Brocke: Alien Warlord's Conquest (Scifi Surprise Pregnancy Alien Military Romance)

by Vi Voxley

  Okay. Good. That is good.

  Before Cora could say anything, the warlord went on.

  “It’s good to hear you say that,” he said.

  “What?” Cora asked, smiling shyly. “Speak total nonsense? Tell you rumors I’ve heard of your people?”

  “Express natural fears,” Brocke corrected, clearly amused, but then he turned serious. “They are the things you would worry about. I’m glad you are better. When I saw you in that pool of blood…”

  He trailed off, and Cora realized she’d given him quite a scare. The hard lines and the expression on Brocke’s face told her the whole story.

  “I’m okay,” she assured him, seeing the way the warlord relaxed a little. “But you said we can’t stay here. Why not? This is the Citadel. I’m sure you’re welcome here as the chieftain’s son. I could heal up a bit and –”

  Brocke’s face twitched to a mask of fury, but he calmed himself visibly.

  “The fortress isn’t the problem,” he said. “We could stay as long as we pleased, but we need to find Condor. You can take a day to rest, but then we need to leave. There have been reports of abductions. Condor is planning something big, and he can’t succeed in whatever atrocity his sick mind has conjured up.”

  “I understand,” Cora said at once, terrified that she’d be left behind. “I just need a bit of sleep, and I’ll be good to go.”

  To her surprise, Brocke didn’t argue. Not that Cora wanted him to leave her alone, but so far the guardian had been very protective of her.

  The explanation wasn’t one she’d expected.

  “I hope so,” Brocke said darkly. “I don’t dare to leave you here. Not even the Citadel is safe from Condor’s taint. If the chieftain were here, it would be different. But I can’t take risks with you. It only takes a single traitor. I have been away from here too long. I no longer know the men in charge here, which means I don’t trust them.”

  The happy feeling of safety burst inside her, but Brocke hastened to comfort her.

  “We are fine for now,” he assured Cora. “Until you’re with me, nothing can hurt you. I might not know the warriors here, but they certainly know me. I would like to see a man in the service of my father who chooses to face my wrath for a cowardly bastard like Condor.”

  Brocke’s deep voice sent a shiver down Cora’s spine. She looked at the warlord, the most gorgeous and the most powerful man she’d ever seen. It was completely ridiculous how he had managed to make her world turn around him without even trying. The second Cora was out of immediate danger, her mind returned to Brocke and the images her body was parading before her eyes almost non-stop.

  The desire he’d lit in her was getting harder to fight by the second.

  Cora wondered if Brocke knew that. Judging by the smirk on his lips, possibly.

  She frowned, refusing to make herself such an easy prize, even if they both knew Cora had lost that fight a long time ago.

  “Is there somewhere I could work?” she asked, seeing the surprise in Brocke’s eyes.

  “You need rest,” the warlord said at once. “I will take you to the rooms prepared for us as soon as you can walk.”

  For us. Not for me or him. For us.

  The possibilities and implications were making it very hard for Cora to think about anything else but Brocke, but she pushed through the lust threatening to blind her in its intensity.

  The damn stimulants or whatever the heck they injected me with. I think my body is getting the wrong idea from them.

  “I can walk,” Cora said out loud, slowly getting up. “If we’re going to leave soon, I should exercise my limbs a bit.”

  And I can definitely think of a few ways to do that, her mind provided.

  Cora almost rolled her eyes at herself, but the truth was it was getting increasingly harder to fight down the urges. Her pussy was wet; Cora could feel how her panties grew moist just by looking at Brocke. The sheer power of him dragged her in like the guardian had a gravity she couldn’t fight.

  “You shouldn’t exert yourself,” Brocke argued.

  Cora leaned on his hand, suppressing a shiver when she felt his strength hold her up easily. They began to walk away. Cora knew she didn’t really need that much support, but being near Brocke was nice, and she thought it would have been odd if they’d simply held hands.

  “I’m not going to wrestle anything,” she went on, grinning. “I think it’s fine if I just sit and rest but run my programs in the meanwhile. I’m sure I can access the Militant’s mainframe here and enter these latest abductions into my program. It found Condor once. I can do it again.”

  To that, Brocke said nothing. Cora supposed it was difficult to argue with their ultimate mission. Instead, the warlord nodded, his bright blue eyes never leaving her as they walked through the halls of the Citadel.

  Cora swore to herself that she’d come back one day to properly witness the glory of the mountain-fortress. She’d heard of the place before, of course, but never imagined it would be everything the rumors said and more. The Citadel was beautifully carved within a mountain, a gigantic hollow cone so large it was hard to see the other end of the floor they were on.

  There were ships flying inside the Citadel, and if Cora wasn’t mistaken, there was still work going on to expand the fortress deeper into the ground far down below them.

  Yet she only had eyes for Brocke.

  For fuck’s sake, Cora thought, embarrassed despite herself for sneaking glances at him. I’m pregnant with his child, I shouldn’t be so damn awkward around him.

  It didn’t make it any easier to think that. Brocke was simply a force of nature, and as hard as she tried, Cora couldn’t make herself believe that he was hers.

  On the other hand, it was also hard to ignore the way he looked at her. They might have been from different species, but some signals were universal to the bone. Cora saw the same desire reflected in Brocke’s eyes that burned in her.

  She wondered if she was going to get any work done that night.

  The quarters prepared for them were nice and cozy, much homier than Cora had presumed. She sat behind a desk to set up her programs, watching as the screen brought up their previous progress. A shudder went through her as the horrifying image of the drain appeared before her eyes.

  Cora entered the new information, watching as the lines and predictions changed. She was really proud of the program and hoped it would provide a lead for them again.

  It was hard to concentrate, however. Out of the corner of her eye, Cora saw Brocke undress. The warlord’s armor had gotten damaged when he’d protected her from blaster fire, and it was clear he needed a new one. He’d obviously put off dealing with it until she came to.

  As he discarded one layer after another, Cora found herself staring shamelessly.

  No court would convict me, she thought, ogling the perfect body bared to her piece by piece.

  It had occurred to her before that Brocke wasn’t simply stunning; he was the most magnificent man Cora had ever seen. Alright, the competition hadn’t been that great until she set foot on Gaiya, but Brocke made even other Corgan warriors look like children playing with swords.

  The warlord caught her staring.

  He dropped the last piece of armor on the floor unceremoniously, signaling that he had no more need for it. Brocke’s eyes were shining with an inner flame that was only waiting to consume Cora. She needed it, needed Brocke with every ounce of her being.

  “That program of yours,” the warlord said, walking to her with slow, measured steps. “Can it work without you keeping an eye on it?”

  Cora licked her lips, knowing exactly how desperate she had to look to him, but she didn’t care. She got up, letting her body do the answering for her.

  The last coherent thought in Cora’s mind was, Hey, at least I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant, right?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Cora

  I hope I remember everything this time.

  That w
as the only real thought echoing in Cora’s mind. The rest was feeling, touching, losing herself in Brocke’s embrace.

  The weird boosters in my bloodstream have to be at least a little responsible for this. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny, sexy as fuck warlords notwithstanding.

  Ultimately, Cora didn’t care. Even if it was all her, she was entirely willing to give in to the scorching lust engulfing her body. Her pussy was so wet for him, hungry for Brocke’s cock, his fingers, his tongue. Anything the warlord could think to give her Cora wanted.

  After the night they’d spent together she had been wrecked by regret. Cora didn’t wish it had never happened – on the contrary – she just wanted to experience it in full and keep the memories.

  Brocke was kissing her, his lips demanding and forceful, making her moan and grind herself against him. The warlord was all but naked, only the shirt and boxers he had worn under the armor still on. Cora tore at the cloth, signaling that she wanted it all away. She could feel Brocke laugh against her lips.

  “This seems a little unfair,” he growled, his voice sending shivers down Cora’s spine as he spun her around in his arms.

  Kissing her neck, Brocke started to undress her. Small whimpers escaped Cora’s mouth as Brocke’s fingers expertly untangled her blue uniform, letting it fall on the floor. He never stopped, and with every object of clothing he removed, Brocke’s actions became sharper and more passionate.

  In the end, Cora moaned loudly as he sucked on the delicate skin of her neck, ripping her bra away.

  She was going to tell him it had a latch, but Brocke simply tore it in two, groping her breasts as soon as they were exposed to him. Cora couldn’t utter a single word in protest, mostly because she didn’t want to. Her body was rubbing itself against the warlord’s without pause, feeling Brocke’s cock grow harder in his pants. It poked at Cora’s back, and she gasped, feeling the sheer size of it.

  As the previous time was a bit foggy in her mind, Cora honestly didn’t remember how a cock that huge even fit inside her. Her pussy throbbed at the idea, not hesitant in the slightest. Every inch of her wanted to try, needed to feel Brocke as deep in her as possible.

  Cora suddenly found herself stark naked in the arms of the most maddeningly hot man alive. She bit her lip when Brocke pushed one finger into her, twisting it in a way that made Cora squirm and her legs feel weak.

  “Now who’s being unfair?” she managed to moan, trying to wrap her fingers around his cock. “I want to touch you too. Brocke, I want to –”

  The guardian didn’t let Cora finish her sentence before throwing her on the bed. She laughed, crawling away from him with no intention of getting away. Cora watched, her mouth watering, as Brocke pulled the shirt away, revealing a chiseled chest and rock-hard abs, lined with ink, that made her want to trace them with her tongue.

  Then, Brocke pulled off his boxers, and for a long moment, Cora was left speechless.

  Brocke’s cock was as amazing as everything else about him. It was thick, long, and hard. Cora barely registered the moment when she crawled to the edge of the bed and took it in her mouth. She was brought back to reality only by Brocke’s long, low groan and his fingers in her short curly hair.

  The warlord guided her head as Cora sucked him, relishing the taste of him on her tongue. She could practically feel Brocke shake with lust as he thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth as gently as he could.

  After all, it was clear that Cora couldn’t take the entire length of his shaft in her mouth. She could barely wrap her lips around the head, fighting down the gag reflex as she took more of him in. Cora reached out one hand to support herself, but she couldn’t resist running her fingers along Brocke’s strong thighs, cupping his balls.

  The warlord grunted again, and his fingers in Cora’s hair tightened their hold. She could feel his cock throb, and a sudden thrust almost made her choke. Her body was tingling with excitement; the mere idea of having such a man at her mercy was an aphrodisiac like no other. But Brocke wasn’t about to let her have all the fun alone.

  With a clear sigh of regret, Brocke pulled back from her.

  “On your back,” he ordered roughly, and Cora obeyed without a second thought.

  Doing as he said just came so naturally. Brocke’s voice was made to command, and he used it as a weapon. Under normal circumstances, Cora would have minded being told what to do, but right there, it turned her on like nothing else ever had.

  She lay on her back, her hair falling over the edge of the bed as Brocke climbed on top of her, facing the other way. Cora realized what was going to happen, but the first sensation of the warlord’s tongue on her pussy still made her entire body tremble and a long moan escape her mouth.

  “Fuck yes,” she whispered. “That feels so good –”

  Brocke didn’t give her time to say anything else, lowering his head between Cora’s thighs and pushing his tongue into her. Cora screamed, dragging her nails down his thighs, making Brocke groan appreciatively. Her pussy clenched down on Brocke’s fingers as he entered two of them this time, making Cora writhe underneath him.

  It was hard to focus on anything else but the pleasure mounting in her pussy, but Cora was resolved to give back as good as she got. Brocke was kneeling on top of her, giving her the perfect angle to take his cock into her mouth again. As soon as Cora’s lips closed around his shaft, Brocke’s actions halted for a second.

  His tongue was on Cora’s clit, sucking and licking it into his mouth, while his fingers were deep inside her pussy, hitting the spot of pleasure to send waves of ecstasy through her body. In a second, the warlord resumed everything he’d been doing, and Cora grinned with glee. They were locked in a competition of pleasure now, trying to see who could drive the other out of their mind with lust first.

  Cora felt like she was at a terrible disadvantage. Brocke alone could have made her cum without ever laying a finger on her. His musky, deep voice was so sensuous that Cora could have listened to it forever.

  Her back arched when Brocke added a third finger, working her open for him. His cock was growing even harder in Cora’s mouth, making it difficult for her to get very far past the head.

  “I need you,” she pleaded, unable to take the torturous teasing much longer. “Brocke, please, fuck me, fuck me –”

  He heard. Rolling off her, Brocke turned himself around. He climbed back on top of her, nudging her legs apart. Cora spread them willingly, feeling her heart beat so fast she thought she was going to black out. The warlord kissed her, making Cora feel like she didn’t have any breath left in her lungs yet never wanting to stop.

  When Brocke entered her, his cock making way for itself, pressing the walls of her pussy to their limits, Cora moaned. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Brocke’s fiery sapphire eyes were watching her with such tenderness and passion she could barely comprehend it. Cora gasped for air, her hands fisted into the sheets, trying to hold on to her sanity when Brocke started moving faster as her body adjusted to him.

  The warlord’s body was hot and heavy on top of Cora, the hard muscles pressing against her soft skin. It was the most mesmerizing thing she’d ever seen, watching that divine body move in rhythm with hers. Cora arched her back, trying to give Brocke the best angle possible.

  “Fuck,” she whispered when the first rough thrust rocked her to her core. “More. Brocke, please, harder…”

  Her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Cora didn’t even realize what she was saying, but apparently she knew what she wanted very well. She saw Brocke grin before picking up the pace and leaning down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. Cora moaned, loving the way Brocke buried his hands in her hair, pulling at them, needing more of her.

  His sculpted abs felt amazing against Cora’s body. She had never experienced something like that before, being close to a man who seemed to personify physical perfection. Cora was torn apart by desires, wanting to take everything he gave her.

  His huge cock split her o
pen, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, making her scream and pull Brocke harder into her pussy. Cora wrapped her arms around him, holding on to the warlord for dear life as he pounded her into the bed.

  The way his cock disappeared into her pussy, faster every time until Cora could barely make out anything in the fog of lust that surrounded her, was driving her wild. Her body was trembling wildly, every nerve ending standing on guard for the amazing stimulation Cora was feeling. She wanted to close her eyes as much as she needed to keep them open to see everything.

  Blind, Cora was able to focus and concentrate on the feeling alone.

  Her pussy was struggling to take all of Brocke in, but that hardly bothered Cora. She loved the edge of pain to the pleasure, the way Brocke’s cock was claiming her. It felt like she was being split apart, but that was the way she wanted it. Brocke slammed her into the mattress, keeping up a ruthless pace that made Cora scream under the onslaught, but her cries were only begging for more.

  “Yes,” she whimpered, “oh fuck yes, there, don’t stop, god that feels so good…”

  Cora didn’t think she could hold on much longer, but Brocke kept her perpetually on the climb, never letting her reach the peak.

  It was maddening. The bed creaked and rocked under them as Brocke turned them around, forcing Cora on all fours. She only had a second to prepare before the warlord slammed back in and her scream filled the room.

  “YES!” she cried as Brocke grabbed a hold of her hips and pounded into her with reckless abandon.

  Cora’s mouth opened to tell him how much she loved it, but only hopeless cries emerged. She buried her face against the sheets to muffle her desperate cries, but Brocke pulled her back up by her hair. It hurt a little, but also made Cora shiver from head to toe, feeling as her orgasm approached.

  She had never thought she’d like rough treatment in bed, but the way Brocke was fucking her left Cora no doubt. She longed, needed to be claimed by him. Just as Cora had thought that, Brocke pulled her up to kneel in front of him for a second.