Prologue

PROLOGUE

SHANA

" O h, oh, oh god, hmmm, oh… yes, yes, yes…" I clench my teeth trying to suppress the urge to scream in pleasure.

Fuck he feels so good. His cock is the biggest I've ever had and those ridges, fuck me they are so…. Incredible.

He slaps my ass and there's a loud smack that echoes off the steel walls of the storage room. I can't focus long enough to be upset. He knows we're supposed to be quiet, but I'm sure he's being carried away in the moment as much as I am.

I'm bent over, partially resting on a crate while he slams his massive alien dick in and out of my pussy. I'm so wet he hits bottom with every forward thrust. My tits bounce, swaying back and forth with the force of our fucking.

His tail curls underneath and he raises it until it's rubbing my tits. All the while he never stops slamming. His stamina is unbelievable. I've already come three times and he has yet to show a sign of slowing down or being close to letting go.

I push back into every forward thrust. The motion makes my tits rub on the scales of his tail. While the sensation blends into all the other ones, I try to pay attention to it. I can't decide if it's good and pleasurable or painful.

No. I like it.

His scales are cool like he is. Zmaj are cold-blooded making them better suited to the scorching sands of Tajss, unlike us poor humans who suffer. The epis they have been farming helps, but there's not enough of it yet.

The scales are also just the right amount of rough. The edges where they overlap one another increase the friction. My nipples drag across them and that's the part that almost hurts. But also feels so, so fucking good.

I bite down another scream as my fourth orgasm takes hold. My pussy clenches onto his cock and he moans in a long, low call that doesn't stop. He says something in his language, then I feel him release.

His sperm fills me up until it's running out and down the inside of my thighs. All of which is only a dim awareness running below the waves of pleasure that rip through me over and over. My toes curl. My back arches. Hell, even my hair is tingling with pleasant sensations. Every nerve in my body is alive and alight with an overload of feeling good.

As it slowly passes in a singular moment of post-coming clarity it hits me what just happened. He slowly pulls out. My knees are weak, breathing ragged, and everything feels jangly, but I push myself upright, turning to face him.

"You didn't..." I say, staring at him with the first glimmers of anger.

"Didn't?" he asks.

His cock is still erect, glistening with the juices of our pleasure, bobbing up and down between us in a distracting way. I refuse to look at it, keeping my eyes on his. It's not easy, though.

"You came inside," I say, narrowing my eyes.

He has the decency to look sheepish. He drops his head, staring at the floor.

"Huhm…" he makes a noise that I don't know how to interpret.

"We talked about this," I say, trying to not fly into a rage.

We're in a storage room where anyone could walk in at any moment. That's been part of the thrill all along. We keep doing it in places we know damn well we could get caught.

Despite the risk, the reality of what has happened is sinking in. Slowly but surely. We ran out of chemical controls a long time ago. I know this better than anyone since I am in charge of supplies after all. The inventory of what we have and even more, what we don't is firmly in my head.

"I…" his eyes dart up to my face then he quickly drops them back to the floor, "uhm, I am sorry?"

"Sorry?!" my voice cracks.

I close my eyes and breathe. I need to handle this. Fast. It might be okay. It doesn't happen every time. A lot of people have to try more than once before… shit.

"Shana…" he says my name and the note of pleading in his voice tugs at my heart.

I open my eyes and he's looking directly at me. His warm, rich brown eyes bore into my emerald greens.

"What?"

"Why not?"

Shock leaves me with no words. I feel my jaw drop. I stare so long my eyes burn and I have to remind myself to blink. I snap my jaw closed, blink again, then push past him to where I dropped my clothing.

Silent, I gather it and begin dressing. The stupid pant legs are all twisted, leaving me hopping on one foot as I try to force my leg into first one, then the other.. I lose my balance and fall. The floor rushes up. I close my eyes, preparing for the impact.

"Got you," Kosh says as his cool arms catch me before I hit.

My heart is pounding for many, many reasons as I look into his gorgeous, warm eyes accented by his easy smile.

The protests and upsets begin to fade, but only for a moment before they flare back into full force because what has happened is bad. Really, really bad.

"Thank you," I say, distracted by his still-hard cock, or possibly his second cock brushing against my ass. "But you're not off the hook that easy."

His smile turns down into a frown, but he nods understanding and sets me back onto my feet.

"I am sorry," he says. "But Shana… you are my treasure. Why do we hide? I do not understand. I would shout your name from the cliffs. Proclaim our love before all of Tajss. I do not because you have asked that I do not, but it makes no sense to me."

I purse my lips. This is an old argument we've had many, many times even if it's couched in new meaning now. It's also one I don't have time to indulge in. I need to go and clean myself out. I cannot risk getting pregnant. There is way too much at stake.

"Kosh," I say, cupping my hand to his cheek, "I've told you this. Now is not the time. Soon, I am sure it will be, but not yet. I have to go. Okay?"

A storm of emotions plays across his face. His mouth opens, moves but no words come, then he snaps it shut. Silent, he shrugs and nods. My heart aches, wanting to help him to understand but, it's too complicated and I don't have the time.

I finish pulling my clothes on and then go to the door. Before I touch the panel to open it, he touches my shoulder. I look back. My chest throbs with a tight aching sensation. He looks heartbroken and it's killing me.

"I am sorry," he says. "It was an accident. I normally have more control."

He shrugs, rustles his wings, and his tail slaps the floor with a rapid thump-thump-thump.

"I know," I say, trying to ease his pain but feeling the marching of time passing.

I swear it feels like I can feel his sperm swimming its way towards my ovaries. There is no more time for this.

"You were just… it was so…" he frowns, looking for words. "Good? Tight?"

"I know Kosh, I have to go, but we're okay."

He nods, still looking like I stole his puppy, but I literally cannot spend more time here comforting him. My uterus feels like a black hole complete with intense gravity pulling his seed in and I have to stop it from laying claim.

I press my hand to the door, and it opens. I give him one last look as I step through and in my haste, I only now realize he still doesn't have his pants on. A moment of panic surges realizing he's standing in the doorway, naked with a rock-hard cock. I quickly look around to see if anyone is around and, of course, two people are walking down the hall towards me.

"Shana, I wanted to talk to you," Dan calls.

My cheeks flush hot. I slam my hand on the door panel to close it, effectively slamming it in Kosh's face.

"What's up?" I ask, feeling breathless and caught.

Dan doesn't react and the maintenance man with him keeps on walking past us.

"See you later," Paul says over his shoulder.

I remember the man's name at the last minute as my thoughts race for the best way to get us away from this door before Kosh comes out.

"Let me know about that water pump," Dan says.

Paul waves a hand in acknowledgment as he continues on his way. My heart is pounding, sure that at any second now Kosh is going to open that door and come striding out, probably with a half-hard cock bulging in the loose pants he and all the other Zmaj wear. I cannot let Dan see that, so I begin walking back the way Dan came from.

He naturally falls in at my side and walks along. The lights overhead flicker off for a count of three. The power supply is getting worse. It shouldn't be doing that, but no one who survived the crash can figure out why it is.

"We need to talk," Dan says, then looks quickly around as if he's worried someone might be listening. "In private."

"Sure," I agree. "There's a storage room around the corner."

I lead us to the room. Once the door closes behind us Dan clenches his eyes shut and rubs his temples. The stress is getting to him. Hell, it's getting to all of us. At least I've got Kosh to take some relief in, but I don't think Dan has anyone.

"They haven't told us everything," Dan says, speaking in a whisper even though we're alone.

"Who hasn't? What do you mean?"

"Shush, keep it down," he says, eyes wide as he makes a patting motion with his hands. "They might hear us."

"Who?" I ask, keeping my voice low, but confused as to what he is going on about.

"Them, the Zmaj," he hisses.

"What do you mean? They've done nothing but help."

"I know," he says. "But they've got a secret that they're not telling us. The Council should know."

"Know? Know what?"

I've known Dan for a long time now, even before the crash we knew each other at least in passing. He's not the kind of guy who gets all out of sorts without a really good reason. His acting this way not only has me concerned, but it's also causing a bubbling sense of fear to well in my guts. He frowns deeply then shakes his head.

"I only caught part of it," he says, looking over his shoulder at the closed door. "But they want to move us. Away from the ship. There is something out there that they are afraid of, and they aren't telling us what it is."

"They told us all about that Order they were from and that there was a compound close by," I say, countering his fear.

"No, it's not them."

"How can you be sure? If you only overheard part of it?"

He takes a deep breath, holds it, then lets it out in a long slow exhale while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Marge talked about it, but then she suddenly shut up," he says. "She said they saw new aliens while they were at the other part of the ship. You saw how hurt Sek'su was when he got back. Apparently, these other aliens did it."

"Oh," I say.

A cool sweat beads over my skin and my stomach churns.

"Why wouldn't they tell us?" I ask.

"I don't know," Dan says. "And that bothers me. A lot."

I need to ask Kosh. He won't lie to me. At least I don't think he will.

"What do you want to do about it?"

"Bring it to Nyanna," he says. "She's with one of them. Maybe she knows, maybe not, but we need to plan."

I nod in agreement. I'm nauseous for more than one reason now. I need to go handle the other problem, but this is a problem too. Why didn't they want us to know? What's the big secret? How much danger are we really in?

"Right, I agree."

"Good," he says. "Let's go."

"Now?" my voice cracks in the most embarrassing, call-attention-to-myself way possible.

Of course, it does. This is the way my luck is running. Dan frowns, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," I say too quickly and too sharply.

Fuck.

I swear I can feel his sperm flying up, rooting around inside of me. Damn it, I do not have time for this.

"Shana, what's wrong?"

"I need to use the bathroom," I say. "Something I ate."

It's a lie, mostly. I didn't eat it, but I sure as hell took it in, a fact that I am not going to make known to him. We're friends but not that close of friends.

"Oh, sure," he says. "I'll wait for you bef?—"

"No!" I cut him off before he's finished. "You should go ahead. Nyanna needs to know. I'll, uh, I'll catch up."

"Okay," he says, staring for too many beatings of my heart.

He's concerned and in any other circumstance, I would appreciate it. Right now, I only want to get away and handle my other problem before it becomes a catastrophe.

"Okay, see you soon," I say, clutching my hands over my stomach trying to sell my lie that that's where the problem is.

"If you need any?—"

The door shuts behind me cutting him off. I race for my room. I have the stuff I will need there to try to handle this. I only hope I'm not too late.