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  Zaven's Passion

  by C.R Corbin

  Table of contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

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  Introduction

  The prince had been quite gracious in the last few days.

  When I assisted him with repairs, when I ventured deep inside of this alien jungle with him there were certain details revealed to me. He glanced at me at certain intervals, his tone changed when he spoke to me and I felt it. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, I could feel the warmth in my core increase when he barely grazed my hand with a touch. Even at night when we were at camp and I gazed after him, his tight body in that jumpsuit, all 7 ft of his blue muscular physique tensing when he lugged those massive hunks of metal back in the midst of the night while we were all sleeping, constantly at work. I could see how he watched me in my sleep, the way his eyes flickered, the way his mouth was slightly agape not only with lust, but with affection as well.

  For as heroic as he was, for as strong as he was he couldn't hide his affection any longer and I couldn’t as well. Those small hours in the night when I watched him walking amongst the orange grasses and the purple tree like organisms that swayed in the breeze of this world. The purple night sky shining with the rays of the dwarf star, the night shrouding him and showing me that muscular silhouette that I adored so much. I could imagine him pinning me down and driving himself into me while I moaned and gasped for him, begging him for more.

  And now….we were here near the stream, I could feel the tension in the air.

  He glances at me a few times and we exchange some words, I can’t really remember up until he leans in and presses his lips against me. The texture of those blue lips, the texture of his musculature tensing as he lets his armor drop and captures my curvy body into his arms and grants me that lust that I have wanted for so long. The Sorilian prince that had been my savior was now granting me the apex of pleasure.

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  Chapter One

  Katie

  "Hey girl, chow time." Jakil said, his entire body draped in some gilded blue cloth that had a gold vine pattern embossed onto it. He wore a golden faceplate that looked similar to how the prototypical face of a handsome man back on Soril would look.

  As for the food, well it was the same, some grain stew.

  I glance away as he slides it under the slot, I try not to acknowledge my fate but I tell myself that it was pointless. I might as well accept the fact I was in hell, that I would never escape. It's been a few weeks since this brute captured me, this warlord. He told me I would mate with him soon enough but before then he took me out into the common chambers to watch what he would do to the people he would capture. I thought he was a psychopath that got enjoyment out of watching me plead with him. Yesterday he beat a man to death with a hot poker iron, the screams were rather interesting.

  "Not eating anything and still not losing weight." I remarked and rubbed my thighs, I would still considered curvy by many human men, a fact that didn't help me garner any dates.

  The guard delivering the food sits across from my cell on a bench and watches me. Over the time i've spent here i've come to build a rapport with him, his name was Jakil, apparently he was once part of the commander's guard until he intervened one day during a particularly brutal torture, he was scalded, every inch of him burned so now he's forced to wear that face plate and that robe.

  My cell wasn't that large, it was about 10 feet by 10 feet, a sheet of plexiglass separated him from me. There was a little slot at the bottom of this plexiglass that could be lifted to let him slide food in or out. The only way to open the door was through a command panel in a control room far from here, there was no way out for me.

  "Good?" he asked me.

  "It's the same as always. Shit." I remarked and bit on the stale bread-like substance, I think it was actually a root rather than a baked good. The porridge sits there, simmering while I take small spoonfuls, I had to hold on, I had to wait for a chance to make it out of here. I had people at home, friends, not many but enough to the point where they would surely notice my absence. My parents were still there, they would be looking for me, my roommates at college would surely notice something was up and be worried sick. I had to get back.

  "He wants to see you later this week. Wants to give you the breeder ceremony apparently." said Jakil. He rubbed his knees, his cloak shifting and the gold embroidery rubbing his fingers as he traces the pattern on his robe. I see his face plate shift, the incense bubbling out from a nearby lamp floating over the gold of his outfit and dashing into his burnt nostrils. I only saw his face once, it was a horror that I would not like to repeat.

  "Something so grand for a prisoner? Really? Wouldn't think he would do that but I suppose I was quite the catch, being from a virgin planet after all. He doesn't even know if I can provide him offspring so what is he trying to pull with me?" I asked, my voice filled with venom and discontentment. I grip my spoon a bit tighter at the mere mention of him, I still remember the day that I was captured.

  It was a late night of studying on my part, my last year of college, a 22 year old woman looking to make her mark on the world. I was preoccupied with my books, sitting at a desk near the windowsill with the stars out and the moon beaming. I nearly fell asleep and felt an incredible heat rush across the back of my neck during a period in between consciousness and sleep, soon after I looked up and found myself sitting on the cold metal floor of a ship, gazing at him while he shot me a lecherous smile.

  He was a tall man, broad and ferocious in all manners of politics and warfare. His height was about 6'5 if I had to guess, he possessed muscles that gave the proper impression that he would be able to tear anything he wanted to into shreds, a body made for violence in fact. His skin was red, a dark shade of red, more vermillion than anything else. He possessed claws on the tip of each of his eight fingers, four for each hand. They jut out from his nails at a length of about 2 inches, he was crowned by a tussle of black hair and his eyes glowed an intimidating gold. There were scars and tattoos all over his body, he wore a white battle suit and wore a crown of platinum, a cruel king that I have grown to hate in such a short amount of time. The first time he met me he instantly groped me and informed me that once the examination and indoctrination process was complete then he would claim me. Apparently that was this week, even if I hated the bastard I didn't want to fight anymore, I was too tired. I would never forget the smile and look he shot me once he said his name to me for the first time, Makhil.

  "What does it entail? The breeding ceremony I mean." I muttered.

  "Him claiming you, simple as that. You're dressed up in a robe and delivered to his bedroom, soon after that he comes in and well....i'm sorry." said Jakil.

  "No, no, it's fine. It'll be fine, i'll find a way out....I just hope he isn't too rough although that is quite the foolish hope I would imagine." I muttered and Jakil nodded.

  "It is indeed." he muttered, his voice filled with sadness and regret. I wondered how a man such as him came to work for Makhil in the first place, he didn't seem as heartless as the other soldiers. Perhaps he started that way and all of the brutality just took its toll and he finally rebelled a
nd was subsequently punished. There was the hint of a heart in Makhil however, the fact that he spared Jakil instead of killing him was quite the wonder, perhaps those years of servitude have bred some sort of sense of loyalty or brotherhood in that evil king's heart, I wouldn't want to know either way. It would make him seem even more decrepit to know that a sense of good dwelled in the roots of his heart yet he still turned to hatred.

  "I'm done." I muttered and slide the plate of food out, clean as can be even if it was incredibly disgusting.

  Jakil only nods.

  "What's happening out there? Do you know?" I asked him, curious about the state of the ship. I laid on my back on the cold steel, my long strands of brown hair falling over my cheeks, my soft brown eyes gazing up at the ceiling while the dim fluorescent lights shine above. I feel some of the incense float in through the slot and brush my face, a relief from the stale air that was circulated in here at every single moment.

  "Happening? Well I suppose there's no harm in telling you, apparently we do have someone hot on our trail. From Makhil's home planet no less." Jakil said, he leans back so the back of his head rubbed the glass behind him, his gloved hands bunching together on his lap when he intertwined his fingers.

  "From Soril? Who? Who could it be? Isn't Makhil feared throughout the void to the point where no one would dare to hunt him?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

  "You would think but not to this young man...he's royalty, sent on one quest to hunt down Makhil and bring honor to his name. I would have thought this young man a fool for doing such a thing but I suppose gallantry is a fantasy that dwells in the hearts of all young men. Traditionally royalty hunt wild game, a massive Jukai would suffice, but ambition runs through this one's veins apparently. He will likely perish in the attack and one of his siblings will take up the mantle of the royal family, I don't really know or care, haven't kept up with the politics for years." said Jakil in a rather exasperated manner.

  "This hunt was declared publicly? Shouldn't the goal be to take him by surprise? Who the hell is this prince anyway? You'd think someone raised to be a king would have more sense." I muttered, in my heart I dreamt of such a man.

  A gallant hero that would arrive and slay the evil that etched its way through every inch of this ship. He was handsome, he had blue skin and purple eyes with a head of black hair and two small horns, his smile would radiate brighter than supernovas and his smooth black armor would reflect my face back to me as he caressed me close to his chest. His long cape would stretch far behind him and he would lean into kiss me and do so much more.....Oh god I was thinking like a fifteen year old girl! There was no way such a man could succeed, he would more than likely fail as soon as he got near the ship.

  "You would think but it's standard to declare all hunts publicly. The prince goes by the name of Zaven, that's all I really know about it. I remember when I was still on Soril his face was all over the newsstands as a young boy, hailed the hope of a family and beloved by all he came across, a gentleman but somewhat of a blowhard I suppose. Those are all the details, I wouldn't hold out hope if I were you for as heroic as this declaration may be it is also naive." muttered Jakil, his hands bunching up bundles of his robe, the cloth gathering in his hands as he lets out a long sigh indicating a weariness that would only come from a lifetime of suffering.

  "Well let's see if he succeeds." I said to myself, smiling inwardly at the idea that such hope could exist in this dark void.

  A hope named Zaven.

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  Chapter Two

  Zaven

  "How are we boys?" I hollered as I walked by the mechanics hard at work on my ship. By my calculations the enemy should be crossing Hidalgo point in a few days. I brushed my royal garb, the purple fabric with a pattern of blue vines rushing through it, it shifted as I walked through the hangar bay. The mechanics all wore their full body Hosai suits while they drilled every nut and bolt into the metal hull of my baby, the Pana, it would serve as my vehicle on the hunt for Makhil, a menace that I heard about when I was younger and was now in the position to hunt down. Oh it was a boyhood dream come true.

  The hangar bay for the capitol was a large metal building with a dome on top, it was as tall as nearly 70 of me if I had to guess. I took walks through the hangar and greeted all that I could see each morning leading up to the launch which was about a day from now. The plan is to catch him at the point when he was crossing an asteroid field so that he wouldn't be able to sense me, after he was out of it his signal would still be a bit haywire so I could launch my assault immediately after his escape. We would commence an attack but it would only be for a few moments before I got on an escape pod with another warrior and completed the assault on foot, I was required to capture him after all and there was no proof to be had with a blown up ship.

  "My lord!" I heard in the background and turned to see my assistant, Loquil, running up with a clipboard in his hands. He was a bit shorter than me, his blue skin glimmers with sweat on his brow from all the running around he did, his golden eyes shining with a great sense of duty as he walked up to me.

  "What is it Loquil?" I asked.

  "Well it seems like everything's going according to plan. Your father does want to mandate a few more days to repair a series of minor fuse blowouts in the engine however, the engineers have tried to replace them but it seems to be an internal issue more than an issue with the fuses. If we could just have a few days to repair them then we could surely still make the point at Hidalgo." said Loquil and I shook my head.

  "Nonsense, this is our only chance. We'll do fine without the fuses, just launch without them." I said and he stammered.

  "My lord there would be plenty of time afterwards to hunt him. Surely Hidalgo isn't so important, there are other ways of doing this don't you think?" asked Loquil and I growled, my brows furrowing while my fangs bared. I could see him visibly shake and turned down my aggression a bit, my hands clenched and I stared at the ship before sighing. It was a large, majestic thing, it had two wings attached to a large series of tubes in the middle, there were windows at the front end and along the sides, the paint job was grey, dull but practical, it was something that I would take great pride in riding during its current state.

  "No, we launch our attack now and that's final. I won't have my father or anyone else tell me otherwise." I muttered and Loquil looked a bit shameful as he turned away.

  "Of course, my apologies." he said and I laughed and tapped him on the back.

  "It's fine, it's fine. Really i'm angrier with father than I am with you." I said and he blinked for a moment before collecting himself.

  "Thank you my lord." he said and I nodded, grabbing a chair from the nearby workshop tables to sit down with him. I invite him to do so and he nodded, wiping his brow as I took the clipboard from his hand and looked it over.

  "So has everyone agreed to accompany me? You, Kai, Opha, and Poliquin?" I asked him and he nodded. They would be my assistant, engineer, doctor, and guard respectively.

  "Yes, everyone has freed their schedule up for this. I suppose they all want to join your crusade. Who doesn't? The future king's first excursion against a warlord sounds like storybook material." he said as he relaxed a little.

  "You going to hold up? Doesn't look like you're in a good state.' I remarked and he shook his head, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands.

  "I'm fine, i'm more worried about you. You sure you're not nervous going after one of the biggest criminals in the galaxy? I mean really." he said and I shook my head, leaning back and brushing the black bangs away from my eyes and sighing.

  "I've been in battle before, not like this is my first time in the fire old friend. I'll draw him out and kick his ass, you've seen how i've done in sparring." I said and he sighed.

  "This is not sparring my prince." he said and leaned back into his chair, his eyes showing signs of exasperation and care simultaneously, I let out a low growl.

  "You don't
think I know that? I'm not a boy anymore, i've killed before so don't go thinking that you can coddle me again." I snarled and he backed away in apparent fear. I was a rather large and intimidating man by my species standards so I could scare if I really needed to. If there was one thing I hated it was my ideas being questioned, a fault that I acknowledged for its arrogant nature but a flaw that still existed nonetheless.

  "I....I just don't want us to lose an heir is all. I don't doubt you for a second." he said and I nodded.

  "Good, well then that settles it. We should be prepared to launch soon huh? A day until lift off. I should see my father for one more real talk before I go." I said and get to my feet, the metal chair that I was sitting on sliding against concrete as I stood up and he did as well. He collects his clipboard and walks off, I sighed and shook my head, my temper always took over no matter what I did.

  My leather boots slide against the cold concrete as I make my way out of the hangar bay through a set of doors opposite the flight entrance. I walked into the compound and through the halls, the nurses flash me flirtatious looks, I blushed at some and ignored others. I would also have to find a mate soon I suppose, kings were given a bit more time than regular folk but I was 30 in Sorilian years, it was more than enough time for me to find a Sorilian mate somewhere, but among all the women i've met none of them struck such a chord with me. Alas it was a distant dream, I had Makhil to focus on first but I couldn't help but wonder about what would happen after that.

  I turn a corner and overhear my father conversing with one of his assistants, I press a series of keys on the control panel and walk through to converse with him. On our planet the monarch only had about a quarter of the power while a series of courts and councils held the other, a patchwork of aristocracy, democracy, and monarchy. Mother was always the superior ruler to father but she died years ago from heart failure, father didn't want to go on much longer doing this job so he treated my first quest with too much care. He was too doting whereas mother would have granted much more breathing room, I was much closer to her and at times I wondered if all that I had in common with father was my connection with her.