by Stella Sky
“I’m going to take you home,” I whispered into her ear. She pulled away from me and looked at me inquisitively. “I promise.”
Emily seemed puzzled, but soon the song changed once again, and the music was suddenly more fast paced.
“This is my jam,” I said, as I had been instructed.
Emily’s face broke into a broad smile.
“What?” she asked
I laughed sheepishly. “I don’t actually know what that means.”
Emily shook her head, and the smile spread across her face.
“So what do we do after this?” she asked.
“You will see,” I said. “For now, let’s just enjoy the dance.”
Emily nodded, a light smile playing her lips, and I held her close, my chest tightening with that warm feeling again as she laid her head gently against my shoulder. I prayed to the gods that my plan would work. It was what a woman like Emily deserved.
***
“I didn’t know how much I would miss this place,” Emily said, smiling as she walked through the front door.
“Don’t get too used to it,” I said, searching frantically for the bag of food I had packed before the dance. “We’re leaving.”
“What?” Emily asked, the smile falling from her face. “Where are we going?”
“Don’t ask questions; there is no time. Just follow me.”
I held my hand out to Emily. I would have to lead the way through the steep tunnel that I had dug from my closet to my underground workshop. She hesitated for a moment, and my chest burned with anxiety. If she didn’t cooperate now, there wouldn’t be any time left. Everything was ready.
I became nearly giddy with relief when Emily’s warm hand finally pressed into mine.
“All right,” she said with a sigh.
“Great!”
I rushed through the house and into the bedroom. Emily followed silently, though I could tell she was having a hard time matching my long strides. Fortunately, we still had a fair amount of time before the pictures were published. According to the prom tradition on Earth, we had been forced into taking an image with our dates.
“What the hell is this place?” Emily exclaimed as I ducked into the steep tunnel. I didn’t answer her. Instead, I lifted her over my shoulder and carried her through the perilous terrain until we finally made it to the open space of the bunker.
“I told you,” I said, running into the ship I had built. “I’m taking you home.”
Emily’s eyes widened as I powered the ship on, and the ground above us began to quake. The large doors opened up from under the ground, making way for the ship to take off.
“If this doesn’t work, we may both be killed,” I said, glancing nervously at her from the commander’s panel. “If that happens, I am sorry I could not give you the freedom you deserve.”
Emily’s eyes filled with a strange liquid, but I didn’t have time to ask her if she was all right. I threw back the switch to ignite the engines, and a roar filled our ears. I squeezed my eyes shut with one final prayer to the gods, and hoped for the best.
***
“This is unbelievable,” Emily breathed. “I was half unconscious last time I was out here.”
I was filled with pride. My ship had apparently caused quite a stir. Several ships had left Jenal’k, but they were no match for my turbo-boosters. I knew the technology used by the other crafts inside and out, and had taken great pains to make sure my ship was the best crafted of them all.
“I have never been out in space either,” I admitted. Emily looked surprised.
“So this is new to us both, then.”
“Yes,” I said.
We were quiet as I put in the coordinates for Earth. It was difficult for me to imagine leaving her there, but I knew I would be all right. There were plenty of adventures out there for us in the universe, and a lot of friendly planets who enjoyed greeting wayward travelers. I had even made a machine that could sustain us should we run out of our food sources in case it took a while between trips to restock.
I paused. I was still thinking as if Emily was going to stay with me. I wanted to make her my own, but there was no way that I could do that on Jenal’k. and it was clear to me now, after seeing the way she interacted with the other humans, that she wouldn’t be happy unless she was home.
We were mesmerized by the sights and sounds of space for a while longer before Emily yawned.
“I only had time to make one bedroom,” I said, furrowing my eyebrows. “You take it. I will sleep here.”
Emily hesitated and then shook her head.
“No,” she said. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
I could understand how she felt. The universe was so large and vast; it seemed unpleasant to be left by yourself for too long.
“All right,” I said, putting the craft on autopilot and walking Emily to the bedroom.
We sat down on the bed, and she looked deeply into my eyes.
“Why are you taking me to Earth?” she asked softly.
I had a feeling that the way I answered this question would determine my fate for the rest of my life, and inhaled deeply.
“You deserve your freedom,” I said finally. “And if you stay with me, you will not feel free. What I feel for you cannot be returned if you feel like a slave.”
Emily looked down at the bed, smiling privately to herself.
“You should have asked me what I wanted then,” she said with a sigh. “Although honestly, I’m not sure I would have known how to answer that myself.”
“What do you want?” I asked, taking her hand in mine. I wanted to cherish every moment I had left with her. There was nothing more important to me than what she was feeling that moment.
“I want to see everything there is to see in the universe,” Emily said carefully. “And I’d like to do that with the man I love.”
“Love...” I said. I finally had a word that matched the feeling in my breast.
Emily smiled, her eyes shimmering with that strange liquid again, and she squeezed my hand. I held it tightly, and we stared into each other’s eyes.
“I want to stay with you,” Emily said. “Nobody in the universe could ever treat me as well as you do.”
I smiled, and took Emily’s soft face in my hands.
“Then you will stay with me,” I said softly, kissing her sweet lips and relishing in the feeling of her body so near to mine. “Until the end of the universe and back again.”
Emily gasped in pleasure as my tongue slipped into her mouth and caressed hers sensually, and her grip tightened around my fingers.
I laid her down gently on the bed and roamed her body with my hands. She looked more beautiful than I ever could have imagined in the Thressl’n-made gown, but she was stunning without it.
I pulled it gently over her head, revealing her flawless, pale body. She shivered as the air touched her skin, and I lowered my mouth over every perfect crevice. Emily shuddered in bliss as I slowly explored every inch of her body. It had taken on a new meaning to me now, and I wanted to appreciate every moment of her.
My desire was mounting, and I freed my member from the confines of my slacks and laid on top of her, staring into her face. Her golden eyes sparkled as she looked back at me, and we began to move together in unison, our desire and love leading the way for our bodies.
Emily hitched her hips up against me and sighed softly into my ear as I buried my face into her breasts, my mouth tasting the sweet, delicate mounds of her nipples. Her skin was like silk against mine, and I ran my hand through her soft, beautiful hair as I slowly pushed myself inside of her.
Her body opened like a flower for me, and we were both lost in ecstasy as we rocked together to a rhythm only we could hear. My pleasure mounted until a hot, urgent need to release myself nearly made me lose my composure. Emily seemed to have reached her climax at just the same time, and we sighed together in bliss as I released a long stream of the physical testament to my longing deep inside of
her.
Emily grinned at me, her hands roaming the ridges of my face and hair.
“Thank you for saving me, Laike Ostra’ki,” she said, love radiating from her body.
“Thank you for staying with me,” I replied.
Emily grinned, and we fell into a deep sleep.
Epilogue
Laike Ostra’ki (Karta’s Head Engineer)
The universe is an even more interesting entity than I ever would have guessed. Emily continues to be a huge asset in our adventures, and she built a miraculous device that helped me to understand the dialogue of all people from all worlds.
She eventually caved in, and we went back to Earth, only to find the sinister race of Vellreq working with the people in power. Thankfully, we were cloaked and able to retreat from the planet before detection.
Now, she and I are both driven to work harder than ever on technology that will help to liberate Earth from the clutches of the sinister Vellreq. We are making great strides, and have settled temporarily on the planet Karta, where the Kartugians have been keeping close tabs on the situation on Earth.
They have promised to help shield us from any of the sinister people of Jenal’k, and have even considered a liberation mission to save Absle from the war effort on the far side of the C’loggh galaxy.
Overall, I would say that we are happier together on this strange new planet than we had ever been on the planets we were born on.
We may even be expecting a child. Only time will tell what the future will bring, but the one thing I know for certain is that it is bright. Especially with Emily Hart on my side.
The End
Drackon Mates BOX SET(1-6)
By Maia Starr
Jarith (Drackon Mates)
By Maia Starr
Chapter 1
MARISSA VOLANDER
Being CEO of the biotech company Gladonetics meant my schedule was always overbooked. So even as I ran across the front courtyard toward the doors of the glass skyscraper that housed Gladonetics, I was already running late for yet another meeting.
It was a blustery day out and I wished that I had pulled my long, brown hair into a tight bun instead of letting it loose with wild curls. I wished that I had worn a straight pencil skirt that was tightly fitted instead of the pleated, black skirt I wore that was riding the wind like it was surfing. It was hard to keep it down since I had digital tablet files in my arms as I scurried in my black heels. My hair was blowing in my face practically blocking my view in my flustered state when… BAM! I ran into a wall and fell backwards, flat on my back.
The tablets went everywhere, my hair was in my face, and my skirt was up to my waist, showing red panties and black, thigh-high stockings with a garter belt. I was mortified and hoped that no one had seen this catastrophe, but that notion was crushed as soon as I heard a voice.
“Allow me, human,” the deep, reverberating voice said.
“What?” I whispered while I was on the floor.
Through my strands of hair covering my face like a mask, I saw a large figure looming over me.
“Who are you?” I tried to ask.
Before I knew it, his hands had grasped my body like nothing and he helped me to my feet, holding me firmly against his body. I looked up into the face of a Drackon warrior. His long, dark-black hair was in tendrils down to his shoulders and his perfectly square jaw was adorned with full, pinkish lips. His eyes were a stark, sea green but with a long, vertical pupil, like the eyes of a cat. He was over seven feet tall, almost eight feet, and his thick, broad body was so hard that it was the reason I thought I had ran into a wall. But that was not the case: I had run into him.
Now I was in a precarious and ridiculous position with my head arched all the way back in order to look up at his face while his massive arm encircled my lower back, pulling me to him to steady me, or so I thought. But I could feel his hard member pressing against my stomach and my eyes grew wide as I realized just how big it must be. He must have known what I was thinking in that moment because he smiled at my response.
“You should watch where you are going, human. There are many that would prey upon your small, delicate size,” he said as he inhaled sharply, as though inhaling my pheromones—and he was.
This was what the Drackon did. They were a race of alien shifters with many abilities. The Drackon were a patriarchal, male-dominated society of warriors with a special ability to shift into part animal. It was this part animal that allowed them to sniff out pheromones in such a way. And although they looked like a larger and stronger version of males on Earth, they were vastly different in that they were able to shift into dragons.
This was not a complete dragon shift; it was a partial shift. When they did shift, large wings sprouted on their backs and shiny, colorful scale armor sprouted in various places on their bodies, but not into a full dragon. I had not seen it in person, but I had seen recordings of it. It was impressive.
Now one of these Drackon male warriors was holding me up and pressing his hard cock against me. A part of me wished that he was fully shifted at the moment, but he was not. In fact, he was well adorned and in regal dress.
He wore black leggings that were made of an unknown material with calf-high boots. His embroidered shirt was white and fit him in a snug manner, leaving little to the imagination. I had never seen a Drackon dressed so well. His face looked familiar to me, but I think I just wanted him to be familiar because he was so damn sexy. If I had met him at a bar later, I would definitely take him home for a one-night stand, but nothing else. But for now, I would have to put my oversized libido aside and remember that I was late for a meeting.
I placed my hands on the large beast of an alien’s chest and pushed myself away as I said, “Yes, thank you. I will remember that. If you will excuse me, I am late for a meeting.”
“Yes, I sometimes forget that the female humans are allowed to conduct meetings, just like the males. It is not so on my planet, and it never will be,” he said as he picked up my tablets that were thrown about the ground.
His words inspired an immediate rage reaction inside of me. I yanked the tablets from his hands as I said, “Yes, everyone knows that. That is why you come here and take human females from Earth: the Drackon treat their females so badly, there are hardly any left. It wouldn’t surprise me if they all ran away from you.”
He laughed. It was a loud, boisterous laugh that shocked me, as that was not the effect I was going for with my insult.
Then he said, “You speak as though the women are being forced to be mates of the Drackon. They willingly give themselves to us. They all register and there is a waiting list. You females WANT us, badly.”
I huffed in anger at his response. He was right. He was one hundred percent right. Ever since the Drackon opened lines of communication for finding human female mates to take back with them to their planet over twenty years ago, the waiting list had become famously over populated. Every female wanted a Drackon warrior to claim her as his mate.
I was never on that list, nor would I ever be. I was too much of a tomboy to be claimed by a male of any species. Still, I did not want to admit this to him moment because I wanted to win this argument, if it was in fact an argument that we were having.
“Not all of us want you badly!” I said as I stomped off toward the door. I lied. I wanted him. I wanted him badly, but not for a life-long mate: just for endless sensual and lustful encounters.
As I entered the door, I looked back over my shoulder at him. He was still staring at me and I took this opportunity to take all of him in. I looked immediately at his crotch and realized that the tight-fitted, wet-suit like tights were there with good reason. He was hard, and I could see his long, thick bulge. If the pants were not made of such thick material, it would have created more than just a bulge in his pants.
I looked to see that he was smiling at me. I quickly looked away. I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed that he had seen me practically half naked with my skirt up around my waist
and embarrassed that he had caught me checking him out. The Drackon were the epitome of male dominance and I was too dominant to like their way of life.
“Nice of you to finally join us, Ms. Volander,” Archer Payne said as I walked into the board meeting. This was the meeting that I was late for, and a very important one. It was a meeting with the board of Gladonetics, and the seven men that sat around the conference table were all my bosses. They made all the decisions about the company and I oversaw making sure those decisions were implemented successfully.
“Apologies, gentlemen; my plate is full today. Let’s get down to business, shall we?” I said, taking a seat, not wanting to have to cater to apologizing to these men.
“Yes, we have news. We have been in quiet relations with the Drackon species for two years now, as you know,” Archer Payne said.
As soon as he said it, my stomach began to feel nervous. Was it just a coincidence that this meeting was about the Drackon and I had just run into one right outside the door of our business? That did not sound coincidental to me. I shifted in my seat waiting to hear what he was going to say. News of the Drackon dealings was not anything new. As Archer Payne said, it had been two, quiet years of dealing with them. We were a biotech company, after all, and their abilities to shift were of great interest to us. So the company had acquired small things from the Drackon, like DNA samples in the form of spit in test tubes. This was a great scientific advancement and we had an entire department devoted to analyzing the small samples the Drackon gave us. So we had in fact been in business with the alien race for some time. But it seemed that now there was a something new.