Raelor

by Terra Wolf

  “Do you see something interesting?” Raelor asked her, pulling her attention back to him. She shook her head. “Nothing important. So what do you think of the suit?” Damn he looked hot. Too hot. So hot she was practically sweating just being near him.

  Raelor shrugged his big mountainous shoulders, moving in front of her. “Surprisingly comfortable. Better than some of the other human clothes that I had been provided with. And you are right, I do fit in quite nicely. But now we need to look for someone who stands out.”

  Marci nodded. “And what exactly is it that we’re looking for again?”

  Raelor pulled her close to him. “A group of men, they may be wearing masks or standing close together and not speaking to anyone else. We can't be sure of what organizations are involved.”

  Marci raised an eyebrow at him. “Don't you think we should be whispering? Anyone can hear you, you know that, right?”

  Raelor shook his head. “My hearing is expert. It's an ability of my people. No one else can hear like I can. I'm not worried about whispering, besides, let them know that I'm here. I won't let them get away.” He stood tall, as if he were demonstrating his dominance.

  The music slowed and some couples began to congregate on the dance floor. Marci hoped for a moment that Raelor would ask her to dance but she knew that they were here on a mission. Fantasies of their bodies pressed close together had evaporated as soon as she saw Raelor strap a blaster to his body right before they left her apartment. This wasn't going to be the super romantic night she had hoped for. Instead it was just a job to him. Part of her understood, he was desperate to fulfill his father's wishes and also to keep her safe. She had to appreciate at least that part of it. He cared about her on some level.

  “Shall we?”

  Her mouth dropped open a little. “Dance? You want to dance with me?”

  Raelor cocked his head at her looking confused. “Isn't that what parties are for? We’re here, after all.” He pressed his body against her slightly so that her back was up against a column. “We're together.”

  She nodded hesitantly but offered her hand and he walked her out onto the dance floor. Everyone was partaking in a group dance. Marci had never participated in the dance before but she knew how it went. At the end of the dance you were supposed to end up with your original partner, your date. As Raelor began spinning her around and releasing her as the next man stepped in, she suddenly realized that the space between them was becoming larger and larger. She felt like she was getting lost among the other people. A dark haired man in a tuxedo dipped his head to her as the dance continued. He had a hard jawline, and filled out the black fabric nicely. The gene pool here was top notch, minus the gross little men. Marci craned her neck to look for Raelor but he was out of sight.

  She joined hands with the new suitor. “What's your name?” he asked her as they separated and then came back together. She craned her neck to try to get a glimpse of Raelor through the crowd but there were so many other aliens there that many other men matched his height and she couldn’t pick him out.

  “Marci.” She didn't continue the conversation, it was pointless. She wasn’t here to find a new date, she was here on a mission with Raelor. She was his hostess and he was her super hot alien. But the man kept pressing, asking her question after question even though she only answered with one word responses. What was this guy’s deal? Why did he want to know so much about her? And then she realized, he may be one of the men she was supposed to be looking out for. He could be one of the bad guys. Shit.

  She still couldn't find Raelor in the crowd but realized that if she could figure out if this man was one of the people that she was supposed to be watching, she needed to continue to engage him further. “I'm so warm, can we grab a drink instead?”

  The man abruptly stopped dancing and offered her his arm, walking her off the floor and towards the bar. She stole a glance over her shoulder but she still couldn't find Raelor. How had she ended up alone? She didn’t have any ass kicking skills. But flirting, flirting she could do.

  Once at the bar the man ordered them each a glass of white wine and they toasted to a successful evening.

  “I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name,” she added with a cute smile.

  He held out his hand for her to shake, “James. I work for the Galactic Alliance. What did you say it was that you do?”

  Marci shook her head as she took a sip of wine. Was this guy one of the good guys? “Absolutely nothing exciting. So what brings you here tonight James? Work or pleasure?”

  She was shocked at her confidence, but she knew that she couldn't last long. She needed Raelor to emerge from the crowd and question this man properly, to find out his motives.

  “I got the invitation from work obviously, but I'm definitely here for pleasure. Isn’t that what you’re here for?”

  He set his wine down and closed in on her. His face only inches away from her own.

  “Well I believe we’re all here for the intergalactic partnership. We’re all just trying to make friends right? Is that we're trying to do James, make friends?”

  James took his finger and dragged it down her arm. “Friends are boring. I'd rather just lovers.”

  Oh shit. James wasn’t here because he was some member of some underground organization that was sucking souls out of human beings, James was here for a booty call. And Marci had just set herself up to be his number one choice. Annoying. But she could handle herself. She’d done it before. Time to put on her big girl panties and turn him down.

  But just as she was about to turn off the charm and go find Raelor he emerged from the crowd.

  “I see you’ve been keeping my date company,” he said, brushing James off.

  But unfortunately the new suitor couldn’t take a hint. “Your date? She ended the dance with me. I don't think she's your date anymore.”

  Oh so he was pretty, but he was dumb. That was the wrong move. Just as Marci had remembered Raelor losing his absolute crap on her that first day at the docking station, here was that same angry predator again. Just peeking his head out, but if he went into full demonic mode, there was no saving James. He was about to get his ass beat and Marci was losing her opportunity to end this herself.

  “Only because you removed her from the dance floor. Now if you'll excuse us we’re going to get back to the party.”

  James put his hand on Raelor's arm and Marci watched as the yellow of Raelor's eyes became brighter, moving beneath the surface. She instinctively ducked just as Raelor wound up and punched James square in the face.

  James lay on the floor practically unconscious moaning about his face. Oh lord. So much for staying under the radar.

  “I'm sorry that your face was your best asset, the next time consider your bone structure before trying to claim my date.” Raelor didn’t even act as if it hurt him to hit James. Turns out his warrior bravado was warranted.

  Marci’s mouth dropped open as Raelor grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the bar. They continued to move swiftly through the crowd of people as some of the guests moved over towards the body on the floor. They made their way out into the hallway and then Raelor pulled Marci into the coat closet, a room that was just as big as her bedroom was at home.

  He wrapped his hands around her face and studied her. “Are you okay? What did he do to you?”

  Marci shook her head. “Nothing! I mean I think he was going to try something but he wasn't successful. I can fight off a goon, you know. But thank you.”

  “He didn’t touch you, did he? I’ll kill him.”

  “Stop, I thanked you for helping me,” she said to Raelor, who just continued to study her as if she was on fire. He was so big. Tall. Possibly a giant compared to some of the other men at the dancing gala. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him either.

  Before Marci could get any more words out Raelor's lips were on her own. She felt a surge of warmth rush through her veins. She been waiting for this moment since she had seen his picture. S
ure sometimes he had an attitude, and it was certain that he had a temper, but the way he made her feel when his skin touched hers was unlike anything else she'd ever encountered before.

  When they parted she attempted to catch her breath while he spoke. “I don't ever want to see you with another man. I don't know what came over me, but I don't want to see that.”

  “Jealousy. You were jealous that he had my attention.”

  Raelor's eyes darted around the room and he let go of her to turn around and shut the door. “I refuse to be jealous ever again.”

  He lifted her up and pressed her back into the coats behind them, brushing his lips against her collarbone. Damn it felt good.

  “Then don’t be.”

  His eyes flared. “No one can have you because you’re mine.”

  “Is that so?” she countered, trying to be cute but probably failing.

  “Yes.” Quickly his lips were on hers again. Rushed kisses against her mouth.

  His mouth was hot as he lifted her up so that they were at the same level. Marci was only five feet tall, and with his seven-foot frame it felt as if he lifted her so high up in the air that her feet were dangling like a fool. She knew that he was strong, but how strong was shown as he lifted her up without even seeming to use any effort. His breathing didn’t change. It was as if he was lifting a feather, an object so light that it was nothing to him to carry her with both hands.

  Marci should have protested and told him to stop, but his mouth was so hot and getting closer to hers. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She knew they should stay focused on the task, on the mission. But she didn’t want it to end. She wouldn’t stop him. She found her legs parting and welcoming him in. The thin navy gown which left nothing to the imagination was for him. This was part of the reason that the jerk had taken advantage of her. He thought that she was one of those girls. Easy and ready to succumb to his needs.

  But Marci wasn't.

  But here she was in a closet with Raelor ready to be taken. He slid closer, so there was nothing but cotton between them. She could feel the heat of his excitement through his suit, which pressed against her. She could feel his cock, which was iron hard. Marci slipped into the zone where her mind was no longer in control as he slid a finger with his free hand and placed it under her chin. She knew she was about to have sex with an alien. For the first time ever she was going far beyond her realm of possibilities.

  He tilted her head back, and Marci stared at him for a moment. This was her opportunity to tell him to stop. She had the chance, but her mouth wanted to be taken by him, and so did her body. She wasn’t in control.

  Not anymore.

  It was all about Raelor. It had been since the minute he walked into her apartment. Maybe even since she saw his picture for the first time. She had to be honest with herself, this was what she wanted. What she had craved for so long.

  Marci’s breathing quickened, as there were no words that could be said, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She moved so slowly that she felt as if time had stopped as he pulled her in closer, kissing her ever so gently. She expected him to be rough and just take her, but he was so gentle that the urgency he’d had when they’d entered the closet had slowed down.

  She parted her mouth with his tongue as he began to tease her.

  As he placed his lips against hers, she tasted the ruggedness of his strength. She moaned as he drew one lip between his, sucking on it gently. She thought that he could feel her wetness soaking through her underwear and she no longer shivered underneath the silky fabric of her dress in the closet.

  “I want you so badly,” he groaned as he moved his hand away from her face and in between her soaking panties.

  Marci didn’t hesitate in asking, “What are you waiting for?” She was giving him permission to take her, which was more than she had done up to now. She hadn't protested, but she had never said, 'Hey Raelor let's go into the closet and get busy.' She had certainly thought about it, but since she hadn’t confirmed her feelings in the kitchen, she felt like she had lost the opportunity to get another glimpse of him naked. Yet here they were.

  He slipped his hand under her strap and exposed her breasts. He massaged them with his giant hands.

  “Ah,” Marci cried out as he pinched her nipples. The sex was going to be good. She knew it already. Thank the stars for super hot aliens. He lifted her up and started to flick her nipples with his tongue, before engulfing them whole with his mouth. She knew that it wouldn’t be long before she came. It had been too long since she had been touched like this. As she started to yell out louder, she knew that the music and the crowd outside wouldn’t hear the pleasures that she was receiving in the closet.

  “I want to be inside of you,” Raelor said as he dropped her slightly. She fumbled with his belt, suddenly she was regretting the suit. Finally, she unzipped his pants and released his manhood. He yanked on her panties as if it was a piece of string as he tore them from her body. Raelor did all this while keeping her balanced against the door with one knee. He was so strong, and as she ran her hand up his arm, she was about to learn just how strong he was.

  He moved his cock slowly into her with one hand as his lips locked on hers. Marci screamed at the size of it; the more he slowly entered her the bigger it felt. It filled her up, but her wetness enabled him to glide in and out of her slowly, leaving her with no time to react to the ferocity of it all. Marci felt as if she was trapped as every part of him took over her small frame. He had lit a fire underneath her skin as he slammed harder inside of her.

  She weighed nothing as he positioned himself supporting her and he was doing all the work, all she could do was be kissed and fucked as he pushed back and forth. Every inch of him trembled and flexed, it was as if the gentleness that he possessed a few moments ago was lost as soon as he entered. Marci lost herself in the moment.

  She had completely surrendered herself to Raelor. It was clear that he was bringing her to the edge. Marci could feel her orgasm beckoning in the near distance. She opened her eyes and tried to gather her thoughts but his eyes were boring into her soul. Those yellow eyes had Marci hypnotized as he watched her every movement.

  She felt a wave of ecstasy roll out of every part of her body as she started to climax. It was then with his rock hard dick that he stopped, no longer was he inside of her, but she felt like a leaf lost in the wind as her body continued to shiver from the ordeal. The moment his dick had completely left her pussy, she felt a sense of emptiness between her legs as he lowered her to the ground. She was exhausted, and he had been doing all the work.

  Marci felt guilty that he never came too and asked, “Why didn’t you come?”

  He laughed, “I didn’t need to, I got enough excitement. Just by watching you climax. You’re so sexy when you do that. I just think that I’m too much for you.”

  Too much for her? Hell, he was kind of right. But she could take it. She wanted to. “I want you to come too.”

  He took a deep breath and said, “Ride me.”

  On the floor? Where was there even space? As she caught her breath, within a flash, his back was to the door and they had switched places. She sat on him like a chair and slowly dropped onto his cock. Marci could hardly see with the dim lighting in the closet but she could see flashes of his yellow eyes taking in her curves. With her legs swinging freely Raelor lifted her up and down on his cock. He held onto her hips as they worked together to control their rhythm.

  He was guiding her movements. Her dress no longer covered her breasts and he licked her nipples every time they passed his face. Marci was falling apart, she had never climaxed multiple times during sex. But here was Raelor, shattering all her previous ideas. As he started to pick up the pace, the rhythm began to change. He was close to his climax, she could feel it. But what would this be like? She had never had sex with an alien before. This was already the best sex of her life. What would happen next?

  He growled, “Arrh!” It was so loud she felt a
s if the closet shook. Could anyone hear them? It didn’t matter how loud the music was, Raelor was louder, she was sure of it. But before she could question it further she felt the waves of pleasure run through her veins again.

  What did all of this mean? Were they together now? This was something that she never thought was possible with this seven-foot giant. One thing was for sure: he was right, she was indeed his. Marci wanted more of what they had just done. So much more.

  Chapter 13

  Raelor

  Raelor stood at the dessert table as he watched the crowd carefully. He could still feel his blood pumping from the coat closet. He had claimed her. Made her his. Gone against his father’s wishes yet again. But it felt so good, to be near her, inside of her. He couldn’t deny his feelings for her any longer.

  He craned his neck to see if she had entered the ballroom once more, but she hadn’t come back yet. She insisted on going to the restroom to freshen up. Something about smelling like sex. Raelor couldn’t figure out why that was unappealing to her, but he gave her a moment of privacy while he resumed his post as Trekker.

  People were watching him too though. Certainly more men and women were giving him glances than earlier. He'd been so dumb to make a spectacle himself by fighting with that human from earlier. But no other man could touch Marci, he wanted to be sure of that. He couldn't allow that to go on. Whether she was his mate or not was still to be determined but if nothing else they were going to be dating, that's what Marci had called it anyway. Meaning they would see only each other. And it would only be him that would see her naked body from now on. He liked the way that felt.

  As he continued to scan the crowd a man in a light gray suit met his eyes. There was no recognition there but Raelor's gaze followed him as he met with a group of other men above his age, an older crowd, all in dark gray suits. A couple times the one that he had been following would look over his shoulder in Raelor's direction. He knew there was no way that was a coincidence. The group filed into a single line and made their way out of the main ballroom over towards a parlor that Raelor had dragged Marci through on their way to the coat closet. For their moment of privacy. One he couldn’t wait to replicate. Raelor set down the plate of fruit that he had been sampling and followed them out of the room. Quickly he pulled the blaster out of the back of his pants and stealthily made his way towards the door of the parlor. The heavy wooden doors were now shut and Raelor stood on the outside with his finger on the trigger putting his ear to the old wood. His species abilities would come in handy, just as they always had. His trusted hearing was undoubtedly his best skill.