all gentlemen, right? We thought we could surprise you. Now that you're tied down, we figured we'd throw you the bachelor party you never had."

  "Trust me, General," Maxwell, the Artillery Gunner, piped up. "I'm in here at least twice a week getting the VIP treatment. The girls here are unbelievable. They have the finest tits in town. I swear it on my Mama's grave."

  "I don't mean to be a buzz kill, but I'm not in the mood."

  "Come on, General," Maxwell pleaded. The other crewmen cried out with shared sentiments. "In all my years of service, I don't think you've ever been to a victory party. Not even the one after we busted the terrorists at Palace Square two years ago."

  "All right, all right. One drink," I conceded. Sighing, I fell to the back of the line as the eager soldiers paraded into the club.

  "King Jacquim and Princess Ayala send their blessings," said Dallas, walking next to me. "He booked us a private room, complete with bottomless drinks at the wet bar."

  "He didn't have to do that. Thanks for planning all of this. I appreciate it."

  "It's our pleasure, brother. I know this isn't normally your scene, but I'm sure you'll find a way to make it through this torture."

  The club was thick with scented mists and pink fog. There was a long phallic-shaped stage in the middle of the room. A voluptuous Maztek woman with bright orange hair suggestively pressed her back against the pole. Her nipples peeked out from the top of her tiny green bikini. With one hand clasped onto the pole, she cupped her other hand around the side of her breast. She massaged her cleavage, exploring the curves of her body to the intense beat of the song playing overhead. As she danced, the hungry men around her repeatedly threw credits in her direction.

  We headed for more illicit pleasure. I followed my men to the back of the seedy establishment. Save for a quizzical few, most of the clientele had their eyes glued onstage and paid no attention to the party of guffawing soldiers. I nodded at the pretty-faced cocktail waitresses staring at us. A blushing waitress wiggled her red eyebrows at me as she held open the door to our VIP room. I winked at her, thanking her softly as I shut the door behind me.

  The private suite had a tenfold increase in sterility and swank. A fully-stocked bar sat next to the plush, velvet couches. Three soundproof rooms were cordoned off behind red curtains. A dressed table filled with a bounty of roasted meat platters, sabertooth hog sandwiches, and desserts was pushed up against the wall. As a pudgy bartender entered the room and shuffled behind the bar, my men attacked the table of food head-on and started talking immediately.

  "Hey, General! Try one of the bluebird drumsticks. They're juicier than that orange-haired stripper's tits."

  "Nice. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I replied, suppressing a grin. I grabbed a skewer and headed for the bar. "I need a drink. You kids have fun."

  A few minutes later, six women entered the room. A sketchy individual with the brim of his hat pulled over his eyes followed suit. He carried various sound equipment under his arms. As the man set up his music booth, the women began pairing off with my boys.

  A cute stripper with a short, triangular haircut and rows of hoops on both her ears squeezed into the gap next to me. Her short silver skirt barely covered her round ass cheeks. I tried to keep my eyes facing forward, but the tempting line of her bouncy cleavage was distracting.

  "General Lazarus?"

  "Can I help you?"

  "No, but I know I can help you," she whispered sultrily. She wrapped her slender fingers around my wrist. "Why don't you come with me?"

  "I'm flattered, but no thanks. Why don't you go ahead and take Maxwell?"

  "No can do, sir!" Maxwell interjected, sounding smothered. He pulled away from a pair of oiled breasts, taking a breather from his motorboating. His stripper squealed gleefully. "I'm a little busy here! Go on, sir. You'll be in good hands with Trixie."

  "Come on, General. I promise I won't bite."

  I allowed Trixie to lead me away as my men whooped in the background. We headed into one of the sequestered rooms. The VIP room for VIPs, I supposed. She gently pulled me until I was sitting on the edge of the only chair. Trixie called out a command, dimming the lights and firing up the sound system at the same time. The trippy bass line of a sizzling instrumental started to play softly. She said something else and a single spotlight turned on, illuminating the floor in front of me. Swallowing, I rested my palms on the armrests.

  Trixie positioned herself under the spotlight. She lowered her glistening eyes as a coy smile spread on her violet lips. Slowly, Trixie relaxed her body, swaying her hips. Running her fingers across the top of her dress, she pulled it down slightly, showing me a glimpse of her ample cleavage. Her natural brown skin looked smooth, and I wanted to touch it.

  She kicked off her heels one at a time, whirling around slowly to make sure I could see every part of her body. With her ass jutting forward, she dipped her head between her legs. The hem of her skirt was raised midway, exposing a black thong wedged between her meaty cheeks. I gritted my teeth, fighting the carnal urge to reach out and give them a good spanking.

  Knowing she had my full attention, Trixie wiggled her ass. She stood up straight and bit down on her lip. Her eyes locked on mine. As she glanced back at me, she lifted an open palm and smacked herself hard. It was like she could read my mind. The clothing around my crotch tightened at the sound of the hard slap. I felt movement between my legs when I saw the light pink flush across her quivering ass cheeks.

  "Can I tell you a secret, General?" She turned back to face me as she slowly unzipped her dress on the side.

  "By all means," I croaked.

  "I love dancing for a man in uniform."

  I spread my legs, settling against the back of my chair for the first time. Trixie's dress dropped to the floor, gathering around her ankles. She was wearing a complicated web of latex lingerie and looked stunning. I felt like I was losing control of my eyes as they ate up every inch of her hot little body. Two black strips barely covered her nipples, which highlighted the immense size of her tits. Two crisscrossing layers of cloth covered her cute snatch, revealing the vibrant dye on her trimmed pubes around the edges.

  She reached to the side for a tube of perfumed oil and unscrewed the top. Drizzling the thick amber liquid onto her body, she rubbed the oil over her arms and legs. She started fondling her breasts with her slick fingers, easing the latex strips off her nipples. Her nipples were perkier than I had pictured them. By now, my cock was fully erect. Its tip prodded against the crotch of my pants.

  Trixie danced around me, placing her chin on my shoulder. She hooked her arms around my neck, sliding her hands down my chest. Undoing the front of my jacket, she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

  "Do you know what I find hotter than a man in uniform? When the guy isn't aware of how unbelievably sexy he is."

  She slipped one hand under my black tank top, feeling the grooves of my stomach. As my shoulders tensed up, sweat started to form on the back of my neck. She began to fumble with the waistband of my pants. My heart drummed against my chest. I could feel her warm fingers inching lower and lower.

  As she dragged her hot tongue behind my ear, my eyes glanced at the floor-length mirror across from me. It was like watching myself star in a porn video. For a split second, I considered yielding to my base instincts, and letting myself sit back while she played with my engorged cock. I watched as she unlaced the bow on her hip. The moist strips over her pussy began to loosen.

  It was too much. "That's enough, Trixie," I announced gruffly, awkwardly rising from the chair.

  "Where are you going? I'm just getting started here."

  Buckling up the front of my coat, I extracted a folded bill from one of my pockets and left the tip on the chair. I headed toward the exit, clinging to one side of the curtain like it was a shield. Taking note of the disappointed sigh behind me, I turned back to Trixie.
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  "It's not you. You're beautiful. Have a good night."

  When I left, I made sure the curtain was closed again so Trixie could get redressed.

  "That was quick!" Maxwell boomed from across the room. "You know you can have Trixie for another twenty-five minutes, right?"

  "I bet he didn't even finish. The General's bride isn't here yet, but she's already got him whipped. Must be some broad, huh, sir?" Jarrod, our Sniper Scout, joked.

  I shrugged at my men, double-tapping my elbow at them. I needed a drink. I exchanged pleasantries with the bartender and ordered a bitter ale. The bartender slid a frosted mug of fizzy, dark green liquor across the counter. As I caught it smoothly with my right hand, Dallas appeared at my right side.

  "Pay them no mind, Laz." Dallas leaned his elbows against the counter and took a swig from his glass. "They're just messing around. There's nothing wrong with wanting to settle down. It gets lonely out here."

  "I hear that."

  "Tell me about this girl, Gabriella. Do you really think she's your naima? A human?"

  My shoulders rose up defensively at the mention of the word. I looked around me to make sure the rest of the men were out of earshot. I would never allow the other subordinates to cross the barrier into my personal life, and I didn't want to appear weak. Even though I would die before admitting it, I was in search of my naima like everyone else. I didn't know if she was Gabriella or not.

  At this point, I had made my peace with the fact that I could potentially never find my naima. I didn't know what had compelled me to place a bid on her in the first place. All I knew was that I needed to see her again. It felt right.

  "You never know. There's a first time for everything, right?"

  My words trailed off as I glanced at the screen on the wall. The game of Krog-ball was interrupted by an emergency news broadcast. Flashing headlines scrolled under the solemn-faced reporter.

  "This just in. Under Synic's command, the Xylox army has shot down shuttle Alpha-912, transporting brides from Earth to Maztek. Eight human brides and ten crew member perished in the crash. Xylo soldiers have taken control of the site of the accident. They are holding the remaining brides and crew members as hostages."