I saw his fist coming in hard for a hit to my face. I closed my eyes and braced for the hit, swearing to myself that I wasn't going to make a sound when he did hit me. But as I waited, I realized that Cobra was whimpering.
As I opened my eyes, I saw the most drop-dead gorgeous man ever in front of me, holding Cobra's fist. An angelic voice said, "Are you okay, little one?" My groin, which had only been starting to stir looking at him, became an instant hazard to anyone who ran into me. They would probably be impaled on it.
In my embarrassed haze, I murmured, "Yup, I'm fine. No problem. Everything's cool. I'm gonna stop talking now." I knew that my face was a deep shade of red. My savior then turned to look at me and let out a chuckle in his deep velvety voice when he saw my face.
That's when I got a really good look at him. He had royal blue eyes that contrasted nicely with his beige warrior uniform. The high cheek bones and sharp jawline gave his face a regal look. He had midnight black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and reached to what I knew had to be a tight ass. His face was smooth with no lines or wrinkles; even though it was obvious that he had been through battle for years. All of his body looked hard. I could see an eight pack beneath his tight uniform. An amazingly hot EIGHT pack.
I don't care if you are an alien, that is HOT!!! He was huge in every single way because of his muscle and height. He had to be at least 6'9" and weigh close to 280 pounds, if not more. My mouth was watering more and more the longer I looked at him. Then began the internal debate.
I don't usually go for guys with bright blue eyes or black hair because of HIM, my first love, I thought to myself. So, take a chance. He couldn't be any worse than Blake. Plus, he is smoking hot. I mean you can barely keep your cock inside your pants there, my alter persona said. Oh, speaking of cocks, I wonder how big his is.That thought made my face turn redder than it ever had.
I looked up into his eyes and saw compassion. And then I looked over at Mar yelling at me to---wait a second. My eyes zoom back to his. They were now indescribable. I didn't know another word for it. Emotionless might be another word. I couldn't read him at all which kind of irked me.
Mar came running up beside me and asked, "Are you okay, Te?"
"Te?" Mr. Eight-pack Angel asked.
"Oh that's right, you two haven't been introduced." Mar said. "Zmaj, this is Terry, that terrorist from Earth ya know. Terry, this is Zmaj Vuk. He is the commander of the warriors."
"Pleased to meet you, Commander Vuk," I say.
"Please, call me Zmaj. I hate the title. It makes for an easier target on the battlefield," he said in his angelic voice.
"Well, shall we get started on the ceremony?" Mar asked
"Yeah," Zmaj said, "I suppose we better. Don't get too far away, little one."
"Your attention please," Zmaj's voice boomed over the intercom system. "We will now be placing the new arrivals with current 'boarders'." Zmaj read from a list who all of the new prisoners were going to be staying with. There had been about twelve other people who had come with me on the shuttle to IGP1 apparently. I don't remember most of the ride as I was unconscious from the blast.
I could tell that Zmaj was nearing the end of his speech as the people around me were growing restless. All of the sudden someone shouted out, "Who is that cute one gonna room with? That Terry or whatever his name is."
"He will be staying with me, of course," was Zmaj's answer. He answered in such a nonchalant way that my jaw literally dropped.
I almost started laughing. This WOULD be my punishment for a crime. An everlasting hard-on, I thought to myself.
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