Zane

 

 

 

“BUT HOW DID you? What did you?” Astrid broke free of her brother and parents, spinning around to me.

“Took a little road trip.” I hung back, captivated by her sheer joy. “Or a space trip.”

I’d found her folks still at Area 51. All other Believers had departed, but their Winnebago parked in the middle of the desert boasted a glittery, somewhat wind-torn banner proclaiming Hellooo to the Aliens!

One look at her mom’s T-shirt—embroidered and bedazzled with Humans Aren’t Real—and it became obvious they were definitely as pro extraterrestrial as Astrid had said.

I’d hardly had to mention her name and Zenithia in the same sentence, and offer them a ride to outer space, before they’d packed their bags and trekked enthusiastically beside me. Pinging questions a mile a minute about the Sharonite Galaxy and Zenithian hierarchy, Delphine and Herb reminded me of Astrid’s never-ending curiosity and zest for knowledge.

I hadn’t told them about Cozmo though, their long lost son. I saved that surprise until we arrived here, in the palace. When Kerta had strolled down the hallway, Cozmo in tow, tears cascaded, hugs abounded, and my eyes may have dampened too.

Now Prairie and X joined us, completing the commotion in the corridor.

“But you were there and back in less than a couple hours.” Astrid peered at me then back at her parents and brother.

“Ah. That old space-time continuum thing.” Prairie stroked her chin like she was a professor or something.

Before even more introductions could get underway, everyone faded away—all except the new humans, Astrid, Cozmo, Magnar, and me. With their disappearing act, they acknowledged the importance of this moment, this portentous reunion for Astrid’s family. Family I hoped to become part of.

“You’re bribing me.” Astrid’s blue gaze pierced me.

“No, I’m not.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Okay. Maybe a little. Is it working?” Unsure, I dropped my hands, awaiting her reaction.

She hurled herself at me. “Yes! Oh my God, yes!”

A thick laugh rumbled from my throat, laughter that ceased when her lips melted against mine. I tasted the saltiness of tears shed, felt the heat of her body I craved, heard the beat of her heart I wanted to win completely.

Her lips drifted to my cheek then down to my chin she nipped.

She peeked up at me. “So they can stay?”

“Is a unix multicolored?”

“Yes!”

“What’s a unix?” Delphine asked.

Astrid hopped down just as quickly as she’d jumped into my arms. She gathered her mom’s hands in hers.

“I’ve got so much to tell you. But you should catch up with Cozmo first. And then we’ll eat and I’ll take you on a walk to the seaside and hopefully we can catch sight of the unix. There are blue pastures where the tazek graze and . . .”

I’d never heard Astrid talk so fast before. Never seen her so excited, except when she was riding my cocks, a thought I probably better subdue before I scandalized her parents with what I wanted to do to their daughter.

“And while you hang out with Cozmo I think I need to give a proper thank you to my mate.” Her sultry tone and the blatant invitation of her swinging hips as she sauntered to me made my mouth salivate to taste her.

“Oh my heavens.” Delphine pressed her hands beneath her chin. “You’re really engaged to the prince of Zenithia?”

Taking a leaf from Prairie’s page, Astrid called back, “Please don’t bow to him. His head is already big enough.”

Heads, plural. The ones in my leathers straining. Astrid didn’t know the half of it.

Guessed I didn’t need to subdue my cocks’ throbbing need for her after all . . .

****

The feast was in full swing in the Great Hall, what Astrid called a rehearsal dinner to our upcoming ceremonial mating.

Speaking of Astrid, she laughed boisterously beside me, sharing another anecdote about life on Zenithia with her parents. And she looked hot. So fuckhot I couldn’t concentrate on her words any longer.

The deep purple gown highlighted her ripe curves, nipples prominent and peaked inside the thin material. Her nebulous blonde hair streaked down her back, and every time she chuckled her tits jiggled, causing my cocks to lurch inside my leather pants.

Leather pants filled to bursting with my weighty balls and steadily thickening dicks.

X stood to say another toast as more meat, fruit, more drinks and sweets were served.

The Hall overflowed with our court, friends, family, freed men and women. Music pulsed from the drummers in the corner, and X and Prairie lounged on their thrones, although more often than not Prairie perched on his lap.

Almost full term, her belly rotund with twins she’d birth soon, Prairie shone with the glow of motherhood.

Astrid glowed just as much. She caught my hand as my fingers trailed up her thigh, inside the dress.

“You’re a naughty male.”

“Guilty.” I swooped down for a luxurious kiss, ending with the lewd sound of wet lips clinging.

“With my parents sitting right here.”

“Happy to take you someplace private. I’ll fuck you until you scream so much you lose your voice. Screw you so hard I’ll leave you aching for me to fill you every second of every day.” My dark dirty voice, rife with intent, made her eyes dilate to near black.

After dragging in a shuddering breath, she flashed me a coy feminine smile full of her own wicked promise. “Later.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“I hope so.” She gave a pleased hum.

She knew she had me.

“Get a room!” Dex boomed, raising chuckles and applause from all around.

That was okay. His time was coming, and I’d be right there to stick it to him—but not like Jedrek wanted to stick it to him.

I’d installed Astrid’s parents in lodging similar to and nearby Cozmo’s, what Astrid liked to call the mother-in-law suite. They’d settled in during the past fortnight, but they hadn’t stopped fretting about the fate of their beloved Winnebago. Not until I’d returned to Earth and delivered the land beast—bequeathed by Herb and Delphine—to one Mr. Hobbs.

Old Man Hobbs looked exactly like Astrid’s imaginings. He’d recognized me immediately, and made me listen to his tales of Zenithia until I fed him enough nycane to keep him dosed for a few good days.

Everyone was happy.

It turned out Delphine was a midwife, and she began working with and learning from the healer immediately.

Herb, a scholar, had taken to discovering the nuances of our language, sans ear translator, which made for some pretty fucking funny lingual mistakes on his part.

Cozmo was still hell-bent on becoming a full-fledged warrior.

But worry continued regarding Astrid, Prairie, and all the humans in the wake of the latest attack. So far Uncle hadn’t turned up any conspirators in his outpost. X, making a proactive decision, hired one more elite Valkrane to join the ranks with Jedrek, Magnar, and Dex to keep watch over the royal females. Khalon the warrior was known to us all, and trusted implicitly.

My glance slid from Khalon stationed at the entrance of the Hall to Astrid, seated beside me. Brushing aside her bright hair, I placed my mouth on her neck. Her fluttering pulse beat against my tongue, and shivers raced along her skin.

Kerta leaned back in her chair, lazily drinking from a tankard. “Yawn with all this mated life. When are we having another orgy?”

Cozmo licked his lips, staring at my sister.

Dude had no idea what he was in for during a full-on Zenithian orgy.

Magnar, on the other side of Kerta, hit my sister with an insolent grin. “Count me in, princess.”

Jedrek watched all with a semi amused smile, but he was as alert as ever . . . on Dex’s ass that was.

The whole dynamics of our planet were shifting. It’d be interesting as hell to see what happened next, other than me screwing Astrid through the bed later.

“You ready for the mating shindig tomorrow night?” Prairie tapped on Astrid’s shoulder.

“The wedding!” Astrid’s mother clapped her hands.

“Mating ceremony,” X corrected.

Delphine didn’t care, wasn’t even the least bit awed by the spectacle surrounding her—seven foot-plus tall Zenithians, exotic foods, a completely new race. It was like she’d lived here her entire life.

“Wait until she gets a load of the Blind Seer,” Kerta joined back into the conversation.

“Blind Seer?” Astrid asked.

“She actually has a great sense of humor even if she is visually challenged.” Prairie winked before plunking herself down on X’s lap.

He groaned. A groan that meant one thing. No matter how pregnant Prairie was she was probably in for a long bout with him tonight.

“The Seer is the most sacred being on the planet.” X ran his fingertips down Prairie’s bare arms. “And yes, she does seem to find you amusing.”

“I can’t wait.” Cheeks flushed, Astrid laced her fingers between mine.

No doubt she’d be taking notes on the Zenithian ritual right down to the vows we exchanged.

I couldn’t wait either . . . to take her to bed.

The former slave named Laurel roamed by our table, shiny black hair cascading to her waist.

“Yo. That’s Laurel there,” Prairie hissed to Magnar. “Right, Cozmo?”

Cozmo nodded, leaning out of his chair to watch the human woman sway through the crowd.

Jedrek and Dex leaned almost identically to him, gazes glued to her retreating ass.

Now that was interesting. Both warriors pining over the same woman and Jedrek’s admitted infatuation with Dex . . .

Kerta stood up, kicking her chair back. “What’s she got that I don’t?”

And Magnar and Cozmo turned their attention on her.

“I’m dancing,” my sister announced. “Who’s with me?”

Astrid hopped up, most of the men too.

I watched my female’s sinuous movements as long as I could—her hair tumbling back, her hips shaking side to side, her breasts nearly toppling from the gown.

When I had no more patience for her teasing, I cut a path toward her, all people parting in front of me. All except Astrid.

Her body undulating, eyes hooded, she beckoned me with one finger and a smile that promised a whole lot of naughty . . . later.

The rhythm of the drums drew us closer and closer until our bodies met and meshed. I hooked a forearm around her waist, pulling her to me. She tossed her head back, arms ringing around my neck.

We grinded, gyrated, all but fucked there in the Great Hall. She flicked her hair and spun in my arms. Her ass hit my groin when I bent my knees. I brought my hands higher, brushing just below her tits.

Her head fell to my shoulder, lips parted.

I took those lips, twisting my hips, bucking against her as equal heat incinerated our two bodies, my two cocks.

“I need to be inside you, meehri.”

Turning, she lifted a leg until it draped against my hip. “Take me to bed.”

****

We didn’t make it all the way to bed.

Astrid had tempted me beyond my limits.

After entering our rooms, I shredded the gown from her phenomenal body.

Standing in front of me, naked and wanton, she whispered one word, “Yes.”

Latching onto her mouth, I dropped my leathers to midthigh and hauled her into my arms. Within two steps, I held her braced against the wall, naked bodies sliding together, her legs locked around my waist.

One thrust into her dripping wet cunt and I lunged deep inside her with one solid straining cock.

She gasped, clutching onto me as her sheath rippled in drenched heat.

“I can make my dicks smaller.” I rocked my pelvis, lust contorting my features.

“Can you really?” Her hot voice slipped up my throat until her lips curled around my earlobe.

“No.” I pulled out only to slam back into her, hitting the far recesses of her pussy and stretching her to the limit.

“Christ! Zane!”

“Call me meehra.” I dragged her higher, cunt poised on the beefy tip of my cock.

“Beloved?”

“Yes.” With her tits at face-level, I sealed one puffy nipple between my lips.

“Meehra.” She swiveled her hips, seeking to seat herself on my thick prong. “Please. Fuck me, meehra.”

Indomitable strength flexing through me, I pulled her down until our bodies meshed completely. She came with a wild shiver, a scream locked in her throat.

I bent down to torture her other pink nipple, flicking the bud with my tongue, rasping delicately with my fangs.

My lower cock nestled in the cleft of her ass cheeks. The slippery clasp of her womanly flesh the perfect home as heat shuddered all the way from my spine to my engorged balls.

Lifting her up and dropping her down again and again, I grinded for a few seconds, probing ever deeper into her soaked channel.

I pulled her hips away from the wall so her glistening body formed an arched bridge held up only by my hands and my cocks. Hot pounding lust poured between her and me, sweaty loud lusty pleasure steeping higher.

With Astrid on the verge of release again, I unleashed all my strength. My hoarse grunts swelled with her rising moans. She met every thrust, pussy pulsing around my bucking cock, ass wiggling to massage my aching hard-on.

Fire flicked in my vision, heat licked all along my body.

She strained, bowed, clutching and convulsing as uncontrollable cosmic pleasure detonated in a liquid orgasm.

I bellowed, blinded, as both my cocks thickened.

I clasped her to me, her breasts crushed against my chest. Cum shot all over her ass and up her entire back while the dick plunged into her pulsating cunt bucked, jerked. I unleashed another massive blast inside her pussy, gripping her hair, grinding into her.

Astrid panted hot fast little breaths against my neck, her hips still twitching, ass still jiggling.

“I hope you’re not tired yet.” I gave a husky laugh, carrying her to the bed.

On top of the soft furs, she undulated. “But there’s this Earth tradition. We’re not supposed to actually be together the night before the wedding.”

“I’d say it’s too late for that.” With a smirk and two ever-hard cocks, I prowled on top of her.

Her hands swept across my chest, following the lines of the new skin marking nearly—finally—connecting. Two sides that would join in an infinity symbol, signifying Astrid’s and my union.

I rolled over, drawing her on top of me.

With her propped up and ready to ride my cocks, I drew my fingers through her cum-soaked slit. Then I pushed a wet fingertip into her mouth.

She licked my essence, moaning. “Oh Lord. If X got Prairie pregnant with twins, you’re probably gonna knock me up with quadruplets if it happens like that.”

The look I gave her could only be described as wolfish.

Alien-humanoid wolfish.