Alien Guardian's Baby (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran Warriors) (4 page)

“
N
o
. You don’t get to talk to me like that, Drax. I’m grateful you saved my life, but I’m
not
your prisoner.”

My fists are balled up, the mark on my wrist burning hotly. Whenever I get emotional, it flares up. Tears are welling in my eyes, but I push them back. I’m
not
crying in front of the Zoran general.

“I’m sorry for your loss – I truly am – but I didn’t have anything to do with it. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing more.”

Drax rises up, his chest bumping against mine. He looks down at me with a steely gaze.

“Is that so?” He growls, his voice low. He’s standing so close his breath tickles my ears, the spicy aroma of
cuhla
lingering in the air.

“
Yes
,” I say, resting my hand on his broad chest. I can feel his heart beating through the razor-thin armor, and it soothes me. “How can you ask me to trust you if you don’t trust me?”

He covers my hand with his, our fingers interlocking.

“No one’s ever talked to me like that,” he says. It sounds like there’s more admiration than anger in his voice at this point.

“Well, you hadn’t met me yet.”

The corners of his thick lips curl upwards into a smile that reaches all the way up to his sunflower-colored eyes. Am I winning the big blue alien over?

“If I set a course for Vortex Station, will you talk to me?”

My heart flutters with hope. “Can we be there in four weeks?”

Drax chuckles. “Much faster,” he says. “The Prymetas who attacked us were members of the Flaming Fang, one of the many criminal outfits operating out of Vortex Station. I’m going to look for answers.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Shouldn’t you… call for help, or something?”

Drax’s eyes lose their warmth. “No,” he says resolutely. “I’m not facing another Zoran until I’ve personally brought the Fang down to their knees. The shame is too great.”

He turns my wrist over, his hand pushing my sleeve up, exposing my mark to him. I try to pull away, but his grip is too firm. He studies the triangle-shaped mark, his eyebrows raising.

“Now, tell me what this is, and why you were going to Vortex.”

I yank my arm back and sit down, folding my arms. I
hate
it when people look at my mark – I feel self-conscious. Ugly. Hated. Too many bad memories… And when they touch it, it’s even worse. I get this mind-splitting headache, instantly. It’s why I haven’t let any men into my life for years… but perhaps I ought to trust Drax. He
did
save my life after all, and I could use an ally on Vortex. I still have no idea what I’m running into there. He might even be able to help decrypt the message I received.

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll tell you. But I’ll need a drink. I’ve never… I’ve never told anyone.”

Drax grabs a bottle of
cuhla
, and I wince.

“Do you have anything less… vile?”

The alien warrior smirks. “No,” he says. “It’s what warriors drink.”

Oh man. What’s wrong with a nice white wine? Why can’t aliens drink that?

I push my glass towards the Zoran warrior. “Fine. Fill me up.”

I swirl the black liquid in my glass as I search for the right words. I don’t even know where to start without telling him my entire life’s story. Drax waits patiently, his eyes fixed on me.

“It happened when I was a kid,” I start. “I don’t know how old I was. Two? Three? It doesn’t matter. They took my parents.”

“They?”

“Aliens. I don’t know who, or why. I just remember a bright light, slender figures, my parents screaming. Next thing I know, I’m living in an orphanage.”

I take a swig of my drink, the liquid burning all the way down. Warmth spreads through me, dulling my anxiety somewhat.

“This was before we even made first contact. No one knew we weren’t alone in the universe. No one believed me. They thought… they thought I was crazy.”

I can’t help but snort at the absurdity of telling an alien warrior general that I got teased for believing in aliens my whole life.

“I got moved from one foster home to the next. No one wanted the crazy kid with the weird scars.”

Unconsciously my hand rests on my wrist, hiding the mark. I’ve been doing that all my life; it’s second nature to me. But this time I lift my sleeve instead, showing it to Drax.

“I don’t know what it is either,” I say. “All I know is it glows sometimes, and when someone touches it, it hurts like hell – so please don’t. I think it has something to do with the abduction. That’s why I’m going to Vortex. I’ve been looking for answers my whole life, and half a year ago I received a strange, encrypted message. It was sent directly to my datapad from some off-world sever, rerouted enough times that I couldn’t trace the signal. I almost deleted it, thinking it was just garbage, but something stopped me. I ran it through some programs on a hunch, and I found an image of a symbol. The same one on my wrist. Along with my name and the coordinates of Vortex Station.”

I take a deep breath, knocking back the rest of my
cuhla
.

I can still see Barb’s angry face perfectly when I told her of my plan. Her face was as red as her curls.
You’re going where?! Are you out of your damned mind?!
Despite my best friend’s pleads and shouts, I left Earth. I had to.

I hope she’s doing okay.

I take a deep breath, my palms sweaty. I did it. I trusted another human being – well, Zoran in this case – with my biggest secrets. Only Barb has ever stuck by me, so I wonder how long it’ll take for him to leave me.

“That’s it,” I say. “That’s all I know. I told you I wasn’t going to be of much help.”

Drax leans forward, taking my hands into his large, oversized palms. His hands are at least twice the size of mine, if not more. Our fingers interlock, and he holds my hands tightly.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you, Isabella Parker.”

“Call me Isa.”

“Isa.”

I can’t suppress a smile. Zorans take everything so literally – it’s a welcome break from human society, where everything feels clouded in a mist of hidden intentions. With Drax, what you see is what you get: One giant, headstrong, fiercely protective, azure-blue alien, with a body to die for.

“I can run the message through the ship’s computer, if you want,” he offers. “I’m sure it’ll crack whatever encryption there is. It might tell us what we’re dealing with.”

“That would be nice. Do you… do you think it’s all connected? My message, the Flaming Fang, all of it?”

Drax nods decisively. “Something’s going on,” he says. “Something’s not right. I don’t know how, or why, but we’re getting to the bottom of this.”

His squeezes my hand.

“Together.”

A warmth spreads through me. In one day, Drax has gone from my captor, to my almost-lover, to my savior, to my friend. Perhaps now, that we’re all alone, we can rectify the
almost
part.

I’d like that. A lot.

“
Y
ou should let
me clean your wounds.”

I plotted a course for Vortex Station and fed the computer Isa’s encrypted message. I expected the computer to spit the answers out in a nanosecond, but to my surprise, it’s telling me it could take the whole day. The fact that Isa managed to decrypt parts of it using just her human tools is nothing short of extraordinary.

I shrug, looking down at my dented armor. There are still Prymetas bite-marks on my arms, and scratches on my back, but in a few days it’ll revert back to its original form.

“It’s nothing,” I say.

“It’s
not
nothing,” Isa answers. “You’re still bleeding!”

The human female is headstrong. I’m used to my orders being obeyed without question, but her? She has a mind of her own.

And, to my own surprise, I enjoy our arguments.

“You know I get more injured than this in training every day, right?”

“I don’t care! Take it off so I can help,” the human female answers, placing a med-kit on the kitchen table.

“Fine,” I growl. “If you insist.” I grab my armor and tear it from my body with one pull, the material giving way instantly. Underneath, I am totally naked. Isa’s eyes grow wide as she drinks in my glorious form once again.

“H-how?” she stammers.

“This? It’s a semi-liquid,” I say as I throw it across a chair. “Provides maximum flexibility. As long as it’s on my body it’s damn near impenetrable, but if I want it off, well…”

Isa’s blue eyes travel down my frame, from my wide shoulders and chiseled stomach down to my cock. She sucks in a breath when she sees me growing hard.

Ah yes, my cock. I had almost forgotten the mesmerizing power it had over the human female.

“Y-yes, well, sit down, please?” Isa asks.

I smirk to myself. Her rebellious attitude melts like snow in the sun when she’s face-to-face with my member. I should have taken my armor off hours ago.

“This was a good idea,” I say, stretching my arms above my head. “This feels much better.”

Isa pats the chair, her cheeks burning as red as the sun. I sit down, stretching my legs wide, my cock hanging freely between my legs. Without saying a word she grabs a cloth and starts cleaning my wounds, her eyes not leaving my sculpted frame for even a second.

I throw my head back and nearly close my eyes, watching her work through slits. Her hair smells like flowers, and her touch soothes me. The stress of my mission and the shame of my defeat slip away, and I allow myself to enjoy the moment.

“I’m going to apply the medi-gel now,” she says as she squirts the liquid into the palm of her hands. “This might be cold.”

I nod, and she applies the see-through gel directly onto my biceps. There’s a hint of a smile on her face as her hands move across my muscles, lathering me up. Her touch is warm, and every brush sends a jolt of electricity straight through my body – all the way down to my cock.

It has now grown to full hardness, pulsing up and down as my blood rushes through it. A drop of pre-cum has formed on the top.

Isa’s mouth hangs open as she drags her hands down to my chest, the tips of her fingers stopping on my midriff. Her tongue wets her lips, her ears glowing bright red. Her breathing is shallow, her nipples hard, and I can smell her wetness.

She wants me.

However, just when I thought I was in full control, she surprises me once more.

Without saying a word, she leans down and plants a kiss right on the bright-yellow head of my cock.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Isa licks her lips, a wide ear-to-ear smile fixed on her face.

“Peach,” she says.

“What?”

“Peach. That’s what your cock tastes like. I was curious.”

“What’s peach?” I ask.

She smirks. “It’s delicious.”

She leans back down, opening her mouth wide and wrapping her lips around the head of my cock. Her tongue flicks out, circling the head, tonguing the slit on top, and a pleasure previously unknown to me courses through my veins.

“I can’t breed with you this way,” I groan. I want her to stop before I spill my seed, but the feeling’s too strong.

“You taste so good,” she says, her voice vibrating against my cock. “I could suck you all day.”

My hands find her hair, my knees buckling and my cock sliding further down the human female’s throat. A low, animalistic moan leaves my lips as Isa bobs her head up and down my cock.

The human is full of surprises. I had no idea her mouth could make me feel this way.

Her right hand works my shaft while the left one cups my balls. They barely fit in her small hand, but her grip feels wonderful. So wonderful that I can barely hold on.

“Stop,” I growl.

Isa looks up at me, her bottom lip still pressed against the head of my cock, a strand of saliva connecting us both.

“I shouldn’t spill my seed,” I say with a heavy breath. I rise from my seat, throw her onto the table and tear her clothes off.

“I’m going to breed you.”

D
rax towers
over me with his azure-blue frame. I look up at him, drinking in his sight, all the way from his strong ankles and powerful thighs up to his broad shoulders, chiseled jaw and piercing gaze.

And then back down to his massive cock.

It’s as blue as he is, but the long, throbbing veins running up his length are as yellow as the sun. The head of his cock, shiny with my saliva, is even brighter, like a flawless jewel.

I’m going to breed you
.

He really said that. He’s not just going to fuck me with that big blue cock – he’s going to
breed
me. There’s something so taboo, so forbidden, so downright
hot
about that. My loins yearn for him, my thighs already soaked with my own wetness.

I’m naked, ready and waiting for him, lying on the table. His eyes burn with lust, his cock throbbing. I don’t know if I can take the whole thing – but I’ll try.

The alien warrior grabs my knees and pushes them up to my chest, making me completely available to him. Instead of spreading my legs and entering me, he lowers his head down, dragging his teeth down my inner thighs.

To my embarrassment he inhales the scent of my pussy.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, my cheeks burning bright red.

“Peach?” He grins.

“I don’t taste like a peach.”

He runs his tongue across the length of my seam and a wanton moan escapes my lips.

“You
do
taste sweet,” he says, a cocky smirk on his chiseled face. “I love your scent.”

He dives back in, his tongue sliding across my lips, entering me, pushing into me as far as possible. No man has ever told me he loved my
scent
before – and I love it.

“And your taste,” he growls, his lips moving over me, sucking, licking, tasting me. He looks up at me with those yellow eyes of his, his big blue hands holding my thighs, my ass, squeezing me.

His mouth finds my clit and I shudder, moving my hips up. I’ve never felt pleasure like this. He sucks on my swollen, throbbing clit, every flick of his tongue getting me closer and closer to climax.

I buck my hips as my orgasm consumes me. The world around me disappears – there’s nothing but me and him. The big, blue alien is my world. I shut my eyes and bite my tongue to keep from screaming my lungs out as pure ecstasy courses through my veins.

When I open my eyes again I find Drax grinning at me from between my legs. He places another wet, open-mouthed kiss on my clit, and I tremble. I try to move away – the sensation is too overwhelming – but he won’t let me. His strong hands keep me pinned down, and his wonderful tongue doubles down.

I can feel my clit beating like a heart, and as Drax’s mouth engulfs it another wave of bliss crashes over me, and I lose all control.

“Please,” I moan, my voice low and throaty. “Please.”

“Please what?” Drax groans, his voice rumbling against my clit.

“Please
fuck me
,” I moan.

The blue warrior stands up, my legs slipping around his waist. I feel the warmth coming from his skin, and I want to feel it all over my body. I reach out for him and he grabs my arms, effortlessly pulling me up, his arms sliding around my waist, embracing me.

My mouth finds his collarbone, and I gently bite him as his hands find my ass, and his cock finds the entrance to my wet pussy.

One push later and he’s inside of me. His hardness fills me, every thrust of his hips sending his cock in deeper, inch-after-inch, until he’s completely inside of me.

Every last, rock-hard, blue-and-yellow inch of his warrior cock.

I’ve never felt anything like this.
Ever
. Drax owns me – body and soul. He knows exactly what to do, how to move, how to thrust, how to growl and bite and look at me like I’m his alone. He pushes all my buttons, even the ones I didn’t know I had!

I’ve had sex before on Earth, but it doesn’t compare. The Zoran warrior has his big hands on my ass, lifting me up and down his immense shaft, slamming his cock into me repeatedly. All I can do is roll my head back and moan wantonly as he pounds me with all he’s got.

What were his words again?

I’m going to breed you.

Yes.
Yes.
Breed me. Breed me, you big blue alien. Make me yours!

“F-fuck,” I moan, the palms of my hands resting on his huge, fit chest. I feel weightless as he fucks me, and it’s
amazing
. His cock hits just the right spot, over and over again, and I feel my toes curl as another orgasm builds up.

“I’m going to breed you,” he growls into my ear, his hot breath tickling me. “You’re mine, Isa.”

“Yes!” I scream. My hands fly around his neck and my mouth finds his, our tongues intertwining, as I feel his cock swell up inside of me. “I-I’m yours! Do it, fill me!”

Drax’s lips curl up in that irresistible, cocky smirk of his. The one I can’t ever forget. The one that makes me wet just by looking at it. His sunset-colored eyes are dripping with pure lust, for me and me alone.

He growls into my mouth, a low, animalistic sound, and his fingers dig deeper into my skin as he speeds up his thrusts even further. He jackhammers his large cock into me, the sensations overwhelming all of my senses.

“Y-yes!” I groan lustily, another orgasm a hair-width away. “YES!”

Drax lets loose a furious growl as he explodes inside of me, his hot load filling me. I feel his warmth spread throughout my core, and my own orgasm follows instantly, bliss coursing through my every vein, from my thumping clit to my curling toes and red-hot ears.

The Zoran warrior keeps firing, one virile, potent shot after the other. Each single one sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, until all I see is stars.

When I open my eyes again a minute later, I see that Drax has carried us off to his bed, and I’m lying on his chest, his cock still inside of me, as hard as ever.
Perfect
. I never want to move.

I close my eyes, his heartbeat lulling me into the best sleep of my life.