Another World

A.N. I wanted to mention something. This was a story I started with just a few main points; there are these alien mercenaries called the Kull, a girl who already belonged to one Kull, and another girl who was going to be claimed by the first Kull's pack mate.
About two paragraphs in my muse knocked me out cold, locked me in a closet, and took off with my damn story. Shrugs, well that's the only conclusion I can come up with, because I swear I felt possessed. My fingers were flying over the keyboard and I kept looking at what I was writing and thinking "wow, where'd that come from???
I didn't know how long Another World was going to be. I had vague ideas that my feisty Katt would end up back on the Kull's world. But somehow, if felt like the whole story got told, even if the actual time was mere hours. Buttttt...this story is also posted on another site and over a year later readers are still emailing me begging for the "next chapter." (Whispers-I think they just want more sex scenes.) But I'm curious, and if anyone here wants to be kind enough to give me their take on whether or not this story should go on-because I do have ideas, oh yeah, I do have ideas-I'd greatly appreciate the feedback! Thank you all!

We had been lost for about three hours now. And as was always the case between Lynn and I we had been squabbling and snarling at each other the entire time. It was a toss up in regards to which of us hated the other the most.

She kept ranting on that I was a redneck country boonies hick, and wasn't I supposed to be able to read the moss or something and figure out where the hell we were?

I retaliated by pointing out that if she hadn't gotten scared by a fucking harmless bloody woodchuck and gone crashing off away from the clearly marked trail, causing me in my saintly concern to chase after her, we'd be safely back at the camp site with our firewood eating smores.

"Chocolate is bad for the skin." She'd retorted snottily. "And this just proves I run faster then you!"

"Hah!" I'd retorted inelegantly, and briefly entertained the idea of hip checking her into that tempting patch of poison icy we were passing by.

Then I pictured being lost in the woods with the rich bitch from hell, and her covered head to toe in poison ivy, itchy rash, and hastily steered her safely away.

"Only thing it proves is that you're fucking deaf. In three miles of running like a moron, you never once heard me screaming at the top of my lungs, it's just a wood chuck?"

"What's a wood chuck?" She snapped.

I gaped at her speechlessly for a moment. "Augh, kill me now!"

"Quit whining, you're giving me a head ache."

Well, that was the point I lost it. To be honest I was readying myself for the leap at her throat when she made this small, choked, hopeless sound. And leaped back ramming full body into me so hard I tumbled back onto my ass.

"What now!" I snarled in a rage, rolling to a crouch and rubbing my throbbing butt. I figured it was prolly a fricking hedgehog or something, but still...

"What, did you see a squirrel?" I snarled viciously.

"What is a squirrel?"

"Oh please! You better be kidding me! Whoa! Who the hell are you?"

I took as good of a second look as I could while lunging fierce and frantic back on my feet, with Lynn scrabbling back wards pushing me along with her.

"Quit shoving damn it! And on second thought, what the hell are you?"

It was obviously male, but I was pretty sure it was not from around here!

His eyes were pure silver, with pupils like a cat's eyes but horizontal, rather then vertical.

And he was huge! Over seven feet tall, with shoulders that would have him going through sideways, most of the doors I'd seen.

And you hear about men with thighs the size of a woman's waist? Will here was proof that actually could be true. I eyed Lynn, who was a bit shorter and more delicate then me, having the crazy thought that those thighs might actually be a bit thicker then her waist.

It's not like we don't grow them big here. You get the wrestlers, bouncers, body guards, foot ball players. But this man's massiveness was just flat out wrong. It was alien, for anyone with half an eye to see.

This body was made for, meant for some other place. Some world much different then Earth.

He didn't belong here.

And when those cold, hostile eyes flicked to me, I found myself wishing for someone to beam him up and off to where the hell he did belong!

"Be silent." He growled.

His silver eyes slid back to Lynn again, and then he smiled.

Oh fuck. I desperately wanted to never see that man smile again. And as much as I honestly did loathe Lynn, I still felt bad over being grateful that he was smiling at her and not me.

"I told you I would find you again. You should not have betrayed me."

He smiled at her with a conquers arrogant grin, and I shuddered.

"I'll make you scream for that." He purred to her in dangerous promise.

Now I'm not known for holding silent, nor thinking before I blurt out whatever comes to mind, so what happened next, was kind of inevitable. And when you add in the Irish temper, unavoidable.

"Lynn, do you know this freak?" I demanded.

Those viper eyes flickered back at me.

"I told you to be silent slut." He growled and took a quick step forward to backhand me.

He hit me the way you'd chasten a kitten for nipping too hard, that gentle flick to the nose. Or how you'd gently tap a naughty toddler's rump.

He'd used the barest portion of what only an idiot wouldn't see was formidable strength. If he'd have struck me as he'd have hit what he considered an enemy, or a true threat, I'd have flown thirty feet and been dead of a broken neck before I landed.

But I have issues with anyone, no matter how big, hitting me. Plus I have this Irish temper that I seem able to lose under any circumstances, no matter how, the question begs, are you fucking insane?

And ask anyone who knows me...no impulse control at all. It's a given that in any situation I will act first and then think about the world of ways I went fucked up wrong later.

So when he called me slut, and hit me...

I guess he didn't consider either one of us anything of a threat. He knew Lynn wasn't, and even though I was almost three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier, I was still merely just another female to his eyes.

But for all my flaws, which I admit are rather profuse, I have an extremely quick brain.

I'd noticed that he appeared to be normally "male" down there. Couldn't exactly fail to get that considering how tightly the thin fabric of his trousers clung to his lower body.

Hey, I'm a female with normal sex drives, sometimes you notice that stuff, even when freaked, tweaked and totally confused!

So I did this split second considering, contemplating and computing while he ignored me, his eyes totally on Lynn. And then I took a fast step forward and kicked him between the legs as hard as I could!

And bottom line where that matter is concerned, when an athletic young woman wearing steel toed hiking boots connects with the jewels head on, it's going to hurt!

He folded in half and I stepped in and rammed my knee up under his dropping chin, then punched him in the nose.

"Fuck, damn it ouch!" I yowled, never having actually hit anyone before, sucking on my aching hand and jumping around.

The body that crashed down on its back made as much noise as a young oak being sundered in a summer storm.

It made me forget about my stinging fingers and gawk for a moment. "What the hell does that guy weigh?" By this point, I think I'd slipped into loony land. Stupid, unimportant things kept grabbing my attention.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Lynn was hyperventilating. "You just punched out a Kull."

"He hit me first." I whined. "And hey technically I think it was the knee..."

Hey, so that was what he was. I slapped myself literally upside the head and forced my mind out of the dazed shock it wanted to melt comfortably into.

"And why are we still here?" I grabbed her arm. "Come on Miss-faster-then-me...RUN!"

Her eyes flashed up to me, for a moment still filled with hopelessness, then she turned and was off with that sprinter's burst of speed.

I yelped, and took off after her.

Both of us still totally lost in a 400 acre state park.

We just kicked it in, and kicked it on. The fuck where we were, hell with where we were going. Being a sprinter, Lynn was still for the moment ahead of me. And she was flying through the forest, hurdling bushes or just flat out bashing through them so that she fed me with her panic.

I didn't have to waste time asking questions. What ever it was I'd managed to knock out back there, we needed to get far away from it!

We hadn't even been running for five minutes, not even starting to breath hard, either one of us, the sprinter or the cross country runner, when we heard a strange, yodeling howl coming from behind us.

"Holy hell!" I yelped, tripping over a patch of moss when my eyes whipped across to Lynn, who was racing just barely ahead of me. I stagger step ran a dozen yards before I got my feet back under control. No way was I going down with that behind us!

"He's up already!" I tried to yell.

I'd kicked him so hard a human male would have laid there clutching his balls for half an hour!!

"He's Kull!"

"He isn't fucking human!" I tossed back.

"No shit, twit!"

Oh cool, the bitch was back. Lynn was obviously coming out of the shock that had grabbed her when that...person, had appeared.

Or at least she was until we heard the second , answering howl. This one coming from somewhere ahead and to the left of us.

"Oh god!" She gasped out. "They never travel alone! How could I have forgotten that?"

She did her own hip check on me, the instant the trees thinned enough that we could start running to the right, away from the yodeler up ahead of us.

We were both runners.

But Lynn ran sprints. She did the 100 yard dash, the 200, relays for one or the other, sometimes the 400 yard dash if the couch needed to fill an opening.

But she was a sprinter.

My sport was cross country. I did track in the spring mainly to keep in training. I ran the mile, or 800 meters. I wasn't as fast in a quick sprint as Lynn was. But I could run for miles at a decent pace. Lynn couldn't keep up with me when the miles piled on.

So I was still barely winded. Lynn was keeping pace with me, but she was starting to gasp and pant.

And the two Kull were closing the gap. Steadily pulling nearer to us, like two jaws of a trap closing.

"They don't stop yodeling to each other I'm so going to kill them!" I panted to Lynn. "Way to tell us we're lame!" I snarled painfully.

"That guy was a mountain lion!" I panted. "How can something that big move so fast...and keep moving"

They're Kull!" She gasped, barely able to run and still speak.

I snarled silently to myself. Well hey, I know now what I hate most on God's green fricking earth!

Was amusing to chant to myself "hate Kull, hate Kull" with every stride, but didn't do anything about the fact that the fuckers were gaining on us!

We could hear them now, just barely.

They made almost no sound moving through the woods.

Lynn and I were crashing through like a pack of tabloid photographers after Bigfoot,

"We have to separate!" Lynn panted out.

"What!" I looked at her sharply, almost lost my head to a low limb, ducked and swerved under it and kept running as fast as I could. "No! We stay together!"

"They're after me Katt. They don't want you."

Nobody wants me, I spat silently, then shook my head, trying to regain sanity, yelped, and ducked under a mass off branches, running hunched over.

"Where the fuck are we! You and that fucking hedge hog!" I snarled. ""I am finding that thing and..."

"Maybe You can find help?" Lynn gasped out, sucking air hard as she ran.

I was trying to suck in enough air to really howl at her when she tossed in the kicker.

"I can't run much longer."

Ah hell. Fuck me sideways.

Her breathing sounded horrible. She was gasping, gulping, and fighting for air.

She wasn't running smooth any more either. She was stumbling and dragging her feet, catching them in the rough patches of weeds and fallen limbs that I was still leaping almost easily over.

Lynn was used to running maybe 15-20 miles a week. I ran 40 or 50. I wanted to run marathons, and I trained hard.

"Lynn, I can't just leave!"

Lynn tried to smile, panting, sweating, a smile more then she could manage. "I don't want you caught up, even if I still do hate you, you redneck bumpkin!"

I looked at her for a second, then veered off at an angle, nearly killing myself on trees and bushes trying to get my stride back

I knew she did honestly still hate me. You can't just erase years of loathing. If she wanted me to get away, I was going to run like the hounds of hell were after me! When you get involved with things even your worst enemy doesn't wish upon you....RUN!

I did feel bad leaving her.

But I kicked it up, running hard and fast. Even though I still had no idea where I was or where I was headed. If it was away from either of the Kulls, seemed like a good idea to me!

About five minutes after I veered away from. Lynn, I heard that howl again, this time sounding savagely, gleefully triumphant.

Seconds later I heard a female scream....which was almost instantly cut off by a hand, or a mouth. I froze for a second, almost slamming myself out cold on a massive tree, slid past it and kept running.

What was I supposed to do? What could I do?

Not like I could pull the same trick twice on a seven foot plus giant.

All I could think to do was keep running, even having no clue where I was.

I just had to hope he wasn't hurting Lynn. I'd seen the lust in the Kull's eyes. He'd had her before.

I tried to run faster and hard, but I also tried to run more quietly.

I just wanted to get away now. I didn't even care about finding a road, or the camp site,

or cops.

Away was what I wanted. As far and as fast as my runner's body could take me.

And then suddenly I heard that yodeling howl behind me, so close I lost focus for a second and almost smashed face first into a huge pine tree, missing it only at the last second.

I swirled past the tree, cross country mets with ballet. And I ran so hard I wondered if my lungs would explode.

Forget about being quiet! That howl was less then a hundred yards away!

Why was this second Kull still following me? And who the hell would believe me?

"Well you see officer's there are these aliens. Well yeah I hate Lynn, but I didn't do anything to her, honest. It was the Kull!"

"What the hell happened to they don't want me!" I yelped out loud.

And the sound that greeted me had closed half the distance.

And suddenly the only thing that mattered was running as fast as I could!

This wasn't the howl of the Kull I'd just barely managed to knock out.

This was the second one. So why was he still in pursuit?

I burst out of the trees into a clearing, thought abstractly, oh that stream is pretty, ran about half way across the clearing, still moving strong, before being tackled from behind.

We went down in a whirling tangle of limbs and flying hair.

I hadn't even noticed that I'd lost the tie that contained my waist length braid, too busy running.

His long hair was also loose.

I had a moment of thinking good thing I wasn't on the bottom of the pile, god he's larger then the other Kull, before I was suddenly in a battle I was sure to lose.

I had been running so fast that when the Kull hit me from behind, we went down in a twisted mass of long limbs and longer hair. I had lost the tie to my waist length braid hell knows where, probably miles back. And this Kull's hair was pretty long to, held back only enough to keep his eyes free. Kind of hard to be all berserker warmongering if you can't see from the hair in your eyes, I figured in that insane way one can sometimes go all analytical and fact figuring at the weirdest of times.

Then we were rolling over and over in that pretty clearing. And I could hear the softly comforting sound of the creek gurgling lazily over the rocks. And the damn birds chirping cheerfully. And it all pissed me off in this vague, back of my mind way.

I had this distant thought that it was a damn good thing this Kull never used his weight on me the dozen or so time we were rolling across the meadow clearing. Because he was at least twice my weight and could have easily crushed me. Hell, he was over a foot taller then me! He was seven foot something easy.

And then we stopped rolling, with me on top. And I erupted into a desperate battle to wrench free of the two arms that had clamped like steel around my body.

I couldn't claw at him. He had my arms trapped between us.

I screamed my rage and desperation, and tried to knee him. Fuck me, no holds barred here! I don't think it's very nice to knee a man in the jewels, but this wasn't exactly a normal situation. I had never been coached on the etiquette of first contact with an alien race. And considering that this alien had me trapped on top of him, with a very obvious and rather alarmingly sized erection pressing into my belly my only thought was to get the fuck gone! And I didn't care how much damage I had to cause to be up and running like hell again!

When I tried to knee him, he snarled and rolled us over. And suddenly my chance for escape seemed to drop instantly to right, maybe in your dreams!

Because I couldn't even move, not so much as a wriggle. I had over a quarter ton of male on top of me. And that was more then enough to easily keep me where he wanted me.

He trapped both my wrists in one big hand, slamming them down against the earth up over my head, high, hard and tight. Then used his free hand to rake and push my wildly swirling hair away from my face. I guess he wanted a good look at what he had captured.

He grinned down at me with feral, rapacious pleasure, and jerked my captured wrists up even higher over my head.

I glared up at him with furious, impotent rage. And the bastard laughed at me.

"Pretty little slut." He rumbled.

He spoke English. That scared the shit out of me. It meant they weren't here just randomly. They knew enough about Earth to learn our language. I wasn't sure I wanted to know how they had. I hoped it was all science fiction done via computers or some other version of alien technology. Because to think they had maybe been taking people from earth for God alone knew how long to learn our language was not a comforting thought.

Why was this happening to me? I was a junior in college. I wasn't up for dealing with this. I wanted to write for my life. I was working towards an English degree, thinking I wanted to work at a publishing company until I was good enough at writing to pay my way doing that. I was carrying a minor in minority studies. But an alien race was a much different subject then say the Latino community or the Native American nation.

He dropped his lower body to settle heavily between my sprawled thighs and my eyes went wide and everything I was stupidly thinking about left my mind.

How the hell did he run so fast, assuming he had that the entire time? Because he was hard already, when he tackled me from behind.

I bucked up violently, having some crazy stupid idea of trying to throw him off. I'd have had better luck trying to move a fucking lightening dropped tree for all the good it did me.

He liked it though. It made him shudder in a way that vibrated that massive body against mine.

He literally purred down at me. "Do that again."

"Like hell!" I yowled. "Get off!"

"So you can try and kick me where you kicked my pack mate? I think not girl."

I was a woman facing a man she knew instinctively was stronger then her. That point was a total no brainer. An absolute given. The man had a foot at least over me in height and probably weighed close to twice what I did. So I was a bit reeling at this point.

None of this was normal. First of all we had the whole, hey alien, first contact thing here. And then add to that the whole this alien is on top of me and alien or not I know a fucking hard on when it's pressing against my belly!

So I responded as normal. I panicked and I went wild. Fighting and jerking and trying to get free like a spitting little Irish hellion wildkatt. I knew I wasn't getting anywhere and that I was just exhausting myself. But I wanted him off me so desperately. I knew I was a tiny, tasty bit of prey to a great big, fierce predator. There was no room for my thinking mind to tell me that I couldn't win this. I just went all primal, fighting like hell!

I'm from Earth. I couldn't wrap my mind around the ways of the Kull. I had no clue. No idea. And thus, no chance.

I just went totally, animal wild. Nothing in my mind beyond the fact that I was the prey of something much bigger and stronger then me. I knew that much. I knew from the start I wouldn't, couldn't win. Some people just play dead at that point. And some go feral wild, like a simple mindless beast with one leg caught in the vicious teeth of a steel trap, a creature willing to chew that leg away to try for freedom.

During those long, sweaty moments I learned that I wasn't one to play dead and give up.

I fought him so hard. He wasn't of my world. He wasn't human. And I just let go and fought him like a pure animal. I let go of what my society expected of a civilized woman.

I fought him with the part of me that had always remained submerged because I had never needed it. Never had to fight off a mugger or rapist, never had a boyfriend suddenly lose his temper and try and hurt me. I have never had to fight anyone before.

I remember thinking in this dazed way, hey I'm actually kind of good at this, too bad he weighs twice what I do. If only he was my size and weight...and then the knife was flashing up over us, silver and shiny.

I screamed protest to the beautiful, cloudless blue sky. I wasn't going to beg this alien bastard for mercy. Nobody gets out alive. I guess today was my day to really learn that.

And the knife came down, slamming hilt deep into the hard soil over my head.

"Fuck!" I snarled, screaming again, the adrenalin shock when the knife connected with the ground rather then my heart nearly doing me in. "You chicken shit son of a bitch!" I howled.

He had slid his belt off while we wrestled and managed to snag it tight around my wrists. The knife that drove down, pinned the free end of that belt, and thus my wrists, to the ground over my head. And that ground was stone hard dry. The belt was pulled tight around my wrists, no escape there. And I couldn't pull the knife out of the earth he'd punched it so deeply into.

"God damn it you fucker!" I shrieked, kicking out at him wildly as he flipped lithely to his feet.

I didn't connect. And he stood there just out of reach of any kick attempts, grinning down at me.

God those silver eyes were pretty!

I yelped and banged my head sharply against the hard ground. What the hell was wrong with me? Here I was all bondage babe pinned to the ground and yet thinking, hey wow, my rapist dude has really pretty eyes!

"Stop it!" I spat. "You're doing something to me. Just fucking stop it you jerk! You're twice my weight and over a foot and a half taller. And I'm pinned to the God damned ground. Stop doing whatever the hell you're doing!" And then of course that insane, yep, here's a trait that evolution is gonna be leaping at to kill off curiosity perked. "What the hell are you doing to me? What kind of psych thing you got?"

He smiled at me, pulling his shirt over his head.

"It is not a "psych" thing." He corrected me. "We are a warrior race. The males of my people can be rather...alarming...to our females. They are not made to fight and resist as you seem inclined to. But they are quite adept at hiding. When a warrior of my people is seeking a mate, he sends out a scent that primes the woman he has chosen.."

"Oh, I know! Wait, what's that word....P something? Oh shit!" I yelped and would have slapped myself...were my hands NOT kind of tied up. What the hell was wrong with me! "Quit doing that!"

He looked down at me, his hands stilling at his waist.

"I have already stopped.. There is no more need for it. You are primed."

I gawked up at him for a moment. Oh!!!! No no no no no!

"No I'm not!" I yelped, fighting fiercely to try and wrench the knife out of the hard earth.

"I am not primed!" I screeched. "I am so way not primed! You stay the hell away from me!"

He ignored my fishwife shrieks and thrashing and continued calmly to undress.

When his pants came off I paused in my getting no where struggles to gape wide eyed for a moment. I suddenly could really understand why the females of his race had their tendency to hide. For all I knew the females of his race stood seven feet themselves and put the earth Amazons of lore to shame. Even so...gods above and below I would have sold my soul to be free to hide.

"Please." I whispered to him, suddenly so scared I couldn't even swallow. "Don't do this to me. I'm begging you.. Just let me go. I'll never say anything about Kulls. I'm really good with words. I can make them believe that Lynn just freaked about that wood chuck and I never caught up with her. No one would ever believe me anyhow, ever if I tried to tell them!"

He stood there over me, within kicking reach. I should have tried I guess.

"Please. Let me go."

For a moment those silver cold eyes softened. Then they went metallic again and I knew.

"I need a mate." He growled. "There are not enough females being born on my world. I did not come here to find an Earth mate. I came simply because my pack leader asked for my assistance in getting his mate back. But I need a mate, or I will die. Your scent called to me. When my blood brother took his woman back I should have stopped the chase, and faded to shadow to keep watch at his back. And I would have if he asked. But he told me, happy hunting, brother of my blood. He knew."

"Your blood, your sweat, your tears...they sing to me. There can be no other for me now. Unless you die."

He dropped to crouch over me so fast my mind and eyes reeled.

He loomed over me, around me. Just so fucking big and there and all I could do was stare up at him. God, he was so warm. I felt the flesh of his long legs against mine like a furnace that would eat and consume me when he touched me.

"God! Don't...please." I whimpered.

His hand snapped out like white lightning, and tightened around my throat.

"You have two choices woman. Accept me as your mate. Or die."

My mind said, let's try option number three. And so I exploded. My hands were tied, but damn it I was a runner. I knew my legs were strong. So I tried to kick him off.

And got no where.

I screamed my fury at him, best I could around the hard fingers clamped about my throat. "So kill me already, you son of a bitch!" I spat.

He smiled down at me. Oh God, oh God...no! He used his free hand to smooth my wild hair almost gently away from my face.

"Pretty little thing you are." He purred softly. "Tiny, yet so fierce." He slid a hot finger down the side of my face. "I think you will be a good mother. You are one who has the instinct. You would not hesitate to kill, should any dare to threaten our cubs."

I stared up at him, tears turning my green-gold eyes to crystal wells. Gods above and below...what the hell was he talking about? I was too young for cubs. What were cubs anyhow? Was he just talking about babies?

I was only 19! I wasn't even on birth control. Of course that was because I was still virgin, and kind of planning to stay that way, at least a little while longer.

"Untouched." He suddenly rasped.

What? Was he reading my mind?

"What? Oh no!" I wailed as he dropped to cover me.

It was the end off innocence.

It wasn't gentle, and it wasn't tender. It wasn't the stuff of fluffy, romantic love story books.

He tore my running shorts off, and my simple baby blue bikini panties, driving his cock hard up and ripping away my virginity even as he ripped my tank top away.

And I screamed to the beautiful, blue sky. Because it hurt! Gods above and below it hurt. He was huge, and I was untried. And he fucked that cock into me the way a conqueror takes his vanquished prey, hard and fast and giving no mercy.

I screamed until he growled low, and dropped his mouth over mine, to choke off my scream.

I tried to bite him, but he bit me instead , those sharp, strong white teeth I had glimpsed when he had grinned at me nibbling on my lower lip, drawing blood, then licking it away with obvious pleasure. I tore my mouth free and gasped. "Please stop! It hurts!"

He licked up my throat and bit the lobe of my ear. "I know. But it will be good soon."

I didn't see how the hell feeling like I was being torn in half could ever feel good, and then his hand slid between us and went to my clit, and I jolted.

"Oh!" I whimpered, trying to get away from those fingers. I didn't want it to be good. I was being raped by an alien. And I had a bad feeling, that when he went back to where he belonged, he was going to take me with. I wanted to keep fighting! But it was hard to remember I was supposed to do that. I don't know if it was what he had admitted the males of his race did, to make their females want mating. Or just the fact that I was a young, sexually ready woman experiencing her first time with a man, albeit an alien one. But when he started playing with my clit, and then ducked his head to lick and lightly bite back and forth between my nipples, I just responded.

Suddenly the hard flesh sliding in and out of my dampening core didn't feel like such a hateful, hurtful invasion. It started to feel good. I arched against him, when he started to pull out, and he groaned, ramming his cock back deep.

He purred against the nipple he had been suckling, and it made my belly clench tight. I shoved my body up and clenched my cunt tight around the cock impaling me and he snarled, low and deep, biting my nipple hard. He reared up, planted his arms next to head and stared down at me, those metallic silver eyes almost blinding in the intensity of their shine.

"Yes. Good, my mate. And now we fuck. And you will know that you are mine and that I will give every last drop of my blood until the end times come to protect you and the cubs we will share. Know this, I will die for you and ours, I swear oath to that promise."

I stared back up at those beautiful eyes and thought I had probably gone insane because I wasn't scared or angry anymore. This was what my life had been leading me towards. This was my destiny, corny as that might sound. I didn't really have anything, or anyone on earth. Yes, I was a bright, brilliant, talented young woman, with much to give to the world. Was it wrong, to decide, and willingly give those skills and talents, to a world other then Earth?

Life had chosen to offer me a wild adventure. I could live in another world, mate to the sort of man I would probably never find on earth. Was I willing to take the chance?

"And I will give my last drop of blood and my last breath to protect you and the cubs that come. I will even die for you and they, I swear oath to that promise!" I gasped out, feeling like I was going to die from the intensity of this.

Fucking hell, I was a 19 year old country girl! What was happening to me? I had never been so scared in my life!

"I'm scared." I whispered, still staring up at him.

He kissed me, his tongue slipping over my lips, wetting them comfortingly.

"I know mate. It's all right though.. I will take care of you. You know that."

And I did. Somehow, I did know that when a Kull male took a mate, hell and the devil himself would have a battle on his hands should the evil one seek to interfere.

"Why me?"

"Because you were made for me."

Oh God, I knew I was. Didn't matter that we from different worlds. I was made for him. I was made to be his mate.

I whispered up to him. "Release me. I need to touch you."

He grinned with arrogant pleasure, and easily yanked the knife free of the hard earth, releasing my wrists from the belt.

I moaned, softly. "Now fuck me."

And he did, while I wrapped my thighs around his waist and fucked back hard against the thick, long cock eagerly slamming in and out of my wet pussy.

I pulled on that long hair and bit him. And he laughed with the joy of a male who had found a mate when many of his world died still desperately seeking one.

Thus he took his pleasure twofold. He knew he was likely to fill my fertile belly with his seed, and give cubs to his world, some of whom would be female. And so fucking me hard, he knew his world would go on.

And heaven or hell will never have a hope at getting the best over the cub of an Irish heathen hellion of a bitch brat and a Kull warrior. Hello world, we're here.