by Maia Starr
"I want to see the other warriors," I said to the guard.
"Captain Holt did not authorize me to do—"
"I am of higher rank than the captain. Do you understand that?" I said to him in a stern voice.
"Yes, Ambassador Jones, right this way," he said as he led me to the other side of the ship where the large prison cells were located.
As we moved in, I realized that there were less warriors than I had thought. There were only twenty, yet in the heat of the siege and excitement it felt like there were so much more simply because I was frightened. I walked down the hall, peeking into the cells making sure that they were being taken care of properly. Each cell had two beds, a privacy screened washroom, and a sitting area. I noticed one thing in common about every single warrior as I walked down the hall peering into the glass: they were in the middle of working out. They were doing pushups, they were doing pullups on pipes in the ceiling, they were doing crunches or running in place.
"Did Captain ask them to work out in this manner?" I asked my guard.
"No, it is of their own doing. They have been doing this since we captured them. It is very impressive," the guard said with a bit of approval.
"Interesting," I said as I continued to walk down the hallway. As I did, I felt my body responding to watching their firm bodies. It was a candy store. Each one was attractive in their own way and completely ripped. I was growing flush as I watched the warrior who was doing pull ups. His strong, blue-tinted biceps were bulging. His tattoos were beautiful. His strong, toned abs were tight as he was curling up his knees to his chest. I was transfixed on his abs like I was hypnotized. I was getting hot in a cold ship. Then I noticed the warrior was looking at me. He had a mischievous side grin as he stared at me. It was then that I noticed the hard bulge under his kilt-like skirt. He was hard. I gasped and quickly turned away.
"Take me to the isolated prisoner," I said to the guard as I walked with my head down out of the candy store. But I was not about to be relieved of my hot and bothered state.
As I walked into the isolated warrior's area, I saw right away that he too was mid workout. Damn! He was on the ground doing pushups. His strong arms bulged, his rippling back muscles moving with each push. But this was not the best part. The best part was his body dipping up and down. I knew it was wrong, but I was imagining my body under his. With each down motion that he did, I could feel him entering me. I could feel his weight and his strength. I was hypnotized. I wiped my forehead as I moved toward the glass. I could hear him grunting and groaning as he pushed. Damn, it was hot as hell.
I moved closer to the glass and loudly cleared my throat. The warrior stopped with his arms extended straight out at the top of a push-up. He looked up toward me and smiled.
"I would like to have a conversation," I said to him nervously. He jumped up from the floor and grabbed a towel and began to wipe the sweat off his body as I watched. He looked at me and smiled in acknowledgment that I was watching him. I pulled my gaze away and dragged a chair in front of the glass as I had done before. I motioned to the guard.
"You may wait outside. Surely you can see us through the glass door," I said to him. He nodded and moved outside into the hall. I wanted to be alone with the warrior. I knew that he would open up to me if no one else were in the room.
"I just visited your warriors. Know that they are being treated well and they have cells similar to yours that are being shared, two per cell. But I did notice that they were all exercising, just as you are now. Tell me, did you order them to exercise in some telepathic way?" I asked as I pulled up my tablet, ready to take notes.
"No, it is just the Kalazaron way of life. We are fighters. Fighters must keep their physical form. You see," he said as he moved closer to the glass, as though he wanted me to look at his body. I cleared my throat and moved my eyes back to my tablet and took notes on what he said about the warriors exercising.
"I have questions," I said, scrolling through my questions list.
"I am not sure if I have the answers you seek, human," he said as he turned away from me.
"Ambassador Avery Jones; that is my name."
"Ambassador?"
"Yes, that is a title for my position, just as you are captain of your ship. I am an ambassador. It is a position that makes decisions, but only the ones I have the power over," I said to him.
"Your human name is Avery?"
"Yes, you may call me Avery if you wish."
"I am called Ankon," he said to me.
"Thank you for telling me your name, Ankon," I said, typing the name in my tablet.
"What do you want with us in truth, Avery? What will happen when we arrive on Earth?" he said as he moved toward the glass and pressed his forearm against it above his head. It was a very casual stance, but it was one that elongated his body. It made him tower over me and I felt very small in his presence.
I tilted my head back to look up at him and said, "I am not exactly sure. I do know that we hope to open communications between the Kalazaron and humans on Earth. We want peace. We do not want our ships captured anymore. We do not want our weapons stolen or our human females taken captive. The only way to stop this is to open a dialogue and speak about it in peace."
"That is the truth of it?" he asked. I knew that I could not give him a straight answer because I really did not know the truth. I did not even know that they were going to capture his ship until it was already happening. I did not know what the United Planets Association's purpose was in this matter. I could only assume that it was a play for peace. But I could not admit to this Kalazaron warrior that I was not truly in charge of the mission because then he would think it was useless talking to me. I did not want that. I wanted him to speak with me freely, as though I might make a difference in his captivity.
"Is it possible I will never see my home again?" he asked
"Truthfully, I do not know. That will be decided once you are on Earth. However, since they want communication open with your race, I assume that someone will have to go back to Kaethon in order to deliver that message. In order to be in charge of the communication. Since you are a captain, I assume you would be chosen. You have good communication with the capital city, is that correct?"
He was quiet for a long time and moved away from the glass. Then he turned to me, but he did not answer the question that I had asked about the capital city. Instead he said, "What will they think of me? They too will figure out I am hybrid. Will they think of me as an experiment? Am I to be cut open and studied?"
I gasped at his words. Not because they were horrifying, but because I didn't think of it myself. Of course they would! Why didn't I think of that before? I had forgot that he was a hybrid and that they would be absolutely fascinated with him on Earth. Scientists would be called from everywhere. He would be studied like a scientific experiment. He would never see his planet again. If they did want to send a message back to Kaethon, they would take a lieutenant of his to send the message. Ankon was the Holy Grail of the Kalazaron.
I began to wonder if he was highly valued back on his planet and if by stealing him we had inadvertently started a mass hunt for him that would turn into a war. My heart sank as I thought about him being studied and experimented on. Even if the Kalazaron had done that to our humans on Kaethon, I did not want any part of it on Earth. It was wrong.
"By your silence, I think the answer to my question is yes. Your captain called me a freak? What is it? Is that your name for hybrid?" he asked.
"No, it means someone that is very different in an odd way. Pay no attention to his words. He was just angry in the moment."
"Angry because you were with me alone? You are his? He owns you?" he asked looking at me.
My anger built to a substantial level as I shouted, "I am not property. I belong to no one. The human females on Earth are not owned by the males like they are on Kaethon. I am of my own body and mind."
"But he was angry, as though he owned you. Jealousy. You have laid with him,"
he said in a very blunt manner.
"No. I mean yes. No. That is none of your business," I stumbled over my words.
"So you lay with no male?" he asked.
"No, I mean I have laid with the captain, but not anymore," I said, trying to defend myself. Why did I care what this Kalazaron warrior thought of me?
"How long before we reach Earth?" he asked. He was pummeling me with questions when I was supposed to be the one interviewing him. He had complete control over the conversation, and I was giving it to him without even realizing it.
"Two months," I said to him.
"Two months of talking with you. What more can I tell you? I am to become a science experiment on Earth. Why would I want to cooperate and give you information?"
"The more I know about you, the less likely it is that they will want to get that information from you in other ways. Intrusive ways," I said, trying to figure out how to get him to open up to me even though I did not know what would happen to him.
"Ask me," he said.
"Let's start with your tattoos. The drawings on your skin? What do they mean? Is it just decoration?" I asked, working on my tablet.
"No, they are badges of honor. Each one represents a badge that marks a successful mission. Or a successful win at Kalazaron competition games. They all mean something different, except for this one. I am one of the few that have this one," he said as he pointed at a spiral symbol on his abdomen that went around his belly button. I cleared my throat as he guided my gaze toward it on his hard, six-pack abs.
"What does it mean?" I asked in a whisper that surprised myself because it came out very sensual.
"It means hybrid. It is the swirling together of human and Kalazaron. They made me get this marking so that all will know what I really am."
I could hear the pain in his voice as though it was a hurtful memory. I could tell that being a hybrid bothered him. I could understand why. Being different from everyone else in such an epic way must have been very hard for a youngling. I can only imagine the horror that some must have put on him for being an anomaly of nature.
“Can you tell me about your mother? She was human, yes?" I asked him.
Then he turned angry and shouted at me, "No! Do not ask me that question ever again!"
Then he moved to his bed and laid down.
"I am sorry. We won’t talk about that. Would you like to talk of something else? Would you like to ask me about Earth?" I said, trying to gain back his trust. He was silent. I continued trying to talk to him but he shut me out. He was a wall; we were done for the day.
When I went to sleep that night in my living quarters aboard the Harvest 80 space ship, something very unusual happened. I was deep in sleep when I heard Ankon whisper my name. “Avery. Avery, let me feel you.”
I moaned in response. I felt his hand in my hair. His long fingers caressed the strands away from my face. Then the back of his hand ran down my cheek.
“Kiss me please, Ankon, my mighty warrior,” I whispered. He groaned at my words. Then his lips pressed against mine. I was in a state of extreme arousal at the fact that this alien-human hybrid was kissing me. My hands went up to his strong, bare back. The same back that I had wanted to touch so badly when I watched him exercise.
I could feel every hard muscle underneath my fingertips as I pressed them into his blue skin. He moaned loudly in response to my enthusiasm. Then I felt the entire weight of his long body pressed on top of me between my thighs. I lifted my feet in the air and allowed the soles of my feet to brush against his large calf muscles. I wrapped my body around him, completely arching at my pelvis to meet his.
It was then that I felt the large bulge of his long, thick cock brush against my center slit. I was getting wet there in my secret spot. His bulge rubbed back and forth on my clitoris and I shouted out in ecstasy. My hands moved down Ankon’s back to his waist and pulled up the kilt like skirt higher and higher. Now his bare cock was brushing against my naked center.
I was naked? I didn't remember going to bed naked. There was no time to think about that, though. I reached my head up, tilting it back so that I could look at his beautiful face. He looked down at me with his dark strands of hair falling over his eyes. Those beautiful, blue eyes that stared right through me. I reached my head back, begging for him to kiss me. He smiled and his lips pressed against mine once more and he took my mouth possessively and passionately.
I was going to burst with an explosion of sexual delights unlike any other that I had felt. I had never felt this turned on before. I pressed my hands against his hard chest as he kissed me and then I remembered something. I pushed his chest so that he could stop kissing me and I could get a better look. He lifted up his body just the way he did when he was doing push-ups, hovering above me. And I tilted my chin to my chest and looked down the length of his hard torso and allowed my hand to move down to his bellybutton where I ran my fingers over the spiral tattoo. He grabbed my hand in his and I looked at his face as he said, "Don't. It is an atrocity."
"No, it is beautiful. You are so special. There is no other like you in the universe. I am honored to be under you," I said as I moved my lips to his, pushing myself off the bed in order to reach him.
He moaned loudly and kissed me back. His large hand ran down my neck and over my chest to my breasts where he cupped them. His fingers pinched my nipples softly. He pulled a little and I let out a soft moan of pleasure. Then his hand moved down further over my belly. Then down between my thighs. I gasped as his thumb moved over my clitoris and pressed against it while two, long fingers moved inside of me. The small of my back arched up off the bed and I opened wider to receive his massage. His tongue licked my neck. Then he allowed his tongue to trail down further and further over my breast until his mouth was closed over my nipple where he sucked lightly. He flicked it with his tongue over and over while his thumb flicked my clitoris. It was too much to handle. "Oh, God! Oh, god! Ankon! Yes! I'm cumming!" I shouted.
He moved his mouth from my breasts to my center and let his tongue take over from his hand massage. His tongue was long and he wielded it with such skill. Then I felt the pulsations of my body converge into one, big convulsion as I released. I shouted loudly as I did so. Ankon attached his mouth to my center and drank of my nectar. I ran my hands into his blue-black hair and held on. Then I whispered, "Take me, Kalazaron warrior. Put your hard cock inside of me, please. I beg you."
Ankon moved from my thighs back up my body. His enormous body dwarfed mine. He stared at me with my face still showing the signs that I was in orgasmic pleasure. He kissed me and said, "Come to me. Come to me now and I will fuck you hard. Like a true warrior."
"What?" I whispered. His words did not make sense to me. He was already with me. Then he said, "Wake up, Avery." My eyes opened and I sat up in bed. I was alone in my living quarters in the spaceship. How could this be? I was just underneath the powerful Kalazaron warrior. Now I was alone. My body still pulsed with orgasmic pleasure. I looked down and inspected my body. I had, in fact, had an orgasm; my wetness between my thighs proved it. How was this possible? Then I became angry. He had done this! I didn't know how he did it. I demanded answers. I pulled on my space suit and moved down the quiet hallway. Almost everyone except for those on the watch would be asleep. I was going to go see Ankon and ask him how he had visited me in my sleep.
Chapter 8
CAPTAIN ANKON
After speaking with the human female known as Avery, I knew that I needed to find a way out of this. I was being taken to the planet Earth. Although a part of me, the human part, longed to see the planet and to experience it, I knew that I could not. I was unlike anything that the humans or the Kalazaron had ever known.
The Kalazaron, however, had accepted me as one of their own. The humans would be curious and would want to study me. They would want to dissect me. I had studied enough about Earth to know about its voracious appetite for science.
I was glad that I had studied Earth, because now I knew how to e
scape it. I knew which coordinates to put into a system to remove me from Earth and be on the safe passage back to Kaethon. I had studied the ships that we had commandeered from the humans and I knew how to fly them.
However, escaping with twenty Kalazaron warriors would not be an easy feat. I would need an insider. I would need someone on the human side to help me. When the human female ambassador continued to visit me, I knew that she was the one. I would make her fall in love with me as so many human females had done over the decades. The stories had all made it seem so easy; the human females seemed to just melt into the hands of a Kalazaron warrior.
I had to admit that this particular task was not exactly hard work for me because I was extremely attracted to the human female ambassador. Now locked up in a cell, I thought of little else except how to escape, and her beautiful lips and breasts. But something else was happening. We were bonding. This is how the humans bonded: through conversation and expressing their past through words and emotions. I could do that. I was half human; I would get the human ambassador to lust me. I would get her to fall in love with me. Then I would get her to help me escape Earth. That was the plan for now as I did not know what to really expect when we finally arrived on Earth.