I was doing everything wanted and shouldn't. I was in the arms of a man who could make me burn like any young and passionate girl. It was his way. And that all the damn control would go to hell. And pride.
The mouth on mine was wild and unforgiving, instigating and teasing. I just closed my eyes and gave in to the erotic rhythm he commanded when our tongues met. His fingers on my breasts made me squirm.
Even I saw myself astounded by the sensuality that invaded me, feeling the hands that roamed my body. I also knew that it was up to me to protest, only that the position was intimate and suggestive. My legs around the male waist gave him all the access that Zorack could claim.
-Zorack ... - I sighed with pleasure.
The mouth snapped me fiercely over the sensitive and sore breasts and sucked the sensitive flesh and I gasped against it.
That time he was my hunt. I was in charge. Something inexplicable was welling up inside me. And I just couldn't believe it. I had done some embarrassing things in my life, but nothing like that. My hands were on his pants, opening the buttons of the jumpsuit with a sensuality that I did not know. My body vibrated electrically with him, fingers sliding and searching. I felt Zorack mumble anything without action.
Normally, I was never so thrown.
- Mercy, Angel! - He panted hoarsely and took a deep breath. - Damn, girl. Here is not quite the place ...
-Not even? - I smiled provocatively. - The door is locked, isn't it?
-On here? - Zorack looked at me astonished. - You decided to cut your hair and ...
He still insisted on the damn irritating hair. I felt Zorack slide my body to the floor seriously.
-I thought you liked redheads more?
He looked at me more appalled than before.
-Fuck! Of course, but cut it that short ...
I heard a little. All my attention was focused on him. Anyway, I could play what wanted. It was pulsating, rigid, and alive. Huge. All I knew was that needed him. It was as basic a need as breathing. Normally, maybe I was panicking. I still felt all sore. My legs caught him bringing him to me and it was triumphant when I sketched an even more sensual smile on my knees. My intimacy throbbed invitingly waiting for him.
Oh my God! What was happening to me?
-So who knows how to manage this? - I provoked anxiously.
My mouth roamed Zorack's member, savoring and tasting. It was something stronger and unknown that welled up in my gut. It was not just a desire. I wanted Zorack. There and now. My teeth were beginning to nibble on his firm skin. It was the smell of his blood. Or rhythm as the heart bombarded several liters in your veins.
-I mean ... - He tried to move away for a moment and looked me straight in the eyes. to lift my face.- Really? - There was an unsettling doubt in his question. - Want it here? Do you really want me to eat you? You'll have to ask ... I want to hear you ask for it, girl.
-We can have fun before with appetizers. - I had the chorus flushed with electrifying sensations. Something was terribly wrong and it didn't matter ... my instincts seemed to gain control over my mind.
I smiled suggestively and my handheld the limb that barely fit between my fingers tightly. The movements were slow ... The back and forth ... I had crossed all limits and there was no turning back. Zorack was my downfall. My hands grabbed his ass and pulled him possessively.
-Now, Zorack. I want. I really want you inside me. - I could barely know my voice.
It was a wild, animal tone. I felt just like that and looked at myself in the mirror and smiled victoriously. My eyes shone deep and red. It was like releasing a sleeping part of me. I suddenly knew exactly what was and what I needed.
Zorack snarled at the edge of patience, pulling me to him. I could feel it forcing me, starting to penetrate. I averted my face, taking a deep breath in anticipation. It was sex. The orgasm sensation I knew. It was instinct. I was the predator there.
A prey's relationship with its predator could be to try to escape, escape, or fight. Everything about me was inviting. I was an animal predator that had awakened. Best. Genetically created.
Hybridization. A genetic combination of two different species. A genetic cross, a hybrid born of sexual reproduction with the best of the genome of two species. There was no other like me in the midst of my peers. And I burned with desire with the burning hormones awaiting his possession. Longing for the feeling of having him inside my body.
I barely perceived my prey as any carnivore, although it was different from the rest. They were retractable. They sank into the soft flesh as soon as the sensation came invasive and painful. I felt hungry. It was his blood and spinal fluids. I noticed my body stretching in protest trying to adapt to it. It was the big, thick member with the swollen head forcing me more ... My body reacted to it and the desire was strong.
I drank his blood like any of my kind and his pressure inside me grew. It burned. Zorack's movements were beginning to take me by pulling my mouth away, licking my fangs with the tip of my tongue.
-Damn it, Angel. - I heard Zorack curse for a moment.
And yet I did not experience shame or guilt.
And for a moment, reality fell on me as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. The red, unknown eyes ... Zorack was beginning to increase the pace of the thrusts. I could feel him coming out of me to bury himself with strength, stronger and deeper.
-Zorack ... - I managed to speak when I found the voice again.
He was too big. And it hurt in that position. The pressure he made inside me with the attacks burned. He held my hips, thrusting hard, buried even deeper ...
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Zorack narrating ...
I noticed the change in a subtle way when fangs dug into my flesh. It was not an unknown sensation. Some of us during the alien invasion had been carefully selected to ensure that these creatures were fed. Only there, at that moment, I got lost inside it. I knew instinctively that she shared my emotions as I could. It was intense. Wild. I didn't care that it was a hybrid.
Blood and fluids. They fed on our vital function as parasites. I was prepared to experience aversion and I was surprised. It didn't look like Angel at all. It just instigated me to possess it more deeply in a mind-blowing madness.
I was just investing inside her, feeling the wet and tight channel press me crazy. The orgasm ... I took a deep breath, buried every inch of my rigid member inside her, and came. And even with her inexperienced bite, it was heavenly. Until I managed to capture the frightening emotions that dominated her and I turned away from looking at her face, relieved that her eyes did not show the color of those invaders' eyes.
-Angel.- I called worried.
She looked stiff as a statue under my body and rocked emotionally. I should have taken care of or increased the doses of medication to contain her hormones at puberty. My fingers lightly stroked the base of her neck, noticing the slight and subtle changes ... The color of the skin there was golden.
-I ... I ... - Her voice shook. - What kind of monster am I?
I look at her as she asks and her fingers are dirty with my blood. She explodes in a resentful and horrified soft cry. In shock and she contracts with a low moan of pain when I slowly step out of it and stifle a curse, watching the spots of her blood on my body.
-Just keep calm and try not to pass out. - I asked looking for the clothes. I shook my head in shock. No action.
-There! - She moaned harder, shrinking like a child as she wrapped her arms around her knees in an unprotected manner.
-Are you in pain? - I wanted to know cursing myself. I can still notice her slow movements and I tighten my mouth with the dark spots on her skin. Dark and bluish that would become huge bruises. Had I done that in my impetuosity?
Curse. I should have been more tolerant, she was still too young to take it all. She needed some time to get used to my body.
-No, don't touch me. - She appealed with blurry eyes. - I will hurt you. I ... I did ...
My hand was soft on her face in a caress. It was amazing how the truth always seemed to defy someone's will. I was going to have to tell her ... I started to approach slowly to nest her against me. Discouraged, I began to fix my clothes in frustration.
-Not a monster, my little one. - I answered very seriously. - Just one ... Please, little ... Everything will be fine. It won't hurt me.
My words are uncertain as I reach into the air, conjuring a portal, manipulating the energy of time and space.
- We will have more privacy on board the Spartackus. - Slower still, I held her in my arms, closing my ears to the groans of pain. - I promise that as soon as rest I will explain. Just trust me. You now need care.
Angel was crying.
-Am I really a monster like those things out there? I could have killed you! I ... I ...
Fuck! I didn't want to talk about hosts and everything.
I grabbed Angel firmly by the arms and shook her lightly for her to react. It was like holding a lifeless and listless doll. I don't think she was ever as aware as she was now that she was an alien. Not even with Scarlet's taunts had the girl reacted this way. Perhaps Sereide could help.
Something else had happened in that escape from Spartackus and I didn't know. Stubbornly, she hadn't told him. Or fear? I knew that Angel was lacking in care on my part and I took my only suitcase there on the ship. A device to distort space-time ... And what else had happened?
Not all of my most terrible threats had convinced Spike to tell me what happened. Believing that the girl didn't remember was a joke. I could see the fear in there in the frightened green eyes that kept me from fleeing the dumb answers that hung between us.
I rolled my eyes in astonishment with more inopportune thoughts. How long did the effect of hormones on her system last after being injected into her system? I knew that Joshua had done rough calculations.
If Angel, unfortunately, could get pregnant after our first time ... Well and after the other times ... I would need to be careful not to create any more confusion that existed. Condoms! She cursedly forgot to include condoms on the list of urgent measures.
-I want you to look at me, girl! - my voice was authoritative and decisive. - K'Aldriants can feed on their hosts' blood, but usually never ...
Wrong word, Zorack. What the fuck!
- Usually? What if there isn't one in general? "Angel was shaking in dismay.
I mumbled a spell of ancient plagues that I had learned as a slave in N'Tirlay making Angel's eyes widen more frightened.
-Let's finish this conversation in my cabin and with privacy. I want to measure the dose of hormones in your blood. We really need to talk.
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Earth year 2020
It was a crew of warriors of various kinds. As I typed the access codes on the ship's bridge, I shook my head in dismay.
Ten different and fantastic beings and I would still be able to entrust my life to each of the crew there. Regardless of race, it didn't matter if some might look exotic. For an Terran woman, the situation was complicated. He could imagine disappointed at the sight she would have. Sharing her thoughts was disturbing. Her species still had a fragile constitution of epithelial tissues. Most of the warriors were descended from conquering races and mestizos.
There were scales or bone plates that were the mestizos of the Lagartans. Cold-blooded beings like I had. It was a tough, dry skin of epidermal origin. Others did not show a body formed by head, neck, trunk, and tail. In general, planets in the second quadrant of the Confederacy were pecilotérmicos, unable to maintain a constant body temperature. It helped a lot that the Ziron system had more than one sun to heat the planets and the cycles were relatively short.
There were oviparous and ovoviviparous species. And in the latter, reproduction was through internal fertilization in a female's body and embryos formed in eggs.
Urodelos was my home, my planet, and located in the third quadrant. Our bodies had no scales and some were limited to the aquatic environment. My generation could live naturally between the aquatic environment and the terrestrial environment. I could very easily live away from the water, although my people still had a strong bond. In extreme cases, skin breathing could be used if the environment was hostile. When the heat came, the elders entered a stage of inactivity and hibernation. It was the natural protection of our race and so we maintained the evolution of our species. Metamorphosis was a process of noticeable change.
There were also the most curious with wings and the body divided into head, chest, and abdomen. The old Astrol had three pairs of legs and two wings in addition to the antennae between the feathers.
That terrestrial was going to pass out when she saw the Dopterians. The inhabitants of Gallion, however, were warm-blooded beings with the capacity to maintain a constant body temperature, which was a waste of energy in my opinion. They were bipedal creatures with a high metabolism. deadly beaks could rip someone apart. And there was no need to mention the sleek and magnificent feathers that hung from their heads.
The Pisces Constellation brought its natives with inhabitants completely covered by scales. They were nimble and could go anywhere. Percopians had powerful toxins on their spines. If necessary, as self-defense I could even appeal to the poison of my prey.
Why hadn't I woken the crew up before? They were species like mine that had telepathy. Terran did not have any discipline in relation to living in a social environment.
-If you make any comments on the matter, your female will have trouble securing fertile eggs in the next litter when her male returns with some abrasions and bites, Grec.
My dry warning was accompanied by the laughter of some more distant people and a curse from me when watching the ship approaching our gravitational ray through the monitor. I was frowning at my best friend, Brunzac. Well, when I say old friend ... Brunzac had two hundred and fifty cycles. An ecturian. The bluish body showed his offspring.
Caty's reaction to their appearance would be the worst. Even more, after I had seen the first one.
-Your miserable libertine conqueror.- Brunzac joked and the slap I received on the back made me gasp.- You won the good eyes of the strange female and no ...
I ground my teeth, my fangs showing all the displeasure.
Didn't anyone know yet? By the stars, if that creature gave me horns like any male acceptable to the board for the hybridization process, it would not be able to answer for my actions.
-That's beside the point when a pirate ship ...
-But you ... yes, you took advantage of the strange creature's charms. I can smell her skin on your coat.
I rolled my eyes miserably. Could you believe it? A brilliant career. Two years of chasing the Gargoyles kept me busy. A litter? The price of the insect larva was absurd! You create! Fertilization normally needed the help of science. How many years would it cost me to work for society? Probably until their second metamorphosis. The integument until then was sensitive. No, no chicks! I definitely didn't want to be a parent. Not yet.
-It's kind of personal. - I said awkwardly.
I usually didn't hesitate to tell me. Brunzac knew that. Why was it different with her?
I will burn in the orbit of Zairon's sun.
Brunzac rolled his eyes in his eye sockets which always irritated me deeply.
-Like her? - The thundering voice was never low.
-Speak down, down, just once in your existence. Have mercy. I pleaded, looking sideways at the rest of the most distant crew.
-But she's ... it's ... It's small, fragile. Delicate. An aberration. Did you see how they dress? Our planet has no such females. Uses covered breasts like any patient.
I swallowed, forcing a barrier to thoughts. Yes, breasts. Imagine the taste of them in my mouth ... My tongue itched. Again! Curse! And my back ... I leaned on the back of the ship's uncomfortable armchair.
For the heavens of Zairon, think of me, Kalael. Any female in Erudela displayed them without any sensuality. Agh. It was like any other part of the body. Only Caty protected them. It stoked my possession instinct. I really wanted to dominate and control the Terran.
-You'll get horns like that and a baby, creature. Who would say!
-That's not it...
-Your fins ...
- Have mercy, Brunzac. It's Dariano's ship that we see. One chance in a thousand. If I make it ...
-Gargoyles ... Did I say you were obsessed with the idea, friend?
I didn't mean to talk about that. And don't even think.
The sensors fire and finally the computer warned that the approach portal was ready. Our visitors arrived.
He hoped to keep Caty out of Doriano's eyes. That was enough and we would have no problems in the citadel.