Warrior's Fate: Grahf of the Ezrok - SciFi Alien Romance (Bonus Book included!)

by Vivian Venus

  I came hard. I’m pretty sure I must’ve had the most depraved look on my face as I gasped for breath, my body shivering with ecstasy as the orgasm rocked me. I saw stars and bucked my hips wildly against Grahf’s face. I pushed him away and then came up on my knees in front of him. It was my turn to taste him.

  He knelt on the bed, his alien cock standing tall, bobbing slightly with the pulse of his blood. I felt tiny next to him, with this gigantic thing that seemed to be practically as big as my forearm. Looking up into his golden eyes, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was so big that I wasn’t sure how to start. I licked up the side of it, my tongue running up and down the ridges that lined it until I reached his crown, and then took a deep breath of his musk. My head swam, he smelled so good. How did he smell so fucking good?

  My mouth was practically watering when I went to suck him down, and he barely fit. Taking him in my mouth, all I could imagine was how Grahf’s ridged alien cock would feel inside my pussy. I wasn’t sure what would feel good to him, so I let my tongue glide all around the massive ridge of his crown.

  “Incredible,” he groaned, and he gripped my hair in his huge fist and guided my head back and forth on his cock.

  Good to know that he liked that. I did it again, this time letting my lips glide against him and he responded with another deep groan of pleasure. I let my fingers share the work, stroking his thick shaft like I was milking him. He bucked his hips and I had to do my best not to gag on his thickness, a drool of saliva running down my chin. God, I had no idea I could be this naughty.

  I looked up into Grahf’s golden eyes and I felt his cock twitch in my grasp. He seemed close, but I didn’t want to finish him like this. I wanted him inside me, I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to…

  The door chime nearly caused me to tumble off the bed in shock. I sat up, Grahf’s cock popping right out of my mouth. “Who’s that?” I asked, and a holo display appeared showing me the front door surveillance camera. “What are they doing here?”

  It was Jenny and Kenji. Kenji was smoking a cigarette on the steps, and Jenny stood at the front door, her hands on her hips. She reached out and hit the buzzer again.

  “Who are they?” Grahf asked.

  “My friends,” I said, sliding off the bed. Looked like we would have to finish this later. I pulled my clothes on as quickly as I could. Grahf pulled his pants back on – poor thing, he was probably aching for release – and followed. I put my palm on his chest, his gorgeous, chiseled chest, and stopped him. “Where is your shirt?” I asked.

  “In my shuttle,” he said.

  “Well, just wait here. Don’t come down.”

  Before he could respond I hurried downstairs to the front door. “What are you guys doing here?” I asked, opening the door.

  Jenny frowned. “What kind of greeting is that, huh?”

  “Hey, Case,” Kenji said, waving and exhaling a breath of smoke.

  I realized they were both dressed up like they were going for a night out. “Sorry,” I said. “Just wasn’t expecting you two.”

  “Well here we are,” Jenny said. “Put on something nice, Case. We're taking you out to The Orion’s Belt. They’re having a dance night tonight, remember?”

  “Oh, I don’t think I’m really…”

  “No arguing, Case. We just got done with harvest, what else could you be doing that—oh, hello…” Jenny’s eyes widened and Kenji dropped his cigarette. I turned around.

  “Warrior Grahf Van Diel,” Grahf said, bowing. He was standing at the base of the stairs, still shirtless.

  “Ohh,” Jenny said, grinning at me. “Damn, Case. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

  “It’s not…I…” I tried to come up with an excuse, but there was no point. I wasn’t going to lie.

  “C’mon honey,” Jenny said, beckoning to Grahf. “You can come too. Have you ever been to a bar before?”

  “I have not,” he answered.

  “Well, shit,” Kenji said. “It’ll be a double date.”

  I wanted to protest, tell him that they had the wrong idea, but it was hard to do that when Grahf and I had been at each other just minutes prior. Honestly, all I wanted to do at that moment was throw him back on the bed and discover what it was like to ride an Ezrok warrior, but Jenny had that look in her eye that said she wasn’t going to let me go easily.

  “C’mon, let’s go. Get dressed,” Jenny said.

  ***

  The Orion’s Belt was a smokey, grungy dive that was pretty much the closest place around that locals and people passing through could go for a drink and a decent meal – and that wasn’t saying much. We landed in Kenji’s shuttle and made our way up to the front, the place a lone standing building with walls tinged red from decades of being blasted by Mars’s red sands. The sign flickered, letters missing, and a group of space freighter pilots smoked cigarettes outside and made side glances at Grahf.

  Jenny found us a booth while Kenji went to the bar to buy a round. Grahf was too big to slide into the booth seat, so he pulled up a chair that seemed almost comically small for him. We hadn’t spoken a word to each other since the bedroom, and the event kept replaying over and over in my head. I squeezed my thighs together, peeking out of the corner of my eye at Grahf, certain that he could sense how aroused I still was. I could only imagine how he felt, having been denied his release, the poor guy.

  “So, Grahf,” Kenji said, coming back with four bottles of Mars Standard beer. “You ever have beer before?”

  “I have not,” he answered. “Alcohol does not affect my system in the way that it does humans. We Ezrok do not have alcohol, nor bars.”

  Kenji shrugged. “Maybe that’s why we got our ass kicked so hard in the war,” he laughed. “Here, try it.”

  Grahf gulped down half the bottle in one go. “This drink is delicious,” he said. “It tastes like sath.”

  “It is,” Kenji said. “Sath malt.”

  Grahf downed the rest of the bottle, slammed it on the table, and then bellowed to the bartender. “Another beer!” Half the bar stopped what they were doing and turned around and to see who the source of the thunderous voice was, and I could see some of them visibly disgusted with what they saw. I was reminded that many people still held grudges against the Ezrok for what happened during the war, even though it had happened two generations ago. Still, no one was going to stand up to tell an Ezrok warrior about human bar etiquette.

  The old bartender shuffled over to our booth and unloaded a tray of beer, another two rounds worth for all. “On the house,” he said.

  “We need to bring you around more often,” Kenji said after the man had left.

  The empty beer bottles accumulated at our table. Kenji’s face was red as he prodded Grahf for more stories about the Veldarian front lines. Jenny and I were both pleasantly buzzed, and she leaned and whispered in my ear.

  “So, how was he?”

  “Jenny!”

  “C’mon Case. I’m dying to know what an Ezrok is like in bed. How did it even happen?”

  “How do you even know anything happened?” I asked.

  “Case. I just know.” Now c’mon, spill it.”

  I sighed. “It was…out of nowhere, really. I just had this intense desire to be with him, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was—” I looked over my shoulder to make sure he and Kenji were still preoccupied. “I was masturbating in my room thinking about him, when all of sudden he just bursts in the door.”

  “No way,” Jenny said.

  “Yeah. I think he thought I was hurt or something, the way I was moaning his name.”

  “Oh, you’re dirty,” she laughed.

  “So he bursts in, takes one look at me spread open on the bed, and that was that.”

  “Damn.” She squirmed. “That’s making me horny. So what was he like?”

  “We didn’t do it.”

  “What? What happened?”

  “Well, we were getting to it…and then you and Kenji showed up.”
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br />   Jenny covered her mouth in surprise. “Oh my God, Case. I’m sorry,” she laughed.

  The lights in the bar dimmed down some. “Let’s get all the couples to the dance floor,” a voice said over the announcement system. “Let’s start the night off slow…” Some old time Earth jam that my grandfather would’ve listened to started to play.

  “Jenny,” Kenji said, holding out his hand. “Let’s dance, honey.”

  “You’re drunk,” she laughed as she placed her hand in his and slid out of the booth. “C’mon you two. They said all couples.”

  I looked over at Grahf for what felt like the first time that night. The spotlights from the dance floor shined over him, glinting off his shoulder so that I could see his handsome silhouette. He smiled at me, looking pretty damn sharp in his crisp Ezrok military uniform, and then stood. “It would be my honor if you shared a dance with me, Casey Pearce.” He bowed and extended a hand.

  I was blushing and so thankful that the bar lights were dimmed. “I didn’t know that Ezrok warriors knew how to dance,” I said.

  “It isn’t a skill that a common warrior would need,” he said. “But I’m not a common warrior.”

  My heart was pounding. “I don’t know how to dance.”

  “I will guide you.”

  I took Grahf’s hand, a little flustered that the alien warrior was apparently a dancer too. We moved to the dance floor, Grahf towering over me and everyone else, my hand feeling tiny in his huge palm. He circled his free hand around my waist and pulled me in close and began to guide me in step to the music. He moved elegantly, perfectly guiding me along in the dance.

  I felt people’s disapproving eyes following us, following me, and I knew exactly what they were thinking. Look at her. Betraying her kind. He’s an Ezrok.

  “People are watching,” I said.

  “Let them,” he answered, and he whirled me around and pulled me back into him, my cheek pressing up against the top of his abs. I took a breath and his delicious musk made my head spin.

  “I would never have expected you to be a dancer,” I told him. “You don’t really seem like the type.” I felt a little pang of jealousy, wondering what kind of other women across the galaxy Grahf had. There must’ve been countless others. He was an alpha male warrior after all, and apparently one who was a little more suave than I had thought.

  “When I was still a commander I was expected to entertain and mingle with some of the highest in Ezrokian royalty and command. The galas that were thrown then, they were spectacular, even so much that a simple warrior like myself was awed.”

  I was curious. There was nothing like that here on Mars, maybe in the big cities far away from the farms, but I’d never seen or experienced anything like that. “What were they like?”

  “The most grand was held on the Ezrok capital ship, Gel Hallen, the largest and most spectacular vessel ever constructed by Ezrokian hands. Single handedly defeated the Veldarian fleet at the battle of the Ez Nebulae. That particular gala was held to present the Ezrok honor badge to three warriors whose contributions had single handedly made a difference in the battles they fought. I was one of them, and the only one to receive the badge twice before.”

  “Wow,” I said, honestly impressed. “A war hero, huh?”

  “I did what I needed to do to bring honor and victory to the Ezrok. Nothing more, nothing less. The entire Ezrok aristocracy and command was there, including the warrior king himself. I even got to kiss his hand. At this particular event I must’ve danced with every highborn girl in attendance, every one of them wanting a turn. I never thought anything could be as exhausting as the battle.”

  I laughed. “A war hero and a ladies man. I’m learning all sorts of new things about you.”

  He smiled down at me, his golden eyes shimmering. “Not a single one of them was as stunning as you are,” he said. My heart nearly stopped. “I’m a master warrior, Casey. I’ve trained for decades to conquer my mind and body, to be unaffected by the allure of any female, and I’d succeeded my entire life... Until I met you.”

  The song reached its end. I could feel the other dancers slowly leaving the floor, walking past us, but I was lost in his gaze. He had to lean down and practically crouch to reach my lips. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled myself up to meet him. “Did I do that correctly?” he asked after we broke from the kiss.

  “Yes,” I laughed, “you did fine.”

  There was a commotion from the entrance of the bar, someone shouting. At first I thought it was just a drunk causing a scene, but then I realized I recognized the voice and when I turned to look my heart sank. “Oh no...What is he doing here?” It was Zyp, followed by three of his cronies. From the look on his face, he was drunk. He pointed at the two of us, a bottle of beer in his hand.

  “Fucking Ezzer glimmer-skin piece of shit,” he spat. “First you take our land, then you rape our women. We don’t want your kind here. Get the fuck out.”

  “You’re making a fool of yourself, Zyp,” I shouted. “Get out of here before you doing anything dumb.”

  “Shut the fuck up, whore. You’d rather take an Ezzer dick than be with your own kind, is that it?”

  “Enough,” Grahf boomed, his voice shaking the room. Whoever hadn’t already gone silent sure had now. “You will regret speaking to her that way.”

  “We should just leave,” I said to him, and he raised his hand to quiet me.

  “Oh yeah? I don’t think so. We’re gonna fuck you up, glimmer skin.”

  Kenji came over to Grahf’s side. “I’ve got your back,” he said.

  Grahf squeezed his shoulder. “I appreciate your offer, Kenji. But I will handle this on my own.”

  “Grahf,” I said, grabbing his hand. He turned to me.

  “This will be over in a moment.”

  He strode up to Zyp and his cronies, their necks craning to look up at him. The alcohol had made them stupid, and they weren’t at all intimidated by Grahf’s size. I could see the hate smoldering on all their faces.

  Zyp turned the bottle of beer upside down, emptying it all over Grahf’s boots. I balled my hands into fists, ready to storm up there and sock him right in the face, but Kenji put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me.

  “Turn around and leave now,” Grahf commanded.

  Zyp smirked. I screamed as he smashed the bottle against a table and plunged the jagged end into Grahf’s stomach.

  “No!” I shouted. People around the bar stood up and gasped.

  Zyp’s expression turned from smug to confused. Grahf stood stone faced to what had just happened, and then that's when I saw that the bottle had shattered harmlessly against his stomach. Zyp dropped the remainder of the bottle and reached into his pocket, and the glint of a knife blade flashed. He was too slow for him, the blade of the knife caught between Grahf’s thumb and forefinger. With a quick jerk the blade twisted around like it was made of aluminum foil, and he yanked it from Zyp’s hand and dropped it to the ground.

  Zyp howled in anger and made one last pathetic effort to kick Grahf between the legs, but he blocked the attack with a simple raise of his leg. The sound of Zyp’s shin colliding with Grahf’s sounded throughout the bar, a sickening crunch, and he fell to the floor screaming, holding his broken leg. “Get him out of here,” Grahf commanded Zyp’s friends, whose spirits had completely deflated, and they picked him up by his arms and dragged him out the door.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, running up to Grahf and touching his stomach where the bottle had struck him. His shirt was torn and his skin was scratched but not broken.

  “I’m fine,” he said. “Something like that wouldn’t hurt me.”

  “Maybe we should get out of here,” Kenji said. I looked around, and saw that the crowd wasn’t exactly celebrating Grahf’s victory. People looked frightened of him, even angry, and I realized that many of the people here probably silently shared the same hateful sentiments as Zyp.

  Chapter 8

  Grahf

  I
held Casey tightly against me, the two of us sitting in the back of Kenji’s transport shuttle as he drove us back to the farm. Her body was trembling softly, and despite the tough face she put on I could tell that she was shaken up by what had happened at the bar. I understood why Zyp hated me and my kind, the Ezrok command was vastly different at the time of the war, and the warriors who were stationed here were undisciplined and unruly and had done things that surely deserved the kind of hatred that survived through generations.