Victoria

No.

No no no.

They want him.

I won’t let them have him.

I won’t.

He’s mine.

I only just discovered how good of a kisser he is.

In fact, my insides are still tingling. My heart is still racing, my stomach is still fluttering, my core is still burning intensely.

I am still walking on air.

He can’t be wrestled from my grasp now. That is just too cruel. I am used to disappointment, but this is not just unfair.

This is cruel.

That kiss lasted only a moment, but it felt like a lifetime. It felt like my life changed, right in that instant. There was a life before that kiss, and there is life after it.

And that post-kiss life is supposed to be filled with babies. With night after night of passionate sex. With days where we do nothing but explore each other’s bodies, learning what the other one likes best, and them driving them absolutely mad with our newfound knowledge.

That’s what I imagined in that moment when our lips touched, when his tongue brushed against mine.

I could see our house — a small cottage in the woods, which Nero built with his own two hands — and our children — two boys and a girl. It was so real it felt like I was gazing into the future, like I could reach out and stroke their soft cheeks, like I could run my fingers down the wall where we’d measure their heights every year on their birthdays…

And now that vision disappears like a puff of smoke.

“Who wants me?” Nero says calmly.

I wrap my arms around his waist, fighting against the tears, pressing my face into his back. If they’re taking him, they’ll have to take me as well.

“They!” Bowers says, exasperated. “Those freaks, that’s who! I don’t know who you are, or where you’re from, but go! Go! Get out of here!”

“Did you hear a name?” Nero asks.

General Bowers sputters, but nothing sensible comes past his lips. He looks like an utterly broken man. A man who has just been confronted with his own insignificance.

As the five-star general of the US military, I bet he thought of himself as the most powerful man in the galaxy… but the haunted look in his eyes proves that he just saw something that truly humbled him.

Anything that can humble a man like Bowers is worth fearing.

Nero turns back to me.

“I have to go,” he says.

“No,” I say, my balled fists pounding on his chest. “I won’t let you.”

“It’s not safe for you. You have to stay here.”

“To hell with that! If you go, I go!”

Nero is taken aback.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do!” I say, fighting to keep the tears back. “I don’t cry for just anyone, you know.”

It’s been what, a day? Not even? Yet the connection I feel with Nero Octavius is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s like he’s my soulmate, like we were made for each other.

“I mean every single word of it,” I say, determined.

“Okay,” Nero says. “Okay. I believe you. If this is what you want… then I won’t stop you.”

“It is.”

“Then let us go.”

Nero holds out his hand, and I grab onto it. We walk out of the cell and towards our doom, hand-in-hand.

A small part of me feels like I lost my damn mind, but the rest of me knows that Nero is my mate, and that where he goes, I do too, no matter where life takes us.

* * *

Nero

It feels like my boots are weighed down with lead. Every step takes an herculean effort, but I persist.

Running away is pointless. I want to face my destiny with my head held high. There’s no escape, not anymore.

Victoria squeezes my hand, and a rush of endorphins makes my heart race. I have found my fatum. The legends are true.

The connection I feel is undeniable. Every Elban should be able to experience something like this — I pity every man who has missed out on this.

It’s a damn shame the time we could spend together was so short, but every second in Victoria’s presence is a gift which I treasure.

I wish we had more time.

Time to explore her fully. To wrap her body around mine. To make her back arch, to make her toes curl, to make her legs shake and tremble.

We arrive at the docking bay, where a soldier guides us to a shuttle.

“Are you sure?” I ask Victoria again.

She nods. “Absolutely.”

“Prepare for departure,” the automated voice of the shuttle says as the doors close behind us. “Estimated arrival time is thirty minutes.”

The shuttle rumbles and takes off.

This is it. Our date with destiny.

Our feet leave the ground, as the artificial gravity is not engaged. Victoria floats away from me, and I grab her arm, pulling her close.

The next moment our lips are touching, her mouth on mine, my hands in her hair, as we float around in a circle.

After a heavenly minute she pulls back.

“How long do we have?” she asks, breathlessly.

From the gleam in her brown eyes I can see what’s on her mind.

“Not long enough,” I growl. “But I’ll make every second count.”

* * *

Victoria

I must be out of my mind. There’s no other way to describe my actions. I let this alien warrior kiss me, and now, I’m willingly following him into the unknown…

I made a promise to myself.

I explicitly said I wouldn’t do this.

Yet here I am, fidgeting with my uniform, floating in zero gravity, eager to feel Nero’s hands all over me, to feel his mouth on my neck, his tongue trailing a way down, right down to the place that has been throbbing with desire since I first laid eyes on him.

“Oh Nero,” I whisper as he rips my NASA uniform open, sending buttons flying everywhere. “Are we crazy?”

“I am crazy,” he growls as he pulls me close, his mouth kissing me behind my ear. “For you.” I feel his warm breath tickling me, and my body melts for him.

Every lingering doubts I might have had fades away like snow in the sun. No matter what happens after this, it will have been worth it.

I’ve never felt so alive, so free, so careless.

No one can take this moment away from us.

He slides the uniform down my shoulders, his strong hands running down my naked skin. His touch is so hot it feels like my whole body is on fire, burning brightly for him and him alone.

The warrior kisses my neck, and I can’t help but moan, throwing my head back as he pulls the uniform down past my hips.

Nero grabs my thighs, his strong fingers sinking into my soft skin. I wrap my legs around his waist, loving the feeling of his body close to me, of being fully in his grasp.

He’s got the control.

I wrestle with the straps on his armor, desperate to get it off, to feel his naked skin, his warmth.

Finally it slips off, and relief washes over me as his armor drifts away and his broad, naked torso comes into view.

I run my hands over it, feeling every muscle, every inch of him. I’m having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that all of this is mine to enjoy.

The feeling is intoxicating.

I lean down and kiss his chest, my hands sliding down his powerful back, right down to his sculpted ass. I float further down and hook my thumbs into the small cloth that’s hiding his manhood.

His hard, throbbing man rod.

The tent he’s pitching is already bigger than any cock I’ve ever seen. I saw his hardness in the shower; I know how big he truly is — but still my mind can’t make sense of it.

It ought to be impossible.

Then again, a lot of things are supposed to be impossible that aren’t. Alien warriors warping into existence, for one.

So what makes it so hard to believe that, given they exist, that they are mountains of muscles with cocks that make you weak at the knees?

With one fell tug I pull the cloth down.

His cock jumps out.

I gasp.

The hardness brushes against my bottom lip.

A tidal wave of arousal blows me away. The taste of his pre-cum, sweet and delicious, makes my mouth water.

I want more of that.

No, I don’t just want it. I need it.

My fingers wrap around his hardness, the tips of my fingers barely touching. I admire every inch of him, studying the veins that run up his length and the deep purple color of the head.

His cock pulses in my hand. It brims with power, and I feel myself grow wetter with the second.

I don’t know if he’ll ever fit inside of me, but by god I’ll try.

I lean in, close my eyes and place a kiss right on the purple head. Nero groans as I take him into my mouth, my tongue exploring his manhood. I run my tongue down his length, enjoying every inch of him. I love that I can make this obscenely powerful warrior moan.

His cock throbs in my mouth, and my hearts beats just as quick, if not quicker.

Nero grabs my shoulder and guides me back up. I’m far from done, and the moment his cock pops out of my mouth it feels like my favorite toy has been taken away from me.

I could feel his hardness on my tongue all day. The taste of him, sweet yet manly, is one I know I’ll never get enough of.

He grabs my neck forcefully and plunges his tongue into my mouth, not even given me a moment to catch my breath. His hands rip the rest of my uniform off, my bra and panties following a moment later.

I’m as naked as can be, floating in zero gravity, my heart racing at the speed of light.

He kisses his way down, hungrily, biting and kissing and sucking his way towards my sensitive breasts. His hands explore every inch of me, roughly grabbing and groping me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.

Not that I want to.

He devours me like a hungry wolf. His fingers sink into my ass, his tongue finding my hardened nipples.

I throw my head back and moan his name. I’m completely at his mercy — and I love every second of it. This is all I’ve been able to think about since I first laid eyes on him. What would it be like to have that mountain of muscle completely dominate you?

Now I know.

It is glorious.

His fingers find my wetness, his index finger sliding into me easily. I yelp from sheer surprise. I’m so wet, wetter than I’ve ever been, and his huge manhood might just fit inside of me.

I try to push his hand away for I’m way too sensitive, but Nero is having none of it. With one hand he holds both of my wrists behind my back, the other sliding two fingers inside of me.

He looks at me, our eyes not leaving one another. I can see he enjoys making me squirm and writhe. He pulls his fingers out, and I can see that they’re coated with my juices.

My cheeks grow red with embarrassment when I see he takes a deep sniff. He looks up at me with eyes burning with lust — I can’t believe he likes the scent of me.

He grabs my thighs and flips me up into the air. I have to steady my hands against the ceiling to keep from crashing into it.

“What are you—”

My question is answered before I even finish my sentence.

He places my legs around his shoulder, his hands resting on my waist as he pulls me closer. I try to scoot away, for no man has ever kissed me down there, but Nero is having none of it. He’s not letting me get away.

He runs his tongue up the length of my wet folds, and I shudder with pleasure.

“Oh god,” I moan, my vision turning to spots as he hones in on my swollen, throbbing clit. For an alien man, he sure knows exactly how my physiology works.

He buries his face between my legs, my heart racing faster and faster. I’m on cloud nine, reaching down and grabbing his hair with one hand. The sensations are so overwhelming that I try to scoot away, but there’s nowhere for me to go.

Relentlessly he continues, his tongue stroking me, entering me, circling my clit, rhythmically bringing me higher and higher.

It’s the sweetest form of torture.

“Nero,” I moan, “N-Nero, I-I-I’m—”

My words first turn to moans and then to screams. I can’t form coherent sentences anymore. I can’t do anything anymore, except cum.

Come hard. Come like a damn tornado, with Nero’s mouth on my pussy, his hands on my waist, his tongue on my clit. Pleasure explodes deep inside of me, reaching every inch of me, every single fiber in my body.

I tremble, I shake, I quake, but Nero holds on, not relenting for even a second.

I’m in heaven.

Orgasm after orgasm wrecks me. My vision turns to spots, and I can’t even hear myself screaming his name anymore.

After minutes of unending pleasure Nero finally lets me go. When I return to our plane of existence, my skilled alien warrior is cradling me in his arms.

“There you are,” he says with a wide smile on his face.

I grab his neck and pull him in close, kissing him deeply and passionately. I want him inside of me, now.

My legs wrap around his waist, his hardness pressing right against my wet folds. My body is ready.

Nero places his two hands on my ass, guiding me down onto his hardness. Our tongues circle each other as he penetrates me for the first time.

The feeling is indescribable.

As wet as I am, I still struggle with his thickness. I can feel my lips spread, and for a moment there’s a tinge of pain… but as his big, purple head slides into me that feeling is replaced by pleasure.

The purest, deepest pleasure I’ve ever felt. Our bodies, our souls are one. I don’t know where he ends and where I begin.

Our bodies were made for each other.

I see that now.

All my life has led up to this moment. Inch after inch of thick, alien cock fills me up, and it makes my heart race, my pulse quicken, my synapses fire with pure pleasure.

He lowers me down further until every last inch of him is inside of me.

I did it.

I don’t know how, but I did it.

He’s inside of me. All the way, right down to the hilt.

Nero flexes his cock and I see stars. My nails are running down his shoulder, the pleasure of being impaled on him driving me out of my mind.

He lifts me up and then slams me back down again, thrusting his hips upwards, his cock filling me completely.

I am helpless, unable to do a thing than let this mountain of a man use my body — and I love it more than I thought possible. My toes are curled, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I feel as free as a bird. I’m completely weightless, without a single care in the world. I don’t have to do a damn thing — Nero does it all. His alien cock reaches places I didn’t know existed. He spreads me, he fills me, he fucks me until I’m cumming again, every thrust sending me over the edge once more, one after another, everything else disappearing.

* * *

Nero

The feeling of my mate wrapped around my cock is better than anything I’ve ever felt. Nothing can even compare.

If I had known mating was this good… I would have turned the entire universe upside down looking for my mate.

My mouth finds hers, my teeth grazing her bottom lip as I bottom out inside of her with every powerful thrust of my hips.

At first I feared my size might be too much for the small human, but she took my length as if she was made for it.

Seeing Victoria throw her head back in pure ecstasy is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I feel honored to bring such beauty to this world, to give her pleasure with every thrust of my hips, with every throb of my cock.

If I died right now it would be happy, for I have found my purpose, and her name is Victoria.

I feel myself grow harder and harder, my heart racing a million miles per minute.

I’m dangerously close to cumming right inside her.

I slam her down even faster until my hips are a blur, my body coated in sweat, my mouth on hers, our bodies one.

With a mighty roar I come inside of the human female, blasting her full of cum. Victoria moans my name, shuddering as I unload myself, throwing all of my energy, all of my power into those final few thrusts.

When we come down, there’s nothing else we can do but laugh.

“That was…”

“Unbelievable,” I finish Victoria’s sentence.

“Yeah.”

She has her legs still wrapped tightly around my waist, her hands resting on my chest.

“Your heart is racing,” she says.

“It beats for you.”

“Suck up,” Victoria says, though her smile is genuine.

“I mean it,” I say. “You are my fatum.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s… how do I explain this? It’s a legend, or at least, it was, because I now know it’s true. It means you are my mate, my one true mate, the one I was intended to be with, the one I was made for, the one whose fate is entwined with mine.”

Tears fill Victoria’s eyes.

“Did I say something wrong?” I ask, frowning.

“No,” she says. “No, you didn’t, you… big oaf.”

She shuts me up with a kiss.

“Arriving at destination in five minutes,” the ship’s automated voice chimes, breaking the wonderful spell, the dream that we were alone in the universe.

Our fate is waiting for us on the other side of those metal doors.

Victoria unhooks her legs from me, my still-hard cock sliding out of her. It’s coated with a mixture of our juices.

“We didn’t use protection,” she says with a guilty smile. “What if you knocked me up?”

“Then you’ll make me the happiest man in the entire universe.”

“I like the sound of that.”

I push myself off the wall to grab Victoria’s clothes, which are strewn around the shuttle. In my enthusiasm I ripped the front of her uniform… though I must admit, I like this new look, a sliver of her beautiful skin showing, right down to her naval.

I slip my armor on just in time. The shuttle boards, the gravity once again returns.

Victoria grabs my hand, our fingers entwined.

“No matter what happens,” I tell her, “You are mine. In this life and in the next.”

The metallic doors open with a hiss.

What I see makes my heart skip a beat.