Faced emotions

It was the image of a strange person in the mirror who was looking at me with accusing eyes.

I am Zorack.

Captain of the Spartackus ship, member of the Galactic Confederation. My mission was to search and recognize. There was a hybrid on planet Earth. I was an Edrian. Édrin was one of the last planets in the Federation of United Planets who had survived an invasion by those creatures.

We had retreated in spaceships, seeking refuge for a silent and deadly invader.

It was in the atmosphere we breathed. Édrin was still a monarchy and ruled by Seven houses that formed the Tower of Seven. It was a symbol of order and royalty in my world. I was the next in the ancient lineage to take the lead of my people. My partner had already selected. And it was not what I wanted. At first.

I was a traitor!

I hated the evolution of customs brought about by the need for survival when we narrowly escaped extinction. A pandemic had almost forgotten Edrians. Billions of deaths ... My family had been brutally murdered before my eyes while holding my new brother.

What would I not do to save him?

The boy had an asymptomatic carrier of a virus so deadly and unknown that everyone would walk away. A lethal and fast virus.

I had become a slave in N'Tirlay. Eight terrestrial years as a slave and host to those odious creatures.

-You are a damn wretch! A tremendous motherfucker! - I said to my reflection and closed my eyes.

I could remember every detail.

My mission there, ah, the real mission ... I was smart and despite the suspicions of the science officer everyone believed in the image of a respected man.

That unbearable plague had been born in Édrin.

It also had our genome. She was born to spread a reign of terror. It took me a few years to understand that.

When had everything changed?

What has changed?

The charm and innocence of childhood left a place swallowed by the most basic and vital need of any living being: survival.

I was a survivor in the mines. A slave who had no right. Not even life. It was nothing but property for Ravenack.

It was enough to win the trust of a foundling and lonely girl.

I had seen through Spike the images furious. I must confess that it was always my intention to seduce you. It was my pride of edriano. It was a female who had been targeted and claimed by the invader. Against all the customs of my people, they had decided to keep her distant and safe. I quietly endured shame and humiliation when customs were violated.

She had been taken away.

And I lived like a slave. I learned to know pain and fear. And I became strong and unforgiving. All the means justified my actions to reach a set goal. I wanted revenge.

Nobody suspected.

Not even my brother. In secret, I hated her. It was all her fault. Breeding and hybridization programs! I was also very good at concealing emotions. I knew how to deny what I felt. I think I need to confess that something about her has always attracted me. It was her rebellious way that challenged everyone while being charming with me.

Those green, tempting eyes showed me another self.

Someone better.

Someone who could perhaps be loved.

My only true mission there on that miserable, primitive, hot, and stuffy planet was to capture a traitor who had made the terrible mistake of being born alive to our shame. I was going to hand it over to the invaders. And I didn't care.

I didn't care. All I wanted was a cure for my brother.

-Curse! - I howled and swore low.- I'll do it!

When did that change?

The way her eyes stare at me ...

Angel was not at all convincing about hiding or disguising emotions. Well, the beginning of my doom had been to share her thoughts. She was not at all discreet. Knowing how intoxicated she felt with my manhood ... Watching the girl's satisfaction while I slowly closed my bonds of seduction.

The low-frequency communicator began to emit signals, forcing me to face reality.

I had not prepared myself for those emotions.

It was her scent. Something about her scent was capable of driving me to extremes. Sex was always good, only with her it was ... Shit! The sensation of touching her, being inside her, was heavenly. Only with Klaus had I felt this way before.

After all, who had I managed to deceive? To me? I definitely didn't feel anything for that annoying girl.

Only lust and lust.

-Zorack on listening. - I spoke low and with dismay.

There were some sounds that I would never understand without a decoder. It was beginning to loathe that metallic, organic hiss the device emitted.

- The hybrid must be kept safe. The creatures were removed from the perimeter as requested. Do you have the girl?

I controlled my breathing, keeping my heart rate unchanged.

That would be my undoing. Living a few years as a slave could help a lot. I could fool anyone.

-Very soon. - replied dryly. I continued with disgust: I will deliver it ahead of schedule. Just remove it from the security of the base without anyone being suspicious.

I personally could beat that little devil's beautiful ass if the unfortunate person even dared to think about leaving the base.

I was going to put her on all fours and ... The direction of the thoughts didn't help to maintain my indifference.

-Maybe your brother doesn't have that much time.

I was going to put her on all fours and delight in having her completely.

I had never felt so much pleasure as watching her come while riding me. The surprise of knowing that no one before had touched her so intimately ... Watching Angel wiggle on my dick while touching herself making my most erotic dreams come true ... My fantasies were a pale reminder of her glorious scene mounted on me and touching to satisfy my desires.

-Very soon. - I repeated with a lump in my throat. - You have my word.

To hell I was going to hand the girl over to those creatures.

Deliver Angel to him? The thought alone repulsed me. It just didn't work.

-Don't forget about Eloas. His time ...

The comment was dry and full of meanings that made me abandon Angel's view in that suggestive position. It was hell.

Eloas, my only brother. The pact was very clear. The girl for the life of Eloas. It was enough to give Angel to Ravenack. Problem over. Everything's solved.

And I didn't want to.

Waking up with her in my arms was divine. The feeling of touching her then was ...

I returned to my loneliness. My thoughts were chaotic. Contradictory. I bowed my head cursing a curse.

When?

Exactly when? I hit the wall possessed. I never let my emotions prevail before.

My plans would soon be completed.

There was no ship in the quadrant because I had interrupted communications for the Essassani to pick up any distress call. I pretended very well. I could be an actor on that planet. There was somewhere in a quadrant of space an old cargo ship abandoned by Gargoyles that would have rescued the last survivors of that planet.

Ravenack had been careful in the smallest details. A time loop. Distorting space-time only sometimes had its advantages. There was a clone created by K'Aldriants with the appearance of Angel and who was not Angel at all.

The database records had been carefully altered.

It was enough to hide certain details. Erase the trail of the cargo ship from the trail of the future from history. Without the captain who would lead the rescue, everything was easier. Even in that, Ravenack was thorough. I knew kalael.

The trap was perfect. There were no mistakes.

The clone created by the Confederation in search of a biological weapon against those creatures would have the same bloodlust for their victims. They would never be a weapon in the struggle of the United Planets against the Ravenack empire. Even the bait to lure Kalael into that trap was fantastic. I knew that Kalael had a thing for hot-blooded females.

My orders were to release the clone from its prison.

The creature would take care of the Gargoyles' crew and take control of the ship. So just go back to the Spartackus and go to the past. A human female who could attract Kalael's attention to that ambush was carefully selected. I knew that someone from Urodela would only be reckless because of something so trivial. Love.

I had never intended to return to Édrin, perhaps the Confederate embassy. Perhaps an ambassadorial position ...

Only the damn girl

... It was hell. I had tasted her.

That was a drug that ran through my system and I wanted more. It was never going to be enough. Her smile had the ability to ward off my ghosts. Now that I had experienced the passion of that body, I wanted much more. It was never going to be enough.

With a groan I remembered her disappointment.

I wanted her. The satisfaction of taking her virginity was breathtaking. That should have alerted me to the danger. I hadn't even noticed.

I was too busy to meet needs. Curse. I had probably hurt her. I had been merciless in the thrusts and possessed the girl until I was exhausted. I remained rigid inside her. The small body responded to mine. The fit was heavenly. I had possessed Angel four times that afternoon and the unhappy fascination only left me warm.

I still can't believe the way she reacted under my hands, dissolving with pleasure and instigating me to go further. After she had overcome her shyness, I plunged into paradise.

Hell!

Let me burn!

It was just a small, beautiful body. It wasn't even that pretty. Her hair fell loose in strands that could be held while I lusted my hard member with desire. Remembering her in that position, her butt reared up and on all fours made my dick protest in abandonment. Ah, she had breasts! They were beautiful. Small and fit in my hands. The swollen nipples in my mouth ... That cunt and the ass ...

Come on, Zorack. It was just breasts! Beautiful! That's it! I thought to myself.

She had just asked me if I was in love with her after all!

It was absurd! I had laughed. It was beginning to plummet from the paradise of a long orgasm.

Love?!

It was another terrible disease that affected those natives. A totally crazy idea. Loving that troublemaker? Had I lost all sense? Never!

I had only literally fallen on all fours, enchanted by her charm. What a curse! It made me burn with maddening desire.

It was just a matter of possession. She belonged to me. I could do whatever I wanted. Just it. It was my right to enjoy that provocative body before handing it over to the invader.

-Love? - I had asked ironically. - Since when is it necessary? You turn me on. I like sex. Your body satisfies me.

I had taken the second slap in the face.

I had seen Angel indignantly paraded like an indifferent and majestic queen wrapped only in the sheet as she left the ship's ramp before curious eyes.

Curse! It didn't make much difference if my wife was naked there! Two guys watched her make my blood boil. and when they saw the furious expression on my face they turned away. And what about the list of unkind adjectives as she walked away, ignoring my orders.

She was beautiful. fascinating. It was like the most potent drug in my body.

Since when did I start looking at Angel as my wife?

Nobody had ever dared to do that!

And I was there, staring at myself in the mirror. Why hadn't I lied to her like he had done to everyone else?

Was it the terrible satisfaction of having my body snuggled inside her? The pleasure of watching the girl squirm with orgasms from my caresses? Even her first orgasm belonged to me. I should be elated. A perfect revenge.

Things got complicated. I had never slept with a woman before. Not even Scarlet! My body approved and delighted and buried in it.

-Badass! - I cursed again and ran my hands through my hair.

When did everything get complicated? It's because? Was it her fragile way in that hellish crisis? The hurt green eyes looked like piercing daggers on the back of my neck. I knew had hurt her both in body and in soul. It was everything I had wanted. And I hated myself for that.

I experienced unknown emotions. Worst of all, it mattered terribly to me the hurt that shone in her eyes. She made me burn like a convict. I might be able to do anything to bring a smile to that tear-streaked face. And it was within my reach.

I wanted what I couldn't have and what was mine.

She belonged to the invader! It was the booty of a war that had killed innocent people.

More than anything, I hated her for that!

I tried to calm myself and took a deep breath. I needed time to think. And Angel was not going to leave that base.

What more problems could I get then?

Time. I needed time to find the perfect excuse for an angry, sharp-clawed girl while dealing with a conquering tyrant who would do anything to get his hands on her.

Suddenly was finding it easier to deal with Ravenack. I didn't know how to resolve the situation with Angel.

She cared. Your feelings mattered to me.

And that was my final defeat.

I'm not sure when I fell in love with her.