RavishedbyMoonbeam (4 page)

“Ahhh…” His expression cleared. “You do not identify me due
to my holographic image.”

“You have the right to remain silent.” She drowned out his
crazy talk.

“I will change.” He pinched his earlobe. The air shimmered
and his image distorted.

“Everything you say or do—” Her words stuttered to a stop as
Frank, the man, turned into Krol, her alien lover from last night.

“You…you…you…” Danielle waved her gun at him. He juggled the
flowers and box and stripped away his flannel shirt and snug blue jeans,
revealing a warrior’s skintight leather outfit.

“You’re an alien. No.” She shook her head, trying to clear
out her insane thoughts. “Aliens don’t exist. This vision is an aftereffect of
the date rape drug.”

He frowned, his ridges rattling. “Drug?” He swept his hands
over the guns and daggers strapped close to his muscular body as though
reassuring himself they were there. “What—”

“This isn’t happening again.” Danielle’s gaze dropped to the
big vibrating ridge in his black leather pants. “I’m not fucking you or any of
your alien friends.”

“No other males!” he bellowed, and a dog howled. “I will
terminate any male who touches you.” Krol crushed the box in one clenched fist
and waved the flowers with the other.

“Right.” Danielle twisted her lips, clinging desperately to
her anger. “Because you want to fuck me yourself, over and over, with
no
recovery time.”

“No fucking.” His eyes swirled dark with emotion. “We are
courting, not fucking.” His gaze dropped to the hem of her borrowed shirt. “Not
fucking,” he repeated.

“Courting?” She waved her gun toward the roses. “So you’re
saying those are for me?” She snorted.
Who brings their victims flowers?

Krol looked at the roses as though surprised to find them in
his hand. “Yes.” He shoved them at her and smacked the crushed box on top of
the bouquet. “I have researched human courting rituals.”

Human courting rituals.
Danielle gazed down at the
battered blooms. “You’re serious?” She breathed deeply, inhaling their sweet
aroma. “You got me roses?”

“The woody perennials are beautiful and deadly.” He showed
her the scratches on his green-and-black hands and grinned, displaying his
sharp teeth. “They are like you, my Danielle.”

“Oh.” She looked at the red petals, flustered by the
compliment and confused by the deliberate hoax.
Could he truly be an alien?
“And these?” Tucking her flowers and gun under her arm, she removed the lid.
“Chocolates.” They were flattened into a gooey mess, caramel, creams and other
fillings oozing from the centers.

“The assorted confectioneries can be utilized as a source of
sustenance after we fuck.” He leaned forward, his leather-and-gunpowder scent
more appetizing than the chocolate. “Once we have completed our courting,” he
hastily added, straightening.

“Our courting.” She tested the word. “Because you’re an
alien warrior.”

“I am the
best
warrior.” Krol beamed. “My need for
you is great. I must court faster.” He pivoted on his heels and returned to the
truck. The door creaked as he opened it. He reached inside.

The barking increased. A deep, threatening growl raised the
tiny hairs on the back of Danielle’s neck. The barking stopped.
What has he
done to the dog?
She pushed up onto her toes.
I can’t see anything.

“Krol?” She dropped the roses and chocolates and pointed her
gun toward the truck.

An adorable black pit bull puppy rounded the hood of the
truck and scampered toward her, slipping and sliding on the gravel, his ears
flapping and his tail wagging.

“Oh, you are a cutie.” Danielle dropped her gun into her
shirt pocket, bent down and scooped up the puppy. He twisted and squirmed in
her hands, his little body vibrating with excitement as she held onto him,
enthralled by his seemingly limitless energy. He nipped her on the chin and she
laughed, holding him farther from her face. “He’s a vicious little thing, isn’t
he?”

“He is the fiercest canine warrior,” Krol declared proudly,
standing straighter. “I witnessed as he severed the sound-detecting organ of
his rival.”

“Did you chew a doggie’s ear off? Did you?” She tapped the
puppy’s cold nose and he snapped at her fingers.

Krol barked, startling Danielle, and the puppy immediately
quieted, licking her chin as though to make amends. Danielle stared at her
alien lover. “Can you speak dog?”

Krol’s forehead ridges condensed. “The canine’s language is
far less complex than yours.” He laid his big hand gently on top of the puppy’s
small head. “He notices the absence of his dam.”

Danielle touched her dog tags. “He’ll always miss his mother.”

“That logic is damaged, my Danielle,” Krol dismissed coldly,
and she stiffened. “Both my dam and my sire were terminated after my third
solar cycle.” His fingers twitched. “I do not notice their absence.”

“Both of them died?” She glanced up at him.

He didn’t meet her gaze, his profile grim. “They were fierce
warriors. They saved all of
Sila
before their termination.”

Leaving a three-year-old without parents to love him.

Danielle leaned into the warmth of his body. Krol placed his
free arm around her waist, holding her to him. They stood in silence, three
parentless beings, human, alien and canine.

“You have a camera in your bedroom.” She broke the
unbearable quiet.

“They watch.” Krol looked upward.

She followed his line of sight and saw nothing except dark,
menacing clouds. “You’re making space porn?” Danielle raised her eyebrows.
“You’re a freak, Krol, and I should shoot your heavily armored green-and-black
ass for not asking my permission first.”

“I am
your
Krol.” He glowered at her, his eyes swirling
with colorful emotion.

“My Krol.”

His gaze swept from the flowers to the chocolates to the
puppy cuddled between them. “Our courting is complete.” He released his hold on
them and speedily undressed, pulling down his leather outfit, his daggers and
weapons clattering to the ground. “We can fuck now.” He stood before her naked,
stroking his erect cock with one big hand.

Last night in the moonlight, he had been magnificent. Today,
he was fierce and savage, as much of a force of nature as the storm building
around them. Danielle set the puppy down on the gravel road. “You want to fuck
here? Now?”

“Our courting is complete,” Krol repeated.

She glanced to her left and to her right. The semi-private
road was empty of any other vehicles, tall fir trees growing densely where the
gravel met the soil. The dark clouds blocked out the sun, giving the illusion
of privacy. She longed for the reassurance of his arms around her and the
thrust of his cock driving away any of her lingering doubts.

“Okay. Let’s do it.” Danielle placed her hands on the police
cruiser’s dented hood and bent over. The moist, cool air caressed her bare ass.
“Take me hard and fast, big boy.”

With one vicious yank, Krol ripped the shirt off her back.
She gasped, stimulated by his brutal enthusiasm. He was an animal, her animal.
She lowered her chest and brushed her naked breasts over the cold, hard steel
of her vehicle. Her nipples tightened, aching for his rough touch.

“I am your Krol.” He cuffed her ass and another gasp escaped
her lips. “Your Krol.” His palm landed lower, his fingertips grazing her wet
pussy. “I am not big boy.” She tilted her burning ass into his slaps, the
smacking of skin against skin shockingly loud. “I am not bastard.” He heated
her flesh with blow after blow. “I am not asshole.” She bit into her bottom
lip, swallowing her sounds of distress. “I am your Krol.”

“You are my Krol.” Thunder rolled in the distance, followed
by a flash of lightning. “Punish me with your cock, my Krol.” A trickle of
pussy juice dripped down her leg.

He kicked her feet farther apart and rested his
gun-roughened hands on her hips, holding her in place. “You will
not
move.” He teased her pussy lips with his broad cock head and she swayed back,
trying to push him inside her. “Be still,
druzka
.” He shook her and her
breasts bounced. “Or I will fuck your ass.”

Danielle clenched her ass, the thought of his big, vibrating
cock rammed up her puckered hole pushing her dangerously close to orgasm. “Not
without lube.”

He pressed his thumb into her butthole, probing and
exploring. “Yes.” With his thumb remaining up her ass, he drove his cock into
her pussy. She cried out, rocking against the car, her body impossibly full,
her ass cheeks on fire.

“I will fuck your ass.” He wiggled his fingers. “I feel my
spicka
inside you.” He felt along the thin membrane separating his thick thumb and his
vibrating cock.

“My Krol.” Danielle pleaded for movement, tormented by his
stillness.

Krol withdrew his thumb and fucked her in earnest, securing
her hips with his big hands. He grunted, bending his knees, thrusting into her,
taking her like they were savage beasts.

She gripped the hood of the police cruiser, her knuckles
white with the strain of not coming. He felt so good, so right. Every thrust of
Krol’s huge cock brought twinges of stimulating pain. Each brush of his hips
against her battered ass made her skin burn.

The puppy barked to the rhythm of their coupling. Lightning
flashed across the dark sky. Thunder rolled. She moaned, adding her noises to
the symphony of sound.

Krol pulled on her hair, the sharp sting forcing Danielle to
raise her head. She stared into swirling green eyes, set in a ridged face
similar to her lover’s, except the stranger was two shades of green with no
black markings.

“Alien…watching,” she panted as Krol drove his cock into
her, ravaging her at a relentless pace.

“Warrior Krol Nowak. The time interval for your mission has
elapsed,” the alien informed him in a cold and haughty voice.

“I. Am. Fucking,” Krol growled, ramming into her pussy
faster and harder, unperturbed by their audience.

“I will wait.” The green alien leaned back against Krol’s
truck, crossed his wiry arms and watched them fuck, his countenance conveying
cool interest.

“Oh God.” Danielle held onto the hood, her thighs pinned to
the police cruiser. Her breasts jiggled over the hard metal surface. “You’re
letting him watch.” The stranger’s cock pressed against the fly of his green
admiral’s outfit and she licked her lips, stimulated beyond any thoughts of
modesty.

“They watch,” Krol murmured into her ear, his deep rumble
sending shivers of sensation over her skin. “No male will touch you.” He cupped
her right breast in his big right hand and squeezed. “You are my female.”

He adjusted his angle of entry, his cock rubbing against her
clit with each thrust. She whimpered, her need reaching the level of pain.
“Yes, my Krol.” The green alien’s gaze lowered to her hips. “Fuck me. Fuck me
harder.” She begged shamelessly for more, for him to use her body. Krol slid
his hand over her stomach. She was so close, so—

He slapped her hairless mons, striking her clit with his
index finger, and the pain broke her, splintering her mind into millions of
tiny fragments. She screamed as she flung her body backward, impaling herself
on his vibrating cock.

Krol tilted his head to the raging skies and roared his
satisfaction, his dominance exciting Danielle. She clenched down on his shaft,
forcing his release, and he pumped load after load of hot, soothing cum into
her aching pussy.

As his thrusts slowed and Krol softened, he eased his
bruising grip on her hips. The other alien remained hard, his face twisted with
sexual frustration. Danielle’s cheeks heated with pride.

Krol pulled away, his cock slipping from her body, and she
missed their connection immediately. “We have courted. We have fucked. It is
now the time interval to return to my planet.”

All of her afterglow evaporated with his words. “What?” She
turned to Krol. “You’re leaving me?” Her heart twisted.

He smiled, his expression tender. “I am not…leaving you, my
Danielle.” Krol circled the love bite on her neck. “You will return to
Sila
with me. We will be bound until termination.” He glanced over his shoulder at
the brightly lit ramp protruding from a spaceship.

And it
had
to be a spaceship. While they’d been fucking,
the massive vessel had descended, flattened the trees underneath its rounded
undercarriage, and she hadn’t heard a sound. It now floated half of a foot
above the ground with no visible means of support and it was constructed of a
metal she didn’t know existed. The matte-black finish sucked in all of the
surrounding light, leaving a gaping void with the blurred edges concealing its
true shape.

He wants me to board that thing with him.
Danielle
stared at the spaceship and then stared at Krol. “After one day, you expect me
to leave my job, my friends, my planet and follow you, a complete stranger,
across the universe? Are you out of your green-and-black mind? You—oomph.”

He tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her ass,
ignoring her protests. “We are ready for departure.”

“Warrior Krol Nowak.” The green prissy alien stepped in
front of him, his tall, lean form no match for Krol’s bulky muscle. “You are
cognizant of the regulations. Your
druzka
must agree to the departure.”

“Yes,” Danielle crowed, expressing a satisfaction she didn’t
feel. “I have a choice, and I choose to stay here on Earth.”

Krol lowered her slowly, sliding her naked form along his.
Their gazes met and she sucked in her breath. Bleak emotion was reflected in
his face, his eyes as black as the sky above them. “You
will
choose
Sila
.”
His lips pressed into a thin dark line.

Danielle tilted her chin upward, placed her hands on her
bare hips and issued her challenge. “Make me.”