| Feel It Zan walked down the streets of New York, smiling to himself. His stupid followers didn�t realize that the king couldn�t die by mortal means. No bullet or car or baseball bat could kill him. Why they hadn�t figured that out, he didn�t know. He walked past a black Mustang, waved his hand over it and started the car. He found the car unlocked and drove away. Destination � Roswell, New Mexico. As Zan drove to Roswell, he didn�t realize that his lover, Ava, his second-in-command, Rath, and Rath�s lover, Vilandra, or Lonnie as she�s called, were leaving Roswell and headed for New York. Zan drove down the interstate highways, only stopping for the two hours of sleep he needed in order to have an alright day. Once, some guy tried to steal his car and Zan ended up having to kill him and dragged him off to the side of the road and kicked him into a ditch, face down. He drove and he drove. To him, it felt like he had been driving for forever when it had only been about a week. He didn�t even stop to eat. He was too angry to eat. He wanted to settle the score with the traitors and show them who was the boss. He finally reached Roswell. What a dump, he thought. He parked the car in front of a small restaurant called the Crashdown. He didn�t really care about the strange looks he got; he just slipped into a booth and waited for a waitress to bring him a menu. �Hi, I�m Liz and I�ll . . . Max?� Liz said when she saw the guy in the booth. �Who�s Max?� Zan asked the girl who looked like she could be good for a spell under the sheets. �Oh I�m sorry. You just look like my boyfriend,� Liz said, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of red. �Um, I�m Liz and I�ll be your waitress for today. Is there anything I can get you?� �Yeah a menu and your phone number,� Zan said, throwing one arm on the back of the booth and spreading his legs to get in a more comfortable position. �In case you have crud in your ears, I said before that I have a boyfriend and I�ll get you a menu in a moment,� Liz said, rolling her eyes as she turned around. Feisty, just the way I like �em, Zan thought to himself. He watched Liz and smiled at the blonde chick who looked at him. But when he got a dirty look from the big guy behind the kitchen, he stared right back. �Liz, Maria, I don�t want you going over to that guy in the booth. The one with the bad hair,� Michael said, breaking his and Zan�s stare. �Why not?� Maria asked. �He looks dangerous,� Michael said. �Concerned about us?� Liz asked playfully. �Yes I am,� Michael said, going back to flip the burgers on the grill. �I can�t just be rude Maria,� Liz turning around to face the kitchen. She could feel Zan�s eyes watching her. �Says who?� Maria asked. �Maria,� Liz said, turning back around so that she could bring Zan a menu. �Here�s your menu.� �Thanks sweet thing,� he said with a wink. Liz rolled her eyes and could feel Zan�s eyes watching her walk away. �I really wish he would stop staring at my butt!� Liz told Maria when she went inside the back room. �Can�t say that it isn�t a bad view,� Maria said with a wink. �Shut up,� Liz said, slapping her on the arm and with a smile on her face. �I wish I could stay Gidget but I can�t. I�ve got to go clean up the house before mom gets home from her trip to Texas,� Maria said, heading for the kitchen. Liz smiled to herself and went back outside to Zan. �Have you decided what you�d like to eat?� �Yeah but you aren�t on the menu,� Zan said. �Look, if you are just going to sit there and make jokes, I�d be more than happy to have Michael throw you out!� she yelled, pointing at the door. �Chill baby,� Zan said, looking her up and down. �I�ll take a Will Smith burger with a side of Saturn rings.� �Fine,� Liz said, annoyed. She walked back to the kitchen window and told Michael his order. Liz stood there and watched Michael make Zan�s order, dreading taking the food to him. �Ding!� went the bell, signaling that an order was ready. �Order up,� Michael said. He shrugged as Liz sighed and took Zan�s food off the counter. �Is there anything else you need?� Liz said, trying to make an effort to be nice. �Yeah for you to join me,� Zan said. �Will that get you to stop talking to me like I�m a . . . a slut?!� Liz exclaimed. When Zan�s simple nod answered her question, Liz threw up her hands and said, �Fine!� Zan watched her walk away and smiled to himself as he ate his burger, waiting for her to return. When she returned, she didn�t have her apron on. �I take it you�re on break?� he asked, trying not to sound to perverted. �Gee you�re observant,� Liz said, sitting across from him with her arms folded. He saw her small breasts peak out from her uniform and he smiled, imagining Liz underneath him without that uniform. �So what time do you get off work?� �What does it matter to you?� Liz asked, annoyance filling her voice. Why can�t he just go away, she thought. �Well, I�d like to see more of you, if you know what I mean,� Zan winked. �Oh my God! You are so . . . so . . . urgh!� Liz screamed and got up and ran into the back room. �Liz, what�s wrong?� Michael asked, grabbing her by the arms. �That guy out there, just asked to �see more of me�!� Liz screamed, putting quotation marks in the air. �You want me to kill �em for ya?� Michael asked, standing up straight, clenching his fists by his side. �No, I think I can handle him but you�ll be the first one to know if I need any help,� Liz said. �This is the last time I�m going to speak to him.� �Did you think about what I said?� Zan asked, seeing Liz walk toward him. �Here�s your check. Pay at the register,� Liz said, throwing the ticket on the table and walking away. Zan laughed and walked over to the register and paid the man behind the register and walked out to his car. He could feel her. Her anger towards him, how turned on she was by him. He felt everything she felt about him. But he couldn�t stay there, she would see him eventually and she would probably have him arrested for stalking. So he drove to the other side of town and he could still feel her. It was at 10:30 that night when Liz finally was able to get calm enough to get a little sleep. But she still felt like something was amiss � the only thing she didn�t know was that what was keeping her from getting a good night�s rest was right outside her window. Since Liz was a very light sleeper, it didn�t take much for Zan�s no knowledge of her bedroom to wake her up. �What are you doing here?� she asked, turning on the light and hugging her sheet to her naked chest. �I just came to see you,� he said, sitting on the trunk in front of her window with a little smirk. �How did you know where I lived?� she asked, not liking the fact that he was in her room and she was naked. �I can feel you. It�s one of the little joys of being king. I did tell you I was a king, didn�t I?� he said, walking over to her. �I�m the king of a whole galaxy. Have you ever been with a king before Liz?� �I�ve never been with anybody,� she said, not liking the fact that Zan was walking closer and closer to her bed � and to her. �That�s a lie and you know it,� Zan said, leaning over her as he climbed onto the bed and on top of her. �No it�s not!� she yelled. �Ssh. You wouldn�t want you parents to hear you would you?� Zan said, covering her mouth. �They�d walk in here and find you with a fucked up version of your little, sweet Max leaning over you with your sheet off of your body.� Liz shivered without thinking as Zan�s hand moved from her mouth to rip her sheet away from her body. �What the?� she yelled. �Ssh. Remember what I said earlier,� Zan growled, looking at her naked body. She looked as good as he imagined. �I�ve never been with anyone,� Liz said quietly, hoping that Zan couldn�t see her heart beating in her chest because it was beating so hard and so fast. �That�s bull shit,� Zan said, thrusting a new up into her center. When he heard her moan, �You�ve been with that Max person.� �No, I haven�t,� she said, enjoying the rush of hormones and emotions she was feelings. �Yes you have. Otherwise, you wouldn�t have shuddered and moaned when I thrusted into you," he said, putting a hand down in between her legs. �You don�t realize how wet you are, do you?� �No,� she said, giving into her desires. �Put your hand where mine is,� Zan commanded, pushing his hand further into her. She bucked her hips towards his hand and did as he commanded. �God, I�m so wet,� she said, rubbing her hand around her center before thrusting a finger into her depths. �Oh no,� he said, tearing her hand away from her body. �Nothing goes in there but my cock, do you understand?� he said, holding both hands in a tight grip. When she nodded, he let of her wrists and commanded her to take off his clothes. Liz stood up and smiled sensuously as she put her hands on Zan�s chest and slid off his leather vest. Then she tucked her hands inside his pants and felt the very tip of his cock as she pulled his shirt over his head. She kissed his chest gently and traced the tattoos on him with her tongue. Zan felt a rush of hormones that he had never experienced before. Maybe it was because this girl was so innocent to the world � not the sultry vixen who was unzipping his pants. But at that point in time, he really didn�t care. All he wanted was to feel Liz�s soft tongue on his cock. Liz watched Zan�s eyes roll back into his head as her hair brushed pass his cock as she leaned down to take his pants completely off. He wasn�t wearing any underwear, which made her job even easier. �What do you want me to do?� she asked when she stood back up. She wrapped her arms around him and gently bit his shoulder. �Suck me and suck me hard,� he said, pushing her down. �Okay,� she said as she took his big, hard cock into her mouth. She sucked him gently at first, playing the base of his cock. When she began rolling her tongue around him, he groaned and held her head to him, making more of his cock go inside her mouth. �Bite me dammit!� he commanded. When he felt her surprise, he felt her bite down on him hard, hurting him. He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the bed. Liz almost screamed until she felt Zan take one hard nipple into his mouth and suck it so hard, it left a mark. She held his head to her and arched her back so that he could get more of her. Zan had his hand behind her back and the other on the other breast. He kneaded the breast so hard that it hurt but when he heard Liz moan, he knew that it was a painful pleasure. When he switched nipples, he heard he hiss when the cold air hit her nipple and made it harden even more. Liz reached in between them and stroked his cock. She enjoyed it when she grabbed him hard, he bit down on her nipple. She did that a lot simply because she liked the response they both got. She positioned herself in front of his cock and whispered in his ear, �I want you inside me.� Zan didn�t have to be told twice. He thrusted into her as hard as he could. He continued his deep thrusts until they both came in a frenzy of sweat and moans. He wrapped his arms around Liz as she tried to catch her breath. �I was better than Max wasn�t I?� Zan asked. �Oh yeah. Didn�t you feel it?� Liz asked with a wink. �I felt it and I felt you. You had never experienced a screw like that before,� Zan said, rolling over on top of Liz. �You never had anybody fuck you before, did they Liz? Your sweet little Max took it slow and sweet. I didn�t. You felt that too, didn�t you?� When she didn�t answer, he grabbed her wrists in a strong hold and asked her again, �Didn�t you feel it?!� �Hell yes I felt it! Didn�t you feel how wet I was with you?! Max never commented on that when he and had sex! He never *told* me to anything! He never touched me that way you touched me! Does that answer your question?� Liz said, sitting up and looking at him square in the face. �Yeah, that answers my question but you�re tired. You need to get some sleep,� Zan said, pushing aside some of her hair. �I�m not tired,� Liz said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. �Bull. You�re forgetting that I�m a king so I know everything. You�re thinking right now about how much you want to screw me again but you�re so tired that you don�t think you�d be able to keep up,� Zan said, laying her down on the bed. �Mean person,� she said, lying next to him. She didn�t see Zan wave his hand over her head as she drifted off to sleep. When Liz awoke the next day, Zan was gone. When she started to panic, she saw a note written to her with very familiar handwriting on the pillow next to her. Dear Liz, I�m sorry that I had to go but since I have determined that the traitors have left and gone back to New York so that�s where I have to go. I have to show those bastards who�s the *real* king is. Don�t worry � I won�t forget you or last night. You never know when I might pop back up and come and see you. I�ll make sure that your Max-y isn�t around so that we won�t get caught. I promise to come see you soon so have another rumble under the covers. Every time I see another girl, I�ll think of you. See you around. Oh, and by the way, my name is, Zan Liz sat there, clutching the paper to her chest, thinking of last night. She couldn�t believe that she had been treated as a one-night stand. �Don�t worry � I won�t forget last night . . . Every time I see another girl, I�ll think of you,� she heard Zan say in her head. �Oh Zan, why did you have to leave?� Liz said to her bedroom. **Meanwhile** Zan drove his black Mustang down the interstate, thinking about Liz. He could still feel her mouth around his cock and could still hear her voice when she came. He reached over to the seat next to him and picked up the picture of Liz he took while she slept, he said, �Next month Liz. Next month.� The End |