The Zoran's Mate (Scifi Alien Romance) (Barbarian Brides) Page 3

  Oh crap.

  The beast looks like a cross between a bear and a dog — only with horns. Its red, menacing eyes are looking right at me as it licks its sharp fangs.

  Crap crap crap.

  “Easy, boy,” I say.

  The beast growls and snaps at me. I know how to take a hint — it doesn’t like to be talked to. I take a step back, as that’s the only direction I can go, but for every step back I take, the beast takes one forward.

  My heart is beating like a war drum, my eyes wide as I look for a way out, but I don’t see any. The light around us dims as we head deeper into the cave, yet I can still see the beast’s red eyes, as if they were glowing.

  I bump my back into a massive, hard wall.

  End of the line.

  Fuck. Devoured by an alien bear-dog. Not the way I wanted to go.

  “Down!”

  Every fiber of my being jumps up in surprise when I hear a loud, thundering voice — coming from right behind me.

  The wild animal sits down obediently on its hind legs, its tongue hanging out of its large mouth.

  I whirl around, and it takes my brain more than few seconds to process what I’m looking at.

  I hadn’t backed my way into the wall. My barely clothed body was pressed right against a Zoran warrior! Only he’s unlike any Zoran I’ve ever seen. His skin is purple, like amethyst, and the only thing covering his imposingly tall and broad frame is a loincloth draped loosely around his fine waist.

  Which means that the thing I just bumped into wasn’t a jutted out rock, but his…

  I tear my eyes away from the impressive bulge in his loincloth, my eyes traveling up his sculpted, purple frame. He’s big in every sense of the word. His eyes, a breathtaking orange, are studying my features. He frowns at me, and it’s the sexiest damn frown I’ve ever seen.

  Questions flood my mind as I try to make sense of it all.

  What’s a Zoran doing on this uninhabited planet? Why is he only wearing a loincloth like some barbarian? Why is he looking at me like that?

  And, most importantly…

  Am I saved… or in even more trouble?

  6

  TURNON

  THE CURVY alien looks at me with her eyes opened wide. She is shivering, and her mouth hangs open in shock.

  I recognize her kind from the vids. I believe she is human.

  Did she come from the sky? I heard a rumbling and saw a strange block up in the air, falling down towards the ground. Was she sent by the creators?

  “Human?” I say.

  She nods, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s wearing a strange cloth, which barely covers her beautiful, pale skin.

  A feeling unlike any other takes ahold of me as I look at her. My chest feels like it’s swelling, and my stomach is filled with butterflies. My heart is racing, and I feel myself grow as hard as a rock.

  My mate!

  An entire life spent in solitude, and now the creators have blessed me with a mate. And not just anyone, but a strikingly beautiful human female. She has fallen from the sky. A gift from above.

  The undeniable, primal urge to mate with her right on the cave floor takes a hold of me.

  I must have her, and what I want, I take.

  “W-who are you?” she stammers. “W-where are we? Can you help us? We crashed, after the Nezdek took us, and we could really use your help. The others are…”

  Too many questions. Too many words. I am not used to talking.

  “Quiet.”

  I take a few steps closer. I must inspect her first. I’ve never seen a creature like her before; so beautiful, so soft, so curvy — so many fine, delicate features. She backs away, but freezes when she backs herself into my dog’s snout. The only thing she fears more than me is my pet.

  I stand so close my chest is pressed up right against her. I run my fingers through her hair — so dark yet so soft. It smells like fresh fruit. Sweet.

  She trembles underneath of me, her eyes wide and filled with terror.

  “Calm,” I growl.

  My words do not have the desired effect, for she only trembles more.

  As I drink in her scent, my cock hardens even more. It presses through my cloth, the bulge pressing right against her soft skin. I can hear the thump of her heart as she glances down, and the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils.

  She is ready.

  Without warning I grab her waist and lift her up, throwing her over my shoulder. She yelps and screams, hitting my back with her small fists.

  Her gown falls open, exposing her long, naked legs, and her curvy cheeks to me. I grab a handful, my fingers sinking into her soft skin, and my cock throbs approvingly.

  “Put me down!” she screams. “Put me down this instant, you brute!”

  I carry her into my cave. After several yards of darkness, light filters in again through small gaps in the cave’s ceiling. I sit down on a rock I use as a chair and place the human back on her feet.

  Her face is as red as the sun.

  “What’s wrong with you?!” she says. “You can’t do… whatever this is!”

  I grab her gown with one fist and tear it from her body. Her eyes widen, as if she can’t believe what I just did, before she slaps me right across the face.

  The small tap barely registers.

  Her hands then move to cover up her naked body, yet she can barely contain her large breasts underneath her hands.

  “No,” I say.

  I grab her wrists and pull them to the side. I want to see her breasts, her pink, puffy nipples. They are beautiful. Sexy. Mesmerizing.

  She wiggles free from my grasp and slaps me again.

  “Barbarian!”

  Enough is enough. With one quick movement I pull her over my lap, and before she can react, my open hand smacks down on her round, naked ass.

  SLAP!

  He body is frozen in stunned silence for a moment before she tries to break free, struggling, kicking, yelling. For every time she kicks me, I spank her round, naked ass again. The sharp sound reverberates off the cave walls.

  I love that sound.

  “S-stop!” she says, though her voice lacks conviction. “I c-can’t believe you…”

  I spank her until her cheeks are red and have my hand imprinted on them. My cock is as hard as a rock, and pressing against her naked belly, my cloth doing nothing to hide it.

  My fingers slide between her legs, and I feel her wetness. One of my digits slides in easily, and the human moans.

  “I-I don’t even know your name,” she pants. “T-this is unbelievable…”

  “Turnon,” I growl as I slide my finger into her dripping wet pussy.

  “What?” she stammers. “Y-yes, I’m turned on, but it’s not because of—”

  “No. My name is Turnon.”

  In another quick motion I stand up, lift her up and place her on the rock I was sitting on. Her cheeks are still flushed, but now with arousal, instead of anger. Her naked chest heaves with every breath, and she makes no attempt to cover up her beautiful frame.

  “Well, Turnon, I’m Ava. I’m happy to learn you can say more than one word at a time.” she asks, looking up at me.

  I grab the side of my loincloth and tear it off. My hard, naked cock springs free, bobbing up and down in the air. My member is orange, the same color as my eyes. The head is yellow, like the sun, and glistening with pre-cum.

  The human looks at my hard cock with a mixture of shock and desire. Her tongue quickly wets her lips, and I can hear her heart beating from over here.

  “You wifey,” I say, pointing at her.

  She tears her eyes away from my glistening cock and looks up at me.

  “Oh no,” she says. “No no no. I’m not your wife. Not happening.”

  “Yes,” I growl. “I taste.”

  Even though I’ve never been with a woman, I instinctively know what to do. I drop down to my knees, grab her legs and push them up to her chest, exposing her glistening, wet cunt to me. The scent is
intoxicating, and my mouth is already watering. I place her legs over my shoulders as I move forward, kissing my way down her soft thighs.

  “Oh, god,” the human protests.

  She tries to climb away, but my grip is too strong. I pull her close and drag my tongue across her wet lips. Her taste is sweet, and better than anything I’ve ever tasted.

  “Oh f-fuck,” she pants as I run my tongue up and down her wet folds, exploring every inch of her pussy.

  Her hands no longer try to fight me, but instead, her fingers dig into my skin, pulling me in as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

  “F-fucking hell,” she moans. “Oh god, oh right th-there, oh f-fuck!”

  I plunge my tongue into her pussy, taking long, deep strokes. When I kiss her right on top of her pussy, right on her thumping, swollen clit, her entire body jiggles.

  “C-careful,” she pants. “It’s sensitive.”

  I kiss her again, right there, and she trembles again.

  I like that.

  I like the way her eyes close, the way her mouth hangs open, the way she pants, the way her face looks, the way she tries to fight the waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. I like how she’s failing miserably.

  I like the way I’m conquering her, the way I’m making her mine. I like the way she tastes, the way her juices feel in my mouth, the way my entire body feels, so ready, so hard, so focused, so alive.

  What I want, I take. And there’s nothing in this world I want more than her.

  I tongue her clit with gusto, my tongue moving quickly and rhythmically as I drown myself in her juices.

  “F-f-fuck,” she pants. “I’m going to c-c-come!”

  She screams my name, her entire body trembling so fiercely she almost falls off the rock. I grab her ass with my two hands and lift her up easily, so that her legs are wrapped around my neck and my mouth is on her pussy. Her fingers are digging into the back of my neck, pleading for me to stop, but I’m far from done.

  I keep kissing, licking, sucking on her wet lips. Her cunt is addictive. I never want to eat anything else.

  “P-please,” she begs, her chest heaving with every breath. “I n-need a m-moment.”

  I come up for air. I’ll fulfill her request, just this once. I lift her from my face and place her on my bed — a rock-hard slab with animal furs covering it.

  “Look at you,” the human laughs as I wipe her juices off my face with the back of my hand.

  I lick my fingers clean and she shakes her head. She crosses her legs, and rests her arms behind her.

  “I can’t believe you,” she says. “You’re an animal.”

  “No,” I growl. “I’m Turnon.”

  “Yes, you said that. That’s all you’ve said. I barely know you, and you’ve got me screaming out your name, calling me your wifey… I normally never do this. I just want that to be on the record.”

  I grab her hand and place it on my hard, throbbing cock. I can see a thrill run through her when she feels my member pulse.

  She strokes me slowly, running her fingers down my length, all the way down to my balls. They are filled with seed — for her and her alone. I’m going to fill her with my cum until her belly is round.

  “My god,” she whispers as her fingers feel my cock pulse like a predator. “If Sarah ever hears about this, I’ll never hear the end of it… I did tell her to enjoy Kazim but… I had no idea they were packing this… I know they’re big, but… wow…”

  Isto, my pet who is keeping guard outside, barks.

  Intruders.

  Damn it! I want to make the human mine, to spread her legs, to slide my hard cock into her wet cunt, to mate until the sun goes down and rises once more, to lose myself inside of her…

  But it must wait.

  I back away and grab my wooden club.

  “Stay,” I growl at the human.

  Who dares to interrupt my mating?

  7

  AVA

  “W-WAIT,” I stammer as the giant Zoran backs away. A few minutes ago I was still fighting him off, and now I feel like my favorite toy has been taken from me as his cock slips free from my grasp. His member is a bright orange, which contrasts beautifully with his purple skin, and I feel the urge to lick it up and down like a lollipop.

  “Where are you going?”

  He grabs a massive club and lifts it with a single hand.

  “Stay,” he growls, his low voice echoing off the cave walls.

  The Zoran walks out, slipping his loincloth around his waist, storming into the dark cave tunnel separating this cozy hole from the outside.

  I take a few deep breaths to steady myself, and regain a semblance of self-control. What the hell just happened? This Zoran just appeared out of nowhere, dressed like some caveman, and all he did was grunt some words before dragging me into his cave to make me his!

  I’ve never met anyone quite as forward, as forceful, as aggressive.

  And I have to admit my body responded in kind.

  I tried to fight him off — but that was just for show. If I’m perfectly honest with myself, I was very okay with what was happening, and that kinda frightens me. Even though his tongue has given me an earth-shaking orgasm that still has me light-headed… After all, I barely know this dude!

  And yet, I feel like I’ve known him all my life. When I gaze into his sunset-colored eyes, there’s a connection, one that goes beyond the physical. I can’t explain it, but it feels like this was something like fate.

  I take another deep breath, and the reality of my situation filters back in. I’m still naked, still wet, still lying on his bed with my legs open, waiting for him to return. What’s gotten into me?!

  I grab the furs from his bed and wrap them around my body — he tore that gown to bits like it was made out of paper. The fur is kinda itchy, but also quite warm.

  My train of thought is interrupted by a loud growl.

  Turnon!

  Could it be the Nezdek? Have they returned for me? Oh, why am I wasting so much time?! The girls are trapped in their pods, alien slavers are stalking us, and here I am, infatuated by the Zoran’s broad, naked chest. The moment I saw him it’s like I forgot what I was even doing here on this planet.

  I rush out of the cave, stumbling through the dark tunnel. Was it a left or a right?! Turnon had me on my shoulders, and I was too disoriented to keep track.

  Another loud growl reaches me, this time coming from my left. I follow the noise and the welcome glare of daylight greets me.

  “Stay back!” Turnon yells at me.

  The Zoran warrior is standing at the mouth of the cave, waving his club at the beasts who surround him. There are three massive tigers with giant fangs prowling about, their fierce growls making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

  Their giant, yellow eyes turn to me, and they bare their teeth. I push my back against the cave wall, trying to make myself as small as possible. Did they follow my scent?

  The bear-dog that forced me into the cave is sitting between Turnon’s legs, growling at the intruders. Then, everything seems to happen at once. One of the tigers leaps towards me, and the bear-dog jumps up to meet him in the air.

  “No!” Turnon screams, but it’s too late.

  The tiger sinks his massive fangs into the animal’s neck and shakes. Blood is splattered across the floor, and the high-pitched yelp cuts through my bones. Turnon’s pet falls to the ground, whimpering and bleeding profusely.

  The Zoran warrior loses it.

  With a mighty roar that I feel down in my stomach he charges forward, his club raised high. His strikes are so quick I can barely register them — a purple blur is all I see.

  When he stops, the tigers lie dead at his feet. He’s breathing heavily, and I suck in some air through my teeth when I see deep-red scratches down his back.

  “You’re injured,” I gasp.

  He turns to face me, and his orange eyes are filled with sadness. He drops his club on the ground and falls to his knees, wrapping hi
s arms around the injured animal. He buries his face in the beast’s neck, and I see a few tears are rolling down his cheeks.

  I approach slowly, keeping one eye on the jungle, but there don’t seem to be any more of the beasts lurking around. I gently place my hand on his naked shoulder, but Turnon jerks away, glaring at me in anger.

  “I said stay back!”

  His voice is filled with pain, and it cuts right through me. This animal, this pet obviously means the world to him, and it gave its life — for me.

  Do I even deserve that?

  “I’m sorry,” I say, fighting to hold back tears of my own. “I didn’t mean to…”

  My apology feels weak and forced. For all I know this was his best friend, and all I can say is ‘sorry’. I feel useless.

  “Can you save him?”

  Turnon holds the beast tightly, until it stops breathing. It’s over. My gut feels like it’s being ripped out.

  The purple Zoran stands up, wiping his face with his fingers.

  “Not your fault,” he growls through a clenched jaw. “Animals attack… strange. Normally don’t venture close to cave.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat. “D-do you think they followed me?”

  Turnon turns to me, but his eyes contain none of their earlier charm, lust or happiness. “Maybe.”

  I place my hand on his arm. “Again, I’m really sorry, I never meant for this to happen…”

  “That’s life,” Turnon says curtly. “Isto died fighting. I’m proud.”

  We stand in silence for a moment. I don’t know what to do with myself, so I awkwardly cross my arms and wait for the Zoran to make a move.

  He glances up into the sky. The clear blue is now fading into a bright pink as the twin suns are starting their descent.

  “Very strange,” he muses. “Must ask Maker.”

  “Maker?”

  “Yes,” he nods. “Maker has answers.”

  He must be referring to his tribe or something. Of course he doesn’t live alone out here. Why would he? Where would he have come from? Now that I think about it, where did he come from? Why is there a colony of Zorans on this ancient world? What are they like? Judging by his primitive outfit and weaponry, it’s not likely they have the means to send out a distress call to the Federation…