Alien Boyfriend: Alzun Part Two (complete)

Once upon a time you were a professor of astronomy, and you were happy with your work. You taught classes and ran an observatory, having worked hard to get to the position you held. Then, one day, a handsome prince from a distant planet became your student. He was tall, beautiful, and arrogant, and you couldn’t stand him at first. Yet, like water in a cave drip-drip-dripping away, your defenses were worn thin, and you fell for the handsome prince, just as he had fallen for you.

Alzun has chosen you as his partner. More than that, you are bound together forever as his race, the Tros, mate for life. It is not a fact that can be easily hidden away, as Alzun will have to return home soon. The Tros, when kept from their mate for too long, began to grow weak and ill. Alzun’s family will find out sooner or later that something is amiss if their son gets sick for no reason.

“My family will love you!”Alzun insists. “You have such an amazing job and education, how could they not?”

“I’m not royal, Alzun,” you argue. “I’m not Tros! I’m human.”

His perfectly-maintained brows arch. “And?” he asks.

“And?” you blurt out. “Isn’t that sort of bad? Won’t they get mad at you for mating with a human? A nonroyal human at that!”

Alzun crosses his arms over his strong chest. “And how do you know you aren’t royal?” he asks with a smirk.

“My mom works in human resources, and my dad is a mechanic! I’m fairly certain no one in my bloodline has anything royal or blue about them.”

Your frown turns into a slight pout as you gaze at the stunning creature before you. Now more than ever, you feel so insignificant compared to him. Alzun is a prince - beautiful, strong, intelligent, perhaps a bit cocky, but still. You’re just a human, perhaps smart, but you don’t quite understand how Alzun fell for you at first sight, no matter how grateful you are for it. You have no idea how you are going to stand up to the royal family and feel even an ounce of confidence that you belong.

Alzun’s fingertips slide under your chin. “Hey now,” he whispers. “Look at me.” 

You avert your eyes to the side, then slowly glance up and into his kind eyes. His smile is gentle and sweet. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip. “No matter what, I am on your side, and happy to be there no matter what.” He cups your face between his strong palms. “There is nothing for you to worry about, I promise.”

You place your hand around his wrist and nuzzle into his palm. “You don’t understand,  but there is so much for me to worry about.” You let out a heavy sigh. “This is such a massive deal, Alzun. Aren’t there ramifications? Won’t I be held under scrutiny? What if they think I tricked you?”

Alzun’s smile fades away. “Did you?” he asks, stepping in closer.

You shake your head. “No,” you murmur as Alzun presses your back against the wall. “No, of course not.” You gaze up at him as his expression becomes shadowed. Your heart is thumping faster and faster as Alzun gets closer to you. His hands slip through your hair and down the back of your neck. His palms glide down your sides until they hold your hips firmly in place.

“You sure?” He nearly doubles over to be eye to eye with you. A playful smirk returns to his face as he gazes at you. “You didn’t lure me into your bed for any reason other than love?”

You skip a breath and swallow your heart back down. “Alzun-” you murmur.

Alzun’s laugh is throaty and dark. His tongue licks over your lips before he plants a kiss there. You melt, unable to fight back when he kisses so well. You cling to his chest, tugging him down further so you can better reach him.

“Mmm,” Alzun moans as he pulls back. “There is nothing for you to be worried about,” he reiterates. “I am the one who will be judged, not you. They will think I am the con,” he chuckles.

“That still makes me worry,” you huff. You try to collect yourself from Alzun’s teasing and affection. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Hey, I’m used to it,” he grins proudly. “I’m a professional troublemaker, remember?”

You take a seat and sigh heavily. Alzun kneels down on the floor in front of you and lays his cheek on your knee. 

“What will happen?” I murmur. “What will be expected of me?”

Alzun sits up again to place a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips. “I told you not to worry. I am going to handle this.”

“But what is there to handle?” you scoff. “I need to know what to expect when we get to Tros! This is all new to me, Alzun. I don’t know what to do or-”

Alzun kisses you again, pressing himself against you as he clutches your face in his strong palms. As he pulls back you whimper, wishing he hadn’t stopped such an incredible kiss.

“I don’t know what to expect either,” he whispers. He rubs his thumb under your eye. “All I know is that, no matter what, I will be there by your side and I will take any and all blame for this. I love you. I do not want you blamed for my greed.”

I smile softly . “I love you too,” you murmur. “That’s why I don’t want you to do that.”

Alzun kisses you again. This time his hand slips under your shirt. “If I do get hurt, will you comfort me?”

You shudder as his his soft fingertips brush against your skin. He runs them along the edge of your bra, gently pulling down the fabric until he finds your nipple.

“Wait,” you gasp, grabbing hold of his shoulders. “Not here!”

“Yes, here,” Alzun moans into your ear. “Before we get home, and I’ll be kept so busy I’ll go into a heat spiral and ravage you endlessly.”

“Wait,” you grunt. “What?”

Alzun thrusts his head under your shirt, biting your nipple through the fabric of the bra. “Have I not warned you about heat spirals?”

You try to shove him back but you grow weak as his warm mouth hungrily scours over your body. “No!” You tremble.

Alzun picks you up, pressing your back against the wall as your thighs wrap around his waist. He smirks at you, grinding against you for a moment. “When two mates do not get to well, you know, mate,” he laughs. “Especially for a long period of time, it sends them into a heat spiral. They’ll be insatiable, lustful,” he grunts, rutting himself against you each time. “Driven mad until they can do nothing but mate for days.” He pushes your panties aside and rubs his fingertips up and down your slit.

“You’ll kill me,” you gasp. His fingers coax your nectar from deep inside. As he slips them inside you, your tremble, squeezing tight around the intrusion and losing your breath.

“That’s why I need to do it now, before we reach home and we both are kept busy.” Alzun’s expression is desperate and needy. He looks cute in a way. As he takes off his pants you feel his cock has started to slip from inside him. 

“Do we have time?” you pant.

“We’ll make time,” Alzun growls into your ear. His teeth nip at your ear as his fingers slip out of you. 

The ship suddenly jerks and Alzun loses balance. He tumbles backwards, carrying you with him. You flop on top of him as he splats against the ground. He cusses out loud in his native tongue and thrashes angrily for a moment.

“You okay?” he huffs, sitting up.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you gasp. “What about you? You fell pretty hard.”

Alzun grunts as he sits erect. He rubs the back of his head and then down his neck. “I’ve had worse.” He gazes over you and your disarrayed clothes. “I can still do it.” He tackles you, pinning you against the floor.

“Alzun!” You gasp in surprise then start to laugh. “Alzun wait!” You cackle.

There is a chime overhead, and an announcement is made in the Tros language. Alzun snarls angrily and glares at the intercom, shouting something you are certain is filled with vitriol and anger.

“What is it?” you ask as you sit up off the ground.

Alzun frowns, smoothing your shirt back down and adjusting your skirt. “We’re almost home,” he grumbles bitterly. “Apparently I can’t make time.”

You kiss him softly. “Later maybe we can make some?”

Alzun smiles. “Maybe.” He stands up, pulling his pants back up. 

Once you’re in order, he leads you towards the entrance of the ship. Once landing is completed the doors open automatically, and stairs extend as you step out.

You board a vehicle which takes you through a tunnel lined with pink and blue lights. It goes underground to the palace, a safe route for royals and visitors. As you sit in the dark, Alzun holds your hand tightly. You cup both his hands in yours and gaze up at him. His eyes have a sort of halo glow around them in the dark. He smiles at you and leans down, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Did I get you too riled up?” he whispers intimately. 

You giggle and nuzzle your forehead to his. “No more than you riled yourself,” you tease.

“You know I don’t like to leave you wanting,” he growls hungrily. “All I’m going to think about until I have you alone is how sweet and wet you must be right now.”

You shove him playfully. “I would rather you didn’t! Keep your mind focused. Who knows what will happen today.”

Alzun kisses your cheek and neck. “I know one thing that will,” he growls.

“Hey,” you push him away and look at him. “We have to get serious now. When we reach the palace and meet with your family, we could be in a lot of trouble.”

Alzun scowls and looks away.

“Don’t pout at me, your highness,” you scold him. “You know full well this could be a pot of hot water we are leaping into.” You grab his face and turn his head to look at you. “We should be prepared for the worst.”

Alzun grabs hold of your hand and kisses your fingers. “I swear to you, I will not let you burn.”

The vehicle comes to a stop, hissing and lowering itself as it settles in the entrance. As the door opens, Alzun steps out first. He holds your hand, easing you from inside. You stand up, looking up at his family as they stand in wait. His mother stands taller than his father, but both look just as beautiful as Alzun does. His sister stands beside them, wearing a shimmering jumpsuit with long flowing sleeves and a revealing neckline.

“Look how adorable!” Alzun’s sister and mother rush forward, grabbing you up and wrapping you in hugs and kisses.

“She’s so tiny!” Alzun’s sister marvels.

“And what lovely eyes!” his mother gasps.

You look towards Alzun for help. You were prepared for anything except this.

“Mother! Dazza!” Alzun scolds. “You’re going to scare her!” He places himself between them and you. 

“I can see why you’d be attracted, brother,” Dazza giggles. “She’s very cute!”

“I cannot wait to dress her and present her,” his mother sighs dreamily. “I have been so excited since you told us, Alzun! How dare you make us wait?”

Alzun’s father offers his hand, taking you from the middle of the fray. “They’re all rambunctious. Something from Zunmera’s side,” he teases. 

You bow to him, unsure of the protocol. “Thank you,” you say softly. “It’s nice to meet you, Sir. Your Majesty, Your… uhm-” You flinch, wondering if you’ve made a horrible faux pas. 

The king chuckles. “You can call me Dazal,” he says. “Or Father, if you like.”

“Oh-” you gasp, shocked by the warm welcome.

Dazza comes up beside you again, grabbing hold of your hand. “I am so excited to finally have a sister! Alzun was never any fun.”

“You had me convinced I was adopted so I could be your playmate,” Alzun scoffs. “And I was the older sibling!”

“Yeah, well,” Dazza shrugs. “Whose fault was that?” She turns back to you with a grin. “You’re a professor right? I would love to pick your brain!”

“Really?” you gasp in awe again, still unsettled by how kind and inviting everyone is.

“Now, now,” Zunmera steps forward, placing her long hands on your shoulders. “I am Mother, I get her first.”

“It’s been a long day!” Alzun suddenly snaps. “Could we rest up a bit before you all start fighting over my bride?”

“Of course, darling,” Zumera says with a tittering laugh. “You cannot blame us for being excited! After all, we had prepared for the absolute worst.”

Another surprise. You had been preparing yourself for the absolute worst this whole time as well, and Alzun’s family had been in the same predicament. 

“What were you expecting?” Alzun scoffs. “That I would bring home some sort of war criminal or something?”

“Your track record has not been the best, darling,” Zunmera says apologetically. “We were worried that someone had taken advantage.”

“Maybe he still is,” Dazza teases you.

“But seeing the Professor here, and knowing her from her work, I must say, you have quite the catch, darling.” Zunmera then smiles at you. “We’ll show you to your room now. You can rest up and then we’ll come and fetch you for dinner.”

Alzun hurriedly drags you into an elevator that shoots straight up. As you stand in silence, you notice an irritated look on Alzun’s face. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask. “Didn’t that go well?”

Alzun kicks the wall. “It did.”

“Then what the hell is wrong?” You turn towards him. “I mean, I’ll admit, I’m a bit shocked, but this is great.”

“It is,” he huffs and looks down at you. “I’m just a little upset they were worried at all.”

You place your hand on his chest and smile up at him. “Hey, it’s okay,” you murmur. “Maybe now they will learn to trust your judgement better.”

Alzun smiles as the elevator comes to stop and the doors open up into his room, or what appears to be his closet. On the walls on either side there are rows of clothing, and each rack is filled with all sorts of garments. Alzun opens a door at the far end leading into his bedroom, where the bed is up on a platform and surrounded by sheer flowing fabric. At the other end of the room there is a waterfall that cascades down into a large pool. All around there there shifting curtains that go from ceiling to floor. 

“Oh, wow,” you marvel as you look around. 

“You like it?” Alzun teases as he grabs you from behind. “This is ours from now on.” He brushes your hair aside, kissing your neck as his arms lock around you.

“Shouldn’t we rest?” you whimper. 

“Knowing how much my family likes you now, I say we need to take advantage of this alone time.” Alzun moans into your ear. “I may not get to see you for a long time as you bond with my family.”

You bite your lip, silently agreeing with him. Alzun’s hands make quick work of your skirt, and his fingers slip under the fabric of your underwear. You squeak as his fingers find purchase and sink into your plump folds.

“Where should I take you?” he snarls into your ear. “The bed? On the stairs?” He bites your ear and neck. “Right here on the floor?” He sinks his fingers deeper inside you. “I don’t care, I just need you.”

You let out a soft cry, squeezing your thighs tight around his wrist. “The bed, right?” You whimper. 

“Is that your wish?” Alzun teases.

You manage to slip away from him and make your way to the bed. You walk up the stairs of the platform before Alzun scoops you up. You laugh out loud as he tosses you onto the bed, blankets and pillows frothing up all around you. Alzun then stands there at the edge of the bed, grinning down at you. He starts to strip, taking off his jacket and then slowly unbuttoning his shirt. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he removes his shirt, tossing it down the stairs. He juts his hips forward as he starts to take his pants off, unbuckling the belt, then slowly, tauntingly, undoing the buttons.

His door opens and a few maids come in, pushing trollies and setting up a table. 

Alzun snaps around, yelling something in Tros. The maids all look up at him, nonplussed and continuing with their work. One picks up your skirt from the floor and folds it neatly before placing it on the stairs.

Alzun continues to yell and fuss until his mother comes in. She scolds him and Alzun flinches. He glances at you over his shoulder, a guilty look on his face. 

“What?” you whisper.

“Mom’s brought a small meal and drinks for us, to help us rest,” he grumbles.

“Oh, uh-” you murmur, looking down to see Zunmera and the maids leave the room after setting up. “That’s nice. I could have a drink.”

Alzun huffs as he buttons his pants back up. 

You then tug on his arm. “After, I mean.”

His eyes grow a little wide and hopeful. “Everytime we try to start, something happens.” He crawls onto the bed. “You sure you want to start again? It could invite another interruption if we do.”

You giggle and pull him on top of you. “We can fool around a bit.” You stroke your palm down his chest. “See what happens and all. Or-” you bite back a smirk. “You take me right this instant as hard and fast as you can.”

Alzun shudders and his lashes flutter. “Say it again.”

You tug him down as you lift your legs to wrap around his waist. “Take me right this second,” you moan. “I want you as hard and fast as you can muster.”

Alzun moans in Tros. “Alright,” he snarls. He pushes aside your panties, thrusting his fingers into you while he opens his pants with his other hand. “Be prepared for the worst,” he growls. He pushes you down onto the bed, kissing you hungrily. You feel his cock slide against your folds, squishing as he moves his fingers away. He grabs your hips, angling them as he pushes hard inside you. Crying out, you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling it as he grunts and moans against your chest.

“Oh god,” you cry out.

Alzun snarls as he drives himself inside you. He anchors himself to the bed, arching his back so that his movements are sharp and guided. He looks down at you, his expression dangerous and lustful. You watch as his arms body tenses and flexes, every muscle taut as he moves himself inside you. He pushes you until your head is hanging over the edge of the bed. You cry out, squeezing your thighs tighter around his waist so that your ass lifts off the bed. His growls and snarls flood your senses as he buries his face in your neck. His hand presses at the small of your back, keeping you secure as he continues to thrust.

He then stills, slowly setting you back down on the bed. He sits up, holding your ankles in his hands as he rocks himself slow and easy. You whimper as you look up at him, stunned by the beautiful creature that’s inside you.

Alzun kisses your leg, biting your calf as his gaze fixes upon you. “I wanted to see for a moment,” he breathes. “Just watch you.”

You bite your lip. “It’s nice,” you murmur as your eyes trail over him. You then hold your arms open. “Come to me.”

Alzun falls back into your arms, kissing you hungrily as his movements become harder again. You squeeze tight around him. The rush happens all at once. Alzun’s voice becomes choked and breathless as you throw your head over the edge of the bed again. You both surge, bodies melding together as the fire overwhelms you. Every limb, every digit goes tense, then limp. 

As you sink down, Alzun admires his work, like always. He smirks, smearing his fingers in the gel-like mess. He then picks you up, carrying you down the stairs and over towards the pool. As he steps into it, he lays you in his lap. The water is warm and has a sweet, floral scent to it. Alzun rubs your shoulders and arms, splashing water along your body.

“Good enough to last us?” he purrs.

You look over your shoulder at him and shrug. “You’re the one who will heat spiral. You tell me.”

Alzun kisses your cheek. “Well, hopefully, my family will understand we need alone time.” His arms wrap comfortingly around you. “Since they like you and all, perhaps they’ll be kind and not want to hog you and spoil you.”

You rub your hand up and down his leg. “Should we eat something?” you ask.

“In a minute,” Alzun whispers. “I just want to stay like this a little while longer.”

You relax against his chest, sighing softly as he plants kisses in your hair. “It is nice,” you almost purr. 

“Isn’t it?” He tilts your chin up to kiss you. “I love you.”

You snuggle up against him with a smile. “I love you too.”