Brax suddenly realized he was losing. The fear in his eyes was beautiful and it gave me the extra motivation to push forward harder one last time. The dagger pierced his body hard, driving through him. His eyes flew open widely as it all sank into him that he was done for.
I rolled off him and chose not to watch him die. I did not care to see death.
Looking around I saw the remaining soldiers of the Other World leaving. They had lost. The King's Army and I had successfully defended the castle. We had only suffered minimal losses as well. I knew now that the Other World were superior on a personal level to humans, but they did not know about teamwork and dedication to a purpose. They did not care about each other to the extent that humans did and this had proven to be their downfall time and time again.
I was tired of being so cold and empty inside. I was tired of not experiencing love, caring, fear, and even pain, which I was feeling a great deal right then. I looked at myself taking inventory of my injuries. There were long gashes bleeding out profusely on both of my arms and I felt as if my ankle might have been broken. As I tried to put weight down on it the pain shot through my leg into my hips even. It was like something biting and clamping down on my whole leg causing spasms of pain. And my face was still fairly numb, although I could feel the blood that was still gushing from my nose.
I paid no mind to these injuries really; they would heal, although it would take longer since I was remaining in human form. All I wanted to do was get back to Tarin and let her know that everything was ok.
As I walked away from the battlefield I could hear the rest of the army high-fiving each other, and cheering over a hard-fought, well-deserved victory. I shared in their jubilation, but I did not want to waste a second more. I have never felt that war is the answer to anything and I hated it more now that I was becoming more human.
I knew in time that I would become totally human if I allowed myself to be so. I could force myself to stay in human form until eventually the old me would not be able to return. I wasn't sure yet if that was something I wanted. I know that it would have made my life so much easier in every possible way going forward, but if these people needed me again and I was just a normal man I would not be able to protect them the way they deserved to be protected. This battle today would have been lost without my extra abilities.
And I think my fellow soldiers knew that day that I was not like them. They will never know that I am from the Other World and they will never know that I came so close to turning my back on them and leading them to slaughter, but I don't believe they are green enough to think that I am just some orphan. But I don't think they will mention the abilities I displayed to anyone; I think they were just happy that I was there and that I am their friend.
I will tell Tarin one day when the time is right about my past and who I really am. But that day was not the right time. The victory needed to be enjoyed first.
CHAPTER 6
Three Months Later
The wedding was phenomenal. It was ten times better than I thought it ever could have been in my dreams. But I honestly did not care about a party. To me it was just a celebration, a routine. But it was phenomenal because Tarin loved it.
Watching her walk down the aisle towards me may be the happiest minute I have ever or will ever experience. I have faced death many times, but the sight of that amazing angel coming towards me with love and happiness in her eyes for the future we were starting to build that day almost brought me to my knees.
After the battle with the Other World rumors of bravery and heroics got around. No one mentioned that I did things that no mortal human man could do, only that I led our team into battle out there and I was instrumental in securing the victory. That was good enough for me.
The King decided to make me a general in the army. And shortly after that, he gave me his blessing to marry Tarin. Everything had worked out perfectly.
Later that night I told Tarin who I really was. I told her about a boy who had been taken from his home and sent somewhere he didn’t belong and how he had fought to survive and how he had realized where his heart lay and it was with his new family.
She understood perfectly. As I finished the story she kissed me softly and opened up her nightgown, allowing her perfect breasts to fall forward into my waiting hands as her body moved closer, opening her legs to straddle my nakedness.
I was so hard, so ready for her. The lust I felt for her went far beyond the pleasure of the flesh; it was spiritual, it was magic.
Tarin wrapped around me with her sweet wetness, so tight, so warm…
Her large breasts hung down in my face and I just couldn’t resist grabbing them in my hands and squeezing them together to create the perfect image. Her nipples were already hard and sensitive. I could see the way they were practically trying to crawl away from the rest of the breast. I pulled one of them into my eager mouth. It was hard, and wiggled between my lips. I opened my mouth wider accepting the areola inside as well. Her areolas were large. I loved them that way.
My package was getting harder by the second as I filled up the exquisite wetness between her legs. Her bare, hairless mound was practically gushing with her erotic juices already. The sexy scent wafted up from below to my nostrils. I inhaled deeply as I continued to focus on her large, fleshy chest.
I buried my head in between them right then wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. My hips started to gyrate up and down to shove my thickness inside of her. She took a quick, deep breath reacting to the sudden change of pace.
"Yesss!" She screamed.
I lay back just then, grabbed her leg, and moved it to my other side effectively turning her around so that she was facing away from me. She leaned back getting into the move, her body stretching backward toward mine. Her beautiful, long hair hung down gently stroking my face as I held on to her hips and continued to plunge my hard staff into her honey pot. Her mound was so wet it wrapped around me as it slid down to the bottom.
I sat up to get more leverage and to slightly change the movement and the sensation. I was now getting much more emphasis on the head of my tool, slipping it deeper inside of her.
“Oh, right there!” She moaned. “That’s the spot!”
I continued to follow her directions, enjoying every single moan and gasp as our lovemaking progressed. I could feel her insides tightening, squeezing my thick sword as I plunged it deeper and deeper into her wet caldron.
I pushed her face forward until she was now facing down on the bed and I climbed up behind her in a modified doggy position. I held her face down on the bed just firm enough to keep her from moving to complete the dominating effect. She smiled as she tried to resist the movement, testing my control. Seeing that she was not getting free she knew that I was now in control of it all. I knew she loved it when I took total control during lovemaking.
I slowly shoved my huge shaft deeply inside of her and pulled it out all the way, staring at the glistening wetness that encompassed my flesh and then shoving it hard back into her to repeat the cycle.
Her moans were all the feedback I needed to know that she was enjoying this massively. I decided to up the ante of the domination and I delivered a hard open handed smack to her ass. She moaned loudly with total pleasure. I smacked her again, and again, each time increasing my thrusting power and timing it to coincide with the smack. I could feel her insides rattling up and down my shaft with the vibration of each slap.
I grabbed her hair tightly to the root and tugged it until she started to gasp slightly, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, allowing the two to mix together.
I changed it up just a bit right then. I drove my hard tool deep inside of her and held it at the end as if trying to probe deeper still. At the same time I delivered a hard smack to her behind while jerking on her hair slightly. The three combined elicited a loud of moan of total agony of pleasure.
“Oh shit!” she cried out. “More… please…” she begged me as I waited. I loved to te
ase her so.
I pulled her hair and leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
“Oh, please… I’m so close… give it to me…”
I was so turned on by her pleas. I smiled as I kissed her ear softly, nibbling on the lobe, my hard stalk still deep inside of her quivering mound.
“You deserve to be punished,” I hissed.
“Oh, yes. I’m so bad…”
I decided to give her what she wanted just then. She was so waiting for it and I could feel myself getting so close to filling her with my hot juice.
I plunged myself harder into her, again… and again… her moans getting louder each time, and each time I slapped her ass cheeks harder. They were turning red but she still cried out for more.
I was about to blast inside of her and I wasn’t sure I could control myself much longer, so I was forced to pull back to regain my composure.
As I held my glistening, wet, throbbing equipment in my hand I watched her sweet pool of sex, and it was turning me on more and more by the second. Watching the perfectly shaped clefts of her ass cheeks surrounding the hidden treasure of her body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It turned me on more than I ever could have dreamed. Just a glimpse was enough to send me into hysterics of lust and desire that had to be satisfied.
Above her juicy core was her tight rear hole. It was so beautiful, slightly less pink than its counterpart but nonetheless inviting.
I couldn’t help myself as I watched it.
I pressed my hard member back into her tight, wetness trying to go even deeper than before, but at the same time I allowed my finger to do some extra exploring, which caught her off guard at first, but it quickly heightened all the other sensations she was feeling.
I pushed my first two fingers slowly inside of her backdoor.
Her body jerked suddenly, surprised. At first, I thought she might reject this invitation, but she quickly began to encourage it.
As I pumped Tarin with my thick tower my fingers were now moving deeper inside of her back entrance. It was tight and hot. I pushed inside of her and then all the way out again watching it open and close like a sheath for my flesh.
I was holding on to Tarin’s shoulder with my other hand and she suddenly started to lick and suck on my fingers. Her hot mouth on my hands felt enticing and gave my mind fuel for other nasty thoughts that I enjoyed.
I decided to take that as a signal and I pulled out of her slit and stepped out of the bed coming around to the edge of the bed where her face was now perfectly positioned. Before she realized it I was shoving all eight inches of myself into her tight, hot mouth.
She accepted it eagerly inhaling me as far as she could, her teeth and lips wrapped around me tightly. She began to move her head up and down on my shaft quickly. I wasn't sure how long I could stand that before I would explode into her mouth, but I was determined to hold out for a while. I wanted to finish inside of her, but I desperately craved this sweet suction on my throbbing member. Her mouth was so good. She easily slid me past her tongue and into the opening of her tight throat.
Her hot breath warmed up the already warm spit encasing my bulge in sweetness. I placed a hand on her head to slow her down slightly so that I could prolong the pleasure. She quickly adapted and began to tighten the suction and move slowly up and down. I felt my secret gland tightening and pumping my manly juices towards a dedicated purpose.
She had such a tight suction on my member now that the sensation was beyond perfect. It was squeezing me so tightly and moving slowly up until her mouth reached the tip and then doubling the sucking sensation on the most sensitive spot of all and then plunging back down to engulf the full girth and length of the shaft.
I knew I was going to finish soon.
I pulled out of her mouth. I was throbbing and I thought for sure I was going to release my load right then. I took several deep breaths and calmed down, feeling the huge build-up that sought freedom. I was going to make it wait until just the perfect time. And when I did allow my bundle of total pleasure to come it would be beyond glorious.
I spread Tarin’s legs and quickly buried my face in her juicy slit. My tongue sliced through the wet gap opening it, allowing it to suckle at the juices that poured from her like a fountain. The scent and the taste of her passion were overwhelming and I felt a head rush gushing through my mind like I had never known before, but I was too determined to bring her to fruition to care.
I could feel her getting close. Her body tensed up waiting for the ending to arrive. Her breath was short and shallow, gasping as I lapped at her sweet nectar.
She was so close…
I quickly burrowed my body between her legs. My hard flesh sword found her wet sheath and slid in so easily. I began to pump her harder and harder, quicker and quicker. I wanted to come so badly… I could feel that she was almost there too. It was going to be any second. The pressure was so intense. It sent shockwaves of tingling throughout my entire manhood ending as butterflies in my stomach. I was almost there…We were moving totally together now, her hips and my hips bucking hard against each other driving our groins together so tightly.
And as our bodies began to move in sync up and down with each other the purest moment of true joy and happiness surged through my body. I felt like I might be broken by this soft woman on top of me. She could break me by the smallest thing. A concerned look, a stern tone in her voice, a disapproving word and I was ready to accept all of that and more.
I thought about our children and who they would be. Would they be all human? Or would there still be a bit of The Other World inside of them?
I supposed that was something we would work out when it finally happened.
My whole body flexed, wrenching into the climax, releasing so deeply inside of her wet, tight, center.
She gasped for breath and allowed her body to stop quivering before lying down on top of me.
I closed my eyes and slept in total peace for perhaps the first time in my life.
Chained To The Monster
~ Bonus Story ~
An Alien Abduction Romance
“…He had let her sleep alone the night of, for which she was thankful. The next night, however, he had made himself comfortable beside her as they settled in for the night. She slept in her clothing, unsure of the custom of sleep for the Ka’thon, but Thrain was not shy and slept completely naked. She hadn’t been sure what to make of it when he’d come to her that way – she thought perhaps he meant to sleep with her, and she didn’t know if that was something she was ready for, all things considered…”
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Kira never expected to leave Earth, let alone leave it under circumstances less than consensual. Whisked away suddenly to an alien planet, dominated by an alien warrior race entirely made up of powerful, ferocious males, she finds herself 'claimed' by a warrior who says they're destined to be together.
Will Kira ever be able to find her way home? Or will she succumb to the strange passions her alien captor arises in her?
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Kira had always heard the stories, as a child. They would be cautionary tales told to the other military children housed on the Interstellar Aeronautic Military base she’d grown up on. How there were worlds, lightyears beyond the safety and comfort of the earth, full of wonder and discovery – but also of danger and barbarism. How, sometimes, creatures from those worlds would seek out others like theirs, capture their people, enslave them or worse.
She had always been fascinated by these stories, more than she had been scared, because in all of the universe and its vast number of worlds and civilizations, who would come to the earth and expect to find anything worth taking? They were just talks told by old military folk, hardened by wars long since settled, after all. There was no reason to be afraid, no reason to think that a night’s jog alone would leave her open to the very thing she’d been warned about as a child.
Kira, it turns out, had been very, very wrong about that.
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She reflected on this fact as she lay, arms bound to her sides with bindings of a strange, unforgiving black metal that she was unfamiliar with. Similar metal bindings strapped across her chest, painfully constricting her torso to the slab she was on, and there was a strap for each of her thighs and ankles, as well. There was no light, none anywhere, except for the blinking pad across from her, where the door to her cell blended in seamlessly with the rest of her surroundings.
That same, matte black metal surrounded her in the tiny room she had been shoved into after her capture. It had been done so quickly, she hadn’t gotten a glimpse of whatever alien ship had certainly descended from the heavens, but she imagined whatever it was, whichever system it came from, it was just as black and depressing as the rest of her surroundings.
What am I going to do?
She had only caught a brief look of her captor. It had been a shimmering beam that had transported her from the earth up into the sky in a flash. All she could remember was a large body, muscled, snatching her up as soon as she’d nearly gotten her bearings. A blow to the back of the head had left everything dark and empty, and then she’d woken up where she was then. She had no weapons to speak of, and with no idea of where she was, where she was going, or even of who had taken her, she was left woefully under prepared for the situation.
Futilely, she struggled against the straps holding her to the cold metal slab. The edges of the binds dug painfully into her skin, and she only tried it seconds more before she stopped, realizing that the more she tried to move and free herself, the more the bindings constricted about her body, like the chorded muscle of a snake trying to squeeze the life from its struggling prey. Breathing heavily, she thudded her head back against the slab, wincing at the shock of pain that wracked through her skull.
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