The Alien Warrior King's Accountant (Royal Aliens 4)

“We made love, human.”

“But what does it mean?”

“It means my body and yours joined as one entity for the purpose of mutual pleasure.”

“I know.” I blush, wondering if I shouldn’t even be asking a question like this. Tyrant might not even know what I mean by it. To a lot of men, sex means nothing. It is a physical release, nothing more.

But it didn’t feel that way with Tyrant. It felt as though it meant something. He was as tender as he was powerful, as passionate as he was domineering. I can still feel him inside me even though his thick cock has already slid from me, leaving me physically one and alone again.

I want to cling to him, to hold onto that incredible feeling of connection which I felt at the peak of my climax. I was not a virgin when King Tyrant took me, but I may as well have been, because the sexual experiences I had before this were nothing compared to what we just did. He erased every man who so much as looked at me before, and utterly obliterated those who would have called themselves lovers. He has put himself in place of them all, he has claimed me in every way possible.

He doesn’t answer my question. Maybe he doesn’t understand it. Maybe he wants this moment to stand for itself, and maybe that is enough. He wraps me in his arms and holds me so close I forget all about questions and meanings. I let myself sink into his embrace, feel his body, breathe in his scent, and fall into the deepest, safest sleep I have ever experienced.

* * *

Tyrant

I love this human. I have never loved anybody before, and I am not sure how to proceed. It would be simple to take her as my chattel, add her to the crew, make her a permanent fixture. But she is human, and humans belong on Earth.

I know the longer she is away from her planet, the more danger will find her, and the more she will be subject to the forces of alien change. The universe acts on all living things when they step outside the realm of their origin.

She is already changing. The first day she came aboard the ship, it did not react to her. She was unable to use the most basic of its technology. Now she passes through the walls as do we all, and steps on the transport flyers with the alacrity of a native.

I wonder what I have done to her now that I have spent myself inside her, what changes my seed will initiate inside her as it interacts with all the potential of her DNA. No creature is as static as it might imagine.

I am included in that fact. Prior to meeting this human of mine, I was not interested in mating. I was interested in war and conquest and death. I would much rather have taken a life than made one.

I know what she meant by the question she asked. She wants to know if there is a future for us. I do not know. All I know is that there is a present, and this present is so powerful that it warps future and past.

I watch her sleep, and I let the future be.

6 The Man From DICK

“Tania.”

Every time he says my name I feel as though electricity is zipping through me just hearing it. Tyrant has an effect on me which is indefinably primal.

“In a manner of days, perhaps hours, depending on how you look at it, we will hit the final deadline for the return.”

Those words send me into a frenzy. I’m not ready. I’m not even halfway ready. There are some files I haven’t been able to look at yet. There could be anything inside them. There could be a lost trove, or a really considerable expense.

“I’m going to have to work even harder,” I declare.

But the king has other plans. His warning was not given to rush me, it seems. Or perhaps it was, but he has been caught up in the animal madness between us. I feel almost as though we are two meat magnets. Whenever we are close, the attraction takes over and we find ourselves naked and joined with all the will of the cosmos.

“Come to bed, human.”

“I still haven’t finished your return. It’s incredibly complicated.”

But the way he’s nuzzling my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin, distracts me from the busywork before me. It tells me there is a different priority, one which is far more primal.

How can I resist my king’s command?

He draws me into his bed and again we join with one another. I could get used to this. I could really, really get used to this.

Some indeterminate amount of time later…

"And that’s it.”