Right. In case of the Edder boarded the ship, I had a guard. I’m too busy to argue. “You good with a knife?”
The man smiled, a crack of razor sharp white teeth against azure skin.
The Fremm couldn't get enough of garlic. The bulb was one the few food items that crossed the interplanetary divide. Spicy and pungent, garlic fit in perfectly with Fremm cuisine. They loved it pickled, fermented, chopped, crushed, and sometimes ate cloves whole. Hanging in the pantry, I found what I needed.
I took the strong of garlic bulbs and smashed the bulbs against the counter. I found a mortar and pestle too large for me to lift and set the big man to grinding the cloves. “I’ll peel,” I said. “You grind.”
My fingers were nimble and use to the kitchen work but I struggled to separate the cloves from the skin at speed. It didn’t have to be perfect. It’s not like we were going to eat this garlic.
The most amazing fact about garlic, I think, is that while human and Fremm palates loved the flavor, the Edder hated it. It was toxic for the large spiders. Hopefully, if we turned enough garlic into a paste, it would help us to smell a more like poison and little less like food. It wouldn’t work forever, just long enough to confuse the spiders.
Finally, with the paste completed, Chem carried the heavy stone pestle to the bridge. We presented our work to Aster.
“What is this?” my mate said.
I dipped two fingers into the garlic paste and smeared it across my forehead. “Camouflage.”
Aster laughed and swept me into a bone crushing embrace.
“This is will only confuse the Edder,” I said. “But you can use that to your advantage.” I applied the paste to the back of Aster’s neck and down between his shoulder blades in on long streak, across his hardened chest and on his wrists. Working down a line, I spread the pungent paste to the twelve members of the crew.
Finally finished, I applied the rest of the paste to Chem. He probably had enough crushed garlic on his fingers to smell fragrant for a week, but better safe than sorry.
Aster handed me a blaster pistol.
“What’s this?” I held the weapon awkwardly.
The big blue man placed a hand on either shoulder and looked me squarely in the eyes. I shivered with pleasure as our skin touched. “We need every man to board the command ship. It pains me to leave you alone but there is no choice.”
“I don’t know how to use this.” If he expected me to have a shoot out if the Edder boarded our ship…
Aster’s face paled and he lifted my hand holding the gun, pointing the barrel at the side of my head. “Just squeeze the trigger.”
Oh.
Well, fuck.
“Arrival time?” Aster asked, not tearing his eyes away from my face.
“Fifteen minutes,” Chem said.
The gun lowered, his large hand under my chin, fingers stroking my lips. “You understand,” he said.
I nodded. Yes, his solution was better than being dinner for the spiders.
“Do not leave this room. I will lock the doors. Do not let anyone in except for me or Chem.”
“I understand, mate,” I said.
Aster’s cheeks glowed with pleasure.
“Don’t just stand there staring, there’s a battle to be won!” he barked.
As the crewmen rushed out of the bridge, Aster stood still, my little hand in his, caramel fingers interlace with sky blue.
“You’re coming back,” I said. I swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry with fear and worry.
A smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “You’re so much more than I expected.” In an instant, I was inside his embrace and it was the only place in the galaxy I wanted to be, the only place I belonged. His mouth claimed mine, tender and possessive and leaving no question of his intentions. He would come back. Aster would never leave me.
The door locked behind Aster. Alone on the bridge, I pulled up visuals. Blindly waiting was not my style. We were closer to the Edder ship than I thought. The dull grey hull took up the entire screen. I finally found the correct camera. From a shuttle craft bay, the doors opened and repelling line anchored itself to the side of the Edder ship.
The crew crossed on the line, their Go Suits protecting them from the cold vacuum of space. One crewman took a flameless blowtorch and forced open an airlock. They were in. One by one the Fremm crew disappeared into the Edder’s ship. Now all I could do was wait.
I monitored the ship’s status. No breaches. No spiders trying to board. I was alone, for now. Aster and his men could keep one ship occupied, but if another arrived, I was helpless. I ran the scanners on a loop. Nothing on long range. No incoming ships.
It was hard to judge how much time passed. My heart pounded out the long seconds. The ship’s clock ticked off the minutes. Both were liars. I had been here for an eternity, worry and fear extending time in a cruel vortex.
The scanners picked up a ship. The alarm sounded.
My heart stopped as I lunged towards the control panel to silence the alarm. The ship was too far away for visual confirmation. I wasn’t going to hail them, in case it was an Edder ship. Better to wait and see.
Absently, I chewed fingernails. Patience is required for a “wait and see” strategy. I’m all out.
The gleaming white ship approached. It was a style used by Earth but Edder have been known to steal ships after devouring the crew. They were clever and hungry creatures.
The red, white and blue flag of Earth on the side of the ship slid into the screen. Our ship after all. Please be real and not a trick. Please be real.
The ship hailed us.
My hand hovered over the control panel, paralyzed with uncertainty. I didn’t have to have visual or say anything. I should listen to what the Earth ship has to say.
I opened the channel.
A blonde man filled the screen.
I sighed with relief. “Thank you,” I said, adding visual and sound. “The crew is on the command ship but we’re vulnerable out here. There’s two more Edder ships heading towards Stasjon.”
“We got your back,” the man said, before terminating the call.
Now, more waiting.
Chapter Eleven
Evie
Heavy footsteps reverberating down the corridors of the ship. They paused outside the bridge door. This could be my mate returned or spiders or anything, really. A knock pounded on the door. As Aster requested, I did not open the door.
Aster’s familiar voice crackled over the intercom. “Open the door, kompli, and share in our glory.”
I rushed to the control panel, slamming my hand against the release. The door slide open.
Aster stood there, covered in a layer of gore and grim but in one piece. Without saying a word, he picked me up and carried me to our cabin. This time I did not protest.
Inside, he began to remove my clothes. I swatted away his hands. “You’re filthy.”
“I want you,” he said, voice a low purr near my ear. My stomach lurched with reciprocated desire.
“Let me serve you,” I said.
I removed his uniform, the grime covered white fabric falling to the floor. I knelt before him and unbuckled the fly on his trousers, reaching in to free his magnificent cock. Rock hard, it sprang free.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice a moan.
“Something only human girls can do,” I said. My tongue returned to the head, licking up the glistening pre-cum, and rolled down the shaft. Blunt human teeth made blow jobs very popular with Fremmian men, so I’ve heard.
I lapped him up like a treat, a pleased hum in my throat. His rigid cock filled my mouth. Large hands rested on the top of my head, guiding me, holding me in place. His cock tensed and pulsed. He was close but I needed more. Rising, I kissed Aster softly on the lips.
“I will not wait,” he said, removing my clothes. Who am I to argue with a prince?
Aster pushed me against the wall and removed the last of his clothes while I wiggled out of mine. His rough
hands skimmed the surface of my smooth skin. Wordless, he caressed me, his eyes and hands examining every part of my body. His hands kneaded my breasts, pulling at the rosy nipples. They traveled the gentle expanse of my belly, rounded the curve of my hips and drove into the valley between my thighs. A thick finger parted my lower lips, working my slickness, circling my most sensitive spot. On edge all day from constant fear and arousal, I didn’t need much. I trembled and moaned with desire.
Aster pressed his face into the apex of my thighs, breathing deeply the scent. I stiffened in surprise when his tongue lapped at the folds but sighed and relaxed, letting my hands rest on his shoulders.
His tongue was warm and soothing against the overheated flesh of my pussy. Long, slow strokes covered every inch of my flesh. He paid special attention to the sensitive nub. I gasped in surprised when he sucked. His fingers pushed into my channel, muscles clenching around his digits. Wet and hot, I was ready. His fingers worked in and out, I rocked my hips. My hand pressed into the back of the big blue man’s head, encouraging him.
I snapped back with a bolt of electricity and cried out his name. Aster’s free hand pressed into my ass, trying to hold me in place or else I would bolt away. I came with his fingers in my pussy and his lips on my clit, body shaking. Finally done, I slumped against the wall.
Aster rose to his feet; his proud, thick erection pointing directly at the object of his desire, me. No more holding back.
My gaze drifted to his cock. I somehow managed to get that entire blue dick in me once but I still don’t know how. I tore my eyes away and nodded. “Don’t hold back,” I said.
Aster lifted me and in a fluid motion and my legs wrapped around his sky blue waist. The head of his cock was at my entrance, insistent and urgent. He pushed into me. Despite being sopping wet, my channel was tight and he had to enter carefully, pushing in slowly. I exhaled slowly as he pushed in deeper, stretching me.
“Evie,” he said, “my kompli.” His cock slid out slowly and then moved forward. My hips rolled, matching his rhythm. No one else was like this. No one was close.
“Aster,” I moaned, his name on my lips and his body pounding in me. “My komplan.”
Aster pushed me against the cabin’s wall, the hard surface cold against my back. His body was hot against my skin. Those words were true. Mate. We belonged to each other. My climax was overwhelming, beginning with a tremble and quickly escalating into a full body shake. My hands clawed at his back, trying to get more, whatever there was more of to get.
Aster’s mouth claimed mine. His kiss enveloped my lips just as a scream escaped. With a few more hard thrusts, he came inside me, hot come shooting into my depths. His strong arms held me in place. His continued to kiss, rapid fire kisses turning into slow and thoughtful explorations.
Aster walked us to the forgotten bed. Gently, he placed me on the soft cotton covers, belly down, and climbed onto the bed behind me. Placing himself between my legs, his large hands lifted my hips like they were weightless. Was he really? He couldn’t be hard again.
In one smooth motion, he filled me, answering that question. Fremm stamina was more than a legend, apparently. No one had the power and the tenderness that this man possessed. It was like being complete for the first time. I could never have enough of him.
Aster set the pace, eager and pushing forward to his ultimate goal. I rose to meet him with each thrust, relishing the slap of his balls as he sank that glorious blue cock all the way inside me. He was splitting me in two and I loved it. There wasn’t room for anything more but the insistent, out and in, drawing my breath away with each retreat and bringing it back with each thrust. All my weight was on my elbows and it was all I could do keep my face from being buried in the mattress.
I became aware of a piercing cry, mine. Nothing could stop the wave swelling within me. I was coming again and again.
Finally, Aster spoke, whispering in my ear between ragged breaths, “Mine.”
I exploded and the wave broke. I cried out, my thighs burning with exhaustion and limbs weak. A flush of satisfaction spreading over her like a warm blanket.
He pushed harder now, no longer holding back waiting for my climax. His cock swelled and pulsed. His fingers tangled into my curly hair, pulling it back slightly but not painfully. His free hand slapped my ass with a stinging but not unpleasant sensation. Unbelievably, I was going to come again.
Aster came with a yell, shooting his seed deep within me. I cried out, shouting his name. His weight collapsed onto me and he rolled to one side, scooping me up in his arms.
I rested contently. My hands traced the hard muscles and the scars on his sky blue flesh, my touch leaving a luminescent trail. I traced four letters onto his abdomen: mine.
Aster watched me etch my message. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
“You’re mine, Prince Aster,” I said. “Stop fighting what your heart knows to be true.”
Aster and Evie’s story continues in Bride of the Alien Prince, available now.
Evie is everything, my mate and my world.
Curvy in the right places, perfectly fitting against me, my life is empty without this human woman. I will do anything to protect and provide for her.
The problem? I’m a prince of Fremm and the royal family is not thrilled with my choice of a common Earth woman. The stern Queen demands that Evie complete three challenges to prove herself worthy. If she fails, she must release me from our mate bonds.
Evie worthy of me? I’m not worthy of her.
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A beautiful woman alone on her birthday. A man bent on revenge. An old betrayal.
Being the girlfriend of the superhero Beacon was surprisingly dull. He was always off saving the day while Dora was having dinner alone, again. Things get steamy when the satyr-like villain Pan takes her hostage. He intends to make the curvy woman his in every way.
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Additional Titles
Alpha Aliens of Fremm
Bride of the Alien Prince
Alien Warrior’s Mate
Villains and Vixens of Charity Isle
Prisoner of Pan’s Desire: Part One
Prisoner of Pan’s Desire: Part Two
A Prescription for Docto
r Jekyll
The Formula for Mr. Hyde
Submitting to Monsters
The Lady of the Lake Monster
The Return of the Lady of the Lake Monster
The Lake Monster’s Education
Other Titles
The Cuckold and the Fireman
Cream for the Team
A Hotwife for Christmas
Inviting Trouble
Prisoner of Pan’s Desire: Part One
Nancey Cummings
Chapter One
“Sorry babe,” the voice over the phone said. “I got myself a sticky situation here.” The call disconnected before Dora replied.
“Sure thing, babe,” she said in a mocking voice. “I’ll just reschedule my birthday, babe. Just like I did for Christmas. And my birthday last year.”
Dora felt like an idiot, sitting on the ottoman, wearing nothing more than wide pink scarf tied like a bow around her generous breasts. Chilled air came in through the open balcony door but it did not dissipate her own flush. Naked and bothered: that’s what she got for making plans with the amazing Beacon, leader of the Liberty Patrol.
The idea of dating a superhero was a lot more appealing than the reality: missed dinners, missed birthdays and more nights alone than she cared to mention. It was lonely being a superhero’s girlfriend. Dora spent more time watching Beacon’s exploits on television than with Rob. The loneliness didn’t even begin to touch the persistent tabloid rumors that Beacon was fucking Gravity Girl. “We’re in the same super group, babe. Of course we’re going to spend time together.”
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