by Luna Hunter
Right now I have more questions than answers, and all I’ve achieved since crash-landing here is a mind-blowing orgasm, courtesy of that imposing warrior.
“You are still bleeding,” I say when I see a small trickle of blood run down the Zoran’s back. “You should let me look at that.”
“No,” he says decisively. “I was careless. Angry. It will heal.”
He lets out a big sigh and falls quiet, and I want nothing more than to keep talking, for the silence and the guilt weigh on me like a ton of bricks.
“Do you want to bury him?”
Turnon raises his eyebrows. “Bury?”
“Yes,” I say. “You must have some kind of burial ritual, right? Some way to say goodbye?”
The warrior shakes his head. “No. Isto first friend lost.”
Wow. Talk about a punch to the gut.
“Where I’m from, we have several different ways for saying goodbye to departed friends, depending on where you’re from. There’s burial, cremation, a burial at sea…”
Turnon doesn’t look at me, and I feel like I’m rambling on. There’s nothing I can do to ease the tension, to ease the pain. I realize he’s much more than a brutish warrior. He’s got a big heart, and it’s hurting.
“I’ll help,” I blurt out. I just want to help, to do something. I feel so useless.
“Okay,” Turnon says. “You bury him. I prepare meal.”
He grabs one of the tigers by its tail and drags it into the cave, leaving me dumbfounded. I have no idea how to dig a hole without a shovel, but I don’t want to ask the Zoran for help. He just saved my life — time I did something in return.
I look for a nice patch of earth, one that will make a fine resting place. Close to the entrance to the cave is a beautiful place, in the shadow of a tall tree, with brightly colored flowers blooming around it.
I get to work, digging up the dirt with my bare hands. It’s a hard job, and soon I’m covered in a sheen of sweat, my hands black, my nails dirty… but I find the work to be strangely comforting. I pour all of my energy in it. I don’t have time to think about my situation, about my abduction, about the girls all frozen in their lockers, about the drop-dead gorgeous alien warrior I’m entrusting my life to.
I focus on my work, moving the earth with my own two hands. It’s empowering. I’m making a positive change.
When I’m done, hours have passed and the twin suns have set, and the dark sky is dotted with the small lights of distant stars. I look for any familiar constellations, but I can’t find any.
A blanket of thick darkness has covered the forest. I have forgotten how dark the night can truly be. On Earth there’s always light. From the skyscrapers, from the hovercars whizzing by, from the space station up in the sky. There’s not a place left on the surface that isn’t coated in perpetual light.
This place couldn’t be more different.
I close my eyes for a moment and let it sink in. The rustling of the grass, the chirping of nocturnal birds, the wind moving the trees, the twig breaking behind me… wait, what?
I whirl around, my heart leaping into my throat — but it’s only Turnon. He’s carrying two bowls.
“Eat,” he says as he hands one to me.
“Is it the purple fruit?” I ask, excited. My stomach rumbles at the mere thought of food. I’ve been working so hard I forgot to stop for dinner — now that’s something that’s never happened before.
“No, Tuka,” he answers cryptically.
I peer into the bowl and see a meaty broth. While it doesn’t look great, the smell is delicious, and my mouth waters instantly. I gratefully accept his offer and gulp the hot stuff down. It’s spicy and flavorful.
“What’s ‘Tuka’?”
Turnon nods at one of the dead tiger-like animals. Right. It makes me feel a little queasy, but I keep it down. On Earth I get most of my food straight from the replicator — I couldn’t be farther from a dead animal in the food chain.
Everything on this planet is so… raw. Dangerous, but also real. That includes the men, I think to myself as I glance at Turnon from the corner of my eyes.
His purple skin is hard to see in the darkness, but his beautiful, orange eyes twinkle in the light of the stars. I feel a little pulse down in my clit when I inadvertently think back to what he did the moment he saw me.
Tore my clothes off and dived headfirst between my legs.
Part of me wants to continue where we left off… but there’s more pressing matters to attend to.
“Shall we?” I ask when I’m finished with the meal.
Turnon nods. Together we lift Isto’s body from the ground, lower it into the grave, and cover it up. I pluck a few flowers and place them on the pet’s final resting spot.
“Thank you, Isto, for all you’ve done,” I say. “I hardly knew you, but you gave your life for me. I will never forget that.”
The Zoran kneels down in front of the grave and draws a symbol in the dirt with his fingers.
“Nice spot,” he says. “Isto liked it here.”
He stands up and shoots me a nod.
“Thank you.”
I grab his hand and squeeze it. “You’re welcome.”
We stand together for a moment in silence. I still feel guilty, but at least Turnon likes this tribute for his fallen friend.
8
TURNON
THE HUMAN’S soft hand feels right in mine. I squeeze it tightly, rubbing her palm with my thumb. Isto was my closest friend. My only friend.
The emptiness I’m feeling inside is endless, but the human’s presence eases some of the pain. I do not know what strange ritual she is performing, but I like the idea of my friend having an eternal resting spot close to the cave where we would play, wrestle and hunt.
A small breeze blows by, and Ava shivers. She’s covered in cold sweat and dirt — she worked for hours. I watched her from the cave to see if she’d give up, but she kept at it, never complaining, never stopping for a break, not stopping to eat.
The persistence of a warrior.
“Come,” I say as I guide her towards the cave. “Bath.”
She follows me inside. The cave where I’ve made my home is made out of many different tunnels and rooms that stretch out deep underground, and of them includes a hot spring.
Ava’s eyes go wide when we enter the room.
“Wow,” she says. “It’s beautiful!”
The water is so clear you can see the rocks on the bottom, and the heat rising from the depths gives the room a very agreeable temperature.
I slide my cloth off, and unwrap the furs covering Ava’s body. She freezes up at my touch, glancing up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers, a questioning look in her eyes.
“We can’t,” she whispers. “We have to talk about everything. There’s so many things I have to tell you…”
“Hush,” I say, as I step into the warm water and pull her in. “Watch out for rocks. Sharp.”
She surrenders her naked body to me and lets me pull her into the warm water. I wrap my arms around her soft waist and hold her tightly. Ava closes her eyes and rests her head on my shoulders.
I do not know what the arrival of the human means. Maker has answers — we set out tomorrow. Right now, all I want to do is enjoy her presence, the feeling of her warm, naked skin on mine, her breath on my chest…
9
AVA
I LET the alien warrior hold my naked body. I must be crazy, letting him strip me again, after he showed absolutely no restraint last time — but this time it’s different.
He’s not gripping my throat or pulling my hair like a caveman would. Turnon’s touch is firm but gentle. His fingers stroke the back of my neck, and I allow myself a moment of relaxation.
The water is warm and feels great on my tired, dirty skin. My muscles ache after the hours of hard labor, and a long bath in a natural hot spring is exactly what the doctor ordered.
I feel something poking my thigh, and I can’t help but glance do
wn. The water is crystal clear, so I can see every detail; every vein on Turnon’s hard, brightly-colored cock.
He’s being gentle, but that doesn’t make his cock any less hard. My cheeks turn the same color as his member — a fierce orange. He could take me if he wanted to, but he doesn’t, and his restraint only makes me want him more.
Damn it.
I have to keep a clear head and focus. I owe that to the girls. Their lives are in my hands.
“I need your help,” I say, doing my best to ignore the pulsing of the member against my thighs, and how it makes my clit throb with every beat of my heart. “I’m stranded here with my friends. We were abducted by aliens. They could return at any moment for us.”
His eyes light up. “More humans?”
A small pit of jealousy forms in my stomach. I don’t know why, but I want to be the only human he has eyes for. Not like I’m actually falling for the purple, broad-shouldered, sexy caveman… No way.
Even though he did save my life, and I am grateful for that, and we are all alone on this alien planet, and we only live once, and…
Damn. I am falling for him.
“Yes, there are more humans,” I answer. My hand slides down into the water and circles his massive manhood. “But this belongs to me alone.”
His orange eyes light up as I squeeze his cock. I couldn’t resist. My body is burning up, and feeling his cock pulse against my naked thigh without doing anything about it is sweet torture.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me close, covering my lips with his. His tongue slides into my mouth and circles mine, and the feeling is heavenly. He’s definitely done this before.
“You are mine,” he growls, his voice low and protective.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, Turnon, I am yours.”
Fuck it. I surrender. Before the Nezdek come and take me away I want to feel him inside of me. One last fuck, to get it out of my system.
His hands are all over me, touching, feeling, grabbing, squeezing. I love how weightless I feel in his hands — he can do everything he wants with me.
I straddle his hips. His hands move down my body, grabbing a firm hold of my ass. My hands are a blur as I stroke his cock, the water sloshing all around us as my hands travel up his immense size. I can feel every vein, every throb, every inch of him, and I love the feeling.
His hands slide between my legs, and I’m more than ready for him. A finger slides inside of me, and I moan wantonly into his mouth, fully embracing my animalistic urges. There’s something about Turnon that just makes my inner beast comes out.
He takes the hint and lifts my hips up. I place the head of his cock at my entrance, my heart beating in my throat. I’m nervous. I’ve never seen anything of his size before, let alone felt it inside of me, but I know my body is ready for him.
I gently ease myself down. The bulbous head spreads my wet lips apart, and I bite my bottom lip as he fills me. Pain and pleasure mix into a slow, heavenly burn as his big, alien cock slides into me, one inch at a time.
He leans forward and kisses me, nibbling my bottom lip, as our bodies become one. I’ve never felt anything like this; this instant, total connection, like our spirits are being fused together.
The alien warrior grabs a tight hold of my hips and effortlessly lifts me out of the water. He thrusts his hips and another inch enters me. I shut my eyes so hard I see stars while I moan out his name. I can feel every ridge, every bump, every inch of his being inside of me, and it’s otherworldly.
I’ve never had sex like this before.
He sinks his teeth into my shoulder like an animal and I cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure of his hardness inside of me, and he fucks me hard, rough and raw. I’m helpless as I bounce on his lap, my hands placed on his broad, naked chest, my fingers digging into his skin. I can feel the beat of his heart, and I’ve never felt closer to anyone than in this moment with this brutish alien warrior.
The sound of our lovemaking mixes with the splashing water and our moans echoing off the walls, coming together to create a beautiful and lewd orchestra.
I cry out his name as I feel his member swell inside of me, pushing me past the point of no return. I find myself coming on his cock, pure bliss spreading from my core to every fiber of my body, and every thrust of his powerful hips re-ignites another orgasm as I ride an endless wave of pleasure.
Turnon kisses me again, his tongue demanding my attention. I readily return his passionate kiss, and when I feel his cock explode inside of me, I throw my head back and cry out his name. The pulsing of his cock sends me tumbling headfirst over the edge into the strongest orgasm of my life, and all I see is stars as I feel his seed fill me, one burst after another.
I collapse on top of him, resting my head on his shoulder as his cock finishes depositing every drop of his seed inside of me.
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “That was amazing.”
He tilts my head up and kisses me gently, a smirk plastered on his beautiful face. With a dirty smile he flexes his still-hard cock, and a moan slips out of my mouth.
“You wifey,” he growls.
For once, I don’t have the energy to resist. The earth-shattering orgasms the alien warrior has just given me have sapped all of my resolve.
“Sure,” I sigh as I close my eyes. “Whatever you want. As long as you always keep doing what you’re doing.”
10
AVA
WHEN I WAKE up the next morning I feel completely revitalized. That long soak in the hot spring — and the hard pounding I’ve received there — have reinvigorated my tired body and downed spirit.
That sex was mind-blowing. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Hell, I didn’t know anything like that was even possible! It almost makes crash-landing here worth it.
I feel instantly guilty at that thought. There’s dozens of girls cryogenically frozen back in their claustrophobic pods, and here I am, enjoying all that alien warriors have to offer. Some leader I am.
A fur is covering my naked form. I roll over in the bed to find the other side empty and cold, and I feel a tinge of sadness at that fact.
I’m really starting to fall for Turnon, aren’t I?
I feel almost disappointed he hasn’t woken me up for a morning quickie. Every moment I spend in his arms is one I don’t have to worry about the Nezdek, about their scary drills, about Lord Erran wanting to cut my legs off.
Whenever I’m in Turnon’s arms, I feel happy. Safe. Protected. Sure, he doesn’t talk much. Yes, I don’t know if he understands me half the time. But I see in his eyes that he cares, and his actions speak for themselves.
The more time I spend with him, the more I’m starting to get used to living on this strange jungle planet. It’s only been, what, a day? Perhaps not even that?
Turnon lives like a king, with a forest in his backyard, a hot spring underneath his cave, no honking hovercars, no pollution, no phone constantly begging for your attention…
I’m sure there are some comforts I’m conveniently forgetting about now, like for instance, seeing my friends and family ever again, but I try to focus on the positives. I have to keep going, after all.
I stretch out and wait for Turnon to return and claim me again, but the caveman is nowhere to be seen. However, I do detect the smell of fried meat coming from the entrance, and my stomach orders me into action.
I crawl out of bed, wrap one of the furs around my body and head outside. It doesn’t cover much, but hey, we’re the only two souls out here. I find Turnon outside, where he’s created a small fire over which he’s roasting strips of meat. A dead animal lays by his side.
He already went out and hunted while I slept?
“Here,” he says as he hands me a bowl. It’s filled with juicy pieces of fruit, exactly the ones I asked for last night. He remembered!
“Thank you,” I say as I sit down on a rock and dig in.
The twin suns are rising, and the sky is colored a beautiful gold as they rise over the hillt
ops in the distance. The birds in the forest are chirping cheerfully, and for a brief moment, I can imagine I’m here on vacation, rather than stranded.
Little by little I’m allowing myself to be optimistic about my predicament. When I first crashed, I was afraid I’d die of hunger or thirst before the Nezdek would even find me, but this alien warrior is a fantastic provider.
“Turnon, may I ask where you got your name from?”
“Maker gave it to me,” he says.
I try to quiz the silent warrior some more, about his past, his tribe, and his life here on this planet, but he only replies in grunts. He cleans his knife and stares up at the sun every few minutes, as if he’s waiting for something.
“Can I take you to my crashed shuttle?” I ask. Perhaps if he sees it with his own two eyes, he’ll understand.
He shakes his head. “Must see Maker today.”
He wants me to meet his tribe. A shiver runs down my spine at that thought. We have a good thing going here — why jeopardize that by bringing more warriors into the mix?
I have no idea what to expect. Are they all like him? What’s his standing in the tribe? What if they decide they don’t like me, that they don’t trust me… or worse, that they all want me?
One Zoran warrior I can handle, but a whole tribe…
I wonder what Sarah would do. I miss my best friend. She always manages to put a smile on my face. She’d probably berate me for being so self-absorbed as to think a whole tribe of barbarians will go wild for my body, but…
That’s exactly what Turnon did.
I take a deep breath and push my shoulders back. Sarah managed to not only survive on the Nezdek homeworld, but escape as well, and free an enslaved alien race in the process. If my best friend can do that, I can surely survive out here in the jungle. I can find a way to send a distress call to Earth, or set an ambush for the Nezdek when they return.
With or without Turnon’s help.
“We’re going to the shuttle,” I say, trying to force as much confidence into my voice as I can, “and that’s final. I need to check on the girls.”