Page 52 of Alien Rescue

He used his tongue and teeth to lick and nip every inch of her skin until she was one giant arousal. Who knew a fierce-looking alien could be this tender and this passionate at the same time? She felt like the most desirable woman in the world, as if he was only aware of her, and it was balm for her starved soul. She couldn’t hold back anymore, and her body went taut, her toes pointed, and she came, shuddering in his arms. It went on and on until at last, he lay watching as she continued to tremble with aftershocks—gentle tremors that shook her body.

He arranged her again and she felt her eyes widen. “Again?”

“Quiet, my breeder, we have many hours left in the sleeping place.”

Rose didn’t know if she was aroused out of her mind, or ready to run screaming.

He traced her forehead with a gentle finger. Rose convulsed with pleasure again and again as he pleasured her with his fingers, and used his tongue to drive her out of her mind and into orgasm after orgasm. When at last he entered her, she was convinced her body was incapable of feeling any more pleasure.

She was wrong. When his body went taut with a mighty orgasm, she clung to him and touched and licked and bit him wherever she could reach.

Afterward, he lay down next to her, his massive body taking up a lot of space, and held out his arms. “I am ready to hold you now.” He said it as if he was doing her a huge favor. His eyes blazed fierce red and, where she was sated and limp from the hours he’d devoted to making love to her, he bristled with energy.

Rose scooted into his arms. Nothing would make her admit it out loud, but the way he’d claimed her, remained so focused on her, protected her, and his insistence that she sleep in his arms, completed her. She needed someone’s arms around her, to not feel alone. You’d think by now she’d be used to rejection, but if Zanr dismissed her in any way, she would expire from a broken heart. She wiggled closer. “Good night, my Komodo.” The corners of her lips pulled up.

“Good night, my breeder.” He tangled his hand in her hair. Who knows what hairstyle she’d wake up to? “You will sleep for nine hours.”

“What?” She’d been drowsy, ready to drift off, but now she was wide awake. She rose on her elbow and looked down at him. He had that look about him that she never knew if it was sheer stubbornness or his idea of caring.

“Viglar said your body needs nine hours of rest every day. Most humans need eight, but you need nine because of the months that woumber tortured you.”

“Whatever.” She closed her eyes. Didn’t want to acknowledge that she’d allowed herself to be tortured for almost a year. Of course, now she couldn’t sleep. After a while she asked. “How many hours do Zyrgins sleep?

“Three.”

That was disturbing. They were stronger and bigger than humans, had advanced technology, and on top of that, barely needed any sleep. How would humans ever defeat them? She decided to sleep because she wanted to get away from those awful thoughts. “Don’t mess with my hair,” she mumbled and fell asleep.

Rose woke alone, and shaking her head, she went to get up and then fell back with a moan. “Bet you the blasted alien didn’t have aches and pains from a night of being well loved.” Then she smiled and carefully got up and staggered to the bathroom. There were worse ways to wake up—in a tent that was big enough not to feel stifling, her body sore from a night of unbelievable pleasure.

There was no sign of Zanr. No wonder the Zyrgins conquered practically the whole universe and planned to conquer all of it. They never wasted time sleeping. But she wouldn’t complain about the hours he’d dedicated to give her pleasure.

She found the bathroom right off the bedroom, and of course, it was a fully equipped room the same as on the shuttle. No primitive facilities for the aliens. How on earth did he manage to have running water in here? She’d never admit it to him, but the alien technology was far superior. She needed to talk with Zanr, get more information about their history. “Know your enemy” seemed a very apt phrase right now.

She went to brush her teeth and stared at the wall of the bathroom. It didn’t look like any tent she’d ever imagined. When she finished brushing her teeth, she braced herself and said, “Mirror.” The wall became smooth and she stared at her hair. That crazy alien must’ve spent the whole night teasing her hair apart, and now it stood around her head like a giant furball or something equally hideous. It was going to take her ages to comb through.

“I’m gonna kill that alien.” With a sigh she stepped into the shower and washed her hair.

It took forever to get her hair tamed into a braid, but at last she finished dressing in the uniform that she was coming to prefer. She went to the living area and didn’t find Zanr there. She was about to try and figure out the machine that spat out their food when he entered.

“Good morning, my breeder.” He bent down and kissed her, a long, passionate kiss that put her on a slow simmer. Her skin prickled with remembered pleasure and her breasts suddenly felt swollen, the nipples tight.

He lifted his head and stared down at her. “I will do your hair in a better style.”

Unexpected happiness bubbled through her bloodstream. She loved starting the day like this. At the moment, even the little killers swimming in her blood couldn’t ruin her mood.

“Good morning, my Komodo.” She loved calling him that, seeing the small flares of red in his amazing eyes when she did. She kissed him back, going on her toes so that she could put her hands on his shoulders.

He kissed her again, as if her lips were too tempting to resist, taking his time, his hands caressing all the sensitive places he’d found last night, and she moaned. At last he lifted his head and took her hand and led her to the table where he’d put a brown paper bag with a familiar logo on. “I have brought authentic human food. It is safe for you to eat; I have scanned it for contaminants.” He carefully led her to the chair.

Rose sat down. Carefully. Certain parts of her anatomy were rather tender. “You do know that you’re missing out on morning sex when you get up so early, don’t you?”

He paused with his spoon halfway to his mouth, then slowly put it down and leaned toward her, his eyes blazing red. “There is morning sex?” He said it as if he’d made an amazing discovery.

“Yeah, humans have sex first thing every morning. Didn’t anyone tell you?” she teased.

“No, this information has been withheld from me.” His eyes gleamed. “None of the other warriors know about it.”

She had a strong impression he was going to keep this ‘information’ to himself. If the other warriors insisted on hours of lovemaking, their women were probably grateful for some respite the next morning.

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