The First Flame part 8

130 light years away - Planet Ezron 

“Let this also be my declaration of interest in your daughter. I apologize if she arrives pregnant. I would have asked you and High Mother for your blessing, but it is not an option given the circumstances. I will accept whatever challenges you put forward to prove my worth. May the Mothers be with you. I will soon reunite you with your…”

Kira scrambled to turn off the transmission. It was too late, though. Vrox heard it all, and began his rampage.

Nebula winced beside Kira while Neil hovered over his mother, ready to protect her.

“Kira?” Nebula looked at her pleadingly.

Kira sighed. “I know, I know. I’m coming.”

Normally, Kira was a great fan of the testosterone pumping through the Commander’s body. It gave her plenty of beautiful daughters and orgasms. Watching him kick down the chairs she just made for the Common Room, though, pissed her off. The only reason she didn’t scream down the place or beat at his huge chest was that she knew he was just worried. Who wouldn’t be? His daughter was stranded light years away, and an Ezronian male just declared that Vrox’s little girl was no longer his.

“Relax,” she eased, hugging him tight as if he was an angry toddler instead of a dangerous alien.

She lost count of how many times she had to calm Vrox’s outburst. Losing Ran was hard for him. His expression became pained every time he saw his daughters, because he knew one of them was missing.

“I’m going to behead him. This Eon male. He will die,” he swore.

“No, you won’t.”

“He stole the last mothering space ship we had! My brothers could have gone after Ran themselves, but look at us now. He did this, and he will pay for it. I could have had Ran home days ago.”

“But…”

Vrox kissed her forehead, dismissing the conversation. “Get me the leader of Tulis. They will send her home safely, or I’ll level the mothering planet.”

Kira was confident that Tulis would send Ran home, too. Although Tulis was more technologically advanced than Ezron, they couldn’t manufacture or run their machines without the natural resources of Ezron. Tulis was a barren land, and they would fall into a stone age without the assistance of Ezron and The Federation.

Kira hated their government. They practiced slavery among other horrible things. The only reason they conducted business with Tulis was to support the poor and innocent. Just because their leaders were awful, didn’t mean the entire race was, too.

“Kira. Do you need help?” Nebula asked.

Kira cleared her thoughts and turned to her tablet.

“Yeah. Can you get me more copper?”

“I can do that,” Neil interjected. “I think dad has some stored in the treasury.”

Kira nodded. “Thanks, baby.”

Eon made a mess of things. Not only did he run off with their last spaceship, but he disabled comms, too. Ezron had struggled to communicate with The Federation for days. Not to mention that he told Vrox he was going to knock up his daughter.

When did the small, quiet boy become bolder and taller than her? Kira last saw Eon years ago, when his family moved out of The Ruins.

She sighed. Time sure flies.

And so do Ran’s fists. Good luck to Eon, because that girl will rip him apart. 

– • –

I’m going to fucking rip him apart. 

Ran watched Eon in the arena. This was his second day in the competition, and he had a few men to defeat before facing Siox.

Instead of rushing through the fights like the previous day, Eon was leisurely taking them down. He did necessary flips, remained on the defense to tire enemies out, attacked non-vital areas.

He was playing with his prey, showing off his strength and skill. With every unnecessary movement, his thick cock waved to the crowd that loved him. He was a sensation among them, while Ran wanted to join the competition just to kill Eon herself.

The more he played around, the more opportunities the opponents had to hurt him. She needed him by her side as soon as possible, so she could punch him, kiss him, and hump his thigh until the wetness between her legs made his skin glisten.

It was morbid, but watching Eon’s arms flex turned her into a walking lake.

Nine competitors were defeated. Soon, Siox would be strolling into the arena.

Ran bit her lip. She didn’t doubt Eon’s skills. He would win, but he might get hurt in the process. The obsession in Siox’s gaze and flashing canines promised war.

Her shoulders relaxed a little when Eon defeated yet another competitor. He was almost done. Just a few more, and…

She shot off her chair when three Tulisians strolled into the arena, making the crowd go wild. The rules dictated one-on-one competitions, but it seemed like the officials wanted to spice things up by making Eon fight a group.

“Screw this,” she growled.

She opened the broadside door of the ship, hauled her captor out, shut the door, and turned the engines on. She was done playing a damsel-in-distress. There was no way she would let Eon face down three Tulisians at once. It wasn’t fair.

The ship took flight. She was half-expecting to be shot out of the sky, but she doubted the arena had aerial defense mechanisms. Normal people wouldn’t step into the bloody arena, much less land a spaceship inside it.

Drones flew out of the way to avoid getting crushed under the ship, and people on the benches gaped with horror.

Too anxious to get to Eon, Ran jumped out the door before the thing even landed. All of Tulis watched– from the stands, and from viewers at home who tuned into the broadcast.

She was the only female on the planet.

Huh. So this is what mom felt like all those years ago. 

“RAN!”

She shouldered her sword as she walked to an angry Eon.

Her skirt was short, shirt torn, braid messy, but Eon eyed her like he wanted to either eat her pussy until he drowned or kill her with pleasure.

She wouldn’t mind if he multitasked. It would be an honor to go out with him between her legs.

“Hey. You were taking too damn long, so I decided to show up and finish the job for…”

She dropped to her knees when a dagger was tossed at her. She ran for the meatier of the three Tulisians, sword arched in front of her. She batted away an incoming knife before clashing with him, nearly falling. She used her small frame to her advantage, slicing his side as she ducked behind him, kicked the back of his knee, and gave him a swift death.

She looked to Eon to see how he was fending. One male was down, and he was going for the other.

She jogged to him, only to get dragged down and lose her sword when something snared around her waist. She looked at the bright blue, glowing rope and panicked when she recognized it. Only lieutenant could generate this with their armor.

Siox had her.

“Eon!”

She scratched at the rope as it dragged her across the sand. She was airborne for a few seconds as she was hauled into a hovering spaceship.

Warmth surrounded her hand. Her wild hair blocked much of her vision, but she knew it was Eon that was holding her hand and trying to pull her free.

“Behind you!” she warned him, tried to kick out her leg to hit the Tulisian that was charging.

Eon didn’t turn on time. His back was torn open by a slice of a sword.

He grunted and fell, felling her go.

Ran screamed and kicked out as she was pulled higher. The door slammed shut, and she lost sight of Eon.

“Lieutenant Ran. I missed you.”

She turned around, swatted Siox’s reaching hand, and spat on his face. “Fuck you.”

He grinned, her spit dripping down his cheek.

[There will be FIVE chapters published this week :) I will update from Tuesday-Saturday back to back!]