by Luna Hunter
Several minutes later, Mary sits down across from us and places the coffee on the table. “How did you two sleep?”
“Like a baby,” Alexa smirks as she grabs her cup.
I can’t help but grin as well.
“Alright, what are you two smirking about?” Mary says.
“Do you want to tell her or should I?”
“Go ahead,” I say.
“Okay. I’m pregnant!”
Mary nearly drops her coffee, her mouth hanging open.
“Get out of here!”
“I would if I could,” she laughs. “No but seriously, I’m pregnant. That’s why Bellamy, he… well, he tried to steal my baby. Our baby. Let’s keep it at that.”
“Wow! They ought to lock him up!”
“A bit late for that now,” I say. “He won’t be hurting anyone anymore.”
Mary swallows the lump in her throat. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“When it comes to protecting my mate? Deadly serious.”
“Whoah,” she whispers. “I don’t know what to say. Except for: congratulations! Right?”
“Yes, thank you,” Alexa smiles. “It’s a bit unexpected, but we’re over the moon.”
“You don’t think it’s too fast? No offense of course, I don’t mean to intrude, but I’m a little… blown away. This is a big step.”
“It sure is,” Alexa says. “But there’s no one I’d rather take this step with. After all we’ve been through, I know there’s no man I’d rather be with than Romulus.”
Mary smiles. “Then I’m happy for you two. What are your plans?”
“Well, first of all, we should get the hell out of here,” I say. “I’m sure we made quite an impression, and the authorities might come looking for us. I don’t want to give you anymore trouble.”
“Nonsense, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” Mary says. She grabs her remote and turns the TV on. “Look, they’re already covering it all up.”
A stern looking man looks into the camera. “Yesterday, the University of Florida campus was rocked by a stray comet landing right here on campus. There was a single fatality: in a freak accident, the esteemed professor Hubert Bellamy died.”
Mary turns the TV off again.
“I can’t express my gratitude enough, really,” Alexa says, “but we should really go as soon as possible. The authorities don’t mess around when it comes to aliens. I don’t want you to spend the rest of your days locked up in Area 51.”
“Point taken. Do I still get to see your little baby grow up? You’re not leaving for good, are you?”
“Oh no,” Alexa says. “I can already tell you’ll be his favorite aunt!”
“Good! Where will you two go then?”
“Back to the Classis,” I say. “We need to reach somewhere quiet, where I can call down a shuttle without drawing too much attention. We’ll be safest up there.”
“You can borrow my car,” Mary says. “Just tell me where you left it, and I’ll get it back somehow. Don’t worry about that.”
“Thanks, Mary,” Alexa says. “You’re the best.”
“Anything for you two,” she says. “I’m just trying to score those auntie-points,” she smirks.
I know her pregnancy has only just started, but already I feel like we’re a happy little family…
Chapter Seventeen
Several weeks later…
Romulus
I’m wearing nothing but a robe as I cook my mate her favorite meal: fried eggs, sunny side up.
The smell is still not my favorite, but it’s a small price to pay for Alexa. She’s the future mother of my children; what she wants, she gets. I walk to the training ground with her plate, and set up a small table to the side.
When I’m done, I watch her work.
She’s wearing leggings and a tight shirt, her hair pulled back by a headband as she trains. Her wound has healed nicely, and she’s recovering well.
Shadowy figures surround her on all sides, and she dispatches of them with swift kicks and quick jabs of her dagger. While she doesn’t possess my Elban strength or impressive reach, she’s deceptively quick.
“Come on! Work for it!” I cheer her on.
Her arms are a blur as she whirls around, her hair whipping around, taking out the holographic figures one by one.
My cock hardens as I watch her move with grace and power. Every move makes her ass, thighs and breasts jiggle, and I can’t help but love the sight of it.
Alexa’s a quick learner. She wants me to teach her self-defense, so she can protect herself against Bellamy-wannabes. I promised I’d never let anyone hurt her regardless, but I’m more than happy to train her in martial arts.
I don’t think I’ve her trained anyone with her vigor, her talent, her enthusiasm.
It doesn’t hurt that every training sessions ends with me being balls-deep inside of her, too.
Her training complete, she sits down across from me, happy and sweaty as she attacks her meal with the same enthusiasm she shows in the arena.
My mate is so damn beautiful. I can’t wait for her belly to swell with our child. It’ll only make her figure more beautiful to me.
“You’re progressing quickly.”
“Yeah, it went well,” she smirks. “Think you’re ready to take me on?”
I laugh. “You’re not ready for that. You never will be.”
“Really now? I thought we agreed you wouldn’t be so stubborn.”
“That’s not me being stubborn. That’s me being realistic.”
“Really now? Sounds like it’s you being scared of being beaten by a girl. Lets go, then. You. Me. Right. Now.”
I never run away from a fight.
“Fine,” I say, standing up and dropping my robe to the floor.
Her eyes go wide as she takes in my perfect naked form.
“You’re naked!” she says. “That’s unfair.”
“A true warrior is ready for everything,” I say as I grab the table with two hands and fling it to the side. It lands across the room with a crash, plates smashing on the floor.
Before she manages to raise her fists in defense I’ve already grabbed her wrists. I easily twist them behind her back, holding them there with one hand, while the other one slips around her neck, choking her lightly.
“You’ve already lost,” I growl. “I could crush your windpipe if I wanted to. What can you do?”
“I could kneel you in your cock,” she says.
“Not if its inside you.”
With one tug I rip her leggings apart. I lift her up easily, one hand holding her ass up, while the other one slides her panties to the side.
“See?” I say as I run my fingers across her wet folds. “You are dripping with juices already.”
“You don’t fight fair,” she says, half-moaning as my fingers continue to tease her. I slide one finger into her with ease, and her eyes flutter.
That’s how all of our sparring sessions end — with me fucking her roughly and filling her with my cum. She hasn’t been able to fend me off once.
Not that I think she’s genuinely tried, either…
I place the head of my erect cock at her entrance, teasing her wetness. Every movement of my hips solicits a gasp from her.
“Do you submit?” I growl.
“Never,” she says with a smirk.
I bury myself inside of her, ramming my cock into her, all of my many inches at once. She’s dripping wet and takes my girth with ease — her body was built for my cock. Alexa screams my name, her nails sinking into my back, as I fuck her roughly, both of my hands resting on her ass, my fingers digging into her skin as I make her mine, body and soul.
My lips crush hers, my tongue in her mouth, demanding her full attention. I press her back against the cool glass wall, Earth visible in the distance as I pummel her body with mine. My hand slides around her throat, choking her, as my cock spreads her apart and fills her up, sweat coating both our bodies.
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sp; “Are you going to cum inside me?” she wheezes. “Are you going to fill me with your cum?”
I love it when she begs for my seed — but I’m not quit done with her yet.
With a quick movement I turn her around, so that her back is facing me and I’m holding her wrists with my hands. Her chest is pressed against the cool glass as I pound her from behind, watching her ass jiggle with every thrust of my hips, my balls rhythmically slapping against her dripping wet pussy.
I pound her as hard as I can, putting all of my energy, everything I have into ever thrust. Alexa’s breathing becomes more and more erratic, until her entire body quivers and she screams out my name.
The human female is coming on my cock.
“Yes,” I growl. “You love my cock, don’t you?”
“I love it,” she pants. “I love it!”
With a mighty, primal roar I unload myself inside of her. I come hard and deep, my body jerking, my balls working, filling her with my seed. Thoroughly satisfied I lower her to the floor, and Alexa immediately turns around and jumps back into my arms, showering me with kisses.
I carry her in my arms to the shower, our mouths not leaving one another until it’s time for both us to get dressed.
This is how every sparring session ends — I have yet to teach her some of my secret moves, for we keep getting distracted…
Epilogue
Alexa
I run my hands down my dress, trying to smooth the fabric, but it’s useless. I worked on this dress for weeks, and it’s hideous.
“What am I supposed to wear?!” I sigh in frustration.
Romulus shrugs as he towels off his naked frame. “What does it matter? You look perfect. Always.”
“You know, you’re about as helpful as a screen door on a spaceship.”
“I love you, too,” he says as he slips his armor on.
Sometimes, I’m a bit jealous of his wardrobe, because it’s so damn simple. He has armor. It’s red. It looks great. End of story.
Don’t get my wrong: I love my life up here in the Classis with Romulus, but there are certain things I miss. For example, there are no cute little boutiques that carry dresses my size. No, if I want something new to wear, I’ll have to make it myself with needle and thread.
Of course, the upside of the spaceship is that usually, we don’t even bother with clothes…
I’ve been working on this dress for weeks, but not that the big moment is finally here, I’m not sure I still like it.
Romulus hugs me from behind, his hands finding my belly. There’s no baby bump yet, but it’s only matter of time. My warrior can’t stop touching me, it’s like he’s addicted.
I’m not complaining.
“You look perfect,” he growls. “Understood?”
“Yes sir,” I laugh.
A beep in the distance. “They’re here,” Romulus says. “Come.”
“Okay,” I say.
This dress it is….
I slip my hand into’s Romulus as we head towards the dock. This is it; I’m finally going to meet them.
Nero & Victoria.
I’m feeling nervous. It’s like I’m meeting my in-laws or something!
“It’ll be fine,” Romulus says, sensing my nerves. “I promise.”
The door opens, and I’m greeted by an Elban warrior every bit as impressive as Romulus, only instead of Romulus’s trademarked armor, Nero is wearing a sharp suit.
“Nero!”
“Romulus!”
Romulus hugs his brother tightly, a broad smile on his face.
“You must be Alexa. Hi, I’m Victoria.”
“Sorry,” I stammer as I shake Victoria’s hand. “They distracted me for a moment.”
“Yes, they tend to do have that effect on people,” she laughs. “I love your dress!”
“Thank you,” I say, my cheeks flushed.
I now notice her belly is round and beautiful.
“You too?” I ask, surprised.
I’m not the only one!
“Yes,” she smiles. “Romulus didn’t tell you?”
“He didn’t mention it, no.”
“Elbans,” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “Look at them go.”
Nero and Romulus still have each other locked a tight grip, their hug now a wrestling match, and neither of them want to lose.
“Do they always do this?”
“Oh yeah. They’ll be at it for a while. Oh, wait, no, there Nero goes.”
Romulus throws his brother over his shoulder, smashing him on the ground.
“Your suit!” Victoria says. “I had it custom made,” she tells me. “There’s nothing in Elban sizes. It’s a nightmare.”
Nero stands up, his suit ripped and torn.
“Worth it,” Nero laughs.
“You’re rusty,” Romulus says.
“You’re quick,” Nero answers. “Have you been practicing?”
Romulus shoots me a quick look.
“You can say that,” he grins.
We’ve been doing a lot more than practicing…
Nero and Victoria bring me up to speed on their vacation over dinner. I’ve prepared a three course-meal, combining Elban and human cuisine, and to my relief everyone likes it.
Winning Romulus’s heart was one thing — getting him to enjoy human food, now that’s a much tougher battle!
After they’re done, I fill them in on everything that happened in their absence. When I’m done, Nero is left shaking his head.
“So let me get this straight, Romulus,” he says. “To summarize, you broke just about every rule I gave you, and endangered our shaky alliance with the humans?”
“Yes,” he says. “I did it all for my mate, and I would do it again.”
Nero shrugs. “Fair enough. To mates!”
We toast, laughing.
“Any news from Elba?” Nero asks.
“Perhaps,” Romulus answers. “Earlier today, I intercepted a message meant for General Bowers. Apparently, the humans have studied the wormhole that we used to arrive in this galaxy, and now they’re going to attempt to replicate it.”
“Troubling,” Nero nods.
“What? Are they about to open Pandora’s Box?” Victoria says. “You have to stop them!”
“Perhaps we should,” Nero answers. “Yet, we can’t stop progress. We can’t keep the technology from the humans forever. We changed the course of history the moment I arrived in this solar system. Yes, we could attack the humans, destroy their technology and research, but what will that achieve? They know wormhole travel is possible. And if I have learned anything from you, is that humans are as stubborn and determined as Elbans. All we can hope is that they don’t create an intergalactic war. I don’t want to have to save two galaxies again.”
“I won’t let you let those kind of risks,” Victoria says, grabbing his arm. “You have a family to think of now.”
“I do, don’t I?” Nero smiles.
Underneath the table, Romulus’s hand finds mine. I don’t know what the future will bring, but I know that with Romulus by my side, we can take on the world.
Afterword
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Preview of Nero
A chance encounter with a dominant alien warlord turns Victoria’s world upside down.
It was supposed to be a routine flight. Circle Earth and be back home in time for dinner. Easy peasy for astronaut Victoria Snow.
Until Nero Octavius shows up. The powerful alien warrior boards her ship, and fr
om that point on nothing will ever be the same again. With his smoldering eyes and rippling muscles, the headstrong alien is hard to resist, try as Victoria might.
Nero is a wanted man, harboring a dark secret. Everyone he gets close to is in permanent danger. He won’t allow anyone into his life… but he makes an exception for the curvy human female. She awakens something inside him, a power greater than he knew existed…
Will it be the end for them both?
1. Nero
“Father! Father! They’re here!”
I rush towards my father’s study as fast as I can, my heart beating in my throat, my voice hoarse from screaming his name.
All day long we’ve heard rumors of Emperor Decimus’s death. Five centuries of peace, five centuries of rule ended with a single stroke.
They say Magnus Bruttius did it. The prodigal son of House Bruttius, their strongest warrior, their fiercest leader… betraying his emperor, betraying all of us Elbans, driven mad by his lust for power.
I didn’t believe it.
I didn’t want to.
But when the soldiers of House Bruttius arrived on our doorstep, when they ran their blades through our defenseless servants, cut them down like dogs… I couldn’t deny the truth any longer.
Life as I had known it was over.
I kick open the heavy wooden doors to my father’s study to find him in his usual spot: bent-over his desk, studying a paper scroll, glasses perched on his nose.
Gaius Octavius is unlike any other Elban I have ever met. He prefers science over warfare, knowledge over the sword, and this makes him the odd man out in Elban culture.
Even now, with our entire society thrust into chaos, my father is more concerned with some old scroll than saving his own skin.
“We have to go!”
“No time,” he mutters, “No time! She’s not ready, not yet!”
I grab his robe and yank him towards me. “Snap out of it!” I scream. My hand leaves a bloody mark on his olive-green robe.
I don’t know if that blood is my own, or some Bruttius dog I just put down.
My father’s eyes find mine, and finally I see the sparkle of recognition I was looking for.
“Ah, Nero, my son, there you are. I was looking for you.”
“What are you talking about? You were looking at the old scrolls again.”