Jarick: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Warriors of Orba Book 2)

by Zara Zenia

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, after all you’ve done for me. You saved my life, Jarick and right now I don’t know how else to say thank you. All I know is that I want to give myself to you and show that I am so thankful. I love you and I want you to know it.”

  “I love you too!” I gripped her waist hard and pull her to me. “But I wasn’t sure that’s what it was. It felt so different than anything I’d ever felt. It wasn’t like a love we had back home, it was something more, something alive and raw!”

  We kissed hard and urgently with our tongues pushing into one another. I felt as though I couldn’t get close enough to her. I was tugging at her limbs, winding her arms around me but it still wasn’t enough. I need to be inside her and I knew she wanted that too. She was grunting as she pushed her body into me with her legs spreading wide as she climbed on top of me.

  “I need you so much!” she pinned my arms to the bed.

  For a moment I was unsure if it was ok. After all she had been through, I didn’t want her thinking that I was taking advantage of her. But as I looked into her vibrant eyes and felt the strength coming from her, I could feel that she knew what she wanted.

  “I wanna fuck you so hard,” she whispered into my ear. “I want to feel you deep inside me.”

  She lowered herself onto me, biting her lip as I entered her. Then I began to move inside her, churning clockwise around and around as her wetness dripped down my penis. I’d never felt her wetter and the more she moves herself up and down, the more her juices begin to flow. She was riding me hard, desperate for more.

  At last she released my arms and I reached up to hold her breasts. Squeezing them hard, I pulled them to my mouth and sucked on her nipples, running their hardness over my lips.

  “Oh fuck … I love watching you do that,” she moaned as she bounced up and down.

  As I watched her move to a steady rhythm, I felt as though I had found the perfect way to satisfy her. She loved to be in charge and I loved to watch her do it. She grinded her hips against mine and groaned loudly, a finger between her teeth as she tried to stifle a scream.

  “I’m coming already,” she moaned as she dug her nails into my chest.

  “Me too.”

  I knew it was not expected of an Orban to feel so sexually aroused, but in the moment I was so hard and excited that I felt I would ejaculate soon. And the more I watched her move, the closer I was.

  “I feel it approaching,” I clasped my hands to my head, my abs taut as I moved myself up inside her. “I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never—Oooooooohhhhh—Aaaaargh!”

  I roared as I ejaculated, my seed squirting inside her over and over again as my penis contracted. There was so much, it seemed endless with my sperm seeping out of her and running down onto the bed sheets. She orgasmed hard and fast the second she saw my cum spurt out of her, screaming and falling forward onto my chest as her vagina quivered and shook.

  “Oh … my God,” she breathed as she slid off my wet body. “I’ve never felt anything so intense before,” she took a sip of her beer.

  I listened to her speak but I was still in shock. I never knew my body could do something like that before and I suddenly realized why humans love to engage in sex so often, and why it’s at the center of all human culture. I even now realized why Benzen spent so much time with Allison. I’ve been missing out on so much!

  “Are you ok?” she prodded me. “You look like you’ve gone blind you’re just … staring and not blinking.”

  “I’m…”

  “Tired?”

  “Speechless.”

  The rain outside began to lighten up and the moonlight began to make its way through the clouds. It illuminated the bed for a moment, shining its white light onto Madison’s pale and perfect body. I could see her nipples were still erect. I wanted to reach out and touch them but I didn’t have the strength so I just watched her as she ran her hands through her hair.

  “You wanna join me for a shower?” she asked as she nodded her head toward the bathroom door.

  “Sure,” I heard myself say, although I was unaware of my lips moving.

  As she walked me to the bathroom, I still felt as though I was in a state of shock. She turned on the light and I blinked, still dazed after what my body had just experienced.

  “Are you sure you’re ok?” she waved a hand in front of my face. “You’re not talking; you’re just staring into space as though you’ve seen a ghost.”

  “I’m ok,” I answered as I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror.

  I looked like a lost child. It’s funny but also bizarre.

  “Here, let me switch on the hot water, try and spark some life into you.”

  The sound of the shower running reminded me of the rain outside and my mind transported me back to only a few minutes ago when I was lying on the bed with my body trembling in ecstasy. Madison opened the door and pulled me under the hot water.

  “Have I done something wrong?” she looked worried as our eyes met.

  “No!” I insisted.

  The heat of the water brought me back to my senses and I looked around the bathroom as though I was seeing it for the first time.

  “I’m sorry I’ve just never felt anything like that before. I didn’t even know my body was capable of such a physical feat.”

  Her smile was so wide that little indentations formed in her cheeks. It was adorable and I leaned over and kissed them. She tangled her arms around me and pressed her wet breasts into my chest.

  “There’s a lot more of that coming your way,” she smiled.

  We held each other tight below the hot flow of water. I felt her heart beat up close to me and I reveled in the feeling of having such a close connection to her. In that very second I felt like the luckiest person in the whole universe.

  “You know,” she looked up at me. “We’re going to be on the run our whole lives.”

  “As long as we’re together it doesn’t matter where we are,” I kissed her softly.

  She parted her lips to say something but there was a loud bang. Madison screamed. It sounded like a gunshot and we both spun around. But it was only Victorinth.

  “Sorry!” she ran over to us. “I didn’t mean to open the door like that, it slammed against the sink.”

  “What are you doing in here?” Madison grabbed a towel and covered herself before fleeing from the bathroom. “Why do you NEVER knock?”

  “I heard you making love,” my sister said casually as she followed her through to the bedroom.

  “So?” Madison flung up her arms.

  I also grab a towel and joined them both in the bedroom. Victorinth flopped down in the armchair and looked at me expectantly.

  “So, how was it?”

  “Get out!” Madison flung a pillow at her. “Jesus!”

  Victorinth hurried from our room laughing and screaming as she scrambled.

  “Ok, you need to have a word with her in the morning. No more asking us how sex is?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “I’m sorry. She doesn’t realize it’s such a sacred and special act. I’ll talk to her in the morning.”

  “Cool. Whatever.”

  I watched as she turned the television back on. I could tell she was angry and I sat down beside her.

  “I’m sorry,” she leaned her head on my shoulder. “It’s just all been so crazy and difficult.”

  “I understand. There’s no need to apologize … by the way, what is a ghost?”

  “Erm…” she struggled for an answer. “I’ll explain that some other time. No use making you worried about crap like that right now. Anyway…” a mischievous look came over her. “I wanna have some more fun.” She pulled my face to hers and kissed me. “Lock the door,” she tugged at my towel. “I think I’m ready for round two.”

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  Warriors of Orba Series:

  Benzen: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Book 1)

  Jarick: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Book 2)

  Bionic Outlaw’s Baby: A Secret Baby Sci-Fi Romance

  The Blue Alien’s Mate: A Sci-Fi Romance (Celestial Mates)

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  Benzen: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance

  I think it’s all working out with our escape plan, everything going as it should. I think so right up until the very last minute, when the engine fails. It comes as a violent shudder, the sound of metal crunching and stuttering, coughing like a dying old man before giving out completely. The next thing I feel is the terror inside my gut as we hit a speed I scarcely thought possible.

  We’re tumbling, flying, falling fast down to the nearest planet. I see it come closer, a glowing blue orb the color of lightning bolts and vegetation. For a moment, as we plummet down at breakneck speed, I wonder what the puffy, white substance is that caresses the atmosphere of the world we’re about to land on. I ponder it until we’re right in the middle of its softness and realize they’re clouds. They moisten the sides of the ship as we stab through them, a ball of mechanical fire falling to disintegration.

  The ground comes up fast, then faster, then faster still until I hold my breath, certain that we will crumble upon impact. Glancing around at my crew, I see them more terrified than I am. Victorinth, her eyes are ablaze in fear, her gaze following mine out the window as the ship falls sideways. She’s holding onto her seat, gripping it as though it’s the last connection she has to her life before it became a disaster, before we felt the fear of falling.

  Our eyes meet over the chaos, panic surging between us like a tangible energy. Horror is etched into Victorinth’s face, and I see her lips twitch as she tries to tell me something, but I don’t hear a word. All that enters my ears are the rapid sounds of the craft cracking up around me and the rush of air as it escapes through the gaps in the falling wreckage. It hits my face, cold and caustic, the force almost burning my skin.

  The last thing I see before we crash is a large building on the edge of a city. If I knew of its importance to the crew, I would have feared nothing, but in that moment, I’m stricken with an intense fear, one that grows the closer we get.

  It’s right before my eyes, the ground black with symmetrical white stripes, and it’s coming up fast. I resign myself to fate, it will swallow me up and I will live no more. There’s a crunch, Victorinth screams, and the crew falls into a mass of tangled-up terror as the ship splinters at the edges.

  Before the blackness arrives, I look up and see the large building beside us. There’s a sign on the wall in an alphabet I’m not familiar with.

  RICHMOND CITY MALL

  I squint in an attempt to decipher the symbols, but as I strain my eyes, shock takes over my body. Then, nothing but darkness.

  ***

  My eyes are stinging, blistering with the pain of unseen molecules. It would seem where we’ve landed has something in the air we’re not used to. It takes a few breaths to adjust to the light. It’s like nothing I’ve seen before. The sky is dark like the blackest onyx, but every now and again, items are illuminated, like buildings or vehicles of sorts. As I glance out the window, I can see there are various other crafts. Some are larger than others and in different colors, but they are mostly of similar length, or at least much smaller than our craft.

  “What are you looking for?” One of my team shouts from behind me.

  “I don’t know yet,” I answer. “I’m still figuring things out.”

  I see something move, another being. They’re tall, slender, ethereal, and calm as they walk across the space in front of me. I see them enter one of the vehicles, then watch as it disappears around a bend.

  “What was that? I hear something.”

  I can hear the team behind me spruce themselves up and get back on their feet.

  “Is anyone hurt?” I turn around to check everyone.

  They all look themselves over before shaking their heads.

  “I’m scared,” says the youngest, Victorinth.

  “Me too,” I admit. “But we’ll be fine if we stick together.”

  We all nod at one another to show we’re in agreement.

  “But what was that?” asked Victorinth again. “What was that noise?”

  She rushes to the window and looks out. Seeing nothing, she turns back around.

  “It was a craft,” I explain.

  “Like this one?” She runs to her brother, Jarick, and clings onto him.

  “No. It looks nothing like this one. It was smaller, much smaller, and did not leave the ground,” I explain.

  “It didn’t leave the ground?” Jarick asks, bewildered. “How strange.”

  I can see him churn the idea around in his mind, the cogs of his brain whirring as he tries to figure it out.

  “Then how did it move?” he finally asks.

  “With wheels on the ground.”

  “Like… What the primitives used back in the olden years?” He’s aghast.

  “Yes, something like that.” I look solemnly to the ground. “But never mind that. We have to formulate a plan for ourselves.”

  “Yes, you’re right,” Ethazol says, stepping forward. “We can’t stay here forever, we’re a sitting target.”

  “Always the sensible one,” I smile at him.

  Walking back over to the window, I look out once more for signs of danger. Every now and again, the beings pass by, but they don’t so much as look over at us. It confuses me.

  “I don’t think anyone can see us. Not the craft, anyway. It appears the body work done before takeoff works here too.”

  “You mean the diversion worked?” Jarick asks.

  “Yeah,” I keep my sight outside the craft. “We’re safe for now, I hope.”

  I’m so busy being lost in my thoughts that I don’t notice the human getting closer and closer until it’s too late. It’s striding purposely right to us, as though it doesn’t know we’re here. He’s walking briskly, so briskly in fact that it's only a few breaths until he’s right at the window.

  “Look!” I shout at the crew.

  They all huddle around the window and gasp as they see him approach, closer and closer until…

  “Argh!”

  We hear him yell. He’s walked right into our craft, his face crumpling against the metal fragments of our broken ship. He pulls away hurt. There’s a red substance coming out the center of his face. It trickles down into his mouth and covers his teeth.

  We all remain silent as we try to figure out what has happened. The human looks to be in a state of shock. He tries to walk again but once again he hits the window.

  “What the hell?” We hear him say.

  He takes a couple steps to the side and tries to walk again. Yet, just like before, he walks into the craft. He takes another couple steps to the side and repeats and still, he can’t get anywhere. I watch as a look comes over his face. It’s a look of terror, one that shows his ideas of reality tearing at the seams.

  “I almost feel as though I want to go out there and help him,” I say as I see him fail over and over again to get to where he’s going.

  “You’ll do no such thing.” Ethazol claps a hand to my shoulder. “We are in enough trouble,” he explains. “No use in complicating things.”

  Yet we watch enraptured for a long while as the man attempts to get around the ship. At one point, we watch him stop for a little while. He looks exhausted and just stands still, looking dow
n at his body. It’s then that he places a hand on his gut and then examines his fingers.

  “Oh my god…” We can hear him muttering through the walls. “What is this?”

  As we look at his hands, we see there is a peculiar green substance attached to his fingers. It seems as though his body has come into contact with our jet fuel, and we can only hope that he remains safe with the chemical on his body.

  “Don’t go out there, Benzen.” Jarick turns to me. “I know what you’re like. You want to help everyone, but right now you have to focus on just helping us get out of this ship and somewhere safe.”

  I nod.

  “Very well. It appears you know me too well.”

  We’re all silent for a moment as we contemplate what we have to do.

  “What were those things on his body?” Victorinth blurts out eventually.

  “I’m not sure,” I answer.

  “It looked like some sort of body armor, but not for combat,” she says as she bites on her lower lip in deep thought.

  “Yeah you’re right,” I agree. “That is what it looked like. I saw the others out there wearing them too.”

  “Well then, we’ll have to get them,” Ethazol commands. “Or we’ll be noticed.”

  We Orbas wore very light attire, usually a large piece of cloth across our bodies. Unless, of course, we are in battle.

  We all stand around looking at one another, trying to figure out how to get these items onto our bodies.

  “I have an idea,” I say, glancing out the window and seeing the man still out there, examining the jet fuel on his body. “I need to concentrate, but I think there’s a chance I can do it.”

  “What are you talking about, Benzen?” Jarick laughs. “You and your ridiculous ideas,” he shakes his head.

  “Me and my ridiculous ideas might help us stay alive,” I explain to him without anger in my voice. “So just bear with me.”

  As young Orbans, many of us are trained from an early age to partake in activities that suit our minds and bodies the best. Ethazol’s particular talent, for instance, was being authoritative and intellectual. That is why he was taught from a young age to have engaging leadership skills and a clear thinking mind that could deal with problems in front of him. However, his talent does not extend to thinking outside of usual situations, and so he is only performing at his best in already learned scenarios.