Savior (3 page)

Opal smiled at him and tried to think
of a way to word things without insulting him, and him picking her
up like Heather and being carted away. “Ah, yeah, what she said. I
can totally find my own ma—” She screamed as he picked her up like
she weighed nothing at all.

The wall panel opened up, and Opal saw
Mr. Pink taking Heather down a hallway, her friend screaming
profanities as Mr. Yellow took her in the opposite
direction.

Opal tried to pull herself up to look
around, but she just didn’t have the stomach muscles to hold
herself up for long. Great, she should have kept up with her karate
lessons, but once she got into UNI and got a job, there just never
seemed time. All those fighting lessons were supposed to keep her
safe and fit. What was the point in having a purple belt in karate
and weaponry if she couldn’t hold herself up on someone’s
shoulder?

From what she could tell even the
motel they’d been taken to had a futuristic feel, with shiny
metal-like corridors and only small colored shapes on some of the
panels. Opal had no idea how Mr. Yellow knew where he was going.
After turning down what looked like a complicated maze of
corridors, he stopped at a panel with a yellow circle on it. The
panel slid open, and he placed her gently on the floor.

Slowly turning she gasped at the sight
before her. Gold, silver, and bronze, were the dominant colors in
the room. The walls were silver, and the huge bed which took center
stage in the room was gold, with bronze pillows and embroidery on
the ends.

She gingerly walked to the bed, her
fingers gently stroking one of the embroidered corners. She turned
to him to tell him that she couldn’t do this only to find him a
breath away. He lifted her chin, and she gazed up at lust-filled
eyes.

Oh, he’s
magnificent
, Opal thought. She wondered
what he would look like without all the yellow coloring and extra
pieces.

Sighing, she gave up because she knew
he was way out of her league, which brought her back to the problem
at hand. She was not going to have her first time with a hooker, or
escort, whatever they called themselves.

“
Look, I’m so sorry. You
can keep the money. I just can’t do it. I know Ethan meant well,
and you look fantastic. Very yummy, especially as you are dressed
like my fantasy, an alien.” He opened his mouth and started to
talk, but she cut him off. “No, let me finish. I know this might
sound silly to you, but the man I have sex with, the man I make
love to for the first time, I want him to be the only man I ever do
it with.”

Opal only just got the last word out
when he pounced, lifting her into his arms and crushing his mouth
on hers. His clawed hands moved down her body gently, cupping each
of her breasts. Moaning, she ground into him. The black
leather-like fabric of his pants felt soft against her skin. The
flimsy soft material she had on did nothing to protect her from his
explorations.

Oh okay, I can play around
for ten minutes or so. Okay, maybe longer,
she thought as his sharp teeth gave a gentle tug on her lips
and sucked them in as his tongue snaked in meeting hers.

She heard fabric rip, and cool air
reached body parts that should be covered. She moved her hands to
cover her body, but Mr. Yellow took a step back, grinned at her,
and pulled her hands away holding them in one of his. He pushed her
onto the bed and followed with a grunt.

He hovered over her holding her hands
above her head staring at her again. His head slowly moved down,
and he brushed his lips over her check, and then his feathered
kisses down her body. His fingers trailed leisurely down her body
stopping to caress her breasts, and his mouth soon joined his
hands. Oh hell, she was going to do this. No more twenty-five year
old virgin.

Opal stared up into purple contact
lenses, telling herself this was her fantasy. How many people could
say they lost their virginity to their fantasy man? Smiling at him,
she reached down and ran her fingers over his plated cheeks. “You
probably hear this all the time, but you’re so handsome, perfect. I
wonder what you look like without all this extra bits and
make-up.”

He opened his mouth to talk again, but
she interrupted him before he could get a word out again. “No don’t
talk. Keep up my fantasy. You can talk later, much, much
later.”

His eyes again flared darker. Then he
moved back up her body, and his mouth captured hers. Opal moved her
fingertips down his broad back until she slid them into his pants
to feel his tight, soft bottom. At least Ethan didn’t plate this
perfect soft round arse.

Opal gasped as claws gently explored
her vagina. Stroking fingers broke through her maidenhead, and she
gave a small cry at the pain. His mouth moved from hers and moved
down to her pussy. He kissed her until the pain went. She arched
into him as he sucked on her clit. Shivers of bliss racked down her
body, all her earlier pain forgotten. The soft palm of his hand
rubbed her nub as his tongue slid into her. The growls he made only
furthered the rhapsody she felt coursing through her
body.

“
More, oh God, I’m going
to come. Oh right there.” Squealing, she arched into his mouth and
came, grabbing his hair for something to hold onto as the euphoria
settled over her.

Mr. Yellow moved up her body with a
crazed, hunger-filled face. She felt his hands move down and remove
his pants with quick, sure movements. She gulped when she felt the
baseball bat between his legs. Okay maybe this wasn’t such a good
idea. She tried to move away, to look down and confirm what she
felt, but he cupped her face in his hands and shook his head. He
kicked the pants all the way off while never letting go of her
head. Opal stared at his high cheek bones, perfectly pointed nose,
and his strong jaw.

“
Ah, would it be bad of me
to say I changed my mind? It’s just that if what I just felt is
what is really down there, then I don’t think you’re going to fit,
and I—”

He cut her off by placing his mouth
over hers and whispering something she didn’t understand. His hands
lifted her hips up, and she felt the giant penis at her opening. He
kissed her lips and spoke in a language she didn’t understand,
before he pushed forward. She screamed as her vagina walls
stretched. She tried to move away, as he pulled out only to plunge
straight back in, this time getting rid of what was left of her
maidenhead. Opal screamed as pain radiated through her. Tears
rolled down her cheeks, and she fought and begged him to pull
out.

“
Please stop. You’re
hurting me. You’re way too big. Please, you don’t fit.”

Opal didn’t know or understand the
murmured words he said as he kissed away her tears and slowly moved
into her core. She swore she could feel him touching her womb. Mr.
Yellow paused, letting her get used to him.

Opal stared up at him as he hovered
above her. She didn’t know what to do. Mr. Yellow was way too big
and strong for her, and she’d never done this before. Sure, she’d
read books, seen movies, and she knew her first time would hurt,
but nothing had ever prepared her for him.

The ache was finally easing, and she
started to get a strange tingling feeling through her body. Looking
into his face to see the strained lines around his pursed mouth and
the intense focus in his eyes, Opal knew he was waiting for her to
say more. Experimenting, she wiggled her hips. The tingling
sensation increased, as a deep rumble came from Mr. Yellow.
Wiggling again, she sighed when she realized the pain was almost
completely gone. “I think you can move now, slowly.”

His intense lust-filled gaze never
left hers as he eased out the tiniest bit then moved back in.
Opal’s breath caught as delicious sensations snaked up her body.
This time he moved all the way ‘til she felt the tip of his penis
almost come out. The tip felt odd, more like an octagon shape
instead of the mushroom she had seen in films and
pictures.

She forgot her train of thought when
he thrust his cock back in. This time she moaned in pleasure-pain
as she swore she felt the tip hit her womb. Arching her back at the
sensual feeling of being so full and stretched, in the back of her
mind she wondered if it was normal for him to be this wide and
long.

He seemed to sense her distraction,
and his hands moved up to caress her breasts. Mr. Yellow’s mouth
swooped down and captured hers. Opal moved her hands down his back,
around to his muscular chest. As she moved her hips to meet his he
growled into her mouth, nipping at her lips. His pace started to
pick up, and she wrapped her legs around him, on instinct digging
her heels into his soft arse.

A fever built inside her, and every
move they made only added to the fire in her body until she felt
like an inferno ready to blow. Mr. Yellow’s eyes closed. His mouth
left hers, and his hands started to dig into her skin, making her
wince as his claws broke skin. His eyes flashed open, and his hands
moved from her body to grip the bed, and she heard
ripping.

His pace was relentless, and her body
was in heaven. Opal could feel total bliss within her reach.
”Please. Please, I need … oh … give me…”

His roar resonated around the room,
and he brought her body against his. A hand came up to her back,
and the other gripped her arse. One of his hands must have moved as
a finger pressed on her anus. Opal squealed, and Mr. Yellow
stopped, staring at her and spoke words she didn’t
understand.

“
Youmnda comansanda
vervvindra serendana.” He stared her straight in the eyes and
repeated it again, and again. Aching to come, she was so close to
heaven, to the bliss she needed. She tried to move, but he grabbed
her hips stopping her and repeated his words again.

In a huff of annoyance, she groaned.
“Yes. Anything. Yes. Yes. Just move.”

He grinned as his back straightened,
and he knelt, pulling her up so she was almost riding him. She
gulped when she saw the massive member quickly, just before he had
her where he wanted her, but then his hips started pumping into her
again. This time she thought he seemed to be frenzied and
frantic.

Opal bounced on him as the pressure
built again until she was ready to blow.

“
Youmnda comansanda
vervvindra serendana.” He mumbled over and over.

This time she screamed.
“Yes.”

She arched into his body, and he
roared again, this time the sound deafening. His head swooped down,
and he bit down on her breast pumping into her hard and
fast.

Opal’s inferno blew as soon as his
sharp teeth sank into her skin. She screamed her release, falling
against his hard chest.

He eased her down on the bed, mumbling
more exotic words that she had no hope of trying to understand in
her euphoric state. For a moment her eyes drifted closed, only to
fly open as liquid dripped into her mouth. Instinctively she licked
her lips. With a groan she tried to spit it out, but Mr. Yellow's
mouth covered hers. It seemed to be filled with more of the tangy,
fruity-wine tasting liquid, and she swallowed before she had a
chance to react.

He rolled and maneuvered her so she
lay on top of him. Comfortable, she closed her eyes at his intense
stare. She thought to rest for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, before
she showered and thought about everything that had
happened.

Chapter Four

Danickra was a dicks-head. He looked
down at the gorgeous creature sleeping on top of him. In all his
many years, which in Inteli years were nothing, he had never
coupled like he had just done. Opal was addictive, a drug it seemed
he couldn’t get enough of. Nothing had ever felt that good. Come to
think, he still felt marvelous. Every time she touched him he felt
like he was the mightiest warrior, invincible. Hugging her tighter,
he knew he would never give her up. Danickra didn’t even care if
she couldn’t give him offspring. She was the best thing to have
ever happened to him.

Sighing, he knew she wasn’t going to
be happy when she was told that what had just happened was real,
and he really was an alien. Not whatever this Ethan had made them
up to be.

Argh, that was only the beginning of
what he had to tell her. He hoped she forgave him, because he had
done the mating ceremony to mate them together. Opal had agreed,
but he also knew she didn’t know what she was agreeing to. Danickra
should have said something once she agreed to mate with him, but he
just couldn’t give her a chance to back out. Also, he was waiting
for Trecno to put the finishing touches on the translation devices
for the humans, so Opal and the other woman could understand
them.

He winced again at the reminder of her
not being able to understand him and of his binding her to him by
mating her, and completing the blood bond. Pulling Opal closer,
Danickra kissed her silky soft forehead.

She couldn’t leave him. He wouldn’t
let her. Thanks to the blood bond he should be able to find her
anywhere, he hoped. Well, it worked with Inteli women, so he hoped
it was the same with Earth women, because as soon as Opal had
stared into his eyes he had been a goner, and when she touched him,
he knew she was his forever. Gritting his teeth, he thought of all
the challenges they had ahead of them, and he prayed to all the
gods that she would stay with him, hear him out, and give him a
chance.