Zaneeviex AKA Zane

 

 

 

MY BROTHER, X, had mated Prairie. He’d made the pretty red-haired beauty his queen. No small feat considering she had a waspish mouth, took no shit from anyone, and even made the Blind Seer smile.

Prairie wasn’t unwanted baggage or a ball and chain. She’d already changed X for the better. Aged three hundred-and-then-some of her Earth years, he’d finally settled down, if settling down meant getting his cock fucked by his wife whenever she wasn’t trying to change policy on Zenithia.

Female humans are docile, he’d said.

Yeah, right.

Standing at five-foot-five to his seven-feet, Prairie had totally tamed X. And he’d never been happier to let a woman run roughshod all over him.

I wanted that.

Wanted the ultimate lifelong connection.

Wanted someone I could trust.

Like most Zenithians, I’d fucked around sexually as much as I could. I’d also trained as hard professionally as the next Valkrane warrior, but my experience learning the art of battle had been shaped by torment. A full decade of shame had been heaped upon my head.

The ten years I’d spent with my uncle, the Commander, in the desolate terrain on the far side of Zenithia, had opened my eyes to how hate and prejudice could warp a male’s sense of right and wrong. He’d pushed me a thousand times harder than any of the other would-be warriors.

Not only that, but Uncle had punished me for the physical endowments I’d been blessed with. Nights spent alone in a cold damp dark cell, woken up every hour on the hour so my sleep pattern was permanently disrupted. Days spent nearly naked under the four blazing suns, shifting stones from one pile of rubble to another with no relief or respite.

Uncle had called my enhanced nature a deformity.

Whatever. His maltreatment made me a tougher SOB, toughness I usually hid beneath a healthy dose of humor and an equal thirst for female flesh.

I played my deformity off by getting females off with my double dicks.

The Playboy Prince.

If Earthlings were the new black, I wanted my own princess from a different planet. Wanted someone who looked past what she’d gain if she mated me—prestige, honor, jewels.

I wanted a good woman who appreciated me for more than a nightlong deep-double-dicking.

Okay, that was partly a lie.

I completely wanted to sink both cocks into both holes of a human chick just to bend her to my will.

Truth.

In my search for a mate, I navigated to Area 51. Why not? Seemed an obvious place to start—the perfect locale to find a woman susceptible to the extraterrestrial. The Homo sapiens in tune with us seemed drawn to the Nevada sweet spot.

On a hotrod motorcycle, the velocity nowhere close to the hyperspeeds of our vehicles but a thrill nonetheless, I cruised across the desert as night settled around the popular cult location.

I felt drawn too.

While X heard and projected thoughts, I saw images. And one female in particular kept flashing through my mind. She walked alone across the sandy terrain, pale blonde hair fluttering behind her as dazzling as the stars. Bright blue eyes guarded and cautious peered out behind black-framed glasses, and she looked a bit . . . geeky, with a bodacious body. She wouldn’t have been my go-to choice, but for some reason I couldn’t rid her from my mind.

As if the thought of her were a charm of some sort, I was compelled to ditch the motorcycle a mile from my final destination and complete the journey on foot. No sooner had I set my booted feet on dusty land, the weather shifted, as if the earth itself reacted to my presence.

Heat lightning pulsed and ebbed in pink-orange-white waves across the horizon. The skin markings on my chest pulsed too, and I wondered if a new design was growing, like X’s had when he’d met Prairie.

The closer I got to my goal, the tighter my chest felt, and I was pulled in one distinct direction. Toward a small outcropping while the lightning ringed closer and rain sputtered ineffectually down just enough to sizzle on the dry ground.

Like X before me, I’d done nothing to mask my appearance. As a mostly humanoid race, we could pass as Earthlings in most ways—we were just taller, bigger, stronger, and had powers no mere human would expect or detect.

A bar of lightning flashed near my feet, the electric charge flowing through my body. When the white shard of light cleared, and I finally saw the female in the flesh, her head was thrown back as she laughed at the slight spattering of rain on her face.

She stood marginally above me, and the sight of her rocked my body and sucked the air from my lungs. My groin lurched heavily.

A new current ran through me, connecting me to her instantly.

When her jewel-like eyes landed on me, her lips parted.

It was then I noticed her sweatshirt, complete with a You Are Not Alone logo plus a gimmicky green alien.

Surely it was a sign.

Stepping closer, I dragged in a deep breath that brought her clean scent to me. “You are meant to be mine.” Smooth, Zane, so fucking smooth.

“Come again?” Her momentary awe changed to a look of Help! Stalker!

Cautiously approaching, I ascended the little rocky hill. “Don’t be alarmed.” I lifted one hand. “I won’t hurt you.”

My body zinged the closer I got to her, and there was an intensely intelligent, singularly womanly appreciation in her gaze that drifted over me.

One corner of my mouth kicked up as I perused her much slighter body, her feminine form mostly concealed by the ugly hoodie. She was just five-four to my six-nine. And her breath hitched audibly when I stood in front of her.

Another zap of lightning landed on the ground behind me.

“I’m from a different planet, and you are my mate.”

A frown marred her forehead, and she snorted with a shake of her head. “We’ll make contact this time, riiiiight,” she mumbled before dragging her narrowed gaze to mine. “Look, buddy. I’m an astrobiologist, so I think I’d know if that were even possible.”

“Would you though?” Crossing my arms, I peered down at her.

She pushed her glasses up her nose with one fingertip and flipped a badge open in my face with her other hand.

NASA. Impressive.

Not as impressive as a true not-blue alien standing right in front of her, I was willing to bet.

“Aren’t you the least bit curious, Miss Scientist?”

She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth before letting the plump flesh free. “Fine. Mind if I get a blood sample? Take a selfie with you to prove the existence of an alien species?”

A vision of her in a lab coat swarmed over me. She even made the sterile uniform look enticing.

I’d like to give her a sample . . . of my cum.

I shrugged. “Go for it.”

From her pocket, she pulled out a phone. She sidled up to me, head tilted as she studied me, full lips pursed in suspicion.

I swallowed down a chuckle when she held the phone up and out. The short angle wouldn’t even capture me from the shoulders down.

I bent toward her, my breath, my low rumbling voice, brushing against the shell of her ear. “Perhaps I should take the photo.”

“Annoying,” she grumbled before handing the phone over.

I lined up the picture, put on a smile, and wanted to wrap my arm around her until I felt her breasts against my chest. “Say cheese.”

“Limburger.”

I swiped my fingers across the growing smile on my lips, giving her back the phone.

She looked at the picture, fanning herself momentarily—her cheeks flushed—before she stopped herself.

I wondered what it’d be like to kiss her. To make her nipples tight, hard, and slippery from my tongue before traveling lower down her belly and—

The female cut into my musings, muttering to herself, “I can’t show this to my parents. It’ll just feed their delusions.”

“If your parents believe in the existence of aliens, they’re not delusional, I assure you.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Let me guess? You’re from the Sharonite Galaxy?”

Her casual mention of our solar system completely poleaxed me. “Uh, how’d you know?”

She laughed from deep within, which made her tits wobble enticingly beneath the fugliest sweatshirt I’d ever seen. My dicks thickened, rock-hard and drooling in my jeans.

I’d never had this intense instant reaction before, and yet she seemed unmoved. That’d never happened to me before either. If I wanted a specific female, I merely hooked an eyebrow in her direction, and she came running to service my cocks like her life depended on it.

Human women are docile, X had said.

Apparently Prairie wasn’t the only ballbuster of human nascence.

“And you’re Zenithian, right?” She rolled her eyes.

More and more perplexed, I scowled. “I’m the Prince of Zenithia.”

“Of course you are. And I’m the Queen of Atlantis.”

“Atlantis is a dead civilization. Zenithia is alive and thriving.”

Throwing her hands up in the air, she paced a small circle in front of me. “I can’t even with you.”

“Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Zaneeviex.” I offered her my hand.

She scoffed at me. “Zaneeviex? Sounds like a prescription drug for erectile dysfunction.”

“My friends call me Zane. And as for limp dicks . . . that’s not an issue where I’m concerned.”

“Right.”

“And you are?”

She heaved an impatient sigh. “Astrid.”

“Astrid.” I rolled her name around on my tongue.

It sounded right. She felt right.

“So, Zane of Zenithia, do you know Cozmo?” Her mind flashed to an image of a young blond man with a big jovial smile.

Jealousy flared inside me, sharp and sudden. “No.” My spine stiffened as I loomed over Astrid. “Do you know Prairie?”

“Prairie?” Her head coiled back. “Can’t say that I do. And anyway, all this stuff is just a make-believe story Old Mr. Hobbs conjured because he’s lonely and a little bit off in the head. I hope he paid you well for your act out here, because I almost believed you.”

Astrid stepped around me. “Well, this has been one of the strangest conversations I’ve ever had, but I better be going now.”

I blocked her path, trying to be as unthreatening as possible. But I couldn’t let her go. Nor could I force her to come with me. The little blonde with the big glasses and the pert nose and the curious mind compelled me to entreat one last time. Plus she got my cocks raging harder than ever, evidenced by the double bulge in my jeans.

“You said you’re an astrobiologist?” Taking her hand in mine, I knew she felt the same sizzling chemistry as I did when she wet her lips and her gaze clung to my mouth. “I can prove I’m telling the truth.” Deep and rumbling as the thunder that receded, my voice shivered near her neck as I leaned down. “I can prove the existence of life on other planets.”

Astrid arched, and I banded an arm around her waist, slim beneath the bulky sweatshirt.

“How?” she asked.

My lips nuzzled her throat where a pulsebeat hummed. “I’ll take you to Zenithia tonight.”

As I moved up her neck, her hands pulled at my shoulders. My chest collided with her breasts, and I licked slowly, softly, seductively at one corner of her mouth.

When she turned her head, I took the invitation. One wild plundering kiss, hands on her ass, tongue exploring languidly, and I had to have her completely.

Breaking away from her mouth, my breathing heavy and my cocks heavier, I dragged shadowed eyes to hers. “Come with me.”

She looked up at me, dazed. “Did you do something to me just now?”

“It was just a kiss.” Bullshit. It was the kiss of the millennium, more like.

“I can’t stay long. My parents have already . . .” Astrid’s sweet mouth pruned as her words halted.

I nearly laughed. I can’t stay long. Like an intergalactic space jump was just a trip to the corner store. “I’ll return you soon.”

“How soon?”

“A week?” Hey, seven days had worked out for X and Prairie.

“I still don’t believe you,” she said, yet she leaned into me.

“As long as you trust me.”

She held out parted fingers, Mork & Mindy style. “Na-nu Na-nu. Take me to your home planet.”

Laughter chugged from my chest, and I gathered her hands in mind—enthralled, captivated, wanting.

“X said this might help with the journey.” I leaned in for another kiss.

“X?”

“My brother. The King of Zenithia.”

“Obviously.”

The next kiss was longer, lusher, and I held her completely in my arms as I rendered her unconscious.

Brilliant desert lightning shafting around us, I easily carried Astrid to my abandoned motorcycle. Holding her in front of me, I roared through a midnight storm that had nothing on my planet’s nusoon season. Rain began to batter down, and I shielded Astrid’s smaller form with my own until we reached the Lex XXXRAWR spaceship.

Invisible to the human eye, the shuttle lay low and sleek and silver, the portal opening on my command. Turbo boosters came to life with silent whirs, sending up swirling sand devils. I deposited Astrid gently on a seat, took my post, and set us in motion.

A blazing burst of light—like a comet—trailed behind the Lex as we rocketed into outer space and shot through to the next dimension.

My mortal mate would only wake once we completed the trip to Zenithia.

I only hoped she didn’t freak the fuck out when she came to, because I had big plans for her. Many, many plans . . . in my bed.