Page 18 of Larz

My name on his lips brought me back—here on this moon, where everything was possible and nothing was certain.

I met his gaze again. He looked at me again with a gaze filled with something like wonder—a look that said he saw me not just as another creature from another world but as Hailee—flawed and searching just like him.

The walls I’d built around myself on Earth crumbled piece by piece with each caress, each kiss shared under foreign stars. It wasn’t just passion—it was discovery and understanding and two souls reaching across an expanse wider than space itself and finding something akin to home in each other’s arms.

“We should head back,” I said eventually, though every fiber in my being protested the end of this stolen moment.

“Yes.” Larz agreed, but made no move to let go. Instead, he traced patterns on my arm absentmindedly—as if memorizing the feel of me through touch alone.

As we sat there in silence beneath Zheon and the other twin moon, Yomtera—two worlds colliding—I realized that perhaps home wasn’t a place or a planet. Home was when you felt understood despite all odds, and when another’s presenceacknowledged and filled with loneliness, and when attraction wasn’t just about desire but about finding your reflection in someone else’s soul.

My heart pounded in my chest as Larz’s lips claimed mine once more. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine and setting my nerves alight. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the hardness of his muscles beneath my fingertips. Our kiss was urgent, desperate—a need that neither of us could deny any longer.

As our tongues danced together, Larz’s hands roamed over my body. He cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently as he explored their contours. I moaned into his mouth, arching my back as pleasure coursed through me. His fingers traced down my stomach, dipping into the waistband of my pants before sliding beneath them. I gasped as he touched me intimately, his fingers teasing and probing in a way that left me breathless.

Larz pulled away from our kiss, his eyes burning into mine as he continued to explore me. “Hailee,” he whispered hoarsely, “you are so beautiful.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt myself blushing under his intense gaze.

Without warning, Larz’s hand slipped between my legs. I gasped as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin there, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He pressed harder, sliding a finger inside me with ease. I moaned loudly as he moved it in and out of me in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

As Larz continued to explore me intimately, I reached out to touch him in return. My hand slid over his chest and down towards his waistband—but something stopped me short. As soon as I touched him there, I felt a strange vibration—a pulsating energy that seemed to emanate from within him. Startled, I pulled back abruptly, staring at him in confusion and fear.

Larz noticed the look on my face and smiled reassuringly at me—but there was something else there too: an underlying current of excitement that made my heart race even faster than before. “Do not be afraid,” he breathed, reaching out to take my hand once more and guiding it back towards him. “This is a part of who I am.”

With trembling hands, I reached out again—this time with more caution than before—and touched him between his legs once more. To my surprise, the vibration returned—stronger this time. I felt something else too, an unmistakable hardness that strained against the fabric of his pants. My eyes widened in shock as realization dawned on me: Larz was not just any man, he was something else entirely, something alien and powerful beyond comprehension.

Larz chuckled softly when his eyes met mine. A deep rumble from his chest sent shivers down my spine once more. “You see now?” he asked quietly, reaching out to cup my face in his hands and gazing into my eyes with an intensity that left me breathless once more."You see what makes us different... and what makes us alike." With those words still echoing in my mind, Larz leaned forward and kissed me again—this time with a passion that left no doubt about how much he wanted me. How much we both wanted each other. Despite our differences, despite everything that separated us from one another from this world, and from any world we had ever known before.

My heart pounded in my chest as Larz’s fingers slid between my legs. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. A strange, pulsating energy emanated from within him.I gasped as he pressed harder, sliding a finger inside me with ease. The feeling was intense, almost overwhelming, but also incredibly pleasurable.

As Larz continued to explore me intimately, I reached out to touch him in return. My hand slid over his chest and down towards his waistband—but something stopped me short. As soon as I touched him there, I felt the same vibration—a pulsating energy that seemed to emanate from within him. Startled, I pulled back abruptly, staring at him in confusion and fear.

“Hailee,” he whispered hoarsely, “I want you.” His voice was low and seductive, sending shivers down my spine once more. Without another word, he lifted me onto his lap so that we were face-to-face—our bodies pressed together intimately as our lips met once more in a passionate kiss filled with desire and longing.

Our bodies moved rhythmically like two halves of a single whole—each stroke bringing us closer to ecstasy until finally we reached their climax together. We did the unthinkable. An alien and a human made love under a strange moon and the light of a massive planet.

Chapter

Eight

Larz

Yomtera’s pale light cast long shadows as Hailee and I made our way back to the encampment. Our silent communion in the solitude of the alien landscape lingered between us, an unspoken bond that defied the tensions awaiting us.

As we approached, raised voices sliced through the still air, fracturing the peace we had found. Humans huddled together, their faces taut with fear and anger, while my fellow Zorvians stood on the periphery, their silver eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern.

“What’s going on?” Hailee whispered, her hand brushing mine as if seeking reassurance.

I shook my head, my gaze scanning the crowd. “Uncertain. But emotions run high.”

A human man with a furrowed brow and clenched fists pointed an accusing finger at a Zorvian elder. “You’re not telling us everything! What are you planning for us?”

The elder’s response came calm and measured. “We have extended our hospitality. You crash-landed on our moon; we could have left you to your fate.”

The man scoffed. “Hospitality? We’re prisoners here!”

Another voice joined in, a woman’s this time laced with desperation. “We can’t stay here forever. We need to know if there’s a way off this rock!”

The tension thickened, like storm clouds on the horizon promising a fierce downpour. Hailee’s hand tightened around mine before she let go and stepped forward.

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