13 comments/ 25754 views/ 10 favorites Alien Prison Ch. 01 By: CassieJo Hey guys, this is my first story here. I would appreciate feedback, both positive and negative comments are welcome. This story is set in the future and it has aliens, drugs, sex, and love in it. I am going to break it up into chapters so not every chapter will have sex in it; please keep that in mind. The later chapters are longer than the first few. Enjoy, CassieJo ************* Terry~ Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT! How did I get myself into this? That's all that I can think about right now. I suppose I could be thinking about things like, "Wow, that guy is kinda hot with all of those tattoos," or "Do all guys in prison look like this?" But no, I guess I'm a selfish person. I can only keep wondering how I got myself into this. Two Days Ago: September 17, 2211 Ugh, I think to myself, he showed no mercy last night, again. What was I expecting him to do, change just because it was my birthday? No, he wouldn't change, not for me. The man that I am talking about is Blake Ransom. He is a 25 year old intergalactic "salesman," meaning, he's a drug dealer and proud. He is a massive 6'3" and weighs 270 pounds of muscle.....and fat. I say he is massive, because he towers over my 5'4" frame by almost a foot and outweighs me by 140 pounds. At 22 years of age my dark brown hair still holds the natural highlights that it has had for as long as I can remember. My chocolate brown eyes inspect the damage that was done the night before. My lightly tanned skin is covered in cuts and bruises and a headache is raging behind my eyes. I should have known better. Why didn't I get out while I could? I questioned myself, remembering the events that lead to this outcome. Blake is my current boyfriend. I like the taller, bigger, and more muscled guys because of the first man that I was ever with. Blake is, how can I put this nicely; Blake is "protective." He likes to know where I am, what I am doing, who I am with, and what time I will be back. Then, when I get back, he asks me the same questions, and if I did something that differs even slightly from what I told him, he slaps me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a masochist, I hate pain, but he didn't start this way. When we first started going out he was usually nice. He let me do what I wanted and treated me to anything I wanted. It started to go bad after about four months. It wasn't overnight or anything, just a slap here and there or a snide comment at some random moment. Then it started to escalate. He would come home stinking of alcohol and weed, beat me a little, fuck the shit out of me, and then repeat until it was morning. I was starting to get sick of it. Tonight, I guess I should tell him that I'm moving out and leaving him, I said to myself. Crap, first I have to get to work. After that I can worry about tonight, I said as I notice the clock and throw on my work clothes. After work I went straight home and looked around the house to see if he was back yet. When I saw that he wasn't, I set my plan into motion. Perfect! Now, hopefully, I can get most of my stuff out of the apartment and maybe even leave before he gets back! I was about three-fourths of the way done when he returned. He came into the bedroom and I smelled the air. Crap, I can't smell any alcohol, but he looks pissed off. Now Blake is scary as shit when drunk, but drunk pissed Blake doesn't hold a candle to sober pissed Blake. "H-hi, babe. A-are you feeling o-okay," I asked to him trying not to sound afraid. Oh yea, very convincing, very convincing, I bet that he totally bought that. He knows you're up to something, I reasoned with myself. "What are you doing Terry?" he asked. The dark circles under his eyes only add to his menacing look. He is the type of man whom you don't want to piss off. That is mainly because once you piss him off you are usually either killed or you are sent to a slave trader planet. Personally, I would rather be killed. Blake knew that which meant that he would sooner sell me to a slave planet someday. By the looks of it, it was going to be sooner rather than later. "I-I think it's time that we....we....we" I couldn't get the last word out. Trying to break up with an abusive man who towers over me and outweighs me by almost 140 pounds was making me shake like a leaf. I felt like I was going to throw up any second now because of my nervousness for my future. "You think it's time we what, little boy?" Blake asked as he stepped towards me. I gathered all remaining courage left in my mind, body, and soul to blurt out, "I think that we should JUST BREAK UP!!!" BAM!! The world went black as his fist hit the right side of my head and the left side of my head made contact with the wall. ************** Please stick with me. This is, as I said before, my first attempt at a story. I needed to lay some ground work before I could start the story. Please let me know what you think. Thanks a million, CassieJo Alien Prison Ch. 02 Once again I would love to know what you guys think. The last story ended with Terry getting knocked out. Enjoy, CassieJo ************* I woke up to my throbbing head hitting the headboard on Blake's huge, king sized bed. "Oww," I tried to scream. However, the ball gag in my mouth made it sound like a moan. I realized why it kept hitting the headboard one second later. Blake was buried inside my hole brutally fucking me. "Nice, to see that you are awake, slut," Blake spat out. "We are going to have lotsa fun now that your awake, aren't we?" An evil grin played around the corners of his mouth as he said that last line. Whenever I was stressed I would argue with myself to try and figure out the best way to get out of a situation. However, even though this was one of those situations, I knew there was no getting out of it, but the argument still raged in my head. Oh, shit, I thought to myself. Ya think? The bastard is probably gonna do one of two things to you. Thing number one: he's gonna fuck your brains out. Thing number two: he's gonna fuck your brains out and then beat you. Thing number three: he's gonna fuck your brains out, beat you to death, and then fuck your dead corpse, my other side said. That was more than two things, I thought back, so fuck you. Smirking, on the inside, since the ball gag wasn't going anywhere, my other half said, Oh, no need. Blake is trying to take care of that. Oh, was he ever. I am not quite sure where he had gotten the whip from, but one moment he was holding my shoulders and then the next thing that I know he pulled out a cat-o-nine tails. Shit, was the only thinkable word at that moment. With his six inch cock still pounding away at my asshole at my sore ass he started whipping my back. He moaned every time the whip made contact with my skin because my entire body tensed up. Each lash felt like a razor blade going across my already sore body. After what seemed like thousands of lashings later he flipped me over onto my back. I started screaming into the gag when I realized what he wanted to do. He started whipping my chest, and just like my back, he started to draw blood. I wanted to pass out from the combined pain of him fucking my ass, my bloody back being rubbed against the sheets on the bed, and the lashes to my chest that were drawing more blood. After another twenty lashings he stopped, but only so he could punch and slap me a few more times. "No one leaves me. You hear me you little fag? No one is gonna take even a second look at your nasty body," Blake said, the words dripping like venom from his mouth. "You're lucky I took you in, gave you a place to stay, a bed to sleep in, and food to eat. No, you aren't going to be getting away." With those words he started pounding his cock in and out of my abused hole even harder. Blake slapped me a few times when he tried to get my cock hard, and failed to do so. "If you know what's good for ya, little boy, I would suggest you get your little dick hard, NOW!!!" Blake spat out at me. In my mind I was thinking, Ok, you damn snake. I'm going to get off thinking about someone else. So FUCK YOU!!!! With that I started imagining him. I had lost my virginity when I had just turned 18. I mean when he entered my body the clock was chiming on the wall that it was now September 17. The man's name was Draco. To me he was the hottest thing on the planet. In my mind I started replaying that night from four years ago. ~~~~~ Draco was standing over me with an unnamable emotion in his gorgeous, mysterious, blue-green eyes. I swore that every time I looked at him, his eyes were a different color. Right now his eyes seem to be made of a whirlpool. The blues and greens were moving around in his eyes, inviting me closer to look at them. All of a sudden he slides down my body and takes me into his mouth. The heat and the feeling of his tongue cause me to almost pass out. "Oh, omigod, Draco, that's so good!!! I'm going to come if you don't stop," well, at least that's what I TRIED to say. What came out, was a little different, "Omigod, ohhhhhhh ummmmmmm Coming!!!!" As I was saying that he pushed a lubed up finger up my hole and started searching for my prostate; and he found it. Oh, did he ever find it! He started working my little jewel over as I started coming, and coming. I let go of so much come that I was pretty sure that I was going to lose the white parts of my eyes pretty soon. Once I had stopped coming, Draco sat up and licked his lips and fingers. Oh my god!!! He is sooo HOT!!!!! I thought to myself. My other half, for once, had a brilliant idea, Try and do it for him too. So I did. Try that is. However, I realized that he still had his pants on, so I started to unbuckle them. "Does my little angel want a taste too?" Draco asked me. I nodded my head and he slid his designer jeans down, before I could rip them off. My mouth fell open. He was HUGE! I was not expecting anything as amazingly large as what Draco showed me when his pants hit the ground. His cock had to be around nine inches long and incredibly thick. I was an 18 year old that had a six inch cock and had only seen smaller ones at my Earth school. I licked my lips at the sight of Draco naked. His cock matched the rest of him perfectly. He stood at 6'3", had a wide chest and back, wash board abs, and had tree trunks for legs. His ears were pointed, kind of like elf ears from Earth mythology. However, he was from Shiar'cata, a planet two solar systems away from Earth. I reached forward and grabbed his long manhood and brought my mouth to it to pay it homage. I licked the slit and sucked gently on the head, making him moan in satisfaction. Then, I grasped the base of his organ and pushed myself down as far as I could until I felt him near my throat. I had never tried to pleasure anything this massive before, so I gagged a little bit. I relaxed my throat and let a large pool of saliva build up in my mouth. Then I slid my mouth all of the way down his massive pole so that my nose was in his bush. "Oh, yes, my little angel. Just like that," Draco groaned. He picked me up with ease and turned me so that my butt was towards his face. "Woah," what I gasped, as he suddenly started rimming me. Oh my god, it felt so good. I started pushing my hole against his tongue, loving every second of it. Then he started fingering my ass again. This man is a pro!! crossed my mind along with a few moans. Draco chuckled and told me to get on my hands and knees. He told me to relax as he brought his lubed cock to my hole and started to push in. It hurt a lot but there was something else. He kept pushing and pushing, and I was finding it hard to breath. He suddenly asked, "Is this your first time?" I bashfully answered, "Yes, I'm sorry, is it un-pleasurable for you?" "No, little angel. It is very, very pleasurable for me. I should have readied you more for my entry though," he said with his expression softening. His eyes were completely green now. They were almost a glow in the dark, emerald green color. I became even hornier looking at them; if that was possible. He started moving, hitting my hot spot with every stroke. It felt like he was almost hitting it when he was pulling out, just as hard as when he pushed into it! But I didn't care. No I was far beyond caring, or thinking, or doing anything except laying there and moaning. I could feel myself getting close to the edge. I looked into Draco's face and saw that it was shining. I touched it and it felt almost like scales; which somehow turned me on more. "I'm getting close, Draco," I almost screamed. "Come for me my little angel," he roared back as his own orgasm hit him. He came inside me as I blasted my come in between us. ~~~~~~~~ As I came back from my memories, I realized that I had come in real life. This fact made Blake look very pleased with himself. Almost as if he had been the reason that I had come. My memories, and the promise that Draco had made to me in my sleep, were the only things keeping me living anymore. "Ok, you little slut, here's what's going to happen from now on. You are going to go to work, come home, make dinner, satisfy me, go to sleep, wake up, and repeat. You got that, you little whore?" Blake snarled as his alien self started to show itself. I nodded my acceptance of this fate, even though at the first chance I was going to run away. Blake's venomous snake teeth started to retract as he nodded off into sleep. You big, fat, fucking snake alien!!! You couldn't even untie my hands from over my head before you fall asleep, I roared in my head as my own consciousness started slipping away from me. I woke up to a fist connecting with my left eye. "What did you just say, you little WHORE!?" were the words that Blake was saying after my ears stopped ringing. "Who the hell is this, Draco person? One of your little fuck buddies?" No answer was heard as he pulled out his whip and started using it as hard as his muscles would let him. The cuts from the night before reopened as new gashes were created on my skin. He continued to whip me until I was at the brink of consciousness. "Don't think that this is the end, you little bitch," Blake hissed out. "I will make you pay." With that he got up off of the bed, got dressed, and unlocked my hands. "Get your filthy self cleaned up and get to work." With that said he turned and left me crying and bleeding on the bed. After I was sure he was gone, I got off the bed and gathered the bloodied sheets. I put them in the washer and then went to the shower to get the blood off of me. It burned when the water hit all of my open wounds but allowed some of the tension in my body to leave. I avoided using soap and patted myself dry before putting on my work clothes and heading out. It finally returned to me what I had said. I had been dreaming that Draco was comforting me. I had said to him, "Please Draco, please come and save me." Apparently, I had said those words out loud. "-ry, Terry!" I heard someone calling me out of the trance-like state that I had been in while thinking about last night and this morning's beatings and rapes. It was Jakob, my best friend on Earth for as long as I could remember. Jakob was a tall and big man. If we hadn't been best friends, I would have probably made a move on him already. "What's wrong Terry? And where did you get that black eye," Jakob asked as he dropped a pencil. Seeing as the fact that I was closer to the ground already, I bent over to pick up the pencil. "HOLY SHIT!!! Did that fucker whip you!?!?!?" Jakob gasped. I spun around, realizing too late that the shirt I was wearing always rode up when I bent over. "Jakob, please forget what you just saw," I begged. I was not about to let my best friend be killed by an obsessed drug lord. "I'm trying to leave him, I swear. So please, please, Jakob, don't do anything stupid. OK?" "Fine, but let me know if you ever need anything. I'm always here for you, Te," Jakob said trying to comfort me. "I know," I said, "I know." I got off the bus, giving Jakob a smile to reassure him, but I knew he wasn't fooled. We had known each other far too long for him not to know when I was hurting. I walked up the stairs into my workplace. I work as a junior space traffic controller for the area around Earth. I just did menial tasks at first, but now they were letting me direct traffic on occasion. "Hey Terry, good to see you bo--. Oh My God!! What happened to your eye? No wait, scratch that, what happened to you?" my boss Nancy Soloan, a motherly type 42 year old woman, asked. "It looks like he lost a fight with a 426 crusier," Sadie Jolts, another junior like me, said. "It's nothing," I said, trying to reassure them, "I got sort of drunk last night and picked a bad fight. Does anyone want some coffee from that new Galaxy High coffee place?" Ten hands went up as some of my other co-workers heard that last part about coffee. "Ok, I'll be right back. Don't blow yourselves up waiting." I got out the doors and about 20 feet away when I heard my cell going off. "Hello," I said, wondering who it was. "Hey, slut," my blood ran cold. "What do you want Blake?" His answer surprised me, "Well, I was thinking, I don't think that I could get much money for you on a slave planet because of how you look. So goodbye, bitch." He hung up as an explosion sounded behind me. It was my office building. I felt the piece of wood hitting me before I could even turn around. Then the world faded to black. I woke up with a splitting side ache and looking down saw that my left side was covered in healing bandages that left no scars on the body. Then I realized that I had no clue as to where I was and that my hands were handcuffed to the side rails of the bed. I saw someone walking past my door and asked him to come in. "Where am I?" I asked "You are in IGP1," he answered as if it was nothing. I paled at hearing that. Even I knew that Intergalactic Prison number 1 was no joking matter. That's were only the worst people went for the worst crimes. "Why am I here?" I asked pressing my luck for answers. "Because you are a terrorist of course," he said as he walked out of the room. To Be Continued... **************** Once again, please forgive any grammatical errors that I have made. I haven't been able to find anyone who wanted to be my editor yet. I am hoping to get the next chapter hammered out soon. Thank you, CassieJo Alien Prison Ch. 03 "I'm a WHAT!!!" I asked the man. "Why, you are a terrorist of course. Didn't you hear the man?" a soft, but scary, voice asked. I turned to see where the voice came from, but all I saw was the cutest boy ever. I mean there is cute, which is the category Jakob says that I fall under, and then there is drop dead cute, where this boy fell under. He had big blue eyes, blond hair that went past his waist, and he was a little taller than me by a few inches. He looked vaguely familiar so I had to ask, "Have we met before?" He smiled and said, "Have you ever been raped?" I shook my head no, and then I remembered Blake, and all the others, so I nodded. His smile faded, "By me?" he asked. I shook my head. "Have you ever been murdered?" I shook my head no. "Well then, no, I do not believe that we have met," he said the last line with such enthusiasm that I had to laugh. "My name is Terry, or Te for short," I told him. "I'm Marlocushavismrubis," he said, "or I suppose that you could call me Mar for short." I laughed again, "I like your name. Where are you from Mar?" The reason I asked was because he looked so exotic. His skin was a light red and it shimmered like it was a dancing flame of fire. His blue eyes, almost like navy blue, stood out against his fiery skin. His hair looked like it was on fire with the bright reds, oranges, and yellows that colored it. "I'm from Shiar'shata," Mar said, "and you are from Earth, from what I hear." There was something in his voice that made me wonder, "Is something wrong with that?" Mar replied, "As long as you are ok bottoming, everything will be perfectly fine." WHAT DID HE SAY?!?! "Umm, what do you mean?" at least I managed to get out a somewhat polite reply. "The cute little guys, like us, usually are the ones who get fucked," Mar stated in a matter of fact tone. "Oh, and tomorrow is your introduction to the rest of IGP1. You will be rooming with me until the warriors get back. They get first choice on the cutest newbies." He walked up to me and looked at my left eye. He brought his hand up making me flinch away. His eyes narrowed at my reaction but he didn't say anything. He then slowly moved his hand towards my face and gently stroked what my blackened left eye. "What happened to you? Did you walk into a light pole or something?" he asked jokingly although I felt an undertone of anger. "Uh, something like that," I said as I flinched at the memory. In my life time I've had my fair share of bad things happen: my parents were murdered in front of me, over ten men have tried to rape me, three have raped me, I've had four different boyfriends, and now an abusive boyfriend whom I'm sure was behind the explosion. I started shaking from the memories. Mar sat down beside me and put his arm around me. "Shhh, little one, no one is going to lay a hand on you anymore." I looked up at him. "How can you be so sure? I mean I have no friends here, I don't know anyone here, and I'm as weak as a newborn," I said in one breath, my mental state putting my mouth into overdrive. I tried to even my breathing and calm down. I didn't like showing how weak I was but my emotions were all over the place. Mar looked at me, "Well, I pretty much own this place when the warriors are gone. My lover is second in command of the warriors so I'm pretty well respected. Now, you know me. I don't want to see you die and I think that terrorists are pretty cool. So I guess that could make you my friend. And if you're my friend you could be a chicken on an alligator farm and be safe." Mar said this all so confidently that I couldn't help but relax. Soon I was nodding off in Mar's arms. I awoke in a wide open room with windows that gave an amazing view of space. I started to sit up when I felt someone's arms tighten around my waist. I threw off the arms, jumped up out of bed, and huddled in the corner as a sleepy, very confused, Mar looked back at me. "I-I'm s-sorry Mar," I stammered out, "I-I didn't mean to wake you. Please don't be mad." When I had felt those arms around me, my first thought was, Shit, you idiot. You relax and you see what happens. Blake finds you! Mar sat up on the bed and looked at me still huddled in the corner as I berated myself for acting in such a way. His expression softened and he said, "There is nothing to be sorry for. Why would you think that there was? Do you want to talk about it, Te?" Like the idiot I am, I answered, "No. No, there's nothing to talk about. I just felt bad for waking you up." He narrowed his eyes at my obvious lie but didn't comment on it. "You need to rest more, Te. The doctor said that even though you are asleep you aren't really resting for some reason. You won't recover if your body doesn't rest." I couldn't argue with Mar when he said this, so I went back into bed. He got up and left the room. I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep. Keep running. Just keep running. If you slow down he will catch you. "Who will catch you," I heard someone ask. "He will! Blake will! He is going to kill everyone close to me because I tried to leave him." He caught me. Blake caught me and now he is raising his hand to punch me or worse, rape me again. "-e. TE!!!! Come on wake up little one!! You have to wake up! It's just a dream. Only a dream." Mar kept repeating this over and over to me. "I-I'm sorry," I said, "Did I disturb you?" "What?! Oh no, little one, you did not disturb me. I wish I could meet who ever made you so fearful. He would wish that he had never been born!" Mar said, with a far off look in his midnight blue, near black eyes. Huh, that's strange, I thought they were lighter before, I thought to myself and then shrugged off the thought. "Here lay down again, little one, have you been having this nightmare since the explosion." "Yeah," I responded. But it was a lie. I had been having this sort of nightmare ever since I started dating Blake, two years ago. "You need not lie to me, little one, I can almost see into your very soul. Here now, I will sing you a lullaby that I was taught when I was younger by someone very important to me." "Lullaby, bona noctem Rosa roseo bedlight, Circuit liliis, Gypsophila paniculata meus dulce caput. Ponite vos usque nunc, et ceteri Somnus tuus benedictus! Ponite vos usque nunc, et ceteri Tua somnus sit benedicta Lullaby, bona noctem You're matris placent Ethiopia iuxta angeli Meae deliciae manebunt. Molle et calidum est lecto, Fallat requies caput. Molle et calidum est lecto, Fallat requies caput. SICKY, fallat. Login praesens est apud te. Ego abs te malum Tu expergiscere meos. Angelorum Custodum propinquos Dormiat igitur non metuens. Angelorum Custodum propinquos Dormiat igitur non metuens. Lullaby, dormiatque intenta sint. Tace Meae deliciae dormire Eo cream albo rudentes, Capite plena somniorum. A caelo clarus scriptor aurora Ille mane evigilare. Cum meridiano temperat orbem, Ipse in sole effusi." I fell asleep listening to Mar's soothing voice. For some reason this song sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it before. From the cliff that I was standing on I could see and smell the ocean. It was a comforting smell. It reminded me of a distant memory and of my home with my parents. I had a lot of friends as a teenager, before my parents were murdered that is. My friends had been from many different races, genders, and even planets. Even though humans had been aware of their existence for almost 150 years, some humans chose to exclude aliens from their lives as much as possible. I jumped off the cliff and into the ocean, loving the feel of air caress my body before the sea engulfs me. I went up for air and I saw him, Draco, my first and only true love. He looked at me and said, "I have come for you." I woke up with a start. Whoa, I'm okay with having that dream anytime, I thought to myself with a smile. "What are you grinning about?" Mar asked as he looked over at me. "Oh, nothing," I said. I knew I was still smiling, but I couldn't help it. "I just had a good dream." An alarm started going off and then an announcement came on, "Report to loading dock W. Repeat: All prisoners report to loading dock W." Mar jumped up with a huge smile on his face. "Why do we have to go to loading dock W?" I asked. "The warriors are back," he answered looking at me as if I were stupid. "I'm sorry, but you forget, I just got here yesterday. I don't even know who the warriors are," I said back. "I know, I'm sorry," Mar said, "I will tell you who they are on the way." With that said, we left our 'cell' and started walking towards loading dock W. Mar started his explanation, "The warriors here are similar to mercenaries. The prison rents them out to whoever is willing to pay the price for them. In exchange for being rented out, the warriors are treated extremely well here. As you saw, they have rooms, not cells, and they get to eat amazing food." I nodded showing that I understood. "But wouldn't them getting treated better here, make the other prisoners angry?" I asked "If the warriors couldn't wipe the floor with every single last one of them, they would be angry. Only the best fighters and strategists are chosen to become warriors. For example, my lover is the second in command of the warriors because he is both an excellent strategist and a ruthless fighter," Mar looked proud as he made the last statement. "Most of the warriors are decent enough guys, even if they are mercenaries. However, there are a select few, who YOU have to watch out for." Okay now I was confused, "Why do I, alone, have to watch out for them?" Mar stopped in his tracks and pulled a mirror from somewhere. "What do you see," he asked as he held the mirror up to my face. "I see a swollen eye, a cut lip, and tons of bruises. So?" I answered. "You have no sense of self-worth do you? Well, no matter. That will be taken care of when the other prisoners see you." I was about to ask Mar what he meant, when all of a sudden we were in a huge room filled with huge, and I mean HUGE, men. All of them seemed to be above six feet tall. Mar walked with me across the front of the room near where the ship carrying the warriors would land. I felt hundreds of eyes follow Mar as he walk with me. You should probably let go of his hand, I thought to myself. Hell no. Mar would be attacked the moment you let go, I reasoned with myself. I was shaking like a leaf again and Mar noticed. "Don't worry, they won't do anything to you as long as you are with me," he tried to reassure me. It didn't help. I was way past the point of reassurance now. Standing in the room with hundreds or maybe even thousands of convicted criminals didn't bode well for my fear levels. Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT! How did I get myself into this? that's all that I can think about right now. I suppose I could be thinking about things like, "Wow, that guy is kinda hot with all of those tattoos," or "Do all guys in prison look like this?" But no, I guess I'm a selfish person. I can only keep wondering how I got myself into this. My thoughts were cut off as a Space Fighter craft pulled into the landing area. The craft itself was intimidating with all of the weapons on it. To be honest I had never seen anything more intimidating until those onboard started to get off the craft. The regular prisoners that I thought were huge had nothing on these men. The four men who had stepped off so far, had looked like they were about to burst from having too much muscle. It seemed like the stream of ripped men would never stop. After 34 more guys got off, Mar took off into the arms of the 35th man, who was just emerging from the ship. The man who Mar ran to was, in few words, the second hottest man I had ever seen. He was tall, about 6'7", and had piercing blue grey eyes. His hair was light brown and hung to the middle of his back in a ponytail. Mar gave him a deep passionate kiss and then started talking to him when something caught my eye. I heard a light hissing sound just over my shoulder and I almost had a heart attack. That sound was the same sound that Blake made when he was either deep in thought, or really, really, pissed off. I spun around and caught my breath. Now, Blake has never been caught on drug charges. However, doesn't mean that any of his men haven't been caught. Hell, I found out that he actually made some of his men get caught on purpose. I was now staring straight into the eyes of Blake's number one, behind bars, man, Cobra Killer. At, least that was his name in Blake's files. I accidentally knocked over a box one night in our apartment and a ton of bags of hot pink, neon green, and white powders fell out. That was when I found out that he was a drug dealer, two months ago. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Did the boss finally get rid of his bitch?" Cobra said mocking me. His fangs were out and it looked like they were just a little shorter than Blake's fangs. Cobra and Blake had grown up together on the planet Vrasësit i Pafajshëm. It was inhabited by, what humans call, the snake people. The Vrasësitinians were of a merciless race and were taught from birth to fight. They all had lime green eyes with a black slit for a pupil. Their skin was made of scales that were as rough as sandpaper; it didn't feel too good during sex, that's for sure. They had a regular sized tongue which had two projections at the end of it that make it forked. But the fangs, the fangs were the worst part. They came out for any number of reasons. They could come out because of passion, anger, or at any other time. The fangs dripped poison, and I wasn't too keen on finding out how poisonous. "H-hi, C-Cobra," I stammered out. "W-what are y-you doing h-here?" Cobra had a 'thing' for me when Blake and I first started going out. This 'thing' eventually lead to him being one of the three people who had managed to rape me. That was the reason he was stuck here in IGP1 doing 'undercover' work. "Oh, you know exactly what I am doing here, sweet ass," Cobra said, his voice dripping with lust. He looked at me with his lime green eyes that looked far away, almost like he was imagining what he was going to do to me. That thought made me want to throw up. "The important question," he said as he took a step towards me, "is what I am GOING to do. To you." He raised one hand to touch my face and the other made a movement to grab my ass. "Keep your filthy rapist hands off of me," I shouted as I dodged out of his hands and knocked them away. Then I thought to myself, Shit, look at his uniform. Damn it! The uniform on Cobra matched the uniforms on the other warriors. This meant that even if anyone did care, they would be too afraid to stop him. "What did you say, you piece of ass!?" Cobra shouted at me. As he took more steps towards me, he raised his fist and got ready to punch me. I saw his fist coming in hard for a hit to my face. I closed my eyes and braced for the hit, swearing to myself that I wasn't going to make a sound when he did hit me. But as I waited, I realized that Cobra was whimpering. As I opened my eyes, I saw the most drop-dead gorgeous man ever in front of me, holding Cobra's fist. An angelic voice said, "Are you okay, little one?" My groin, which had only been starting to stir looking at him, became an instant hazard to anyone who ran into me. They would probably be impaled on it. In my embarrassed haze, I murmured, "Yup, I'm fine. No problem. Everything's cool. I'm gonna stop talking now." I knew that my face was a deep shade of red. My savior then turned to look at me and let out a chuckle in his deep velvety voice when he saw my face. That's when I got a really good look at him. He had royal blue eyes that contrasted nicely with his beige warrior uniform. The high cheek bones and sharp jawline gave his face a regal look. He had midnight black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and reached to what I knew had to be a tight ass. His face was smooth with no lines or wrinkles; even though it was obvious that he had been through battle for years. All of his body looked hard. I could see an eight pack beneath his tight uniform. An amazingly hot EIGHT pack. I don't care if you are an alien, that is HOT!!! He was huge in every single way because of his muscle and height. He had to be at least 6'9" and weigh close to 280 pounds, if not more. My mouth was watering more and more the longer I looked at him. Then began the internal debate. I don't usually go for guys with bright blue eyes or black hair because of HIM, my first love, I thought to myself. So, take a chance. He couldn't be any worse than Blake. Plus, he is smoking hot. I mean you can barely keep your cock inside your pants there, my alter persona said. Oh, speaking of cocks, I wonder how big his is. That thought made my face turn redder than it ever had. I looked up into his eyes and saw compassion. And then I looked over at Mar yelling at me to---wait a second. My eyes zoom back to his. They were now indescribable. I didn't know another word for it. Emotionless might be another word. I couldn't read him at all which kind of irked me. Mar came running up beside me and asked, "Are you okay, Te?" "Te?" Mr. Eight-pack Angel asked. "Oh that's right, you two haven't been introduced." Mar said. "Zmaj, this is Terry, that terrorist from Earth ya know. Terry, this is Zmaj Vuk. He is the commander of the warriors." "Pleased to meet you, Commander Vuk," I say. "Please, call me Zmaj. I hate the title. It makes for an easier target on the battlefield," he said in his angelic voice. "Well, shall we get started on the ceremony?" Mar asked "Yeah," Zmaj said, "I suppose we better. Don't get too far away, little one." "Your attention please," Zmaj's voice boomed over the intercom system. "We will now be placing the new arrivals with current 'boarders'." Zmaj read from a list who all of the new prisoners were going to be staying with. There had been about twelve other people who had come with me on the shuttle to IGP1 apparently. I don't remember most of the ride as I was unconscious from the blast. I could tell that Zmaj was nearing the end of his speech as the people around me were growing restless. All of the sudden someone shouted out, "Who is that cute one gonna room with? That Terry or whatever his name is." "He will be staying with me, of course," was Zmaj's answer. He answered in such a nonchalant way that my jaw literally dropped. I almost started laughing. This WOULD be my punishment for a crime. An everlasting hard-on, I thought to myself. * To Be Continued.... Hey Everyone, I want to thank you for all of the encouragement and advise that I have gotten from my first story. I just want you to know that for some reason my spell check stopped working halfway through this. I officially suck when it comes to technology. But once again, let me know how you like the story. I have lots of ideas for twists and turns. And once again I apologize for all grammar and spelling errors. I have no editor although I am trying to find one. Please be patient with me. :) Thank you, CassieJo Alien Prison Ch. 04 First, I must say that I tried!! I really truly did try to find an editor!! But I figured I had wasted a really long time waiting for some of them to reply and some didn't. So I am really sorry that it has taken me so long. (Bows and begs forgiveness)Also, I appreciate all of the comments that you guys have posted. Please keep doing it. It makes me feel that people are actually reading these stories. Thanks! :) Disclaimer: Any semblance that characters in this story bear to those in other stories is purely coincidental. The idea for this story is my own also and any similarities are also coincidental. Enjoy, CassieJo **** I could tell that Zmaj was nearing the end of his speech as the people around me were growing restless. All of a sudden, someone shouted out, "Who is that cute one gonna room with? That Terry, or whatever his name is." "He will be staying with me, of course," was Zmaj's answer. My jaw dropped to the floor. Mar came dancing up to me, "So, what do you think of your new roommate?" "I hate it," I said to him. "How in the hell, am I going to live with a constant erection?!" For some reason, I felt at ease with Mar, like an old friend. I don't usually go around telling nearly complete strangers that my new roommate would probably make me accidentally impale someone. Although, I was really hoping that someone, a certain hunk perhaps, would impale me. Mar started laughing, "I saw you checking him out, hardcore." I blushed, "Mar, please do not refer to him in the same sentence as the word 'hardcore'. I'm TRYING to behave here. I mean, he's a freakin' commander of a group of prisoner warriors. The last thing that I need is another—," I caught myself before I let it slip about Blake. Mar raised an eyebrow, "You know you can talk to me, right?" "Yeah I know, Mar. I know," I didn't know a different way to answer. It was still too difficult to talk about. What was I supposed to say? 'Hey guys, I had a homicidal, drug overlord for a boyfriend. Don't worry though; he only wants to kill everyone I have bodily contact with.' Yup, I can see that going over really well. "If you're done with your inner conversation," Mar said making me blush, "I want to introduce you to some of the warriors. You obviously met Cobra already." Mar threw a look at me over his shoulder that I couldn't quite make out. It was almost like he was asking me a question and looking concerned at the same time. I just met him, I thought to myself, how could he be concerned about a stranger like me? The first man that we walked up to was the one that Mar had ran up to and hugged. He was a little smaller than Zmaj but still massive compared to the other prisoners. His blue grey eyes shimmered as Mar introduced us. "Te, this is my lover, Tamac. If you ever need anything, and I'm not around, ask him," Mar said. "And if this little runt, here," Tamac said gesturing to Mar, "give you any trouble, just let me know. I'll gladly take care of it." I had to laugh at the look on Mar's face. It looked like he couldn't decide if he was aroused or pissed off at what was just said. "Haha, okay. Thank you," I responded, still laughing. Everyone that Mar introduced me to me seemed really nice. I would not have guessed that, not in prison at least. "They are only civil to people that are either on their team or are rooming with someone from their team," Mar said, answering my unspoken question. "Oh, ok," I said nodding my head. "Do you want to see some of the cool perks that come with rooming with a warrior, little one?" Mar asked. "I thought that that was the big room and good food." "Oh no, little one," Tamac answered with a smile. "There are many perks to being a warrior, or a warrior's 'roommate'. Let us show you some of them. Zmaj can show you more later on." The tour was incredible. They had everything and more. I saw a pool table, a tennis court, a basketball court, an anti-gravity volleyball court, an air hockey table, and a skating rink. I love skating. If I could, I would skate 40% of my life away. I love the ice. I love the cool feel of the skating rink. I love skating almost as much as I love swimming. Almost. The feel of the cool water flowing past your skin. The feelings that flow through my body as I cut through it are addictive. I usually end up getting horny while swimming because of my intense love for it. I'm not exactly tall enough to be a competitive swimmer, but I wish that I was. Although, when I think about it, that would mean my horniness would be displayed to the audience when the medals were presented... I realized that we were now walking towards the sleeping quarters for the warriors. We stopped at the room just before Mar's room. "Your new room is right next to ours," Mar explained seeing the puzzled expression on my face. "If you need anything you can just come over...or knock on the wall, I guess." "Okay, thank you very much, Mar, Tamac, for showing me around." I thanked them. I looked hesitantly at the door, "Um, do you think that Zmaj is back in the room yet?" Tamac answered first, "No, probably not. He had to go through the details of the latest mission with the prison heads. He should be back in about 25 minutes though." "Make sure you take a nap. If I hear any screaming, I will come over, kick your butt, and then sing you to sleep again, ok?" Mar told me. I mean he TOLD me. There was no question and I didn't doubt that he would do exactly that. "Yeah, okay. I am going to take a shower first and then I will go to sleep," I assured them. "Ok, sleep well," they said in unison. Turning towards their door, they took each other's hands, and went inside. I walked inside Zmaj's room. There was no way in hell that I was going to be able to think of this as my room any time soon. I looked around. Zmaj's room was similar to Mar and Tamac's room, but slightly more extravagant. His room had what looked like crystals hanging from the ceiling, a huge sitting area, and paintings on most of the walls of nature and winter scenes. As I walked farther into the room I saw how truly beautifully all of the furniture went together. It looked like the sofa and love seat were designer. How in the heck did a convicted criminal get a plush room like this?!?!?! I went into the little hallway that led to his bedroom. My jaw dropped so far that it actually hurt. His bed was practically straight out of my wettest dream. Minus the super-hot man, of course. The bed was a sexy four post bed with curtains. It was the kind where the curtains could be opened or closed. The colors, damn, the colors were downright seductive. The comforter was a deep sapphire blue. The silk sheets were the deepest red imaginable. The sheets and the bed comforter both had golden trimming. The curtains and pillow cases were also made of the same gold colored material. I couldn't believe it; I was actually starting to get hard just looking at the bed. It's a good thing Zmaj isn't here, I thought to myself. Bad move. I started to imagine that angel/should be illegal for a man to look that hot/God of a man in the very bed that I was staring at and BOOM!!!! Instant hard-on. You have a long, hard life ahead of you, I thought to myself as more images of something else that could be long and hard started to fill my mind....and anywhere else I would like to put them. I took off my clothes in the bed room and walked to the bathroom. My dick was standing at full attention loving the feel of the cool air around it. I walked into his bathroom which turned out to be just like the rest of his room, extremely extravagant. The floor was marble, the counter top was marble, and the shower was, of course, marble! I looked around me, astonished. I mean, really, how much money was Zmaj making the prison that he lived like this? I shook my head as I walked fully inside the bathroom and turned towards the shower. I turned it on and got inside. As the water flowed over me I became more and more horny, even though the cuts burned. I soaped up my hair and then rinsed it out. I then turned my attention to washing the rest of my scrawny body. I worked my way down to my hard flesh and palmed it. I started to stroke myself as my other hand crept around to my ass. I flinched as my finger touched my hole and some of the cuts on my ass. Still too sore to enjoy that, I guess. I moved my hand away from my ass and brought it down to below my cock. I gently rolled the orbs in the smooth skin. A moan escaped my lips as I envisioned Zmaj's mouth on my cock and his hand on my orbs. I wasn't able to hold on for long before my muscles tensed up and I started coming. I moaned out Zmaj's name as I shot the sticky, white liquid onto my hand. Holy crap! I haven't come like that in a long time, I thought to myself. I think that you should thank Zmaj for that, my other side shot back. Oh, fuck off. He's not even completely my type, I answered. My other side was as quick as ever, Oh, really. I don't know if I believe you after you screamed out his name while coming at the mere thought of him. For once, I didn't have an answer. I finished washing up and got out of the shower before it got too hot. Out of force of habit, I guess, I walked out of the bathroom naked to get some clothes to wear. I brought with me a large towel that I was using to dry my hair with as I walked. When I got to the bedroom I just walked in because I thought I was alone in the room. Thought, being the keyword. I was pretty sure that I had just died and gone to the naughty version of heaven. Because right in front of me, on the bed that had made me so freaking hot earlier, was Zmaj. He was naked except for a pair of boxers that were sinfully tight. There was a very large bulge laying in them off to one side. The bulge looked soft and unmoving which kind of made me wonder how big it could get. I started to get even hornier than I had been earlier. I made a move to walk quietly out of the room when I bumped something. Zmaj's head shot up and he looked at me. God, I think that I could grow to love blue eyes, I thought to myself. For once, my other side didn't argue back. "Oh, h-hey, I didn't know t-that y-you were b-back from your m-meeting," I stammered out, my eyes locked on his incredible body. I had been so focused on what was in his boxers that I hadn't realized that he was awake. I also hadn't paid much attention to the ripped body above whatever godsend was in those boxers. Although I could see all of his rippling muscles under his tight uniform before, seeing them unclothed was different. His eight pack abs contracted as he sat up sending a wave of desire through me. His biceps rippled as his arms moved, sending another wave through me. My mouth was practically watering as I felt my face heat up. "Are you feeling ok, Te," that damn angelic voice asked me. My body wanted to scream, 'NO, I fucking not okay. I am practically in heat over your body right now! I want to push you down and ride you until my legs can't bare it anymore! And then guess what, I want you to lay me on my back and pound me until I can't feel anything below my neck anymore!' However, I was not anywhere near mentally prepared after what Blake had done. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?" at least something halfway decent came out of my mouth. Although I could think of something really nice to go in it right now, my other side thought at me. A full body blush spread across my entire body. "Well, you look a little flushed," Zmaj answered. "Come here and let me see if you have a temperature." I walked towards him and his hand reached towards my forehead. "You feel fine. But that is not really a sure fire way to tell if someone is sick." My thoughts have an awful way of coming out of my mouth. "Is there a better, more effective way to tell if I'm sick?" and I meant it. I hate, hate, HATE being sick. If he thought that I was sick then maybe I was. "Well, first of let's get you dried off, ok," he said. I blushed when I realized that I was still completely naked. Yup, smart thing to do in prison. Go walking around naked. Smart, I thought to myself. But the fact that he didn't do anything to me while I was naked kind of impressed me and depressed me at the same time. I mean most guys are willing to fuck anything after being in prison for a while. I had been in prison barely two days and already I was coming to the thought of a stranger fucking me. But at the same time I was wondering how badly the explosion had damaged my body. I thought about the horrible bruises on my body that were at their worst right now. The dark blue-black splotches on my skin drowned out the lighter bruises that were from previous beatings that Blake had given me. I was suddenly self-conscious as he walked towards me to help. I started to back to the door and held the towel up to hide as much of my body as I could. "I-It's ok. I can dry myself off. You must be tired after your mission. I'll go dry off in the bathroom," I was almost slurring my words together I was trying to talk so fast. I started to turn when he caught me by my arm. He didn't squeeze, but it still hurt. The pain killers must be wearing off, I thought to myself. He turned me so that my back was facing him. "Have these wounds been treated?" his voice was a slight growl. "Um, yeah. I was about to put some more of the healing cream stuff on," I said. I really, REALLY wish that he hadn't seen the marks, I thought to myself. "Lay down on the bed," he said as he led me to the bed. "I will put it on for you. You probably don't have long enough arms to reach all of them." There was no way that I could have argued as he sat me down on the bed. After he was sure that I was probably not going to run, he pulled on some pants, threw me some shorts, and walked to get some of the healing cream. The soft, silky comforter was almost more than I could handle. My skin was tingling from the sensations. I didn't want to get blood on the comforter so I put on the shorts and settled for rubbing the silk against my face. I must have fallen asleep while rubbing my face on the silk, because the next thing that I knew Zmaj's hands were on my back rubbing in the cream. I yelped a little bit at the sudden touch of unfamiliar hands and I began shaking. "Calm, my little one, I'm just putting on the healing cream." He set to work again and this time I couldn't help the barely audible moan that escaped my lips. I waited to see if he would say something, but he didn't. He just continued on with his work. Zmaj's hands on my back were making me hornier and hornier. I was having a tough time keeping my moans in my mind as I didn't know what WAS real any more. His hands were reawakening things that hadn't come out in many years. "I can't reach some of your lower injuries very well," Zmaj told me, "lift up your hips so I can take the shorts off." Oh no, that means that he will see how turned on I am, I thought to myself. But I complied as, once again, there was no way I could have stopped him any other way and didn't really want him to stop. His hands went back to rubbing the cream into my back. He started to work his hands lower and lower and lower. My tiny moans were full-fledged moans now. Eventually he worked his way down to my ass, which was still pretty bad. It had taken quite a few slashes across it when Blake was having fun. His hands stopped moving and came off my body. I reluctantly lifted my head up, sad that he was done. What if he just doesn't want to touch my ass, I thought to myself. I turned around to tell him that I could finish the rest myself when I saw his eyes. They were a bluish-black color that sort of frightened me. I drew away from him, scared that he had gotten annoyed with my moans. "Z-Zmaj, I can f-finish the r-rest, so y-you don't h-have to," I managed to stammer out. I reached for the cream and started to get off the bed when he grabbed me. "Who did such a terrible thing to you, little one?" he asked. There was no way in fuck's name was I telling him. Granted, he could probably take Blake any day, but Blake had never played by the rules. He would pay any price to get what he wanted. "Oh, they're...they're from the explosion. I was too close to the building when it blew up, so it knocked me off my feet. I slid on my bottom quite a lot and my back was pretty scraped up," I really hoped that that would convince him. Nope. He looked at me with doubt obvious in his eyes. "Never mind, I will eventually get the truth out of you. Lay back down on your stomach." His hands went back to work starting at the little divot in my back where my ass starts. He started making his way towards my ass and I almost start moaning. The medicine in the cream killed all pain in the wounds instantly. My hole was almost twitching I was so horny from his hands being on my ass. Even if this was as far as he wanted to go I still had the memory at least. He spread the cream over every surface of my ass first and then went to work massaging it in. I could care less about the damn wounds at the point. I was lucky if I was able to form a coherent thought. I was constantly moaning my approval of his hands. His hands pulled up and off of me and I was about to let out a little moan of disapproval before I caught myself. "Um, thank you so much for that. I'm sure that that is enough. I can clean up now," my body broke out in a blush as I rambled through my sentences. "Oh, we're not done yet," Zmaj's angelic voice answered. "I saw a couple more wounds. Please lay back down flat." I obeyed, truly worried that there were actually even more wounds. I saw him reach and put some more cream back on his fingers. This time he started right on my ass. But instead of working his way down, he worked in. Towards my crack and my hole. My body was on fire with desire, lust, and hope. One of his hands reached my crack and he slid a finger up and down it. My body twitched as his finger lightly touched my hole. "Ahhh," I moaned out, "I don't think you need to get those wounds. They will heal on their own." His voice was a low growl, "You shouldn't even have wounds here. None the less, I will make sure that they are all thoroughly coated with the cream." I started to move back against his finger because of how insane he was driving me. I wanted him in me, taking me, thrusting into me, and doing a number of other unnamable things to my body. I felt his finger traveling down towards my hole just as I was pushing back against him. Because of the lubrication provided so kindly by the healing cream he slid right in. "Ahhh, my GOD!" I moaned out. His finger was so thick and long. "Oops, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," his voice had a slight smile to it. I got slightly mad that he was teasing me so badly. I moved my foot a little bit to kick him lightly when I felt it. Something very hard, long, and slightly wet was lying on top of my foot. He moaned lightly as I brushed it again. Aha, I found your weakness, I thought to myself. I have always loved blackmail. I pushed back on his finger again when suddenly his finger curled inside and hit the spot that set fireworks off behind my eyes. "Oh fuck YES," I screamed out. He started thrusting his finger in and out of my hole as my foot started rubbing against his hard flesh. As he started to add a second finger I was surprised that I still had not thought about Draco. That thought was quickly abandoned as his second finger slid in. Zmaj was giving my prostate a good work over when I started coming. My whole body was convulsing so badly that I wasn't sure how I didn't kick him. He didn't stop rubbing my hot spot, prolonging my orgasm even more. He had started coming at some point when I was near unconsciousness. Alien Prison Ch. 04 "Oh, that felt nice," I whispered softly. I really didn't think that he would hear me. All of a sudden his body was over mine and he tilted my head to the side and kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth when I started to moan. I was enthralled by his tongue. It was long and smooth. I loved how it seemed to caress my tongue in every possible way. Once again, I moaned my disapproval when he pulled back off of my mouth. I suddenly realized how tired I was. I looked at his eyes only to see emerald green eyes staring back at me. I got a funny feeling of déjà vu as I fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke the next morning I felt completely fine. As I made a move to get out of bed I felt an arm tighten around my waist. Once again my immediate thought screamed Blake! so I attempted to throw off the arm and get out of bed. The arm tightened and pulled me closer to warm broad chest of the owner of the arm. I started to shake. I soon gained enough courage to turn around and look to see who it was. As my eyes traveled up the body behind me I relaxed. I was looking into the most gorgeous set of blue eyes ever. "Are you okay, little one?" Zmaj asked. "Yup, perfectly fine," I breathed out a sigh of relief that it hadn't been who I thought it was. I couldn't understand why I had acted the way I had before I had fallen asleep. I had never been one for one night stand and my mind was still a mess from what Blake had done to me. For some reason though, I felt safe with Zmaj. As I breathed in I noticed a smell that hadn't been there before. It smelled like the ocean. The smell was getting me all hot and bothered again, so I decided it would probably be best if I got up. "Do you feel any better today?" "Yeah, a lot of the marks seem to have healed up," I answered. "One more application of the healing cream should be enough." "Just let me know when you want it on," Zmaj said with a sexy gleam in his bright blue eyes. Huh, I could have sworn that last night his eyes were green. Maybe it was just my imagination. I grabbed a towel and pulled it around my waist. I felt a lot more comfortable around Zmaj now. However, I was still a little nervous about how hot he got me. I went into the bathroom and showered. By the time I got out Zmaj was out of bed and half dressed. Seeing his rippling abs as he stretched made me want to push him down and take him into me. He looked at me and asked, "Are you sure you're ok? You seem a little flushed again." "It's nothing, nothing at all," I tried to assure him. "What is going on today?" "Today the warriors have a free day," his voice sexy, calm, and even. "Most of them will be....staying in their rooms. I can take you around again and show you everything again if you want." "Yeah, I would like that," I trilled. And then I blushed, of course. He chuckled and brought me over to the huge walk-in closet. "The warriors and their roommates don't have to wear the 'standard prison garb.' This is your side of the closet. It's already fully stocked, but if you ever want anything different, just go down to the clerk's office and ask for it," Zmaj told me. "Ok, thanks," I was almost floating on air. He was standing right behind me and the smell of the ocean seemed to be coming from him. I reached into the closet and pulled out a bluish-green shirt. It was made of some kind of shimmery material. It clung to my body in all of the right places. Then, I grabbed a pair of black pants that seemed to be made out of the same material. By this time Zmaj had moved to the other side of the closet and picked out a black silk shirt and ice blue pants. "Are all of the clothes this dressy?" I asked. "For normal prisoners, no, however," he explained, "the administration wants the warriors to look their best for prospective clients. They don't want us to seem like a bunch of murderous sons-of-bitches. They want us to appear as professional as possible." "Oh, I see," that was actually rather sensible. The administration here thought of everything. After we were dressed, we went to the warrior's dining room. Even though every room had its own kitchen, most of the warriors liked the camaraderie felt in the dining room, or so Zmaj told me. "Hey, you, yeah you, the fuck-able looking guy in the bluish-green shirt," a voice called out to me. I looked around to see who it was and saw Mar waving us over. "How are you doing today, cutie?" "How many different names are you going to give the same person?" Tamac asked as he sat down next to Mar with a plate full of food. "So how was your night, Te? Did you sleep alright?" "Yeah, I slept like a log," I laughed as I saw their confused expressions. "On Earth, it's an expression that means 'to sleep really well.'" "I will go and get us some food," Zmaj said as he walked towards a table piled high with tons of different foods. To feed all of these huge men, there might actually have been over a ton of food on the table. "So," Mar said lowering his voice, "what do you think of Zmaj." I blushed, "I don't know. I have never moved this fast with anyone ever before. I really don't want to repeat past mistakes." "Well, I don't think that he will rush you," Mar told me. "Zmaj has more self-control than anyone I have ever seen before." "I-is it r-required that I sleep with him in order to stay in this part of the prison?" This was the question that had been burning in my heart since this morning. They both looked at me like they were confused before looking at each other. It seemed like something passed between them as both of their expressions saddened ever so slightly. It was Tamac that answered, "No, little one, you do not have to. It's something that you should want to do. Don't feel pressured." I smiled and then the conversation dropped as Zmaj came back to the table. "Oh, my gosh!!!! The food here is amazing," I then blushed when I realized that I said the words out loud. With laughter surrounding me, Zmaj said, "They want to keep us happy, so we don't go berserk." After we finished eating, Zmaj and I said goodbye to Mar and Tamac, who were going back to their room. "Would you like to go on your repeat tour now?" Zmaj asked. "Sure, why not," I answered as I followed him. "Are we taking a different route to the things today?" "Yeah, Mar explained to me the way that you guys took yesterday. I figured it would be best for you to know different ways of getting around here without using the computer GPS." I nodded that I understood what he had just said. As we were walking past the basketball court, I noticed a smell. It was the homey, glorious smell of a pool! It was a slightly cleaner smell, but I would know the smell of water anywhere. Many people say that there isn't a smell, but there is. There is and I smelled it right now! I dashed past Zmaj and towards the smell. I ran down one corridor, through a door, down another corridor, through another door, and stopped dead in my tracks. Oh my goodness, I thought to myself. Yup I think that that explains it pretty well. My other side said, Before me was the most amazing pool ever. I can't even really call it a pool. It was bigger and deeper than a pond, but slightly smaller than a lake. It was at least two football fields long and over 20 feet deep, as I couldn't see the bottom. The water was a gorgeous blue color. I couldn't smell any chlorine like the pools on Earth had in them, this water smelled cleaner. The room itself was amazing. It was like a little tropical paradise. The "pool" was surrounded by tons of tropical trees. The room itself was four floors tall. You could stand on each level and look down into the pool as they were open. Heck, you could have dived from one of the upper floors if you wanted to. "Oh, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see this," Zmaj started out. "I will have it removed if you wish..." "Why, would you want to have this place removed? It is absolutely gorgeous," I called out as I ran towards the water. "The water is so clear." As I ran I took off my clothes, so that by the time I got to the water I was wearing just my boxers. I made a small splash as I jumped into the massive pool. "You, you are not afraid of the water?" Zmaj asked with the most confused expression I have ever seen on anyone's face. "What? No, I am not afraid of water. I love the water. I have ever since I can remember," I stated. "I remember that, as a child, I almost drowned once, but that just drove me to learn how to swim better." That was weird. I wonder why he thought I was afraid of the water. The next thing that I knew Zmaj was in the water next to me and pulled my mouth to his for a kiss. I melted from his touch. His hands fisted in my hair as he crushed my face to his in one of the most passionate kisses that I have ever experienced. His tongue delved into the depths of my mouth as I tried to memorize his chest. I have never moved this fast with anyone ever before; but it just felt so right with Zmaj. Zmaj released my face and I struggled to catch the oxygen that I hadn't realized I was lacking. However, he pulled my body flush against his and I felt his massive cock against my thigh. My own hard flesh was rubbing against his in a most welcome way. The water that surrounded us just added to my arousal and sense of rightness. Zmaj pulled my boxers off my hips and proceeded to pull down his. I shuddered as he pressed our cocks together and started pumping them. It was up to him to keep us on top of the water so that we could breath. His magnificent hand started going faster and faster as I came closer and closer to a massive orgasm. His other hand snaked around to behind me and stuck a finger in me. He continued to stroke our cocks as another finger entered my body and he started searching around for my hidden jewel. The second he found my hot spot, I erupted. The added stimulation of me thrusting my hips harder sent him over the edge and he came. It was so hot to watch him come that I used his shoulders to give myself leverage and pulled myself up to kiss him. His surprised expression turned into one of passion as I continued to explore his mouth with my tongue. My head started spinning so I pulled my head back. "Woah!" I yelled. Zmaj eyes were the exact same as Draco's had been that night; emerald green. "W-who are y-you?" I asked my voice cracking with emotion. "I cannot tell you for the time being, my love," was Zmaj's reply. I pushed away from him and swam towards the edge. All of the sudden Zmaj's arms were around me. "Please, love, I wish I could explain, but I can't," Zmaj's eyes were filled with emotions; emotions that I didn't give a crap about right now. "I don't care," my tears were running over even as I spoke. "I just know that I don't need to be hurt again so soon after what I just went through. That started with lies and look at where it got me. You don't have to explain. I honestly don't care about anything at this moment." Using the shock that my statement made, I made my escape. I grabbed my clothes as I ran past them and threw them on. I ran and ran and ran. Normally after I got done running I found myself at a body of water, however, I now found myself at the skating rink. Oh, what the hell, I thought to myself, I'm willing to do anything right now to calm myself down. I grabbed a pair of skates off the wall and put them on. Then I skated. I did every single trick that I could possibly think of: Salchow, Double Axel, Waltz jump, and more twists and jumps than I even care to name. When I finally felt a little bit better I skated to a stop in the middle of the ice. Clap, clap, clap. "Very nice, I give it a 9.5," a sickenly familiar voice said. I spun around and my heart sank. "What do you want, Cobra?" I attempted to keep my voice steady. "I'm not really in the mood to talk right now." He just sneered back at me, "I just came to see how my new fuck toy was doing today." He started laughing at my pissed off expression. I spun around and took off in the opposite direction. Even though I was fast on the ice, Cobra ran around the ice rink and was only a few steps behind me as I got off the ice and into the area surrounding the rink. I was unsteady for the first half a second after getting off of the ice and that was all that it took for Cobra to catch up to me. His hands went to my hair to pull me back to him. If I make it out of this alive, I thought to myself, I'm going to cut my hair. His lips were upon mine in seconds. His acidic taste and texture were such a contrast from the sweet taste of Zmaj that I started choking. I bit his tongue as he tried to shove it in. This brought his right fist into the left side of my face and his right fist into my ribs. I held in my scream of pain as I heard some of my ribs cracking again. Please don't break, please don't break, I begged my ribs. "I know that he threw you of his room just now," Cobra said referencing to Zmaj, I'm guessing. "I knew that a commander such as himself wouldn't want a weakling like you in bed. He would break you easily. However, I think that I will sample that fine little ass of yours again." Cobra's eyes were clouded with lust. Then he hit me again and I doubled over. I took the chance to loosen the strings on my skates. As he went on with his little speech I toed them off so that they would slip off at a moment's notice. As he was reaching for something in his back pocket, I brought one of my skates up into his groin as hard as I could. I knew it was a low move, but I felt I had the right, given the circumstances. Both of his hands went to his crotch, giving me enough time to slip away with no skates on. I ran as fast and hard as I could, taking different turns and doors as I attempted to lose the pounding of feet behind me. I knew that if I didn't lose him soon he was going to catch me, and the end result of that wasn't going to be pretty. All of the sudden I smelled water again. I went towards the comforting smell hoping to find my way back to Mar's room. I came to a wide open area and realized that I was on the second floor of the pool room. I turned around and saw that Cobra was closing in on me. I swallowed my fear of heights and jumped. I really hope that my earlier observation of the pool's depth is right, I thought. Midair, perfect time to start considering that, my other side shot back. I splashed into the pool and heard a second splash a few seconds later. Can cobras swim? I asked myself. If you don't know, how in the hell am I supposed to know? Just swim as hard as you can. my other side answered. A third splash sounded and I spun around in the water to see if Cobra had gotten one of his friends to help him. What I was not expecting to see was Cobra swimming away from me. Nor was I prepared to see a huge dorsal fin sticking out of the water following him. Cobra had been close enough to the edge of the pool, when he was being chased by the fin, to get out. The fin paused, making sure that the snake wouldn't be back again soon, and swam towards me. I started panicking. Worst thing to do, I know. But still, what would you do if a giant fin was swimming towards you. I was in the middle of the pool so there was no way that I would have been able to get away. I just waited to be eaten by this giant fin, or more specifically, the shark that it was probably attached to. As it got closer I could see that yes, it was a shark. However, there was something odd about it. I mean it looked exactly like every other Great White Shark had on TV, but the eyes. The eyes were odd. They look oddly, Zmaj-ish. The color wasn't the same now, it now being a dark, almost black blue. But the look that it felt the shark was giving me. It was exactly like how Zmaj looked at me after Cobra attacked me the first time. The shark swam up to me and stopped about ten feet away. All of the fear that I had previously felt was instead replaced with curiosity. I swam towards the shark a little, it didn't move. So I swam towards it a little more, and it didn't move again. I swam so close to it that I could literally put out my hand and touch it. That is exactly what I did too. I reached out one of my hands and touched its skin. It didn't feel like how I thought a shark's skin would feel like. I was expecting a sandpaper-like texture, but that's what you get for watching Discovery Channel I guess. It almost felt like a dolphin, you know, smooth to the touch and kind of makes you just want to cuddle with it. It leaned into my touch, fascinating me even more. I brought both of my hands to its body and started touching everything I could get my hands on. I worked my way down the shark's body towards its tail. My foot brushed against something underneath the shark's body and the shark went stiff. I should have paid more attention to where my foot brushed the shark but oh well. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," I said. I think I might be going crazy. Here I am talking to a shark like it can understand me. To my amazement, the shark stayed right where it was. So I continued my exploration of its body. I got down to the tail and was enraptured by it. I ran my fingers up towards the tip of the tail and rubbed the notch that was just below it. My shark seemed to like it because it moved even closer to me. I was fascinated by the small notch. It was a different color from the rest of the shark. It was a shining green color. It was smooth and felt as soft as silk so I just kept rubbing all around the area and was about to continue my explorations when the shark splashed me. I closed my eyes to avoid the water getting in my eyes and when I opened them I gasped. In front of my now open eyes, was Zmaj, breathing heavily. "Zmaj, are you ok? You look like you just ran a marathon," what the fuck. Those words just came out of my mouth but I hadn't meant to say them! "Very funny, Te. The better question would be, what the fuck just happened with Cobra?" His eyes were a bluish black as he asked me. I got pissed. "Oh, I don't know, I think that he said something about, now that I was unclaimed I was free game, so yeah." I turned away from him when I felt his arms wrap around my shoulders. "You know that I meant, 'How do you know him?' Is it such a hard question to answer?" his voice a low growl as he spun me around to look at me. His eyes were still the same bluish black. I shook my head, "You expect me to answer you, however, I am not worth explaining something to?" Zmaj looked like he was going to say something but then his eyes went off of my face and his mouth snapped shut. "Well, if it isn't my two favorite neighbors," came a sing-song voice. "Do you need something, Mar?" Zmaj snapped. The look that he gave Mar over my shoulder was enough to tell anyone, 'you should drop dead right now.' "I was wondering if Te would like to come over to my room and watch a movie," Mar's answer was short, sweet, to the point, and an escape route. "I would love to!" I shouted out. I untangled myself from Zmaj and swam towards the edge. I found out that no matter how good of a swimmer I was, Zmaj was way better. Arms suddenly encircled my waist again. "Not this time, little one," there was a scary edge to Zmaj's voice. "I'm sorry Mar, but Te and I need to talk." Mar looked from Zmaj to me and back again. He said sorry with his eyes and turned to walk away. Zmaj made me get out of the water and then wrapped a towel around me. He picked me up like I weighed nothing. Damn these freakin' muscle men, thinking they can pick a person up whenever they damn well please! I thought to myself. Zmaj walked at a brisk pace back to his room and brought me into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and then stripped off first his clothes and then mine. I didn't even realize that I was shaking until I had to grab onto him to keep myself upright. Alien Prison Ch. 04 "Come here, my little prince," he said softly as he pulled me into the shower. My head was spinning from everything that had just happened. Forget the whole Cobra incident, for one second. I just came face to face with a shark, which disappeared in a split second. Zmaj was so pissed off at me that he actually almost yelled at Mar to get away. Now he was being so sweet that I wanted to cry. Zmaj's hands running down my body helped to settle me down a little. The water running over my skin helped to relive the tension until the soap was applied. The soap burned in my new and newly reopened cuts. His lips feathered over the wounds and his tongue danced on my skin. He finished washing my body and his. We stepped out of the shower and he dried us off. He then proceeded to pick me up and carry me into the bedroom. Gently laying me down on the bed, he feathered more kisses up my neck to my mouth. His tongue danced at my lips seeking entrance. I moaned as I opened them for him. His tongue darted inside my mouth and willed my tongue into playing with it. He raised his mouth off of my mouth and I sucked air into my burning lungs. He reached across the bed for something and then put something cold on my skin. I shivered as I realized that it was the healing cream. He rubbed some onto the bruise that was beginning to form on my check as well as some of the more nasty reopened wounds. My breaths started becoming erratic as he rubbed some of the cream over my chest. I had a cut that ran just above one nipple and on top of the other from Blake's whip. As he spread the cream over the cuts he couldn't help but touch my nipples. Not that I was about to complain about that. My body shuddered with the pleasure that he was unknowingly giving to me. My body actually moved with his touch. I didn't want him to stop touching me and I hated that. I didn't need another Blake experience. But at the moment, I was too far gone in the pleasure to care. I looked into his eyes and saw the emerald green color that I had grown to love all those years ago. I started to cry as I realized who I hoped was in my arms. I didn't even want to ask because if he said no, I didn't want my heart to be torn out again. "Baby, ask me," Zmaj pulled my chin up so that I had to look at him. "Ask me the question that is on your mind right now. I will answer it truthfully." "Are you.....you wouldn't happen to be.......oh fuck this," I couldn't think of a nice way to ask. "Are you Draco or not?" His face went soft as he answered, "Took you long enough to figure it out, baby." Yup that was as far as he got before my mouth was covering his. He turned and sat down on the bed and pulled me so that I straddled his legs. My hands roamed over his face to his shoulders, rememorizing his body. His tongue was really long. Woah, it's going down my throat! I thought to myself. I began to slide my tongue along the part of his tongue that was in my mouth still. While doing that I began to swallow, effectively massaging his glorious tongue. "Oh, my little prince, you're a bit too good at that," Zmaj said when he finally pulled back. "Why is your tongue so deliciously long?" I asked as I moved forward to take it into my mouth again. He allowed me to suck on his shortened tongue, at least until I tried to pull it into my mouth again. "I don't think that we should start what we can't finish," Zmaj said. "As an answer to your question, the tongue length is common among my species. In my human form I am able to make it like a regular tongue, unless I chose to do otherwise." He said the last line with the sexiest smirk ever. I nearly attacked his mouth with mine again. But I had a question that I needed answered. "Why can't we finish something that I really want to start?" If I wasn't so horny from that damn tongue I wouldn't have been too concerned. But how dare he get me all riled up and then not help me blow off steam. "Because, when we connect again," he said, moving his thigh so that it was touching my cock, "I want you in my bed, in my room, in my house. Also, your body is not healthy enough for it. You are still wounded in many different areas and I will not risk your welfare simply for my benefit." "Ohh," I moaned out as I had started to rub my cock against his thigh. How can he turn me on so badly and leave me hanging? Well, I'll just have to fix that, now won't I? I thought to myself. I slid down his body and opened his pants. He sighed with relief as his huge cock escaped its prison and almost hit me in the face. I was pretty sure that if my mouth hadn't been watering yet, it would have been now. It had grown a little since the last time I saw it. It was now nearly nine and a half inches long and a little thicker than four years ago. A small moan escaped me as I leaned forward to take it into my mouth. "Don't force yourse--" Zmaj was cut off mid-sentence by my mouth enveloping the head of his gorgeous cock. "Mmmm, yes, just like that, baby. Damn, you are good at that." I shot my eyes up to his face and watched the play of emotions there. I could see that he was trying to maintain control. He had his eyes shut and pleasure seemed to be seeping out of every pore in his body. I actually began to feel like I was absorbing his pleasure, because as I brought him higher and higher through the clouds of oblivion that was orgasm, I got closer and closer as well. My cock was so hard that it was hurting and leaking a constant stream of pre-come. "Mmmm, I think that I can help you with that," Zmaj said with a lust streaked voice. I looked back up to his face, not realizing that my eyes had drifted down his amazing body. My eyes locked on his eyes. Oh my god, his eyes have slits in them. Mmmm, that is sexy. My internal conversation was brought to an end as he picked me up and spun me so that my cock was right above his mouth. I had worked so that I had most of him in my mouth and into my throat, but there still seemed to be at least three inches left. I worked that left over part with my hands as I made love to his monster with my mouth. Just as I was about to try and take more of him into my mouth, he suddenly engulfed my cock to the base. I screamed and thrust my hips forward. I don't know what I hoped to accomplish as my entire cock was already in his mouth. I felt Zmaj's body tensing up and knew that he was about to come. I sucked harder on his cock and ran my tongue through the slit on top coxing his nectar out. He worked a finger into my hungry hole and found my prostate. My body felt as though electric shocks were rolling through my body as I started coming. Just as suddenly my mouth started being filled by Zmaj's come. It tasted really salty but I loved it, like that's how it supposed to be. After we were both done coming, Zmaj spun me around again and I put my head on his chest. "I want you to always have an escort from now on, okay," Zmaj started, "I don't care who it is, but preferably me, Tamac, or Mar. I don't want you to be attacked again." As he said the last line he ran his fingers lightly over the bruise on my face. "Ok, I will," I assured him. "I'm not too crazy about the idea of running into Cobra anytime soon." "He will regret the day that he was born, I assure you, my little prince," Zmaj said pulling my body closer to him. We feel asleep with me on top of his chest. When I awoke the next morning I saw a note on the floor by the door from Zmaj. 'Get dressed and go to the dining hall. I was called away this morning on some emergency business. You will meet Mar in the dining hall. Zmaj.' Huh, that's weird, why would he not wake me up? I wondered. My hungry stomach made itself known as it growled loudly. I padded to the closet and threw on a silky light green shirt and black silk pants. Then I headed to the dining hall. When I was halfway to the hall, arms came out of nowhere to suddenly wrap around my mouth and waist and pull me into a dark room. A gag was put on me and my hands and feet were tied. Then the light was flicked on. "Long time no see, slut," my blood ran cold as I saw Blake's face. "I know that you are probably wondering what I could be doing in a place like this. Well, I heard from a certain little snake friend that you were still alive and being a slut. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THAT YOU CAN JUST FIND SOMEONE ELSE?!?!?!?!?!? YOU ARE MINE!!!!" He screamed the last couple of sentences at me. I was scared out of my mind but at the same time, pissed off. Who does this piece of shit think that he is? Trying to kill me and then saying that I'm his! My other side answered, Well, he IS holding an assault rifle. Just to throw that out there. I looked into Blake's eyes and saw that they were in full snake mode now. Shit! If Zmaj doesn't come save me soon, I'm screwed. I just hope figuratively. "It was easier than I thought," Blake started saying, "I just sent a faulty SOS to your..... your fuck buddy." He spat the last words out. "Then I sent a piece of paper into your room under the doorway. That guy was smart enough to lock the door. I'm sure that pretty soon he'll be wondering where his tight little ass toy is and come crashing in to save the day. However, you and I will be long gone to our 'honeymoon.'" Fuck....My....Life. I wiggled my neck and head indicating that I wanted to speak. By some miracle, Blake understood and actually untied the gag. "You try and scream out; I will cut that pretty little throat of yours. Understand," Blake asked. "I really don't want to cut it but I will if I have to. I mean after all it does bring me a little pleasure, once in a while." He leaned towards me and licked my throat. I was so repulsed that I shivered with disgust. Blake thought that it was a shiver of excitement and took it as his 'go ahead and fuck me' sign. He pressed his growing cock against my body and started to play with my nipples. I tried to tell him to get off of me, but the gag that was still in my mouth prevented that. I started screaming out in my mind asking Zmaj/Draco to come and save me. Blake then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to where my ankles were tied. Then he flipped me over. I felt something cold touch my hole and almost threw up. I tried to use my back to push him off of me, but once again, Blake took that as encouragement. "I knew that no one could satisfy you like me," Blake said. "Your body likes it rough, doesn't it? Yes, you're just a little slut." His hand came down with a stinging slap on my ass. He kept this up until he reopened some of the cuts. He then brought his bloody hand up to his mouth and licked it. This act added to my fear and repulsion. I was getting extremely scared by this point. There was no way that I was going to be able to get him off of me without someone else's help. "I think that before we leave, I could give your fuck buddy a few pointers in fucking. I will plow his ass and then leave him there remembering how awesome I was," Blake said as he stuck two fingers up my hole unlubed making me scream into the gag. "But I'm sure that your ass is way tighter than his is, so don't be jealous." I wasn't quite sure what he had said after he threatened Zmaj. My mind went white, literally white. The room started to feel like a comfortable temperature, whereas before it was freezing. I heard some banging going on outside the door, but I didn't care. This fucking bastard here just threatened my mate, MY MATE! I want him DEAD! I shouted in my mind and there was silence. I felt at peace and enraged. "What the fuck slut, what ar—" that was as far as Blake got before a few giant ice sickles made contact with the wall behind Blake. Seeing as the fact that Blake didn't move, they went through him. The door burst open. Zmaj was the first one through and I caught his eyes instantly. "Oh, oh my gosh, b-beautiful," Zmaj stammered. I have never heard Zmaj stammer. He walked over to me, threw a blanket over me and picked me up. That's when I saw Tamac and Mar both breathing heavy. "Holy fuck on the moon," Mar shouted. "Your hair is totally cool, Te!!!! It's like a bluish white color. And FUCK it's freezing in here!" "What are you talking about Mar?" I asked after my gag was taken out. Tamac cut the ropes that held my hands and feet captive and let the blood rush back into them. "And where are we going?" "We are going to the sick bay," Zmaj stated. I looked up at him and my heart plummeted. His eyes were pitch black. "I-I'm sorry, I thought that the note was from you. Even though you told me the other night to not go out by myself. Please don't be mad at me," I pleaded. I couldn't handle what just happened if he was mad at me. I hadn't realized that I had started shaking until Zmaj held me closer to his chest and I was practically bouncing off it. "Little one, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at myself for not being able to protect you. I made sure that the door was locked but I forgot to tell you to stay in the room," Zmaj's face softened as he said this. We arrived at sick bay a few second later with Mar and Tamac on our heels. "Um, so what did Mar mean when he said that I have bluish white hair?" my curiosity got the better of me. "He meant this," Tamac said as he held up a mirror. I gasped this reflection was not me, at least, not until I got to my eyes. My skin was paler than usual and my hair truly was a bluish white color. My eyes though, were the same dark brown that they always were. I was about to ask Zmaj what the fuck happened to me when the doctor came in. By the time Tamac, Mar, Zmaj, and I got back to Zmaj's room my hair had somehow gone back to normal, well, mostly normal. The light brown highlights were now bluish white highlights. My skin was also back to its normal color also. "Why the fuck did I look like a freak?" I shouted. Mar, Tamac, and Zmaj all exchanged glances. I started to get mad, they ALL knew and weren't telling!! "Beautiful, please calm down," Zmaj said as he brought me into his arms and sat down on the loveseat. "Just so you know you looked gorgeous. Now that Blake is dead, I can tell you about what's going on. The truth is, love, is that I am not really a mass murdering killer, neither is Mar or Tamac." "Okay," I stated, wondering where this was going. "What are you guys then?" "I'm a bodyguard to the royal family of Shiar'cata," Tamac answer. I nodded my head that I understood. "More specifically I am never supposed to leave the crown prince's side." "And I am the royal bodyguard for the second prince of Reitō No Wakusei," Mar stated before I could even ask a question. "Okay, so what are you doing here, Tamac," I asked. "Why aren't you with the royal prince of Shiar'cata?" Tamac exchanged a look with Zmaj, "But I am with the royal prince," he answered. "I am not Zmaj or Draco, as I previously told you, I am actually Drak, First Prince of Shiar'cata," Zmaj, no Draco, no Drak, (I give up) answered. "Okay, so....I gots a couple questions for ya'll," I said no longer caring about my grammar, "How do I fit into all of this? Why is Mar here? And what the FUCK am I?!?!" "Mar, is my soul mate," Tamac answered simply. Okay, I can understand that, I reasoned to myself. "And you, Terry, are MY soul mate," Drak answered. "Also....." he added casting a glance at Mar, "Mar is here protecting the second prince of Reitō No Wakusei, who was recently attacked." "Oh my gosh, is he okay?" I was suddenly worried for this important person. "Well, that depends, are you feeling okay?" Mar asked with a glimmer in his eyes. "Yeah, but I don't follow what you're saying," I was beyond confused. Drak spoke up, "Te, you, my beautiful prince, are the second prince of Reitō No Wakusei. You are an ice prince." I felt Drak hold me up as I fainted. There is only so much a person can take in one day. **** Once again thank you for taking the time to read my story. I thank everyone who has taken the time to give me feedback on my stories, and I hope that it continues, Thank you :) CassieJo Alien Prison Ch. 05 I want to thank everyone who has voted and commented on my stories thus far. Please continue to do so. Also, as an opening reminder I want to remind all readers that Draco from the second story is the same person as Zmaj from the third and fourth story. And at the end of the fourth story it was found that Draco/Zmaj's real name was Drak. I apologize if I make any mistake in the usage of names. However, if I say one of them, you will know who I mean. :) P.S. Once again I didn't have an editor. Sorry!!!! CassieJo ~~~ As I came out of my blanket of unconsciousness, I tried to figure out where I was. Okay, judging by how the bed is moving, I would say that the room is moving, I reasoned to myself. Brilliant observation genius. Are you going to figure out next that you are on a space ship, in space perhaps, or maybe you will figure out that your freaking life just got turned on its head, came the sarcastic response. I didn't want to open my eyes yet. To open my eyes meant to face what had just happened, however long ago, and I wasn't ready yet. I felt the cool comfort of silk wrapped around most of my body. I seemed to be partially lying on top of a rock. No, make that a warm, breathing, hard as a rock body. I cuddled closer to this source of warmth that had been foolish enough to get caught in my trap. Good luck getting out of this bed before me, I thought at the figure I was trying to meld with. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I got a response that wasn't my other side. "Well thank you for wishing me good luck. However, I don't think that I am willing to try at this moment. Please try again later," came a deep sexy voice in my head. It was enough to send a shiver down my spine and make me open my eyes. When I opened my eyes I was staring at the hard smooth body that I had grown to love. I brought up a finger to stroke the lines. I leisurely brought my eyes up the perfect body before me so that I was looking into two beautiful oceans. "Well, hello there. I must say that I could get used to having an extra 'comforter' in my bed," the deep angelic voice said. "Well, I must say that I like waking up on top of a rock," I answered. My eyes ran down, up and back down his body, stopping at his crotch when it started twitching. "My rocks," I added, "all of them." Even as I said this I started sliding down his body. I hooked my fingers inside the waist of his night pants and started to pull them down. Drak kindly lifted up his hips as he figured out what I wanted to do. Once I got his pants off I took a moment to stare at my prize. I watched as it twitched and filled with blood. MINE, I practically screamed in my mind. My mind fogged over as the realization of the truthfulness of that statement hit me. I could almost feel my eyes glaze over as the lust that was a small drop of water in me a few minutes ago, grew into an ocean that threatened to burst every cell in my body. I lowered my head onto his massive cock and gave it an appreciative lick. I felt Drak's body shudder underneath me as I engulfed the head of his cock and ran my tongue through the slit. I shuddered as I tasted his sweet nectar flow into my wanting mouth. I sucked harder trying to get more of the salty but sweet fluid. I decided to try and work the fluid up from the bottom of his shaft. I traced my tongue down a vein in the shaft all the way to the base of his beautiful cock. Moving even lower, my tongue ran across the soft skin of his sac. I ran my tongue over both of the orbs inside and then took one at a time into my mouth. I sucked ever so gently on each, just enough to make Drak want more, but too little to actually relieve the burning itch that I hoped I was creating deep inside him. Then I moved to the base of his shaft. I lightly ran my tongue around the bottom of it before licking my way to the top. Once I reached the top I ran my tongue through the slit again and licked back down. I continued doing this until my own need was burning like an inferno inside me. I must make him come! was one of the few coherent thoughts that ran through my mind. I brought my mouth back over the crown of his hard flesh and started to lower my head. I felt him shiver with excitement, which only added to the fire that was glowing inside me. I relaxed and took him into my throat as I worked my face closer and closer to his body. I wanted my nose to be buried in the hairs that framed the work of art in my mouth. I pulled back and stroked him a few times admiring the hard, hot, and throbbing flesh in my hand. Then I brought my mouth back to his cock and glanced back up at his face. I then began my downward journey. "What are you doi--?!" The rest of Drak's sentence was cut off with a moan. His hands came up to the sides of my head as I started moving up and down on his cock. Taking it into my throat each time I went down on it. I inhaled his musky scent as my pre-come started leaking more copiously from my engorged cock. I hummed, or at least tried to hum with his thick cock in my throat. This evoked a moan and a thrust from my sweet mate. I felt the fog in my mind grow thicker as I thought of this glorious male being mine. I brought my hand up to play with his sac by rolling the orbs around, all the while bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I took breaths every time I reached the top of his cock, before plunging back down. I had started moaning as making Drak feel good felt amazing for me. I felt Drak's body tense up and knew that he was about to come. I was determined to both taste my lover and swallow all he had to offer. I just couldn't decide what I wanted to do first. Drak made the decision easy. He started coming as I was near the top of his cock. I tasted his come, savoring the flavor before quickly swallowing as more come flooded my mouth. I worked him back into my throat as he was nearing the end and milked him by continuously swallowing. In my daze to bring him pleasure and while he was coming I had started coming. I realized once I was coming out of the fog of my pleasure and orgasm that I had been rubbing against his leg, getting it very wet in the process. My body was pulled up Drak's body before his lips met mine. Even though we had both just come, the kiss was no less passionate or needy. I think that I could just lie in bed and kiss this man all day. Once again a deep angelic voice rang out in my head, "Well, as much as I appreciate that idea, I think that we have other things that we need to discuss at the moment." With one final shove of his tongue down my throat, Drak pulled back so that I was looking into emerald eyes. My body was still shuddering from his kiss but I had to know, "How can I hear you in my head?" "I'm not quite sure. I didn't start hearing you until that little son-of-a-bitch was trying to rape you. I think that it was because you finally connected with your powers. In a sense when you accepted your powers you accepted me into your heart and mind. It seems to me that we need to tap into each other's' head in order to hear one another's thoughts. It's probably better that way," Zmaj's eyes had darkened a little while talking about Blake. "Shit!" I yelled out as I remembered what had just happened. "What do you mean that I am an ice prince? Is Mar really my bodyguard? So you are a prince, no I'm sorry, a CROWN prince, and you are my soul mate?" "Yes, love." Drak replied soothingly. "I am the crown prince of Shiar'cata. Tamac is my bodyguard. He and I have been friends since we were children. The same is true with you and Mar." I started shaking. I couldn't remember anything! "Why can't I remember? Why? I don't understand." "I would tell you, love, but I want you to be able to remember on your own love. That way you will be able to know that they are your memories, not someone else's ideas." "Can you at least tell me why I can't remember? I remember everything after my 17th birthday, but very little before. The only thing from before was the drowning incident and my love of water." I pleaded with him, I needed to know. "Okay, my little prince, I will tell you," Drak sighed. "It was just after your 16th birthday that it happened. A group of people from Anapaty Molorak started attacking your planet. I was going to visit you, but when I got to your room I could see that a struggle had taken place. I followed your scent out to the cliff by the palace. There were ten of the bastards surrounding you and beating you. I took off towards you, but you had somehow gotten back on your feet and landed a punch on their leader," Drak said the last part with pride although his eyes were changing color, becoming darker. Drak continued, "Their leader got angry and pushed you back, which sent you over the cliff. I couldn't stop you. I tried but I couldn't. I fought them all off and dove in after you, but you had hit you head on the way down, and couldn't remember much. Your elder brother had you sent away for your protection. I was told to leave you alone. But I was promised that I could check on you after about two years, so that's what I did." As Drak finished up his story I simply stared at the floor. My brother made my mate stay away from me! I could see the floor becoming whiter and whiter as I suddenly felt my body being shaken. "Love, LOVE! Calm down please, my little prince. Tell me what it is that bothers you. You shut off your mind there for a minute," Drak's face was wracked with worry. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were paler and that I was slightly shaking. "I'm sorry, Drak, I was thinking about the fact that someone made you stay away. For years I thought that I had done something wrong that night. When I had woken up, you were gone," my voice cracked as I remembered the terrible heart ache that I had felt the next day. I had felt as though a little piece of me died that morning. I felt arms tighten around me as Drak brought his face onto my shoulder. "My little, little prince. How could I have caused you such misery? I would never have left if I had known it would hurt you so much. Nor if I had known who would set their eyes on you," Drak said as he pulled my body even closer to his. I snuggled closer to his warmth as I calmed myself down. "Why did my older brother tell you to stay away?" "He had said that the Molorakians that had attacked you knew that we were soul mates. It is extremely hard to hide a crown prince. He felt that it would be easier for you alone to go into hiding." Drak continued, "I was only supposed to meet with you that night. However, I couldn't restrain myself when I saw how your skin glistened in both sunlight and moonlight. My inner dragon called out to claim what was and is mine." The glint in Drak's eyes and his possessive voice sent a shiver of desire racing through my body. "Your 'inner dragon?' What is that?" "I forgot that you only remember one of my forms. The royal family of Shiar'cata is very strong. We have the ability to change into any other underwater creature, such as a dolphin, squid, or whale. We have two true forms: our human looking form and our dragon form." "Wait a second," a light bulb finally turned on in my head, "were you the shark in the pool?" Drak's face became dumbfounded before he broke out in a fit of laughter. "You- didn't, haha, realize it, haha, was me?" he somehow managed to get out between laughs. I blushed crimson. "I loved touching your body while you were in that form," I felt my eyes glaze over again as I started remembering the feel of it beneath my fingers. I felt something growing beneath me as I looked up into Drak's eyes to see that they had become emerald green again. His pupils had started to elongate also. I unconsciously started to rub against the growing evidence of attraction beneath me. His pupils went from slowly elongating to becoming exactly like cat eyes. They weren't slitted enough to be like snake eyes. They were more like dragon eyes that I had seen in the ancient art back on Earth "Ah yes, I should probably tell you why I changed so quickly after you started doing that," Drak stated. "My skin in different forms is quite sensitive. At least it is sensitive to your hands on it. I'm not sure why you felt it was necessary to arouse me any further at such a bad time." I blushed a little bit at the fact that I was getting so aroused by simply remembering what had happened. I turned my face up towards his again and brought my lips to his in a burning kiss. I turned around in his lap and started to grind myself into him, to let him know what I wanted, what I needed. He took the hint quite quickly. He flipped us over so that I was underneath him on the bed. "Gonna make you come, beautiful. Gonna make you scream my name," Drak's voice dropped into a deep sexy rumble. He brought his lips to mine in another kiss that ignited the rest of my body. His hands traveled down my neck and stopped at my chest to play with my nipples. I arched my back and moaned into his mouth as the pleasure of his actions assaulted me. I felt completely safe with Drak and wanted him to know it. He pulled back and looked into my eyes with his emerald green ones. He then leaned in and started licking his way down my neck towards my already aching nipples. I shuddered as his hot breath danced teasingly over them. He brought his mouth down over them and started sucking. His head lifted off and he blew cold air over my moist nipple. Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I shivered in his arms as his lips moved to my other nipple. I was so caught up in his actions that I almost didn't notice his hands traveling further down. Almost. That is until one hand started slowly pumping my throbbing cock and the other one snaked around behind me to play with my twitching hole. Drak lifted his head from my chest and gazed down on my body. "A little eager, are we my little prince?" Drak said with a smile in his voice as I had spread my legs wider for him. I was past the point of answering or caring. All that I knew was that I needed him in me, even if it was just his fingers. He put a finger to my lips and I started sucking on it like I wanted to suck on a different part of him. He pulled his finger from my mouth and gently pushed the slick finger inside my aching hole. I moaned deep in my chest the approval I felt towards his actions. I needed this, this closeness. This great love that I felt coming off of Drak was like nothing that I had ever experienced before. "Please Drak, let me pleasure you too," I asked as soon as I was able to put letters and syllables together. "You pleasured me quite well earlier, my little one. Now is the time for your pleasure." Drak's voice was now a constant sexy rumble that reduced me to a shivering mass of bones and flesh. I felt him slide down my body even further and then I almost passed out when my cock was suddenly enclosed in a wet heat. My back arched as I tried to push my cock even further into the heat but a firm hand on my hip held me in place. I looked down to see Drak's eyes locked on my face with my cock in his mouth. His finger that had been lying dormant inside me started to thrust in time with his head bobbing up and down my length. "Ahhhh, Drak, going....I'm going to come. Ahhhhhh FUCK!!!!!!" my back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me. Drak removed his hand from my hip and allowed me to bury my length in his throat, making me come even harder. Drak kept sucking me, leaving his eyes on my face the entire time until I felt something hit my thigh. As my orgasm subsided I looked down and saw that Drak had come as well. I took hold of Drak's hands and pulled him up my body as I laid my head back down with a satisfied smirk on my face. I kissed him one more time before my stomach decided that it needed to be fed. Drak chuckled after my stomach growled and then pulled me up to my feet. I ran into the bathroom before I got dressed to relieve myself. I looked into the mirror and smiled for the first time a while. The bruises that Blake had given me before he tried to blow me up were fading a little but the new ones were just starting. Some of the worst of the whip marks had torn open again and looked nasty. However, Blake was DEAD! A huge weight had lifted from my mind. That constant nagging of who might die because of me had stopped. To top it all off I had found out that I had super-hot soul mate. I walked back into the bedroom and groaned out loud. Drak was stretching. All of the muscles in his body were bulging and rippling. My cock started to stir. I looked into a different corner in the room and tried to concentrate on how hungry I was. "I think that I'm going to need to start wearing a blindfold soon, baby," Drak said with a teasing tone. "Why?" "Because, if you keep walking around naked and aroused all the time, I don't think that we are ever going to get anywhere. We might as well just get room service all the time." Drak's eyes were dancing with laughter but the way his eyes roamed over my body had me wanting to say yes to his statement. I blushed, "Well, I'm not the one looking super sexy and stretching to show off all of my muscles now am I?" "Well, you aren't stretching, however, I do wish to point out the fact that at least I have pants on." Drak couldn't contain his laughter any longer and burst out into a laugh that warmed me to my core. I looked down, turned even redder and dashed to the closet to throw on some clothes. I pulled out some silky dark blue pants and a black silk shirt. Both of which were a little tight but looked flaunted my best assets. I actually look decent, I thought to myself. A low growl in my mind was the only warning that I got before I was tackled to the ground. "Do you have any idea of how good I think you look all of the time? The only reason that you weren't attacked, and gang raped, by a mob of prisoners at IGP1 was because they knew that I had first dibs. You are gorgeous. What's it going to take you to convince you?" Drak's blue eyes searched mine like he was looking for the answer there. "I'm sorry Drak. I'm just not used to thinking of myself as bring attractive. I've been constantly told how unattractive I am since Blake and I had started going out," I confessed. "Then, I was beaten and marked so badly that I didn't think that anyone even slightly good looking would ever look my way again." "Now, I have the hottest man that I have ever seen in front of me. Not only that, but he tells me that he is my soul mate and I get to spend the rest of my life with him," my voice started crack with my emotions. "Oh, and let's not forget that all of this has happened in less than a week!" Drak looked at me as I tried to calm my breathing. The he pulled me into his embrace. "Oh, my little prince, I'm sorry. I realize that this is hard for you to accept and you have done such a good job already. I just got a little angry that you were putting yourself down so much. Also, I will prove my love and how attracted I am to you when we make love. You will know of my love while you are inside me, but even more often when I am inside you, my beautiful Te." I melted at Drak's words and relaxed my body into his arms. Wait, I get to be inside him? My eyes shot back up to Drak's eyes and he smiled before my stomach cut off any further conversation. "Now, little one, what do you say we go and meet up with Mar and Tamac to go and eat?" My growling stomach was enough of an answer. Drak pulled me to my feet and we stepped out of the bedroom. It seemed to me that Drak's room on IGP1 was the exact same as the one in which I now found myself. The layout was a little different but most of the furniture was similar. Alien Prison Ch. 05 "I like consistency," Drak explained upon seeing my reaction. "Oh, wait, I should add a clause to that, I like consistency everywhere, except in bed." My body burst out in a blush as at that exact moment Tamac and Mar walked into the room. "Ooooooh, I think that we should give them a few more minutes alone," Tamac 'whispered' to Mar, loud enough for both Drak and me to hear. "What! We have to leave? But I love free shows. Don't you want to see Te's cute little ass being plowed by Drak's massive di-." Mar was cut off by Tamac clamping his hand over Mar's mouth. I was sure that my entire body was bright red by that point in time. "Give the kid a chance to absorb everything before you start teasing him why don't you?" Tamac hissed to Mar. Mar pulled Tamac's hand off of his mouth, "Oh, I'll give him a chance to absorb everything, alright. I mean, don't want a drop of come to spill out of his tight little hole. A few minutes should be enough time for his body to absorb the come that is pumped into his body." "MAR!!!!" Tamac and Drak said simultaneously. My face was burning with embarrassment but I couldn't help myself and started to laugh hysterically. I mean really, the looks on their faces was priceless. Mar was looking satisfied with himself for having said it but he was trying to pretend to be confused as to why Drak and Tamac had yelled at him. Tamac, on the other hand did not appear to be so amused. His face was slightly red from listening to everything that Mar said. His face was contorted between embarrassment and anger at what Mar had just said. Drak was another story altogether. At first he had been amused, then he was slightly aroused, and finally he was a little angry. Not really with Mar or Tamac, but more so it seemed with himself for becoming aroused. All three of them looked at me as I started crying from laughing too hard. "You should, haha, have seen, haha, the looks on your, haha, faces." I was literally rolling on the floor by this point. All of the looks of confusion melted away and gave birth to looks of amusement. "Okay that's it little boy, you are going down." Mar's eyes glinted as he stalked towards me. I yelped as he suddenly picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Tamac and Drak were laughing as Mar walked with me out of the room. I was still struggling against Mar when the scent of food greeted my senses. My mouth started watering from the smell and I stopped struggling. "Oh, I see that someone likes to be dominated a little bit." Mar said with a sexy edge to his voice. "Shut up, Mar. I find food more appealing than you right now is all." I stuck my tongue out at him. This was a difficult task considering the fact that my face was at his navel because he was still carrying me. "So does that mean that you will be interested in what I have to offer later?" Mar asked while putting me down. "Sorry, Mar, but you aren't really my type." I ducked behind Drak while saying this. "You do realize that there will be a point at which you won't be connected to Drak's side. Right?" Crap, Mar had an evil glint in his eyes. "Um, Mar, what are you planning?" "That's for me to know and for you to find out when I feel like telling you. Which is not right now." Well, darn it. My attention was diverted from Mar by the large number of men, and by the size of the men. Many of them appeared to be from the warriors in IGP1. "Te, these men were also pretending to be criminals." Drak explained. "They were meant to protect me while I was researching a criminal that has been plaguing our solar system with illegal drugs, weapons, and sex trafficking." "Oh, ok," I brushed off his words the second that I spotted the large amount of food on the opposite side of the room. I dashed from Drak's side towards the table. I ducked under arms and between people in my dash for the food. Arms encircled my waist when I had almost reached the table. I tipped my head back to see who was holding me. As I did I noticed a warm smell. It was the warm comforting smell of a small campfire. Once my head was back I could see Mar's face. He had a stupid smirk on his face. He was smirking like he had won. All of a sudden I realized why he was smirking. The men that had been milling around started moving towards the table of food. I was so hungry. "Mar, let him go. He used up a lot of energy when he transformed. It was bad enough that he slept for two days. I don't think that Drak would appreciate his mate being incapacitated even longer." A tall, broad male came up to the side of Mar. His pale red, pretty much pale pink, hair reached his shoulders. His skin was the palest peach color that it could be without being white. "Hello Boe." Mar said, relaxing his grip on me a little but stiffening his posture. "I wasn't expecting to see you here." Mar had a weird look on his face. "Mar, who is this?" I whispered. "Hello, Te'erri. I am Boe Bure. I am chief of guards on Reitō No Wakusei. It is a pleasure to see you again." His face had softened while talking to me. I liked him for some unknown reason, but how he had spoken to Mar was not nice. "Hi, I don't know who Te'erri is. My name is Terry. Or at least that is what I remember it being, so please call me that or Te. I would prefer Te. And please speak better to Mar. He has taken care of me very well." I tried to take on a stern tone of voice. Mar's arms tightened slightly around my waist. Boe smiled a smile that I didn't think a man like him could have smiled. "As you wish Prince Te'er-, Prince Te." I felt myself smile at the fact that he was making an effort. As Boe walked away, Tamac came up to us and looked Mar in the eyes. It seemed like something passed between them before Tamac smiled at me. "Go eat, Te. You must be starving." Almost on cue my stomach growled with a vengeance. Mar let go of my waist and I stumbled towards the table. My mouth started watering again. There was all of my favorite food plus others that I was more than willing to try at this point. I picked up a big plate and proceeded to start at the beginning. First I put sushi, a hamburger, and a salad on my plate. Then I sat my plate down on a side table. I went back to the food table and went towards the desserts. I piled my plate high with monster cookies, big chocolate brownies, and warm chocolate cake topped with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge. I knew that I would be starting with dessert. I went back to where I set my other plate down and picked it up. I looked around for a bit before I saw Mar flagging me down. I broke out in a smile upon seeing his face. For some reason I suddenly got an image in my head of a blond boy with red streaks in his hair. 'Weird.' I thought to myself. 'Oh well, it was probably nothing.' I tried to shrug off the image but it stuck in the back of my mind, especially the sad blue eyes. I went and sat down by Mar, Tamac, and Drak, and pretty much inhaled my food. I was still hungry so I went back for more. "Why am I so freaking hungry?" I managed to ask the three men who were being amused by my appetite. "You were asleep for two days, little one. The transformation took a lot out of you. You needed time to recover. Of course you need food to recover too, but you were unable to eat while you were asleep." Drak explained as he pulled me closer. I almost dropped the warm monster cookie that I was eating. I turned towards Drak, "Couldn't you have given me something intravenously?" "We didn't know if the climate or atmosphere on Earth affected your body in any way that would have prevented that treatment. Plus we don't stick things into veins." Drak told me, "We gave you medical drinks. They gave you enough nutrition to stay alive but they don't satisfy hunger." "Oh, okay," I was smart enough to understand that. I moved to eat the monster cookie that was in my hand when I realized it was gone. Sadly, I realized that it was gone after I had bitten my finger. I looked at my throbbing empty hand. Then a thought struck me and I looked up towards Mar. "What? Is something wrong?" he asked. "Yeah, the facts that I am missing a monster cookie and YOU have chocolate on your face." "Oops," Mar shot up cleaning his face off with his sleeve and ran away from the table. I was out of my seat before he was too far away and ran after him. I barely noticed the group of people in white in the corner watching us. I wasn't too concerned with them at the moment as I watched Mar's back disappear out the doorway. I pushed open the doors that he had just opened when my other side started talking to me. I could see Mar about half the way down the long, wide open, newly waxed hallway. You know what would be a ton of fun? my other side asked. Going skating in the hall. That would actually be a lot of fun, I thought back. I closed my eyes and pretended that the hall floor was covered in ice and that I was just gliding over the surface. I opened my eyes and realized that it was real. I was really gliding on ice and not on a waxed surface. I felt my adrenaline pumping as I felt myself gaining on Mar, who at this point was still trying to get back up after slipping on the ice. I skated up to Mar and gently tipped him over again. I then remembered a movie that I had watched once where someone became stuck in quick sand up to the waist. I was still thinking about how the person couldn't move there lower body at all when I saw that Mar's legs were both trapped in ice. Am I controlling the ice by simply imagining it? I decided to test my theory out on Mar. "Did you eat my cookie, Mar?" When he didn't answer I imagined that the ice was a little higher on his body. "Mar, I'll ask you again. Did you eat my cookie?" He nodded his head ever so slightly. "Are you sorry?" Again, he didn't answer. Once again, the ice rose further. By now it was up to his shoulders. "You get one more chance before you become a cute hallway decoration. Are you sorry for eating my cookie?" "Yes, I guess." By his tone it was obvious that he wasn't but I was laughing too hard to care. I thought of the ice melting and cracking away from his body. Once he was completely free he tackled me to the ground while I was still laughing. "Nothing like overreacting, huh?" Mar asked me with a glint in his eyes. I could only shrug my shoulders as I was still being racked by laughter. Drak and Tamac had come up beside us at some point and were trying to contain their laughter. I turned to look at them and had my breath knocked out of me. The scent of the ocean assaulted my nostrils and I slipped out from underneath Mar and practically flew into Drak's arms. His beautiful blue eyes had sparks of green flowing through them. That just made me want to make them totally green. I had figured out that his blue eyes were his calm and collected eyes. Dark or black eyes were his angry eyes. Finally, Drak's gorgeous emerald green eyes showed when he was horny. I wanted Drak. And I wanted him as soon as I could have him. I thought would burst if he didn't get inside of me right away. "Um, we'll catch up with you guys later," Drak told Tamac and Mar. "We are going to go and rest awhile.' "Is that what they are calling it these days?" I heard Mar say to Tamac. Drak pulled me into his arms and rushed to our room. The door swooshed open and closed behind us. He set me down on the bed and I pulled his face to mine. I crushed my lips to his. His fingers worked at the buttons on my shirt as my fingers went toward his belt. I finally got his belt unbuckled by the time that I needed to breath. I looked up into emerald green eyes that set my body on fire even more. I was beginning to have my doubts that Drak was really from a water world with how often it felt like my body was going to burn up. Drak brought his mouth back over mine and thrust his elongated tongue into my wanting mouth. I relaxed my throat and it slid all the way in. I started moaning because as Drak had begun thrusting his tongue into my mouth he sent mental pictures of himself thrusting into a different place on my body. I almost came right then and here. "Nu uh, my little prince. We are going to take this nice and slow." Drak said as he pulled his tongue out of my mouth and finished undressing himself. He told me to stand up and when I did he took my place on the bed. "Now, strip, babe." His voice had dropped into his deep sexy rumble again. He hit a button on a remote that I hadn't even noticed and music started playing. I started swaying my hips to the beat and turned around so that my butt was towards him. I bent low, slowly, towards the ground to untie one of my shoes. I looked at Drak between my legs and saw him lick his lips. I stepped out of my shoes and socks and went to work on my blue silk pants. I slowly unbuttoned them while still swaying my hips. I backed up to Drak so that I was close while still being just out of reach. I ever so slowly slid the clingy material down my curves and to the floor. I turned around just in time to see arms extend towards me and pull me back down on the bed. "I was going to go nice and slow, however, that show just now made that impossible." Drak's voice was now raspy with his lust. Drak moved us into a 69 position with me on top. I liked this way, but I felt it put me in control too much. I liked making him lose his mind and thrust into my mouth with no place for my head to go except further into the bed. I made him flip us over and started taking his manhood deep into my mouth and throat. I took him all the way until my nose was firmly embedded in his groin and then I pulled my head back to start going back down again. While I was doing this, Drak had wetted one finger and pushed it into my entrance and was sucking my cock like a master. Neither one of us lasted long and soon I was tasting Drak's sweet flavor. He swallowed all that I had to give him. He turned around and let me taste myself. Combined our tastes, tasted like candy, kind of like salt water taffy. I laid my head down on Drak's chest and drifted off to sleep. When I opened my eyes I saw a small boy with brown hair that had blond highlights in it and he had dark brown eyes. He was standing across from a larger boy who had blond hair with red highlights and pale blue eyes. I moved closer to them so that I could hear what they were saying. "-come live with me." The smaller boy with brown hair had just said. "You could even work for me if you wanted to.' "I don't think that they would want someone like me working in the castle." The red haired boy said. "What, oh you mean someone who just saved my life. I think that they would be okay with having you work there. Hey, maybe you could be like my personal body guard!!" The brown haired boy became excited as this new idea came to him. "You just don't get it do you, Te? I'm an outcast from Porwtysl, the fire planet. My people and your people are enemies. Fire and ice just don't mix!" the blond one said. "Marshmallow!" the blond one flinched at that name, "Did you know that if fire and ice do mix the reaction is explosive. That doesn't have to be in a bad way. Please. I don't want you to die." The small brown haired one had started to cry. Oh, shit. I thought to myself. I-I think that this is my past with Mar. I woke up with a start. I was alone in bed. Drak had left a note that he was in the gym with Tamac and Mar. Was that dream real? I wondered. Only one way to find out, I decided. I got up, cleaned up, and put some new clothes on before heading out to the gym. I walked inside the gym and spotted Mar running on the treadmill. I went up beside him and made sure he saw me. He looked over and smiled. "How is your run going, Marshmallow?" Mar stumbled on the treadmill and almost fell flat on his face. He had tears in his eyes when he finally got off the treadmill. "You-you remembered!" Mar said as he crushed me in a hug. I was extremely content with the way my life was going. I had re-found a best friend, met my soul mate again, and my abusive ex-boyfriend was dead. Everything was perfect. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flicker of white go around a corner and felt that for a brief second my heart had been whole. Huh, that's weird I thought to myself. My thinking was cut short by Mar pulling me towards the locker room. "I think that you should wait for me to get cleaned up and then we can go and get something to eat." Mar told me as he started to get undressed. "Okay, go shower, you stink." I pinched my nose and pretended that he stunk. For that he hit me on the shoulder and walked towards the shower room. Off in the distance I thought that I heard a hiss. But I just waved it off. I mean, after all, Blake was dead. To be continued........ * Please continue to vote and comment. It makes me very happy to see that people are taking an interest in my story. I usually write faster if I see that people are reading. Lots of Love, CassieJo