Fated to the Alien Chieftain (The Klendathian Cycle #3)

12. Roxanne

Chapter 12

Roxanne

Cosmic Bliss

K rogoth rips the door open. A sudden rush of air hits us as the atmosphere pours into the chamber, causing me to clutch onto him as the physical force almost takes me off my feet. He anchors us to the ground using his powers, while I struggle to breathe amidst the filling vacuum.

Eventually it subsides allowing me to take a deep breath as I try to calm my nerves. “Be brave, Pebbles, we will defeat it,” Krogoth says, squeezing my hand. I nod at him as we rush into the narrow walkway, with its smooth dark metal walls devoid of any features, contrasting with the other areas of this ship.

It’s not long before the sounds of gunshots can be heard behind us, as the others fight desperately to buy more time, bravely sacrificing their lives for this one chance to stop the Void Bringer. I just hope we can make it count. Cautiously, we walk along the tight walkway, until up ahead, the path opens to a large circular room, which is bowled in the center, much like an amphitheater.

Along the ceiling, countless tubes and pipes pulsate and twist together at the epicenter of the roof. My anxious glances sweep the surroundings, my heart quickens, yet there’s nothing, no giant machine, no supercomputer, just the empty smooth dark metal surroundings and cylinders above.

In a blink of an eye, metallic ropes and pipes shoot out towards us with deadly intent. I dash to the side, fearing for my life. But Krogoth stands with his hands outstretched. His eyes glow as he holds them in place before tearing them off with his abilities. They wither and flop as if alive before they melt away into dust.

Thousands of tendrils of every size spring out from above, grasping for us like some ancient god, wanting nothing more than to crush us in its grip like insects. But it can’t break through Krogoth’s defenses as he effortlessly halts and tears them to pieces. My warvisor alerts my senses that the torn metal limbs are breaking away into nanoscopic parts and reforming into new shapes.

“Krogoth, it’s regenerating itself. Send them to the void!” I shout over the noise of snapping whip like strikes of metal. A swirling vortex appears in the epicenter of the twisted metal pipes. They groan and shudder before eventually succumbing to the impossible gravitation forces. Some turn to dust before melting away, but the bulk of the mass is swallowed into the cosmic abyss.

A moment of silence stretches out, but I remain tense, expecting another attack. Krogoth exhales a sigh of relief before descending the steps down to inspect the center of the room. Could that really be the end of it already?

“Defeated so easily?” Krogoth inquires, giving voice to my own concerns.

“Maybe it was some kind of brain machine, not designed to fight?” I offer, hoping it to be true.

I reach out with the powers of Machsin. Oh, no! It’s all around us hungering “Krogoth, get back!” I shout.

But it’s too late.

Impossibly small fragments form together, so infinitely tiny even my warvisor cannot detect them. They build and build almost instantaneously until Krogoth is encased in a crushing, twisted mass of metal ropes.

“ANOMALY!” a garbled tangle of syllables reverberates through the circular room.

I watch in horror as Krogoth cries out in pain, as tiny threads and wires penetrate his flesh, turning his skin an ashen gray color.

“IRREGULARITY!” the non voice vibrates my senses.

My stomach churns, knowing I can’t help the man I love as he is being slowly killed before my eyes. “Krogoth!” I plead, helplessly.

Krogoth’s eyes and hands glow with an intense purple light, as the wires embedded in his skin shudder and jolt, moving backwards, before they stop abruptly, straining intensely, caught between two incredible forces.

“ABNORMALITY!” The voice booms out louder now.

“It’s corrupting me!” Krogoth cries out in agony as the wires dig into him a little further. “Run Pebbles, before it forces me to kill you.”

Tears stream from my eyes at the heartbreaking sight. “I’ll never leave you, Krogoth.” I wipe the tears away, determined to stop this fucking machine. But what can I do? Closing my eyes, I project into Krogoth, sensing his desperate determination to fight, and his fear. There’s another presence within him that feels nothing, it merely hungers, devouring him.

In the other realm of emotions, I can see Krogoth’s purple light being sucked into the blackness. I desperately project emotions into the horrible black mass, and into Krogoth, trying anything I can. But to my despair, nothing works. Is this all I can do? Watch on helplessly?! I stare at my shaking hands. I would give anything to save him!

“ERASE ABERRATION!” The voice echoes out almost triumphantly.

A desperate need consumes me, akin to the bond Krogoth spoke of. I can feel his pain as it twists my heart, drawing a part of me into him. It’s a thing different from Machsin’s powers. This comes from a raw, more primal place, causing my adrenaline to burn through my veins as more and more of me flows into Krogoth.

Exhausted, I fall to my knees, to see Krogoth’s eyes glow almost blindingly bright with a mix of purple and green colors. The wires buried into his flesh melt away, as does the rest of the metal entangling him.

Krogoth raises his hands above him, creating a huge vortex overhead. “This is the only way,” he whispers. This orb glows with strange colors, much different from before. “I’ll see you soon, Pebbles,” he laughs with joy. He throws his arms wide, and suddenly the vortex grows to an incredible size, swallowing me and everything else into the swirling mass of twisting colors.

Everything grows dark.

My vision is blurry, forcing me to blink back moist eyes. The air is chilling, sending a shiver running through me. Where am I now? As my eyes clear, I find myself standing in the midst of space. A surreal sense of vertigo almost overwhelms me as dizziness makes my head spin. How is this possible? I feel unsteady on my feet wondering why I’m not floating, and how I can breathe.

Cautiously tapping my foot, I’m relieved when I touch something hard, something real beneath me. The floor is some transparent material that I’m able to walk along. The vista is gorgeous, taking my breath away as colorful vibrant nebulas, each swirling with hues of purple, blues and greens, mingle and dance together like a cosmic ballet.

Stars of various colors peek through ethereal clouds in another expanse, casting a soft glow in the cosmic darkness. Glowing curtains of radiant colors stretch across the universe as solar winds interact with a mysterious magnetic field, painting the cosmos with bursts of colorful flashes. Goosebumps ripple across my skin as wonder fills every direction I gaze.

That’s until my nose and head rudely bump into a transparent wall. “Ouch, stupid thing!” I curse, rubbing the pain away. Annoyance gives way to curiosity as I run my hands over the wall, feeling the cold, thick material. The shape appears to be a dome or bubble, curving slightly. Who put this here? And how did I get here? So many questions, but when it comes to these visions, very little ever makes sense.

A slap-like sound echoes behind me, abruptly interrupting my thoughts. I pivot to witness the imposing, naked figure of Krogoth standing triumphantly, hands raised as they were in the last moments before his vortex engulfed me. A smile graces my lips as he sways his head from side to side, a look of confusion etched across his face.

“Where are we?” He asks, his eyes lingering on me as a broad smile, revealing his glimmering fangs, brightens his face. “Gods, such beautiful sights.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Tell me about it!” I boldly stare at his ample, dangling manhood. “You do realize you’re completely naked, Krogoth?” I inquire with a smile.

Krogoth glances down at himself. “That explains the chill,” he says, completely unfazed, as if being naked is the most normal thing. I admire his nonchalant confidence as I look at his hyper-masculine physique, reflecting the hues from the swirling colors outside. They highlight his ripping musculature in a most pleasing way that sends tingles dancing along my skin.

“But the sun accuses the moon of being purple,” he says slyly, with his eyes glued to my chest.

Purple... What? I look down to find my own nakedness on full display. “Oh, my God!” I exclaim, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. It’s too bright here. He’ll see my ugly scars! My pulse quickens with mortified panic as I desperately cross my legs and arms, trying to obscure as much of myself as possible.

Krogoth rushes over, as I twist and fall onto the floor in a folded heap, wishing I could somehow disappear. “Stop Pebbles,” he says sadly as he sits beside me, placing a confronting arm around me.

“I don’t want you looking at me, Krogoth,” I say, sniffing. “Not when you can see all these awful scars.” Why did this vision have to be so cruel?

“How can I not look at you?” Krogoth asks, carrying a hint of surprise. “You’re beautiful!” he rubs my back before continuing, “Like ignoring a beautiful sunset, or a star going supernova, or the dance of nebulas in space,” he gestures to his left. “Or the sight of freshly fried zelatos dumplings.” He smiles.

A chuckle escapes my lips, and I sit up, holding my folded legs. “Thanks, Krogoth,” I say, letting out a deep breath. My stomach churns as I fight with the idea of telling him more. “I know you find me attractive, and trust me, I’m very happy you do.” I inhale loudly, determined to go on. “But when I think about these scars, all that comes to mind is that something has been taken from me, a reminder of how terrified I felt, how weak and vulnerable I was. My shame is on full display,” I say, touching the large marks on my cheek.

“You see weakness. I see strength.” Krogoth kisses me gently on my scarred cheek, sending a tingle through me. “You see vulnerability, I see resolve.” His fingers gently trace the massive deep scars left by Xyronath leading from chest to my outer thigh. My breath quickens as his touch ripples across my body. “You see, shame. I see pride.”

Krogoth boldly traces his fingers along the smaller scars around my leg, leading to my inner thighs, causing me to gasp. “They remind me of your bravery and courage. Wear them proudly, my beautiful Pebbles.” His huge fingers lightly trace my inner thighs and brush along my womanhood, sending a throb of pleasure within me.

My pulse quickens as I open my legs, hoping for more of his eager attention. He places gentle, tingly kisses along my neck, as I moan, appreciating every second. My excited surrender encourages him further as he strokes my glistening pussy with ever-increasing pressure. I buck my hips into his hand, pleading for more. He doesn’t disappoint as he presses a firm palm against my mound, where my clit awaits excitedly. “Your little human moans make my cock ache,” he whispers into my ear.

As if to prove his words, his huge, engorged member pushes into my soft breasts. A shocked pant escapes me, remembering how incredibly massive he felt inside me. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as his palm rubs up and down my slick opening. Each stroke sends jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I grasp onto his waist, biting my lip, trying to withstand his pleasurable onslaught.

It’s too much to endure. As my body tenses with building pleasure, he responds with faster and firmer strokes. I teeter on the edge. “Make me come!” I beg my beautiful man. Before my words leave my lips, an explosion of pleasure erupts from within me, cascading from my pussy to quiver within my body. I grip onto Krogoth so tightly with shuddering intense ecstasy, I fear I might hurt him.

“You come so prettily,” He smiles, before kissing me on the head.

“It’s good teamwork,” I laugh euphorically.

I lie panting heavily, enjoying the tingling feeling emanating between my legs and the sense of bliss staring up at the stunning cosmos silently dancing all around us.

“Wait, what if they... The gods are watching us now?” I ask, sitting up, suddenly feeling exposed.

Krogoth laughs. “Let them! We should give them a good performance.” He rises to his feet, with his massive erection throbbing wildly. I lick my lips, looking at his rock-hard cock, an invitation too tempting to resist.

I strain, reaching for his penis, enjoying the low growl he makes as I gently stroke it. My hands look so small next to it, even now trying hard, my two hands together cannot fully wrap around him. I enjoy the softness of his balls, feeling the hefty weight of them. It must be the only soft part about him. As I glance up at his ripping, tense muscles, he resembles a sculpture carved from a mountainside.

My pussy moistens at the thought of him fucking me. How could I ever be so lucky to have someone like Krogoth in my life? Never have I felt so secure and loved. I long for him to take me, making me his, and for me to take every part of him. I place tiny kisses along his pulsating shaft, as I continue to stroke him gently, groans of pleasure escape him, daring me to do more.

Licking the end of his cock, I glance up at him coyly, enjoying the way he throws his head back as I taste his manhood. Circulating my tongue, I explore the unique bumps and ridges his penis has, searching and probing like a sexy assassin for the most sensitive spots to drive him into a frenzy of lust.

“You taste so good Korgy,” I say, giggling between stroking and licking his cock, as it pulsates noticeably in my hand.

“I can’t wait any longer to claim you!” Krogoth says, almost growling. He takes my hand, helping me to my feet, before his powerful hands grab me roughly around my ass, hoisting me above his waist, eliciting a gasp of surprise and my heart to flutter.

My pussy is so incredibly wet with excitement and nervous anticipation, as I wrap my legs around him, feeling his enormous cock greedily press against my slick opening. “Claim me Krogoth, I belong to you.” My words spur him on as he thrusts his manhood inside me. The sudden amazing fullness causes a squeal of pleasure to leave me.

But it’s just a portion of his length, as he repeatedly strokes slowly, pushing a little deeper each time. It’s all I can do to bury my head in his broad chest and clutch tightly around his shoulders, trying to endure his massive cock stretching me to my limit as moans and squeals escape my mouth in equal measure.

“Bonded by the Gods, you are forever mine,” Krogoth grunts out before bucking his hips, putting his entire length deep inside, filling me completely. I feel my body shaking with pleasure and pain as I scream against his chest, burying the sound. I dig my nails into his shoulders, grasping on desperately, but even they feel like they’re pressing into hard stone.

“Bond me Krogoth. Make me yours,” I beg, prompting him to pound my tight womanhood mercilessly. My beautiful tormentor, my gorgeous bliss. He groans and growls as his balls smack pleasurably against my pussy, nosily, filling me with exhilaration that I’ve taken every inch of him inside of me. That he can unleash himself fully, knowing that I can withstand his brutal affections.

Pain gives way to increasing pleasure as my vagina becomes accustomed to his sheer size and rhythm. I stroke his back and plant tender kisses on his chest and arms, between pants and moans of joy. He greedily spreads my ass cheeks wider, wanting more of me, pushing deeper, causing me to gasp.

He aggressively kisses and nibbles with his fangs along my neck and shoulders. I throw my head back at the onslaught, looking into his eyes, that mist bright purple full of raw lust. His intensity takes my breath away. As I hold his gaze, I try to convey all the love and lust I feel for him, his desire, his longing mirrored back at him.

Strange sensations bloom inside my mind, feelings that aren’t my own fill my consciousness. A raging torrent of barely restrained lust and aggression almost overwhelms my senses. Is this Krogoth’s thoughts? How can he control these emotions? I inhale in total amazement as I project more into his mind in a similar way I could with Machsin's powers. I can feel his love, his protectiveness, his arousal, his Rush, his desire to fuck me, his desire to fill me with his seed.

It’s a potent cocktail of powerful emotions that almost makes me cry and laugh simultaneously. Krogoth kisses my lips passionately as he continues to fuck me mercilessly. I open my mouth for him as I’ve opened my legs and heart for him. Our tongues collide and caress each other in a frantic dance of longing and need.

The pleasure builds within me as I feel my pussy become tighter and tighter with each of his long strokes pulsating deep within me. I pant heavily, once again seeking the comfort of his powerful chest to bury my head in, as I feel myself building to a climax we both crave.

Wave after wave of pleasure comes crashing down on me like a tidal wave, as a shuddering spasm shakes my whole body from head to toe. I clutch onto Krogoth, screaming with ecstasy. Enjoying the feeling of his joy and wonder at my orgasm being reflected to me. “Come inside me. I want every drop,” I beg.

Krogoth’s hands grip tighter around my bum as he increases his tempo to a blinding speed. He pants and growls like a wild beast in his haste. Desperately seeking the release he desires, my womanhood is so tight now, squeezing him snuggly, beckoning him to spill his seed.

We both pant heavily, feeling each other’s hot breath on our bodies. Then suddenly Krogoth roars, as he madly fucks me with such intensity that I don’t know if I can endure his massive cock slamming into my swollen lips much longer. But then he shudders and exhales, snarling manically. I gasp, feeling his pleasure through my strange power, the explosion of tension erupting deep within him. His seed fills me while the power of his orgasm reverberates in my mind. It’s a mind-bending experience that leaves me breathless.

“I love you,” Krogoth whispers breathlessly.

“I love you too.”