Alien Guardian's Baby (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran Warriors)

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clinging to my skin. I want to tear it off, but I know better than that.
    “We have to hurry,” he whispers. “We’re drawing attention.”
    “No, you’re drawing attention,” I whisper back. “Slow down.”
    A large, blob-like alien blocks our path. Its skin is light green and slightly transparent, and the creature is as round as a bowling ball.
    “Move,” Drax growls, his voice low.
    The blob makes no attempt at moving and, impatient, Drax shoves it aside, dragging me alongside him. A tendril shoots out and wraps itself around my leg in an instant, cracking like a whip.
    I stumble. The cloth tears, my blonde hair freed. The crowd gasps.
    “Drax!” I stammer as the tendril wraps itself around my thigh, dragging me towards the blob. I try to hold onto something – anything – but it’s no use.
    The blue warrior whips around, his yellow eyes burning with fire. “Let her go,” he roars. Two steps later and he’s next to me, his frost-colored axe drawn, and in a flash he cuts through the monster’s tendril, freeing me.
    Or so I thought. The tendril lives on, keeping its tight hold on me. I dig at it with my nails, tearing it apart with all my strength.
    I hear a wretched, gurgling sound, like a bath draining, and when I look up, all the blood leaves my face.
    The round blob has grown more tendrils, more than I can count, and they’re hovering around us. Drax is shielding my body with his, his axe in his hand.
    The monster’s voice sounds like a stomach burbling. “The little one is mine,” it says, though I don’t see a mouth moving. “You have no power here… Zoran.”
    A huge crowd has gathered around us, though no one makes any attempt to interfere.
    The beast’s tendrils fly forward and Drax strikes them down, one-by-one, but there are too many. Soon there are sickly-green straps wrapped around his legs, his arms, his axe, his throat. He’s lifted up into the air, kicking and struggling, while the beast laughs, its flaps shaking. It sounds like two stones being smashed together, and it makes my skin crawl.
    “Run,” Drax gasps as one tendril snakes around his throat, cutting off his air supply. “Go!”
    And leave him behind? Never.
    I reach behind me and blindly grab the first thing my fingers find, chucking it straight at the blob. It’s a transponder, and the moment it strikes the green monster its entire body convulses. The air is filled with the smell of burning plastic, and the tendrils all go limp, Drax falling to the floor from a great height.
    “Drax!”
    I rush over, my heart beating in my throat. There’s still one tendril wrapped tightly around his neck, and I struggle to tear if off. The skin underneath is bruised and nearly black.
    “Open your eyes, Drax, please!”
    His body is limp, his eyes closed. I tap his cheeks, thump on his chest, breathe into his mouth, all in a frenzy. Open your eyes, Drax. Please!
    My blue mate gasps for air, his eyes shooting wide open. He sits upright, coughing, his hand moving toward his throat.
    “You saved my life,” he says softly, his voice barely a whisper.
    Relief floods my every vein. For a split-second I’d thought I lost him and would be all alone again. I couldn’t deal with that. Not again. Not after I just found the man that seemingly completes me.
    My relief is short-lived. I lift my head and notice the crowd is still gathered around us. The motley assortment of aliens whisper amongst themselves, pointing their fingers or claws at me.
    So much for keeping a low profile. The entire station now knows we’re here.
    The crowd parts, and the last bit of hope I have left is drained. Eight more green blobs are rolling towards us, leaving a slick path on the floor as they approach, their tendrils already whipping themselves into a frenzy.
    Fuck.
    We have to run.
    “Drax, can you stand?”
    I try to pull him to his feet, as best as I’m able, but it’s no use. He’s in no state to go anywhere.
    I stand up, my fist raised in the air.

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