by Luna Hunter
Tyr shakes his head. “It’s too risky. I might as well broadcast our location. I have to assume Gorgi is watching every com-channel. No, tomorrow, we take the fight to him, and end this, once and for all.”
He sits down next to me, resting his large hand on my knee. I curl up against him. Yesterday, our situation seemed hopeless, and now things are, tentatively, looking up.
“I think this calls for a toast,” Mark says, and he returns with a bottle of champagne and three glasses.
“Is that real champagne?” I ask. “That’s worth a fortune!”
“I can’t think of a better time,” he says as he pops the cork. Soon we are clinking our filled glasses together and taking sips.
The drink is bubbly, sweet and dry. Perfect. I love the way it feels against my tongue. Tyr makes a face, frowning at the fizzling drink.
“What is this?” he says.
“It’s a human delicacy,” I explain.
“Hmf,” he snorts.
“Mark, do you have some tomato juice for mister grumpy over here?” I tease.
Tyr perks up. “You have toh-mah-toe juice?”
“Uhm, no,” Mark says, befuddled. “Sorry.”
Mark’s wrist-com beeps, interrupting our moment. “I have to go,” he says, frowning. “Some kind of issue with the shuttle. Sorry, duty calls.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I say.
“Make yourself at home,” he says. “I’ve prepared the guest room for you two. I’ll be back later, I have no idea how long this is going to take.”
He takes off, leaving us two alone, drinking champagne in front of the fireplace.
Could be worse.
“What’s on your mind?” Tyr says.
I sigh. Where to begin? What was it that Tyr said? Offense is the best defense? Might as well just throw it out there.
“What do I mean to you?” I ask.
Tyr raises his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“This,” I say, pointing to us both. “What does it mean to you?”
“Everything,” he growls, staring right into my eyes, his autumn-colored eyes flickering.
My heart skips a beat. I didn’t expect him to be so… direct.
“I barely know a thing about you, or your people, your culture, your customs,” I ramble. I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m trying to find a fault, a way out, a figurative chink in his armor. The alternative, that he loves me and wants to grow old with me, is almost too scary to face.
I’m a reporter, I’m married to the job. At least, I was. I’ve never met the right man, and I had kind of put the thought of raising a family out of my head.
And now this alien warrior is telling me I mean the world to him?
“You can learn,” Tyr says. “I can tell you about all of these things. I don’t understand. Do you not feel the same way?”
The sad look on his face nearly makes my heart break. Of course I feel the same, you silly bronze man.
“I do,” I say. “I do. It’s just… I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Of losing you. Of putting myself out there. Of being vulnerable.”
Tyr grabs my hand, interlocking my fingers with his. “Kaitlyn,” he says, his voice low. “You are the strongest human I know. You have nothing to fear.”
A warmth spreads throughout me as he talks. The flames of the fireplace flicker and light up his bronze skin, making it appear to glow golden.
“I will stay by your side. This, I promise.”
A single tear rolls down my cheek. No man has ever talked to me like this.
He wipes the tear away, his palms resting on my cheeks, his eyes searching for mine. I could stare into those cinnamon-colored eyes of his forever. He pulls me close, his lips envelop mine, and I surrender myself to him – completely.
I straddle his lap, his hands now roaming down my back, my heart going a million miles a minute. He holds me up by my thighs as he stands up, effortlessly carrying me to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss for even a second.
I love the way he makes me feel as light as a feather.
He throws me down on the bed, and seconds later, he’s stripped off his armor.
I can’t help but stare, every single time I see him in his all his naked glory. And glory is definitely the right word for it. Every single line of musculature is perfectly defined, like he was carved out of granite.
He tears my clothes off, throwing them every which way, as if he couldn’t stand to see me clothed for another second. His eyes drink in my naked form and flicker with lust, and his cock responds accordingly.
I reach out for him, my fingers circling his girth. His member throbs in my hand, and he groans as I work his length. I need two hands to do it properly – it’s a miracle he even fits inside me, but our bodies seem to made for one another.
I want to taste him.
I flick out the tip of my tongue, dragging it across the head. His entire body trembles with pleasure, and I love it. My mouth engulfs him, and I feel his hardness pulse against my tongue. His taste is sweet. Intoxicating.
His fingers work their way into my hair as I bob my head up and down, picking up speed as I go, his groans getting louder and louder. I feel his cock swell, and I know what’s coming.
He fires his hot load with a thundering roar, and I swallow. It’s warm, sweet and delicious.
His knees buckle, and he wipes the sweat off his brow with his underarm. I love how I’m the only one who can make this formidable warrior weak at the knees. I smile seductively up at him, lying down on my back, as if to say, you’re next, big man.
“You’re amazing,” he growls. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
Teasingly, I lick my lips. I can be a bad girl when I want to be.
He pushes my knees open and dives head-first between my legs, like a man possessed. It tickles, and I try to close my thighs, but he’s having none of it. His expert tongue drags up my seam, finding my throbbing clit, aching to be touched, with ease.
I can’t suppress a moan as his tongue flicks against my most sensitive part, each lick bringing me more and more pleasure. My hands grab the sheets and my toes curl up as my orgasm comes ever closer. I don’t know how he does it, but Tyr manages to make my writhe in pleasure at the slightest touch, as if he has the keys to my body.
“Come for me,” he growls. “Let go.”
With a load moan I do exactly that – my hips bucking against my will. A man from the stars holds me tight and kisses me, and soon, stars are all I see. I try to squeeze my thighs together, but his grip is too strong. He holds on, planting kisses all over, and my entire body trembles as pure bliss radiates outwards from my core, reaching every corner of my body.
When I open my eyes again a minute later, Tyr is watching over me, his fingers running across my naked skin.
“Are you alright?” he asks with a cocky smirk.
I shut him up with a kiss, wrapping my legs around his waist. He reaches down and adjusts his member, and one thrust later, he’s inside of me – every last inch of him.
A wanton moan leaves my lips, and he groans in unison with me as he builds a rhythm, his hips moving against mine. I’ve never felt so well-filled and well-loved than at this moment, our bodies moving as one, our souls entwined. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, running my tongue across it as he pounds into me.
His bronzed body is covered by a thin layer of sweat, the sounds of our lovemaking reverberating off the walls. He groans into my mouth, and soon, I feel him swell up inside of me.
“Do it,” I moan. “Fill me.”
With a deafening roar Tyr comes inside of me. I feel his cock pulse as his hot load fills me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, intent on keeping him inside of me for as long as alienly possible.
This is what we were both made for.
He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily into my neck, and I run my hands down his broad back. He kisses my neck and nibbles at my earlobe, and I close my eye
s, allowing myself to fully savor this moment for as long as it lasts.
8
Tyr
I wake up the next morn with Kaitlyn’s naked ass pressed against me. I kiss her neck, drinking in her scent, and she pushes back against me. A moment later I’m inside of her, and we continue right where we left off last night.
Hell of a way to start the day.
I get up for a glass up water, and the house is quiet. Almost eerily so.
“Mark? You in?” I ask.
No response.
I walk into the living room, where Mark’s desk-com is flashing incessantly. An urgent message, it seems. I turn the screen on, and instantly drop the glass of water, shattering it on the hardwood floor.
“Kaitlyn,” I yell. “You’re going to want to see this.”
She glides into the room, the sheets wrapped around her naked frame like a toga, her hair all messy and tangled. She looks perfect, and I want to do nothing more than carry her back to bed, but unfortunately, that’s no longer an option.
“What’s wrong?” she asks when she sees my frown.
I tap a button and the holo-message plays.
The holographic images of Senator Gorgi and Bennet Davenport fill the room, with three prisoners kneeling in front of them. Kaitlyn clasps her hands in front of her mouth when she recognizes them.
From left to right, it’s Mark, Emma, and Karen.
They’ve got all three of them, somehow.
“Oh my god,” Kaitlyn gasps, “how?”
“Tyr, ” Gorgi says in his slithering voice. “You’ve had quite a run, but the game is over. Come here and surrender, or your friends here will discover what the infamous Suncleaver tastes like.”
He waves a golden sword in his hand – my sword.
“You have 6 hours.”
The message cuts out, leaving us standing in darkness.
“That’s it then,” I say. I head back into the bedroom to strap my armor back on, when Kaitlyn stops me, pushing her hands against my naked chest.
“What are you doing?!”
“Surrendering,” I say.
“B-but,” she stammers. “You can’t!”
“Enough people have died for me already.”
Kaitlyn swallows the lump in her throat, a frantic look in her brown eyes. It kills me to see her like this.
“No, but… I thought you’d have a plan, or something!” Kaitlyn pleads.
I kiss the top of Kaitlyn’s head. “I’m happy you think so highly of me, but right now, we’re outmaneuvered. Saving Emma, Karen and Mark’s life is the most important thing right now.”
“What about me?”
“It’s me he wants,” I say. “I’ll make sure you’re unharmed.”
She fights back her tears, understanding the gravity of our situation.
“Okay,” she says. “If you think this is the right course of action.”
“I do.”
“Then I’m going with you.”
“You can’t—”
“You said you wouldn’t leave my side, so I’m not leaving yours,” she says defiantly. “Where you go, I go!”
She glares at me, her hand on her hips, a white sheet the only thing covering her naked form. There’s no changing her mind, and that’s one of the many things I love about her.
“Okay,” I relent.
Kaitlyn doesn’t even protest when I suggest we take Mark’s self-built ship, and I know how much she hates flying. That’s going to be quite an issue for a General’s mate… but that’s a problem for another time.
I punch in the co-ordinates for Gorgi’s hideout – an Arctic research station. The most inhospitable place on Earth. The two of us are quiet during our flight, our minds set on the meeting to come.
I do have a plan, but I haven’t shared it with Kaitlyn. I couldn’t. If she wasn’t hopeless, Gorgi could smell it on her, and he wouldn’t let down his defenses.
I just hope my men get the message in time.
“Well, well, well,” Gorgi says.
He’s smiling wide, baring his fangs, his lizard-like green skin hanging loosely off his small frame.
“Look at you now. The proud General Tyr, Slayer of the Emperor, Scourge of the High Command, Traitor of his people. Not so capable now, are we?”
“The only traitor in this room is you,” I growl. “Well, and him, too,” I nod towards Bennet Davenport.
The thin human smiles coldly, pushing a lock of dark hair out of his face.
“We simply understand politics,” Gorgi hisses. “Unlike you grunts. Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made. For the greater good.”
“The greater good of intergalactic war escapes me,” I say. “And I’m a general; I know much more about war than you ever will.”
The spherical room we’re in is entirely made of glass, providing a breath-taking view of the Arctic wastes. Outside a snowstorm rages, but it’s uncomfortably warm inside. I’m kneeling in front of him, Kaitlyn to my side, both our hands shackled. Gorgi thinks he has the upper hand. I want him to keep thinking that.
“Where are my friends?” I say. “That was the deal.”
“Consorting with humans, tsk tsk,” Gorgi says. “No offense, Bennet.”
Bennet shrugs, absent-mindedly playing with his silver gun.
“They’re safe.”
“I want to see them.”
“All in due time, General. Why the rush? The fun is only just starting.”
He runs his bony finger across the blade of Suncleaver, my trusted sword. Seeing him wield my clan’s weapon is offensive in too many ways to count.
“Is this the sword that slayed Emperor Qleiord?”
“You bet,” I growl.
And you’re next.
He stares at it in amazement, before placing the blade down on my shoulder.
“I could end your life right now,” he muses. “One stroke, and I could cut your head clean off.”
“You won’t,” I say. “First of all, you can barely lift the blade as it is. Second, you wouldn’t give me such a clean death.”
Gorgi smiles, licking his fangs. “Correct. Maybe you’re not quite as stupid as I thought. I have a much better use for you.”
The sliding door opens with a hiss, and four soldiers walk in, carrying a giant crate. I recognize the Zoran symbols instantly.
The Archer Cure.
“You recognize this?”
“You beast,” Kaitlyn spits suddenly. “Millions depend on that cure, and you’re turning it into a weapon?!”
“Ah,” Gorgi says. “It seems you two have been resourceful little bees, haven’t you? But yes, you are right. I’ve poisoned the ‘cure’. Millions will die, and humans will go to war with the Zoran. Bennet here will take his rightful place as leader of the Federation, while I will claim my rightful title as leader of the Zoran people. Emperor Gorgi. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you agree? Sometimes you need to give history a little push in the right direction. You understand, don’t you?”
“I understand you’re a psychopath,” Kaitlyn says. “You won’t get away with this.”
Gorgi laughs, a throaty, awful sound. “But I am! And now, you two are going to be part of history. You see, you’ll be the first live test subjects for the new and improved ‘cure’! If it works as intended, you’re in for a slow and gruesome death,” he cackles manically.
He opens the case and pulls out two syringes, a violet liquid inside of them.
“Prepare to die, my friends,” he says with a sickening smile.
A second later the glass dome shatters, shards flying every which way. The snowstorm instantly blows its way inside, the icy winds whipping me from every side, the thick flocks of snow hindering sight. Within the blink of an eye, it’s pandemonium.
A dozen Zorans drop in from above, every one of them armed to the teeth. I hear screams and guns rattling, but the sounds are quickly silenced as my highly-trained warriors disarm their opponents with lightning speed.
I stand up, tear
ing the shackles on my wrists clean off. I tell Kaitlyn to hide behind me, while senator Gorgi cowers in front of me, a look of horror on his face. He turns to flee, but he bumps into the broad, dark-blue chest of General Drax.
Drax. Of course he couldn’t resist the urge to drop in personally. He never passes up a moment to try and outshine me. We’ve competed all our lives, and are as close as brothers.
Am I glad to see him!
“Going somewhere, Gorgi?” Drax asks.
He lifts my sword off the floor with a flick of his foot, catches it in the air, and throws it over Gorgi’s head towards me. I catch it by its handle, and the weight feels right.
It’s good to have Suncleaver back where it belongs: in my hands.
Gorgi bears his fangs. His gaze shifts between the two of us, but even a man as thick as he must realize his situation is hopeless. No one’s getting away from General Tyr and General Drax.
Drax puts him in chains, and we drag him into the research station, away from the blistering cold.
“Remind me how many times I’ve saved your ass now?” Drax asks me, a cocky smile on his face. “Is it three or four?”
“I could have done this without you,” I growl.
Drax smirks. “Yeah, you were doing real hot before I dropped in. Letting your enemy poison you, now that’s a bold strategy!”
I hug my azure-colored friend. Our banter is all good-natured. “It’s good to see you, man.”
“Good to see you, too, Tyr. Really.”
“Don’t tell me you were worried about me?” I say teasingly.
“You dropped off the grid completely,” Drax says. “You could have been dead.”
I shrug. “Just come minor altercations, nothing I couldn’t handle.”
He looks at the dented state of my armor. “Doesn’t look so minor to me.”
“Tyr, he’s getting away!”
Kaitlyn’s screams pulls my attention away. Bennet Davenport rushes past, pushing Kaitlyn to the side. I swing for him, but he dodges my blow. I chase him down the many narrow, winding halls of the station. There’s nowhere for him to run, so I know exactly where’s he headed.
His hostages.