Alicron_Aliens Of Xeion

by Maia Starr

  Miranda was looking at me, then at Rangellis.

  “No. It is all right. We are asking a lot of the Zenkians. This is the least I can do for them. I am honored to see to your soldier’s injury,” she said to Rangellis. Then she turned to the humans. “Just go. I will be fine. I will find you later.”

  The men looked at each other and then reluctantly followed Rangellis down the field toward the city. Miranda looked at me.

  “So, Evlon, where do your soldiers see to injuries?” she said nervously.

  “I will show you. Follow me,” I said leading her in the opposite direction. She followed me closely. My thigh was not hurting at all, but this was all part of the game, and it was going to be an enormous amount of fun. I was grinning a big grin, preparing myself for what I was about to show her.

  “Is it far?” she asked.

  “No, it is just inside this complex. There is an area for injured soldiers from the war games and areas for us to warm up our bodies and prepare. This is separate from the entire medical complex in the city for general use. This place inside is only for the war games,” I said.

  “Hmm, it is just like a football stadium. Do you have cheerleaders too?” she laughed.

  “What? What is that?” I said looking at her.

  “Nothing. Please lead the way,” she said. I arched a brow as I looked over at her. As she walked, her tits bounced in her space suit. I wanted to put my mouth on them. All in good time Evlon, I said to myself.

  Chapter 4

  Miranda

  I had treated many soldiers before on Earth. I had given them massages and ice baths; it was no problem. But this was different. I was about to be alone with this brute alien that had been hostile toward humans and Earth. I had just watched him be ruthless in the war games and it both scared and excited me. Now I was supposed to treat his injury in order to establish trust. I had to do it. The entire mission depended on it.

  But the way Evlon had looked at me on the field had me feeling very nervous. Maybe it was all in my head, but it seemed like he was flirting with me, an alien flirtation. Was it possible? I knew that they took human females from Earth and enslaved them. It was wrong, and one of the main reasons that I was there, to stop that. But were they also taking them to bed? It was possible, and it was possible it was why he had looked at me the way he had, because he knew what it was like to be inside a human female.

  We quietly walked into the lower levels of the war game complex, which were comprised of different rooms.

  “Why don't you tell me what is bothering you?” I said, finally breaking the silence as I followed him into what looked like a physical therapy area. There were bathtubs lined against the wall and several exam tables. I could not read the writing on all the gadgets, but it all seemed familiar.

  “Here,” he rubbed the inside of his right thigh. I swallowed hard. He looked at me with a grin. “Are you familiar with this area. The muscles here in the thigh?” he asked.

  “Yes, we call it a groin muscle,” I said rapidly as I realized I was going to have to massage his groin. “Do you have a cold bath? Ice? Or very cold water,” I said.

  “Yes, I know what ice is on Earth. Here we use this. It comes out just as cold,” he pointed to the spout over the tub.

  “Good then fill the tub with very cold water,” I said.

  He grinned and turned the spout. I looked around the room trying to get familiar with it. I noticed folded cloths stacked on top of each other. I grabbed one so that he could wrap it around his waist.

  “Get out of that uniform and wrap this around your waist,” I said holding it out to him.

  He grinned and began to undress. “Why do I need to do that?”

  “Well, it’s just because…” but there was no point. He slid off his boots and the uniform and stood in front of me naked.

  I gasped.

  “Yes, that is the reaction you should have, human female,” he said arrogantly. I looked directly at his cock. He was exactly like a human man but much bigger. His cock was hard and stood straight up toward his belly. His hard six pack abs were toned and muscular. His broad shoulders and hard pecks were perfect. He was the perfect specimen of an alien soldier with smooth red skin.

  “Um…I think it should be ready now. If you want to get in,” I said turning my back to him.

  He laughed. I heard the water turn off and then the splashing as he got in. I was glad that he was submerged now and I would not have to look at the lower half of him. I went to a table near the exam table and looked at what was on it.

  “So, you should only be in there for about six minutes or so, or at least a human would. I don’t know the hypothermic level of a Zenkian, but just to be safe. It is enough time to calm the inflammation,” I said not looking at him.

  “I will set it for six minutes,” he said. I looked up to see him pressing a panel on the side of the tub. He was setting a timer. That was easy enough.

  “I think this is rubbing oil?” I said holding up a bottle.

  “Yes precisely,” he said. I took off the lid and smelled it. It was a delicious fragrance of flowers of some kind.

  “Miranda,” Evlon said. I looked at him. He was laying back in the tub casually. His broad shoulders and muscular arms caught my attention.

  “Yes, Evlon? Are you feeling all right? Is it too cold? Do you need to get out?” I asked.

  “No, I have stamina for harsh conditions,” he said. “This it is perfect. I just have a question for you,” he grinned. It only made me more nervous.

  “All right, Evlon. I’m listening,” I said.

  “Why are you doing this? Why did you choose this profession? Why would a human female like you want to deal with aliens like me?” he smiled.

  “That is not what I expected. That is a very serious question. I don't have a straight answer. I like doing what I do, and I have always had an interest in space. I think I would get very bored if I did something else,” I said surprised by his probing question.

  “That is a good honest answer, but what I think you really mean to say that you find us fascinating. You find me fascinating,” he said.

  He was arrogant. I wasn’t going to give in to whatever game he was playing. “What about you, Evlon? Why do you do this? You are out there fighting in that war game. You participate in raids on Earth. Why?”

  “Because I fucking love it, that’s why,” he said arrogantly again.

  “That is an honest answer, I guess. I was looking for something a little deeper, but I would not expect that from you,” I said. Now it was my turn to be arrogant. His face fell from a grin to a snarl. He didn’t like it. I suddenly realized that I was teasing a brute alien that thought violence was fun, and I was all alone. It was a stupid mistake.

  Ding! The timer went off. He was still looking at me.

  “You can get out now,” I said. He was pissed. He braced himself on the tub edges and hoisted his wet naked body up. I quickly turned and began to grab the oil and other items on the side table next to the table in order to occupy myself.

  “Just dry off, Evlon. Then come and lay on this exam table,” I said nervously.

  My breathing grew rapid as I imagined the water dripping off of this firm and toned body alien. He was angry, and it turned me on a little. I felt a little ashamed by that.

  I could feel his body moving next to me. I inhaled and could smell his masculinity. He moved on to the table. “I am ready, Miranda.”

  I turned around to him. He was completely naked again on the table dripping wet.

  “Oh my god,” I said.

  “Yes, I am your god,” he said arrogantly again.

  I sighed as I went to the wall and grabbed a dry cloth. “Let me drape this on you,” I quickly said. I looked straight at the wall. I slowly laid it over his crotch. I knew that he was doing this on purpose. He was trying to make this very difficult for me.

  “Okay, so now I would massage the injury. This will help it heal and get the blood flow back in,” I grabbed
the oil and poured it into my hands.

  “I can’t wait,” he said.

  I sighed. I was annoyed with his arrogance. It was frustrating. I rubbed my hands together with the oil. I looked down at him. He was laid out in front of me. Drips of water were beading off his smooth red skin. Six-pack abs moved up and down with his breathing. Strong legs were long and toned, exactly how a soldier should look. I needed to stop ogling his body and get to work.

  “Tell me if I am using too much pressure. I don't want to hurt you more,” I said, stalling. Putting my hand on his inner thigh was not something I wanted to do, but I had to. Why did his injury have to be so damn close to his large cock?

  “You could never hurt me, Miranda. You are too small and fragile,” he said. His voice was husky and low. I looked at him, and his eyes were closed. I took a deep breath and lay both of my hands on the inside of his right thigh.

  “Mmm, human female, your hands feel very warm. It is good after being in the cold,” he moaned.

  The way he moaned out the words caught me off guard. It was sexy. Almost like he was fucking. I pretended not to notice.

  I moved my fingers massaging as low as I could near his knee. I had to focus. I tried to think of him in an anatomical medical way.

  “Is that too much pressure?” I asked.

  “No, you can do it harder. But the real injury I feel is higher,” he said.

  “Oh, okay,” I swallowed. “Here?” I moved my hands up higher on his inner right thigh. I was looking the cloth that was barely draped over his cock.

  “Higher, Miranda,” he with whispered. I moved a little bit higher, afraid to go any higher than that.

  “What about here?”

  “No, higher.”

  “Is it right here?”

  “Yes, that is it. Right there,” he said.

  My hands were practically under the cloth as I massaged his groin slowly, and as I looked, I noticed movement in the cloth. Damn it. His cock was growing hard. I bit my lower lip as I watched the outline of his alien cock become larger under the cloth. It distracted me, and before I knew it, I was massaging harder and higher. Then the back of my hand brushed against his large balls under the cloth. I pulled my hands away.

  “Crap, I am so sorry,” I said ashamed.

  “Miranda, it is fine. Do not be alarmed. It will happen when dealing with this area. At least you are a female. It is usually a male Zenkian that massages our injuries,” he laughed as he looked at me with that dashing grin and his amber brown eyes.

  I couldn’t help it, and I burst out laughing. It was such a strange moment to have with this beast.

  “It is good to see a smile on your face. Please continue,” he said.

  I put my hands back on his thigh, but lower, and continued.

  Moans escaped his mouth every now and then, and it made me think about how it would sound to have sex with him. Was he doing it on purpose? I became very aroused listening to his moans, but I was fighting it. It was unprofessional for me to be doing this in the first place, but now I was thinking about sex with this alien. It was the opposite of what this mission was for. It was very bad, but why did it feel like it would be so damn good to let him touch me back?

  “Miranda,” he moaned my name.

  “Yes, Evlon?” I whispered.

  “Are you seeing anyone?” he asked.

  “What?” I was so surprised by his human-like question. A loud commotion echoed down the hall of the war game complex, and I realized it was the soldiers coming in off the field. We would not be alone anymore, and I was glad for it. I poured oil in my hand and massaged him lower. This was the most awkward mission I had ever had, and it was only just beginning.

  I didn’t know what to think of what was going on here. This was not at all what I expected. I expected to land and go straight into meetings with the Zenkian Waysaw leaders to discuss how a peace accord could be possible. I did not expect to achieve peace right then and there, but to open a dialogue about it. Yet here I was, massaging an alien soldier’s injury simply because I had a medical background. They must have great intel on us to know that about me. I wondered what else they knew.

  “Are you all right, Miranda?” Evlon asked as he tucked his chin into his chest and looked at me.

  “Yes, fine. I am almost done here,” I said.

  Chapter 5

  Evlon

  A few hours after the human female Miranda massaged my thigh, I led her to her team in a designated apartment we had set up for them in a high city tower. She was two floors below my own home in the tower. I sat on the outdoor area of my home overlooking the city. I could not get her out of my mind. She was sexy as hell and I enjoyed her fondling of my leg very much. If the rest of the war game soldiers had not come in when they did, I would have taken her. I had been so hard that I thought I would explode.

  She and her team were resting, but soon I would grab them to lead them to the feast. It was all part of Rangellis’ plan that he was keeping close to his chest. I was intrigued by it. Would he kill all of them? Or would he use them to send a message to Earth that we did not negotiate peace?

  I sat on my outdoor balcony area of my dwelling. I had a drink in my hand, resting. War games practice took a lot out of me, but being with Miranda, in her seductive presence, made me feel wide awake. I was eager to see her again.

  It was a very unusual encounter as far as my encounters with human females went. It was more than I expected. I liked closing my eyes and replaying it in my mind. I could still feel her hands on my thigh, kneading it. I could still feel the tingling sensation of her brushing against my balls.

  I could imagine her shyly turning away when I was nude before getting in the plunge bath. I found that attractive. I was used to females hurling themselves at me, and although Miranda professionally could not do that, it was obvious to me that if we were in another situation, her reaction would be the same. I found her bashfulness to be very stimulating.

  So, as she fondled my right thigh, I felt myself grow rigid, simply because I knew it was uncomfortable and erotic for her. It was a new feeling for me. She was also very skilled with her hands. While she was massaging my thigh, I thought about those skilled fingers massaging my hard staff. It made me grow stiffer and stiffer. I also understood that if the soldiers had not come in off the field, I would have tried to take her on that table.

  She was just so timid, and inexperienced in erotica, and I wanted to show her the Zenkian way of things.

  While I was picturing teaching her things, my communication wall beeped.

  “Shit,” I said realizing it was my Leader Rangellis. I answered it. “Leader Rangellis!”

  “How is my star soldier?” Leader Rangellis asked.

  “Good, I am good. The human did wonders on my leg,” I said.

  “That is good to hear. It will keep her busy and make her think she is being useful. I am sure that she also thinks she is learning information that she can take back to Earth.”

  “Yes, sir, Leader Rangellis,” I replied already knowing this.

  “I need you to take care of that leg and win the next war games. Break that record,” he said. I was confident in my skills, and I knew that I would break that record, but hearing Leader Rangellis say it over and over again was frustrating.

  “I won't let you down, Leader Rangellis,” I said.

  “Good, that is what I like to hear from my soldiers. When you are ready, bring the humans to the feast,” he said.

  “Yes, sir,” I said. Then he hung up.

  I was left feeling annoyed by his constant mention of the record. I did not need to hear it. I was the one that would break it, not him. Leader Rangellis was not much a soldier, but he was smart and conniving, and that was how he became a leader. I knew that if I were ever up against him on the field, he wouldn’t last a second.

  Why was he so very concerned about breaking that record? It was just the war games, not a real battle. I wanted to shatter that fucking record badly, for myself.
It was my win, not his.

  I moved to my sleeping room and changed into my feast uniform. Tonight was going to be special, not because we had human guests, but because I was going to have some more fun with Miranda. I pulled on the black soldier uniform. I ran my fingers through my chaos of black hair. I was irresistible to all females, and I knew that Miranda would be no different. She would be begging me to fuck her soon enough. But I had to make it sooner, judging by Rangellis and his secret plans for the humans. Once he made his secret known, she would not trust any of us. So I had a very small window to enjoy the fruit of this human female, and enjoy it I would.

  I stood in front of my communication wall again and summoned the guard outside the humans’ dwellings.