Drake Glauco, now a successful nourisher and happily joined to Vernon, comes to realize it’s time for a Priaxian/human alliance to come to fruition. The joy he has experienced too great for it to not be used to benefit all mankind. The mutual need too important. With each passing day, Drake and Vernon’s symbiotic relationship grows just as much as the hatchlings inside the egg the Priaxian carries as the hope for his species.
But trouble stirs in the dark places of the galaxy. A once sleeping giant, an enigmatic race known as the Herdsmen, stirs. Their awakening brought about by many events, including trespassing into their territory. The result of them becoming known is devastating for all the sentient species, especially for humans. The Herdsmen have developed a taste for mankind’s flesh.
Can Drake and Vernon negotiate an agreement with the Herdsmen before it’s too late? Offer some alternative to the slaughter that will result if they enter human space. Or will their plans to dominate the galaxy obliterate all in their path, including their allies?
All hope once more falls on Drake…and a mysterious Priaxian soldier who communicates to him in his dreams.
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The Soldier
Copyright © 2011 Mark Alders
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The Soldier
Borders of Worlds Saga Two
By
Mark Alders
The Dream of Anguish
The starfish of Annaz VI fell from the sky, landing upon my nakedness to copulate. I knew the tiny creatures had been picked up by the planet’s weather, all part of the natural turn of events of this world. But that was a slight distraction. Vernon came into my view, as beautiful as I had ever seen him during an extraction, during our special time together as our bodies, minds and souls linked. He was naked, too. His erection, complete with foreskin retracted and balls tight and red, more than enough to let me know his intentions.
“Come to me, Drake, my beautiful,” he said with a hunger all men got when they wanted—no needed—to be physical. His eyes were a magnificent sparkle, brighter than the setting sun behind us, his lips moist and inviting. Starfish had landed on him, too.
I went to him. Fell into his arms. He surrounded me with his love, his strong muscular arms holding me tight. I caressed his back, making my way to his backside. He let out a gentle laugh when I reached my goal.
“I will lay down for you,” I whispered.
He pulled me away with tender care so he could stare deep into my eyes. “No.”
I was puzzled for a brief moment. But that feeling soon ebbed away, like the starfish that had returned to the sea to begin their cycle again, when I noticed the grin on his lips. He had something else in mind.
“What did you want?”
“I want you to have me,” he growled in reply.
In the next instant, I was on top of him, the coral atoll we found ourselves upon, our bed. His smile spurring me on, I ran my hands all over him, concentrating on his chest and nipples. He was ready. All the while, rubbing my genitals against his, gaining a rhythm as if I were inside him. My erection gaining hardness with each stroke, my foreskin helping my cock’s gliding action as I pressed harder against him. This was one of the most sensual experiences I could imagine and Vernon made it all so very real. The experience, as I came to kiss him, was just like what we did during our real life bonding or dry extraction as it was sometimes known. I loved that he knew me so well.
Sure, extractions served the purpose of feeding the hatchlings within the egg Vernon incubated, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have fun, experience each other on an ever increasing and deepening level.
Vernon parted my kiss, one that had filled with so much passion and lust, that alone would have got me to climax. “Take me now!”
No answer was required. I let out a groan shuffling into position, so I could enter his warmth. He parted his legs wider, his arsehole more than inviting. Teasing his rim with my finger, I prepared him for entry.
He let out little groans, too. His stomach quivered and his breathing became deeper and more erratic. I could tell he was close to climax. He grabbed his own cock and balls, so I could access him without any hindrance. Not that he was any obstacle. He wanted me.
I pressed my hardness against him. Again he groaned, arching his back, inviting me to proceed. My cock was slick with pre-cum and I had no trouble piercing his hole. He let out a satisfied yell. My length sunk into him, the sensation of his flesh around me more than enough to give me eternal pleasure.
“You’re perfect!” he roared, bringing his legs around me, forcing me to push myself deeper into him.
“So are you.”
The experience of our lovemaking lasted for what seemed an eternity. So long, that the starfish once more began to rain down to cover our flesh as we were one, joined like only lovers could be. For the longest time I kept up my rhythm, posed so that I could look at him, watch his facial expressions as I made love to him. His eyes glistened, and his smile, deep and warm, continued even though his lips quivered to reflect the ecstasy his body was soaked in. I couldn’t blame him, I felt the same.
I sank myself root deep into his arsehole and then pulled out so that the rim of my head was visible, before repeating, over and over. My whole length used, just as all of my emotions for him were used as well. Vernon was my everything, my world.
Then, like the rush of the tide that couldn’t be stopped, my balls tingled and my whole body began to shudder. I let go of everything I had, ejaculating inside my beautiful man. My body worked so that I could give him as much as I could, a sheen of sweat on my skin, the after effect of my efforts.
Our groans became one. Seconds later, I collapsed onto him. He ran his hand through my hair, caressing me. I took in his musk now that I was close to him, all wonderful, pungent and fragranced with spice. I kissed him, again as deep and meaningful as I had ever experienced.
The world around me changed.
The jungle under Vernon’s nest came into view. I knew I had fallen asleep in his arms, and we were now dream sharing. The foliage in the rich lands of Priax was beautiful, varied…and now silent. The nourishers of old had been wiped out. That thought brought me both sadness, and I hated to admit, some joy. Not a joy that was all encompassing or one derived from malice, far from it. A joy that reminded me if they hadn’t been eradicated, then I would have never experienced the depth of love I felt right now for another.
Was that selfishness? Perhaps. But if I had anything to do with it, and I do, then I would make sure many, many humans could experience what I have with Vernon. I would see to it that mammals and spiders would forge an alliance that would shape the future of the galaxy. The Borders of Worlds treaty would be amended to create such an alliance.
Priax would be saved.
What’s more, humanity would benefit from that saviour. First things first, I knew we had to get back to Earth so I could set the wheels in motion for what I intended. I also knew that we had to find Ranjay, Jankin and Taseem’s son. Where he was, I didn’t know. All the information we had was what he was somewhere in the Auroran system.
That presented a problem. Getting into Aurora was no easy task, especially as they were preparing for war against us. Then again, I didn’t have much time to contemplate such matters. The dream I shared with Vernon now turned toward the mountains. They were beautiful as well, snow-capped and massive, much larger than the Himalayan Ranges on Earth.
Beyond the mountains, the desert lay—a desert that covered more than half of Priax. The double yellow suns saw to it that their world was relatively dry, most Priaxian colonies surrounded one of the two oceans at the planet’s poles. Vernon lived in the Great Southern Colony. A colony I had come to call my home.
Then something disturbed me.
Within the endless sands, the shifting dunes of the desert, a lone Priaxian stood. He was a soldier, covered in armoured chitin, all horns and protruding defensive features.
He looked up, like he could sense we were above him. How was that possible? This was a dream, right? His mouth opened, and I knew he was screaming at us, even though I couldn’t hear his words. His face was contorted with both anger and fear, his front legs raised in the defensive pose all spiders did when threatened. What was going on? Why did Vernon take me here to the desert to show me this? Did this soldier have something to tell us? Or was it a remnant of something from Vernon’s past? Then again, was Vernon having a nightmare? I couldn’t tell.