by Luna Hunter
I run my hands over it, feeling every muscle, every inch of him. I’m having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that all of this is mine to enjoy.
The feeling is intoxicating.
I lean down and kiss his chest, my hands sliding down his powerful back, right down to his sculpted ass. I float further down and hook my thumbs into the small cloth that’s hiding his manhood.
His hard, throbbing man rod.
The tent he’s pitching is already bigger than any cock I’ve ever seen. I saw his hardness in the shower; I know how big he truly is — but still my mind can’t make sense of it.
It ought to be impossible.
Then again, a lot of things are supposed to be impossible that aren’t. Alien warriors warping into existence, for one.
So what makes it so hard to believe that, given they exist, that they are mountains of muscles with cocks that make you weak at the knees?
With one fell tug I pull the cloth down.
His cock jumps out.
I gasp.
The hardness brushes against my bottom lip.
A tidal wave of arousal blows me away. The taste of his pre-cum, sweet and delicious, makes my mouth water.
I want more of that.
No, I don’t just want it. I need it.
My fingers wrap around his hardness, the tips of my fingers barely touching. I admire every inch of him, studying the veins that run up his length and the deep purple color of the head.
His cock pulses in my hand. It brims with power, and I feel myself grow wetter with the second.
I don’t know if he’ll ever fit inside of me, but by god I’ll try.
I lean in, close my eyes and place a kiss right on the purple head. Nero groans as I take him into my mouth, my tongue exploring his manhood. I run my tongue down his length, enjoying every inch of him. I love that I can make this obscenely powerful warrior moan.
His cock throbs in my mouth, and my hearts beats just as quick, if not quicker.
Nero grabs my shoulder and guides me back up. I’m far from done, and the moment his cock pops out of my mouth it feels like my favorite toy has been taken away from me.
I could feel his hardness on my tongue all day. The taste of him, sweet yet manly, is one I know I’ll never get enough of.
He grabs my neck forcefully and plunges his tongue into my mouth, not even given me a moment to catch my breath. His hands rip the rest of my uniform off, my bra and panties following a moment later.
I’m as naked as can be, floating in zero gravity, my heart racing at the speed of light.
He kisses his way down, hungrily, biting and kissing and sucking his way towards my sensitive breasts. His hands explore every inch of me, roughly grabbing and groping me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
Not that I want to.
He devours me like a hungry wolf. His fingers sink into my ass, his tongue finding my hardened nipples.
I throw my head back and moan his name. I’m completely at his mercy — and I love every second of it. This is all I’ve been able to think about since I first laid eyes on him. What would it be like to have that mountain of muscle completely dominate you?
Now I know.
It is glorious.
His fingers find my wetness, his index finger sliding into me easily. I yelp from sheer surprise. I’m so wet, wetter than I’ve ever been, and his huge manhood might just fit inside of me.
I try to push his hand away for I’m way too sensitive, but Nero is having none of it. With one hand he holds both of my wrists behind my back, the other sliding two fingers inside of me.
He looks at me, our eyes not leaving one another. I can see he enjoys making me squirm and writhe. He pulls his fingers out, and I can see that they’re coated with my juices.
My cheeks grow red with embarrassment when I see he takes a deep sniff. He looks up at me with eyes burning with lust — I can’t believe he likes the scent of me.
He grabs my thighs and flips me up into the air. I have to steady my hands against the ceiling to keep from crashing into it.
“What are you—”
My question is answered before I even finish my sentence.
He places my legs around his shoulder, his hands resting on my waist as he pulls me closer. I try to scoot away, for no man has ever kissed me down there, but Nero is having none of it. He’s not letting me get away.
He runs his tongue up the length of my wet folds, and I shudder with pleasure.
“Oh god,” I moan, my vision turning to spots as he hones in on my swollen, throbbing clit. For an alien man, he sure knows exactly how my physiology works.
He buries his face between my legs, my heart racing faster and faster. I’m on cloud nine, reaching down and grabbing his hair with one hand. The sensations are so overwhelming that I try to scoot away, but there’s nowhere for me to go.
Relentlessly he continues, his tongue stroking me, entering me, circling my clit, rhythmically bringing me higher and higher.
It’s the sweetest form of torture.
“Nero,” I moan, “N-Nero, I-I-I’m—”
My words first turn to moans and then to screams. I can’t form coherent sentences anymore. I can’t do anything anymore, except cum.
Come hard. Come like a damn tornado, with Nero’s mouth on my pussy, his hands on my waist, his tongue on my clit. Pleasure explodes deep inside of me, reaching every inch of me, every single fiber in my body.
I tremble, I shake, I quake, but Nero holds on, not relenting for even a second.
I’m in heaven.
Orgasm after orgasm wrecks me. My vision turns to spots, and I can’t even hear myself screaming his name anymore.
After minutes of unending pleasure Nero finally lets me go. When I return to our plane of existence, my skilled alien warrior is cradling me in his arms.
“There you are,” he says with a wide smile on his face.
I grab his neck and pull him in close, kissing him deeply and passionately. I want him inside of me, now.
My legs wrap around his waist, his hardness pressing right against my wet folds. My body is ready.
Nero places his two hands on my ass, guiding me down onto his hardness. Our tongues circle each other as he penetrates me for the first time.
The feeling is indescribable.
As wet as I am, I still struggle with his thickness. I can feel my lips spread, and for a moment there’s a tinge of pain… but as his big, purple head slides into me that feeling is replaced by pleasure.
The purest, deepest pleasure I’ve ever felt. Our bodies, our souls are one. I don’t know where he ends and where I begin.
Our bodies were made for each other.
I see that now.
All my life has led up to this moment. Inch after inch of thick, alien cock fills me up, and it makes my heart race, my pulse quicken, my synapses fire with pure pleasure.
He lowers me down further until every last inch of him is inside of me.
I did it.
I don’t know how, but I did it.
He’s inside of me. All the way, right down to the hilt.
Nero flexes his cock and I see stars. My nails are running down his shoulder, the pleasure of being impaled on him driving me out of my mind.
He lifts me up and then slams me back down again, thrusting his hips upwards, his cock filling me completely.
I am helpless, unable to do a thing than let this mountain of a man use my body — and I love it more than I thought possible. My toes are curled, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I feel as free as a bird. I’m completely weightless, without a single care in the world. I don’t have to do a damn thing — Nero does it all. His alien cock reaches places I didn’t know existed. He spreads me, he fills me, he fucks me until I’m cumming again, every thrust sending me over the edge once more, one after another, everything else disappearing.
Nero
The feeling of my mate wrapped around my cock is better than any
thing I’ve ever felt. Nothing can even compare.
If I had known mating was this good… I would have turned the entire universe upside down looking for my mate.
My mouth finds hers, my teeth grazing her bottom lip as I bottom out inside of her with every powerful thrust of my hips.
At first I feared my size might be too much for the small human, but she took my length as if she was made for it.
Seeing Victoria throw her head back in pure ecstasy is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I feel honored to bring such beauty to this world, to give her pleasure with every thrust of my hips, with every throb of my cock.
If I died right now it would be happy, for I have found my purpose, and her name is Victoria.
I feel myself grow harder and harder, my heart racing a million miles per minute.
I’m dangerously close to cumming right inside her.
I slam her down even faster until my hips are a blur, my body coated in sweat, my mouth on hers, our bodies one.
With a mighty roar I come inside of the human female, blasting her full of cum. Victoria moans my name, shuddering as I unload myself, throwing all of my energy, all of my power into those final few thrusts.
When we come down, there’s nothing else we can do but laugh.
“That was…”
“Unbelievable,” I finish Victoria’s sentence.
“Yeah.”
She has her legs still wrapped tightly around my waist, her hands resting on my chest.
“Your heart is racing,” she says.
“It beats for you.”
“Suck up,” Victoria says, though her smile is genuine.
“I mean it,” I say. “You are my fatum.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s… how do I explain this? It’s a legend, or at least, it was, because I now know it’s true. It means you are my mate, my one true mate, the one I was intended to be with, the one I was made for, the one whose fate is entwined with mine.”
Tears fill Victoria’s eyes.
“Did I say something wrong?” I ask, frowning.
“No,” she says. “No, you didn’t, you… big oaf.”
She shuts me up with a kiss.
“Arriving at destination in five minutes,” the ship’s automated voice chimes, breaking the wonderful spell, the dream that we were alone in the universe.
Our fate is waiting for us on the other side of those metal doors.
Victoria unhooks her legs from me, my still-hard cock sliding out of her. It’s coated with a mixture of our juices.
“We didn’t use protection,” she says with a guilty smile. “What if you knocked me up?”
“Then you’ll make me the happiest man in the entire universe.”
“I like the sound of that.”
I push myself off the wall to grab Victoria’s clothes, which are strewn around the shuttle. In my enthusiasm I ripped the front of her uniform… though I must admit, I like this new look, a sliver of her beautiful skin showing, right down to her naval.
I slip my armor on just in time. The shuttle boards, the gravity once again returns.
Victoria grabs my hand, our fingers entwined.
“No matter what happens,” I tell her, “You are mine. In this life and in the next.”
The metallic doors open with a hiss.
What I see makes my heart skip a beat.
Chapter Ten
Victoria
A man the size of a mountain stands in front of us. He’s even taller than Nero, which is a feat I didn’t think possible.
His armor is as red as the setting sun. A golden owl is painted across his massive chest. A sword the size of a normal man is strapped to his back.
However, what draws most of my attention is a big diagonal scar running across his face, from the top-right to the bottom left, right across his nose.
The sight fills me with terror. I squeeze Nero’s hand, edging an inch closer to him. I look up at my lover, and to my surprise, his mouth is hanging open.
Is he as scared as I am?
“I can’t believe it,” he gasps. “I thought you were…”
“Dead?” the red-clad man growls.
He has a voice like a truck-engine, a low rumble that you can hear a block away.
“You underestimate me, Nero. Again.”
My hand slips from Nero’s grasp. Instinctively I take a step back, waiting for my mate to pull out his sword, my heart racing as I wonder if he can take this behemoth of a man.
The fear of seeing my mate die is making it hard to breathe.
Nero raises his arms, takes a step forwards, and to my utter surprise… hugs the tall man.
“Romulus!” he says, exasperated. “You’re alive!”
Nero slaps the man on his shoulder so hard that for a second it looks like the giant is going to topple over, but he finds his bearings just in time.
“Of course I am,” the man laughs. “You didn’t think that punk Magnus was going to get one over on me, did you?”
“I see he gave you a souvenir, though.”
“Ah, yes,” Romulus says, pointing at the scar running across his face. “That. Yes, I didn’t walk away unscathed. You should have seen the other guy, though.”
“I did,” Nero says.
Romulus expression instantly changes. “Magnus Bruttius followed you? Here? Did you—did you defeat him?!”
“I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you want to know. He fled.”
“But you defeated him in battle? How? I could barely scratch the guy — he’s like a ghost.”
Nero looks over his shoulder at me.
“I had a little help.”
Romulus follows his line of sight, and a smirk forms on the man’s faze.
“A local? You picked up a canis?”
“Watch your words,” Nero says harshly. “You overstep your boundaries. She is my fatum.”
Romulus seems taken aback. “She?”
“Yes,” Nero says decisively. There wasn’t a single moment of hesitation.
“I see,” Romulus answers.
“What about Gaius?” Nero says. “The others?”
Romulus shakes his head. “He… he didn’t make it.”
Nero looks down at the floor.
“Seeing you alive gave me a sparkle of hope, but…”
“It’s not your fault,” Romulus says.
Nero glances up. “Why do you say that, Romulus? What do you know that I don’t?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re a poor liar.”
Nero turns back to me, his hand reaching out for me.
“Come here, Victoria. I’d like you to meet my good friend, Romulus Valerius.”
I slowly edge forwards, feeling like a child among giants. How tall do these Elbans even get? I realize that, despite the connection I have with Nero, I still know oh so little about him, his people and his culture. I look forward to soaking up all the knowledge I can, though.
I shake the mountain’s hand. His grip is like a vice, and he makes my entire arm move up and down.
“Victoria Snow,” I say.
“Romulus Valerius,” he answers.
“We have a lot to talk about,” Nero says. “Lets not waste another moment.”
Nero
I can scarcely believe it.
Romulus, my best friend, my confidant, is alive and well. When Magnus Bruttius broke through the door into the observatory, I assumed Romulus had been killed.
I have no doubt he’d give his life for me and Gaius. He’s like a brother to me. We were raised together, as Gaius was his ward. The Valerius family has sworn loyalty to House Octavius, and as a token of goodwill, offered one of their sons.
Gaius accepted the gift, and raised Romulus as if he were one of his own.
I had feared the worst, but I’m elated to see that my friend has survived. While our troubles are far from over, the clouds have parted just enough for a glimpse of sunlight to pass through.
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p; We pace through my house’s space ship, the Classis Octavius. I suppose that technically, it is my ship now. While I have always understood that one day the responsibility of leading my House will fall onto my shoulders, I didn’t expect it for another several decades.
It’ll take some readjusting.
Victoria can barely keep up with the both of us. For every step we take, she has to take two.
“This ship,” she pants. “It’s amazing! The marble floors, the archways… it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”
“It’s my home away from home,” I tell her. “Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful. It doesn’t even feel I’m in space.”
“The rest of our fleet is just as amazing, trust me.”
Romulus shakes his head. “The Classis is all that is left, I’m afraid.”
“Ah.”
Of course. It was too good to be true.
Romulus leads me into the paterfamilias quarters. It is a modestly decorated room, with a wooden throne sitting behind a stately desk.
Gaius was never one for needless splendor. I’ve only ever been here with him… the room still smells like him. Old parchment and wood. I didn’t like it when I was a kid, but now, it reminds me of better times.
“We can talk in here,” Romulus says.
Out of habit, I sit down on the visitor’s side of the desk, instead of behind it. I don’t notice it until Romulus points at the throne.
“Go ahead. Sit. It is your place.”
It feels strange. I suppose I am the leader of House Octavius now…. Or what’s left of it.
If what Magnus Bruttius said was true, I’m not even a real Octavius. But blood doesn’t matter. I am Gaius’s son, no matter what anyone says.
Romulus then turns to Victoria, and although he doesn’t say a word, I can read his mind from his expression alone.
“She stays,” I say.
Romulus gives me a look.
“Anything I can hear, she can hear.”
“With all due respect, Nero, she’s an outsider. These matters are—”
“I am now the head of House Octavius,” I say coolly. “She stays.”
“Yes, sir,” Romulus says.
I hate to pull rank on my good friend, but I have made up my mind. Victoria is my mate, my everything. I can see that now. She has a lot to learn about me and about my world, but there’s nothing I want to keep secret from her.