Zoey

Oh god.

This is really happening.

We’re out on the field behind the castle, ready for another day of ‘activities’. I’m wearing a flowery sundress, and already I’m thinking that was a mistake — because there’s a massive cross-country course laid out in front of us.

There’s two groups of us. The men, and the women. The men are all Zorans, all tall and broad and all muscle. The women, all human females.

The groomsmen and the bridesmaids.

The only thing is… everyone here is a couple. All of the Zorans are mated with a human female. All except for one.

Him.

The purple warrior with the intense, radiant eyes, the eyes that peer into my very soul. That very man is looking right at me from across the field, and his gaze keeps me nailed to the ground.

Yesterday was the ‘bachelorette’ party. I didn’t know what to organize on such short notice, but Nora told me not to worry; she had a fantastic idea.

We sampled alien wines while we watched the Zorans wrestling outside. It was simple, yet amazing. Now that I’ve seen a bunch of shirtless Zorans wrestle in the mud, their muscles bulging, I can see why all these girls have fallen for these hulking alien warriors…

And apparently, they’re not bad in the sack either! After a few glasses of wine, the topic of performance came up. I don’t want to go into too much detail, but lets just say the Zoran men know their stuff.

Or so they say.

Now I’m looking at the only single Zoran out of the entire group, and my mind keeps going back to the one place it shouldn’t. The place that wonders what is underneath that armor of his. The place that wonders if all the stories really are true. Are they big all around? Are they as fierce as they say? Only one way to find out…

That thought scares the hell out of me. I’m by no means little, but compared to that alien warrior? Hell, I’m dainty as fuck.

Around us, everyone pairs up, the couples all mingling. I take a step towards the brooding Zoran, and then another one. Before I know it I’m standing face-to-face with the purple warrior.

“I am Kage,” he says.

His voice is a low growl that I feel all the way down in my belly.

“I am Zoey,” I say, and I offer my hand to him.

He looks at it like I’m being weird.

Right. Nora told me about him: He hasn’t met a lot of humans. Perhaps he’s not as familiar with humans customs as I thought.

I never considered shaking hands a ‘human custom’, it’s just something you do, but here I am, talking to a bona fide alien. I’ll need to rethink all that I consider ‘normal’.

Nora also mentioned that he’s incredibly talented and powerful…

I grab his hand and shake it. The moment we touch, I feel a spark.

“Do you know what we’re supposed to do?” I ask. “Nora wouldn’t tell me.”

He shakes his head. “I was hoping you would know,” he growls.

“Is everybody ready?” Nora yells.

We turn towards the couple-to-be. Nora has climbed upon Torin’s shoulders and is now towering over all of us. Her hands are cupped around her mouth as she yells at us.

“I thought it would be fun to do a couples race!” she says.

Oh god no.

“The goal is simple! The first couple to cross the finish line wins!”

I’ve seen the course laid out in the yard behind the castle. I was hoping it would be a Zoran-only affair. Running is not my strong suit.

Kage puffs out his chest. “Just a race? I’ll win easily.”

“There is one caveat,” Nora says. “The men have to carry the women!”

My heart skips a beat. And then another.

C-carry? Me?

All the other couples chuckle and shake their heads as the women climb onto their men’s shoulders. Easy for them to do; they are all dating their guys!

I turn towards Kage, my heart racing, my eyes filled with fear. If Nora had told me, I would have made sure I wore pants today. As it stands, I’m only wearing a flimsy sundress.

He looks back at me and his teal eyes are filled with determination.

“Hold on,” I say, “I have to cha—aaahh!”

Without saying a word Kage grabs me and flings me up into the air. I scream and land on his shoulders, my naked inner-thighs pressing against his warm ears. His strong, firm hands grab hold of my hips, his fingers sinking into my soft skin.

“Don’t ever to do that again!” I say.

“I don’t make the rules,” he answers.

My heart is pounding like mad — and not just because I’m afraid of heights. It’s because there’s very little separating us right now.

I barely get a moment to adjust before Nora screams “Go!” and Torin takes off with her.

“Damn,” Kage growls.

He sets off, taking long strides. I’m not good at heights, and sitting on a Zoran’s shoulders is high enough to make me queasy. We pass some of the other couples — I can see what Nora meant when she said he was powerful. He’s fast and strong, and already we’re gaining on Torin.

However, the race is not a simple straight line. There are obstacles. Fences to jump, pools of mud to wade through.

It’s one of those fences that does me in. Kage jumps over it and I lose my balance and topple over backwards with a shrill shriek.

Kage whips around and catches me in mid-air before I touch the ground.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing the hair out of my face.

“Yes,” I stammer as his thumb grazes my cheek. “I’m fine, I’m just not very good at heights.”

“It’s my fault. I misjudged the jump.”

Now I feel bad. I can tell he wants to win, and here I am, holding him back just because I’m afraid of heights. None of the other women seem to care. They are all laughing and having a great time. Why is it so hard for me?

“I can carry you another way,” he says.

“Sure,” I say. “Do what you gotta do.”

Famous last words.

He reaches down, grabs a firm hold of my two barely-clothed ass-cheeks and lifts me right up, my chest smashed against his. Instinctively I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs sliding around his waist.

This position… is almost like we’re fucking standing up.

My heart is racing, but before I can protest, he starts sprinting. All I can do is bury my head in his chest and wait it out.

We’re so close that I can feel his heartbeat. I can feel his hot breath against my neck and my ears. I can feel the tips of his fingers digging into my sensitive skin.

And that’s not all I feel.

There’s a… bulge. Growing with every passing second, pressed up right against my mound.

I swallow the lump in my throat. What the other women said must be true. Zorans are as big as they say.

Every step Kage takes I’m pressed up right against him, grinding that hard, throbbing bulge, my now-wet pussy rubbing all over him…

Why did I wear a dress?! Why didn’t Nora warn me?!

The only thing separating Kage and I are his armor and the very thin, and by now very damp, fabric of my panties. Every step sends waves of pleasure throughout my entire body as my clit grinds against his hard bulge.

I’m too afraid to look up. My eyes are shut tight, and I’m biting my bottom lip to stop from moaning. His warm, firm hands are resting right on my ass, and with every step they slide a little bit lower, and lower, and lower…

Any moment now he’s going to brush right against my wet lips. That thought both horrifies me as much as it makes me hot and bothered. He could slip a finger inside of me and I wouldn’t even protest. In fact, I’d probably come right here, on the spot…

“Close,” he growls into my ear. “So close!”

Yes, I’m close too!

I glance up. His teal eyes are focused on the road, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Yes,” he grunts, his hips thrusting into me. “Yes! Yes!”

Yes!

I claw at the armor on his back as I come right there on the spot, from the vibrations alone. My toes curl up, a soft moan leaves my lips, and my legs tremble and shake.

When I open my eyes I see that he’s looking down at me with an eyebrow raised.

Kiss me, you idiot. Kiss me. Show me what a Zoran is like.

“Congratulations!”

Nora’s unexpected voice breaks my lust-induced spell and brings me back to the present. Right. We’re not alone in the world! There’s more people out here than just me and him!

Every time I look into his eyes, I tend to forget about those facts. I thought, no, I wished it was just the two of us. As far as I could tell, I was in paradise.

Kage lowers me down. My knees are still wobbling and I take a deep breath before I look up to greet my cousin.

“You two won! Congrats!”

“Thank you,” I say. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to, uhm, be alone for a moment,” I stammer as I waddle off.

I need a cold shower. Or two.