Page 21 of Xefe (Nozaroc Alien Warrior #1)

O omph. My ass hit the hard ground. Baby stayed put in my arms, tittering and sniffling my wrists, completely unconcerned.

My first thought? What the hell is in those portals?

No, I was going to leave that for another day.

My brain was at maximum capacity with the pango language, plus figuring out how to save Baby and me.

Next thought? Heat. Unending, sweltering, sauna-like heat, along with the most addictive scent.

It was like I’d landed in a bowl of sexy potpourri.

But this smell didn’t have a layer of old sweat underneath it like New Angeles.

It was scintillating. Masculine grunts and low moans bounced around me.

I couldn’t make out any movement in the pitch-black tunnel, but the sounds were kind of… scandalous.

Where am I?

“ Screech. Come. Now. No safe. ” King Pango stood in front of a hole that had the consistency of shimmering oatmeal. Another portal? They’re everywhere!

A booming roar split the air. Dios mío , I knew that sound. Someone was doing the one-handed dance with no pants, and I was so tempted to investigate.

“ Come. Bad spikes here. No good. Bad place. ” The king screeched and disappeared through the opening.

I trusted the pangos, so I booked it toward the portal with Baby cuddled in my arms. As I neared, the opening shrank.

By the time I skidded to a stop, it was only a little bigger than a doggy door.

What if it took half of me with it? I reached in, but my shoulders were too wide.

I felt tiny hands tugging at my fingers, trying to pull me through.

“It’s too small.” The well-meaning pangos forgot how much bigger I was than them. I pulled back and said, “I’m not going to make it.” I kissed Baby on the temple and prayed the king would catch him on the other side.

“ Mama! ” he screamed and was sucked into the eddy.

My heart broke, but I believed Baby was safe. Now that the portal had disappeared, I heard more grunts and groans. Stumbling forward, I approached a large glass dome. Most of it was covered in dirt, but I had a perfect vantage point on top of a fishbowl-shaped lab below me.

Way below.

I could see rows of warriors standing in high-tech pods. They resembled human-sized charging stations—a square box with wires and tubes shooting out of it and into the warriors’ bodies.

What kind of Frankenstein shit is this?

Aavvee scientists, with their stupid capes, walked the room, observing and screeching back and forth to each other. I didn’t bother to translate after a few words. It was always the same and never good. Plus, there was no sign of Freckles or the one wearing pants.

Concentrating on blocking any triggering memories, I focused on the warriors. I wonder… My eyes trailed over every muscled body until, bingo! I found my prize. Sunny’s gloriously naked body. He looked as annoyed as usual, his signature frown in place.

My glee vanished when I saw several thin tubes wiggling around him.

They weren’t touching him so far, but they reminded me a little too much of Aavvee dick-tongue.

More moans and grunts exploded in the large lab.

A few rows down, warriors writhed in pain, or maybe pleasure, as the suckers massaged their golden mounds.

The artificial pipes rolled and sucked, making the areas swell.

Then shit got real.

When one of the warriors’ bulges grew to the size of a grapefruit, a new device whirled and shot out from the pod—a needle as thick as a straw.

It pierced his sack. He screamed, and this time, it was definitely not from pleasure.

Thick golden jets of cream emptied into a glass tube, and the alien slumped, completely knocked out.

They were draining the warriors. A faint memory of Loxo talking about cell donation floated through my brain. This looked horrible. The unconscious alien’s body shook and writhed until his mound returned to its normal size.

My eyes flew back to Sunny, knowing what awaited him. Get out of there! Don’t let them do this to you.

Sunny squeezed his eyes shut; his six-fingered hands clenched in preparation for the attack.

No! I pressed my face to the glass, wanting to scream, to pound against the wall. Before the tubes descended, Sunny’s crotch swirled and shimmied. Like a mini-tornado.

Qué eso? What was this?

In seconds, the top half of the bulge descended and tucked into his body, and a squiggly little pito popped out.

Burnt gold and adorable, it wasn’t much bigger than my pinky finger.

My gaze jumped to Sunny’s face to see if he had any reaction to what was happening down below , but his eyes were squeezed shut.

I looked at the other warriors to see if any of them had their own little companions.

Nada. Just mounds and tubes, but no pinky-dicks.

I studied Xefe’s little guy, fascinated.

I had to admit, it looked pretty cute. It jutted out and…

sniffed the air? No, no that wasn’t right.

It didn’t have a nose, but it looked to be searching.

It flipped back and forth, strained forward and back.

It even peeked underneath itself. The golden mound that had been covering the little guy descended and resembled a large testicle right under a perfectly formed little dickie who was eager to make new friends.

What are you looking for, little guy?

As if it heard me, it went ramrod straight and pulled toward me . Could that be right? Hi, Pinky. He jumped and whirled in joy. I swear he was the happiest cock-ito in the universe, and I wondered why it was attached to such a grumpy alien.

The suction tubes in Sunny’s pod whirled but hadn’t attacked yet. I was now seriously concerned about them crushing Pinky. Be strong. Watch out for the giant needles. In response, Pinky swelled to nightmarish proportions, as long as a baseball bat and covered in sharp spikes.

Whoa there, little guy. T-too much. I wanted him safe, but selfishly, I hoped he’d return to a manageable size in case we decided to get to know each other better. I could maybe work with half a baseball bat but nothing spiked . That was insane.

The not-so-little lovebug whirled like a ballerina and sucked the spikes back in.

He slowly shrank, and when he returned to slightly more manageable proportions, I pondered whether I could make it work.

He was still huge! Pinky might be a size-queen because he settled on an extra-large, but not impossible, length and girth.

He looked as thick as my fist, and I whimpered at the prospect.

Meanwhile, up above, Sunny was still clueless. Not a movement, not an acknowledgement that he had a whole emergency happening in his pants .

Well, if he wasn’t going to pay attention, I would.

I went in for a deep dive, studying every inch.

Pinky absolutely preened, posing to the left and right, giving me supermodel vibes as my eyes ran down his length.

Deep gold, thick, solid , with deep veins crisscrossing its wide girth.

My only worry was losing an eye or an ovary.

I eyed the twin spikes over his massive cock, but right before my eyes, they softened and wrapped around Sunny’s waist.

I think I’m in love.

The head looked thick, not mushroom-shaped like human guys, but slightly tipped at the top.

Perfect for hitting my G Spot. The bottom of his shaft, however, was a whole different beast. A ring of pulsing bumps circled his dick.

It rotated like my favorite monster vibrator, the one with all the bells and whistles, and I could only imagine how good that would feel on my clit. If I could make him fit.

I groaned, and Pinky pulsed in response, his nodules rotating faster and faster.

An answering pulse settled between my thighs. My womb clenched with each spin, the imagined pressure overwhelming. I sniffed my dress and got the slightest whiff of Sunny’s scent from last night. My sex clenched in response.

All the desire, the pure frustration from the day before, exploded inside me. My hand was under my dress, rubbing my clit, before my next breath. Not enough. I pressed my whole palm against the tight bud, needing relief.

I want Pinky! And the grumpy alien attached to him.

“Sunny,” I whispered, staggering to the side and leaning against the wall.

I remained partially hidden in case the Aavvee looked up, but still close enough for my front-row view of Sunny’s swirling mass of undulating dick.

The need intensified and my eyes fluttered closed as I rubbed my core.

The slick from my drenched lips coated my fingers.

I forced my eyes open, greedy to study every inch of his alien muscle.

Pinky spoke to the deepest part of me. They both did.

To be honest, I wanted more from Sunny. I wanted everything.

Wake up!

Sunny roared, and his eyes popped open. Had he…

heard me? The tubes in the pod descended.

Without hesitation, my sexy alien punched out.

He scanned the room, his not-so-little friend spinning like crazy, dodging and punching back at the tubes like a ninja.

When one of the tubes made contact, Sunny grabbed it before it suffocated Pinky.

He ripped the mechanism out of the wall and threw it down the aisle, all the while sniffing everywhere.

He still hadn’t acknowledged what was happening below his belt.

Aavvee came out of the woodwork, surrounding Sunny, but clearly unsure of what to do. They cautiously circled, holding up their three-fingered hands, screeching at the livid warrior.

Sunny didn’t calm. He was a heaving, breathing madman with savage spikes waving wildly behind him, and his dick doing somersaults in front. “Hermosa!” he roared.

Carajo! He knows I’m here. What should I do? First, stop diddling yourself. But he looked so hot, I kept going. I pressed harder, chasing my release but knowing I needed more. I wanted to smell him, touch him. Make the little guy mine.

Come and find me. I beamed the thought straight to Pinky, and he literally pointed in my direction.

Sunny’s muscles flexed as he rammed into the Aavvee, knocking a group of them out of the way.

A few smashed into the warriors who slept in their charging stations.

They awoke with resounding roars, looking down in horror at the devices violating them.

All hell broke loose.

Sunny scaled the wall, digging his hands into the stone to get to me. His massive legs propelled him halfway up. He looked maniacal, incensed, and ready to take me apart.

I should have been terrified. I trembled, and my heart raced, but I didn’t stop touching myself. My thighs tightened with each lunge forward. And still, I waited because… There was nowhere else I wanted to be.