by Luna Hunter
I head to the bridge, where my second-in-command, Marko, is waiting for me. I commanded him to keep a close eye on the situation as it develops. This is supposed to be a ceremonial, diplomatic affair, but we’re still taking a top-secret warship out for a test drive. I didn’t become a general by ever letting my guard down.
“How’s the situation, Marko?”
He snaps to attention. “Sir. No suspicious activity to report, sir.”
“Good. Keep monitoring everything. I ran into Jakob outside my quarters — I don’t want anyone who isn’t a Zoran on this ship, understood?”
“Sir. His rank does give him clearance, sir.”
My eyes narrow. “This is my ship, Marko. I don’t care about Alliance protocol. No one gets onboard the Behemoth. If anyone is giving you trouble, tell them to come see me.”
“Sir. Understood sir.”
“At ease, Marko.”
My second-in-command relaxes, and his tight lips turn into a smile.
“Looking forward to today, sir?”
“Please,” I say as I roll up my sleeves. “This robe is killing me. It’s not intended to be worn by warriors like us. “
“You’re missing your insignias, sir. Allow me.”
Marko sends for someone to grab my insignias, and a moment later, fixes them on my chest. They designate my rank. I never wear them, for my rank is obvious. I don’t need frilly symbols to give me authority — I have it in spades.
“All ready, sir. Enjoy your day.”
Marko can barely contain his grin. It’s no secret how I feel about this assignment, and as my second-in-command, Marko knows me better than anyone. He finds this whole ordeal to be exceedingly humorous.
“Between you and me,” I say, lowering my voice, “I think this is not just pointless, but reckless. Who says we can trust these humans?”
“If I can speak freely, sir… I think you ought to give the humans a chance. If they were good enough for King Vinz, then who are we to judge?”
“We shouldn’t make tactical decisions based on lust.”
“Love, sir. I believe our King loves his mate.”
“Same thing.”
Marko raises his eyebrows. “I wonder if you’ll say that once you meet your fated.”
“My mate? All that ‘fated’ stuff is nonsense, Marko. A distraction at best. I’m a warrior, a general. My duty lies with my ship with my men. Nothing will change that.”
Marko sighs. “All business, huh sir?”
“You know me, Marko.”
“Who knows, you might meet someone. Could even be today. You wouldn’t be the first Zoran general to bond with a human female.”
The image of the human ambassador quickly flashes before my eyes. Her beautiful, azure-blue eyes are seemingly engraved into my memory. I push the thought away as quickly as it came.
“Stop talking bullshit, Marko. Keep your attention on the situation, instead of on my personal life.”
My com beeps again. The human delegation is ready and waiting.
Time to meet this Michelle Coors.
3
Michelle
“Champagne, ambassador?”
A Zoran waiter, dressed in an obsidian silky robe, offers me a glass of bubbly drink. I gratefully accept. As much as other species look down on humanity, they were all rather quick to take a liking to some of our vices. Champagne, chocolate, coffee, to name a few. Of course, they pronounce it kah-fee and they use gene-splicing to brew the drink so strong that it could power a spaceship, so you have to be really careful when ordering it. If you don’t watch out, you could spend a weekend fully awake, or worse, spend a week in the hospital!
I sip on the drink as I survey my surroundings. I’m standing in a giant hall on the space-station Kozara, along with other high-placed diplomatic staff. The Falurians, Melek, Tyk’ix, they’re all here. The only one missing is… General Novak. Of course.
Cindy is standing by my side, clutching her tablet to her chest. This is her first official diplomatic shindig, and the poor girl is terrified.
“How will I recognize this Zoran general?” I ask.
“He’s big and b-blue,” she stammers.
“Are you doing okay?”
She nods quickly. “Y-yes,” she says. “A little nervous, that’s all.”
“Relax,” I whisper. “Grab a drink, or try the buffet — but beware of the hano, the red fish. It’ll give you cramps for a week straight. Trust me, I speak from experience.”
She laughs and walks off, her high heels clacking on the marble floor. I saunter through the hall, my eyes wandering across the many tapestries depicting large battles that adorn the walls. Typically Zoran — they love their military. I stop in front of a window that provides an excellent view of the reason we’re here: The spaceship Andromeda.
“A beauty, isn’t she?” A Falurian man, dressed in a green robe with a yellow collar says. “Falurian/human engines, Tyk’ix stealth shields, and of course, Zoran weaponry. A marvel of modern engineering, absolutely unique in the entire universe. And that shape! It’s pure art. But ah, where are my manners? I’m Jakob, Falurian ambassador. I don’t believe we’ve met before. You must be miss Coors?”
I shake the man’s large, scaled hand. “Does my reputation precede me?”
“You are the youngest and the only female among dozens of alien ambassadors,” Jakob answers. “This makes you notable.”
“I’m hope my age and gender aren’t the only notable things about me.”
“Ah, yes, of course, you are correct. I am sure you are most skilled at your work.”
I roll my eyes. “Cut the small talk, Jakob, or else this is going to be a long day. Do you know where that Zoran general is hiding at? Novak or something? He’s sure taking his sweet time. That’s so typically Zoran, you know? Making us wait, like our time is not as valuable as his. I swear, I’ve had it up to here with their arrogance, their… what?”
Jakob is looking over my shoulder, a smarmy grin on his face. I whirl around, only to find my eyes level with an impossible broad chest. The insignia on his chest makes my heart skip a beat. Don’t tell me it’s…
I glance up into the stern, honey-colored eyes of one pissed off Zoran. His chiseled face is set to kill. His brow is furrowed, his lips pulled into a tight line.
I get the feeling he’s about to pull me over his lap and spank me for being such a bad girl. He’s more than capable — he could lift me up with only one hand, and use the other one to tear my clothes clean off. The decorative robe he’s wearing does nothing to hide his bulging muscles — the cloth is pulled tight around every inch of him. His skin is a rich, magnificent blue, like the deep blue sea. I could see myself getting lost in it…
That wicked thought, being disciplined by him, sends a flush of heat straight through me. Instantly my cheeks change color.
From the corner of my eye I see the vague outline of Cindy, desperately trying to get my attention. I find it incredibly hard to pull my eyes away from the Zoran in front of me. His brilliant eyes demand my attention.
Jakob, the Falurian, isn’t as flustered as I am.
“Miss Coors, allow me to introduce the man of the evening; General Novak. General, this is the human ambassador, miss Coors.”
Ah, yes. Introductions. Diplomacy. Politics. That is why I’m here.
Not to drool over some insanely hot warrior whose hatred for me is so strong I can feel it. Not to imagine him using those strong, big hands of him to teach me a lesson.
I could use a lesson or two.
“General Novak. A pleasure to meet you,” I say, extending my hand towards him.
The azure-blue general gives me a look before turning away, leaving without saying a single word. My eyes are still locked to him as he goes — what a man.
An arrogant prick who I can’t stand, of course, but with the body of a greek god.
“That went excellently,” Jakob says, wandering off with a shit-eating grin.
Cindy grabs my a
rm, breaking me from my trance.
“What was that?!” she whispers angrily.
“What was what?”
“You! What were you doing?”
“I… don’t know,” I answer. My heart is still thumping like mad, and my palms feel strangely sweaty. Strangest of all, my panties are damp, and my knees feel like giving up on themselves.
I’ve never had a reaction like this in my entire life, but then again, I’ve never seen eyes as brilliant and demanding as the generals.
“Why? What did I do?”
“You stared at the general like he was a, a… a piece of meat!” she says, flustered.
“Well,” I say, wiping my hands on the back of my robe. “You have to admit. He is rather good-looking.”
“Yes, but you’re the ambassador!”
“Let’s just move on,” I say. I glance around to see a lot of heads turned in my direction. Great. “And don’t ever mention this to Riley, got it?”
“My lips are sealed,” Cindy answers, though her smile reaches all the way up to her eyes. If she tells Riley, I’ll never hear the end of it… “Now go up to the general and do your job,” she says sternly. “He’ll take you on a tour of the Andromeda.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Yes, madam. What gave you this sudden burst of assertiveness?”
“If you’re not going to do your job, someone else has to! Also, I might have had a cup of coffee. Or two.”
“Oh dear.” That explains it. Those drinks have given her so much caffeine she could run to Earth and back again. “You might want to head to the infirmary, the Zoran coffee is a rather unique blend.”
“Unique?”
“Uniquely poisonous to humans, yes.”
Her eyes grow wide. “A-are you sure?”
“Yes. Run along now,” I say, shooing her along.
She speeds off, breaking into a run, leaving me alone to deal with the Zoran general I just pissed off.
I take a deep breath. I got this.
The radiant blue Zoran towers over everyone else in the room. Even compared to his kin he’s a foot taller than them, if not more. He glances back at me, and our eyes meet across the room.
Instantly my heart is pounding like a drum again.
I so do not got this.
4
Novak
Before I have even met the human female she has already gotten on my nerves. Mouthing off to that slimeball Jakob about what I ought to be doing — who does she think she is?
She’s on Zoran ground, on a Zoran station, to meet a Zoran general. Typical human, to make themselves the most important thing in the room. The center of the universe. They are so young — there are buildings down on Exon Prime that are older than all of human civilization — yet they want to play with the big boys. They want to colonize planets, build warships, pretend they’re a superpower.
And we as a species tolerate it.
I won’t.
I will fulfill my duty, as my King commanded. I will test the Andromeda with the shapely human on board, but that is it. I will not extend a single courtesy her way.
She’s staring at me from across the room again, a glass of champagne in her left hand, her blue eyes fixed on me. She runs her fingers through her blonde hair, not breaking eye-contact.
Fuck.
Why can’t I look away?
Those curves beg for my attention. Those hip are made to be grabbed, to be held, to be wrapped around a true, dominant man. I can see her reflection through the window, and her ass is every bit as spectacular as the rest of her.
Perfectly slappable. Made for my big, strong hands.
I ought to discipline her. Show her what true power feels like. Make her accept her role as my personal, subservient…
Fuck.
What the hell am I doing?
The human walks towards me, swaying her hips with every step.
Blood rushes to my cock as I imagine doing unspeakable things to the human female’s body. My mind is like a freight train — it won’t slow down now that it has gathered speed. I picture her naked, without that flashy robe. Are her round, curvy breasts every bit as pale as she is? How would her pink, hard nipples feel in my mouth?
Can those luscious curves of her take every inch of my big blue cock?
“General Novak,” the human female says once she’s reached me, her eyes locked onto mine. “I feel like we got off on the wrong foot there. Allow me to try again. I am Ambassador Coors.”
She extends her hand towards me once again, but what she grabs isn’t my hand. It feels much better than that. I glance down at the giant bulge in my robe.
Right.
I’m so used to wearing armor that constrains my big cock that I didn’t realize that this loose, flowing robe doesn’t provide the same… protection. Underneath this flimsy thing, I am completely naked, as I would be underneath my armor.
My cock is standing at full attention, and when Michelle tries to shake my hand, she instead grabs a firm hold of my hard cock, with only a thin layer of robe covering it.
Talk about causing a diplomatic incident.
Time seems to stand still for a moment as both our eyes widen out of shock. I feel the blood rushing to my member, my big blue cock pulsing with every beat of my heart. I’ve never felt this rush of endorphins, this overpowering need and hunger before. Michelle’s alluring scent fills my nostrils, and it makes my pulse race even faster.
She pulls her hand back as fast as lightning after a second that feels like an eternity. Her cheeks are as red as the sun, her curvy chest rising with every deep breath she takes.
I muster every bit of willpower I have and urge my cock to lower itself. It’s like fighting a roaring wild beast, awakened from its slumber and with an insatiable hunger, but I manage to tame the beast.
For now.
“Ambassador,” I say. “Welcome on board the Kozara. I suggest we commence our tour of the Andromeda at once. Agreed?”
She nods quickly, staring down at the floor, avoiding eye contact. Her skin is flushed, and I want nothing more than to lift her chin up and stare into those bright, blue diamonds.
My body burns with a lustful fever. I need to get away from the human female, before I do something I regret.
But first, I need to complete my assignment.
I lead the way towards the Andromeda, doing my best to focus on the task at hand, instead of her intoxicating smell. Once we’re in the elevator that takes us down towards the ship, my trained nose picks up a new scent.
The scent of arousal.
I look at her. She’s staring down at the floor, her arms crossed over her chest, yet try as she might, she can’t hide it. The flush on her neck, her stiff nipples poking through her robe, and that sweet, sensual smell of hers. She’s as aroused as I am, if not more. If I slide my hand up that robe and cup a handful of her round, curvy cheeks, I imagine she wouldn’t utter a single peep. I could take her right now. Show her what a true man is like. She already felt me — now, she can taste me.
The doors open with a ping. We arrived at our destination, and the spell is broken.
“Sir. Welcome on board the Andromeda, sir, miss,” a Zoran in uniform says, snapping to attention.
I nod briefly and clear my throat. “At ease, soldier.”
I turn to Michelle. “This is it. The reason you’re here.”
I guide the human female through the ship. I know the machine like the back of my hand. The weapon systems are based on designs I’ve worked on for years. I’ve perfected them after countless nights of work, which is one of the reasons it angers me that they are being so carelessly shared with other species. My crowning achievement, and it’s used as a bargaining chip.
The engines have been designed by the humans and the Falurians, the dragon-kin, working together on their research station orbiting the Falurian planet of Audur. The stealth systems are the work of the Tyk’ix, the mysterious purple, tentacled beings. I have yet to see these systems in action, and I am lookin
g forward to seeing what the ship can do.
Michelle has no questions. When I was assigned this task, I imagined I’d be guiding around an arrogant human, an elderly male with no technical background but an inflated sense of self who would argue about every little detail.
Instead, I find myself wishing the shapely human female would say something. She has yet to utter a single word since the incident. Have I scared her? Does my manhood terrify her?
I find myself talking about the different weapon systems, the lasers, the missiles, the heat rays at length, just to fill the void. I have never done this. This is not me. I have never felt uncomfortable, never felt the need to be liked by anyone. What is it about this human that has me acting so strange, that has me talking so fast?
I lead her to the bridge, deciding that the sooner this task is over, the better. I can go back to my ship, my soldiers, and clear my mind.
The crew all snap to attention the moment we enter the bridge.
“Sir, welcome, sir,” the soldiers chant in unison, saluting me. I take my seat in the command chair, gesturing for Michelle to take a seat at my side.
“What’s your name, soldier?” I ask my helmsman.
“Officer Vojin, sir.”
“Take us out of here, Vojin. Slow and steady.”
“Sir yes sir.”
5
Michelle
The spaceship lifts off effortlessly, gliding through space as if it were carving through butter. Perhaps I ought to be amazed by how silent the ship was — there was no engine rumbling, no metal groaning, no sign of the ship moving at all except for the stars and planets moving in front of us.
Maybe the many different kinds of high-tech weapons ought to have impressed me. After all, I was here as a diplomat, an ambassador, and soon all of this would be under joint human control. In many ways this spaceship is a triumph for me personally, and for humanity as a whole. It proves that the Intergalactic Alliance and the Zorans accept us. It’s living proof of our accomplishments, of the distance we’ve travelled, all the way from a single moon landing to being part of constructing the finest ship in the galaxy.
However, in my heart of hearts, I don’t care about any of that. The politics, the front pages, the holo-news; it doesn’t interest me. A whole new obsession has gripped my heart, my body, my soul.