Knight in Shining Alien?: Athrian Warriors Book One Read Free

person turned up his head and sniffed the air. I figured he was trying to figure out how close the stinky aliens were, so I was shocked when he whipped his head in my direction.
     
I immediately looked down towards Red, looking for some type of protection. He was looking back at me with an intense look upon his face.  When I looked around, I saw that all of the red guys were looking at me with the same intense look upon their faces. It was unsettling to say the least. I swallowed the lump that had appeared in my throat and looked back to Red. “Hi ya’ll.”
     

2.
I’m Not your Cordisa!
Jarrek T’el Quarnon, Commander of the battle cruiser Sh’dow al D’th and Prince of the planet Athria came back to consciousness with a loud groan and a curse already forming on his lips, which he immediately let loose. He slowly sat up and reached to touch the back of his head. Silently he thanked the gods there was no blood, although he continued to verbally curse at his hated enemy Varill. Sorry bastard had actually found a little luck and had managed to capture him.
     
Why was he still alive? He was male so he could not contribute anything viable for procreation and he was not a good candidate in their search for edible protein with specific enzymes, so what could his old enemy be thinking? He thought that he would finally get a chance to kill Varill just outside of a small blue and white planet and had commanded his ship to cloak itself behind a large planet with rings and moons while he and a select group of his guard took a small shuttle on a stealth mission to board the Krakill vessel. In dealing with the Krakill over the years, he had found that surprise and small concentrated teams usually managed to kill most of them.
     
The Krakill advanced in DNA manipulation and other sciences could not create better technology for space travel or war. It was as if they could concentrate on only two things, procreation and war. They did not even get to enjoy it either. They only used females to harvest their eggs. Then they jerked themselves off and fertilized the ova in a dish before inserting it into an incubator-egg. They had about two days to harvest an egg from a female and fertilize it before the outer layers of their egg hardened too much to introduce the mixed DNA. Not to say they did not enjoy hurting a woman, but no penetration was required for them to procreate. What a waste. Females were soft and beautiful and smelled so good. They had such lovely breasts to suck on, pinch, and squeeze. A pussy that was warm and tight and would milk and squeeze him until he could not hold back a second longer.
     
Jarrek curbed his thoughts before they made his shaft rise. There would be time later to fantasize about finding a woman. First, he had to figure out what Varill was trying to accomplish by keeping him alive. Well, he would when his head quit throbbing. It was messing up all his senses. His cock was trying to rise and he would have sworn he smelled his mate, except the Goddess of life had not blessed him or any Athrian with such a thing for the last six thousand years. They were a slowly dying race, looking about the galaxy for a compatible species to breed with; they were also trying to kill off the Krakill race. If they were destined to die, they wanted to leave the universe a safer place.
     
Looking up, he froze as he caught sight of the most amazingly beautiful and exotic woman he had ever seen. Her eyes were the color of a Jabir’s egg. Her skin was a shimmering brown and olive tone. Her hair was long and thick and the exact color of the soil, rich with the minerals and nutrients needed in springtime, abundant with veins of the life giving sun throughout. He was unable to see all of her, but her breasts were large and bountiful. He could not wait to taste them. She was a goddess come to life.
     
For an instant, he thought that maybe the hit to his head had been too hard and he was hallucinating, especially as she moved