The Dawning of Fate

“You can not simply swing the weapon, Terran. You need to move with it,” Zan chastises.

“I’m trying, Tumerian,” I gripe in response. He snorts and comes to stand behind me. Folding his hand over mine, he begins moving the blade slowly through the air.

“Think of the blade as an extension of you,” he whispers. Goosebumps tickle my skin. “Allow it to flow with your body as you transition.”

The heat from his body seeps into my skin at his proximity and I lean into it. Zan releases my hand and the blade goes clattering to the ground. “Echo,” he growls and steps back.

I sigh and pick up the blade. The sexual tension between us has been boiling for the past week. Brushing against one another, caresses, and sultry stares. A lot of that probably has to do with my hormones while I was on my period but it’s not like I haven’t seen him swelling under those leather pants. However, I don’t remember ever being this sexually frustrated in my life! My sex life back on Earth might not have been the best but I wasn’t even this horny in high school. And let’s face it, everyone’s horny in high school.

“Extension of me got it.” I move the blade how he showed me. After I’ve got a nice rhythm going, I begin to circle through my stances.

“Good. How about we try those against an opponent?”

“Who?”

“Me, of course,” Zan states as if it was obvious and jogs in the house before coming out with one of his swords.

“Are you crazy? I’m not fighting you,” I say in disbelief. His biceps bulge as he swings the weapon in his hand. I’m convinced the gods are mocking me.

“Come on, little Terran. I could use the workout and you need the practice.”

I put my hand on my hip. “I highly doubt sparring with me will be much of a workout.”

He shrugs. “Indulge me.”

“Fine, but no flying!” He smiles and I roll my eyes despite how much I liked seeing it. We both crouch and from watching him fight in the market, I know he’s going to begin circling me so I move.

He’s waiting for me to attack first but I won’t give him the satisfaction. A chuckle comes from him upon seeing me raise an eyebrow. Zan raises his sword and swings it to my left. I twist and dodge it. Zan turns as well so now we’re on the opposite side we were before.

I follow my training and attempt to swipe him with my blade but he blocks it with his sword.

“I’ll admit to having an unfair advantage little Terran,” Zan teases, applying pressure to the sword. My arm buckles but I plant my feet and hold steady.

“Shut up.” I let go, quickly roll, and get to my feet. Azandum’s sword drops forward at the sudden lack of pressure against it and I use that time to jab my foot into the back of his leg. He hisses as his knee buckles but he doesn’t go down. I scramble away.

Golden irises land on me and his wings flare out behind him. I walk backward as he drops the sword and slowly walks toward me. Against better judgment, I turn around and take off running. Malevolent laughter fills my ears and my mind registers fear but my body responds wildly with arousal. My naked feet pound against the earth until they aren’t when Zan lands in front of me. I stagger back and land on the ground. I look up at his towering body above me and my breathing gets heavier.

As I slide away on the ground, he follows and I freeze when he lowers himself so that his face is right beside mine. In my ear, he whispers, “I can smell your fear.”

He continues, “You should know, I like the chase.” He extends one claw and trails it along my throat, stopping in the middle of my heaving chest. “It brings out my more animal instincts.”

Shivers of arousal and fear flow through my body. Abruptly, Zan stands up and turns his back to me, running his fingers through his hair. Confused, I get to my feet. He growls and begins to walk away. Before I know it, my feet are following him.

“Zan, wait. What’s wrong?” He takes long strides towards the entrance of the house. I reach out for his shoulder but he turns and my hand lands on his wing. Zan’s breath hitches and I gasp.

It’s like something clicked in place deep inside me. All the dreams, my obsession with outer space, feeling disconnected from everyone else, and even my disbelief in my parent’s religion. All of it was leading me here, to him, to Zan. Overwhelming emotion surges through my body. Sweltering heat pulses on my hand and I try to remove it but I can’t. Zan lets out a guttural sound and all at once, my hand falls away. I check my palm and see that it is red but otherwise okay. When I look back at his wing, I choke upon seeing my handprint engraved there.

Azandum spins around with a dangerously predatory gaze in his eyes and he pins me against the house, inhaling in a huge breath of air.

“Al sisi,” he groans into my neck. I do not know what this word means but I find myself wanting to cry upon hearing it.

Zan picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. He carries me to his room and lays me on the bed. Starving lips devour mine while my fingers rake through his mane. Zan presses his hips into mine, grinding his erection between my legs. I moan in anticipation. Air rushes into my lungs as Zan releases my lips.

“Please,” I breathe. My hands travel everywhere, chest, arms, abs. Hard muscle against soft skin. The intensity in his eyes makes my insides clench. Sitting back on his haunches, Zan glides his callused hands along my body, sending fresh waves of desire to my core. My back arches when he kisses the exposed skin on my stomach. He extends a claw and rips down the middle of my shirt.

“Wait,” I say before he does the same to my bra. I sit up, reaching behind me to unhook it. “It’s the only one I have,” I tell him when he raises an eyebrow.

“It is in my way,” he says simply. I let the material fall and Zan presses me back down to the bed. Large hands cup my breasts and squeeze resulting in a moan falling from my lips. Zan watches my reactions with intense eyes. His thumb brushes across my hardened nipple and when I gasp, he does it again. Oh, god.

“I have been extremely curious about these mounds on your chest for some time now. What do you call them?”

“Boobs.” Experimentally, he leans down and flicks his tongue across my nipple. Tossing my head back, I whimper in pleasure. When he starts to suck on them, I get delirious. He does the same to the other, paying equal attention to both. Slowly, he trails gentle kisses down between my breasts and along my stomach, pausing when he reaches the waistband of my pants. I lift my hips and he slides them and my panties off in one go. I blush when he spreads my legs and inhales deeply.

“The scent of your arousal has been driving me mad,” he growls. Oh my god. This alien is impossibly sensual.

“Just a taste,” he murmurs to himself before his tongue disappears between my folds. My breath caught in my throat. Throaty growls send delicious tremors through my core. The air rushes out harshly.

Every swipe of his textured tongue keeps me on edge, building me higher. When he passes over the bundle of nerves, my body jerks in response. Golden eyes find mine as he curiously flicks his tongue over my clit again. White-hot desire surges through my body like electricity. Zan toyed with my peak, circling it with his tongue and suckling it with light tugs.

Yearning pooled in my lower belly, spreading like a flame. He brimmed my entrance teasingly, delving in then out. The orgasm swelled within my body, begging to be released. Never had anyone been so attentive.

“Zan, please,” I whisper.

“Such an eager little Terran,” he taunts. The dark, seductive edge to his voice causes a full-body shiver that’s testing my control. A thick finger suddenly plunged inside me as his lips latched around my swollen nub. Stars exploded behind my eyelids; I came completely apart with cries of utter delight. Zan rises above me, sucking my release off his finger with a groan. He then proceeds to remove his pants and the mind-blowingly large penis stands erect. My vagina clenches in excitement.

As I lay here naked and flustered, Zan’s eyes devour my body.

“Beautiful,” he declares.

I begin to squirm, needing his hands on me, needing him in me. My skin feels like it’s on fire. A smirk appears on his face as he watches me. Zan’s body covers mine once more and his hard chest brushes across my taut nipples causing me to shudder. He then kisses me like a dying man and my lips are his lifeline. One hand disappears between us and he drags his enlarged penis between my folds.

“Azandum,” I mewled. When he lines himself up at my entrance, nervous yet excited shivers course through my body.

“Relax,” he whispers to me, locking his eyes with mine. I take a deep breath and nod. The pressure pushes at my opening, demanding entry. Zan inches further before pausing. Deep growls blend with gasping breaths. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate his girth.

All at once, Zan plunged deep into my walls. My nails dig into his purple flesh as I cry in pain and pleasure.

“Vrat, did I hurt you?” he asks, sounding strained.

I shake my head, unable to speak. I’ve never been so irrevocably full in my life. As if his size wasn’t enough, the ridges that line his cock rub against my walls. My insides quiver and clench around him and he growls. Slowly, he starts moving.

Animalistic grunts and moans fill the room. Erotic sounds of flesh connecting, fingers intertwined, and exquisite heat building in my body. Two long lost souls welcome each other in carnal desire. So good, so, so good.

Zan was holding back, afraid he’s going to hurt me. I want it hard. I want it rough. I want all of him. I clench around him and he throws his head back growling loudly.

“Faster,” I pant, my breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“Echo,” he groans.

“Please, Zan,” I whimper and that’s enough to send him over the edge. Clawed fingers grip my hips and his wings flare out behind him. Zan drives into me hard and fast. My head tilts back and I scream as an earth-shattering orgasm overtakes my body. But Zan doesn’t stop.

I’m lifted and my chest is flush against his. In this position, he pistons unimaginably deeper. Sounds I didn’t know existed escape from my throat. Zan narrows his eyes on me and they are brimming with so much intensity, so much emotion it causes my body to convulse. I wrap my arms around his neck and grip his horns from behind. A deep, guttural roar bursts from his throat. Before I know it, my muscles are tightening again. Sharp fangs graze my shoulder as I feel him swelling inside me.

“Do it,” I say pleadingly. “Mark me, Azandum.”

The aphrodisiac of pain and pleasure combine to create a volcanic release of pure emotion. Roaring, screaming, moaning, groaning. Bodies spasming, gasping for breath. Hot semen paints my insides. A soothing tongue laps at my wound. A euphoric smile touches my lips as I’m shrouded in hedonistic desire.

Zan slides out of me and I whimper at the lack of fullness. Our combined release runs down the inside of my thigh. My body is completely slack as he carries me to the bathroom and fills the tub with warm water. Zan settles behind me and gently washes my body. We bathe in comfortable silence.

Zan changes the furs on the bed and we settle in, wrapped in each other’s arms.

The following morning I wake up and my body is delightfully sore, reminding me of our wild night. Zan still sleeps. His handsome face rests peacefully, unobstructed by day to day worries. My fingers trace his body lightly. As they get lower, I find his penis hard and ready. Gosh, he’s even got stamina in his sleep.

I bite my lip as I grip him and see that my hand doesn’t close around it. He stirs and groans but doesn’t open his eyes. Slowly, I slip out of his arm and sit on my knees, stroking him. Zan’s eyes crane open and when he notices me, they get wider.

“Echo, what are-” He hisses when I lick the tip of his penis. Taking the head into my mouth, I suck on it leisurely and his eyes go wide with surprise. With the base gripped in my hand, I guide more and more of him into my mouth.

His hips buck up but I pull back just in time so he doesn’t go far. Tongue brushing along the underside of his cock and lips latching on, I suck harder. A growl passes his lips. He’s trying so hard not to thrust that his claws are ripping the fur. I move my head down further and when he hits the back of my throat, I pull back.

He doesn’t have balls like human men but there is a large ring around the base of his cock. Curiously, I trace it with my tongue while I stroke him. He growls loudly. Interesting. I continue to toy with it whilst stroking him faster.

His reaction to me is building my confidence. Every stroke and lick seems to take him by surprise. I don’t think Tumerian women give head. Lucky him. I start to suck him off with renewed effort and he starts to swell in my mouth. Using both hands, I squeeze and twist them alternatingly while I suck his head.

A rumbling groan forces its way from his throat as he sits up and spills his seed into my mouth. It’s too much that I can’t swallow it all. Pulling back, I let the rest coat my chest. Surprisingly, it’s not bitter. It tastes sweet like fruit I can’t name but know all too well. Oh, I could get used to that.

Crawling back towards him, I rest on my haunches and smile. “Good morning.” I giggle when he grabs me and flips us over. His hand cups the back of my head as he presses his lips to mine. I moan softly, allowing him to completely consume me.

“You are an enchantress after my own heart, little Terran.” He says and I smile, eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion.