Devotion (Chosen by the Karal #5)(49)

His mouth captured her breasts as her fingers dug into his back, spurring him on. She felt her orgasm coming towards her, waiting to claim her, to take her soaring high above the forest and into the stars. With each stroke, he ground into her and she cried out, her voice echoing into the darkening night.

As the light left the sky, the dual suns setting in the distance, Okil neared his release too, and as the stars came out over their heads, his colours flashed, bright as a shooting star. And when he came, his voice mixed with hers, two wild animals in the forest, their love deep, yet about each other they had so much to discover.

Earth and Karal had a future here, and when his cock fused inside her and his seed spurted into her womb, one more Karalian child was made. A child: a symbol of the future, a symbol of the love between two species.

Okil and Tikki had found each other across the vastness of space, and found a love more eternal than the stars in the sky.



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Chapter Thirty-Three – The Hierarchy


“I am so pleased you finally agreed to meet me here on Earth.” The Earth’s President held out his hand, which Lytril shook, his face hiding his distaste, though the colours flashing along his skin did not. The colours caught the Presidents eye. “Neat trick.”

“It is not a trick.” Lytril poured the President a glass of the liquor he had brought especially from Karal.

“Thank you,” the President said, taking a sip and then placing his glass down. “Wow, that is so smooth. I love all the food and drink your species have on Karal. Maybe next time we can have our meeting on your planet.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Lytril said coldly.

“Now, you know we have to work together. You need the women of my planet to breed with. We need your space cruisers. I know your lackey Okil couldn’t make the deal, but we are the leaders of our respective planets, so let’s talk like grown-ups.” The President took another large sip, and smiled wider. “Really smooth.”

“Okil told me that you insinuated that you would withdraw the lottery if we did not supply you with the cruisers you need.”

“Insinuate might be a little strong.”

“Come now, Mr President, we are grown-ups, let’s be straight with each other.” Lytril surveyed the man in front of him, watching as he consumed more liquor. How could this creature be the most important man on the planet?

“Then let’s be straight. I know how much you need my women. You know how much I want your cruisers. So that we can go and find ourselves a new planet,” he insisted.

“Have you seen any planet in the neighbourhood you like?” Lytril asked.

“Excuse me?” The President set his glass down, the room suddenly chill as Lytril let his anger suck the heat from it.

“I asked if there was a particular planet you have your sights on?” Lytril topped the Presidents glass up.

Needing a little courage from the liquor, the President took a large gulp before saying, “I have no idea what Okil has said to you. I want the cruisers so that we can independently find a new home. Do you see a problem with that?”

“I do when Karal is your intended new home!” Lytril’s eyes were lasers, his skin illuminated with blues and purples, like bruises covering his face.

The President stood up, his fist banging down on the table. “How dare you?”

“I dare because I have proof.”

The President didn’t move, but Lytril could almost hear his mind working, the vibes in the air from this odious man sweeping over his skin, allowing him to read the emotions. Fear, hatred, and arrogance.

“Hier Ruler,” he said, “I think you have been watching too many of our movies. Things like that don’t happen in real life.”

“Don’t they, Mr President?” Lytril tapped the top of the liquor bottle. And then stood up to pace the room. “On Karal, we are very adept at taking the technology of another species and making it our own. Refining it.”

The President paled.

“Hmm. When we first came to Earth, we were sure there was nothing you could offer us. You are so primitive. Other than females to breed with, you had nothing. But things change and inventions are made, drugs are created.” Lytril let that hang in the air, before adding. “For the generosity of your lottery, we were willing to help you. To help your people find a new home. We still plan to carry out our promise, Mr President.”

“Thank you.” The President sat down, pulling his tie loose and undoing his top button, his face pale.

“My pleasure.” Lytril came back to the table, placing his hands on it, leaning forward to lock eyes with the man in front of him. “Are you feeling unwell?”

The President kept eye contact. “Indigestion. Too much stress.”

“Ahh. This may help.” Lytril placed a small type of apple on the table. “I find them very good for what ails you.”

The President picked it up and looked at it. “I don’t understand.”

“You should. Now, eat it quickly.”

The President took a bite, chewing it and then swallowing it down. Immediately he felt relief. And the truth began to emerge as a small worm of worry that grew and burrowed in his mind. “What have you done?”

“Me? Nothing. I simply took your technology and refined it.”