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Story: Taken By the Alien Merking
What she witnessed took her breath away once more. Zetron waded in the shallows, the water lapping around him, as his form underwent a stunning transformation. The iridescent scales that had covered his body during their swim receded, leaving only a sporadic few across his form. His physique shifted slowly, the streamlined elegance of his aquatic tail melting away to reveal the powerful, muscular form of a man in his prime.
His bright green eyes, always alert and intense, seemed to glow even brighter against the backdrop of his now-humanoid features.
Brooke watched, transfixed, as his transformation completed leaving behind a man who was both awe-inspiring and strangely familiar. She realized, with a jolt, that she had held her breath, and she let it out in a rush.
“Holy shit,” she murmured to herself. “Who knew our would-be allies were so fucking hot?”
Chapter 2
Zetron
Zetron’sgazelingeredonBrooke as she sprawled on the sand, her chest heaving with exertion. The sight of her, so utterly foreign and alluring, sent a jolt through him, a sparkagainst the cool, collected exterior he presented. Her form was a symphony of curves, a stark contrast to the svelte lines of his own people.
Her breasts were large and supple. Her legs were comely. Her mouth was perfect and pouty. He imagined those lips opening as she stuck out her tongue, eager for him to give her a treat. And her hair, now free of its binding, cascaded in dark, tempting curls that begged for his touch. His cock began to rise.
Angrily, Zetron pushed the thoughts from his mind.
He clenched his fists, scales shimmering with the effort to maintain his composure. “What am I to do with you, Captain?” he muttered under his breath. She was a complication he hadn’t anticipated, a wildcard in the carefully orchestrated life that awaited him back at the palace.
This “negotiation” was pointless at the end of the day. It had already been decided that his people would not give succor to these hoomans. Their race was crazed, and in their madness, they had destroyed their home. What gall did they have to ask for assistance when they proved that they were not worth redeeming?
The plan was to meet with these off-world creatures to see what they wanted in person. To see how they could spar. And then to politely send them back to their hell planet. The planet Sanos had enough problems with the factions than to deal with a bevy of off-world creatures coming to live among them.
Zetron turned away, facing the azure expanse of the ocean, his ocean. The taste of salt on his lips was a familiar comfort, a reminder of his heritage, his duty. Yet, the human female’s presence was an intoxicating distraction. He felt the pull of her, a force that threatened to unravel his resolve.
Zetron inhaled deeply, his broad chest rising with the effort. He was a king, and with that title came responsibilities that could not be ignored. His people were in turmoil, the attack on the beachside tent a clear sign of unrest. He needed to act, to lead, to protect. But for now, he was here, on this secluded stretch of sand, with a woman who stirred something primal within him.
He could not deny the surge of protectiveness that had overwhelmed him when the explosions rocked their beach. The way she had scanned the tent for a weapon, her eyes alight with determination and a hint of fear, had struck a chord within him. She was no damsel in distress, yet he had swept her into his arms, compelled by an instinct that was as ancient as the sea itself.
“Foolishness,” he chastised himself, the word barely a whisper on the wind. To entertain thoughts of a human, to yearn for the warmth of her touch, was a path strewn with peril. His future had been mapped out long before he had ever laid eyes on her. A political union with a Quxoni noble awaited him, a match that would solidify alliances and ensure the prosperity of his kingdom.
Yet, as he watched Captain push herself up to sit, her eyes taking in their surroundings with a keen, assessing gaze, he couldn’t help but feel a kinship with her. She was a leader, a fighter, much like himself. Her presence here, on his planet, was an anomaly that defied the expectations of his position.
“We’re safe for the moment,” he said, his voice carrying the significance of his authority. It was a statement, yet it held the undertones of a question. Would she challenge him, this captain who had weathered the storm of his world with a strength that both intrigued and unnerved him?
Brooke met his gaze, her brown eyes reflecting the fire of the sun. “Safe, huh?” she replied. “I’ve been in enough tight spots to know that ‘safe’ is a relative term.”
Zetron’s lips twitched. “A fair point,” he conceded, his respect for her growing with each exchange. “But for now, we have respite. And time to… talk.”
Zetron strode past Brooke, his every muscle coiled with the effort not to look at her, to not let his gaze wander over the contours of her body. His scant scales bristled, a silent testament to the turmoil she stirred within him. “We should move,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm in his chest. “There’s a cave system on the other side of this island. It will provide us with shelter and fresh water for the night.”
Brooke’s eyes met his, a question forming on her lips. “And you think we’re really safe there?” she asked, her tone a blend of skepticism and resolve.
Zetron nodded, his gaze unwavering. “For now, yes. I will keep you safe, Captain.”
A fire lit in her eyes, and she squared her shoulders, a warrior preparing for battle. “And I you, Zetron.”
Her words struck him, a pledge of mutual protection that was both unexpected and deeply affecting. These human females were indeed strange, offering their strength when logic dictated, they should seek his protection above all else. He found himself admiring her tenacity, her refusal to cower in the face of uncertainty.
They set off into the dense greenery, the air thick with the scent of exotic flora. The path was narrow, and Zetron led the way, his instincts on high alert for any signs of danger. He moved with purpose, his steps sure and silent, a stark contrast to Brooke’s more hesitant ones. The rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot marked her progress behind him.
For a time, they traveled in silence, Zetron’s thoughts consumed by the enigma that was Captain. He felt her presence like a warm pulse against his back, a constant reminder of her proximity. He was drawn to her, not just by the undeniable physical attractionbut by her strength, her unspoken courage. It was a pull that was both exhilarating and disconcerting.
As they delved deeper into the island’s heart, the canopy above grew denser, casting dappled shadows upon the verdant underbrush. The air cooled, a welcome respite from the heat of the beach. Zetron’s keen eyes scanned the foliage, attuned to the slightest movement, the subtlest shift in the natural rhythm of the island.
Finally, Captain broke the silence. “You’re quiet,” she observed, her voice a soft murmur that somehow carried above the ambient sounds of the jungle. “What’s on your mind, Zetron?”
He turned to glance at her over his shoulder, his expression inscrutable. “I am contemplating our next move,” he said, the half-truth tasting bitter on his tongue. He was thinking of her, of the implications of his attraction, of the promise he had made to keep her safe. But he could not voice these thoughts, not when they were still sorting themselves out in his mind against what he knew. These humans were to be sent back empty-handed. They were to be given no quarter on Sanos.
His bright green eyes, always alert and intense, seemed to glow even brighter against the backdrop of his now-humanoid features.
Brooke watched, transfixed, as his transformation completed leaving behind a man who was both awe-inspiring and strangely familiar. She realized, with a jolt, that she had held her breath, and she let it out in a rush.
“Holy shit,” she murmured to herself. “Who knew our would-be allies were so fucking hot?”
Chapter 2
Zetron
Zetron’sgazelingeredonBrooke as she sprawled on the sand, her chest heaving with exertion. The sight of her, so utterly foreign and alluring, sent a jolt through him, a sparkagainst the cool, collected exterior he presented. Her form was a symphony of curves, a stark contrast to the svelte lines of his own people.
Her breasts were large and supple. Her legs were comely. Her mouth was perfect and pouty. He imagined those lips opening as she stuck out her tongue, eager for him to give her a treat. And her hair, now free of its binding, cascaded in dark, tempting curls that begged for his touch. His cock began to rise.
Angrily, Zetron pushed the thoughts from his mind.
He clenched his fists, scales shimmering with the effort to maintain his composure. “What am I to do with you, Captain?” he muttered under his breath. She was a complication he hadn’t anticipated, a wildcard in the carefully orchestrated life that awaited him back at the palace.
This “negotiation” was pointless at the end of the day. It had already been decided that his people would not give succor to these hoomans. Their race was crazed, and in their madness, they had destroyed their home. What gall did they have to ask for assistance when they proved that they were not worth redeeming?
The plan was to meet with these off-world creatures to see what they wanted in person. To see how they could spar. And then to politely send them back to their hell planet. The planet Sanos had enough problems with the factions than to deal with a bevy of off-world creatures coming to live among them.
Zetron turned away, facing the azure expanse of the ocean, his ocean. The taste of salt on his lips was a familiar comfort, a reminder of his heritage, his duty. Yet, the human female’s presence was an intoxicating distraction. He felt the pull of her, a force that threatened to unravel his resolve.
Zetron inhaled deeply, his broad chest rising with the effort. He was a king, and with that title came responsibilities that could not be ignored. His people were in turmoil, the attack on the beachside tent a clear sign of unrest. He needed to act, to lead, to protect. But for now, he was here, on this secluded stretch of sand, with a woman who stirred something primal within him.
He could not deny the surge of protectiveness that had overwhelmed him when the explosions rocked their beach. The way she had scanned the tent for a weapon, her eyes alight with determination and a hint of fear, had struck a chord within him. She was no damsel in distress, yet he had swept her into his arms, compelled by an instinct that was as ancient as the sea itself.
“Foolishness,” he chastised himself, the word barely a whisper on the wind. To entertain thoughts of a human, to yearn for the warmth of her touch, was a path strewn with peril. His future had been mapped out long before he had ever laid eyes on her. A political union with a Quxoni noble awaited him, a match that would solidify alliances and ensure the prosperity of his kingdom.
Yet, as he watched Captain push herself up to sit, her eyes taking in their surroundings with a keen, assessing gaze, he couldn’t help but feel a kinship with her. She was a leader, a fighter, much like himself. Her presence here, on his planet, was an anomaly that defied the expectations of his position.
“We’re safe for the moment,” he said, his voice carrying the significance of his authority. It was a statement, yet it held the undertones of a question. Would she challenge him, this captain who had weathered the storm of his world with a strength that both intrigued and unnerved him?
Brooke met his gaze, her brown eyes reflecting the fire of the sun. “Safe, huh?” she replied. “I’ve been in enough tight spots to know that ‘safe’ is a relative term.”
Zetron’s lips twitched. “A fair point,” he conceded, his respect for her growing with each exchange. “But for now, we have respite. And time to… talk.”
Zetron strode past Brooke, his every muscle coiled with the effort not to look at her, to not let his gaze wander over the contours of her body. His scant scales bristled, a silent testament to the turmoil she stirred within him. “We should move,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm in his chest. “There’s a cave system on the other side of this island. It will provide us with shelter and fresh water for the night.”
Brooke’s eyes met his, a question forming on her lips. “And you think we’re really safe there?” she asked, her tone a blend of skepticism and resolve.
Zetron nodded, his gaze unwavering. “For now, yes. I will keep you safe, Captain.”
A fire lit in her eyes, and she squared her shoulders, a warrior preparing for battle. “And I you, Zetron.”
Her words struck him, a pledge of mutual protection that was both unexpected and deeply affecting. These human females were indeed strange, offering their strength when logic dictated, they should seek his protection above all else. He found himself admiring her tenacity, her refusal to cower in the face of uncertainty.
They set off into the dense greenery, the air thick with the scent of exotic flora. The path was narrow, and Zetron led the way, his instincts on high alert for any signs of danger. He moved with purpose, his steps sure and silent, a stark contrast to Brooke’s more hesitant ones. The rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot marked her progress behind him.
For a time, they traveled in silence, Zetron’s thoughts consumed by the enigma that was Captain. He felt her presence like a warm pulse against his back, a constant reminder of her proximity. He was drawn to her, not just by the undeniable physical attractionbut by her strength, her unspoken courage. It was a pull that was both exhilarating and disconcerting.
As they delved deeper into the island’s heart, the canopy above grew denser, casting dappled shadows upon the verdant underbrush. The air cooled, a welcome respite from the heat of the beach. Zetron’s keen eyes scanned the foliage, attuned to the slightest movement, the subtlest shift in the natural rhythm of the island.
Finally, Captain broke the silence. “You’re quiet,” she observed, her voice a soft murmur that somehow carried above the ambient sounds of the jungle. “What’s on your mind, Zetron?”
He turned to glance at her over his shoulder, his expression inscrutable. “I am contemplating our next move,” he said, the half-truth tasting bitter on his tongue. He was thinking of her, of the implications of his attraction, of the promise he had made to keep her safe. But he could not voice these thoughts, not when they were still sorting themselves out in his mind against what he knew. These humans were to be sent back empty-handed. They were to be given no quarter on Sanos.