by T. J. Quinn
“I don’t know what that means.”
Pulling open his robe and shirt, he slid them off. She quickly took them from him and folded them neatly before working open the stays on his pants, Nick felt her hand move against his heated flesh. His hands came up to shove his pants down, eager as he was to give her more access.
“You are not like our males.”
“Too bad, you’re stuck with me.”
Her eyes quickly looked up at her. “What I mean to say is your design is better for pleasuring a woman.”
Hissing a sigh of pleasure as she stroked her hand up and down his rod, his curiosity finally got the better of him. “What’s so great about it?”
“There are no ridges to tear into my rings.”
“Alright sweetness, I think I need to have a look at what I’m dealing with before we get this party started.”
Her hands immediately came up to fuss with her hair again. “You’re a beautiful woman, Acacia.” Dropping down onto the makeshift bed, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down beside him. Cupping her cheek in his hand, he murmured softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it really good for you. Trust me on that.”
“Oh, I do.” Her earnest and quickly spoken assurance gave him cause to be bold. Leaning down, he ghosted his lips across hers. Guiding her down beneath him, his hands skated across her soft skin, as he mapped every detail of her body. Her mating scent was delicate and addictive.
Pulling one leg to the side, Nick began to kiss his way down her chest. Stopping briefly at her breasts, he explored and teased soft peaks until she began to make soft sounds of pleasure. Moving lower, he took his time inspecting all her womanly treasures. Fascinated that she seemed to have not a trace of body hair, her female parts were formed in the traditional horseshoe design he was all too familiar with.
Rather than the tiny nub human females sported, she had an extra ring of flesh running around the inside of her lips. Pulling it back gently with his hands, all it took was one swipe with his tongue to verify that touching it apparently provoked the same pleasure. Within moments, her body crashed into a thrashing orgasm.
Running one finger around the entrance to her body, he slid into her. Without her needing to say a word, he knew what she had meant by rings. As his finger slid in and out, he felt a set of five concentric rings gripping at him. He imagined that penetrating her must feel like doing it five times in rapid succession with each thrust. Suddenly, he was eager to experience it.
Looking up at her face had been a mistake. Her gentle face was filled with need, and he realized it must be her way of pleading with him. Thrusting roughly into her, he whispered. “You like that don’t you sweetness?”
“Please, Nick. I need you.” The tiny feminine voice was needy and desperate.
Moving up, he positioned himself and gave her one lingering kiss before breaching her body with his stiff rod. Her legs wrapped around him and she pulled him closer, impaling herself, as she made small noises that made his balls ache.
The feeling of sinking into her body was nothing sort of dying and being reborn into a world of unimaginable pleasure. Feeling her soft rings sliding back and forth over his rod was making it difficult not to spill inside her. Closing his eyes, Nick concentrated on making it last for them. First times were all about setting expectations, and he was desperate for Acacia to see them as highly compatible.
Whatever he was doing, he felt it was correct. Acacia was absolutely going wild beneath him. She couldn’t stay still, moving against him with such urgency he was afraid of leaving bruises. Her body had taken on a full body blush, turning her light blue skin a charming shade of almost lavender. She was murmuring in the language of Voltaire, and her words were music to his ears.
Getting lost in their lovemaking, he vaguely realized that she peaked several times, before her body tightened around his rod, forcing him to at long last release his seed deep inside her body. Enjoying the way her rings felt around his slowly softening rod, he rolled them into a comfortable position without pulling out.
Just when he thought she had passed out from exhaustion, she spoke. Her voice was filled with dread and a little shaky. “Am I acceptable to you as a mate?”
Without looking down, he answered solemnly. “You’re better than acceptable. I don’t ever want to be without you. From now on, I want you at my side always.” Turning slightly, he tilted her face up to look into her eyes. “You are very important to me, Acacia. I know we are in a precarious position here on the Taron ships. Yet, I cannot turn away the comfort and understanding you offer.”
“I’m grateful. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
“If anything looks strange to you, someone bothers you, or you feel unsafe, I expect you to let me know immediately. I need to be able to know that you will come to me and that we can trust each other to always be honest.”
“I will.”
“No matter what happens or who comes at us, you can always rely on me to keep you safe. We’ll get through this together. One day we’ll be living on Earth, and this will all seem like a bad dream.”
“Tell me about your home world, Nick. Let me dream of what our life may be once the Taron no longer haunt our every step.”
Glad the Vampiere had added a dampening field to his wristband that keep the Taron from eavesdropping on them, he spoke freely. “Earth is amazing. I never truly knew how special it was until I ended up here. The sunshine bathes blue oceans in soft yellow light. On a good day, the skies are blue with big fluffy clouds drifting aimlessly by. At night, I used to lay on my back in the soft grass and gaze up at the night sky. I’d marvel at the millions of little white dots and wonder what each planet was like.”
Kissing her gently on the head, he murmured. “It never once occurred to me to think a beautiful woman was up here waiting for me. Whatever happens, always remember finding you is the part that makes all the rest bearable for me.”
Taron Invasion
Taron Invasion Series
A.J. Daniels
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Orlando, Florida
Copyright © 2017 by A.J. Daniels
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Foreword
In the beginning of earth’s history, there were only humans. Those humans created stories of fantastical creatures and faraway places. There were tales about giants that came out of nowhere, plaguing mankind, as they tore apart entire villages. The mythical creatures were said to be twenty feet tall and subsisted on a steady diet of human flesh. The human world exhaled a collective sigh of relief when the beasts were banished to a faraway place in the clouds.
Other ancient stories told of strange looking demons with solid black eyes. They fed off humans as well. However, these creatures did not feed on flesh. Instead, they attached themselves to the human soul and thrived on their lust and aggression. God saw his creation losing themselves to the darkest of desires, and sent his angels to save them. His archangel Lucifer would have none of that, for he was the foremost soul feeder. Michael led the angels of God. They fought Lucifer and his legion of demons. The battle was fierce but in the end, the immortals and their mortal followers were cast into in the darkest pits of hell. It is said that they burn endlessly for their crimes against humanity, forced to endure never ending pain in place of the never ending pleasure of feeding on God’s chosen ones. It wa
s enough to make one wonder if God had a sense of humor. If so it was a dark one.
Perhaps the most disturbing were the stories of the Vampiere. They live in the shadows unseen by man until it is too late. It is said, no human can resist being seduced by a vampire, nor can any vampire resist the temptation of a human. The creatures of the night are known for stealing blood and slaking their lust upon their human host. They alone, of all the creatures of the verse, are cursed by God to feed only on human blood. God created their thirst to be virtually insatiable. No human was safe as long as the Vampiere walked free, yet God so loved the Vampiere that he refused to choose sides. The sons of man grew tired of hiding in fear and felt certain that God had abandoned them. Gathering together, they hunted the Vampiere to the four corners of the earth. Each was killed by driving a wooden stake through its heart. Instead of ensuring their peace of mind, mankind continued to live in fear of the Vampiere. For how could they be assured their ancestors discovered the foul hiding places of every last vampire? It is the reason, to the day, humans are afraid of the dark.
The tales of mankind were crafted to terrify and entertain. Humans congratulated themselves on their intelligence and creativity, for their stories were both thrilling and fearsome.
In the year 2032, the alien wars began, and humans came face to face with their monsters of old. Humans quickly learned that their ancient lore was nothing more than their ancient ancestors a skewed accounting of what their ancestors had experienced firsthand. The stories were a skewed attempt to capture the terror of contact with forces beyond their reckoning and meant to serve a warning to future generations. Thus, the tales of the aliens who visited Earth during ancient times became distorted as they were handed down from one generation to another.
During Indian summer in the year 2032, the first shuttle craft to land on Earth. It carried slaves from an alien ship waiting in earth’s orbit. The mother ship, cloaked and silent, waiting for the remainder of the attack fleet remained unnoticed by mankind. Little did humans know, but the ship was filled with all the creatures born of man’s greatest fears. Even more terrifying was the fact that a few ragtag escaped slaves represented mankind’s only defense against that deadly enemy.
Chapter 1
Making Ready
~ Tham ~
Music Mix
Tham leashed his anger, as the large Taron guard nudged him along with a thump to the back with his battle blaster. The impact sent a shock of pain radiating from the impact sight. Such behavior was typical of the brutality slaves were forced to endure from their Taron masters.
Barely lifting up his head as they walked by, Tham made sure to catch Jensen’s eye. The older human turned out to be a gift from the gods when it came to ensuring the safety of his little one. Being taken by an overlord was risky business. They might want you to clean a waste removal tube, or they might need fresh meat for their horrible, scaly Yucak. Surviving was foremost in his mind since he had a little on relying on him.
Jensen nodded his understanding to look out for her. Therefore, Tham went without a fuss. Being a slave meant he had no choice but to comply. Resistance was both futile and dangerous. Disobedience was dealt with quite harshly by the overlords. Slaves were all too aware of how expendable they were aboard the Taron ships.
Tham had been born and raised aboard a Taron vessel, so this was the only life he’d ever known. His grandmother had survived for many years. Long enough to raise him and nurture whatever little cunning and charm he’d been born with. At her knee, he’d learned the concept of freedom, for she had entertained him with tales of living freely on a real planet. The idea of feeling the ground beneath his feet and breathing air that wasn’t purified thousands of times had always thrilled and intrigued him.
He’d dreamed of one day enjoying freedom. It was now a dream he also wished for his small daughter. In the tradition of his people, he’d already started teaching her about the concepts of freedom. Jensen helped her understand when his rough voice failed him. His little one didn’t care what he sounded like, only that he spoke to her. For this he was grateful. Being rejected by the only person in the verse who mattered to him would have been worse than a slow painful death.
Stretching his spine in an effort to tamp down his frustration, Tham wondered how it was that beings with the language skills of a child managed to rampage their way through the galaxy conquering worlds. Hell’s fire, only their elite soldiers, even spoke complete sentences.
While the many of the species they subdued created and used a wide variety of contemporary languages. Some few, like his own, were fluent in multiple languages and created majestic pieces of art and musical compositions. Though he hadn’t been exposed to such, the others spoke fondly of their accomplishments.
Stopping short, the overlord shoved him towards an access tunnel. Dracon staggered out of another corridor with an overlord at his back. The vampire prime took it all in stride, giving him a quick jerk of his chin in acknowledgment. Tham suppressed a smile when his overlord nudged him along with a blaster blow to the back. The big man intentionally slowed his steps, turning to look the big blue brute in the eye. “Did you need something?”
“Move faster.”
Turning slowly Dracon ambled along at a decelerated pace until he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Tham. “Greetings, brother.”
“Greetings, sir.” Watching the overlord peck out a code on his wrist communicator, Tham waited for the door to slide open. Within microns, it slid open but stuck halfway.
The Taron shouted. “You fix and then you fix.” The creature’s huge head wobbled on his shoulders as he spoke, making Tham think it might snap off his skinny neck and roll away one day.
“Your overlord is limited.”
Dracon wasn’t wrong. Sighing, Tham stepped forward and scanned the metal slave bracelet he’d always worn against the engineering panel. Once again, the overlord pecked out a code on his communicator and the access panel slid open.
“You fix, then you fix.”
Gritting his teeth so hard his fangs cut into his lower gum line, Tham nodded. “I understand and comply.” Watching the guard approach, the other Taron, he turned his attention back to the task at hand.”
“So, we are to fix and then fix?”
Finally smiling, Tham replied quietly. “I believe he wishes us to fix the door then fix whatever is wrong with the filtration unit.”
“Fix good.” To hear a vampire prime, emulate the foolish speech patterns of their captors was nothing short of hilarious.
“I did not know you had a sense of humor, sir.”
“The closer we get to Earth, the closer I come to finding it.” Lowering his voice, Dracon asked. “You and yours are ready?”
“Yes, sir. We are seventeen strong, not counting the little ones.”
“The time is near. Be alert for the signal.”
“We are eager to participate.”
Glancing at the two Taron guards, they watched them wander out into the corridor. They appeared to be attempting to convince two more passersbys to join in some kind of betting game involving multi-sided dice. It wasn’t unusual for them to wander off completely. The low-status guards were easily distracted.
“Their stupidity and inattention are making our job easier.”
“We have never given the Taron reason to be cautious of us, sir.”
“The Taron create nothing of worth. Their civilization exists solely to conquer and steal the wealth and technology of other worlds, using every new piece of recovered technology against the next world they invade. I will not grieve their loss.”
“Me either.” Glancing at the gambling group as they worked, Tham murmured. "I'm anxious because of my little one, but I don’t see another way for her have a normal life.”
“I will admit that it has been easy to lose hope, for it seemed that our suffering was never ending. There has never been the slightest opportunity for us before now. My own daughter is a young woman now. I would not see her
waste away in the belly of this metal beast, never knowing a moment of peace. Better to die trying for a better life than miss our only opportunity to escape. You have a human friend. What does he say?”
“Jensen reports his people are cunning and ruthlessness. They fight amongst themselves for sport and profit. He thinks they will relish the opportunity to unite against a common enemy and will embrace those of us who join them in battle.”
Dracon nodded, “I have heard they thrust for the blood of their enemies, and kill with impunity. Surely, with a human at our side, we might have a real chance at victory.
The mere thought of overthrowing their Taron overlords sent a thrill snaking through Tham’s gut. It would mean not only freedom for his little one and himself, but freedom for all of his kind being held aboard the ships. “The Taron are at their weakest now. It has been so long since they felt defeat, they have grown complacent and lazy. Their pilots seem to be deteriorating as well.”
Dracon wiped his hands on a rag he pulled from his worn uniform. “I and many others believe it the substance they use to fold space-time. Exposure to it slowly drives the pilots mad. So far from their home world, it is nearly impossible to obtain replacement pilots. They have a guild that controls that job classification, much to the Taron’s detriment.”
“Their shortsightedness is our gain, I think.”
Slapping Tham on the back, he addressed the one issue Tham didn’t want to talk about. “It is nice to speak with you. Your reluctance to speak grieves the others, and isolates you.”
“Apologies, sir. My voice is rough, and speaking out only draws strange stares and ridicule. I would have my little one grow up thinking her father quiet rather than flawed.”
“These are precarious times, my brother. Keep your little one near and don’t hesitate to ask for help if you find yourself in need.”