Ravished by Moonbeam Cynthia Sax When Officer Danielle smacks a hunky alien with her police cruiser, she suspects her black-and-green perp is up to no good…and that turns her on. She shoots him. He grins. She hunts him down. He captures her, seducing her on a bed of pine needles. She’s never felt so alive. Krol knows a frail human female won’t satisfy his primal sexual urges, but he’s willing to make that sacrifice to ensure the continuation of his species. Then Danielle attempts to terminate him, and he realizes Earth women aren’t as dainty as they appear. Her lust may be a match for his basest needs, after all.
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Ravished by Moonbeam ISBN 9781419938184 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Ravished by Moonbeam Copyright © 2012 Cynthia Sax Edited by Briana St. James Cover design by Mina Carter Photography: dreamstime.com; 123rf.com; sxc.hu Electronic book publication January 2012 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. The publisher and author(s) acknowledge the trademark status and trademark ownership of all trademarks, service marks and word marks mentioned in this book. The publisher does not have any control over, and does not assume any responsibility for, author or third-party Web sites or their content.
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Chapter One “Officer Clark,” Danielle murmured into the handset. She dimmed the headlights and slowed the police cruiser, inching the vehicle quietly along the gravel road. “10-20, Officer Danielle?” Her friend and fellow officer asked her location. “Moonbeam Side Road.” Street address of one highly suspicious manwhore. She hunched over the steering wheel, staring into the darkness with grim determination. No more women will disappear on my watch. “Officer Danielle…” She heard the refusal in Clark’s voice. “I know he’s up to something, Officer,” Danielle insisted. “As I knew your perp had a weapon,” she not-so-subtly reminded him. “10-4, Officer Danielle.” Clark sighed, the radio crackling with static. “This makes us even. 10-18.” He doesn’t believe me. No one does. She slammed the handset back into place. Yet all of the signs point to foul play. A good soldier listens to her gut, her mother’s voice echoed in her mind. Danielle slid her right hand over her police uniform, fingering the reassuring outline of her dog tags. A good soldier never cries. She whacked the window controls with her fist. Fresh air poured inside the vehicle, the night breeze cool and scented with pine needles, and her melancholy retreated. Danielle stuck her head out the window and gazed up at the stars. One star, glowing as bright as the full moon, moved farther away from her. Moved? She frowned. How— The cruiser shuddered and she turned her head in time to see a large black-andgreen object hit the windshield. The entity cracked the supposedly uncrackable glass, a
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spider web of fragments spanning out from the center of impact, and it rolled over the hood, leaving a trail of dents. “Stay still.” She grabbed the first-aid kit stashed in the door pocket. “And remain calm.” Her heart pounded painfully as she dashed around the hood of the car, rock fragments crunching under her sturdy police boots. “I’m a police officer. I’ve been trained to deal with these situations.” Danielle stopped. Temporarily blinded by the headlights, she couldn’t see anything. “Lejno.” The mumbled word originated from the brightness and she breathed a sigh of relief. He lives. With a rumbling groan, the owner of the deep, sexy voice staggered to his feet. He rolled back his green-and-black shoulders, his joints popping in a barrage of rapid-fire cracks. Danielle’s mouth dropped open and the first-aid kit fell with a thump onto the gravel road. Every inch of her accident victim was green or black. He loomed over her, his huge, colorful body covered with ridges from the top of his bald skull down to the waistband of his black leather outfit. She tilted her head back to meet his swirling gaze. “You’re not human.” Her fingers shook as she fumbled for her gun. “At least, not like any human I’ve ever seen. What are you?” “I am Warrior Krol Nowak.” He extended his hands. Long silver blades protruded from his wrist armor. Danger. Danielle stepped back, fear twisting her stomach. “Don’t move, Warrior Krol.” She raised her gun and aimed it between his constantly moving eyes. “And put your arms in the air.” His forehead ridges rattled as they condensed. “Your two commands are incompatible, druzka.” He stalked toward her, his form large and menacing. Sweat trickled down Danielle’s neck. Space guns were strapped to his muscular torso and daggers decorated his tight leather pants. She held a simple service revolver. “I repeat. Don’t move, or I’ll shoot.” 6
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Krol grinned, displaying teeth too sharp and pointed to be human. “You are a warrior, my Danielle. I am the best warrior.” She swallowed hard, her mouth dry with fear. “How do you know my—” He sprang toward her, his movements blurring, and Danielle reacted on instinct, pulling the trigger. The bullet ricocheted off his knee ridge, the deafening sound followed by an animalistic howl. Krol twisted the gun from her hands, took three steps to the right and lobbed it with inhuman strength deep into the brush. “I shot you.” Confused, Danielle glared at his leg. Red blood trickled down it, yet he remained standing. “I shot you.” “Yes.” Krol retracted his wrist blades as he strode back to her. Gravel crunched under his big boots. “I am enjoying our courting.” “Courting?” Danielle backed away from the approaching alien, discomforted by his size and anxiously aware she was woefully unarmed. A good soldier knows when to retreat. In a flash of black and green, he captured her waist and pulled her forward, bumping her hips against his. The strength she’d always prided herself on paled next to his, his arms bulging with muscles and ridges. “Courting,” he confirmed. His hypnotizing gaze dropped to her lips and Danielle sucked in her breath, excitement coiling within her. He isn’t thinking of…he’s an alien. He wouldn’t— Krol covered her mouth with his, his hard lips pulverizing her soft flesh, grinding, conquering, owning. Danielle clenched her teeth, blocking his access to her mouth, and she struggled to free herself, pushing against his chest with her hands. He was hard, strong and male. Her body responded to his dominance, her nipples tightening and her pussy moistening. Her spaceman growled, the primitive sound curling Danielle’s boot-covered toes. “Open.” He stroked her cheek with his calloused fingers, sending shivers of delight down her spine. 7
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“No way. I’m not letting some alien inside me.” She raised her chin defiantly, her lips plump and throbbing with his hard usage. Their gazes met and held, and a grin slowly spread across his face. Krol bobbed his head once as though acknowledging her challenge, and Danielle readied herself, bracing for impact. He attacked, bending down to recapture her mouth, his forceful kiss driving her head back. She clung to him, teasing him with her body, dragging her nipples against his chest ridges as he probed the seam of her mouth with his surprisingly soft tongue. Danielle blocked each assault, pressing her lips tightly together, denying him entrance. He pulled on her jaw and she dropped her chin, her lips slipping from his, running over the bone underneath his mouth. She licked his skin, flicking her tongue over his flesh, tasting salt and minerals, and she hungered for more, more Krol, more kisses. He groaned. “Open for me, my Danielle.” She laughed at his frustration, feeling desirable, powerful and in control. “Make me. You—” Krol slapped her ass hard, the sound of skin hitting fabric echoing through the night air, and Danielle gasped, shock and arousal radiating from the point of impact. He was a monster, this alien, and he immediately filled her open mouth with his thick, soft tongue, plunging into her farther and farther, forcing her lips wider, insisting she take all of him. Danielle grazed his flesh with her teeth, warning him back, yet he bravely, passionately pressed forward, utilizing his tongue like a weapon, whipping her cheeks and punishing her for her resistance. She surrendered completely to his greedy demands, clasping his shoulder ridges with her fingers, hanging on as he ravished her mouth. Danielle pushed her hips into his groin, grinding her mons on the long, hard ridge in his leather pants. The ridge vibrated, triggering a corresponding hum within her, and she moaned into his mouth while dry humping him harder and faster. 8
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The pain. The pleasure. I’m so close. So— Krol pulled away from her, breaking their kiss, and Danielle swallowed her scream of frustration. “We will mate now.” He slid his fingers under the waistband of her police pants and yanked, tearing her leather belt in two. The cool night breeze wafted upon her heated skin, reviving Danielle’s logic. What am I doing? He’s an alien, and perhaps the enemy. “Wait.” She stepped back from him, her desire flowing to fear. He stilled, staring at her, his forehead ridges raised in question. His eyes, more black than green, swirled quickly with passion. Think, Danielle. She looked down the deserted road. The headlights of her police cruiser faded into darkness. She glanced up at the big, muscular alien. Moonlight reflected off his arsenal of weapons. Resting her hand on her empty gun holster, Danielle took a deep breath, held it to the count of ten and slowly released the air through her front teeth. A good soldier never shows fear. She forced a seductive smile. “Do you want to fuck me, Warrior Krol?” Danielle dropped her voice to a husky whisper. Her space perp narrowed his eyes before nodding slowly. “Do you want to put this big alien cock,” she leaned forward and covered his groin with her trembling hand, “in my tight human pussy?” He closed his eyes as she touched him. “I will fill you with my seed, my Danielle.” He was hard, so very hard, and his thick shaft pumped up and down like a vibrator, his broad cock head clearly outlined against his leather pants. Even knowing he could be the enemy, she wanted him, and her cheeks heated with shame. Focus, Officer Danielle. He’s an alien. She pulled a space gun out of Krol’s holster and pointed it at him. “In your dreams, big boy.” She smiled with satisfaction as his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Don’t move or I’ll shoot.” She rested her thumb on a green button resembling a trigger. “And you know I mean it, so no—”
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He fled, his body a flash of black and green under the moonlight. He was huge and alien and too heavily armed to be on a mission of peace. “Oh hell.” She chased him, her space gun in hand, her blood pumping with exhilaration. He lumbered through the forest with the grace of a charging bull moose, snapping branches off the fir trees, pounding his boots on the needle-covered earth. She ran as fast as she could after him. Her lungs ached, her muscles strained and she felt alive, so very alive. “You. Can’t. Escape. Me, Krol.” She caught a glimpse of movement, and darted in that direction. His chuckle rolled through the air, mocking her, and then there was silence. She didn’t hear his footsteps, his breathing or any sound at all. She stopped and pivoted on her heels, squinting in the dark, cocking her head as she listened, the stillness disconcerting. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose and she raised her space gun, turning, turning, turning. A branch snapped with a crack to her right and she shot, her fireball bullet burning holes through thick tree trunks as it blasted through the forest. The kickback was a bitch, the butt of the gun slamming into Danielle’s shoulder and throwing her off her feet. She landed with an oomph flat on her back. “My Danielle.” The alien she hunted emerged from the darkness and crouched by her side. “Are you damaged?” Krol searched her skull with his fingers, looking for injury. He handled her as though she was fragile and soft. And as if she was unworthy of respect or love. “Respect this.” She released years of resentment upon the alien, pistol-whipping him with the barrel of his own space gun. Krol straddled her waist and caught her wrists before she hit him again. He stretched her arms above her head, securing them easily with one hand. The awkward position thrust her breasts toward him and made her agonizingly vulnerable to any assault. 10
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“You are not damaged.” He grinned, a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his black lips. He dropped his gaze to study her heaving chest. He was a beast and she arched, offering her body for him to ravish. “Don’t you dare rip my shirt.” She issued a challenge she knew he couldn’t ignore. His eyes swirled in a captivating eddy of green and black. “It is not a worthy garment for a warrior.” He shredded her shirt with three hard yanks, the fabric burning her skin, the buttons flying like bullets out of a service revolver, her badge falling to the ground, as useless as her resistance. He tapped her mother’s dog tags. “The symbol of your warrior status.” He slid his fingers lower, his touch hot and rough on her chest. “This is a worthy garment.” He squeezed her right breast, ripping the black lace of her bra. Danielle moaned, writhing under him, her skin alive with sensation. “Harder. Squeeze my tit harder.” He tightened his grip on her breast to the point of bruising, her nipple sensitive and taut under his palm. “Open,” he commanded before he kissed her, and she obeyed, welcoming the harshness of his tongue, savoring the metallic tang of his spilt blood. She licked at his wound as he tortured her breast, pushing the lace aside to dig his fingertips into bare skin. He clamped her nipple between his thumb and index finger, the sharp pain shooting straight to her womb. “Yes!” Danielle cried out, thrusting her breast into his hand, needing more, needing him. She sank her teeth into his lower lip and pulled. He growled and pushed her into the ground, devouring her mouth and pinching her nipple until the tip was white. She gasped, appeased by the violence, and he kissed down her neck, leaving a trail of love bruises until he reached her neglected breast. He caught the edge of the lace cup between his teeth and jerked, freeing her curves. “Suck me. Suck me raw,” Danielle urged, pushing up with her hips. She was unable to dislodge him and unable to touch him, her hands lowered to chin-level, but remaining thrillingly restrained. 11
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Krol fastened his lips over her nipple and inhaled her flesh, drawing her breast deep within his hot, wet mouth. He suckled thirstily, his tug and pull ruthlessly severe, pushing her closer to the edge of release. Danielle undulated, rubbing her mons against the ridge in his leather pants, trying to alleviate the increasing pressure in her pussy. “Krol,” she begged. He released her breast with a juicy pop. “Your Krol.” He licked the redness, soothing her burn while driving her need upward. “You are my Danielle.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple and shudders of pleasure rolled over her. “I am your Krol.” He sucked upon her, setting off sensations so intense, she couldn’t bear them. “My Krol.” She thrashed her head from side to side, bucking and arching. “Please, my Krol, I need more pain.” “Yes.” He nodded. “Pain makes warriors strong.” He bared his sharp, pointed teeth and she stilled, watching fascinated and afraid as he lowered, lowered, lowered to settle over her nipple. She held her breath, all of her muscles tensed, every inch of her body aware of him. He bit down. She screamed, coming hard, the darkness bursting with fireworks, the waves of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and anguish sweeping over her, threatening to pull her under. Her body was no longer her own. It belonged to an alien warrior from another world and he ruled her release with a firm hand and sharp teeth. “Krol.” She whimpered, slumping to the ground, wrung out and exhausted. “Are you damaged, my Danielle?” He grinned with a male smugness. Am I damaged? Am I weak and unworthy? Danielle gritted her teeth, battening down emotions a soldier shouldn’t feel. Then she pressed the trigger on her space gun.
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Krol twisted and the fireball zinged past his right ear, the heat singeing his skin. Sladky matka. My druzka is fierce. She bucked upward, her slender hips smacking against his, and he allowed her to dislodge him, rolling onto the grass beside her. Her eyes gleamed. “I’m going to shoot your alien ass.” He chuckled at her warning and darted into the forest, moving at a slow human speed, making enough noise for her to follow him easily. As he ran, he breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of pine trees and aroused female. My female. He looked over his shoulder and spotted his Danielle immediately, her golden hair shining like a beacon under the moonlight. She carried his zbran with the ease of a seasoned warrior, scanning the trees utilizing her inferior night vision. Krol switched into hunting mode, his steps fading into silence, his breathing leveling to a mere whisper, and he circled back to follow his prey. She frowned as she stared into the forest, her wonderfully expressive face revealing her frustration. His destined mate pivoted on her heels slowly, the moonlight flowing over her full, bare breasts, curving around her toned arms to illuminate the proud curve of her spine. He nudged a fallen tree limb. She turned her head in his direction. Her lips parted, her breath released in stimulating pants. Her sexual excitement fed his. His spicka strained against the leather of his uniform and he ached with need, the warrior within him issuing commands to attack, conquer and take what he wanted. “I know you’re watching me, you big freakish bastard.” Her sweet mouth spewed angry words, invoking Krol’s darker passions. “Show yourself.” Krol grinned as he quietly removed his garments. “I will…show myself.” He stepped into the clearing, proudly wearing nothing except for his black leather boots. “Good, because I’m…” Her voice faded and her gaze dropped. “My God. It’s huge…and moving.” She stared at his spicka. Her pink tongue swept over her lips as
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though she wished to lick him and a shudder of anticipation rattled his back ridges. “You’d tear me apart,” she whispered, her eyes wild. “I will not damage you, my Danielle.” He stalked toward her, hungering for a taste of her spice-flavored mouth and needing to touch her, claim her. “We are compatible.” “Stop right there.” She waved her zbran, her heated gaze remaining fixed on his spicka. Instinctively, he reached for his weapon and grabbed bare skin, his arsenal left with his clothes in a heap on the forest floor behind him. “You will show yourself, druzka.” He disguised his vulnerability with an order. She swallowed hard, her throat convulsing, the slender column unprotected by ridges. “You’ll have to make me, you—” He sprang, easily knocking the zbran from her hands, and he tumbled his Danielle to the ground, landing on top of her yielding curves. Her body cradled him perfectly, his ridges fitting into her softness, and a sense of belonging enveloped Krol. “Get off me, you hairless Neanderthal.” His Danielle kicked at his legs and slugged his shoulders. Not knowing many of her words, Krol focused on her tone and body language. As they wrestled, fighting for dominance, she didn’t once knee his exposed groin or strike at his other weaknesses. “You wish for me to make you.” He leaned into her, his weight transfer hindering her counterattack and quieting her struggles. “I don’t.” She slid her gaze from him and her delicate cheeks flushed with pigment, enchanting him. “You do.” Krol smirked. Heat rose from her reproductive channel, warming the air between them. He grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked, removing her black ass-covering with the same hard pull. She scurried backward, her ankles restrained by her garment. Krol extracted a dagger from his left boot and pursued her, intent on claiming his female.
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She whimpered, her eyes widening as the blade descended, her fear stimulatingly poignant. “You will show yourself.” Krol sliced the fabric, setting her free. He looked upon her nakedness, his chest heaving with approval. My female. Krol’s gaze lowered to her thighs and that pride flipped to fury. “You have no hair!” he roared. He tossed the dagger away from him and the metal thudded against a tree trunk. Krol caught her ankles and spread her legs wide. She was bare like a female child, her pink pussy lips exposed and glistening with lubrication. “Who dared to do this to you?” A killing rage surged up inside him, hot and savage. She scowled. “I did, you big freak of the week.” She twisted her feet, trying to escape him, her breasts jiggling enticingly. “What are you getting so pissy about? Most men like a cleanly shaven muff.” Most men. Vivid angry colors filled his visual system. “I do not.” She flinched as though he had struck her. “Fine, then you don’t have to fuck me.” “I will fuck you.” He released one of her ankles and placed his palm over her mons, the heel of his hand pressing against her pussy lips. The skin was smooth and soft and his rage flowed to aching desire. “Not a chance!” She kicked out. Her heel connected with his chin and snapped his head back. Surprised by her assault, he dropped her other ankle. She scrambled away from him, crawling on her hands and knees, her bare ass waving in the air, pale and round like the solitary moon circling her planet. Krol growled his annoyance and grabbed her hips to pull her back to him, his spicka sliding between her ass cheeks. “I will fuck you, druzka,” he repeated, his voice lowered with raw passion.
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He slapped his hand down on her back, tilting her ass upward, and he nudged her knees apart with his, widening her stance to accommodate his girth. Her pussy dripped with welcoming moisture, her entrance opening and closing as if to suck him in. Claim her, the primitive part of his soul demanded. Krol positioned himself at her entrance, and with a loud beastly grunt, he rammed into her, burying himself up to his base. She screamed with pain and outrage. Some of his rational thought returned and an agony pierced his chest. He was lodged deep inside her, her pussy lips stretched to the point of tearing around his vibrating shaft, her inner walls hugging his cock head. Too tight. Krol stared down at their joined bodies with dismay. “The research was incorrect. We are not compatible.” He pulled back slightly. She moaned, and he froze, not wishing to cause her more harm. “I have damaged you, my Danielle.” He petted her sides, gentling his touch as much as he was capable, trying to comfort her, to do anything to ease her hurt. “Yeah, you damaged me.” She gave him a killing glance that said if she were armed, he’d be terminated. “And I liked it.” She pushed back, taking even more of him into her wet heat, and he groaned, the urge to move, to thrust, unbearable. “So either fuck me hard or I’ll find another alien who will.” Krol strengthened his grip on her hips, incensed by her threat. “No other male will fuck you.” He shoved into her fully, swaying her body. “You are my Danielle.” He pulled out and slammed into her, fucking her harder than he had fucked the sensitive Simulator Danielle on the ship, but that Danielle hadn’t been as wet and hot and wild, his human female meeting him thrust for thrust, driving into his movements. He wrapped his fist in her long blonde hair and pulled her head back, forcing her spine to arch while he rode her, his varles bouncing against her skin. “Yes. Use me until it hurts. You’re so fucking big, Krol. That monster cock is splitting my pussy into two. Harder. Fuck. Give me all you’ve got.” She assaulted him
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with rough sex talk, her juices bathing his monster cock, as she called it, a wet sucking noise adding to their mating sounds. Krol gritted his teeth, his varles drawing up tight, his control compromised by their adversarial sex play. “My Danielle. I need to—” “Bite me.” She barked her command and his spicka jumped to attention. “Bite me, Krol.” He snarled, angered by her public form of address. “I am your Krol.” He yanked on her hair and pounded her pussy with his cock. “Your Krol. Say it.” He shook her, demanding her capitulation. “My Krol.” She squeezed his shaft with her inner muscles, sending sharp shards of pleasure shooting along his flesh, and his restraint cracked under the bombardment. “You are my Krol.” “Yesss…” he hissed, and he lowered his mouth, licking her smooth, delicate skin, tasting salt and woman. “You are my female.” Krol sank his sharp teeth into her pale shoulder. His Danielle screamed, bucking and pushing against him, and he captured her between his body and the hard ground as her blood burst onto his tongue, his senses exploding with the rich metallic flavor. She wiggled and writhed, and she clenched his shaft with her pussy tighter and tighter until Krol’s cognitive processes ceased to function. “You are too hot, too small. My Danielle. My Danielle!” He bellowed her name and thrust forward, assailing her pussy with a joyous barrage of seed. He attacked and attacked and attacked until he had nothing left, his cock drained of all ammunition. “Sladky matka. You have defeated me, warrior.” Overcome by a pleasure he had never before experienced, he collapsed on top of his smaller druzka, flattening her. She moaned. “You’re squishing me, you inconsiderate asshole.” His Danielle spat leaves and twigs out of her mouth.
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Krol levered himself up by his forearms and chuckled at his Danielle’s darkening expression, an unexplainable warmth burning in his chest. “This location is not optimal for fucking.” Aroused by her squirming, his spicka recommenced vibrating within her tight pussy, mixing his seed with her juices. “No way. You’re not fucking me again.” His Danielle ducked underneath his arm and rolled to the side, taking her comforting warmth with her. “I barely have knees left from that last fuck.” She bent one leg for his inspection. Her pale limb was crisscrossed with red scratches and covered with dirt. Krol picked a pine needle out of her skin, his movements jagged with self-disgust. “I have damaged you.” He frowned, gazing down at her exposed pussy. Her flesh had been rubbed an angry red. “Yeah.” She nodded. Her eyes lost focus, her face softened and her pink lips curled into a satisfied smile. Krol stared at her, humbled by her beauty. “You’ve damaged me like no one else has ever done.” Her breathless whisper swirled around him, caressed his skin, licked his ridges and settled deep within his chest. She laughed, the joyful sound breaking the tension between them. “And I can’t believe you’re horny again.” She reached out and stroked his spicka with smooth, sure strokes, sending waves of bliss up Krol’s spine. “You must get a lot of space pussy.” She tightened her fingers and he sucked in his breath. “You’re a fucking machine.” “I only fuck your pussy,” Krol declared, cupping her face, her wonderful blonde hair draping over his fingers. “You are my Danielle.” He pushed his spicka into her hands, needing more of her firm touch. “Harder, druzka. Pull harder.” “Ah. You like it rough, don’t you?” She yanked on his member with a satisfying ferocity and he growled his approval. “’Cause nothing feels as good as pain and pleasure combined. You feel alive.” “Strong.” His voice deepened to a low rumble. “Pain makes a warrior strong.”
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She paused in her loving abuse and gazed at him, a lifetime of loneliness and misunderstandings reflected in her eyes. Krol clenched his fists, wishing to kill the ones who had hurt her, but that wasn’t his mission. Mission. I must focus on my mission. “Yes. Pain has made me strong.” His Danielle worked him with all her lean muscle, lines of concentration appearing between her golden eyebrows, her full lips pressed into a determined white line. “Tell me if I’m too strong.” “You are not.” He rocked into her palms, causing more heat, more friction. “We are compatible.” “Yeah.” She cupped his varles and squeezed them. Lejno. Krol clenched his jaw until he ached as she touched him in ways the simulators never had. “But if you plan to invade the earth, I’ll still have to shoot your ass.” She swept her thumb over his tip and he shuddered with intense longing, his shoulder ridges rattling. A dab of seed escaped his slit and Danielle scooped it up with her finger to examine it closely. “Looks like human spunk.” She sucked on her finger and Krol’s varles tightened. “But it tastes sweet.” She smacked her lips, taunting him with her sex noises. His Danielle released his spicka and reclined onto her back. “Don’t you dare fuck my face,” she issued her challenge, staring up at him defiantly. Krol looked longingly at her red pussy lips, his seed dripping down the inside of her thighs. He looked at his abandoned spicka, hard and vibrating and aching with need. Then he looked at her open mouth, her face lighting with expectation. He carefully straddled her head, aware of how small and fragile his mate was. “Fucking your mouth will not produce offspring,” he reminded her as he slowly lowered his spicka into her mouth, muffling her flow of angry words. Sladky matka. He pushed past her parted lips. Her mouth was as hot and wet as her pussy. She clutched his clenched ass with her hands and guided him into her, sucking on his shaft, her cheeks indented around him. Too much. Temporarily overcome by their unique joining, he closed his eyes. 19
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He tapped the back of her throat with his tip and she gagged, her cheeks convulsing, fluttering against him. Damage. Krol withdrew slightly and held his position, his spicka vibrating in her mouth, resting on her tongue. He sighed with contentment. This one moment is worth all my solar cycles of energy expenditure. My druzka has accepted me fully. She will obey— She slapped his ass, bringing his reveries to an abrupt end. He pumped her mouth as he had her pussy while she licked his shaft, flicking his skin with her tongue. His Danielle sucked with each inward motion, the pull on Krol’s spicka straining his control. He fucked her face faster and harder, driving her back into the ground, his varles slapping against her chin. She dug her fingernails into his ass, protesting his abuse and marking him as he had marked her. He forced her to take him, grinding into her suction. They mated with all of their combined might. He grunted with effort and tears streamed down her cheeks. He smelled her arousal, her musky scent flavoring the air, tormenting his nostrils. Their fucking was carnal and ruthlessly primitive and he needed, wanted, craved more. “Bite me,” he ordered. She widened her eyes and shook her head, the motion angling his spicka from side to side. “Bite me.” He rammed into her as deeply as she could take him, punishing her for her disobedience. Her eyes flashed with rebellion as she clamped her blunt teeth down on his shaft. The pain was exquisitely sharp and he bellowed his satisfaction, coming so hard his Danielle’s blue-and-white world tilted around him. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, draining every last drop from his spicka and every last thought from his brain, leaving him dazed and contented. “My Danielle.” He dismounted her face, his spicka slipping from her mouth and sliding along her cheek. “I enjoy our courting.” 20
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“That’s not courting, dumbass.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s fucking, pure and glorious fucking.” He lay on his back beside her and looked up at the night sky as he pondered her words. The star systems were as unfamiliar to him as his druzka’s customs, and he longed for the reassuring routine of his warship. “Fucking is courting,” he muttered. She snorted. “Only to a man.” His Danielle pushed herself upward and staggered to her feet, swaying unsteadily. Her pale skin was colored with bite and bruise marks. Krol stood also, his battered ego partially appeased by the visual evidence of their mating. “Then we must court more.” He wrapped his arm around his little warrior’s waist, securing her to his side. “No—” He lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder. Curses rained down on him from her lips as she pounded his back with her small fists and kicked his stomach ridges with her sturdy boots. “Yes. We will court more.” He slapped her bare ass, warming her cooling skin. He liked the sound, so he slapped her ass again, grinning as he strode in the direction of his Earth domicile.
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Chapter Two Danielle opened her eyes, blinking up at the white tiled ceiling, and a silly smile curved her lips. What a night. She sprawled out on the king-size mattress, completely naked except for the boots on her feet and the dog tags around her neck. Alien loving is definitely something I can get used to. She reached out her arm and grabbed white cotton sheets. Where’d he go? She sat up, the room spinning slightly around her. Thick, sticky liquid bathed her upper thighs, and she grimaced. She needed a shower. And Christ, she was sore. She swung her bruised and battered legs over the side of the black four-poster bed, her boots thumping against the hardwood floor. She ached all over, the pain centered on her ass, breasts and pussy. As she moved, only her labored breathing broke the eerie silence. Where am I? Danielle glanced around her. The monochrome bedroom was sparingly furnished and devoid of bright color except for the distinctive stained trucker’s cap hanging on the door. No. It can’t be his. She squeezed her eyes closed, counted to five and looked again. The damning evidence remained. “Alien, my ass.” She clenched her hands into fists, converting the pain of betrayal into a more manageable rage. I hope you had fun, Frank, because I’ll be the last woman you ever abuse. Danielle staggered to her feet. Her police badge had been placed on the nightstand beside the bed. She grasped it, the cool metal solidifying her resolve Danielle scowled at the dominatrix-styled garment neatly folded underneath her badge. In your dreams, manwhore. She skimmed the soft black leather with her fingertips before grabbing the black-and-white-checkered lumberjack shirt hanging on the
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bedpost. It reached mid-thigh, the fabric adequately covering her bare ass, and it smelled of Krol, his unique scent clinging to the flannel. Get a grip, Officer Danielle. She doused her building arousal and ignored her gut. He drugged you and who knows how many other unsuspecting women. The only thought you should be having is how to nail the scumbag. To do that, you need to obtain evidence, and obtain it quickly, before he returns. Danielle opened drawers filled with pristine clothing. Every flannel shirt and pair of perfectly worn jeans had been folded into a flat, tight rectangle. She didn’t find any socks or underwear. Danielle moved to the massive bed. She ran her hands under the mattress and felt nothing. There wasn’t anything under the bed either, not a single dust bunny on the gleaming, scratch-free floor. She searched through an immaculate closet filled with more flannel shirts and more jeans. Danielle knocked on undecorated walls and stomped on floorboards, the noise hollow and empty. Frank must have drugged me with hallucinogens. She scanned the room. Where did he stash them? Danielle lifted her gaze to the ceiling. What is that? She positioned a chair under the black box and climbed up to have a look. Oh hell no. Her stomach dropped. It was a camera with its lens facing the bed, the bed she’d been naked in, the bed he’d… Danielle pressed her lips together and blinked back tears. Obtain evidence, Officer. She frantically felt around the camera. There were no wires or any other indication of where the recording device might be. She leaned forward to peer behind the camera, teetering on the edge of the chair. To steady herself, she pushed against a ceiling tile. It didn’t move. What the? She slid the tile to the side and a bag fell with a thud to the floor. Jackpot. Danielle hopped down and opened the black canvas bag.
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Gotcha. Displayed before her was enough high-tech weaponry to put Frank away for a very long time. She picked up the same gun she’d used last night. She didn’t recognize any of the other makes or models. Space guns, her gut whispered. No. Not space guns. Danielle touched her mother’s dog tags. Military prototypes. She palmed her small gun and replaced the bag of weapons in the ceiling to be “discovered” later by the arresting officers. Danielle inched the bedroom door open and surveyed the area. The house was empty and silent, the open, sterile space as free of clutter and personal effects as the bedroom. Sunlight shone through the windows, unfiltered by curtains or blinds. She sniffed and wrinkled her nose, the air smelling of a harsh disinfectant. There was no sign of Frank or anyone else. She raised her gun and cautiously crept through the living room, stepping lightly to not make any sound. A black leather couch and microthin big-screen TV dominated the area and she slowed, gazing wistfully at the complex electronics. Not a chance of retrieval, Officer Danielle. Get your recorded ass moving. She forced herself to move forward, knowing every officer in her precinct would watch last night’s assault. Damn Frank to hell. She slipped outside into a vacant yard. Frank’s rusted pickup truck was missing. Deep track marks leading from the parking spot to the gravel driveway indicated he’d left in a hurry. Danielle surveyed the scene, her cop instincts tingling. A spotless black garden hose was coiled without a single kink around a wall-mounted steel rack. Cords of wood were stacked in flawlessly aligned rows. The square of grass around the newly painted mobile home was lush and green and perfect. Everything was perfect, too perfect, as though her surroundings were manufactured or…alien.
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Let it go, Officer Danielle. There are no aliens. Warrior Krol was a delicious drug-induced hallucination. Danielle scowled as she hiked down the long winding driveway. The tall, majestic fir trees edging the route bent in the wind, their needles rustling, the air crackled around her and dark clouds hung over her head, the weather as ominous as her thoughts. She walked and walked and walked, heedless of the building storm, reviewing what little she remembered, saddened and sickened that the best sex of her life hadn’t been real. She should have known. They’d fucked all night long and Frank had been unnaturally insatiable, recovering quickly from each orgasm. Too quickly for a human. Aliens don’t exist. Frank’s a human with a human recovery time, and that means… No. She bent over, her stomach heaving, bile burning the back of her throat. How many so-called aliens had taken her? How many? “I’ll kill you, Frank.” Danielle straightened and tightened her grip on the gun as her anger spiraled upward. “Jail is too good for you.” She strode faster, grinding the gravel road under the heels of her police boots. Damn. He’s good. She stared at her abandoned police cruiser. The windshield was honeycombed with cracks, and the white hood was dented beyond repair. She crouched by the front wheel. Tracks ran perpendicular to the vehicle as though it had been pushed to the side of the road. How— She raised her head, hearing the drone of an approaching vehicle. She squinted, peering into the distance. A rusted blue pickup truck rolled into sight. Frank. Danielle took a position by the side of road, placing her police cruiser between him and her. She raised her gun as his handsome human face came into shooting range. “Don’t kill him, Officer Danielle.” She caressed the trigger with her thumb. “Believe in the system you serve. Let the courts do their job.” Breaks squealed as the truck slid to a stop. Gravel sprayed the side of her cruiser, peppering the paint with pit marks, and Danielle’s anger escalated. 25
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Frank exited the cab and jogged around the rusted hood, carrying a bouquet of red roses and a beautifully wrapped ivory-and-gold box. “My Danielle.” He beamed as though he’d done nothing wrong, as though he hadn’t drugged her and shared her sexually with a gang of his friends. Believe in the system. She aimed her gun between his black-and-green swirling eyes. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot.” Frank froze and his smile faded. A dog barked, but the only animal she cared about stood in front of her. He had black-and-green swirling eyes. There are no aliens. “How many, Frank?” Danielle demanded. She used both of her hands to steady her shaking gun. “How many men fucked me last night?” “No males will fuck you!” His face contorted with a rage so acute she almost believed him, except she couldn’t. Her skin was covered with evidence of his lies. “You are mine, my Danielle.” He brandished the flowers like a club, the rose petals scattering on the road. “I am your Krol.” “Your name is Frank, you dickwad.” His betrayal cut her to the bone and she wielded her anger as a shield against the pain. “And you’re going to jail for a very long time.” “Ahhh…” His expression cleared. “You do not identify me due to my holographic image.” “You have the right to remain silent.” She drowned out his crazy talk. “I will change.” He pinched his earlobe. The air shimmered and his image distorted. “Everything you say or do—” Her words stuttered to a stop as Frank, the man, turned into Krol, her alien lover from last night.
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“You…you…you…” Danielle waved her gun at him. He juggled the flowers and box and stripped away his flannel shirt and snug blue jeans, revealing a warrior’s skintight leather outfit. “You’re an alien. No.” She shook her head, trying to clear out her insane thoughts. “Aliens don’t exist. This vision is an aftereffect of the date rape drug.” He frowned, his ridges rattling. “Drug?” He swept his hands over the guns and daggers strapped close to his muscular body as though reassuring himself they were there. “What—” “This isn’t happening again.” Danielle’s gaze dropped to the big vibrating ridge in his black leather pants. “I’m not fucking you or any of your alien friends.” “No other males!” he bellowed, and a dog howled. “I will terminate any male who touches you.” Krol crushed the box in one clenched fist and waved the flowers with the other. “Right.” Danielle twisted her lips, clinging desperately to her anger. “Because you want to fuck me yourself, over and over, with no recovery time.” “No fucking.” His eyes swirled dark with emotion. “We are courting, not fucking.” His gaze dropped to the hem of her borrowed shirt. “Not fucking,” he repeated. “Courting?” She waved her gun toward the roses. “So you’re saying those are for me?” She snorted. Who brings their victims flowers? Krol looked at the roses as though surprised to find them in his hand. “Yes.” He shoved them at her and smacked the crushed box on top of the bouquet. “I have researched human courting rituals.” Human courting rituals. Danielle gazed down at the battered blooms. “You’re serious?” She breathed deeply, inhaling their sweet aroma. “You got me roses?” “The woody perennials are beautiful and deadly.” He showed her the scratches on his green-and-black hands and grinned, displaying his sharp teeth. “They are like you, my Danielle.”
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“Oh.” She looked at the red petals, flustered by the compliment and confused by the deliberate hoax. Could he truly be an alien? “And these?” Tucking her flowers and gun under her arm, she removed the lid. “Chocolates.” They were flattened into a gooey mess, caramel, creams and other fillings oozing from the centers. “The assorted confectioneries can be utilized as a source of sustenance after we fuck.” He leaned forward, his leather-and-gunpowder scent more appetizing than the chocolate. “Once we have completed our courting,” he hastily added, straightening. “Our courting.” She tested the word. “Because you’re an alien warrior.” “I am the best warrior.” Krol beamed. “My need for you is great. I must court faster.” He pivoted on his heels and returned to the truck. The door creaked as he opened it. He reached inside. The barking increased. A deep, threatening growl raised the tiny hairs on the back of Danielle’s neck. The barking stopped. What has he done to the dog? She pushed up onto her toes. I can’t see anything. “Krol?” She dropped the roses and chocolates and pointed her gun toward the truck. An adorable black pit bull puppy rounded the hood of the truck and scampered toward her, slipping and sliding on the gravel, his ears flapping and his tail wagging. “Oh, you are a cutie.” Danielle dropped her gun into her shirt pocket, bent down and scooped up the puppy. He twisted and squirmed in her hands, his little body vibrating with excitement as she held onto him, enthralled by his seemingly limitless energy. He nipped her on the chin and she laughed, holding him farther from her face. “He’s a vicious little thing, isn’t he?” “He is the fiercest canine warrior,” Krol declared proudly, standing straighter. “I witnessed as he severed the sound-detecting organ of his rival.” “Did you chew a doggie’s ear off? Did you?” She tapped the puppy’s cold nose and he snapped at her fingers.
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Krol barked, startling Danielle, and the puppy immediately quieted, licking her chin as though to make amends. Danielle stared at her alien lover. “Can you speak dog?” Krol’s forehead ridges condensed. “The canine’s language is far less complex than yours.” He laid his big hand gently on top of the puppy’s small head. “He notices the absence of his dam.” Danielle touched her dog tags. “He’ll always miss his mother.” “That logic is damaged, my Danielle,” Krol dismissed coldly, and she stiffened. “Both my dam and my sire were terminated after my third solar cycle.” His fingers twitched. “I do not notice their absence.” “Both of them died?” She glanced up at him. He didn’t meet her gaze, his profile grim. “They were fierce warriors. They saved all of Sila before their termination.” Leaving a three-year-old without parents to love him. Danielle leaned into the warmth of his body. Krol placed his free arm around her waist, holding her to him. They stood in silence, three parentless beings, human, alien and canine. “You have a camera in your bedroom.” She broke the unbearable quiet. “They watch.” Krol looked upward. She followed his line of sight and saw nothing except dark, menacing clouds. “You’re making space porn?” Danielle raised her eyebrows. “You’re a freak, Krol, and I should shoot your heavily armored green-and-black ass for not asking my permission first.” “I am your Krol.” He glowered at her, his eyes swirling with colorful emotion. “My Krol.” His gaze swept from the flowers to the chocolates to the puppy cuddled between them. “Our courting is complete.” He released his hold on them and speedily 29
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undressed, pulling down his leather outfit, his daggers and weapons clattering to the ground. “We can fuck now.” He stood before her naked, stroking his erect cock with one big hand. Last night in the moonlight, he had been magnificent. Today, he was fierce and savage, as much of a force of nature as the storm building around them. Danielle set the puppy down on the gravel road. “You want to fuck here? Now?” “Our courting is complete,” Krol repeated. She glanced to her left and to her right. The semi-private road was empty of any other vehicles, tall fir trees growing densely where the gravel met the soil. The dark clouds blocked out the sun, giving the illusion of privacy. She longed for the reassurance of his arms around her and the thrust of his cock driving away any of her lingering doubts. “Okay. Let’s do it.” Danielle placed her hands on the police cruiser’s dented hood and bent over. The moist, cool air caressed her bare ass. “Take me hard and fast, big boy.” With one vicious yank, Krol ripped the shirt off her back. She gasped, stimulated by his brutal enthusiasm. He was an animal, her animal. She lowered her chest and brushed her naked breasts over the cold, hard steel of her vehicle. Her nipples tightened, aching for his rough touch. “I am your Krol.” He cuffed her ass and another gasp escaped her lips. “Your Krol.” His palm landed lower, his fingertips grazing her wet pussy. “I am not big boy.” She tilted her burning ass into his slaps, the smacking of skin against skin shockingly loud. “I am not bastard.” He heated her flesh with blow after blow. “I am not asshole.” She bit into her bottom lip, swallowing her sounds of distress. “I am your Krol.” “You are my Krol.” Thunder rolled in the distance, followed by a flash of lightning. “Punish me with your cock, my Krol.” A trickle of pussy juice dripped down her leg. He kicked her feet farther apart and rested his gun-roughened hands on her hips, holding her in place. “You will not move.” He teased her pussy lips with his broad cock 30
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head and she swayed back, trying to push him inside her. “Be still, druzka.” He shook her and her breasts bounced. “Or I will fuck your ass.” Danielle clenched her ass, the thought of his big, vibrating cock rammed up her puckered hole pushing her dangerously close to orgasm. “Not without lube.” He pressed his thumb into her butthole, probing and exploring. “Yes.” With his thumb remaining up her ass, he drove his cock into her pussy. She cried out, rocking against the car, her body impossibly full, her ass cheeks on fire. “I will fuck your ass.” He wiggled his fingers. “I feel my spicka inside you.” He felt along the thin membrane separating his thick thumb and his vibrating cock. “My Krol.” Danielle pleaded for movement, tormented by his stillness. Krol withdrew his thumb and fucked her in earnest, securing her hips with his big hands. He grunted, bending his knees, thrusting into her, taking her like they were savage beasts. She gripped the hood of the police cruiser, her knuckles white with the strain of not coming. He felt so good, so right. Every thrust of Krol’s huge cock brought twinges of stimulating pain. Each brush of his hips against her battered ass made her skin burn. The puppy barked to the rhythm of their coupling. Lightning flashed across the dark sky. Thunder rolled. She moaned, adding her noises to the symphony of sound. Krol pulled on her hair, the sharp sting forcing Danielle to raise her head. She stared into swirling green eyes, set in a ridged face similar to her lover’s, except the stranger was two shades of green with no black markings. “Alien…watching,” she panted as Krol drove his cock into her, ravaging her at a relentless pace. “Warrior Krol Nowak. The time interval for your mission has elapsed,” the alien informed him in a cold and haughty voice. “I. Am. Fucking,” Krol growled, ramming into her pussy faster and harder, unperturbed by their audience.
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“I will wait.” The green alien leaned back against Krol’s truck, crossed his wiry arms and watched them fuck, his countenance conveying cool interest. “Oh God.” Danielle held onto the hood, her thighs pinned to the police cruiser. Her breasts jiggled over the hard metal surface. “You’re letting him watch.” The stranger’s cock pressed against the fly of his green admiral’s outfit and she licked her lips, stimulated beyond any thoughts of modesty. “They watch,” Krol murmured into her ear, his deep rumble sending shivers of sensation over her skin. “No male will touch you.” He cupped her right breast in his big right hand and squeezed. “You are my female.” He adjusted his angle of entry, his cock rubbing against her clit with each thrust. She whimpered, her need reaching the level of pain. “Yes, my Krol.” The green alien’s gaze lowered to her hips. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” She begged shamelessly for more, for him to use her body. Krol slid his hand over her stomach. She was so close, so— He slapped her hairless mons, striking her clit with his index finger, and the pain broke her, splintering her mind into millions of tiny fragments. She screamed as she flung her body backward, impaling herself on his vibrating cock. Krol tilted his head to the raging skies and roared his satisfaction, his dominance exciting Danielle. She clenched down on his shaft, forcing his release, and he pumped load after load of hot, soothing cum into her aching pussy. As his thrusts slowed and Krol softened, he eased his bruising grip on her hips. The other alien remained hard, his face twisted with sexual frustration. Danielle’s cheeks heated with pride. Krol pulled away, his cock slipping from her body, and she missed their connection immediately. “We have courted. We have fucked. It is now the time interval to return to my planet.” All of her afterglow evaporated with his words. “What?” She turned to Krol. “You’re leaving me?” Her heart twisted. 32
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He smiled, his expression tender. “I am not…leaving you, my Danielle.” Krol circled the love bite on her neck. “You will return to Sila with me. We will be bound until termination.” He glanced over his shoulder at the brightly lit ramp protruding from a spaceship. And it had to be a spaceship. While they’d been fucking, the massive vessel had descended, flattened the trees underneath its rounded undercarriage, and she hadn’t heard a sound. It now floated half of a foot above the ground with no visible means of support and it was constructed of a metal she didn’t know existed. The matte-black finish sucked in all of the surrounding light, leaving a gaping void with the blurred edges concealing its true shape. He wants me to board that thing with him. Danielle stared at the spaceship and then stared at Krol. “After one day, you expect me to leave my job, my friends, my planet and follow you, a complete stranger, across the universe? Are you out of your greenand-black mind? You—oomph.” He tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her ass, ignoring her protests. “We are ready for departure.” “Warrior Krol Nowak.” The green prissy alien stepped in front of him, his tall, lean form no match for Krol’s bulky muscle. “You are cognizant of the regulations. Your druzka must agree to the departure.” “Yes,” Danielle crowed, expressing a satisfaction she didn’t feel. “I have a choice, and I choose to stay here on Earth.” Krol lowered her slowly, sliding her naked form along his. Their gazes met and she sucked in her breath. Bleak emotion was reflected in his face, his eyes as black as the sky above them. “You will choose Sila.” His lips pressed into a thin dark line. Danielle tilted her chin upward, placed her hands on her bare hips and issued her challenge. “Make me.”
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His body blurred as he bent, straightened and reached toward her, his movements quicker than her eyes could follow. “You will choose Sila.” Krol pressed the cool metal of her space gun’s muzzle against her forehead. They faced off against each other, two warriors, two lovers, fighting for different visions of the future. The puppy he’d given her whined at their feet, cocking his head from side to side, looking up at them. Her crushed roses scented the air. Krol’s left boot was planted on the flattened box of chocolates. Vulnerability softened his countenance. Danielle smiled sadly. “You won’t shoot me.” He sighed and his big, broad shoulders sagged. “You are correct.” Krol lowered the gun. “You are my druzka. I cannot harm you.” Danielle had won, but it was a joyless victory. “Then I choose Earth.” “Warrior Krol Nowak.” The prissy green alien tapped his large booted foot, impatient for Krol to leave Earth, to leave her. Danielle glowered at him before focusing her attention back on Krol. “Make me,” she whispered. She brushed her fingers over his chest ridges. He was so strong, so powerful. “Warrior Krol Nowak—” “No.” Krol swept his huge hand downward and scooped up the puppy. “You will choose Sila, my Danielle.” He pointed the space gun at the pit bull’s head. The puppy yipped excitedly and licked the barrel. He wagged his tail vigorously, shaking his small body. Krol pressed his nose against her pet’s, gazed into those big brown eyes and growled, the sound low and deep. The yipping stopped. The pit bull puppy turned his muzzle toward Danielle, tilted his head and whimpered pitifully, the sound pulling at her heart. She gritted her teeth. “Would you harm an innocent animal, my Krol?”
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“I would terminate for you, my Danielle.” Krol’s green-and-black eyes blazed, his face hard with determination. His legs were braced apart and his gun hand was steady as he rubbed slow, soothing circles into the puppy’s belly. Krol growled again. Her puppy rested his head woefully on his small paws and sighed as though all hope was lost, as though she’d failed him. She couldn’t fail him. “I choose Sila.” Danielle folded her fingers over the muzzle of the gun, forcing Krol to lower the weapon. “She chose Sila,” Krol announced loudly. The softer emotions were wiped from his face and he was once again the fierce warrior. “I have secured my druzka.” He barked to the puppy and released him. His co-conspirator jumped around his big boots, yipping with joy. What have I done? Danielle stepped back from Krol, unsettled by his quick transformation. He didn’t allow her retreat. He grabbed her by the waist and slung her over his shoulder. “I have completed my mission.” Krol slapped her bare ass, the pain awakening her to her new reality. “Your mission? I’m only a mission to you?” Danielle fumed, kicking and punching him as he headed with her toward the painfully bright light. “You are a critical mission. Together, we will produce many offspring, ensuring the continuation of my lineage.” He stomped up a ramp lined with aliens looking similar to him. They smiled and cheered and clapped each other on their shoulders, the puppy barking elatedly at the commotion. “Hell no!” Danielle yelled, pounding Krol’s back ridges with her fists. “I choose Earth! I choose Earth!” The ramp folded up behind them.
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Chapter Three “To Warrior Krol Nowak!” Fixer Vern Zajac raised his tankard of Silan ale. His stance was unsteady and the liquid spilled over the rim. The other males in the sustenance-consumption sector cheered. Krol nodded his acknowledgement, holding his head high with pride. Warrior Miar Najazd, the second best Silan warrior and his closest friend, grinned. “That you, without diplomatic connections, have secured your druzka gives us all hope.” “The council delayed the mission for an excessive time interval, yet they could not deny me.” Krol drank from his tankard, wincing at the strong taste of the ale. “I am the best warrior.” “Your druzka is a fierce warrior.” Envy colored Warrior Miar Najazd’s voice. “She is the best Earth warrior.” A heat spread in Krol’s chest. His pitcher of ale had been consumed. He pushed away from the table, his single-ass support scraping along the floor. “I must fuck my druzka, filling her with my warrior seed.” The words spilled from his lips unfiltered. Another cheer rocked the transport vessel’s sustenance-consumption sector. “Warrior Krol Nowak.” Fixer Vern Zajac staggered to Krol’s side, his coworkers helping him remain upright. “We present you with a celebratory gift from the ship Fixers.” He held out a small jar. “I thank you.” Krol accepted the jar. He removed the lid and sniffed. The gel smelled of dead animal skins.
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“It is lube,” Fixer Vern Zajac proclaimed proudly. The other Fixers, clad in their distinctive blue uniforms, nodded eagerly. “We will observe the fucking of your druzka’s ass.” He paused and his smile dimmed. “From our sleeping chambers.” Finally I will fuck my Danielle’s ass. Krol secured the jar to his garment. His spicka gyrated in anticipation and his joy spilled over. “You will watch from my sleeping chamber.” The males grinned and their eyes swirled with lust. Krol turned to his friend. “Warrior Miar Najazd?” The warrior’s gaze flicked over the many Fixers gathered around them. “I will watch from my vacant sleeping chamber.” Krol nodded. His sleeping chamber would be crowded with stimulated males. “Come,” he barked to the Fixers, gesturing for them to follow him as he stalked down the corridor. They neared his sleeping chamber and his Danielle’s angry words echoed down the corridor, her voice loud and shrill and strong. “You will watch. You will not touch,” he reminded the aroused and rowdy males. “If you touch my female, I will terminate you.” Ridged heads bobbed in agreement. Krol braced his body for a verbal attack and pressed his palm to the wall panel. The door slid open with a hiss. “About time, you inconsiderate ignoramus.” His Danielle struggled against her restraints. Her arms and legs were tied to the four corners of the sleeping support. “Because if you don’t let me go this very instant, I’m going to slice off your cock and stuff it up your ass.” Their newly acquired canine punctuated her curses with sharp, nonsensical barks. Although Krol had previously explained the tactic wasn’t feasible, the four-legged warrior continued to snap at the window, attempting to catch the passing luminous balls of plasma.
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“Great. You’ve brought the whole freaky gang with you.” His Danielle glowered at the Fixers crowded around her spread legs. Her pussy lips were open to their perusal, the delicate skin glistening with lubricating fluid. “Is that your mission? To get the entire ship off?” Her leg muscles rippled as she strained to close her thighs. She could not. Krol grinned. He had restrained her adequately. “If they touch me…” His Danielle huffed, her fingers twisting around her bindings. “No males will touch you,” Krol bellowed, incensed by the thought. “You are mine!” She eyed him with great suspicion. He held her gaze, anger radiating from him. “Well, okay then.” She quieted, her body dipping toward the sleeping support. The canine warrior, designated by his Danielle as “Puppy”, bounded toward them. He yipped joyous greetings, the flexible appendage at the rear of his torso sweeping back and forth. “Canine warrior,” Krol barked, releasing his irritation upon the beast. “Retire to your quarters.” The canine tilted his head and stared up at him with woeful eyes. He whined a protest, promising to protect them. “Now.” Krol pointed toward the small inner chamber. Puppy cast him a sullen look and slunk away, his appendage dragging on the metallic floor. The Fixers gathered around his Danielle buzzed with excitement. “I will verify.” Fixer Vern Zajac bent over and peered closer at his druzka’s exposed pussy. Krol stepped toward the male, his fists clenched, ready to terminate him if he dared to touch her. “Yes. She is hairless.” The males murmured their disappointment. “Because I’m not an orangutan, you perverts,” his Danielle yelled, her cheeks flushed with pigment. Fixer Vern Zajac retreated with much haste and Krol chuckled at his warrior female’s ferocity.
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He proudly took his rightful place between her legs. “Silence.” Krol slapped her bare thigh. “She is hairless, but she is smooth and soft,” he defended his druzka, placing his hand on her bare mons, relishing the feel of her skin. “I am not soft.” She flashed her dazzling blue eyes. “Touch me again and I’ll…” He raised his facial ridges at her incomplete threat. “You will do nothing.” Krol swatted her thigh, leaving a red handprint on her skin. She gasped and her pussy gushed with cream. “You cannot fight me.” He tugged on her ankle restraints. “You cannot move. You are my female to protect and my female to utilize” He yanked down his warrior garment, freeing his spicka. She watched him with wide eyes, her observation exciting him. “And I will utilize you, my Danielle.” He teased her with his tip, dipping his flesh into her moisture. “In your—” Krol thrust into his Danielle, filling her completely, and her wet heat enveloped his spicka. She screamed and lifted into him, bumping her hips against his. Sladky matka. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to spill his seed. Fabric rustled behind him and Krol looked over his shoulder. The Fixers had shed their blue garments, the material pooled around their boots as they watched them, their spickas in their hands. “They watch.” Krol grinned at his Danielle. “They’re doing more than watching.” She pushed upward, taking more of his shaft into her small body, and he groaned, reveling in her snug embrace. “They’re working their wangs like they’ve never seen a pussy before.” Krol rocked into her, slowly sliding his spicka between her pussy walls. “They fuck only simulators. Simulators are sensitive.” He frowned, relieved that he no longer required simulators for sexual release. “I bite them. They cry.” Danielle’s lips curled upward. “Human males are sensitive too. I bite them. They cry.” She sighed, her firm breasts rising and falling. “I thought you were going to fuck me, my Krol. This touchy feely crap isn’t fucking.” 39
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He glowered at her, irked by her criticism of his fucking skills. “You will endure any tactic I employ, my Danielle.” He increased the intensity of his thrusts, rocking the sleeping unit with his fervor, pounding her pussy into submission. “Oh. Oh. Oh.” She pulled on her restraints, arching upward to meet each stroke. “Fuck her harder,” a Fixer shouted as he fisted his spicka. “Harder!” “Harder!” another Fixer joined the chanting. Soon, all were cheering him on, pumping their spickas to their war cries. Like a true warrior, Krol took up their challenge, ravaging his Danielle harder and harder, his veins pumping with exhilaration of battle. He wielded his spicka like a fist, punching into her pussy, landing blow after blow inside her besieged body. She was defenseless against his assault, her limbs bound, her breathing harsh and ragged. “My Krol! My Krol!” She cried her surrender, rising toward him, giving him her body as an erotic peace offering. “My Danielle!” He added his triumphant cries to her sounds of passion and emptied his seed into her pussy. The males yelled their own release, splattering loads of white spunk on the metallic floor. Krol’s hips jerked once, twice, three times without his authorization, and he stilled, a calm settling upon him as though he had returned to a rare place of refuge. He stroked his Danielle’s hips and gazed upon her with wonder and gratitude, a heat settling low in his chest. “To Warrior Krol Nowak!” Fixer Vern Zajac shouted, and a round of congratulatory responses followed, the drunken males slapping Krol on his shoulder ridges. He reluctantly left the ecstasy of his druzka’s pussy, the recycled sleeping chamber air cooling his spicka, and he turned to accept their good wishes. “Like I did nothing?” his Danielle muttered. She remained restrained, her legs spread and his seed glistening on her flesh.
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“You are Warrior Danielle Nowak,” he consoled his disgruntled mate. “My victory is your victory.” She narrowed her eyes as though she attempted to terminate him with her visual system. “What does that mean? I’m not your equal?” “We are not equal.” He chuckled at the absurd thought. “You are a warrior. I am the best warrior.” Her blue eyes blazed with anger and he rushed to explain, “Your spirit is strong. Only your body is inferior. You are small and unprotected by body ridges, and you lack night-vision capabilities.” “My body is inferior?” She increased her volume with each word. “You fart smeller,” she yelled, shaking with fury. “I’m surprised you want to abduct my inferior ass.” His Danielle clenched her restrained hands into small fists. Krol covered her slender fingers with his, stimulated by her passion and rough sex talk. “I will fuck your inferior ass.” He lowered his gaze. “The angle is incompatible for entry.” He extracted a knife from his boot and slashed through her restraints. She fell. He caught her before she touched the sleeping support. “Let. Me. Go.” She squirmed and kicked and punched. He flipped her over easily. “You sadistic monster.” Her knee connected with his hard spicka and Krol groaned, doubling over in pain while tightening his hold on her. “Warrior Krol Nowak, do you require assistance?” A Fixer rushed to his side, reaching out with his healing hands. “My Krol!” His Danielle recoiled from the approaching male and wrapped her naked body around Krol’s torso. “Do not touch her,” he snarled, baring his teeth and rattling his ridges. The Fixer snatched his hands back. “Leave us.” Krol turned and huddled over her tiny form, placing his body protectively between the males and his druzka. The males exited their sleeping chamber, apologizing profusely. Krol ignored them, focusing his full attention on his Danielle. She curled up in his lap, clinging to his arms, and stared at him with wide eyes. Her body shook, her skin rubbing against his. 41
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“I will protect you, my Danielle.” Krol carefully rested his forehead ridges against her smooth skin, brushing the tips of their noses. As their breaths mingled, he tasted the bitter flavor of her fear, and a killing rage clutched him, arresting all of his cognitive functions. She is mine. His Danielle touched his face, tracing his angles with her delicate fingertips, and petted his skin, calming him with her caresses. His chest warmed as Krol’s rage flowed into an emotion he had no name for. As the feelings originated with his Danielle, he released them back into her care, brushing his lips with hers, soothing the reddened flesh with his tongue. They kissed with a slow, evocative tenderness, finding their strength in each other. “You…” She took a deep breath, the rise of her chest brushing her curves against his arm. “You must think I’m scared and weak.” She glared at him in challenge. “I’m not. I simply overreacted, that’s all. I know he wouldn’t have hurt me because he’s your friend, but we had rules, and following the rules is important because if one rule is broken, so is trust.” She tilted her chin upward. Although he couldn’t decipher all of her word sharing, Krol understood the source of her fear. “No male will touch you, my Danielle,” he reassured her. He stroked her spine. The spot was soft and pleasing to the touch, but it was also devoid of hard bone, and vulnerable to attack. “I will keep you safe.” “I could keep myself safe if I had a gun,” his Danielle grumbled. Krol grinned. “I give you a weapon. You terminate me.” He hugged her closer to him. “Likely.” She laughed, and the tightness inside him loosened. “But you deserve it, talking about me being a mission and my inferior ass.” His Danielle coupled her false frown with sparkling eyes. “Not talking about your inferior ass.” Krol rolled her onto the sleeping unit until she was positioned face down, her back toward him. “I will fuck your inferior ass.” He 42
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My big, protective alien has lube. Danielle smiled at his excitement, and she pushed up onto her knees and elbows. “Slather that lube on my ass, my Krol.” She slanted her ass up toward him, giving him access to more of her body. “Make my hole as wet and slippery as my pussy.” He carefully spread her ass cheeks and the cool bedroom air flowed over her skin. The arousing scent of leather tickled her nostrils as he oiled her crease and teased her rim. “Stick your finger in there,” she coached her cautious alien. “I want to feel you right up my ass.” He inserted his index finger and she moaned, feeling every knuckle ridge. “Yes. That’s it. Pump me. Stretch me. Prepare me for your cock.” “You are small, my Danielle.” His voice was edged with despair and excitement. “So very small.” Krol fingerfucked her, adding more and more lube until he slid in easily. Then he added a finger, stretching her even more. His fingers were thick and calloused and alien, unlike anything she’d ever had up her ass. She reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy as he worked her butthole. “My Danielle.” His breathing grew as ragged as hers. “Don’t you dare come yet,” she warned him. “I want your cum in my ass.” She arched into his hand. “Squirt lube on that monster cock and feed it slowly to me. No thrusts or you’ll tear me apart.” “I will not damage you, my Danielle,” he promised, testing her tight hole with his broad cock head. God. He’s huge. “Slowly.” She clenched the bedcovers in her fingers, trying to relax as he pushed into her, her body resisting his invasion. “Slowly.” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from whimpering.
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“We are not compatible.” He stopped, his cock head splitting her ass in half, the burn excruciating. “We are, my Krol, so give me your damn cock.” She kept her face turned forward, knowing if he saw her expression of pain, he’d never take her ass, and she desperately needed him inside her. He pushed and pushed and pushed until he passed the ring of resistance and the torturous slide eased in intensity. “My Danielle.” He groaned, sinking balls deep into her ass, his vibrating shaft sending stimulating tremors throughout her body. “My observation was erroneous. Your ass is superior to all other asses.” Danielle smiled smugly. “Even yours?” She was stuffed, filled with hard alien male. “Yes.” Krol caressed her ass cheeks, exploring her with his fingertips. “I cannot fuck my own ass.” His cock pulsed with short, steady palpitations inside her. “Hmmm…” She swayed back on him, pushing him in deeper, testing the snug fit. “You feel good.” Butt-tingling pleasure surpassed pain. “And you’ll feel even better if you move.” Krol made a disgruntled noise that was half groan, half growl and all horny male. “Silence.” He cuffed her right butt cheek, his palm rough and warm and heavy. “You converse excessively.” He rocked into her with a gentle, lazy rhythm, gliding his cock head in and out of her puckered hole. “Fuck you, Krol,” she taunted him. “Your Krol.” He slapped her ass, the sting drawing moisture from her empty pussy. “I am your Krol.” She arched her back, lifting her flesh for more punishment. “And I fuck you.” He heated her skin with his hand as he thrust into her harder and faster, the rub of his hips against her curves adding even more sweet pain. “You do not fuck me.” “We’ll see about that.” She pushed her ass backward, driving herself onto his cock. “Oh, yeah.” She laughed, embracing the burn. “I’m fucking you now, aren’t I?”
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“No.” Krol lowered his chest to curtail her movements. He wrapped one hand around her torso while bracing his weight with the other. She was trapped, caged by his muscular body, and she trembled with excitement. “I fuck you, my Danielle.” He cupped and squeezed her breasts with his rough fingers. He ravaged her ass with long, hard strokes while she surged back and bucked upward, forcing him to subdue her more forcefully. He did so easily because he was bigger and stronger, a fierce alien warrior, worthy of restraining her, worthy of restraining her forever. Danielle froze. Why am I thinking of Krol and forever? He grazed her shoulder blade with his razor-sharp teeth and swayed her body with his thrusts, flooding her body with sensation, and she left all thinking behind. There was no forever. There was only now, with him over her, his cock splitting her ass in two, his hard ridges grinding against her skin and his big hand on her left breast. “Harder. Oh my Krol. Harder.” She panted, a breath-stealing orgasm winding around her body. She’d never before come from anal sex, but she’d never before had Krol up her ass, plunging his big, vibrating cock into her, bouncing his hairless balls against her wet pussy. “My Danielle.” He grunted, driving forward harder, his shaft movements growing frantically faster. “My Danielle.” He pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger and she screamed, both her pussy and her ass convulsing with an acute sharpness. Krol twisted her abused flesh, adding more delicious pain as he came, bellowing her name. Another wave of pleasure rolled over her. “Fuck.” She collapsed upon the funky space bed, her brain depleted of any other words. His cock slipped from her ass, yet Danielle’s connection to him remained. “Fuck,” he repeated as he sprawled out beside her. “My Danielle.” Krol gathered her to him and rested his chin in the curve of her shoulder. His warm breath wafted against her skin and his chest ridges gently brushed against her back. 45
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They lay in companionable silence, and in his arms, Danielle felt safe and secure and peaceful. Peace is an illusion, her mother’s voice echoed in her mind. The emotion surrounding me is an illusion. You are a critical mission. Her spine stiffened as she remembered his careless words. I’m merely a mission for him, a way for him to ensure the continuation of his species. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t care. “Why me, my Krol?” She turned to face him. Her warrior’s swirling black-andgreen eyes were half-closed and his chin was lax, not a single concern etched in his strong countenance. “Why did you abduct me? Was it because I was the first woman you saw?” Oh God. Please say no. Krol raised his head and frowned, his lips black and severe. “You are my Danielle.” He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His coarse fingertips lingered over the curve of her cheek, sending tremors of sensation over her skin. “But what makes me your Danielle?” She pressed for the answer she needed, yet dreaded. “What makes me special?” She placed her trembling palms flat on his chest ridges, his body heat strengthening her resolve. Krol stared at her with his forehead ridges condensed, as if he was trying to decipher what she asked. He doesn’t understand. Danielle sighed, frustrated by the gap in communication. He— “I observed a recording posted on your World Wide Web communications system,” Krol explained. “A human male terminated a canine warrior without justification. He then aimed the primitive weapon toward his own offspring.” Her alien lover glowered and his eyes turned pitch-black. Danielle gazed at him with awe, enthralled by his intensity. “You risked termination, placing your fragile body between the weapon and the offspring.” “I lived.” Although she’d thought she wouldn’t. Danielle closed her eyes, reliving the moment. Her heart pounded. Her hands curled into fists. “The dog survived also.”
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“You will not risk termination again, my Danielle.” Krol cupped her face between his big hands. “I will protect our offspring. You are a warrior. I am the best warrior,” he declared proudly. Danielle glared at him. “You are a—” He placed his finger over her lips. A loud whine came from the adjoining room. “Puppy.” Krol issued a series of short barks. Small feet padded on the floor’s metallic surface. “He tires of his solitude,” he explained. The bed dipped as the pit bull puppy joined them. He bounced toward Krol, his tail wagging enthusiastically. When he reached his master, Puppy licked his green-andblack ridged face all over with his big, sloppy tongue. Her strong, fierce alien laughed, his mouth stretching into a goofy smile, and that part of Danielle she’d been keeping cold and reserved melted. The two males exchanged barks as they wrestled around on the bed. Puppy nipped at Krol’s fingers and toes and ridges. Krol counterattacked, using a slender fraction of his speed and strength, his taunting taps leaving no bruises on her much smaller pet. He’d make a good dad. As soon as that wistful thought formed, Danielle banished it from her mind. Concentrate on the here and now. Leave forever for tomorrow. Alien and dog played until a subdued Puppy flopped down at their feet, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “His energy levels require restoring.” Krol grinned at her. Danielle raised a hand to her mouth, covering her yawn. “Mine do too.” She wiggled closer to his big body, snuggling into his angles, his body seductively warm. “Restore your energy levels, my Danielle.” Krol wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to him. “I will protect you.”
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Chapter Four “I feel naked.” Danielle ignored the males lining the corridors, staring at her. Although they were as brightly colored as her lover, none of them were as tall or as strong or as badass. “Look at you,” she told Krol as they walked. “Now look at me.” She pulled at her skintight space dominatrix outfit, the breastplate digging into her side. “What am I missing?” “I look at you always, my Danielle.” Krol’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. Over the last four days, he’d been relaxed and frisky, but that attitude had changed this morning. He was back to being dour and grim and a bit frightening. “And you are missing a spicka.” “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” She rolled her eyes. “Why do you have guns and daggers and other goodies and I have nothing? You say I’m a warrior. Well, warriors have weapons.” A door to a room she hadn’t yet explored slid open. “I should at least have—” She stopped short, and Krol bumped her forward. An alien with Krol’s black-andgreen coloring sat on a silver metallic space chair, the flimsy-looking seat positioned in the middle of the room. Sprawled over the male’s lap was Danielle’s identical twin. She was naked and crying, and her ass cheeks were red. The alien paused in mid-spank. “Warrior Krol Nowak. Warrior Danielle Nowak.” He gave them a curt nod. Danielle gazed up at Krol and she took his hand, curling her fingers around his big palm. “My Krol,” she cautioned. To her surprise, her possessive warrior’s grin widened. “Observe, my Danielle. Warrior Miar Najazd strikes Simulator Danielle’s ass. She cries.” His alien buddy gave the computer woman’s ass a wallop and she cried out. “Too hard, my Miar. I am fragile.” Big, juicy tears dripped down her cheeks. “What the hell?” Danielle gazed at her wimpy twin in horror. 48
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Krol laughed. “Observe, Warrior Miar Najazd.” He swung Danielle into the air and she shrieked, clutching his arms. “Fabricate ass support.” He sat down with her on the newly formed chair. “Let me go, you insensitive moose turd.” She struggled, slugging him in the calves as he arranged her over his lap, her ass up. “I’ll shoot your—” He slapped her leather-covered ass cheeks, the sound ricocheting in the room. A stimulating heat spread over her flesh. “I strike my Danielle’s ass. She—” “Elbows you in the stomach.” Danielle jabbed Krol hard and he doubled up. “May I soon have your good fortune, Warrior Krol Nowak.” The alien laughed and shoved his simulator girlfriend away from him. The spineless shell of a woman fell to the floor, whining and crying. “The chamber is yours.” He walked out, completely naked, his huge cock swinging between his legs like a police baton. “You let him fuck a simulation of me?” Danielle pushed away from her big warrior and circled the woman, anger, humiliation and disappointment warring for dominance inside her. No male touches me, my ass. She snorted. The computer woman kneeled, her tears mysteriously erased, her head lowered in a subservient stance. “Simulator Danielle is not my Danielle.” Krol shrugged, his expression unconcerned, as he laid out his weapons on a floating table. Danielle cupped the woman’s chin, raising her face. “She looks like me.” She touched the fake Danielle’s cheeks. “She feels like me.” She sniffed, smelling cinnamon gum and moist pussy. “She smells like me.” She folded her arms, disgruntled with her clone. “If her personality was reprogrammed, we’d be identical.” “She does not look like you, my Danielle.” Krol calmly cleaned his weapons, polishing them with a fabric square. “When I look at her, I feel no heat here.” He tapped his chest. Danielle stared at him. “You feel heat in your chest when you look at me?”
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“And when you smile, and when you fight me, and when we fuck. The Fixers cannot fix this damage.” More weapons appeared on the table, arranged from smallest to largest. “It has not reduced my abilities. I remain the best warrior.” Danielle smiled at his casual arrogance. “You love me, you big fool,” she teased. She sat down in his lap and placed her hands on his shoulder ridges. Krol scowled. “The love emotion is not recognized on Sila.” He reloaded one of his space guns with bright-yellow bullets. “Ahhh…” Danielle nodded, admiring the Silan emotion avoidance strategy. “I don’t recognize the love emotion either, and if we don’t recognize it, it doesn’t exist.” He switched guns and continued reloading, his arms around her. “So why are we here?” She studied her surroundings. There wasn’t much to look at. The walls were stark and bare and the furniture consisted of two chairs and a floating table. “Are we having a threesome with Little Miss Priss?” The simulated Danielle remained seated on the floor with her feet tucked under her bare ass, her nipples soft and smooth despite the cool temperature of the room. “You’re quite the kinky bastard, my Krol.” Krol raised his head and met her gaze, his green-and-black eyes swirling with questions. “I do not understand the word threesome.” “The three of us fuck,” Danielle explained. Krol looked at the computer woman, looked at her and then looked down at his groin. He lifted the ridge above his eyes. “You fuck her and then me, or she eats my pussy while you fuck my ass or mouth, or— ” “She will not touch you!” Krol roared, his possessiveness making a thrilling appearance, and a rush of warmth flowed to Danielle’s pussy.
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“But you want to touch her.” She studied Simulator Danielle, struggling to rein in her own jealousy. “I suppose she’s like a sex toy. She doesn’t have feelings. And you clearly don’t care for her or you wouldn’t let your friend fuck her.” “Mission simulator program end.” The woman faded from view. “When I fuck, I fuck only you, my Danielle.” Krol squeezed her ass with one big hand. “But.” He sighed. “No fucking now. Target simulator program begin.” An outline of a giant red ant appeared on the far wall. Krol nudged Danielle to her feet and he picked up a gun. Target practice. Yes! “Are we squashing bugs?” Danielle followed him to the center of the room, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Do I get my own space gun?” “This is yours.” Krol handed her his gun, but he didn’t release it. “Wait. I help you shoot.” “What?” Danielle glowered at him, insulted by his offer. “Give me that.” She yanked it out of his hands. “I’m a cop. I can shoot a gun by myself.” Krol folded his arms. “Then shoot, little warrior.” She positioned herself, trying to ignore him and the nerves fluttering in her stomach. You graduated top of your class. You can do this, Officer Danielle. “For your information, I’m not little. I’m tall.” “For a human female,” he muttered. She sucked back her retort and concentrated on the target. A bullet in the giant ant’s head would kill him, but she lowered her gun a couple of inches. A bullet in the gut should blow him to pieces. She tapped the green button. The kickback flung her across the room and she screeched as she slammed against the padded wall, the impact jarring her entire body. “Are you damaged, my Danielle?” Krol kneeled beside her and touched her back and skull, looking for injuries. His green-and-black eyes swirled with concern.
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Soft emotions a soldier shouldn’t feel flooded her chest. “Did I get him?” Danielle glanced around Krol’s big body. “I did.” The target was splattered with yellow. “Right in the chest!” “Only an assault to the head will terminate a Mravenec warrior, my Danielle, and as you did not terminate your foe, he will have sufficient life source to terminate you.” Krol snatched the gun from her numb fingers. “Your weapon requires fixing due to your reduced body mass.” “Shoot him in the head. Got it.” Danielle stood, groaning as her muscles protested the movement. Krol handed her the gun. Again. She pushed past her agony, aimed and fired. The decreased kickback jolted her shoulder, but she remained standing…barely. “Son of a bitch.” Danielle shook her fingers, sharp shards of pain running up her arm. “More fixing.” Krol stood close to her as he fiddled with the gun, his chest ridges brushing against her back, his heat warming her skin. God. She breathed in, smelling leather and man and gunpowder. I want him. “I nailed the big ant in the head though.” “Yes.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “Your aim has high accuracy.” “Thank you.” Her cheeks heated at his compliment. As Krol passed the gun to her, she caressed his fingers, stroking his rough knuckles. “Coming from the best warrior, that gives me a warm fuzzy.” Danielle shot him a saucy smile and turned toward the target. She carefully aimed, determined to maintain his respect, and she fired. The bullet splattered across the ant’s face. There was no pain, only the pleasure of a shot wellplaced. “Perfect.” “Yes,” he agreed. She turned her head. Krol wasn’t looking at the target. He gazed at her hungrily, an expression of haunting want coloring his tough countenance. “My Krol.” She stroked her gun as she wanted to stroke him.
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He followed the movement of her hands, back and forth, back and forth. Raw, hungry desire stretched between them. “My Krol.” Her voice lilted into a plea. She needed him so much. “No.” He shook his head, his ridges rattling. “No fucking.” He took the gun from her, grabbing it by the barrel, avoiding her fingers. He replaced the cartridge and tucked her gun into a strap on her skintight leather suit. “Fixing weapons.” Krol placed another gun in her hands. It was larger, heavier. She lifted the weapon. Heavier guns usually meant increased firepower. Danielle looked at the target and then back at the wall she’d slammed into. She returned her gaze to the gun. “Ummm…” Krol crossed his massive arms and lifted the ridge above his swirling eyes. Damn. He’ll make me ask. Danielle sucked up her pride. “My Krol.” The arrogant bastard grinned at her. “Could you brace me, please?” “These are my weapons, my Danielle.” Krol positioned his big body behind her. She sucked in her breath as his hardness pressed against her ass cheeks. He placed his hands over hers on the gun. “I am large. You are small.” She leaned back, savoring his touch, his heat and his scent. “You’re letting me use your guns?” Danielle allowed him to guide her. “They are the best,” he said gruffly. His breath tousled her hair and tickled her ear. “The trigger is here.” Krol tapped his thumb on the side of the gun. The impact tossed her back into his muscular form, impaling her ass onto the ridge in his leather pants. “Sladky matka, my Danielle.” He dragged his mouth down her neck. She tilted her head, silently begging for more. “I wish to fuck you always.” “No fucking,” she reminded him, her voice thin with passion. “Fixing weapons.” “Yes.” Krol’s face hardened with determination and he stepped away from her. She gritted her teeth in frustration. “Fixing weapons. I must protect you.” He slid a side lever closer to the grip. “The Mravenec warriors—”
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“Are they a threat?” she prompted, wanting to know the cause of his concern. “A warship is too close. They terminate all Sila.” He set the gun in her hands and helped guide her aim, as though the act of shooting weapons eased his anxiety. “They will not terminate you, my Danielle. I will protect you.” She pressed the trigger button. The kickback pushed her body into his. “And I will protect you, my Krol.” “I need no protection.” Krol smiled. “I am the best warrior.” He slid the lever a fraction of an inch. “Even the best warriors need backup sometimes.” She touched the dog tags hanging around her neck. I won’t fail him as others failed my mom. Danielle aimed, intent on her goal, and fired. The yellow paint bullet splattered over the fire ant’s red face. “Perfect.” She found an empty strap on her dominatrix outfit that fit the bigger gun and holstered it. “Do I get daggers too? I’m skilled at hand-to-hand.” She landed a mock blow to Krol’s neck, demonstrating her prowess. Her alien warrior laughed. “You would be terminated, my Danielle. You are small and the Mravenec warriors have many hands.” He gestured to the outline of the ant. “You will utilize guns.” Krol replaced the larger gun’s cartridge without removing it from the holster. “The daggers, as you refer to them, will not be utilized.” He handed her a small dagger. “What is this?” Danielle wrinkled her nose with disgust. “I can handle the big knives, my Krol.” “It is not for use.” His cheeks darkened. “It is a first kill dagger. Sacred.” He bent down and strapped a dagger to her thigh. “A first kill dagger.” She turned the blade, the metallic substance reflecting the light. “Your first kill dagger?” Krol nodded. “And you’re giving it to me?” He didn’t answer, focusing on the dagger strap, tying and untying it.
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He gave me a dagger he’s saved for years. Oh God. What is he doing to me? “And what did you kill?” Danielle forced the lightness in her voice. “A zizala.” She raised her eyebrow, and he explained. “A tubular beast, no appendages, straight.” He flattened his hand. No appendages. “Like a snake or worm?” Her lips twitched. He drew himself up to his full intimidating height and glared down at her. “A big worm with many teeth.” He held his fingers up to his mouth, demonstrating, and she choked back a laugh. “I was small. This size.” He rested his palm on the top of her head. “Ha. Ha.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not that small.”
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He raised his zbran and she sucked his spicka into her hot mouth, moving with him as he pulled the trigger. The arousing combination of weapon use and mouth fucking clawed at his warrior controls. “My Danielle.” He didn’t follow the path of the bullet. All of his attention was on her. She released him with a loud pop. “Again.” Her command was sharp and demanded action. He aimed the gun once more, gritting his teeth with the descent of her mouth, her tongue sliding over his shaft, her soft hands, warmed by the zbran, cupping his varles. Krol shot bullet after bullet mindlessly as she licked and sucked, tormenting him with her tongue and lips. He groaned, his restraint cracking under the suction of her wet mouth. “I must fuck you, my Danielle.” Krol dropped to his knees beside her, the air filled with the scent of zbrans and sex. “I must—” The chamber’s lighting flashed red. A siren wailed. “Lejno.” Attack. Krol jumped to his feet and yanked his garment upward, the leather flattening his erect spicka. My mate is threatened. He raced to the table and strapped guns and daggers onto his body. “What is it?” His Danielle, his warrior female, drew one of her guns. She was so small and soft and fragile. Krol’s chest tightened with fear. “The ship is under attack.” He clasped her empty hand and tugged her forward, the warmth in her palm reassuring him. “We must return to the sleeping chamber. There, I can better protect you.” “Hell no!” Her pale face flushed with outrage. “Forget that hiding bullshit. We have to protect the others.” They exited the simulator chamber. “The others—” He stopped. The canine warrior ran toward them.
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“Hey there, Puppy.” His Danielle patted the beast on his head. The appendage she called a tail moved from side to side. “How did you get out?” She looked up at him, her eyes wide with the realization he’d already come to. “Krol, that he’s here means…” “Yes.” Crew hurried along the corridor, dressed for battle. Krol breathed in deeply, smelling war and death. The intoxicating combination no longer filled him with anticipation. He glanced at his Danielle and his heart filled with dread. “Return to the simulator chamber, with haste!” He pushed her inside. The canine warrior jumped around them, relaying news of the attack upon their sleeping chamber with short, loud barks. “Your friends need—” “They come for you, my Danielle.” Krol sealed the door. The lights flickered. Lejno. He moved faster. “Puppy tells me no other sleeping chambers were searched.” He ushered his Danielle toward the far wall. “The Mravenec dare not attack your planet. They cannot attack Sila. Instead, they attack Sila’s future.” The main lights ceased functioning, leaving the dim glow of the emergency illumination. “Or the bastards are here for you.” His Danielle glowered darkly, her blonde hair draped like a golden ring of vengeance around her beautiful face. “If that’s the case, I’ll blast their asses into space.” “Fabricate barrier,” Krol instructed. Nothing happened. “Lejno. They have disrupted fabrication.” He overturned the target simulation table, the bulletproof design creating an effective barrier. “Down.” He shoved his Danielle to her knees and he crouched beside her, shielding her with his body. He aimed toward the door, zbrans in both of his hands. Puppy snuggled between them, whining, his tail beating against the floor. His Danielle laid her hand on Krol’s arm. “So what’s the plan?” she whispered, gazing up at him, her eyes large and trusting. “I take the ants on the left and you take the ants on the right?”
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His stomach clenched with alarm. “I shoot. You do not shoot. You hide.” She narrowed her eyes and her cheeks grew bright with pigment. Krol kissed her sputtering lips. “If you are terminated, I am terminated, my Danielle.” “And what the hell do you think will happen to me, you great big goliath?” An alarming sheen covered her blue eyes. “Besides, warriors don’t hide, my Krol. We fight.” She raised her gun, peeking over the tabletop. “And I’m fighting. I’m going to blast some bugs,” his Danielle muttered under her breath. “There will be none of that reading their rights, innocent until proven guilty malarkey. I’m shooting on sight.” His druzka continued to word share, her voice soft, as they waited. Booms rocked the chamber. The door pounded again and again with blasts, the metal denting, denting, denting, until it fell to the floor. A terminated Silan warrior lay upon the metal, his eyes open and motionless, a hole where his internal organs should be. His Danielle gasped. The space filled with smoke. A larger Silan backed into the chamber, shooting frantically. A flaming bullet caught him in the face. Skin and flesh splattered. Krol grimaced. His Danielle flinched beside him. Mravenec feet clicked on the metallic floor and Krol readied his weapon. A red antenna appeared. Wait. Wait. Wait. His Danielle shot her zbran. Lejno. Too early. The bullet hit the wall and the Mravenec warrior pulled back, retreating. Krol gritted his teeth in frustration. The low murmur of Mravenec speak reached his hearing system. He tilted his head and counted voices. Sladky matka. Too many. He required assistance. Krol nudged his Danielle’s shoulder and held up numerous fingers. She nodded, her countenance losing pigment, and he grinned at her, attempting reassurance he didn’t feel. The enemy attacked in full force, streaming into the room from both sides of the entrance. Krol shot Mravenec face after Mravenec face. His Danielle shot a Mravenec in the chest and the impact threw his body back toward the others. “Fuck. Face. Gotta get them in the face, Officer Danielle.” Her next 58
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shot removed the Mravenec’s head. The red torso fell forward and the terminated warrior’s many arms twitched. Krol’s grin became genuine. His female was fierce and able. The unexplainable warmth spread in his chest. Puppy barked a warning as three Mravenec warriors surged toward him in a synchronized attack. Krol calmly shot one, dodged the return fire and then terminated the second. Pain burst in his left shoulder, hot and severely intense. He inhaled sharply, his zbran dropping from his useless fingers. Lejno! Utilizing the zbran in his right hand, he released a barrage of bullets on the remaining warrior until the chamber was empty and the Mravenec male was terminated. Krol retreated fully behind the table to reload. Puppy leapt onto his lap and licked his face enthusiastically. His Danielle was also reloading, jamming full cartridges into her gun. “My Krol.” She touched his unharmed shoulder. Her full lips flattened with concern. Her concern was for him. The warmth in his chest crept up his neck ridges. “Shoot, druzka,” Krol urged, self-disgust churning his stomach. If I was a better warrior… “Do not allow their advance.” He discarded the used cartridges and replaced them, the ritual focusing his emotion. “Right.” She shot and ducked, evading the flying bullets, her face smudged with dirt, yet beautiful and strong. “You can count on me, my Krol. I won’t let you down.” I should not have to count on my mate. Krol grunted and turned, joining her in their fight, shoulder to shoulder with the female he had crossed galaxies for. The onslaught of Mravenec warriors slowed, and hope sprang to life inside Krol. We have— A tall, lean warrior stormed into the chamber, his torso a red blur. He rolled and shot with an effortless grace, using the discarded single-ass support as a mobile shield, his other three arms holding advanced weaponry. “Lejno.” Krol concentrated his defenses on Mravenec’s top warrior.
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“The best fights the best, Warrior Krol,” his enemy boasted in his native language, and his pinchers stretched into a mocking smile. “Long have I waited for this battle.” “Your battle is with me, Mravenec.” Krol blasted at the single-ass support, denting the metal. “Allow my druzka to leave the chamber unharmed. She is a frail human female and no threat to the Mravenec race.” His Danielle terminated a lesser Mravenec with the ease of an experienced warrior, and Krol grimaced. “Is she no threat?” The Mravenec warrior laughed. “My Supreme Commander disagrees with your assessment, Silan. We cannot allow you to reproduce. She is to be terminated, as are you.” A killing rage swept over Krol. “You will not terminate my Danielle.” He aimed at his rival’s smirking face and fired a round of bullets. His shots were deflected off the metal single-ass support, the Mravenec’s multiple arms moving in a blur of motion. The tabletop bent under the counterattack, pushing Krol and his Danielle back against the wall. As Krol battled the warrior, his druzka terminated entering Mravenec foot soldiers until the flow slowed and stopped, the noise of the battle continuing outside the chamber. “Only one big bug left, my Krol,” his Danielle crowed with a triumph Krol didn’t feel. “Cover me.” Cover her? He frowned as he shot. What did— She rolled away from the protective table and repositioned behind the other singleass support, her smaller form shielded yet vulnerable. Puppy whined in protest, remaining huddled by Krol’s feet where his stubborn female should have also stayed. “My Danielle,” Krol yelled. He fired franticly at the Mravenec warrior. A bullet removed one of the enemy’s limbs, but that injury didn’t stop him from focusing on Krol’s female, his guns swinging in her direction.
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His Danielle grabbed the seat. “Oh, shit.” The heavy single-ass support didn’t move. “Oh shit. Oh shit.” Krol ran toward her with Puppy following. The first shot landed on the single-ass support seat and flung his Danielle backward. The second shot cracked her breastplate in two, leaving her soft, frail body completely exposed. His Danielle shot wildly. “My Krol.” Her whispered plea reached him through the thunder of gunfire and Krol flung himself into the air. “My Danielle!” She cannot be terminated. I must protect her. He twisted his body to shoot at the enemy. Pain burst in his gut. His Danielle screamed and an intolerable weight pushed down on his chest, squeezing the breath from his body. Krol slid, his back ridges scraping along the metal floor. He fired shot after shot at the approaching warrior. Puppy, their canine warrior, attacked, closing his jaws around one of the Mravenec warrior’s many arms, causing the male to shriek in agony and rendering his weapon unusable. The warrior shook and flailed. Puppy would not be removed. “You bastard.” His Danielle cursed their foe’s lineage. The Mravenec warrior turned his head in his Danielle’s direction, leaving his head unshielded, and Krol fired one last shot. Direct hit. His rival’s face blew into many pieces, his brain splattering on the wall, and he fell to the floor. Puppy pounced on his twitching form in triumph. “My Danielle.” Krol smiled weakly. She is safe. “My Krol.” She kneeled by his side. “Shit. You’re torn up bad.” His Danielle placed her cool hands over his wound. His blood flowed through her fingers, warming her skin. “Warrior down!” she yelled and he grimaced, her volume loud. “Medic! I need a medic!” “Fixer,” he corrected, gazing into her eyes. They had deepened to a dark blue. “I need a Fixer! A Fixer!”
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He heard her words as if they’d been spoken at a great distance. Sound rushed in his ears and blackness threatened to overcome him. He held death back, wishing for these last units of time with his druzka. “My Danielle.” “Warrior Krol Nowak.” Warrior Miar Najazd’s voice sliced through the humming. “The Mravenecs have been terminated.” His Danielle’s face was pale. She was so soft, so fragile, so in need of protection, and Krol had never felt this much pain, this much weakness. Warrior Miar Najazd appeared over her shoulder, his face blackened with the heat of battle. Warrior Miar Najazd, his friend and Sila’s number two warrior. Protect. My Danielle. Lejno. Krol placed his Danielle’s left hand in Warrior Miar Najazd’s outstretched palm. “Your Danielle.” He forced the words past his cold lips, feeling an agony deeper than any wound. Warrior Miar Najazd raised his forehead ridges, grave comprehension in his blackand-green eyes. “My Danielle.” “Your Danielle.” Krol released his hold on consciousness and slipped into the darkness. She was safe.
“What the hell?” Danielle snatched her hand away from the strange alien and placed her palm over Krol’s ridged fingers. “I’m your Danielle, my Krol, and I need a goddamn—” Two smaller aliens dressed in blue brushed against her, chattering in their own language, their faces animated. “Finally!” She stepped away from Krol to allow them room to work. “You assholes took your sweet fucking time.” Danielle reached for her discarded space gun, curling her fingers around the handle, comforted by the touch of cold metal against her skin. “He needs surgery. Right away. He’s bleeding badly.”
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The Fixers lifted Krol onto a floating stretcher. Danielle moved with him, resting her gunless hand on Krol’s big thigh. “You can fix him, right?” He was so cold, and his eyes, before they closed, had stopped swirling. That’s a bad sign. It has to be. “Because he can’t die. I won’t allow him to die.” Damn it. Danielle blinked back tears as she walked with him to the corridor. Soldiers don’t cry. You didn’t cry during Mom’s funeral. You won’t cry now. Krol needs you to be strong for him, to fight for him. “I want the best damn Fixer on the spaceship,” she declared. “Hell, on any surrounding spaceships. I—” Big hands clamped down on her shoulders, holding her back. “What the hell?” Danielle scowled up at Krol’s friend Miar. “Get your hands off me.” She twisted but she couldn’t get free. “I have to go with my Krol. He needs me.” “You are my Danielle.” Miar stuck his chin ridge out mulishly. “I will protect you.” “I am not your Danielle.” Relax, Officer Danielle. This is Krol’s friend. She took deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. Don’t kill him. He means well. She tapped her fingers on the handle of her space gun. “Your buddy Krol said that because he thinks he’s dying, but he isn’t dying.” Her voice broke. He can’t. I won’t let him die. I won’t. “He’s living for a long time, so release me or I’ll blast your ass into outer space.” Krol’s big boots disappeared from view and panic welled up inside her. “Let me go!” She struggled, leaning toward the doorway. If I lose sight of him, he’ll die. He will. “You are my Danielle,” Miar repeated, his voice cold and stern and unfeeling. “I am not your Danielle!” she yelled. “Ohhh…I don’t have the patience for this.” She clenched her jaw to keep from screaming. “For the last time, let me go. If you don’t, I’ll shoot your green-and-black ass, and I mean it. I will shoot you.” Miar said nothing. His grip on her shoulders tightened.
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“Fine.” Danielle lowered her gun, aimed for his ridged kneecap and then moved the muzzle slightly to the right. The warrior didn’t release her and Krol was being taken God knows where, to get God knows what kind of alien medical treatment. “We need a Fixer!” she shouted. She pressed the trigger button. It was a perfect shot, grazing the ridge and stripping off skin, leaving the bone unharmed. Miar bellowed and bent over to clutch his knee, his face contorting in pain. “Sorry!” Danielle flung the apology over her shoulder as she darted down the corridor, Puppy following her, his yips echoing her concern. He has to live. Krol has to live. He has to. She caught up with the Fixers conveying him. They turned their faces in her direction, their eyes widening. “No, no stopping.” Danielle waved her gun. “Don’t worry about the other warrior. Your priority is Krol, understand?” She glared at the aliens. “You have to fix him. There is no other alternative.”
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Chapter Five Soldiers don’t cry. Damn it. Danielle squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her tears to subside. Soldiers don’t cry. It had been three days and she remained by Krol’s bed. Needing to take action, any action, Danielle adjusted the muscle stimulators on his arms for the tenth time that hour and tugged the thin sheet over his body. Her alien lover lay scarily still except for the shallow dip of his chest as he breathed. He’ll get better. She took his hand. His palm is warmer, isn’t it? It is. It has to be. Puppy whined, the pitiful sound tugging at her already strained heartstrings. His small body was draped over her left boot, his stomach partially hiding the chew marks in the leather, and he stared up at her with big brown eyes, as if asking when Krol, his master, would awaken. “I don’t know, Puppy,” she whispered, unwilling to break the eerie quiet. Even the machines attached to Krol made no noise, creating a surreal dreamlike atmosphere. No, not dreamlike. She glanced at Krol. Nightmare-like. “We have to be patient and let him heal. The Fixers tell me it’s a wonder he’s alive.” “It is not a wonder.” Danielle straightened in her funky space chair as Krol’s friend Miar stepped through the gap in the curtain barrier, his smooth gait easing some of her guilt. They hadn’t spoken since she shot him in the knee. “Warrior Krol Nowak is Sila’s best warrior.” The alien didn’t meet her gaze. “And he is worthy of you, Warrior Danielle Nowak.” Miar took a deep breath and released it. His ridges rattled. “I am not.”
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“Geez, Louise.” She rolled her eyes at his dramatic statement. “That wasn’t why I shot you. Here. Have a seat.” Danielle patted the chair beside her. “And stop looming over me.” Miar sat and the chair groaned a protest. Puppy growled at him, baring his teeth. Miar growled a reply and Puppy backed up, positioning his wiggling ass between Danielle’s legs. “Are you done scaring my dog?” Danielle raised an eyebrow. The big warrior simply shrugged. “Warrior Miar Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Is, you seem like a great guy. You’re good-looking.” Miar’s face was achingly similar to Krol’s, yet not as handsome or rugged or…God, no one compared to Krol. “You’re the number two warrior. My Krol likes you.” “I have a big spicka,” Miar added. “Yes, you do.” Danielle shook her head. Males and their dicks. “And it vibrates. That will help you with the ladies. Just not with this lady.” She ignored the fear bubbling up within her, and she pushed forward, needing to say the words out loud. “Your buddy Krol has my heart. I love the big goof.” Miar condensed his forehead ridges in the same manner Krol did when he hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. “When I look at my Krol, I feel heat here.” Danielle touched her chest, her fingertips resting on her mother’s dog tags. “When he looks at me, he feels the same heat.” “You are damaged.” Miar’s eyes swirled with concern. “It is a good damage, a happy damage.” She patted his arm, trying to reassure him, and he flinched. “We call it love, and when you find the woman you’re meant to be with, you’ll feel the same way, and you won’t want anyone else, no matter what happens.” “The human love emotion is not rational.” Miar pursed his lips. “If Warrior Krol Nowak had been terminated, you would need protection.”
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If Krol had died… He could still die. Fear coursed through her, and Danielle clenched her fists, fighting the urge to shoot, to kill, to do something. “Don’t talk about my Krol being terminated, Miar.” She extracted Krol’s first kill dagger from her leather warrior outfit and the weight of the hilt eased some of her terror. “Or I’ll—” “My Danielle,” Krol croaked, his voice hoarse. He turned his head toward her, his eyes remaining closed. “My Krol.” Danielle dropped the dagger. The blade stuck into the metallic floor inches away from Puppy’s front paws. “You’re awake. Thank God.” She stood over Krol and laid her palm on his cheek ridges. No fever. She sighed, relieved. “I’m here, my Krol.” She placed his large palm against her face, his skin rough and warm and alive. “Your Danielle is here.” “My Danielle.” The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile and her lingering fears eased, leaving a bone-deep weariness in its wake. So tired. She yawned. Must stay awake. Danielle waited. Krol’s eyelids twitched, but he didn’t open them. He didn’t speak. His jaw slackened. His mouth hung open, his breathing deepening. He slept. Danielle crawled onto the bed with him and curled up next to Krol’s massive form, careful not to touch his healing wound. Fabric swished and she looked up. Miar had left, closing the cloth curtain behind him. She’d forgotten about him. Danielle yawned again. All she cared about was Krol. “My Krol.” She rested her head on his shoulder ridge and laid her hand over his heart. His heartbeat was strong and even. He’ll live. The alien I love will live. Tears welled in her eyes. Soldiers don’t cry, Officer Danielle. But Danielle, the woman, was too tired to blink the tears away and too emotionally drained to manage her overwhelming relief. He’ll live. The tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped off her chin, gathering in a cathartic pool on Krol’s chest.
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She closed her eyes and listened to him breathe. In, out, in, out. “I love you, my Krol,” she whispered into his black-and-green skin. His sanitized physique smelled of hard, wild male. “I didn’t choose Sila. I chose you.”
***** I have to find her. Krol ran through the forest, deftly navigating the complex simulator program found in the Silan-based training facilities, utilizing knowledge gained over years of mission delays. His boots crunched on fallen pine needles. Branches smacked his chest and arms, the pain authentic. My Danielle needs my protection. “Jack pine, Pinus banksiana,” a female voice announced as he passed a tree. “Pinescented.” A gust of fragrance hit his face. “Flammable. Fragile. Thrusts will damage…” Krol ignored the educational commentary, searching the dense undergrowth for his mate. He spotted her golden hair, shining like a beacon through the moonlit trees. “My Danielle!” he bellowed. She didn’t stop, her small naked form hurtling forward. Krol chased her, calling her name, but she continued to flee him, her pale ass cheeks rippling with muscle, her hair streaming out behind her. Why is she running from me? He roared with aggravation. I am her Krol. She entered a clearing filled with tall grasses. An enormous dark form stood at the edge of the space, his arms crossed, his feet braced apart, his features shrouded in shadow. The images around them flickered yet the male remained solid. Real. Krol tensed. Threat. His Danielle darted toward the figure and Krol sped after her, determined to catch her. Although he was Silan and she was human, he couldn’t decrease the distance between them. He pumped his arms. He breathed heavily. His legs burned with effort. He was no closer to his druzka. The dark male grew in size as they approached until his obscured face towered above them. He was a mighty Silan warrior, his biceps bulging, his body toned and
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heavily ridged, and Krol stepped back in awe, reaching for a weapon. He had none, his leather garment bare of guns and daggers. “My Danielle,” the big warrior rumbled. He reached out with his massive arms and pulled Krol’s druzka to him. “No! She is my Danielle.” Krol stretched out his hands. His palm slapped against an invisible barrier. He pushed. The solid wall of air didn’t move. “My Danielle!” he yelled. The barrier expanded until it was all around him, sealing him into a cube. His Danielle acted as though she didn’t hear him or see him or know he was there. “My warrior.” Her voice was filled with the warmth normally reserved for Krol. “You will protect me.” “I will protect you, my Danielle!” Krol pounded on the barrier, the thumping echoing in his small chamber. Her head didn’t turn and her expression didn’t change. His Danielle pushed down the big warrior’s garment, freeing his huge spicka. “You’re so big.” She wrapped her small, pale fingers around the black-and-green vibrating shaft. “My Danielle!” Krol yelled. She stroked the other warrior’s spicka and a pain split his chest in two. “You are my Danielle.” As his Danielle touched the rival, Krol felt hands touching his spicka also. He glanced down and saw no fingers wrapped around his engorged shaft. He was alone, and trapped, forced to watch his female’s hand fuck a more worthy warrior, a warrior who had protected her when he couldn’t. His Danielle rubbed the warrior’s spicka up and down. She moaned words of admiration, each love sound cutting Krol like a dagger. The warrior didn’t respond. He folded his arms over his abdomen, rested his fingers on his biceps and thrust his hips forward. He didn’t touch her and he didn’t speak to her. He gave her no pleasure, expecting her to service him as if she was a simulator female and not his Danielle.
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Her movements became sharper and more desperate. Krol moaned as the skin on his spicka was brutally tugged, the sting exquisite. The warrior made no sound. Color flushed his Danielle’s cheeks and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, Krol feeling her pain as though it were his own. “You are unworthy!” he shouted at the big warrior. “I am the number one warrior,” Krol’s rival rumbled, his face not visible. “Warrior skills are not sufficient.” Krol pressed his forehead ridges against the invisible barrier, the air cool on his heated skin. “My Danielle deserves more.” Warm, wet lips closed around his tip and Krol kicked out with his feet. Sladky matka. She made him crazed with her touching. She— The world darkened and she faded into nothing. “My Danielle!” Panic engulfed him. “My Danielle!” He searched for her blindly, reaching his hands into the blackness. “Easy there, big boy.” His druzka’s teasing voice orientated his emotions like a star in the night sky and he calmed. “Let me take care of you.” Moist warmth covered his spicka. My Danielle. Krol opened his eyes and stared into a bright light. He blinked. His visual system slowly adjusted and a dizzying array of sensations hit him. His stomach throbbed with a dull pain. His varles were cupped with soft hands. A hot mouth sucked his spicka. Krol lifted his head. An ache shot across his skull. He winced as he peered along his body. Blonde hair pooled around his bare thighs. The tendrils teased his skin. “My Danielle.” He didn’t recognize his voice. His Danielle looked up at him, her mouth hovering over his spicka, his shaft glistening with her wetness. “I said stay still.” She slapped his leg and the pain erased any remnants of his sleep. “If you move, my Krol, I’ll stop sucking your cock.” Her blue eyes sparkled. “And neither of us will like that, so keep that green-and-black ass on the bed.”
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“I will remain still, my Danielle.” He touched his forehead ridge. His skin temperature was normal, yet his Danielle was with him. “Warrior Miar Najazd—” “Yes, let’s talk about your buddy, Miar. What the hell were you thinking, my Krol?” She smacked him again, her strength intensifying. “If you hadn’t been near death…near…” She blinked, droplets of moisture dangling on her golden eyelashes. He reached out, wanting to comfort her. She swatted his hands away. “I would have beat you senseless.” She hit his thighs with her small, soft palms, reddening his skin. “I am your Danielle, not anyone else’s, so don’t ever pull a stunt like that again or I’ll shoot you too.” “You will shoot me too,” Krol repeated her words. “You will shoot me too.” Rage swept over him. “You shot Warrior Miar Najazd? He was to protect you!” “I can protect my own damn self.” She yanked at his spicka, and his body hummed with arousal. “And I only shot him in the knee. He’s already up and walking around and being a total pain in everyone’s ass.” “Sladky matka, my Danielle.” Krol panted, stimulated by her angry, rough strokes. “When I am fixed, I will reprimand you for your actions.” “Is that right?” She squeezed his varles hard and he gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to spill his seed, needing to extend their sex play. “Then I’d better give you more to reprimand.” She fastened her lips around his tip and lowered her mouth onto his spicka. Krol made a noise unworthy of a warrior and he buried his fingers in her golden hair. As she bobbed up and down, he twisted his grip until she winced, and he guided her movements, ramming her face down on him over and over, his tip tapping the back of her throat. She gasped and dug her fingernails into his base, the scent of his blood flavoring the recycled fixing-chamber air. “My Danielle.” His spicka vibrated faster and faster and his varles drew up tight against his shaft. 71
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She sealed her lips on his shaft and sucked, clenching his varles in her palm. “My Danielle.” He pushed upward with his hips, experiencing a release so glorious, the room darkened. Krol shot load after load of his seed into his Danielle’s mouth and she swallowed, not wasting a drop. He crumpled on the sleeping structure, his body limp and lifeless, his cognitive functions ceasing to function. “My Danielle.” He didn’t let go of her hair, needing that connection with her. “My Krol.” She grinned at him and lapped at his spicka, cleaning him thoroughly. “If you think I’d ever do that with your buddy Miar, you need your head fixed.” My Danielle and Warrior Miar Najazd. Krol curled his fingers into her golden hair, clutching her to him. “You needed protection,” he explained gruffly. “You thought you were dying.” She shook her head and he reluctantly released her. “Believe me, I understand.” His Danielle crawled up his body and lay beside him, pressing her curves against his angles. “You were in bad shape, my Krol.” She shivered, her skin vibrating against his, and his ridges rattled as he tingled with awareness. “Even Puppy was worried about you.” She snuggled closer to him. Puppy yipped at the base of their sleeping unit, inquiring about his next nutrient replenishment, while his Danielle’s hands trembled against his neck, her fingertips pressing into a vein. Her bottom lip was devoid of old skin and bright with pigment, her teeth scraping across the plump flesh. “I am the best warrior, my Danielle.” Krol rubbed his nose against her hair, smelling gunpowder and tantalizing female. “Did you relay this information to Puppy?” “I did, but even Puppy knows great warriors sometimes die.” His Danielle stroked his chest ridge and warmth spread over Krol’s torso. His eyelids grew heavy. “My mom was a great warrior, and she died.”
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Hearing his mate’s distress, Krol forced his exhausted muscles into motion. He clumsily wrapped his arms around her slender form, shielding her from any future pain, and he searched for words to comfort her. He failed in his mission as his mind was blank, a gaping void of nothingness, and they lay in silence, two wounded warriors, leaning upon each other’s strength, finding solace in their embrace. “I wish you could have fought by her side, my Krol. I heard she was fierce.” His Danielle raised her head. “You are fierce.” He kissed the tip of her nose. The edges of her face blurred and he blinked until she came back into focus. “I am honored to have fought by your side,” he echoed her words. “You really think so?” Her smile gave him joy. “Even though I got you shot?” She swept her fingertips above his wound, her touch soothing. “Pain makes warriors strong and we defeated our enemy. We terminated the Mravenec’s number one warrior,” Krol pointed out proudly. “Oh yeah.” She stroked his cheek ridge. “The red ants will be pissed.” Although he didn’t understand her words, Krol heard the satisfaction in her voice. “You are mine.” He cupped her ass, relishing how her firm flesh filled his palms. “Yep. I’m all yours and so is my superior ass.” She yawned, displaying white blunt teeth and a pink tongue. “All of you is superior, my Danielle,” Krol murmured as he closed his eyes.
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Chapter Six Danielle bent her knees, clasped the chair seat with her gloved fingers and lifted. Shit. The chair didn’t budge. “That’s embarrassing.” She shook her head, scowling at the deceptively delicate-looking piece of furniture. “What kind of wussy warrior can’t move a simple chair?” She stripped off her gloves as she prowled around it. “I need more strength training.” The door to the simulation chamber slid open and Krol strode toward her, looking fit and healthy and alive, his forehead ridges lowered, shielding his green-and-black eyes. He had a tablet in his right hand and Puppy followed him, his little legs moving in double time, gazing up at him adoringly with big brown eyes. “My Danielle.” Krol’s voice contained a hard edge. “What’s wrong, my Krol? The ship fixing taking longer than expected?” She chewed her bottom lip. “If we helped—” “Warriors do not fix. Fixers do not fight.” Krol picked up the chair she’d been struggling with and easily moved it closer to the table. Freakin’ hell. Danielle rolled her eyes. “Ball simulator begin,” he instructed. Bright red rubber balls bounced from wall to wall. Puppy jumped, trying to catch them, yipping with excitement. Danielle laughed, but Krol’s dour expression didn’t lighten. Someone is in a grumpy mood. She sighed. “What is it?” “The council has relayed a communication.” Krol plunked his ass down on the chair and slammed the tablet upon the floating tabletop. “They worry the Mravenec warriors will attack the next transport vessel from Earth.”
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“But we’ll be using warships instead of these dinky little vessels.” Danielle sat in his lap, her body fitting perfectly against his. “Big guns would have prevented this.” She patted the scar on his stomach. “The council has decided more precautions are needed.” He placed his hand on her hip, his grip thrillingly possessive. “Ohhh…” She nodded, agreeing with the council. “They need a warrior escort, don’t they? And you’re the number one Silan warrior.” She placed her palm on his chest, comforted by the rise and fall of his ridges. “Can I shoot one of the big warship guns? Not at anything. Just into space. All that power.” She wiggled with excitement, grinding her ass into his groin. He didn’t meet her gaze and his expression darkened, worrying her. “When we terminate our voyage, Fixer Veterellec Lorenski and his human druzka will accompany you to our Silan domicile.” She stared at him, unable to believe the drivel pouring out of her lover’s mouth. “You will be assigned warriors, my warriors, to protect you,” he continued, as though he was making sense. “You will—” “Be calling you on your bullshit.” Danielle jumped to her feet and glared at Krol. “What happened to ‘I am honored to have fought by your side’?” She repeated the words that meant so much to her. Were they lies? “I’m not just a warrior, my Krol. I’m a police officer. I’ve dedicated my life to protecting and serving the public so if you think I’m—” Krol moved so fast she hadn’t time to react, pinning her against the wall, his hands on her shoulders, his hips against hers. “I cannot survive your termination, my Danielle.” His eyes swirled, the black within them overwhelming the green. “When the Mravenec warrior—” He looked away, his jaw working. He loves me. Danielle saw the truth in his angular face. She didn’t struggle, accepting his dominance. “If I wasn’t a warrior, would you feel the same way about me?” He frowned at her. “You are my Danielle. You are a warrior.” 75
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“Exactly.” She kept her voice soft and unemotional, appealing to his logic. “I’m a warrior. That is who I am. Warriors protect. Warriors risk termination in battle.” He gazed into her eyes as though he was searching for something. Danielle raised her chin, meeting his perusal square on. “If you leave me on Sila, I’ll simply find a way back to you, you know that, right?” Krol’s lips quirked. “I would reprimand you.” “And I’d like it.” She kicked off her boots and rubbed her feet along his leg ridges. “I bet your warships are badass.” “They are superior.” He nodded. “The Mravenec warriors would be foolish to attack a mighty Silan warship to terminate two small human females.” “Extremely foolish.” Danielle nodded, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling. “Especially with Sila’s best warrior on board.” She patted his chest ridge. “I am the best warrior.” Krol straightened to his full height, lifting her higher along the wall. “Attacking Earth’s best female warrior would also be foolish,” he added generously, and Danielle beamed. Krol looked down between them. “If there is offspring…” Offspring. Danielle stiffened, bracing, but instead of the expected swell of panic, she felt a serenity, a rightness. “If there is offspring, we’ll require more warriors on our warship.” “You are wise, my Danielle.” Krol smiled, green swirling back into his eyes. “I will request that Warrior Miar Najazd transfer to the warship under my command. He will assist.” “With the protecting, not the babymaking,” she joked. Krol’s forehead ridges condensed. “Warrior Miar won’t help with the offspring fabrication,” she clarified. “Warrior Miar Najazd will not touch you!” Krol roared. “You are my druzka!” God. He’s a beast. “And you wouldn’t dare fuck me against the wall.” Danielle pushed her hips against his, grinding her mons against his leather-covered cock.
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“I will fuck you against the wall.” He ripped her dominatrix outfit in two from collar to crotch. Her nipples puckered from the cool air and her pussy moistened from his savagery. She tugged at his garment, but it wouldn’t tear. “My Krol.” Holding her to the wall with his hips, he shredded the leather and she pulled it down over his erect cock. “You’re a brute and you’re all mine.” Danielle squeezed his balls and yanked on his thick shaft. She couldn’t wait for a slow seduction. She wanted him now. He groaned and pulled her tightly to him, cutting off her access to his cock. “I am your Krol,” he reminded her, clamping his big hands down on her ass until she wiggled with arousal. “My Krol.” She moved her hands upward. “Mine.” She scored his green-and-black skin with her nails and she licked the red stripes over his chest, tasting his blood, tasting him. “No. Mine.” He slid her up and down the wall, rubbing her pussy lips against his shaft, wetting his skin. “Oh God.” Danielle grasped his shoulder ridges as his tip vibrated against her clit, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body. “I…” She frantically bit and kissed, bit and kissed along the ridge protecting his collarbone, leaving a trail of love marks. “Sladky matka, my Danielle. You will make me spill my seed.” “Not yet.” She slapped his chest and he inhaled sharply. “I need you to fuck me fast and hard first.” Danielle battled the onslaught of her own orgasm as Krol’s large shaft moved along her pussy, vibrating and teasing her into an erotic frenzy. “Give me everything you have, big guy.” “You have all of me, my druzka.” He pulled back and found her entrance. Planting both his hands on her hips, he rammed her down on him while he thrust upward.
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Danielle screamed as her pussy filled with alien cock. She gripped his shoulder ridges and hooked her ankles over his spine, securing him to her. “Are you damaged, my Danielle?” Krol grinned, his expression smug. “Not nearly enough.” Her voice thinned with passion. “Is that everything you have, my Krol?” She raised an eyebrow, daring him to satisfy her. “Lejno. You are fierce.” His eyes swirled into blackness as his lips captured hers. He ravished her with hard thrusts of his tongue and Danielle gripped his nape, clinging to him, surrendering her body to his loving assault. He groaned into her mouth and he rocked, pushing her back, smacking his chest ridges against her breasts and her ass against the wall. The sting resonated over her skin and she writhed under him, adding her circular sweeps of her hips to his forward motion, working with him, not against him, reaching for a satisfaction to please them both. They kissed, their love noises absorbed by tongue and mouth. She matched him grunt for grunt, the sheen over his green-and-black form transferred onto her skin, their bodies entwined. Danielle dug her fingernails into him, the scent of blood adding to his musk, and he drove into her faster and faster, until their rhythm was a punishing slap of flesh on flesh, her nipples raw and sore, her ass pounded into the wall, her pussy gushing with juice. Her breath was pressed from her lungs and she twisted free of his lips, gulping the recycled spaceship air. “My Krol.” She arched back against the wall as he dragged his sharp teeth down her neck to suck savagely at the curve of neck and shoulder, his tug and release matching the movement of his hips. His muscles rippled under her palms while he surged into her, loving her relentlessly with his finely honed warrior form. He was an unstoppable force and she was swept into his wake, her physique tiny and fragile compared to his hard ridges and big hands, yet she felt powerful because with one word, she could redirect that force.
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His strength was hers to use, hers to command, like a weapon she could use to kill or to love. To love. I love him. Danielle gripped him tighter, holding him fast, the soul mate she’d never dreamt to find. “My Krol.” She licked the moisture off his shoulder, tasting his salt, his efforts, his love. All of her tightened until she ached for release, and he shook with restraint, his cock vibrating so quickly, it was a constant hum inside her. “My Danielle.” His voice cracked with his plea. “Yes.” Danielle bit his shoulder ridge, and the taste of his blood pushed her over the edge. She shrieked her surrender against his skin and her hips jerked forward, taking him completely inside her. He flung his head back and released a deafening roar as he pinned her body against the wall, his cum bathing her pussy. A shudder cascaded down his form, rattling his ridges, and he fell to his knees with a loud thump, Danielle’s ass bouncing on his thighs. “My Danielle.” Krol rested his forehead against hers, his ridged, hers smooth. “My Danielle.” He kissed her with a tenderness that melted her already battered heart. “My Krol.” She cupped his cheeks, stroking his ridges with her thumbs. Krol’s lips twitched once, twice, and a chuckle escaped him. “What?” She gazed at him, perplexed. “Puppy!” His shoulders shook with laughter. Puppy bounded around them, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his eyes big and adoring. The pit bull barked. Krol barked back and the puppy slinked away, his tail dragging on the floor. “He licked my ass,” Krol explained, his face dark with color. Danielle smiled. “Puppy loves… No.” She shook her head, her humor dissipating. “I love you.” Saying the words filled her with power, not weakness. “I love you, my
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Krol.” She didn’t hold anything back, gazing into his green-and-black eyes with all of her love, all of her softness exposed, trusting him to keep her safe. “You are the best druzka.” Krol rubbed his nose against hers. “But.” He drew his head back, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “I am the best warrior.” Danielle laughed and hugged him tight. “You are the best warrior,” she conceded.
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About the Author Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali and Chicago.
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