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Nykon (Zenkian Warriors) (A Sci Fi Alien Abduction Romance)

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by Maia Starr

Amber Lynne

  I could not believe how much fun I had with the alien soldier Commander Nykon. I was not expecting to be so comfortable with a Zenkian, especially after everything that had happened to me when I was a slave of the Waysaw Zenkian. But there was something very different about Commander Nykon. He was easy-going even though he looked like a fierce and skilled soldier. He looked like the kind that would bring instant death to anyone that competed against him in battle, but when he sat down for dinner, none of that was evident. He actually seemed like a kind soul. He had asked me about my background on Earth, and also made small talk easy.

  When he handed me the vessel of Inta, our hands touched, and I felt a tingle go throughout my body. I wasn't expecting to feel so turned on just by his presence, but then when he touched me, I was so aroused that I had to look away. I felt ashamed that I felt this way toward an alien. It was forbidden to be with the aliens in an intimate fashion. Yet here I was inviting him to dinner, and looking at him in a way that would embarrass anyone.

  But then when he kissed me, everything that was forbidden went away. It was as if the rules did not apply to us, because at that moment, I did not care if I was punished. His lips against mine made my entire body go weak and all I could do was press against him in order to not fall over. I willingly got up on my tiptoes in order to reach him better. I could hear myself moaning and breathing harshly as I kissed him back. At that moment, I wanted to strip off his form-fitting gray uniform and rub my hands all over his blue skin. I wanted to push my fingers into his long black and blue hair. But somewhere in the kiss, I came to my senses. I pushed myself away.

  I looked at him expecting some sort of explanation. But instead, he walked out. What the hell was that all about? I thought to myself.

  I walked over to the window and looked down. I couldn't see him anywhere, but I did not have a good view of the stairs. I waited to see if I could see him walk across the courtyard market, but I did not see him. I was so confused. I put my hands to my lips, still feeling his kiss. I didn't know what to do at that moment. I was in a state of shock. But I knew that I wanted more, and I could not have it. I was set to go to Earth in six months; I wanted to go home. I did not want to do anything to jeopardize that. I had to pretend that this did not happen and continue going about my daily routine as a guest of the Grantsions Zenkian.

  But the next day brought more challenges.

  I walked with Gina to the treatment rooms.

  “So what was that all about last night? No wonder you were trying to get me to leave as soon as I showed up,” she whispered to me.

  “It was nothing really. I only invited the commander to a meal because he helped me out earlier in the day. I wanted to repay him. That is all,” I said feeling my face turning red.

  “If you say so,” Gina said.

  I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side.

  “Don't say anything to anyone, okay? It might look like the wrong thing to people. I do not want to jeopardize my trip back to Earth. It was a meal and nothing else,” I said to her in a stern tone.

  “All right, all right; you are squeezing my arm. I get it I won't say anything to anyone,” she said.

  I let go of her arm, and we continued walking.

  “Thank you. Now let's get to work,” I said as we entered the hallway and into the treatment room.

  “Gina, this is Rizim. He was injured in training; I want you to massage and treat this arm,” the doctor said as soon as we walked in.

  “Yes, Doctor,” Gina said with a big smile. I could tell that she was smiling at the one the doctor called Rizim.

  “Amber, follow me. The soldier you were treating is in the next room,” the doctor said.

  “Yes, Doctor,” I said as I followed him into the room.

  When I walked in, I stopped.

  "You?” I said in shock.

  Commander Nykon stood up from the table and looked at me. Then he looked at the doctor.

  “You two are acquainted?” the doctor asked.

  “I… The commander…” I stumbled on my words. Commander Nykon looked like he was getting angry. His brows furrowed.

  “I have helped this human before in the market. That is how we are acquainted,” he said sternly.

  “Oh, good. Since you helped her, she is now going to help you,” the doctor said.

  “I am?” I asked.

  “Yes, you are. I will show you,” he said.

  I looked at the commander. He looked at me. He didn't smile. His jaw clenched like he was angry. How dare he. He was the one that kissed me. Now he was angry that I was the one assigned to work on his injury? The arrogant jerk.

  “Commander, if you will take the top of your uniform off and lie down on the table,” the doctor said.

  The commander didn't move. He stood there at attention, very angry. The doctor gave him a strange look, and the commander snapped out of it. He unbuttoned the buttons that ran down his chest in an off-center manner. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned and each button and I felt moisture growing between my thighs. I crossed my ankles, squeezing my thighs together. The commander’s eyes move to my feet, and he stopped his hands. His gaze moved up until they were locked with my eyes. I felt embarrassed that he had seen me do that. He looked at me angrily again and turned his back to me to continue working on the uniform. Even though he could not see me, I narrowed my eyes at him. I was the one that should be angry, dammit. But why was my body betraying me?

  He peeled the top of his uniform off, exposing his strong wide back. He was muscular and toned. I could see the ripples of muscles on his back and down the sides of his torso. I tried not to bite my lip as I looked. I had to look away.

  "Lie down,” the doctor said.

  I walked to the side table that had ointments and plants that helped in healing. I began to fiddle with several of them, trying to distract myself.

  “Amber, calm,” the doctor said.

  “Yes Doctor,” I said walking to his side.

  Nykon and laid on the table on his back. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling as though we were not in the room. My eyes immediately moved to his strong bare chest and abs. I knew that he was strong underneath that uniform, but now seeing him topless was overwhelming. He was absolutely beautiful. I wanted to rub my hands up and down his long body. I clenched my fist at my sides and order to stop myself from doing that.

  “Right here is where this soldier is injured. He took a club to the ribs during training. I want you to take this ointment and rub it on the injury. Then you will lightly massage going from top to bottom, from here to here,” the doctor said as he pointed out what area I should massage on the commander.

  I realized that I was going to have to be touching his six-pack abs and strong chest. It was going to be a test, that was for sure.

  “Yes, Doctor, I understand,” I said.

  “Well, let me see your technique to make sure that you are doing it right,” the doctor said.

  “Now?” I asked, realizing that the doctor was going to watch me, and I was going to be very uncomfortable.

  “Yes, come on, I do not have all day,” he said.

  “Yes, sorry,” I said as I grabbed the bottle and poured the ointment onto the commander. I rubbed my hands together and then began to rub in the ointment. It was very distracting to be touching him in this way.

  “Good. That is enough; now I want you to knead his muscles like this,” the doctor said as he put his hand on the commander and showed me the long massaging strokes that I should use. Then he took his hands off and looked at me. I put my hands on the commander and copied what the doctor did. I rubbed my fingers in long strokes from his chest down to his abs very slowly.

  “Good. You've got it. Keep it up,” the doctor said as he began to walk out.

  “Wait!” I said stopping him.

  “Yes?” he asked.

  “How long do I have to do this for?” I asked.

  “Half an hour should suffice for today, and the same for tomorrow a
nd the next,” he said walking out.

  “Tomorrow?” I asked, but he had already left.

  I turned back to the commander. I stood over him. He was staring at the ceiling still. He would not look at me. Fine, I thought. If he did not want to acknowledge my presence and wanted to pretend like nothing happened the night before, then I could play that game as well.

  I put my hands on his blue skin and began to massage once more. He shifted. He seemed uncomfortable and the bruised area was very dark, black and purple. He was hurting, but he wasn't making any sound. I was caught up in mixed emotions. On the one hand, I was angry at him for being so quiet in a severe way. His anger was evident on his face as his jaw clenched. But on the other hand, I was touching him, massaging him, and I was getting turned on as I had to look at his muscular physique. My hands moved up and down, and I could only imagine what it would be like to add kissing to this type of touching. I was making myself aroused one smart ass I thought about it.

  I continued to look at my hands and trying to concentrate on the work. I could not let my mind wander to the sensual side of what I was doing; it was a constant struggle. Then I felt him watching me. I knew that he was looking at me. I looked toward his face. His eyes were locked on me. He breathed in deeply and then averted his gaze back to the ceiling.

  I wanted to shout at him. What! What is going on? Why are you being so damn quiet? Why are you angry? I am the one that should be angry! Why did you walk out? Why did you kiss me and walk out? All of these thoughts were going through my mind, making me angrier, and I didn't realize that I was pressing harder and harder on his chest. He let out a hard groan.

  “Shit, sorry,” I said, realizing that I was hurting him. He just looked at me and then looked back at the ceiling. He said nothing.

  What the hell?

  Chapter 6

  Commander Nykon Reev

  After I had walked out of Amber's living quarters, I felt like a fool for not saying something. But I knew that if I stayed there and argued with her, I would try to kiss her again. The only thing I could do was to just remove myself from being near her, so that was exactly what I did.

  But when I returned to my own living quarters, I could not stop thinking about the human female Amber. What had I done? Kissing her only opened a box of desire that I would have trouble closing again. I had never wanted a human female, never! Yet I was drawn to this one, such a small thing, yet so powerful. How did she do that?

  Just being around her turned me on. But when I kissed her, and she pressed her body against mine, I felt my cock growing hard. In no time it was pressing against the tight material of my uniform. I had to leave. I knew that I had to leave right then and there. She was too much of a temptation, a dangerous temptation. Allowing myself to kiss her could get me banished, but if I took her to bed, I could face worse punishment than banishment.

  “Fuck!” I said as I punched the wall. I had to get some of the energy out of me. I walked directly into my washroom and took a freezing cold shower. Only then would some of the heat I felt for Amber leave me. But I wasn't going to get away from her that easily; the next day things were so much worse.

  When she walked into the treatment room with the doctor, I could not believe my bad luck. Why had I gone to eat a meal with her? If I had not kissed her, then this would be easier to get through. Now she watched me unbutton my uniform, and I noticed her shift her legs when I did so. Was she turned on by watching me undress? Fuck, she was. The thought that she was turned on only turned me on. I was angry at this. I clenched my teeth together and turned around. I could not look at her. I undressed and laid down on the table as the doctor instructed.

  I found myself half naked lying on the table as she massaged my injury. It was like being in a torture chamber. Watching her touch me was hard to deal with. Her small hands turned me on as she touched me. I could feel the heat radiating through my body, wanting more. I kept catching myself looking at her. Stop. I had to force myself to look at the ceiling and think about something else. I went through practice drills in my head: one, two, three, swing. I said it over and over, trying to visualize the steps involved in fighting in order to distract myself from what was really happening. I knew that my cock was starting to grow hard once more. Fuck. I could not let that happen.

  “How much longer?” I asked in a tone that came out angrier than I meant it too.

  Her hands stopped moving. “Another ten minutes or so: doctor’s orders,” she said.

  I sighed in anger. Time could not be moving slower. I would have to endure ten more minutes of having her touch me the way she was with her skilled hands. It was too much to deal with.

  “Am I hurting you, Commander?” she asked.

  I did not want to speak with her. We got along too well over eating a meal together. If we started talking, we would start bonding. I could not let that happen. I did not look at her and kept looking at the ceiling.

  “No,” I said bluntly.

  She sighed.

  The sound of her breath and slight moan sounded sexual to me. Dammit. I didn't know how much more of this I could handle. I was growing harder and harder, and if she looked, I would not be able to hide it.

  I grabbed her hands in mine and looked at her. Her brown eyes grew wide. I pulled her hands off of my chest.

  “That is enough,” I said, pushing her hands away from me. I sat up and reached for the top of my uniform.

  “But the doctor said—”

  “A few minutes less is not going to matter,” I said as I stood up and walked out. I did not stay to put on the top of my uniform. I put it on as I walked through the hallways of the treatment rooms and out into the main hallway of the area. I stopped and closed my eyes. I could not believe that I was completely hard. I leaned my back against the wall as a button and my uniform. I concentrated on something that would make me return back to normal.

  A few moments later, I was back to my normal state. I had an enormous amount of frustration, but at least I could now walk into the village. This was not going to be easy treatment. I heard the doctor say that I had to have the same treatment over and over every day; I did not know for how long. But I knew that Amber would be the one to treat me, and judging by today, I did not think I was going to be able to get through it. Perhaps I could ask for a replacement for Amber. Someone else could tend to me; I did not know what else I could do.

  Chapter 7

  Amber Lynne

  It was unbelievable. He had done it again. He had walked out on me. He didn't give an explanation, but the anger in his voice let me know that he was annoyed with me. Was he pissed off because I wasn't doing a good job of massaging his injury? I did not know what to think.

  I walked out of the treatment room and saw Gina wrapping things up with the other soldier. I waited. I could tell that she was flirting with him, a dangerous thing: I knew from experience.

  Finally, he left, and I walked over to her.

  “What other assignments do we have? Let's go find a doctor; I want to occupy my mind with work,” I said to her.

  “I could use a break. Come stand outside on the ledge with me,” she said.

  “All right, let us grab some water,” I said as she followed me to the side table. We poured ourselves a cup of water and then walked out into the hallway and down the hall. There was a nice outdoor ledge, like a balcony without a railing. This was where we often took our breaks together. It always made me want a cigarette, but this planet did not have anything like cigarettes. I could not wait to get back to Earth.

  “How many more days before we are back to Earth?” I asked annoyed.

  “Six months: however many days that is,” Gina laughed.

  "That long? Why can't it be tomorrow,” I said.

  “What is wrong with you? You were in a fine mood this morning; something has changed,” she said.

  I realized that I was being angry with her for no reason whatsoever. She had not done anything to me, and she did not deserve my temper.

>   “No, I am fine. Sorry. I'm just sick of this routine, and I am dying for a cigarette,” I said.

  She laughed at me.

  “I understand that feeling. I was a smoker to on Earth, but I surprisingly don't have the urge anymore. But speaking of urges, did you see the soldier I was working on? His name is Rizim. Wow,” she said.

  “I did see him. But you know the rules. The Grantsions Zenkian do not enter act with the human females in an intimate manner. I am grateful for that, considering what we went through with the Waysaw,” I said to her.

  “Yes, I know, I know. But I can look, can't I? And touch in this case. I was just doing my job,” she said.

  “What did you have to do?” she asked. I didn't want to tell her because she saw him in my living quarters the night before. She would not let me live it down if I told her I had just massaged him.

 

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