I must find her in all this carnage. She can’t be dead. I don’t care what I saw. I must see it with my own eyes. I must see it to know the truth. I pierce through the air like a ship launching through the atmosphere.
I arrive where it happened. Where that monster took her from me. Withered husks litter the ground, but there’s only one that grabs my attention. It can’t be true. This unrecognizable corpse can’t be her. I pull it into my arms. Her necklace. The one I gave to her. The same matching one I have around my neck is around hers as well. It’s her. Xarla. That monster will burn!
I wake up to find the human girl fast asleep against my chest. She looks so sweet and innocent, with her eyes so gently shut. She wiggles her small little nose as she stirs in her sleep.
I run my hand through her soft silky hair. She has me feeling so protective. In a way, she reminds me of Xarla. The same small nose. The same determination and annoying persistence. Even when I had Xarla cornered in our training exercises, she never gave up. The same goes for this human. Even though everyone hates her at this human school, she never gives up. Xarla was also the underdog. She was not meant to be my mate. She was a low born. She wasn’t destined to be a warrior. Nor was she engineered to have the power she wielded. And yet in spite of all that, she rose to my side.
Her eyes slowly flutter open. A smile appears on her face as her gaze meets mine. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I say.
She leans up and kisses me. Our tongues meet and dance with each other.
Her alarm goes off, pulling us apart.
She lets out a sigh. “I guess we should get ready for school.”
“I suppose you’re right. I still don’t understand why I am going there. The old man continues on insisting I attend,” I say.
“Well I’m sure he wants you to gain the human experience,” She says.
“The what?” I ask.
“In order to know what it feels like to be one of us, you have to live like us,” she says.
“I suppose you’re right,” I say.
“Of course I’m right,” she smiles.
“Now come on, let’s take a shower. As your slave it’s certainly my duty to scrub every inch of your rock hard body,” she says a little too excitedly.
She grabs my hand and pulls me out of bed.
I follow her into her bathroom. My eyes fall down onto that nice round ass of hers as she turns on the water. Why do I feel this way? Especially towards one of these earthlings?She checks the water then proceeds to pull me into the shower with her. She grabs the body wash and takes her sweet time scrubbing it all over my body. Especially around my abs and takes extra care with my cock. Just her touch makes it come alive.
She laughs. “Someone’s waking up.”
She starts to play with it like the Taylor’s cat playing with a ball of yarn. She looks up into my eyes with those blue gems of hers. Her hand slides between my legs and up the crack of my ass. I tense up as she runs her finger against my butthole. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing just wanted to try something,” She says, pulling her hand away.
She continues to play with my cock, massaging my balls. She squats down and runs the soap over my legs as her hands work my muscles. She has such a gentle touch and yet her fingers illicit a fire that tingles my skin.I pull her to her feet and take the soap from her. She raises an eyebrow at me.
“I want to wash you,” I say. I honestly surprise myself. Never in my life would I ever wash a slave, but I just want to explore her body. I turn her around and push her up against the wall. I run my hands up her arms and across her back, spreading soap all over her soft skin. My fingers journey down her back as I kneel down. My hands travel down her perfect ass. I take my time to soap every inch of it, getting in between the mounds of flesh. I push my finger up against her little rosebud causing a moan to escape her lips.
I push it in farther until it reaches my knuckle. I can feel her ass clench around my finger. I give it a slap and she gasps. I let the water run down, rinsing off the soap. Getting back to my feet, I pull my finger out as she looks back into my eyes. I press up against her and she runs her hand back against my shoulder and up to the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. I run the head of my cock up the crack of her ass until I find that little hole. She grabs a bottle on her shower rack and hands it back to me. Lubrication. I open it up and squirt it all over both my dick and her ass before tossing it aside.
She grunts as I push into her, digging her nails into my skin. My hands run up her soaking wet body, kneading the mounds of flesh on her chest and pinching her two perked up nipples. She gasps as I thrust into her.
I trace my fingers over her skin and find every little sensitive spot that lights up her world. Like a switch, I flick her on as my hand wraps around her cock.
She kisses me deeply as I fuck her harder and harder. She moans into my mouth with every thrust as I claim her for myself. Each smack of my hips against her ass echoes throughout the bathroom.
She cries out as I slam into her. Her cock swells and explodes, painting the shower wall with her sticky white cum. I thrust once more before filling her tight ass with my seed. I gyrate my hips as I deposit every last drop inside of her. Who knew coitus could be this good?
I want more.
I finally pull out from her. I spin her around and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck as our lips lock together.
She finally pulls back. “We should probably get ready for school,” she sighs desperately trying to catch her breath.
“Why? What if I don’t want to go? What if I’d rather stay here with you. I’m really starting to enjoy this whole sex thing. And I’m really becoming quite fond of my new slave.”
She smiles with rosy red cheeks. “There will be plenty of time for more sex after school. I promise and I’ll be such a good slave. I’ll do anything you want, but we have to go to school first.”
I let out a long sigh. “Fine, but I expect you to keep good on your word.”
“Oh, trust me, I intend to.”
She unentangles herself from me. I give her ass a slap as a load of cum dribbles out from it. I grab her and press her up against the wall as I take a washcloth and clean out her ass. I don’t let her leave without another kiss. After we dry off, we get dressed.
“You should probably run home. I can imagine the Taylors are worried sick about you and you definitely need to change into a fresh pair of clothes,” she says.
“Then you’re coming with me. You’re not leaving my side,” I say.
“Yes master,” she says.
I lift her up in my arms. “Wait! We can’t fly there in the middle of the day with the sun out.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“People will see. You said you don’t want people to know who you really are. Well, if they see you flying around, they’re going to know you’re not human,” she says.
“Then how should we travel?” I ask.
“I’ll drive us,” she says. I put her down and she slides her hand in mine. She leads me down to her garage which is filled with cars.
She goes over to a small round shape car. It looks like one of the bugs that crawl on the ground around. “Here’s my baby,” she says with a smile. “Isn’t she so cute?”
“Out of all the cars in here, you pick that one?” I ask.
“Yes, of course. What’s wrong with Dora?” she asks.
“You’ve even named it,” I sigh.
“Of course, every car needs a name. Don’t you name your space ships?” she asks.
“No. It’s just an object to be used,” I say.
“That’s not very human of you to say,” she says.
“I am not human,” I say.
“And that makes you stand out. Look, if you want to blend in here, you’re going to need to show a little compassion,” she says.
“And if you want people at that pathetic school of yours to like you, you’re going to need to show status,” I say.
“Touche,” she says.
“We’re taking this car,” I say as I walk over to the sleek one that looks fast.
“The McLaren? We can’t drive that one,” she says.
“Why not?” I ask.
“It was my father’s,” she says.
“And you’d rather it sit here and rust?” I ask.
“I don’t even know how to drive it. It’s kind of old and it’s a stick shift,” she says.
“I will drive then,” I say.
“You know how to drive a car?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I can learn. It can’t be that different from a spaceship, besides, I can analyze it in a few seconds and know everything there is to know about it,” I say.
“You can do that?” she asks.
“Of course. Now get in,” I say as I walk up to the driver’s seat.
“You’re going to need the keys,” she says.
“Don’t worry about that. Just get in,” I say.
My mind reaches out to the car and traces every inch of it. Everything from the axel, to the pistons and gears. It doesn’t take me long to understand how the engine works. It’s a combustion engine. Gears are required to keep the engine at rotational speeds where it creates a desirable amount of power across a wide range of road speeds. Very primitive.
With flick of a thought, the engine starts. The girl looks at me all wide-eyed as I get into the car. I open the garage door and peel out. Maybe some things on this could be fun. I hit the road and shift up as I reach the range of the first gear.
Reaching out with my mind, I can see everything around us. Every car, every person, even the bugs can’t hide from my vision. I pass the car in front and peel in front of him as a car drives the other way.
“Slow down!” she yells.
“You think I’m going fast? My ship couldn’t even go this slow,” I say as I shift up once more. We’re going fast enough to make everything around us a visual blur for human vision. Luckily for me, I can see everything just fine with my telepathic sight.
I drift the corner and manage to avoid oncoming traffic. I blow through the light in between two cars just as a human crosses the road.
My slave is holding on for dear life as I screech into a smoking stop at the Taylor’s house. “That was sort of fun,” I state.
“You and I have two different definitions of fun! I think I peed a little. You could have killed someone!” she yells at me.
“Relax, I can see everything. The human crossing the road, the two cars on passing each other in the intersect. The oncoming traffic as I passed the car in front of me. I can see the insects flying about in the air before they splatter on the front of the car. Nothing escapes my telepathic vision.”
“That’s fine for you, but I thought I was going to throw up and yes, I did pee my pants. Thanks for that. I’m going to need to borrow yours,” she says.
“Come on,” I say as I get out of the car.
“Where have you been?” The old man’s woman asks as she storms out of the house. “We have been worried sick about you.”
She turns to Mackenzie as she tries to hide her crotch. “Hi, Mackenzie, it’s very nice to see you.”
“I never asked for you to worry about me,” I say. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“He spent the night over at my house, Mrs. Taylor. I hope that’s okay,” she says.
“I see,” the woman says. “A little notice would have been nice. Please, we care about you. Just try to let us know where you are next time.”
I let out a long exaggerated sigh. “Fine.”
“Come on slave, let’s go,” I say.
“Hey! Maybe a little discretion would be nice!”
“Okay, what is going on?” Mrs. Taylor asks. “Jordan, you’re not forcing Mackenzie to do anything she doesn’t want to, are you? You said you wouldn’t use your mental abilities on people.”
“Relax. She…”
“We’re just experimenting. You know how young adults are these days. Always trying different things,” Mackenzie says as she grabs me and pulls me into the house.
“Let’s keep the whole slave thing between us,” She says as we get into my room.
“Why? The whole world should know that your mine,” I say. “I thought that’s what you wanted?”
“I mean, yeah. But people think the whole BDSM slave master thing is weird and they’ll just use it as another reason to make fun of me. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. Just, maybe we can keep that private and in public could we just be, I don’t know, boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“You humans are so confusing. First, you want to be my slave, now you’re telling me you don’t. Make up your mind,” I sigh, audibly confused.
“It’s not that I don’t want to be your slave, trust me, I do. It’s just I don’t want to be made fun of by everyone else. Can we please just act like a normal couple when we’re not alone? I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” she says with such a cute and adorable look. Why does she always make me feel this way?
“What exactly will you do to make it up to me?” I ask.
“Anything you want, I promise,” she says.
“You shouldn’t make promises like that. What if I want something you don’t want to do?” I ask.
“I’d still do it,” she says.
“Even if I wanted to hurt you?” I ask.
“I hope you don’t want to hurt me, but a promise is a promise. I’m yours.”
I walk up to her and take her face in my hands. “Such blind devotion. You’re so naive. You shouldn’t trust like that.”
“Why not? You haven’t hurt me yet,” she says.
“And what if I do?” I ask.
“Then my heart will be broken,” she says. “But I’d rather have a broken heart than to never have felt love in the first place.”
I kiss her right then and there. My thumbs run circles around the soft skin of her cheeks. I pull away and look into her eyes. “I will never hurt you. And if anyone tries to hurt you, I will break them into pieces.”
This time she’s the one pressing her lips against mine. Her hands wrap around my waist pulling me tightly against her. She finally pulls back. “We’re going to be late.”
“So what,” I say. “School shouldn’t start until I get there anyways.”
She laughs. “You’re so entitled.”
“I am not. I am just the superior being,” I say.
“Right…” she laughs.
After she picks out my clothes to wear and even helps me change. She grabs some shorts for herself and messes with my hair before we leave. The old man’s woman gives me my lunch on the way out.
“Let’s try to get there in one piece and without a speeding ticket,” she says as we get into the car.
I laugh. “I don’t know what a speeding ticket is, but if I intend to go as fast as this machine can.” I peel out of the driveway and burn rubber.
“Do you even have a driver’s license?” she asks.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Oh my god, if we get pulled over, we’re so fucked,” she says.
“Relax. If someone tries to pull me over, I’ll pop their tires,” I say.
“You’re so missing the point. That’ll only draw more attention,” She says as I shift into the next gear and speed pass someone driving way too slow. “Just watch out for cops.”
“What are cops?”
“Police officers. You know people that uphold the law. They drive cars with lights on top,” she says.
“I don’t care anymore. I’ve been living by the laws of Novalan my entire life. Laws and rules are all my people have ever known and look at how well that served us. We’re on the break of extinction. From now on I’m breaking the rules.”
“Please slow down! Or at least avoid them,” she says.
“Fine…” I sigh. I scan the road and find a match for the description of the car she described. I turn down a side road and floor it. Let’s see how fast we can get this earth machine to go.
“I said slow down, not speed up!” she cries as I shift into the next gear. The car’s little meter is all the way down. It reads 180.
I blow past the red light hanging above the road and avoid several cars driving across the intersection. I see the old human woman crossing the street with a four-legged animal. I’m sure it’s called a dog and I blow by behind them. Another woman in a dress walks out by her car. As I fly by her, her dress blows up revealing her underwear.
Finally, I peel into the school and skid into a parking spot. We’ve gained the attention of all the other humans.
“I’m never riding with you ever again,” my slave says as she climbs out the machine with wheels.
“We made it on time didn’t we?” I ask as I get out.
“It’s not worth it if I hurl up my breakfast,” she says.
“That’s pathetic. You’d never make it on Novalen. The ships we fly are 1000 times faster,” I say.
“Well thank god this isn’t Novalan,” she says.
“Watch your words,” I say with heat coming out of my lips.
“I’m sorry, it’s just, earth is a bit different,” she says. “You can’t expect things to be the way you want them or the way they were back in your homeworld.”
“I can make them that way,” I say.
“Do you really want to? If you do you’d ruin what’s already here,” she says.
I let out a sigh. “Come on, let’s just go in.” I start heading to the school.
She rushes up to catch up with me and slides her hand into mine.
These humans and their strange customs. We walk into school hand in hand as people gawk and stare at us.
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Math Class
“Remember everyone, there will be a field trip tomorrow,” she says after she finishes her lecture. “That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for homework. I expect it done and on my desk before we leave. I’ll be chaperoning for it.”
Field trip? Are we finally going to leave this poor excuse for a school and learn something useful?
As she lets us leave, my slave comes up to me. “Did you sign up to go to the field trip?” she asks.
“No. What exactly is this field trip?”
“Don’t you pay attention in class? We’re going to see the new museum,” she says.
“Why would I pay attention to something so basic and simple? It’s an insult to my intellect just sitting in this room,” I say.
“Don’t be so arrogant. You sound like a douche,” she says.
“Are you seriously insulting me?” I ask.
“Relax, I’m just telling you how you come off. You’re my boyfriend, why would I insult you? I just think you should try to be a little less arrogant and a little nicer,” she says.
“Fine, I’ll sign up for the stupid museum trip. That’s what you really want, isn’t it?” I ask.
“Yes, and you’re not getting off the hook that easily,” she says as she grabs my arm and marches me up to the teacher.
“Ms. Whitney. Please tell me it’s not too late for Jordan to sign up,” she says.
“The sign-up deadline was last Friday,” she says.
“Aww, you see, Jordan is new here and he didn’t realize there was a field trip. Please let there be an exception. Please,” she says as she begs the teacher with pouty lips and folded hands.
“Fine, only this once. You’re lucky we still have plenty of room,” she says.
“I’ll need a sign a permission slip from your parents,” she says.
“My parents are dead,” I say, quite bluntly.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Then we’ll need a signature from your legal guardians,” she says.
“Fine,” I sigh.
“Thank you so much, Ms. Whitney,” she says.
“You’re welcome, just get me that signed slip,” she says before my black-haired girl drags me out of the room.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you take me on this stupid field trip,” I sigh.
“Oh relax, you’ll have so much fun. Trust me. I can’t wait to see all the new exhibits. Maybe you might learn something,” she says.
At lunchtime
We sit out in our usual spot in the football stands. “How come you don’t want to join the football team?” she asks me as we trade lunches.
“Why would I want to do that? They’re nothing but gutless worms who don’t have the desire to win,” I say.
“Maybe they just need someone like you to show them,” she says.
“I thought you didn’t like half of them?” I ask.
“Not all of them are bad. Come on, just give it a try. Who knows, you may even make a friend or two,” she says. “Besides, it’ll give you an excuse to hit people. Don’t you want something to take out all that pent up anger on?”
“I’ll think about it,” I sigh.
“I know with you on the team, they’ll win,” she says.
“Of course, I never lose,” I declare. She lets out a little giggle. “You find that funny?”
“No. I just think that your confidence is so sexy.”
“Oh…” I can feel the heat rush to my face. Why do I feel this way when I’m around her. My heart beats faster. My hands get all clammy and I get all hot and bothered. Now all I can think about is ripping her clothes off and depositing my seed in that perfect ass of hers. “Fine… I’ll do it. I’ll play that stupid game.”
She smiles. “Yay!”
She springs into me and wraps her arms around my shoulders. “You won’t regret it.”
After School
Once the final bell rings, Mackenzie drags me out to the football locker rooms. “Now go in there and tell him you want to play. I’ll stay and watch you practice.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I sigh.
“I want to. Why wouldn’t I want to see my sexy boyfriend getting all hot and sweaty,” she says.
Once again I find my heart rate rising. My face heats up as if the sun is focusing all its rays on me. “Fine.”
I march into the locker room as all the weaklings take notice. The fat coach looks up and me with a look of excitement. “I’ll play your stupid game.”
“You don’t have to get all excited,” says a guy wearing the same hat and also has a whistle around his neck. I give him a glare that could freeze the seven hells.
“Well, it’s good to have you on board. You won’t be able to play on Friday because you have to have 3 days of conditioning, but you’ll be able to play next week,” he says.
“Wait, you’re saying I won’t even be able to play?” I ask.
“Well, you have to go through three days of conditioning before you can play. It’s the rules and unfortunately, our next game is on Friday. Including today, that’s only 2 days of conditioning. Also, you still need to learn the plays,” he says.
I cross my arms. “It’ll take me less than a few minutes to learn all your tactics.”
“We’ll see,” coach number 2 says.
“Well, why don’t you get changed into some gym clothes and we’ll get you a helmet. After practice we’ll get you the rest of your equipment,” he says.
“Whatever,” I sigh.
“Hey, no need for the attitude,” coach number 2 says.
I follow the coach number 2 out to the equipment room and he gives me a helmet. Not that I’d need one.
As I join the other players out on the practice field, they stare at me as if I’m one of those… Bears or whatever those large animals are called on this planet. The ones that strike fear into the hearts of these earthlings. I can hear one kid with blonde hair mutter to another kid. “If he thinks he can just walk on this field and take the starting quarterback position, he’s got another thing coming.”
Stupid human, I’ll crush you under the weight of my thoughts. I’ll take your mind and rupture all your veins until you’re bleeding from the inside. But that would upset Mackenzie even though they all hate her, she doesn’t seem to hold any ill will towards any of them. I will admit that I’m going to revel in defeating this arrogant piece of trash and yes, I do intend to claim the quarterback position and anything else I want.
Mackenzie walks up and sits off near the side. She waves at me with a shining bright smile.
“What is she doing here?” someone asks.
“Don’t you mean he? He’s a fucking dude,” says the blonde-haired piece of trash.
“Say one more thing about her and I’ll rip your brain out of your head,” I growl as I glare at him.
“Bring it on,” he says. “You’re not so tough. I could take you.”
Just then the coaches pull up in a car and get out and head towards us.
“Great, I see you’ve all met your new teammates. Everyone, say hello to Jordan Taylor,” the fat human says as he hustles out onto the field. He must be their leader. The general of this team.
“Coach, is he automatically going to be QB? Why can’t we have a tryout? I can beat him,” the blonde-haired pretty boy says.
“Yea!” another kid says behind him.
“If you think you can beat him, then we’ll have a tryout. I suppose it’s only fair,” the fat coach says. “Who else would like to try for the position?”
A few others raise their hands.
“Alright, for those who want to try out, line up at the 30-yard line,” he says.
I join the 6 other players that run out to line up at the 30-yard line. “Really Morgan?” Asks a kid. “You’re our best wide receiver.”
“Hey, man, what can I say? I’m greedy,” the tallest kid on the field says as he lines up on the line. He’s got dark chocolate skin and a careless smile.
“I’m surprised you’re not out there, Stan?” someone blurts out.
“The running back position is mine. No one will ever outrun me,” a redheaded kid says as he holds his helmet.
“Alright, here’s the drill. Each of you get ten attempts to see how many times you can hit the crossbar of the goal post,” says the skinny man as he holds a bag of the oddly shaped balls. “From there, the ones who hit it the most will then throw pass routes to the rest of you.”
“The rest of you go catch the balls,” coach number 1 says. The people who aren’t on the line run past the goal post. “Now get in a single file line behind Ken in the center.”
We follow suit and I end up last. He hands the golden-haired piece of trash the first ball and he wipes it at the goal post. It goes sailing between the two poles, completely missing the post. After 10 attempts, he hits 5 of them. He holds his head up high with a smirk on his face. “Beat that.”
Are you kidding me? You only hit it 5 times. That’s horrible. The kid behind him, a tall well-built kid nearly misses every throw. He walks away laughing. “I guess I’ll just stick with the full-back position.”
A small caramel skin colored kid goes after him and actually does miss every pass. This is pathetic. He walks away with his shoulders slumped. “Why did you even try?” the golden-haired walking trash bag asks. “That was awful, my left arm could have done better.”
The tall dark-skinned kid goes next and hits the goal post 7 times out of 10. “Dude, that was incredible!” says a kid standing in front of me.
“Eh, it was nothing,” he says as he walks off nonchalantly.
A short fat chubby kid goes next and can barely even get the ball to the post, let alone hit it. “Haha, tubby can’t even throw the ball,” says the blond-haired human filth.
The kid in front of me goes next and hits it 4 times. “I did a lot better than I thought I would,” he smiles as he joins the rest.
Finally, it’s my turn. “Go Jordan!” I hear my slave shout as she watches off to the side.
The kids all snicker. “Look he’s got a tranny cheering squad,” says the stupid blonde haired kid. I’m going to kill him.
“That’s enough, Ken,” the skinny coach says.
I walk up and grab the ball and pelt the crossbar, ricocheting the ball halfway out into the parking lot. I hit it in the same spot every time and I never miss.
Everyone goes silent with gaping jaws once I finish
“Alright, time for round two,” the skinny man says. “Ken, Morgan, Chris, and Jordan line up here. The rest of you line up over here. You’re going to run a post route. You’ll run 20 yards and cut in towards the middle of the field at an angle.”
“Ken you’re first,” he says, tossing him the ball. Ken hikes it and steps back as the tubby kid runs up the field. After twenty yards, he turns at about a 45-degree angle towards the goal. Ken passes it to him as soon as he turns, bouncing the ball of the kid’s helmet. Everyone starts laughing.
“Come on fatass, catch the ball. You’re making me look bad,” the blonde-haired piece of shit says.
“20 pushups, Ken. Don’t talk to your teammates that way,” the skinny coach says. “Morgan, you’re up next.”
The blonde-haired arrogant little shit drops to the ground and starts pushing up against it as he mumbles a slew of unintelligent derogatory insults.
The tall chocolate-colored kid goes next and throws a perfect pass to the short caramel-colored human. He bobbles it and drops it. “Aw, come on man. You gotta catch that.”
After him, the one referred to as Chris goes. He overthrows his target by 5 yards.
Now it’s my turn. I take the pointy ball as a tall, broad-shouldered, big belly, dark chocolate skinned kid lines up. He bumbles down the field. Definitely a big enough target. I wipe the ball at him as soon as he turns in. It crashes into his chest and lifts him off his feet and onto his ass. Amazingly he caught the ball though.
Once again, everyone is speechless. “Damn, he’s got a cannon,” someone says.
“Can we stop with the profanity,” the big coach says.
“You don’t have to throw it so hard,” the skinny human coach says. I shrug him off.
We continue to take turns throwing passes and I continue to pelt these humans with the ball. I never miss. But most of them can’t even catch the ball. Although, the short fat one caught it with his helmet. I don’t think that was on purpose. Most of them get knocked off their feet.
“You can ease up this time, you don’t have to throw a bullet everytime,” the coach says.
Is he seriously asking me that? If they aren’t strong enough to catch the ball, then they shouldn’t have the position. I’m just weeding out the weak.
Time to show these insects what true power is. If they think I was throwing it like a bullet before, wait until they see this one.
As soon as he’s about to turn the corner, I wind up and I heave the ball so hard it felt like a cannon went off. The ball hits the kid’s helmet so hard it knocks him off his feet. If I would have used any more of my strength behind that throw, I could’ve taken the human’s head off.
Let that be a lesson to them, never tell me what to do.
To my surprise, the earthling is still conscious. He rolls over and slams his fist against the ground. “I want another try.” He yells as he points at me.
“Fine,” coach number 2 says. “Don’t throw it so hard this time.”
“What! Are you kidding me! I want him to throw it harder. I swear I’m catching it this time,” he growls. Finally a human with some fight in him. “That’s a promise!”
I hike it once more and he sprints as fast as he can, which if I’m being honest, is a lot faster than any other human I have seen thus far, just as he turns I throw just as hard as I did before. The ball bounces off his chest and still manages to knock him over.
“One more time!” The kid screams as he pushes his way off the ground. “I know I can do it this time.”
Is this kid crazy? Fine, if he wants his head knocked off, that’s what’s going to happen. I’m not messing around this time.
Once more, I hike the ball and he goes running as hard as he can down the field. Faster than before. Almost like a lightning bolt. I wait until I see the whites of his eyes. I want him to be as ready as he’ll ever be before I put a hole in his chest.
I wind up just as his pupils meet mine. Like a spaceship breaking the sound bearer, the air around me even exploded out of the way. Before anyone could blink, the ball drilled into his chest and blew him off his feet. Everyone around let out a gasp as he slammed into the ground.
Coach 2 rushed over to him. He almost caught the ball! Even without catching the ball, I’m actually impressed that he’s still conscience, let alone still alive. Not even a bone broken. I’m intrigued.
Even so, he still manages to roll onto his hands and knees. “Again!” he screams.
“That’s enough,” Coach number 2 says. “We need to move on.”
“Come on Stan, you can’t even catch a pass?” The annoying blond kid says. I can’t stand the sound of his voice.
“Let’s see you try to catch one,” the kid says before he turns to me. “This isn’t over. I’ll catch all your passes. That’s a promise.”
“We’ll see about that,” I say.
“Dude, the point is to throw a pass that they can catch. We’re your teammates, not your enemies,” the tall dark chocolate kid says. I believe they called him Morgan.
“Everyone is my enemy.”
After practice ends, I get in the car with Mackenzie. “You were amazing out there, but maybe instead of pushing your teammates away, you could try making them your friends.”
“Why would you want that? None of them like you?” I say as I pull out in her car.
“None of them even know me. Once they actually get to know the real me, they’ll come around,” she says with a smile. “Now, let’s go back to my house, you could use a bath. Let me clean you up. And I’m also craving that dick of yours.”
She leans over and places a kiss on my cheek. I sigh and press the gas peeling out of there, leaving a cloud of smoke in my wake. The device the old man gave me vibrates in my pocket. I open it up and answer it. “Hey, it’s just me. The old man as you like to refer to. Just wondering if you’ll be home for dinner?”
“I’m with Mackenzie.”
“Why don’t you invite her over,” he says.
I turn to Mackenzie. “The old man’s inviting you over for dinner. Do you want to go?”
“Sure!” she says with a delighted smile.
“We’ll be over in 5 minutes,” I say as I end the call and whip it around and drive in the opposite direction to the old man’s house.
“Can you please not do that again!” Mackenzie complains.
I let out a sigh. “Relax.”
Back at the Old Man’s House
As we walk into the old man’s house, his woman has the table set. “Hey, dear. It’s good to see you, Mackenzie,” the woman says.
“You as well, Mrs. Taylor,” she replies. “Thank you for inviting me over for dinner.”
“You’re very welcome,” the old woman says. “I’m happy Jordan and you have become friends.”
“We’re actually dating now,” Mackenzie says as she latches onto my arm.
“Oh, that’s nice. Jordan could really use someone special. He’s had a rough life,” she says. Mr. Taylor lets out a forced cough.
“Don’t worry Mr. Taylor, Jordan’s already told me everything. I know he’s not from this planet,” Mackenzie says.
“Oh…” the old woman says wide-eyed.
“Jordan! I told you not to tell anyone,” the old man says.
“Don’t worry Mr. Taylor, I won’t tell anyone. I promise. He saved my life.”
“Is that so?” the old woman says.
“A car lost control and was heading right for me. Jordan swept me up with his powers. Before I knew what happened, I was in his arms floating 40 yards off the ground.”
The old man lets out a long sigh. “What if someone saw you. Or caught you on camera.”
“I couldn’t just let her die.”
“Of course not. But if people find out about you. Who knows what the government will do.”
“Let them try. I’ll destroy anyone who goes against me.”
“Relax, he was in his armor. I doubt anyone would have recognized him. Although, he didn’t cover his face, but at 40 yards off the ground, it’d be hard to see his face. Especially at night.”
“Listen, I’m glad you saved her, but you have to be careful. I’m not opposed to you using your abilities for the common good. You just can’t let anyone know who you are. You have to protect yourself,” the old man says.
“Well, dinner is ready,” the old lady says as she brings out a big dish of what she refers to as pasta.
“Wow, it looks delicious!” Mackenzie says.
“Thank you, dear,” the old woman says as she dishes us all a plate.
“So, Mackenzie. How is your mother holding up? I know how tough it can be without having a father around. Mine also died when I was young,” he says.
“Honestly, she’s not doing all that well,” she says.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. Maybe we can stop by and bring her dinner,” the old woman says.
“That’s okay. She’s usually in a drunken stupor and when she’s not drunk, she’s high on pills,” Mackenzie says.
“That’s… That’s terrible. That’s no place for a teen to grow up in. Do you have anyone looking after you?” the old woman asks.
“Actually I do.” Her gaze shifts over to me. “Jordan has really gone out of his way to help me. I feel so fortunate to have him in my life.”
“As sweet as that is, you really need an adult to look after you. A parent.”
“Hey! I have lived longer than any of you humans,” I say.
“Have you ever looked after someone? Raised a child? Been responsible for another person’s life?” she asks.
“I have been responsible for many people’s lives. I have commanded a full contingent of Novalan’s to victory over the Cotholians.”
“That’s nice and all, but that isn’t what being a parent is about. Being a parent isn’t about commanding them. It’s about raising them to be good people. It’s about providing them with guidance, safety, security, love, and care. Something I don’t think you have ever experienced before now.”
“What good will any of those do on the battlefield? What good will those do against the monster that took my people from me?” I slam my fists against the table as I stand up. “You humans have no idea the dangers out in the universe. You sit here in the comfort of your homes without a care in the world. One day monsters will be at your doorstep. Will love save you from then?”
“Jordan. I know your hurting…” she goes to say.
“You know nothing!” A tear slowly falls from my cheek. I close my eyes as Xarla beautiful face shows up in my mind. I see her as fierce as ever. She didn’t once run away from a battle. Even when death stared her in the face. Even when the monster responsible stood in front of her. She stood her ground. She died fighting. The mainframe showed me this. And I wasn’t there to protect her. I couldn’t keep her safe. Just like I won’t be able to keep Mackenzie safe from that monster. I wipe the tears away from my face and walk away from the dinner table.
I hear the girl follow me as I walk into my room. I sit on my bed and she sits down next to me. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know… You asked me once if I ever was in love. The truth is I was. She was a warrior like me. She was strong and brave and she fought to the end.”
“What was her name?” Mackenzie asks.
“Xarla. We trained together. We fought alongside each other and saved each other on numerous occasions.”
“Did she perish with the rest of your species?” she asks.
“Yes,” I nod.
“I’m sorry,” she says. She leans into me and wraps her arms around me.
“What do you have to apologize for?” I ask.
“For your lost. I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” she says, kissing my shoulder. “I wish there was something I could do to help ease the pain.”
“She’s gone. There’s nothing anyone can do to bring her back or any of my people, but I will avenge them. I swear it.”
“I know you will. I believe in you,” she says.
I turn to her and look into those lively blue eyes of hers. She leans in and kisses me. I take her face in my hands and caress the soft skin of her cheek with my thumb. “Will you come back and eat dinner with the Taylors?” she asks. I nod.
She takes my hand and leads me back to the table with the old folks.
“Listen, young man,” The old geezer says. “What happened to you was truly horrific, but getting worked up about it won’t bring them back. Would any of your people want you to wallow in their deaths? Would they want you to suffer and sink into despair? You’re the last of your kind. That means you have to live a life worthy of them. It’s up to you to carry on. Live the life they can no longer. Now eat up. You need your strength.”
I nod. For being a human, the old man sure knows what to say. Mackenzie lays her hand on my thigh and gives it a squeeze.
After we finish eating dinner, Mackenzie and I take a shower before heading into my room. I push her up against the door with my hand wrapped tightly around her throat. She looks up at me silently with those innocent blue eyes. I can see the world in them. I press my lips against hers as my hand loosens up and slides up to caress her cheek. She runs her fingers up my side and wraps them around my waist.
How can someone so fragile have such a huge effect on me? I could break her with a single thought. And yet, I find myself becoming attached to her. A human without any abilities of the mind, a weak earthling, and yet, she has so much power over me. She makes me feel alive. It’s like my heart finally beating again. I feel the need to protect her. She’s mine.
I lift her legs up as she wraps them around my waist. I carry her to the bed and lay her down before I start pulling off her towel. Her hands attack mine. I kiss up her stomach and kiss my way between her breasts. She pulls me into a kiss while my hands explore her body.
My hand wanders down her thighs and around to grab ahold of her ass. She grinds up into me, whimpering. I leave a trail of kisses down her neck and bite into it. Not enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark.
She looks up into my eyes and I kiss her before flipping her onto her stomach. I kiss my way down her back until I get to her perfect ass. I knead it with my hands, spreading apart her soft cheeks. I bend down and lick the crack of it. I slide my tongue around her tight little hole. She squirms underneath me.
She looks back at me with those eyes. “I forgot my bag in the car. It’s got my lube in it. Let me go get it.”
I push her back down. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I reach out with my mind and find her bag in the car. I pull open the car door and pull the bag around the house as I open the window and bring it to my open hand. I find a bottle in her bag and toss the bag aside. I close the window with a thought and shut the car door. I squirt the contents of the bottle all up in the crack of her ass and cover my cock with it. I toss the bottle aside.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I spread her ass open as I press my cock against her lubed up hole. She grips the sheets of my bed and lets out a groan as the head of my cock pops into her tight ass. Why haven’t I discovered the pleasure of sex before?
I push my hips forward, sinking my dick farther into her as she grunts out and bites into the pillow. I cease my conquest to let her adjust. I can feel she’s in pain. A sense of guilt washes over me. I lean down and kiss her shoulder. I slide my hand underneath her, holding her close to me. “Let me know when you’re ready for more,” I whisper into her ear. I kiss her neck.
“I’m yours, master. Don’t stop. I can take it,” she breathes.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell her.
She leans back and kisses me. Her hand reaches up and grabs my ass, pulling me into her. My dick sinks further into her ass. She groans and winces as my dick spreads her open. I lay a kiss on her cheek. She pushes her ass against me as my hips meet the cheeks of her ass. She’s stronger than I thought. “Fuck me,” she groans.
I slowly pull back and press into her. She gasps out. I don’t stop. I continue to spread her open as I saw my dick in and out of her. I start out slow and gentle. I don’t wish to hurt her. Soon she starts meeting my thrusts with her own. Her groans and grunts turn into moans. Her starts matching me thrust for thrust. Fuck, it feels so good.
“Don’t stop,” she moans. My hand grabs her breast as my thrusts become faster and harder. She moans louder. My hand slides down her stomach as I feel her rock hard cock. “I’m so close. Fuck me. Please don’t stop!”
I start to stroke her as I start to slam into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. Her moans grow louder. I feel my restraint slipping. I can’t hold out much longer.
Her cock gets steely hard as she clamps down my dick. She moans out as her dick spurts all over the bed. I can’t hold it any longer. My cock is about to erupt. I slam into her and erupt inside her. The pleasure is so intense, like a heat so hot, it can melt steel. I continue to thrust inside her as my dick spews out my seed.
I finally collapse on top of her. We’re both breathing heavily. She’s covered in sweat. I pull out of her and roll onto my back. She slides herself onto me and leans up to kiss me. I slide my hand against her cheek and take her tongue into my mouth.
She pulls back and looks into my eyes. “I’m yours,” she whispers.
I lean up and kiss her forehead. “And I am yours.”
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