By Angel
I think it was the same feeling of dying.
Life means pain. Pain gives us the certainty that we are alive. Where I was it is dark. And the hallucinating pain. Somewhere his voice echoed with apprehension. And my pain doubled. There was no air in my lungs. I burned and my skin burned.
Maybe it was like being born a second time. I did not know. I could hear the sounds where I was. The metallic sounds, feeling the needles that penetrated my skin and nothing made a difference to me. There were drugs in my body. My heart seemed to explode at an unknown and throbbing rate. My bones and my whole body burned even so I still had the perception of him.
Zorack.
I was a pathetic teenager in a country town. Small Mountain seemed to have come out of nowhere exactly. I think I dreamed like any girl my age may be living in a big city. I expected my eighteen years for that. A new life in Los Angeles.
Only I wasn't just any girl.
I read the note nailed to the fridge with a sigh. It was clear that Sam was furious with me. Three days away from home. How was I going to explain? He was even a legal guardian. Maybe that time they would finally kick me out of yet another foster home. There had been so many ...
Nobody ever found me when I disappeared. I was watching a movie on the old TV very thoughtfully. And looking at the images of aliens on the silent colored screen. This was so different from what happened ...
There were blinding lights, the sensation of floating in the air. It was Friday night. Any teenager would be in trouble. I have grounded again. An F- in mathematics. And I looked over and over at the closed window.
My dreams were images that no one would believe. I dreamed of flying saucers and they were definitely not little green men. There were bright, intense lights and my head always seemed to explode during those dreams. They were not pleasant.
I refused to think about it. Of course, there was an excellent and logical explanation. I just hadn't found it yet. The memories of being doped with drugs, tied up and attached to machines, tubes, and needles while injecting drugs into my body bothered me. I always woke up tired and very sick. In these nightmares, I fought someone I never saw. They were experimenting there. And I didn't even know what kind of experiences they did with me. There was an implant of something in my arm. I was really screwed!
God! Flying saucers did not exist. Much fewer experiences. I had learned not to comment on any of that for fear of ending the rest of my days in an asylum.
Sixteen years! I should be having fun, meeting someone terribly healed, and hot to kiss on the mouth. I was probably the only girl in my class still a virgin. Or the city. I was going to be famous as a lesbian. What girl like my age had never kissed on the mouth?
Did it cost so much to dream of someone beautiful?
The first one I saw Zorack ... Wow! I think I always knew although denied the truth.
It was an alien right there in the middle of my room. Beautiful! His golden skin color was breathtaking as I slowly noticed the strong muscles in his outlined chest. And the eyes then! They were definitely not human eyes. Still ... It was that kind of look that holds you, warm and magnetic. That look that felt like burning. He seemed to undress someone with just that look. My skin tingled. And the hair ... Oh, God! It was my end. Did I say he looked charming with his hair tied around the neck? I was going to end up just like Spike, my best friend and stranded, and become a spinster raising cats in an old suburban house.
I tilted my face to face him, holding a bottle of Coca-Cola with my hand raised in the air. He was tall. There was something intimidating about his posture. Large shoulders. That alien was pretty nonsense. It could be illegal for someone to be this beautiful ... At least once I could dream like that! Even I was surprised. His body was detailed even in those weird clothes. And the face ... WOW!
My heart was beating fast and my face was heating up with shame. My pulse was agitated, my cheeks flushed. It was going to be my end if he could read my thoughts.
I should have lost all the blood in my brain to stand there admiring the image of a stranger. And trying not to look at that mouth. The arrogant, derisive smile was a magnet for my eyes. I still imagined the feeling of experiencing ...
"Do you want for God's sake to stop this, Angel? It must be a mugger!"
It was suddenly just a dream. Nobody like that was going to face me that way. I wasn't exactly a beauty. And he was looking at me from head to toe. Mercy. He was sexy. I had the quick impression that she was trying hard to keep her eyes fixed on mine and not to notice with greater interest the old, worn-out pajamas she wore.
"Damn it! Couldn't it be at least a tidier pajama?"
My mouth was dry. I could tell that he wanted to touch me and restrained himself.
Oh, I really want to know what a kiss is!
And that look ... That look ... shit! My body shivered with the intensity of that look.
Angel Forester, you've lost your mind!
It was still the effect of the bright, blinding glare that appeared out of nowhere in my dining room two days earlier. I still had the vague recollection of my foster father falling attacked by those things. And my pulse was burned.
Well, you're asleep and it's a nightmare!
Such a Greek god would never really look at me.
-What are you doing here in my room? Who let you in? Look at my bedroom door! Look what you did? - My outburst was furious hiding the turmoil of my emotions.
Did I mention that the damn bottle of Coca-Cola was beginning to weigh on my arm raised in midair threateningly? Ah, he might not have much taste in clothes or choose colors but he was definitely still beautiful to die for. It was perdition with all the refinements.
-You won't even care about the door after they arrive. Let's go! move quickly!
His order was a cold shower to end any hallucination even with a voice that reminded him of a caress. Hoarse and deep. Oh, he was really tall, strong, muscular, and strong. Very strong! Cute! Oh, I was going to kill Spike with envy.
-Like?! I'll start screaming if you don't leave! Now! - I still threatened.
The last thing after hearing that voice that passed through my head was an assault. He showed a certain impatience and irritation.
-What do you think you are ...
I never got to finish the sentence. My eyes widened at weapons that could never have been on our planet.
All right, Angel! You are after all on a Friday night accompanied by a handsome guy to kill. Not the end of the world! Of course, he wasn't going to be from this planet!
I was probably hallucinating. They were the damned drugs that the psychologist prescribed for insomnia. Migraines were killer!
-I'm saving your life, you fool. - he swore in a bad mood.- I wouldn't need to be around with those weird clothes that you like to wear. This is very primitive.
Primitive?! And he had managed to dress in an exaggerated combination of colors from all over a rainbow. The carnival was over. I was going to complain about my wrecked table. And I was the primitive ?!
Shameless and arrogant! Beautiful to die for !!! What would it be like to be kissed by him?
Only the nightmare was starting to become terribly detailed. Swords with laser blades? Oh, all right. lightsabers like that had been a huge success for a long time. Except that no one else watched Star Wars movies.
I still heard his voice clearly express displeasure:
-Captain for the base. I found the girl. - Now his voice was cold and impersonal when he faced me in a defiant way. - Prepare our departure as quickly as they do the repairs. The rescue mission was successful.
Rescue?! But what rescue? I looked at him dumbly. And finally, the explosive combination of dinner took its toll. I still got the shame of passing out in that god's arms. What humiliation!
But what princess, come on? There was no one else but us. It was a joke to imagine an abandoned princess running from foster home to another.
You didn't do that! Damn it!
Worst of all, I could see the connection between the two of us. I was going to die overwhelmed with shame by the thoughts. There was much more than irritation beneath that face of angry and bored expressions. There were surprise and amazement. Understanding came very slowly. that guy knew me. Did you know who I really was?
Can I now die?
He had never commented on anything. An official copy of the Confederation and very discreet. I still didn't believe it.
It's all right. Abductions? I could turn a blind eye. Find excuses. There was no problem. But that strange and intimidating alien in front of me? A lot was going to change in my life.
How it had changed. Those terrible crises. The bloodlust. There was something in my DNA that was awakening and I was hungry.
Only Zorack got in the way of that. I reacted immediately when he touched the cocoon's fibrous texture and it wasn't time yet. I wasn't ready yet.
His distress claimed my presence in the world of the living. And then everything else got complicated. There was no air in my lungs. I choked.
As much as I wanted to answer the voice that called me was still trapped in the darkness and burning. It seemed impossible. But the pain had tripled.
I just wanted to die. And feel nothing else.
I plunged into the blessed darkness, feeling their hands tear furiously at the protection of my cocoon, refusing the truth that hung between us. Part of me belonged to those hateful creatures.
I was fatally also a predator.
N'Tirlay ----------------------------------------------
By Kalael
Horns. They were small but unquestionable.
I cursed in my native language an enviable vocabulary even for a sidereal pirate while looking at my face reflected in the mirror and trying not to remember.
Damn dreams.
And they hadn't even gotten the faintest sensation of what I had felt when experiencing the delights of that human. It was not without reason that they talked about Terrans. And that displeased me. Damn hybridization programs, I thought to myself.
I now felt exactly like a caged, cornered animal, ready to attack. It was another hell. Soon I never thought seriously about taking root or desired a union with any female.
Only it wasn't just any female! May the Universe have mercy.
"You really went crazy, Kalael."
Right. Of course, there was an unfortunate logical explanation for everything. My senses woke up more primitive than I would like to look at the expressions altered by anger. Agh, they would return to normal as soon as the breath that hissed in my chest normalized. I was burning with rage. The damage was done.
A complete scholar in the maturation phase. That meant responsibilities to my people. Maintain the continuity of our species as we evolve. I shook my head with evident displeasure at my features, sadly considering what Caty's reaction would be.
And she had thought that everything was just another one of those dreams that made me burn with combustion. The point was, that certainty had left the girl exactly as I liked it. Provocative. Naughty and sexy even with inexperience. The question had been the next day ... Just imagining that Adam boy next to her could make me growl.
That human was going to be mine. I don't even know when I decided that. Just remember ... It was in my arms that the girl had really become a female and that was an important ritual among my people.
Curse! It was one thing to kiss or accept caresses from someone with a humanoid appearance and slightly human expressions despite the color of my cold coat and black eyes. Why had I refused her simple request to turn on the damn lights? Insecurity? I actually feared her reaction when noticed the fins on my back.
Of course, she would never accept a guy like you! Have you ever looked in the mirror?
Curse again! What would the defined, stiff muscles from years at the gym or broad shoulders serve me when she saw me now? I could even pass for a normal guy for her taking it all away. But the sight before me was that of a predator. Fury aroused my warrior side. It was a disaster as my species seemed to enjoy violence and relish itself to battle.
I do not believe this!
-Come on, comrade! - my best friend replied. - With so many out there ... Just an earthling! She is not even a citizen protected by the Confederation's guidelines. And the fame that these humans have ...
My gaze was steady at Brunzac, while mentally cursing Zogart. A Dorian was never, never to be trusted. Why had I messed with that scum before? It was a friendship that had ended badly when our destinies separated us.
I automatically closed my fists and controlled myself. It was not just her body that had reacted before me, but her mind. I noticed her confused thoughts, the initial fear, and even the desire that was more intense. Curse. I was making a connection with her and her habits and vocabulary more than he could have imagined.
Damn it!
She had moaned and squirmed under my body as my mouth traveled over the delicate, fragile skin. My body's reaction was immediate. My hard, thick, swollen penis with a redhead had applauded a lot to bury itself in that small, inviting body. And it was hell! The memories now real. Even my icy touch hadn't removed the lust from those incredibly green eyes as I nibbled, sucked, and licked. The nipples were delicate and responded to the slightest touch of mine. And that wet pussy ... I knew she was probably not a virgin. The detail of breaking through her barrier that prevented my advances in her body was the heavenly sensation that I did not expect. I had intensified my attack on the most intimate caresses, delighted by the surprise on the admired face as she came in my arms.
Do you really know what you're doing?
-Kalael, creature ...
I was the captain of that ship. A very important tip when hunting Gargoyles was not to trust anyone, without suspicion. The images on my security monitor made my inner predator roar possessed. Brunzac was not just a crewman, he was my friend, and yet ...
Shit!
"She's not on board," I observed coldly. - I think I might as well smell that. I don't usually lose track of someone and ... Caty ...
Even more, after having tasted and savored her entirely.
-Caty ?! - Brunzac gasped in amazement.
My blood heated in my veins, stoking my instincts. How easily I couldn't get ahead of him. I could kill him. The human was mine. Nobody ever touched what belonged to me.
The damn hybridization program had always been a waste. Okay, genetically she was a female with compatibility for successful mating.
Fuck!
I definitely wanted more! It had been her way of shouting my name clinging to me while her body shook with successive spasms. I had really enjoyed fucking with a human. Her taste and smell were permeating my skin and I wanted more.
Two entire cycles hunting the Gargoyles. It was more or less an earth year. Ah, they were old debts. Ravenack destroyed entire planets and we just backed away. He was too real a threat that needed to be stopped.
A biological weapon?
Rays! The Confederacy would never have imagined the intention of the K'aldriant. It would be the end of everything we knew. A low, treacherous blow. And it was precisely on that blue and forgotten planet that they were testing. She was a human who made my blood run faster by remembering her under my body and ...
-What about Caty, comrade? What are you going to do about the girl?
I want it. Just mine.
It was the surprise of those magnificent eyes clouded with desire. I could capture the personality she was trying so hard to hide behind those annoying and well-behaved clothes. Her nature was as rebellious as mine.
-But she embarrassed you ...- I heard Brunzac grunt and stared at him.
Why hadn't I countered Zogart's insults and comments?
The human had made me come in the absolute paradise buried deep in her pussy. Despite being of different species, there was harmony between us and the fit was perfect. All night I had been relentless and merciless in stoking and teasing her without letting her catch my breath. underneath that behaved way of her. My enjoyment was long and she had never once disappointed me until I finally fell asleep exhausted in my arms. I needed to be careful with her. I was too strong for her.
Well and that slap .... I secretly hid a smile. I didn't know many who would have had the courage to provoke me.
Why hadn't I said anything?
I got lost right at that moment without admitting that I didn't want her to see me with her fins bristled because of her. Bah, well deserved the miserable slap.
Her thoughts disturbed me. Even though I saw the color of my skin from the beginning, all I had caught in it was a strong attraction. I think it messed my vanity up a bit.
"It wasn't up to you to decide that right after I told Zogart that the female belonged to me. Caty was under my protection."
It was instantaneous. Before I could even think of my hand as a claw advanced its throat and lifted it in the air before throwing it against the wall on the other side of the cabin.
Two earth years. All this time, Brunzac had accompanied me. What other betrayals were there most? At what price had he sold himself to those miserable killers? The thought alone was revolting.
On the floor, Brunzac coughed and sat awed. At that moment, he was a stranger to me, a stranger I didn't trust.
Because of Caty?
I had known him for a lifetime. No, it was not he who irritated me.
It was me. I was a perfect predator in my midst to attract hunting. I wanted her to look at me without the compulsion I awakened in my fangs.
"She has a damn name," I snapped, struggling to pick up the claws.
-She is ... and ... 'All over the Universe. The Federation doesn't even recognize its species by the guidelines. - Brunzaz complained. - Zogart is right. You can choose any female.
And I didn't want anybody.
"Even if I could!" I replied, possessed. - Even if it was. The blue planet has a young civilization. It is not for us to decide your fate or interfere. At the right time, they evolved as necessary to accept that they are not alone in the Universe.
Brunzac sighed.
-Are you listening to what he says? They are destructive creatures and ...
-Smart creatures. You have as many rights as we do ...
-Rights ??? They are primitive! Did you think that perhaps she decided to leave with Zogart in hopes of returning to Earth?
I shook my head in disgust. That creature before me exuded fear. And he kept lying. Why?
The rest of my patience evaporated. I moved forward with cold eyes and a dry look with claws ready in an attack position. I was the predator there. And attack if necessary. It was my female they had taken. He was possessed. My visible fangs showed that when I hissed forward. My look was red with hate and anger.
"Traitor!" I shouted the worst insult to our people. It shamed our people. He handed a protected female of ours into the hands of enemies. Did you really imagine that I wouldn't have a personal security system to monitor the ship?
Brunzac cleared his throat quite nervously.
-That's not what you're thinking!
-Not even?!
-But of course not! I ... I can explain. - the explanations came stumbling.
I shook my head in astonishment and then disgusted.
-Explain why a pair of organic handcuffs is missing from the arms store? Miserable!
-You know me...
-Fairly. - I agreed indifferently to any argument. - Just you. Did you know that the Terran ... Curse! Did that troublemaker really interest me? I continued without capitulating: You gave it to Zogart.
Fuck! I really cared. And it wasn't just the question of genetic compatibility of the hybridization programs they were doing on the blue planet. Somehow she had found me. I had made a connection with my mind to the point of going crazy with images and dreams that made me burn. If something happened to her ...
-To tell your partner that I'm leaving for N'Tirlay. Tell him that D'Leruel goes after him because of the woman. For your sake, I hope the girl is safe. Or...
I stared hard, drawing the pistol and ...