The Blue Alien's Mate: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Celestial Mates)

by Zara Zenia

  Right now, my cock was the one in power. No matter how many times I tried to rid my mind of the human female, the more beautiful and forbidden she became. She was so tiny, so frail yet her mind was so powerful. I held my hardness in both sets of my hands and ran my palms up the length, closing my eyes to imagine her soft curves and pale skin.

  She must be tamed, I thought as I stroked myself. If she knows what she is doing, knows my power and still does not want to fuck me then she is truly strong, and wild. I moved my hands faster as I thought about taming her, of making her submit to my desires. I’d make her love me, make her worship me. She’d fall to my feet like all the others with her legs spread open and her arms waiting to be wrapped around my giant body. I held a vision in my mind, one where she was ready and waiting for me, her entire body open to receiving my length, her lips parting only to beg me for a fuck. I clenched my eyes closed and gritted my teeth as I came, ejaculating all over my desk. Now spent, I could finally feel my penis soften and I breathed a sigh of relief. If only it had been relieved deep inside the disobedient human.

  As I stood up, I wondered what she was doing up there. Would she be planning an escape? There was nowhere for her to go, the palace walls were secure like a prison and what would she do on this planet alone, anyway? Her situation was surely a sorry one. Maybe she was up there crying with homesickness, lying in my bed imagining this whole scenario was a terrible dream.

  I opened the top drawer of my desk, my special place for secret vices. Every creature has one. I have heard that on Earth people drink fermented plants, they do so in such large quantities that they can forget entire periods of their life. On planet Ubi-76X, however, they drink the blood of the dead. The more violent the death, I have heard, means the more inebriated you get. Here, on the other hand, we fall somewhere in the middle. There is a peculiar animal on this land. It only survived in the coldest of climates where its blood freezes so much so that when you take the bones out of their bodies, they snap in your hands to reveal the sweet bone marrow beneath, shattered into splinters. Marrow dust is its simplistic name and for thousands of years, we have smoked it in times of celebration, or more often than not, in times of great commiseration.

  I pulled out the red box that no one knew of. If it was discovered that the leader had such a dirty habit it would produce such a scandal, I would have to hide my face in shame and all faith in me would be lost. I often thought the taboo surrounding it was ridiculous, just hype and superstition from a bygone era. It was said that it could make your blood cursed, could turn you into a rabid monster. Of course, all it really did was relax you and help you think clearly. Old people… I shook my head at their ancient laws that made no sense. At least someday I’d be able to change them, maybe…

  Standing out on the balcony, I rolled the marrow dust in thin fabric. Burning the end, I inhaled the fumes and watched the cloud of red smoke that puffed up in front of my face.

  “Aaahhh….”

  I flung my head back, watched the smoke reach up into the sky with its redness so stark against the pristine glowstone of the palace. Then there was a knock on the door.

  “Fuck!”

  I tossed it to the floor and stamped out the meager ember.

  “Who is it?”

  No reply.

  “I said who the fuck is it?”

  There was the shuffling of nervous footsteps outside the door, the muted whispers of my advisors as they clumped together out in the hall. I flung open the door, my cheeks puffed up with anger.

  “What is it?”

  I glowered at them and they shrunk back.

  “Why are you silent? You come and interrupt my peace and then you say nothing? Are you stupid?”

  Their eyes were wide with terror and I could tell they had come with bad news.

  “What is it?”

  Oban, with his wise face all twisted up with worry, took a step forward and placed a hand on my shoulder.

  “Dear, Urie. Come with us immediately. Something has happened.”

  Meetings with advisors often bored me but this was different. My heart was hammering in my chest as I looked at the old faces in front of me, their brows furrowed and wrinkled with anxiety.

  “Will someone tell me what’s going on!”

  I punched the table sending a shock wave down to Oban. He jumped and recoiled back in his seat.

  “Please remain calm young, Urie.”

  “I’ll be calmer when you tell me what is happening.”

  “Very well.”

  He smoothed his hands down the front of his robe.

  “The X’Sorians….”

  He gulped as though the words were stuck in his throat.

  “They have advanced… onto a neighboring planet.”

  I seethed and dug my fingers into the palm of my hand.

  “And this planet… It’s one of ours.”

  He nodded and looked away, his gaze darting to the floor.

  “We’ll defeat them again! Are they stupid? Do they not remember what I did to their last commander?”

  “Listen please,” Oban said with a quivering voice. “There’s more. They are, how shall I put it, more aggressive. They have advanced at one of our weakest spots and….” he trailed off.

  He was thinking something. There was an undertone in his voice lurking with insidious meaning.

  “What are you trying to say?” I said as I leaned across the table.

  My arms shook beneath my weight, my face red with anger.

  “I’m saying that… there was no way for them to know where to advance if it weren’t for…” his voice dissolved into little more than a croak.

  “Spit it out Oban!”

  “We have a traitor!” he blurted out. “A spy! Someone who told them where to strike.”

  The table of advisors gasped.

  “That can’t be,” a voice came from beside me.

  “It’s the only way.”

  Oban shook his head.

  “There is no other fathomable explanation.”

  “Thank you, Oban,” I hissed. “I respect that you came to me so fast with this news.”

  I sat at the head of the table and looked down at all the blanched and panicked faces.

  “So… we have a traitor…”

  I looked into each of their eyes. One of them had betrayed me.

  Chapter 8

  Samantha

  There must be a God. There must be, otherwise that blue devil would have raped me. Maybe… My mind was muddled up with a thousand different thoughts. I lay on the bed and looked up to the ceiling where a great, electric chandelier swung from the ceiling with a cacophony of light like visual music. There was so much to get used to here, so much that was a shock. In some ways, things were similar to Earth. There seemed to be a society not too dissimilar to ours but at the same time, other things appeared to be so different. Sex slaves being auctioned in the street, for example, not likely to happen on Earth. People having four blue arms, also not likely but art and culture, war and pleasure, these were things that must be universal.

  “Thank God…” I said as I rolled over. “Thank God he didn’t touch me.”

  It seemed strange the more I looked back on it. He could have done anything to me, raped me, tortured me, killed me and he would have been within his right to do so. After all, this planet was his—he could do what he liked, and he bought me, fair and square. Maybe this race of alien didn’t believe in rape or maybe he was just in a good mood. It was all so bewildering.

  I felt my eyelids become heavy as the chandelier danced above me and as I watched it gently swing from side to side, I felt sleep wash over me. I’d hardly closed my eyes since I’d been taken from Earth. Now my body felt as though I’d been hit by a ton of bricks and I pulled the covers up over me, welcoming the chance to finally be alone to relax. But then the footsteps came.

  I was wide awake again, sitting bolt upright in bed as the steps became louder. They were heavy, seemed to shake the floor as they ap
proached and I bit down on my fingers to stifle the scream that wanted to escape my throat.

  His blue form walked up to the doorway of the bedroom. He glanced at me for a second as if to make sure I was still there then he walked away, seemingly disinterested. So he wasn’t coming back to finish what he started. His footsteps stomped away from the bedroom and down the hall. I heard the sound of something being turned, then the noise of liquid. I could smell it from where I sat, another strange alien thing I needed to learn about.

  I couldn’t help it, I jumped off the bed and tiptoed out into the hall. A weird scent traveled up the hall from behind a door. It was almost floral but there was something else too, a musky flavor that clawed at your palette. With bated breath, I took a few tentative steps down the hall, then another few. Before I knew it I was close up to the door, looking through the small gap with my fingers over my mouth to silence my heavy breathing.

  Steam. It filled the entire room in a jet stream like feathers, light and fluffy as it cascaded down from a tap in the ceiling. My captor, blue and muscular stood in the center with his back toward me as he leaned against the wall. His broad shoulders glistened with moisture, his muscles rippling as he moved. I couldn’t stop myself from gasping even though my hand was clasped across my face. No matter how much I wanted to look away, to hate him and want to escape, my eyes lingered on his body with a desire to see more. A fleeting thought passed through my head. I could kill him now, he’s in a weak position, naked and vulnerable. I could take advantage and destroy him. But then the thought seemed stupid and immature, not to mention I was enjoying what I was seeing.

  He turned around, his pecs large and hard. He still wasn’t aware I was there. At least he wouldn’t be able to hear me as the steam rushed past his ears like a super powered sauna. Turn around, Samantha. Go back to the room. What if he catches you looking at him? But in that moment I couldn’t bring myself to care.

  Beneath the steam, I began to see movement, a hand pulsing up and down and then… his cock. Hard and extended it looked as though it could kill a tiny human such as me. He was stroking it with his hand, petting it up and down as he closed his eyes. Was he thinking of me?

  “Fuck,” he mouthed.

  He grunted, made visceral noises like an animal, desperate and heated as he pleasured his turgid cock. Before I could look away or register what I was seeing, my body responded. A heat built up within me, a seeping of liquid passion between my legs. I clenched my thighs together as I felt myself throb.

  Oh, God. Oh no.

  I pushed a hand between my legs.

  “Oh, fuck!” he grunted from within the steam shower.

  It was happening whether I wanted it to or not. I was becoming more and more aroused the more I watched him. For a split second, I thought about striding in and bending over in front of him. I felt my lips become engorged with blood as my pussy readied itself to be taken. Would a cock that size destroy me? Or would it give me the best pleasure of my life?

  Oh, God. Oh God!

  I thrust my hand down the front of my panties and felt the slick wetness against my fingers. My clitoris was pulsing, desperate to be touched. I rubbed it furiously, felt my juices soak into my hand as my legs trembled and I gripped the door frame to hold me upright.

  I bit my lower lip to stop myself from screaming, all the while keeping my eyes on his body, his magnificent muscles as they contracted in a steady rhythm as he moved his hand. His breathing became labored, his chest rising up and down faster. He was approaching a hard and fast orgasm and so was I. His buttocks clenched. My thighs shuddered violently.

  “Fuck!” he roared.

  And he came, ejaculating into the steam over and over, spurting his seed across the room in load after load. Then it was my turn. My pussy quivered one last time and in one swift motion I stumbled forward against the wall, my entire body tensing then relaxing as a wave of ecstasy ran through my body.

  I tried to regain my breath, letting it come back to me in short, sharp gasps of air. Peeking one last time through the gap in the door, I saw his body was mirroring mine as he leaned against the tiled wall, his pecs rising and falling as he opened his eyes and got his bearings.

  “What the hell just happened,” I whispered to myself.

  I felt my body swell with forbidden feelings for the alien that was holding me hostage. Maybe the next time he tried to touch me I wouldn’t be so quick to push him away.

  Chapter 9

  Urie

  “What are we to do, oh mighty Urie?”

  “Are we to let the X’Sorians simply take over the galaxy with the carnal acts of violence, picking us off one by one?”

  “Urie you must help us! What is your plan of action?”

  War Council meetings… They were always like this, everyone firing questions at me as though I was the savior with all the answers. The large amphitheater was filled to the brim with committee members and councilors. I was at the front like a spectacle, the youngest one in the room but also the most powerful. All eyes were on me as I was expected to say the things that would placate their worries. But I didn’t know what to say.

  “Gentlemen, please. We are all in this together.”

  I raised my palms at them.

  “There are more of us than them. If we band toge-“

  “Band together?” an angry voice interrupted me from the back. “But you are the fierce warrior, Urie. It is you who is expected to defeat our enemy. We’ve heard stories, young leader. Tales of how you beheaded the commander, how you drank his blood and turned his teeth into trinkets.”

  Turned his teeth into trinkets… It would seem every time the story was told it got more ridiculous. I didn’t, however, put the story straight. If I was being honest, I enjoyed the myth and mystery surrounding me. I wondered what people would make up next.

  “Gentlemen, I am flattered that you have such unwavering devotion for me. Your loyalty will be rewarded, mark my words.”

  Old Oban was beside me, nodding seriously with every word I said. He leaned over and whispered in my ear.

  “Tell them what you are going to do.”

  I gave him a sideways glance.

  “I have no idea what I am going to do. Why do I have so many allies, advisors, and councilmen but somehow it is always me who has to think of everything?”

  He looked away embarrassed, his cheeks burning as he fiddled with one of his sleeves.

  “Are we boring you?” another angry voice in the distance. “Should we leave you to gossip and chat with your own men?”

  “There’s no need to be upset,” I addressed the room. “We were merely discussing tactics. Oban here is my chief advisor and I value his opinion greatly.”

  “And do you not value ours?” a tall warlord in the front row stood up enraged.

  His name was Rodin and he had been on the war council for longer than I was alive. He had served my father for many years and I had once thought of him as an uncle. Now, he appeared to be more of a foe.

  This wasn’t going well so far.

  “I was just about to say that I value his opinion as much as all of yours. As I previously said, we are all in this together, allies against the X’Sorians.”

  A murmur drifted across the room like a wave.

  “Silence!”

  The speaker of the house slammed his gavel and the voices died down. I gave Oban a desperate look. He pursed his lips together, a sign that he didn’t know what to say any more than I did. I took a deep breath and parted my lips to speak, paused, sat back then held a hand to my head.

  “I’m assuming young Urie has drained his brain inside that human piece of meat he bought. That’s why he is not so sharp-minded today,” the warlord waved his hands to the crowd as if he was a master comedian.

  A roar of laughter erupted and once again the gavel was slammed down.

  “Silence!” the speaker of the house yelled.

  This time, it took longer for him to quieten everybody down. Even when I began to sp
eak once again, there were sniggers coming from the back rows and smirks across the faces of people I once thought to be friends.

  “I don’t remember my personal life to be of any concern to you people,” I said. “After all, if I were to announce the indiscretions of every man in this room we would be here all day.”

  The sniggering died down.

  “But a human!” a shrill voice shrieked from the front row. “Why?”

  “Yes why Urie!”

  “Why a human? Aren’t you fond of the strong Ura-Than females we have? They are perfect and docile, will do anything you say but have bodies that are tough and durable. They can take anything, unlike the fragile humans who cry at the slightest touch.”

  We were back to this subject again. Producing an heir… I still felt like a child myself at times I had no inclination to have an heir, not now anyway.

  “It is none of your business!” I yelled, slamming my fist down on the table. “If any of you mention my private life again…” I glowered at them, my eyes boring into the faces of the men in front of me.

  Some held my gaze for a few seconds before glancing away at the ground in fear, others shrunk back as though my eyes could sear a hole into their bodies. They all thought they were so tough… I stood up and stepped into the crowd, walking up and down the aisles as I spoke.

  “The X’Sorians, I am told, are treacherous but it would seem that some of you in this room are no better! You are far more interested in snippets of gossip and where I put my cock, which by the way is far superior to all of yours! We are in a time of war, a time when we could be obliterated in an instant with our families and homes being blown apart into stardust only for our bodies to blister and die amongst the cosmos. But here we are, discussing whether young Urie wants to produce an heir with a human or if he’d rather find himself attracted to a good, wholesome, local girl. You all make me sick! So listen to me gentlemen as I tell you these words, listen for I will not repeat them: Those of you who have laughed at me, who have told me what I should do with my own body, in my own palace and mocked me for choosing a human… I will come for you when this war is over and we will duel to the death. Then, and only then, will you see how pathetic you all are.”