by Marie Dry
Zacar growled at him and to her surprise, Larz growled back. She thought Zacar was amused at his daring.
"We are different and need closeness with you," Larz explained. "Father said that is how it should be. He made sure we would have a connection with you to ensure you never feel sad and lonely and want to die."
"How do you know this, Larz?" she asked, feeling faint with surprise. They were only two months old.
"Zyrgins are born with the knowledge of their forefathers. We are imprinted with the knowledge of a warrior and how to fly our spaceship," he said. Zacar growled again and Larz hastily continued. "But we won't, since we are not acknowledged warriors...Yet." He said the last with a very defiant look at his father.
"Oh." For the life of her she didn't know what else to say. While she was still trying to assimilate the changes in her sons, they walked to the door of their tent.
"Mother, we are off to train."
Natalie nodded and bit her lip. What if they practiced with the older warriors and one of them got hurt? They wanted to be considered warriors, but the swords the warriors practiced with were sharp. What if they hurt her sons by accident?
Suddenly, she was airborne and squealed like a teenager. "Zacar, what are you doing?"
He growled at her and carried her to their tent.
"Oh."
He had refrained from making love to her since the boys' birth. Now, his patience was clearly at an end. To be truthful, she'd missed the four-hour-a-day sessions with her alien as well.
"You are healed?"
Natalie nodded shyly.
Viglar had told her very bluntly a week ago, "You can fuck again."
It was bad enough not having a human doctor, without having to have such blunt conversations. He put her down on her feet and she stood facing him.
Zacar unbuttoned her shirt, tearing the buttons off in his haste. She flattened her hands on his shirt and pushed the front apart. As long as she lived she would never tire of seeing the way the fabric parted, as if by magic. He bent his head to her breast and, cupping her, suckled fiercely. She moaned and twisted closer to him. Every part of her body seemed connected to where he suckled. Even her toes curled up. She was aware only of the sensations his hands and mouth caused, which raced through her body.
"Oh Zacar, it has been too long."
"Yes need to increase the hours I fuck you."
She giggled and moved her hands over his beautiful chest down his sides to stroke down his flanks, admiring the way his muscles rippled under her hands. He sank onto his knees, kissing his way down her stomach and she forgot everything but his lips and tongue spreading fire everywhere.
Suddenly she was picked up and tossed on the bed. She grabbed his arms and drew him down on top of her. He sprawled next to her and leaned over her, his hard muscled body covering hers without crushing her. He was truly magnificent. She couldn't think of him as an alien anymore. To her, he was the ultimate man.
"This time I'll be ready and I'll drive a hard bargain," she teased.
"Six hours," he said promptly and she erupted in giggles at his words but also because he touched her ribs with curious fingers.
"Stop touching me like that. And I will agree to two hours and I get to be on top every second time we make love."
He moved his fingers over her ribs again. "You do not like this."
"No, and please stop. It's not nice to tickle a ticklish person."
"Does kissing cause this tickle," he asked so seriously she giggled more from the earnest expression on his face than his finger strumming her ribs.
"Why don't you try it and find out?"
He kissed her ribs and then sucked her nipple into his mouth until she twisted and moaned and the last thing on her mind was being ticklish.
"Six hours and you are on top only when I say."
"What, you expect me to bargain now?" She moaned again when he moved to her other breast. He suckled hard before lifting his head and spearing her with a look hotter than fire. "Six hours, Natlia."
She kissed his neck and explored his muscled body. Two could play this game. She licked him everywhere she could reach, her hands moving over his back to clasp his firm buttocks. They flexed under her hands. She writhed against him, lost in pleasure. What did she want to say to him, something important about hours?
"Six," he grated against her ear.
"Two," she moaned against his.
He growled.
"All right four, but please hurry, I need you."
He moved between her thighs, rose over her, and entered her in one smooth motion. She clung to him, enjoying the too-full, almost-uncomfortable sensation she hadn't felt in a long time.
"I missed this," she gasped against his ear.
"You will not miss it anymore. I will pleasure you many hours." He leaned down and kissed her then moved down and scraped his teeth over her neck. Then he moved his hips.
Before his second stroke she shattered apart. She heard him roar through the pleasure burning through every inch of her body.
When she came back to her senses, he held her clasped against his side, his hand slowly stroking her stomach in lazy circles.
"I love you, Natlia. More than I want to be a warrior, I love you."
She rose on her elbow and looked down at him. "I love you, too, Zacar, more than my trees or my mountain, I love you."
***
The next morning, she woke up alone. She stretched lazily, her muscles deliciously sore. Where were the boys?
Probably training with the warriors, she thought indulgently. She would see them at breakfast. She'd hoped Zacar would get tired of feeding her every meal, but he still did it. When he wasn't there to feed her for a meal, Viglar watched her like a hawk.
***
Zacar and his warriors had developed a new routine. Every morning, they worked on a long narrow tunnel opposite the one leading to their space ship.
She walked over to Zacar where he stood talking to Zurian. "Are you making space for more spaceships?"
Zacar cupped her face and looked down at her with what she'd come to recognize as tenderness. "It is a surprise for my breeder wife."
Natalie smiled and stretched up to kiss him. After the incident with Murdoch, she could now enter the tunnel leading to the ship any time she wanted, but with Zurian living on the ship, she avoided that area like the plague. She suspected the warrior had a perpetual bad mood and after she'd seen him in just a towel she was definitely not his favourite person.
She pressed closer, twirling her forefinger over his chest. "So when can I have my surprise then?"
"Soon." He flatly refused to say anything more.
With the snow melting, the warriors now exercised outside the cave, beyond the force field. Sometimes, she took a blanket and sat outside, watching them. She was determined to enjoy the good weather while it lasted. The cold and snow could return anytime. Or maybe they would have a year of summer like that time a few years ago.
She was standing at the entrance of the cave, smiling at Larz and Zorlorf practicing with their wooden swords, when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Even after all this time, her body still reacted when Zacar appeared behind her.
"Your surprise is ready, Natlia." He took her hand and led her into the cave.
"What is it? More clothes?"
He'd produced boots and pants and even a shirt for her made with their strange material.
He didn't answer and led her to the tunnel they'd been working on the last few days. The lights came on as they went into a long narrow tunnel. He'd told her they built the tunnels this narrow because if anyone attacked they would have to enter it one by one.
At the end of the tunnel a silver door was installed. He murmured something in Zyrgin and the door opened.
Natalie followed him inside, her heart beating louder than the thuds of the warriors practicing. She stopped and stared, tears ran down her cheeks as if someone had turned on a faucet in her head.
Sh
e stood in her home. The farmhouse living room was faithfully recreated. Even the windows showed the exact same view she grew up with. She vaguely realized it had to be holograms but her brain couldn't function.
"How?"
"We found images on your TC."
In a daze, she walked with him through bedrooms with exact replicas of the furniture she remembered.
"Oh Zacar, I don't know what to say."
"Say nothing. Kiss me instead."
She laughed and went on tiptoes and kissed him long and hard. "Let's go outside, I want to thank the others."
"Not with kisses," he warned and she suppressed her laughter.
They went outside and stood watching the warriors.
"Tell me about your planet," she asked without looking back at him. It fascinated her that there was a whole galaxy out there with different races, even species.
"What do you want to know?'
"How do you court a woman?"
"Court?" he asked.
"When you want her for your breeder, how do you convince her?"
"On our planet, we have many animals but one is a ferocious beast. Almost like the bears of your planet that died out. A warrior would leave alone and not return until he can lay the coat of the beast at his chosen breeder's feet."
"What if she doesn't want you?"
"Why would she not want a strong warrior?"
"Maybe--" She hesitated. How could she phrase this? "Maybe because she would like a choice in whom she spends her life with. Whom she has children with."
"Warrior choose. Most females are happy."
She threw up her hands. "I give up. You'll never understand. I cannot find women for your warriors. I lied to you. Julia is my only friend. If I can see her, I can tell her about your warriors. She's very delicate. Very frail." If she could convince them of that, her friend might be safe from being kidnapped. She had to ensure that, if Julia ended up with a warrior, it was by choice.
"We know that."
"How do you know she's frail?"
What she knew as his puzzled expression crossed his face. "Zurian went to town."
Her heart stopped. "What happened? What did he do?"
"He went to the house of the gold female and went inside, staying cloaked until she came home."
"Oh, heavens. What happened? What did he do to my friend?"
"When he uncloaked, her eyes rolled back and she fell."
"Oh my God. Julia must have been terrified. Is she okay? What did he do with her?"
"She's a weak woman. He put her in her bed and covered her with many blankets then left her."
If she knew her friend, by the next day, Julia would have convinced herself it had been a bad dream.
"Azagor wants a woman as brave as you. He went to a farm on the other side of the tiny town. It had many women and he walked in front of the one he liked, but she did not try to hit him with a twig. She just screamed and run away."
Natalie bit her lip. Hard. "I thought you didn't want to be seen."
"My warriors go camouflaged. Only the woman saw him."
"So what will they do now? I assume they abandoned the plan of being hit by twigs."
He gave a satisfied grunt. "They will capture their women according to the old ways."
While they talked, Zurian and Azagor came out and started to train with the twins. Her sons looked so fierce and cute, she wanted to rush over and hug them. She tried to look at them with objective eyes. After a while, she realized they might be small and not using real weapons, but they worked as a unit.
When the warriors broke out of formation, Azagor took the boys and trained them. He was clearly showing them how to work together, how to use their size to their advantage. Natalie shuddered. She wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of a fight with her children. When they broke for a few minutes, Larz strutted over to her, while Zorlorf stood talking earnestly to Azagor.
She gave Larz a brilliant smile. "You did very well. I'm sure your father is very proud of you." And he had better tell them that if he knew what was good for him.
"Father said if it was not for the law prohibiting it, he would give us real swords before our second change."
Natalie suppressed a smile at the way he pushed out his chest. She smiled up at Zacar before turning back to Larz. "So after your second change, you get a sword?"
"Yes, we are given a sword by our leader and that is the sword we have for the rest of our lives. We have to prove we can take on any enemy with only a sword. Then after our third change, we are issued with weapons and knowledge."
"Knowledge?" she asked, curious.
Zacar stiffened behind her and Larz suddenly turned and ran off, shouting over his shoulder, "I have to go and talk to Azagor."
Natalie watched him hurry away. They had grown a little over the last few weeks, but Larz seemed to have grown more than his brother. Bulkier. What knowledge would be imparted to them when they went through their second change? They referred to Zacar as Father to please her, but constantly slipped, calling him leader like the others. What would be the equivalent rank on Earth?
Wistfully, she looked up at Zacar. "They're growing up so fast. They were never my babies and now it feels as if they won't be my boys for very long."
He looked down at her and opened his mouth as if to say something but bent his head and kissed her instead. "They are good warriors."
She knew he was trying to make her feel better. She loved her sons. Her words were more an observation than a complaint. Giving the boys one final glance to ensure they were okay, she moved back into the cave.
Spring had finally come. She would enjoy it with her fierce warrior and her two sons. They would have many summers and, with her sons and Zacar with her, the winters lying ahead did not fill her with dread as they used to.
About the Author
Ever since she can remember Marie Dry wanted to travel. She had had the privilege of living in Zambia, Morocco, and Spain and sees herself as a bit of a gypsy. Every few years she gets restless and has to be some place new.
All her life she has read romances and was fairly young when she decided she would write the perfect story that had all the elements she looked for in a romance. In 1997 she shared a pizza with a friend. She promised her friend to go all out with her writing and get published. With her friends cheering her on ever since, Dry found it a wonderful experience to see the characters in her head coming to life on the page. So being published by Black Opal Books is a dream come true for her.
There are several wonderful moments in her life that she would never trade for anything. One of them was meeting President Nelson Mandela and the second being published.
Genre: Science Fiction/Romantic Suspense/Steamy Romance
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