by Anna Carven
Curse that Silent One to Kaiin’s nine barren hells. How dare he damage my fucking roof? I look around for a repair hatch. Berad’s ex-military. He would have made sure there was one, even on this small craft.
I spot the set of tiny red lights beside the passenger exit. “Wait for one moment, amina.” I step away, making sure she’s able to stand. I turn my attention towards the wall.
The hatch slides out as I press my palm to the activation panel. I open the case and find it fully stocked.
I say a silent thanks to that sly old warrior Berad for keeping his craft properly maintained and resourced.
I find what I’m looking for easily; a tube of polymer putty. I snap the tube in half, activating the chemical compounds inside. The putty heats up in my hands, turning from red to grey. I split it in two, making two balls.
Reaching up to the clear roof, I slap a ball on each hole. The polymer molds to the defect and hardens instantly, becoming transparent.
The irritating whistling sound stops, and silence surrounds us, save for the low hum of the flyer’s engine.
“You didn’t tell me about the recoil,” Abbey says dryly, tucking her hands into her coat. “That thing has a hell of a kick on it. How do you handle it?”
“Training.” I shrug. Add to that the fact that Kordolians possess far greater natural strength than Humans. My species has evolved to hunt wild creatures across the dark, icy wastelands of the Vaal.
I pull her against me, unable to contain myself any longer. “What were you thinking, female, shooting that thing through the roof? I did not ask you to help me win my battles.”
“No, you didn’t. And I’ve seen what you do. I know you’re quite capable of kicking ass. It’s actually scary, how capable you are. But when I see you out there in the cold, fighting some masked weirdo on the roof of a flyer traveling at high speed, what do you expect me to do? Sit back and watch? What if you’d fallen?”
“I never fall,” I growl, the mere thought causing my irritation to spark. My footing was sure, my weight perfectly balanced. I was stalking that assassin patiently, wearing him down, waiting for him to make a mistake.
It was only a matter of time before I ran the sightless bastard through with my blade.
Imperial scum. The Silent Ones are brainwashed tools of the Noble Houses. That’s all they are.
“I-I’m sure y-you don’t.” Her teeth are starting to chatter. “B-but I’m not the sort to sit around and tempt fate. Especially when it comes to you.”
“Come here.” I take her into my arms, willing the exo-armor to retract, the nanites dissolving, re-entering my body through the pores of my skin, leaving me naked. I press my body against hers. Even though she’s wearing the coat and the thermowear, her temperature has dropped. Her hands are cold underneath the gloves. I take them into mine, willing the heat from my body to seep into her.
The thought of my female trying to protect me is strangely pleasing.
Others don’t usually concern themselves with my safety.
“You are cold,” I remark, placing her hands on my torso. I slide my arms underneath her coat, wrapping them around her waist.
“All of bloody Kythia is cold,” she grumbles, curling up against me. She’s shivering. I press my lips to hers and find them cold.
This will not do.
“Then we shall make our own heat,” I murmur, between kisses.
Abbey
He’s at it again. But my goodness, he’s toasty warm and this time I’m not complaining. He’s also naked. Again.
Our flyer glides along through the darkness, skimming over desolate nothingness. Tarak has sealed the holes in the roof, but the cold air that entered the cabin has caused the temperature to plummet. Luckily, I have my own personal heater, right here.
Any sane person might be asking questions right now. A sensible person might be wondering why a lethal, masked weirdo was chasing us. That assassin looked at me too, showing me that creepy, blank face. I don’t know how he was able to see anything with that thing on his face.
Was he after me, or Tarak?
It doesn’t matter now. He’s dead. I shot him in the head.
I can’t believe I did that.
Surprisingly, I feel okay. I thought I’d be a mess, but instead I’m relieved. Maybe this is one of these things where the shock will hit me afterwards and I’ll turn into a blubbering mess at some random moment.
Tarak is standing with his arms circled around my waist. He’s placed my hands against his bare torso, and through my thin gloves I can feel the rigid muscles of his stomach. They move back and forth, ever so slightly, to the rhythm of his breathing.
He’s deliciously warm. I’m like an iceberg, and his heat is thawing me out.
He’s just been fighting an attacker on the roof, a guy who had his brains blown out in front of him, and now he’s all over me, and it’s as if the entire thing never happened.
I’ve stopped shivering now, thanks to Tarak’s internal heater. As I look up at him through the dark-vision goggles, he smiles.
I don’t think I’ve ever really seen him smile like that before. It’s glorious. It transforms his hard features, and for a moment, he almost looks Human. Not that I’d prefer for him to look Human. I like my big, bad Kordolian just the way he is.
“You did well, my female,” he rumbles approvingly, sliding his sneaky hands down my lower back, slipping his fingers under the waistband of my pants, tracing the curves of my ass. “Although I would have managed without your help.”
“Of course you would have,” I say sweetly. “I just felt bad for you, battling the elements and that psycho on your own.”
He snorts in amusement. “I have dealt with worse.”
“Hm.” I’m too distracted to come up with a witty reply. My hands are warm enough now, thanks to his very useful, very delectable abs. I pull off my gloves, allowing them to drop to the floor.
He pulls me towards him, and I feel his erection brushing up against me. I take his cock into my hands. There’s wetness at the tip, and I caress that sensitive area, eliciting a low growl.
Tarak’s grip on my ass tightens. He looks at me with a raw, hungry gaze, the points of his fangs just visible as he leans in and inhales my scent.
“I want to see your face while I fuck you,” he whispers, his voice low and hoarse. I shiver, and not because of the cold. His warmth has spread through me, right down to my toes, and any trace of the chill I felt is gone.
He removes one hand from my ass and pulls the dark-vision goggles from my face, submerging me in darkness.
“Now let us pick up where we left off, before we were so rudely interrupted.” The sound of his voice and the feel of his hard body against mine anchor me in the darkness. I close my fingers around his hard length, applying a little pressure, pumping up and down.
He moans, a low, primal sound, moving in to plant soft kisses at the top of my ear, taking a moment to nip and suck at the sensitive skin. He trails kisses down my cheek, across my jaw, all the way to my lips. His tongue meets mine, insistent and wanting.
Then he’s undressing me, slipping the Skaz-thingy coat off my shoulders, pulling off my silver jacket and the stretchy thermo top underneath. I raise my arms as he lifts it over my head, my breasts coming free. He leans in and circles his hot tongue around one nipple, growling in approval as it becomes hard. He does the same to the other nipple, before trailing a line of warm, sucking kisses down my stomach as I release his cock from my grasp. He must be down on his knees now, but I can’t tell for sure. I can’t see a thing.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, as desire overwhelms me. A feeling of exquisite, erotic tension starts in my core and slowly unfolds, causing a gentle ache between my legs.
“The female body should be worshipped,” he says in a low voice. “Yours especially.”
Ooh. The General knows exactly what to say. I let out a gasp of anticipation as he slips my pants down and pulls both of my boots off with the greatest care
.
He’s completely undressed me. I stand naked in the cabin, surrounded by inky blackness, save for the flashing of a few random instrument lights.
We’re flying over a frozen sea, and I’m naked.
I can’t see his face; I can’t read his expression. All I know is that he’s watching me from the darkness.
His hands are gone and his mouth is gone. I need his touch. Just when I’m unable to stand it any longer, he comes up behind me, wrapping his big, warm frame around me.
His erection presses against the small of my back, and he pulls me into him. Our bare skin touches, sending a thrill through me. I’m completely naked, but I’m not feeling the cold at all.
His devious fingers part the lips of my pussy, going in deep. He uses two fingers, stretching me, finding me wet and ready. He rubs my g-spot, and I squirm against him. He wraps his other arm around my waist, his muscles bunching as I cry out in pleasure, arcing my back. He strokes me harder, faster, until I’m in sensory overload, overwhelmed, my body trembling.
Just as the stirrings of a climax begin, he withdraws and pulls away from me, disappearing into the darkness, leaving my body wanting.
“You and your unfair advantages,” I groan. I can’t see him; can’t hear him. Where has he gone? That sneaky, underhanded male. How can he leave me hanging like this?
I reach out in front of me, but my fingers find only cold air.
“You-”
Tarak kisses me down there, at the entrance to my pussy.
Oh Jupiter, what’s he doing now? Is he kneeling in front of me? I reach down and touch his head, my fingers brushing through his soft, short hair. His tongue flicks in and out, circling my clit, penetrating deeper between my folds, then back again.
Back and forth; it feels so good, and I am in heaven right now.
He sucks gently on my clit, and the tightness in my core builds. He’s drawing out my pleasure, teasing my sensitive flesh, his tongue gliding over it with tiny, measured strokes.
His rough hands caress my hips and I tremble as he drags me willingly to the edge.
He’s touching that spot with just the right amount of pressure, coaxing my body to respond.
I never imagined it could feel this good.
I can’t see him in the darkness, but the sheer feel of him and his rich, masculine scent inundate my senses. I’m drowning in sensation.
I reach the tipping point. I’m no longer in control of my body. Waves of bliss crash through me, each one bigger than the last, and I’m barely hanging on as my legs turn to jelly, my body becoming a quivering, helpless, wonderful mess.
I’m thankful we’re gliding over the middle of nowhere, because when I come, I scream.
It’s loud enough to blow the roof off this bloody thing.
Tarak
My female voices her pleasure, and it’s a most satisfying sound.
I rise, savoring the lingering taste of her on my tongue. She collapses against me, warm and soft and undeniably female. I breathe in her rich, complex perfume; the heady scent of her arousal.
“You’re mine,” I growl, enjoying the sight of her. She stares into the distance, her eyes unfocused in the darkness. I can see her perfectly well, but she can’t see a thing. She is glorious, and she is mine to enjoy. I hold her in my arms, appreciating the sight of her. A red flush has crept along her cheeks, and her lips are slightly parted. Her chest rises and falls, her breathing rapid, her ripe breasts moving to a gentle rhythm.
She is incredibly responsive to my touch, and that pleases me.
I’m aroused to the point where it’s almost painful, and I am tempted to take her now, to fuck her savagely and satisfy my lust, but I pull back, wanting to draw out the occasion.
I guide her across the floor as I move to the pilot’s chair and sit down.
Abbey gets the idea, swaying her hips suggestively as she climbs on top of me. She guides herself using touch, bringing her hands up to my face. Her small, nimble fingers trace across my cheeks, and she places two fingers in my mouth. I suck on them, and she grins.
Her expression, both devious and charming, is incredibly sexy.
She’s aware of the powerful effect she has on me. She’s self-assured and confident. I have never seen anything more beautiful.
One of her hands drops below, to her moist sex. As I suck her fingers, she pleasures herself, sighing, her hips moving back and forth. It makes me want her even more.
Is such a thing even possible?
My erection strains, becoming sublimely unbearable. She hasn’t even laid a hand on me and I’m like this. I let out a low, deep, growl, expressing my hunger.
“Steady, big boy,” she teases. She moves in close and guides me inside her. I groan as I enter her.
The feeling is indescribable. It’s everything I’d imagined, and more. She takes control, moving her body to a slow, pulsing rhythm. I close my eyes and let her take over.
She knows exactly what to do.
Soft gasps escape her lips as she increases her speed, and I grab her ass, guiding her movements. She finds the sensitive points of my regenerating horns and caresses them, taking me to the next level of pleasure.
We move as one, and I know nothing anymore save for the feel of her, the sound of her, her scent, her taste.
I know nothing but my own savage need.
I rise and draw her against me, our bodies still entwined. I’m deep inside her as I lift her with ease, her legs curling around me. I turn and fuck her against the instrument panel. She’s panting, her sweet voice hoarse with pleasure.
I push her hair back and stare into her face, captivated by her remarkable eyes. My dark-vision is sharp, but with only a trace of starlight refracting through them, her irises appear depthless.
I watch her face as I thrust harder and deeper. A universe of emotion is captured in her expression. She is vulnerable yet strong, complicated but pure.
She’s so very Human.
The climax starts from deep within me and builds, consuming me, making me cry out as I reach a place I never knew existed.
Her sweet voice joins mine as I come inside her, my seed spilling forth.
She is mine, and I belong to her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Abbey
Holy, moly. I’m raw and tingling, but in a good way. Tarak is navigating the flyer now, preferring to fly manually as we near our destination. He looks awfully pleased with himself.
And so he should be.
What the hell just happened? He did it again, that’s what happened.
This is starting to become a pattern. That’s the problem when you’re stuck in a confined space with a big, sexy, silver alien. You get cosy, really quickly. Too quickly.
Not that I’m complaining.
Far from it.
The General can carry on with his distractions, as far as I’m concerned, but he needs to be a bit more forthcoming with information, especially since I’ve gone to the trouble to accompany him to seek out some crazy Prince who lives in an icy wasteland. Not that I had much of a choice.
Now seems like as good a time as ever to ask the important questions.
“Ta-rak,” I say slowly, watching him through my dark-vision goggles. Questions; I have so many questions. Where to start? Take a pick, Abbey. “What’s with the suit?”
“Hm?” He’s staring at me again, even though I’m now bundled up in the Skaz-coat.
“You have these freaky black nano-things that live inside you and come out of your skin. What’s up with that?” Now I’ve been around space a little bit. I know there are things out there that are beyond the capability of Human science to explain, but this seems a little far-fetched.
I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.
“Virulent nanites.” He shrugs, as if it’s no big deal. “They are made from Callidum and infected with a virus that has integrated them into my bloodstream. The armor is a prototype that was programmed into them. They are keyed to my n
eural signature."
That didn’t make a whole lot of sense, but my semi-scientific brain is able to understand at least a fragment of his explanation. My major was plant biotech, not advanced alien nano-bio-engineering, or whatever it’s called.
“Not all Kordolians have these, er, nanites, do they?”
“No. Only myself and the soldiers of the First Division survived the trials. The project was abandoned soon afterwards. I was the sole product of the first generation experimental phase.”
“Oh.” I hesitate, unsure of what to say. His expression is frosty cold right now, desolate and bleak like the frozen sea we’re traveling over. I’m treading on sensitive ground.
“You don’t have to feel sympathy for me, Abbey. I survived, others did not. I’m an aberration.”
“No you’re not,” I blurt, without even thinking. “Which stupid idiot coined that term? That so does not apply to you. You’re a decent ma- uh, Kordolian.”
Tarak blinks, and gives me a long, scrutinizing look. Then, the corner of his mouth quirks upwards. “It takes a Human to tell me such things.”
“I speak my mind. You should know that by now.”
“Hm.” His attention is diverted for a moment as he banks the flyer. A large, hulking shape comes into view. As we near, I realize it’s a landmass; a mountain with a crater at the top. It rises out of the frozen sea, black and forbidding.
Tarak narrows his eyes as he glances back at me, his fangs peeking out just below his upper lip. Some might find that expression rather menacing. I think it’s adorable. That’s just how he looks when he’s thinking.
“Prince Xalikian will like you,” he says eventually, as we descend, heading towards the large crater. It looks like an extinct volcano.
Tarak’s little statement doesn’t exactly inspire confidence. “This Prince of yours; he’s not crazy like almost every other Kordolian I’ve met, is he? Present company excepted, of course.” The thought of meeting some strange Kordolian out in the dark, icy wilderness makes me uneasy. I’m rather sick and tired of various Kordolians trying to hunt me for my Human flesh and organs.