I had a feeling this male was not going to take kindly to what my corporate employers had planned for his home world.
Here was my first real alien, the walking, talking, obviously intelligent kind and not just random wild creatures, plants or bacteria.Thank god he didn’t look like a cockroach.He was enormous.Not in the crude, imbalanced way some creatures had evolved on other worlds.Not awkward or specialized like a giraffe or elephant.
He was a man.Though not human in coloration.He was pure violence in flesh — a creature built for a world that had never allowed weakness to survive.Seven feet.Maybe taller.Broad through the shoulders with a density that made the space between the trees seem to tighten around him, the jungle itself contracting as though to acknowledge the predator that moved through it.His skin was dark, blue-green, almost obsidian in the strange violet light of the planet’s dusk.His flesh didn't just catch the fading light — it held it, gave it back richer, like metal heated slowly from within.He radiated power.Control.
He turned slightly, moved silently closer.
I gasped.Beneath his skin?
Light.Moving.Arcing.Shifting as he moved.
The light traced the line of his spine from the base of his skull to the small of his back — not superficial glow but something under the surface, pulsing in branching patterns that mirrored the lightning I'd watched thread through this planet's atmosphere from orbit.The same patterns.The exact same fractal geometry.It grew brighter the longer I stared.A soft silver radiance deepened steadily, like a breeze had ignited an ember, like something dormant rose inside him and grew more powerful.Gathered energy.Ready to strike.
His body was exquisite.Built like an elite athlete, the outline of muscle clearly defined over every inch of him.Even his cheeks.His jaw.His feet were bare, the muscles in his legs, thighs and ass barely covered by a sliver of black material that covered—well, hell.I assumed that was where his cock would be.He was built like a man, and I found that suddenly I very much wanted to know what was underneath that scrap of black.
I held my breath as he moved, hoped the material would slip so I could see…
A guttural roar ripped through the jungle on my right.I spun around, heart hammering against my ribs.What emerged from the glowing undergrowth made my blood run cold.It was a nightmare in fur and fangs — a massive quadruped with iridescent scales shimmering beneath streaks of black fur, six eyes that glowed with malevolent yellow light, and teeth like shards of obsidian, each one the length of my forearm.Its claws gouged deep furrows in the soil as it charged, leaving a trail of blue phosphorescence in its wake.The beast was at least three times my height, all predator, all hunger, and I was its intended meal.
My feet were rooted to the ground, every survival instinct screaming at me to run even as my brain registered the futility of it.Twenty paces away.Twelve.Ten.I could smell its hot, carnivorous breath, feel the vibration of its thundering approach through the soles of my boots.This was it.The planet hadn't just tried to kill me with a storm; it had sent its teeth to finish the job.
"NO!"
The voice wasn't mine.It was the alien male's, a resonant command that vibrated through the air itself.I risked a glance sideways as the beast lunged, jaws gaping wide.The male had raised his arm, palm outward, fingers spread.The light beneath his skin flared blindingly bright, silver energy arcing between his fingertips like a living thing.
The sky answered.
Lightning — not the natural violet patterns I'd watched from orbit, but pure, brilliant white — descended from the heavens in a straight, controlled column.It struck the beast mid-leap, incinerated it in an instant.There was no scream, just a deafening crack of thunder that shook my teeth in their sockets.I stumbled back.The air crackled with electricity, making my skin tingle painfully.Heat washed over me, so intense I felt my eyebrows singe.The smell hit me then — ozone and burnt flesh, acrid and nauseating, the unmistakable stench of cooked meat that had just been alive and trying to eat me seconds before.
Where the beast had been, only blackened remains and a crater of smoldering earth remained.The electrical charge lingered in the air, raised the hair on my arms.My ears rang.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird’s.
I turned slowly, shaking uncontrollably, to face the alien male.His arm was still outstretched, though the blinding light had subsided to a soft silver glow beneath his skin.He lowered it gradually, his mercury eyes never leaving mine.
He had saved me.This terrifying, magnificent being had called down lightning from the sky and incinerated a monster ten steps in front of me.He'd saved my life without a moment's hesitation, with a power that defied everything I thought I knew about physics and biology and the natural order of the universe.
He made a sound that sounded suspiciously like laughter.My gaze jerked up from his crotch to his face.Fuck me, I was blushing.Too hot.
His gaze locked with mine.The breath left my body.
Silver.Not the pale, grey-blue that got called silver back home.Silver — the iris the precise color of mercury, of a lightning strike.Bright.Metallic.The moment our gazes locked his eyes flared.A pulse of light, brilliant and instantaneous, like a spark leaping a gap it had been waiting to cross.
The light traveled through the atmosphere and lodged in my chest.No, in my clit.My pussy shuddered, suddenly aware and swollen like I’d just had three orgasms, and my core was eager for more.Too sensitive.Full of blood and lust.Needy.Awake.
God help me, I felt him.Stronger now.Not in my eyes.In my chest, behind my sternum, a tone so clean and sudden it was almost painful — a vibration that bypassed every rational layer I possessed and landed somewhere older and louder and impossible to dismiss.My heart slammed once, hard, like it was answering his call.The soles of my feet tingled.The air between us tasted of lightning.
Shit.What was happening to me?
I took a step backward.
He didn't move.He simply watched me, massive and still and luminous in the alien dark, and his expression — I couldn't read all of it, but the part I could read wasn't threat.Wasn't predation.
It was recognition.Absolute and certain.Like he'd been expecting me.
Like the planet had told him I was coming.
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Sorik, Commander of the Storm Guard of Sol'Virex