by Luna Hunter
“Why?” I say, holding my hands up in the air. “Why, Jakob? We’re allies!”
The Falurian man sneers. “Allies,” he laughs. “As if. I can’t even begin to describe the many ways in which you disgust me. Working together with you… I could barely endure it. My species, the so-called leaders of this ‘glorious’ alliance, are misguided. Sometimes the course needs to be… corrected. Sometimes a leader needs to step up and take charge. I did what was necessary.”
“You are insane,” Novak growls. “You’ll hang for this.”
“Ah, the lapdog can speak, hm? You’re the worst, Novak. You breed with this… mongrel, diluting your line. What of your Zoran pride, your honor, hm? All thrown overboard for some tits, is that it?”
“You shut your mouth,” Novak says. “Or—”
“Or what? I’m the man with the gun, I’m the one giving orders. I can blow your heartthrob to ash by pulling this trigger. I’d keep quiet if I were you. Raise those big paws of yours.”
Novak’s face is filled with rage, but he raises his hands.
“You won’t get away with this,” Novak says. “What’s your escape plan?”
“Like I’d tell you,” Jakob sneers. “The two of you are going to take a take a little spacewalk — without a suit on, that is. Move.”
I won’t stand for this. I won’t let myself be bullied, be threatened by this xenophobic asshole. I’ve had enough of running, of letting others save me. This is bigger than me — all of mankind is counting on me to expose Jakob’s scheming. If I have to sacrifice my life for that… then that’s a price I’m willing to pay.
“Don’t listen to this coward,” I say. “He’s full of shit.”
“I can’t let you be hurt,” Novak whispers. “I can’t have another death on my hands.”
“He won’t pull the trigger,” I say as I take a step forward. “He hasn’t got the stones.”
“Don’t test me,” Jakob bites. “I’ve condemned countless men to their deaths. You think I can’t stomach one more?!”
“No, you let others do the killing for you while you sipped on your drink and made your rounds. You’re a schemer, a manipulator, a sniveling worm.”
“Lies!”
“You’re not a hero, Jakob. You’re a traitor, and your name will be scrubbed from history. You can shoot me but it won’t change a thing. The truth will come out sooner or later. Your own people will disown you. There is not a word in the dictionary that accurately describes how hated you’ll be.”
“What are you doing?” Novak whispers angrily. “Stop taunting him!”
Jakob’s entire hand is shaking. Sweat is dripping down his brow. He licks his chapped lips, a maniac glint in his eyes.
“Lies, lies, all lies!” he roars. “I’m a hero, a damn hero! You can’t talk your way out of this! Not this time, human! Your time has come! Now start moving, or I’ll, I’ll… I’ll do it!”
“You won’t.”
I take another step forward. I’m so close I could knock the blaster from Jakob’s hand if I wanted to — but if it goes off, it’ll leave a gaping hole in my chest. Either way it’ll give Novak enough time to intervene, to get the truth out.
And that’s all that matters.
I raise my hand to strike — but then, I’m knocked out of the way from behind. There’s a sudden, blindingly bright flash of light, and a wave of heat passes by me.
The blaster goes off, but Novak pulls me out of the way just in time. The shot hits him square in the chest and he is launched backwards, stumbling, a smoking black mark forming on his chest plate.
For a second my hearts stop beating. I look at Novak, waiting, praying, tears stinging my eyes. He can’t be…
Jakob’s eyes are opened wide, a bewildered look in them.
“See,” he says, his curved tongue flicking out. “See! It would have been much easier to fire you out an airlock, but I guess I’ll have some clean-up to do.”
He points the blaster right at me. “Say your prayers, miss Coors,” he says with a grin. “It’s been a pleasure.”
I stare right down the barrel of the gun. Time seems to slow down. All sounds fade away. All I hear is my own heart beating, my own breath. My fingers feel numb.
This is it.
Just when I’m about to close my eyes and say my final goodbyes, I see something moving in the corner of my eye.
My rescue comes in the unlikeliest of forms. Not a seven foot tall Zoran warrior, not a squadron of well-armed human soldiers… but the petite, bespectacled form of my personal assistant.
Cindy!
She delivers a swift kick between the Falurian’s legs from behind and he doubles over in pain, yelping, the blaster dropping to the floor.
I scramble and pick the blaster up, wrestling it out of Jakob’s outstretched fingers.
Cindy looks at me with her eyes widened, her mouth hanging wide open in shock at her own bravery.
“You saved us!”
She nods, her hands clasping in front of her mouth.
“I did, didn’t I? Wow!”
I point the blaster down at Jakob, who looks at me with unadulterated fear in his eyes. How the tables have turned!
“Please,” he shivers. “You don’t understand! There are powers at play, forces you can’t comprehend, they made me, th-they, they…”
It’s extremely tempting to make him beg and plead for this life. He certainly deserves it after all he’s done, and all he planned to do… but that’s not who I am.
“Save it for the courts, Jakob. Cindy, think you can handle this?”
She nods decisively, and I hand her the blaster before rushing to Novak’s side. He’s still lying on his side, unmoving. I roll him over.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please please please.”
His eyes are closed. I check his pulse, but I don’t feel a thing.
“No no no no,” I cry. “No!”
I press down on his chest, bringing my lips down on his to try and breathe some life into him. The moment our lips touch, Novak springs to life, his hand moving to the back of my neck in an instant, keeping me in place as he kisses me back.
All the pain, the terror, the fear, the heartache — it all fades away in an instant. There’s just me and him. We’re the center of our own galaxy. I can taste him, feel him. His manly scent surrounds me, and it’s intoxicating.
Everything that has kept us apart feels almost trivial now. My heart belongs to him, and every moment we spent apart felt like torture.
He kisses me so long I’m the one who is at a loss for breath! I pull back after thirty seconds, gasping for air. Novak looks up at me, a smitten look in those brilliant, honey-colored eyes of his.
“I thought you were dead!”
Novak shrugs nonchalantly. “You thought I couldn’t take one little blast? Come on now. You know me better than that.”
He’s still holding my hand, his fingers drawing circles on my skin. I get the feeling he’s not letting go of me anytime soon.
Good.
20
Novak
What a rollercoaster ride this has been. The moment Michelle walked into my life changed everything. Since then I’ve been running from one explosion to the next, wrestling with my own feelings and the burden of leadership along the way.
That is why the twenty-four hours I’ve spent in bed with Michelle so far have felt like a present from the gods.
Her naked body is coiled around mine. Her hands are wrapped around my neck, her legs on either side of me, keeping me firmly in place. Her warm, hot mouth is kissing my neck and trailing down. She kisses my broad chest, her body sliding down, her hands feeling every rock-hard inch of me.
We handed Jakob over to the Alliance authorities along with the proof of his betrayal. As soon as they realized the gravity of the situation we headed straight towards Michelle’s bed. After thanking Cindy for her invaluable help, of course.
“I think we have some calls waiting for us.”
“Le
t them wait,” Michelle says, her hot mouth on my abs.
“You think Vinz and Riley don’t want to hear from us?”
“I think I want this in my mouth,” Michelle says with a naughty smirk as she runs her thumb along the side of my hard cock, tracing the throbbing veins.
“You’re so bad,” I growl, my blue cock pulsing. I can’t get enough of her touch. It sends shockwaves through me, every single damn time.
“I love the taste of you,” she says, kissing her way down. “I love it.” She’s nearly there, but she’s taking her sweet time, teasing me relentlessly until my hips are bucking, eager for the feeling of her warm, hot mouth on my cock.
“I told Cindy to report our findings to them,” Michelle says. Her mouth is only inches away from my hard member now — I can feel her hot breath on my sensitive skin. “She told them all they need to know. As far as I’m concerned, no one needs us now. No one’s going to stop me from getting what I want… which is this.”
She takes the head of my cock into her mouth and an animalistic moan leaves my lips instantly. Her fingers travel down my length until they reach the base of my cock. She grips it tightly with her two hands, moving them in unison as she brings me unspeakable pleasure.
I need to feel her. I need to taste her. Right now. She’s kneeling with her beautiful ass pointed in my direction, and I can’t resist. I grab a handful, my fingers sinking into her soft skin.
“Come here,” I growl. “I want to taste you.”
I grab her hips and easily pull her on top of me, so that we’re in a sixty-nine position, her beautiful, wet lips poised right in front of me. Her intoxicating scent fills my nostrils, and it makes my cock throb even harder.
I grab two handfuls of her delicious ass and run my tongue up the length of her lips. She always tastes so sweet, so delicious, so addictive.
She can’t stop from squirming as my tongue explores her most sensitive parts. The more she trembles, the more fun it becomes for me. I hold her tightly as I find her clit and passionately tongue the sensitive nub.
“Ohhh,” she moans. “I-I wanted to p-please you,” she says, her hand still wrapped firmly around the base of my big blue cock. She can’t fully focus now that I’m assaulting every one of her senses. I love how my tongue can make her so completely wild.
“You are,” I growl. “Your pussy pleases me.”
Michelle pushes back, grinding her beautiful cunt on my face. I explore her with my tongue, rapidly licking her to another incredible orgasm — I’ve lost count of how many at this point.
“Come for me,” I command her.
“Yes!” she gasps. Michelle leans down and wraps her hot lips around the head of my cock, taking as much of me into her mouth as she can.
The way she writhes with pleasure and moans my name is an incredible turn-on for me. Add the feeling of her tongue on my cock and I’m ready to blow.
We come at the same time. I kiss her pussy, my tongue flicking against her sensitive clit, and her entire body starts trembling. I hold her in place and double-down as she comes on my face, and her wanton moans set me off.
I flood her mouth with my cum, pumping her full with my seed. Her hands move down to my big blue balls, coaxing every last drop out of me.
This feels like the perfect balance. Our bodies in perfect unison, delivering pleasure previously unknown. Pleasing her feels better than anything I’d ever dare to imagine — not only for my body, but for my soul. When I’m inside her, I feel whole. Michelle is a part of me I never knew was missing.
When both of us have come down from our unbelievable highs, Michelle turns around and snuggles up to me. I pull her close and kiss her, wrapping my blue body around hers. I always want to feel her soft, naked skin pressing against mine.
I never want this moment to end.
“I love you, you big blue Zoran,” she says, gazing into my eyes.
“I love you too, you pale soft human. I’m never letting you go.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“That could be problematic.”
“I don’t care. We’ll find a way.”
Michelle smirks. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Epilogue
Michelle
Novak looks absolutely stunning in his tuxedo. I’ve had the suit tailored to his measurements — no human suit is going to fit his seven foot frame, after all!
“Why do I have to wear this?” he growls. “This restricts my movement.”
“Because you look hot in it,” I say, standing on the tips of my toes to kiss his lips. Even then he still has to lean down to reach me. His hand moves to the small of my back and instantly slides down, cupping the curves of my ass in his big, strong hands.
He squeezes and growls into my mouth. As much as I want to jump him right now — he looks good enough to eat — I didn’t pick out this beautiful gala dress and a sexy tuxedo just to stay at home and rip them apart!
“We can’t,” I moan as his fingers slide up my dress. “We’re going to be late.”
“I don’t care.”
His skilled fingers are now resting on my silk panties. Damn his quick reflexes.
“I do,” I sigh. “Let’s go. Before I change my mind.”
Novak looks at me with those honey-colored eyes of his. It’s hard to ever say no to him. It’s easier to submit to his will. And it feels very good when he takes charge…
But not this time! I manage to get him out the door and into the hovercar parked out front without dropping to my knees and worshipping his manhood. This is a victory in and of itself if you take into account how addictive it is to feel his hardness quivering in your mouth.
I don’t think we’ve gone a single day without losing ourselves in the throes of passion yet. Today marks the third week of leave that both of us requested, and which Vinz and Riley were more than happy to give us. So far we’ve travelled to Exon Prime: the Zoran homeworld, and now we’re back on Earth, in New New York.
I honestly don’t think either of us are going to go back to our jobs. We want to be together every waking moment, and that won’t be possible if he’s leading a fleet in some faraway sector and I’m stationed on the Observer.
I want nothing more than to travel in perpetuity with him. Explore new worlds, try new foods, meet new people… start a family. That sounds like the perfect life.
Before we can do all of that, I have a surprise in store for my Zoran general.
The hovercar pulls up front of the ritzy theater.
“What is this?” Novak says.
“Why, it’s Swan Lake, of course.”
“Lake of Swan?” he says, bewildered.
“Yes! Remember that day we played crossball?”
“I remember,” he says, his eyes flickering with desire. “I remember the way you tasted, the way you felt, the way your body gave in to me…”
The heat rises to my cheeks. I remember every single detail of that as well, but that’s not what I was talking about!
“I told you then that if we were ever on Earth, I’d take you to see the ballet. Well, here we are.”
We get out of the hovercar and walk into the posh theater, our arms hooked together. The tall Zoran catches quite a few stares, and I feel like a total movie star, attending such a fancy event.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” Novak whispers. “What is this ballet?”
“Relax,” I say, patting his arm. “Just enjoy the show.”
We have a private balcony all to ourselves — one of the many perks of saving the galaxy is excellent seating arrangements. We settle in the plush seats and prepare for what’s to come.
The ballet is even more beautiful than I had imagined it would be. I’ve never seen such a wondrous show. Even though the Swan Lake was written hundreds of years ago, it’s still a marvel to behold.
“What did you think?” I ask Novak the moment the show’s over and the crowd erupts in a thunderous applause.
“Stunning,” he says to my surprise. “They move with such grace and finesse, like finely trained warriors. Beautiful!”
“Did my dancing in a way resemble theirs?” I ask.
“Yours was infinitely more beautiful,” Novak growls, his hand grabbing my knee.
“You are just saying that.”
“I meant every single word,” he says, his hand sliding up to my inner thigh.
I close my legs. “We’re in public,” I whisper.
“I’ve kept my hands to myself the entire show,” he says, his voice low and husky. “And not a single moment longer. No one’s watching. Everyone’s applauding.”
He’s right. We were up high, in the dark, while everyone was giving the troupe of dancers a standing ovation. But still…
Novak pushes my knees open, his hand cupping my panty-clad pussy. I can’t deny the fact that I’m wet, or that my body yearns for his touch, but anyone who glances up could see…
“Stand up,” he growls.
I can’t deny that low, commanding voice of his. It’s like music to my ears.
I stand up and applaud along with the rest of the crowd. Behind me, Novak pulls my panties down to my ankles.
“What are you doing?” I whisper when I feel his hands move up the back of my dress. He touches my long, naked legs, his fingers moving up to my round ass. My body is prickling with heat, at the same time anxious and aroused. I love how he knows my buttons and pushes my boundaries… but it’s also scary to surrender myself to him so completely.
“Taking what’s mine,” he growls into my ear like an animal.
I have to grip the railing with one hand to stop from tumbling over, the other clasped in front of my mouth to stop from screaming.
Novak enters me from behind. His thick, blue cock slides into me with one push. I bite my bottom lip to stifle my moans as he takes me hard, my entire body bouncing against the railing.
My Zoran general is an animal who can’t contain his lust when he’s around me — and I love the effect I have on him. I love that he goes wild for me; that he doesn’t give a single fuck about etiquette. When he wants me, he takes me, circumstances be damned.
A few feet below me is New New York’s finest. A veritable who’s who. They’re all still giving the ballet dancer a standing ovation, the loud clapping drowning out my moaning.