by Jenny Foster
Zavir crossed the threshold and, pointing with his hand, he invited Sally to follow him. Her stomach was starting to do flips, but she followed him into the room. There were only a few lamps on the walls, casting a warm glow around them. Her first impression was of colorful pillows, a soft rug into which she sank nearly ankle-deep, and an intense heat. Zavir was already pulling his tight jacket off and putting it on a chair.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Water,” Sally croaked, and wiped her forehead. She watched him pour a glass from a pitcher and took it from him, hesitating. She tried to sniff at it inconspicuously, but, of course, he noticed. Zavir gave her a tight-lipped smile, and sank elegantly to the floor, instead of sitting on the sofa. He crossed his legs, Indian-style, and leaned casually back on the couch.
“You don’t have to worry about drinking it,” he commented on her hesitation. “The water is not poisoned.”
Sally sipped carefully at the water. “Maybe there is no poison in there, but a sedative?” Right when she said that, she felt ridiculous. Indeed, he had enough charisma for three men, and surely didn’t have to depend on sedating the woman of his choice – he would just turn on the charm. Surely, he had some. Sally shivered when she realized what she had been thinking. The woman of his choice – that was she! Embarrassed by her thoughts, she looked around for a place to sit that was as far away from him as possible, but couldn’t find anything.
He raised his head, brushed his hair from his forehead and looked directly at Sally. “You are here of your own free will. I paid for your company,” he emphasized the word in a way that made her blush. “Why would I poison you or even sedate you?”
Sally took another sip, and finally put the glass on the low table. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “So you … can sleep with me?”
He threw his head back and laughed.
His broad chest heaved. “You really are strange,” he said when his amusement finally subsided. “Look at me, Sally Smith. And this time, look closely.” Zavir jumped up with one smooth move and closed the distance between them with one leap. “Do I look like I would need to sedate a woman so she would give herself to me?” He stretched his arms out and turned slowly in a circle. He was so tall that his outstretched arms went over her head.
When she stepped back, it was only to remind him that a great body wasn’t everything. Or a seductive scent. The mix of charisma and physical strength was incredibly appealing, even to Sally, who had come on board with a completely different intent than giving herself to him.
“I still remember your first visit to Earth very clearly,” she replied. “You abducted women and forced them to go with you. I don’t know why you have chosen a different method now, but I can’t forget that.”
Zavir lowered his arms. “That is in the past,” he growled and stared at her from above. “In the meantime, several things have changed on our planet. But it doesn’t hurt to remind you humans, from time to time, that we are superior to you in every way.”
He reached for Sally’s hand and pulled her to him so quickly that she didn’t have time to defend herself. One second she was standing in the middle of the room, and the next she was sitting in his lap. Zavir loosely laid his hands around her waist and started to caress her hips with his thumbs. His touch was determined, and every caress excited her just a little more, which was obviously his intention.
“I … need more time,” she croaked and, at the last second, reminded herself that she had a job to do. Somehow, she needed to try to delay this. If she refused to sleep with him, flat out, his suspicion would be aroused.
“We have all the time in the world,” Zavir agreed with her calmly. “Three months until we arrive on Zevkoria. But tell me one thing,” he lowered his head to the bend in her neck and breathed in the aroma of her, “Why are you so contrary and nervous? You knew what you were getting yourself into when you signed the contract. You also received what you asked for, in return for your willingness to come with us.” His tongue tickled the sensitive spot behind her ear.
Sally sat on his lap as stiffly as she could. Her body was responding to his touch, but differently from what she had intended. Her hands had taken on a life of their own and had gone around his neck.
In theory, her plan had been so wonderful. In reality, it turned out to be astonishingly difficult to keep her lust under control.
“I am … it has been a long time, since I have been with a man,” Sally improvised. She couldn’t see his face, but she felt his mouth move against her skin, and knew that he was smiling. “Anyway, things aren’t quite so simple with us women from Earth. We want to be courted. You have to conquer me, show me how much you desire me.”
His answer consisted of grabbing her, spreading her legs and placing her on his lap, just right, so she could feel exactly what she had just asked for. If the size of his erection was a sign of desire, then Zavir was crazy about her. Her body heat started to gather at her middle, and then started to wander downwards. Zavir’s hands were on her round ass and were moving her back and forth rhythmically.
“You can tell me to stop anytime,” he offered. His voice had taken on a raw undertone and his pupils had turned into slits again. Despite these strange characteristics, he was a very handsome man – but above all, he was a man who had absolute control of his body. His body moved in sync with hers, and the only thing that showed her how much he was enjoying this game, was that his chest was rising and falling more quickly. Sally knew that she was getting wet. She could practically feel her panties dripping with moisture. It took all her willpower to put her hands on his chest and to say the word. Her “stop” came out weakly, but Zavir took his hands off her immediately and stopped moving.
“As you like,” he growled.
Under the thin fabric of his shirt, Sally could feel something moving on his skin. Without knowing it, she lowered her eyes and pressed her hands against his muscles, searching. Through the gap in his shirt, she could see that his skin was covered in scales, now. They shimmered, light-blue, but their tips were of a gold color. They rustled softly when she put a fingertip on one of them. “Oh,” she said delighted and forgot for a moment that she didn’t really like reptiles and should be disgusted by him and the animal that he carried inside him.
Now it was Zavir who sat up. From his throat came a half snarl, half growl, and it told Sally without a doubt that she had gone too far. Ah, if only she could have just one of those scales! That would be even better than a blood or saliva sample. With a scale, she would have the genetic information about his species, and she would have the information the scientists could use to improve the armor, also. Zavir and his men were considered to be invulnerable, because most weapons just bounced off their scaly skin without effect. The only way to injure an alien-dragon shifter was to act quickly.
You had to be fast enough to get to them before the transformation – only then would you have a chance.
Zavir tilted his head and caressed Sally’s cheek with his fingers. Suddenly, as if he had been burned, he pulled his fingers back and stood up. It happened so quickly that Sally could find nothing to hold on to, and landed roughly on the floor.
“I will give you one night,” he said, looking down at her from his imposing height. “You will spend one night in my bed with me. If, after that, you still want to back out of the contract, I will send back to your miserable home, via the quickest route.”
He turned his back to her and went to a door that Sally had not noticed earlier. Before he went into the adjoining room, he turned and stared at her with an unreadable expression. Sally grew cold, and then hot. He radiated power, which she could barely pull herself away from – and, as she realized with a shiver, more and more, she didn’t want to.
Chapter 3
One Night
It didn’t take long for Sally to reach a decision, or at least, that is what it felt like to her. In reality, a whole hour or more may have passed. She had no idea.
/> “Take a deep breath,” she told herself and stood up. Her legs felt like Jell-O, and taking the few steps to the door of the bathroom were the most difficult ones she had ever taken. Her mother’s face came to her in her thoughts. She needed to complete this mission. The secret service had promised her that her mother would be allowed to live, if she returned successfully. They would take her out of the home that the dragon shifters were paying for now, and she would be able to live with Sally again. That was all that mattered.
She remembered what the liaison officer had told her. She could send for her mother, if she fulfilled the contract and gave birth to one or two children. She could feel her heart start to race as this thought took hold. If she failed; if she couldn’t manage to get the dragon scale, she still had the option of becoming Zavir Tharok’s obedient catalog bride.
She had hesitated too long to join him in the bathroom. The door opened and he came out. The only thing preventing her from seeing a completely naked dragon shifter was a thin hand towel wrapped around his waist. Without looking at her, Zavir brushed by her and pushed a button in the wall.
Sally was already closing the bathroom door behind her, but she pulled it open a little and peered through the crack. A quiet squeaking and whirring was coming from a trapdoor that was opening in the floor. Table, chairs and couch disappeared, and the trapdoor closed again. A huge double bed came out of the floor. It took up almost a third of the room and stood exactly in the center. Sally almost smiled. A bed that was big enough for a dragon shifter to roll around in, with two women. This was so close to the impression that she had formed of him, in the short time since she had met him, it almost made her laugh.
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When Sally came out of the bathroom, she felt much more confident. Coming straight from the shower, the dragon world already seemed much less scary. Unfortunately, the man, who was at the center of this world, was still just as attractive and terrifying as in the beginning. But, at least, she had a plan that she intended to put into action. She would have sex with Zavir, and during his climax, when, hopefully, he wouldn’t notice the quick pain, she would steal one of his scales. Then Sally would wait until he had fallen asleep and find her way to the space capsules. She knew the ship’s plans by heart and knew which way she needed to go. If the scanner was made, even basically, the same way as the ones on Earth were, she could take it out of commission using pure violence. Then she would hot-wire a capsule and once she was underway, it wouldn’t be long until Captain Jack came to rescue her. He had promised to follow the alien space ship at a discreet distance. Surely, he would notice when a small capsule crossed his flight path.
That was the theory.
She took a deep breath and braced herself. Zavir was stretched out on his back in bed. The light from a single lamp fell on his face, and in the soft light, he didn’t seem so tough and merciless, anymore. His eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell regularly under the thin blanket. It stung Sally that he had just fallen asleep while she, nervous and a little scared, had been unable to do anything other than think about him. Quickly, and before she could change her mind, she crawled under the covers next to him. Now what? Here she was, naked and ready to sacrifice herself to the dragon, for the sake of the matter, and the man was sleeping!
Since he was out, she could at least get a better look at him. She had no idea if a dragon shifter’s genitals were shaped differently from a human man’s. Maybe it even resembled the tail of animals she was familiar with from books, and had a sharp tip or had spikes that would hurt when he entered her.
It was time to turn her head off and let her body take over. “Body, take over,” she whispered, imitating old police TV shows she had loved to watch as a child. This almost made her giggle hysterically. Sally threw her hand over her mouth and forced herself to calm down. Then she reached out her hand and pulled the blanket off his body, inch by inch.
Lord have mercy! Being able to see him this up close, she realized that he wasn’t just handsome, he was darn near breathtaking. From his broad, muscular chest and his defined abs, to his narrow hips and … Sally gulped. Either he wasn’t sleeping, or he was having a very pleasant dream, because his cock was bulging and hard. It was lying like an arrow on his stomach and was larger than any human genitals she had ever seen. How would she be able to take him?
Curious, Sally leaned closer over his middle. His manhood was covered with scales, just like his skin, but they looked different from the ones on his chest or arms. They were bigger and thicker, and, thank the Gods, not at all sharp. She brought her hand closer to his cock, and could feel the heat rising from it. Suddenly it twitched, as if it wanted her to finally touch it. Sally began to tingle. Against all expectations, it was arousing to look at him, and to imagine the things she was going to do with him. She had thought she would have to get herself ready by artificial means, or with the help of technical aids, but the longer she looked at Zavir, the wetter she got.
Fine. She climbed over him carefully. Her legs were spread on either side of his. She moved her hips forward until the tip of his manhood was lying against her pussy lips. A small nudge, and the tip spread the two soft folds. Sally supported herself with her hands against his ribcage, gently, just to keep her balance and slid down a little, to take him in deeper. A little more … she moaned softly. His cock was thick, but it didn’t hurt. Quite the opposite. She moved her hips a little faster, until his manhood brushed against her clit. The combination of his heat and how hard he was, was so arousing, that she could barely hold back. Bravely, she moved down even more, and finally, he was inside her all the way. Sally sat up tall and arched her back, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock filling her completely. She looked down at her hands, on his scaly chest, and flinched. His member inside her was … bigger. What was going on? It felt incredible, but it was also strange, almost as if his cock were alive. It must be the scales getting bigger and moving gently! She stopped, even if it took effort, so she could savor the strange and intoxicating feeling it gave her. Her eyes fell on his face. He was looking at her, his slit-shaped pupils burning into hers, and … with one jerk, and without sliding out of her, he flipped Sally onto her back.
Zavir grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head. He held her down with one hand and supported himself on the bed with his other. He slid out of her and then back in, brushing against her clit every time, until she thought she would explode with lust.
“Let go of me,” she begged him. “I want to touch you. I want to feel you. Please.”
He let go of her hands immediately. Sally threw her arms around his shoulders and arched her back. Two, three more thrusts and she would explode. She raised her head and bit into his shoulder, tasting salt and something that she could only associate with him. A growl came from his throat and he whispered in her ear, “Come Sally. Come for me.” She did. Her climax was so intense that she thought she would have passed out, if the waves hadn’t subsided slowly.
She felt him come inside her.
Her fingers ran up and down the sharp edged ridge of scales that had risen on his back. His semen was hot, and like a resonating tone, a second, completely unexpected climax flooded her exhausted body.
“Now tell me again that you want me,” Zavir whispered. He was still lying on top of her, and his sperm was running down her thigh, warm and sticky.
“Come with me to my home planet. What do you have to lose?” She remained silent and closed her eyes. Without that afterthought, his first few words after their lovemaking might have sounded like boasting. Why did he have to be such a great lover, and then choose this moment to show his softer side? She hated herself at that moment, but she hated the little thing hidden in her fist even more. When she didn’t say anything, Zavir rolled off her, turned his back to her and fell asleep without a word.
She opened her cramped fingers carefully. One of his scales was stuck to her sweaty palm, light blue with a golden tip.
She had done it. She slid out of bed quietly a
nd got dressed. She stashed her bounty in her bra, close to her heart, but then changed her mind. The small little thing was still warm and reminded her of Zavir’s body that had played so artfully with hers.
He was … she swallowed and put the scale in the pocket of her pants. He had been nice to her, and even a little more than that. And how was she thanking him? By going behind his back and betraying him. Sure, she and the other women were not used to being “bought” and to offering their bodies in exchange, but he had not lied to her. He had put all the cards on the table. Maybe it was possible, after all, that a good, maybe even a happy, future awaited her and the other women? The sex had been good, excellent even, and it would be all too easy to fall in love with Zavir.
He was different from the men she knew.
Now, as she felt her way through the ship towards the hangar, she wondered if that wasn’t good. The dragon shifters had one goal, and that was the survival of their species. The humans, on the other hand … she sighed. They had sent her to steal his DNA, but Sally had no illusions about its intended use. Earth’s scientists were trying to develop a stronger, more defensive race. In the end, they would definitely not be satisfied with staying on Earth. Resources were too scarce and the population too large. Raids and conquests would follow, maybe not in her lifetime, but presumably in the next generation. A vicious circle of war and exploitation would start.
She turned left, thankful for the soft soles on her shoes. They didn’t make a single sound on the hard floor. Involuntarily, she compared the hard floor to the rug in Zavir’s quarters. It was just a small leap from there to the dragon shifter. Why couldn’t she just get him out of her thoughts, before he settled in her heart? Sally imagined what his face would look like when he discovered her betrayal.