by Luna Hunter
“Okay,” I say. “So I have to throw the ball at the wall, and it’ll bounce off?”
“Correct. And if you hit me, you score a point. That’s it.”
“That doesn’t sound too hard.”
“Give it a go.”
I take a long, hard look at my target. General Novak. His obsidian armor fits his broad frame to a T, every muscle in his body perfectly defined. He looks like a warrior prince, or a god even, so tall and imposing, with his azure-color skin.
Novak, you’re going down.
10
Novak
Michelle stares at me intensely, her lips curled up into a grin. She hasn’t even cast the ball yet, and already I can tell that she’s having a good time. Crossball is magical like that. I remember the first time I floated through the air. You never forget that first time.
She jumps into the air and throws the ball at the wall with all her might. She’s stronger than I anticipated, and the ball hits the wall at the right angle. I still only have to lean slightly to the left to avoid the incoming ball, but still. That’s hell of a lot better than I did at my first throw.
“Well well,” I say. “You are a natural.”
“Shut up and play ball.”
I laugh. The pacifistic ambassador has a competitive streak to her after all.
“You got it.” I bounce the ball off the wall gently. I’m bigger, stronger, faster than the human after all. I don’t want to rub my superiority in her face — yet.
She catches it easily. “Is that all you got?” she taunts. She jumps up into the air, plants her feet against the back wall and pushes herself off, firing herself forward, throwing the ball.
This move — the thunderbolt, it’s called in the sport’s lingo — catches me completely off guard. I’m staring at her exquisite form, the beautiful way in which her body flies through the low-gravity air. Fluid and graceful.
The next moment the ball hits me square in the face.
Michelle pumps her fist into the air. “Booyah!” she says. “Humanity one, Zorans zeroooo.”
I’m not even mad. Her weird antics are strange yet amusing. However, I can’t let this slide, of course. No one beats me in my home court.
“A lucky shot.”
“Lucky, my ass! All skill, baby,” Michelle says. Her face and chest are flushed, a big, happy grin fixed permanently on her face.
I raise my eyebrows. I do not know what her ass — round and well-formed as it may be — has to do with it.
“What? Never heard of trash talking before?”
“Why would you talk to trash? It’s an inanimate object.” Humans, I swear.
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not literal… never mind, just throw that ball my way.”
That I can do. I spin around on my axis, gathering speed and power until I release the ball. It bounces off the wall with an incredible speed, and to my surprise Michelle manages to dodge my throw by jumping all the way up, nearly hitting the ceiling.
“You lied,” I growl. “You have played before!”
“Have not,” Michelle laughs as she floats down, twirling like a dancer. “But this is not the first ball I’ve handled. And those ballet lessons are finally paying off, I suppose.”
“Ballet? Is that a form of martial arts?”
Michelle grins. “It’s a form of dancing. You do know how to dance, right? Move that body of yours?”
“I know exactly how to use my body,” I say. “In close-quarters combat.”
Michelle rolls her eyes once more. “You’re such a Zoran, Novak. Dancing is not about fighting, it’s about… enjoying life. Seeing the beauty in it. Getting lost in the moment. If we’re ever on Earth, I’ll have to take you to a performance of Swan Lake so you can see what you’re missing out on.”
I do not know what a lake of swans is, but if it involves as much beauty and grace as Michelle has, it’s something I’ve got to see.
She twirls around on her feet, her arms stretched out. I do not know what she’s doing, but it’s a pleasure to look at.
“This low gravity is perfect for dancing,” she laughs.
“But what is the purpose?”
As I watch her body move rhythmically I feel my pulse quicken, and my cock strain against my armor once more. If the aim is to arouse feelings of unbridled lust, than her dance is extremely effective.
“Not everything needs to have a purpose,” Michelle says. She jumps into the air and floats towards me, her hands stretched out. I grab her hands, surprised.
“Whirl me around, like you did that ball. Only don’t throw me against the wall!”
The moments our hands touch I feel a fire spread through me. I lean back and spin her around, like I did earlier with the ball, only this is nothing like that at all.
Our eyes meet as we spin. Her bright, brilliant blue eyes stare into mine, her blonde hair floating around her head like a golden cloud. Her lips are curled up into a smile, pleasure radiating outwards from her, flowing into me, filling every last fiber of me.
Time seems to stand still. Everything around us becomes a blur. My universe shrinks — all I can see, all I can hear and smell and feel and think is Michelle.
My hands slide up, grabbing her wrists, her lower-arms, pulling her closer, inch by inch, until our noses are nearly touching.
I study the features of her face. She’s got a few tiny freckles on the bridge of her nose I can only see from this close. Her lips are so inviting, so perfectly shaped, made for me.
My right hand slides up and grabs the back of her neck. Her hair feels soft as silk, her skin warm and amazing to touch. Her lips part slightly, waiting for what’s to come.
We’re still spinning in circles, Michelle floating around me, the balls of my feet planted on the ground.
I pull her close and kiss her.
My fingers grab her hair and I growl into her mouth as her touch sends shockwaves through me. My tongue brushes against her bottom lip, tasting her. It’s the best damn thing I’ve ever felt. Every inch of me is burning, and my armor feels two sizes too tight.
Her hands move to the back of my neck, holding me tightly as she kisses me back, surrendering herself to me completely.
I pull her body closer. I want to feel her — every inch of her. We float through the air, lost in our own world, her body pressed against mine, our tongues intertwined. My hands roam her body, feeling her soft curves, her warm skin. My fingers dig deeply into her soft, curvy thighs, claiming her.
She’s mine.
I grab and rip her shirt apart, sending buttons flying in every direction. With one tug I snap her bra open, her full breasts spilling out. My blue hand covers her pale skin, squeezing, feeling, touching her. Her nipples are pink, hard and gorgeous.
I bury my face in her breasts, kissing, licking, sucking, as my hands rip her skirt from her body. Her panties follow a moment later.
I’m taking what’s mine. Right here and right now.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m fueled by lust, acting on pure instinct alone. My big, strong hands find the soft globes of her ass, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever experienced — to hold her ass in my hands, her breasts in my mouth, her hands caressing me, her mouth breathing into my ear.
The only thing better would be to bury my thick, blue cock in that hot pussy of hers.
My fingers slide down, feeling her wetness. I didn’t know I could get more aroused, but as my fingers slide into her easily, I become like a primal beast.
With one flick of my wrist I release my armor, the protective gear falling down to the floor. Underneath it I am completely naked. My hard cock springs free, slapping against Michelle’s thighs, the already wet head of my cock pressing right at her core.
“Oh god,” she moans when she feels my hardness. Her eyes grow as big as saucers, her fingers instantly flying towards my manhood.
As much as I enjoy the feeling of her tight grip on my cock, I need to taste her.
I grab her waist and
lift her up easily in the low-gravity room. My hands curl around her thighs as I pull her close, her legs wrapping around my neck, my face level with the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
I dive in, my tongue licking up her wet lips. She tastes amazing, so sweet, so delicious, so intoxicating. Michelle’s hands move to the back of my neck. She’s reduced to moans as my tongue enters her, explores her, feels and tastes her.
Her breathing gets heavier and heavier, her fingers digging into my skin, sweet, low growls coming out of her mouth. My tongue brushes against her clit, the little swollen nub, and she moans wantonly.
I double down, my skilled tongue flicking against her clit rhythmically, driving her wild with pleasure. Her moans turn to screams, my name on her lips, as I bring her to new heights.
I love the taste of her pussy.
11
Michelle
My body is on fire.
Novak’s tongue is driving me wild, his mouth engulfing me, licking every sensitive inch of me. Wave after wave of pure bliss flows through me, radiating outwards from my core.
I’m seconds away from having the best orgasm of my life.
My finger dig into his skin, pulling him even closer, as my hips buck against him. I can barely control myself any longer as pleasure overwhelms every one of my senses.
I come.
I come so hard I see stars. My legs tremble as I scream out his name, literally floating through the air as I’m filled with the best feeling I’ve ever had.
When I come down from my high I feel lightheaded, every inch of me tingling. Novak floats up in the air and pulls me close, his hands sliding around my waist as his mouth finds mine. I kiss the amazing warrior back, my legs wrapping around his waist.
It all happened so fast.
One moment we were merely drinking coffee and making small talk, and then we were playing that fun game, and then we danced, and then… he pulled me close and took charge. He kissed me, and I melted right in his arms.
A kiss has never felt so right before.
The rational side of me knows that he’s everything I’m not — a general, a Zoran. We couldn’t be more different. He’s cocky, and at times I can’t stand him.
And at other times I want him to fill me with every inch of his big blue cock.
The head of his cock presses against my wet lips. I reach down and run my fingers across his length, tracing the throbbing veins. He’s even bigger than I thought, and I’m not sure I can handle every inch of him.
Without warning he slaps me right on my ass, the sound echoing off the walls. I yelp, surprised, a hint of a moan in my voice.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls as he places his cock at my entrance.
“I’m yours,” I say, my hands resting against his broad, naked chest. I can feel the beat of his heart, both in my hands and in my core. “I’m yours!”
He sinks his cock into me. With one thrust of his hips he enters me, growling like an angry bear, filling me up.
I’ve never felt like this. Nothing I’ve ever experienced can compare.
I’m so filled, so full of Zoran cock. My toes curl, my eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth hangs open as Novak pounds his big blue cock into me. He bounces me on his lap effortlessly, sinking more of his thick cock into me with every thrust.
I didn’t think I could take every inch of him.
I was wrong.
Our bodies fit together perfectly. He forces himself into me, deep, until he’s all the way inside of me. His mouth finds mine, kissing me roughly, growling into my mouth. I can feel his cock throb inside of me, pulsing with pure lust.
His big, strong hands spank my ass again as he fucks me, until my cheeks are red and glowing, and I love every second of it. I love how he takes control of my body, how he’s completely in charge, how he’s this dominant, alpha male who straight up uses my body.
I never thought I could surrender myself like this.
I’m an independent woman. I’m the human ambassador. I’m used to men, alien and human alike, dismissing me and my accomplishments. I have always fought for my place, and I’ve damn well earned it.
So I never thought I would enjoy being spanked by a Zoran general while his big, blue cock stretches me. I didn’t ever imagine myself telling a man that I’m his, that he can use me, that my body belongs to him, that I want him to come inside of me, that I want every last drop of his potent cum.
But I do. I want it. I crave it.
It feels so good, so right, so amazing to deliver myself into his big, strong, capable hands. To surrender my body to him, to let him take me, pound me, stuff me.
“Fill me,” I moan. “Give it to me!”
“You want my seed?” he growls.
“Yes!”
“Beg for it,” he says, his open palm striking my red-glowing ass once more. The touch sends a shockwave of pleasure through me. Oh god. He’s really pushing me to the edge, and I’m going right along with it.
“Please cum inside me,” I say, my voice low and sultry. “Please fill me… master.”
His honey-colored, lust-filled eyes light up. “Yes,” he growls. “Yes!”
I feel his cock grow even bigger inside of me, even harder than I ever imagined possible.
“I’m yours!” I scream. “Use me! Take me! My body belongs to you! Give me your cum, master, inside of me!”
With a roar so powerful that it feels like the entire ship is shaking Novak comes inside of me. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, burying his thick cock inside of me, all the way to the hilt. His cock fires his potent load deep inside of me, filling me up with his delicious seed. His hands are holding my ass tightly as he pumps me full of cum.
The feeling of his seed filling me, of being held so tightly, of every inch of me being used, sends me over the edge. I was made for this. This is how life is supposed to be. Being in unison with a strong, dominating, alpha male who claims your body, your mind, your soul.
I come, in unison with Novak. Every pulse of his Zoran cock sends a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins and I scream out his name until my voice breaks.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, as I struggle to find my breath. “Oh my god!”
Novak kisses his way up my shoulder, burying his face in my neck.
“That was…”
“…Amazing.”
We float through the air, our bodies entwined. For that brief moment, we are one. His cock is still inside of me, still as big as ever, and I love the feeling of being filled by him.
I trace my fingers down his blue, naked chest. He’s so damn broad and strong. The way his muscles tensed up as he fucked me was extremely sexy. I’ve never seen anything as panty-melting as the focused, steely look in his eyes as he took me, with his brow furrowed and sweat dripping down his face, his manly scent surrounding me.
When I first laid my eyes on his big, blue form I never could have imagined this. He did create a very intense feeling in me right from the start, but I thought it was hatred. He was so arrogant! Turns out, that feeling really has been love all along. I guess it’s true what they say how close the two of them are. The man you can’t stand to be around can turn out to be the only one who can make your toes curl, who can make you moan and scream and surrender yourself completely.
His mouth finds my neck, nibbling on my sensitive skin, while his fingers trace circles on the small of my back. I run my hands down his strong back, all the way down to his sculpted ass.
I never want this moment to end.
12
Novak
Michelle is draped over me, her naked body rising with every breath. I run my hand down her curvy, naked form. I can’t resist gripping her ass firmly, my blue fingers sinking into her pale skin. She groans in her sleep, the corners of her mouth curling up.
I can’t resist that round ass of hers. The way it feels in my hands, the way it ripples when I pound myself into her. It’s intoxicating. Addictive. I’ve never felt something as soft or
as good.
After our impromptu lovemaking session in the low-gravity gym, I carried her up to my quarters, the both of us as naked as the day we were born. I had ripped all of Michelle’s clothes to shreds, and I didn’t care about anyone seeing my naked form.
Michelle was embarrassed, but I didn’t see any reason to be. This is my ship. I am the general. Every single soul on board will follow my command without a moment’s hesitation — except for Michelle herself, perhaps. She’s as stubborn and headstrong as me.
She did surrender herself completely to me when I took her, body and soul. I’ve never felt more alive than when she gave in to my most wanton desires, when she told me exactly what I wanted to hear.
To hear the proud, gorgeous Earth female beg for my seed — there’s nothing better.
“Everyone will know!” she said, pleading with me when I lifted her naked body up and carried her into the public hallway.
“I know,” I said. “I want them to know. You are my mate. You are mine. Everyone must know.”
When I said those words her heart melted and her smile widened. She allowed me to carry her up, not even minding that several soldiers got a glimpse of her pale curves, of her perfect form.
I didn’t mind. Everyone knows her body and soul belong to me. Her body is a wonderful thing, made to be admired, cherished, protected. Loved.
I took her again the moment we arrived at my personal quarters. I couldn’t resist. She crawled onto my large bed on all fours, wiggling her perfectly round behind at me, daring me to spank her again.
A dangerous gamble.
My cock was instantly hard again. I grabbed her waist and slid myself right in, watching her ass bounce on my hard cock.
That is how we spent the entire night. Fucking. In the bed. On my desk. In my shower. We did everything we could imagine and more. My quarters, normally a pristine place, looks like something has exploded. Chairs have been knocked over, the covers have been ripped off the bed, and towels are strewn haphazardly over the floor.
I couldn’t care less. I have found my mate, and that is the only thing that matters to me.
I never thought it possible. Vinz told me this could happen, Marko teased me that Michelle might be the one, and I laughed at them both. I am a warrior, I said. The fight is all that matters to me. My ship, my crew. My duty and my honor. Love, fate; I never understood it.