by Ella Maven
Except, I’d already tried that and look how far that had gotten me. It hadn’t even taken me a full rotation to fail in resisting her.
Carefully wrapping the furs up to her little chin, I eased myself off the bedding and set about getting us some food. She’d refused the moira I’d killed yesterday, but greedily ate the fruits, so I slipped out the door and plucked some from a nearby bush. I also dug up some yona roots that tasted well in a seasoned soup. I didn’t have many ingredients, but I could make do with what I had.
Mave had been the cook in our family from a very young age, and even now I could feel the slap of the spoon on my skin when she chastised me for stealing a bite before she deemed it ready. The thought of my sister soured my gut, as it always did. I wondered when I’d be able to look back at her fondly without the memory of her choking on her own blood in my arms.
I shook my head, thoughts dark, as I trudged back to the house with a bundle of food in my arms. I preferred meat but I didn’t want to take the time to hunt something down. Reba hadn’t liked when I’d left her yesterday, and I didn’t want to scare her again. As for meat? She refused to eat it. I wondered if that had something to do with her affection for the welf pup. Did they not eat animals on Earth?
Back at the hut, Reba was still sleeping. After restarting the fire, I drug over a basin and filled it with qua. I filled that with sliced-up yona and some herbs I’d scrounged up. I left it all to cook in the rapidly heating water.
In the corner, Luna had found a rodent. She played with it for a while, batting the poor squeaking thing between her paws before she bit down. The squeaking stopped.
“You’re a resourceful little runt, aren’t you?” I asked her.
She just looked at me, her little head cocked. I couldn’t believe Reba had convinced me to keep a welf cub, but she’d been so adamant, and the little furry ball had made her smile. I had to admit, her kindness toward the abandoned animal—I hadn’t missed the mother’s body nearby—had been endearing. Kindness was in short supply in my life.
I sighed and rubbed my forehead, wondering how the hell I was going to deal with these… feelings. Just the memory of touching Reba’s flesh had my cock thickening in my pants, eager to have her again. I gazed at her still form in the bed. What I wouldn’t give to have the freedom to lay beside her, palm her pretty cunt and suck on her neck until she woke, rolled over, and spread her legs for me…
The smell of the fragrant soup hit my nose just as Reba stirred. She blinked her eyes open, and I watched as she slowly came to consciousness. She stared at the ceiling and then with a jolt, jerked up to her elbows and looked frantically around the hut. When she spotted me, she exhaled and offered me a soft smile.
I was done for. I knew as soon as she calmed at the sight of me I would do anything for her. She was my duty and my purpose. My Night Kings tagged burned on my arm as I considered going lonas for her. Leaving my brother, my males, the only family I’d had since most of my own perished in the virus. Did Reba have any idea of my devotion to her?
No, I’d still return home. I’d face Daz like a true warrior and explain what I’d done. If he shunned me, then that would be what Fatas demanded. But I would be truthful and honorable, not skulk away with Reba in the middle of the night.
The soft smile remained on her face as she rose with a fur wrapped around her nakedness and padded toward me on small pale feet. Her nose was in the air, and she sniffed delicately before approaching the fire to peer into the basin.
“Smulls gut,” she said.
Then, her eyes lit up as Luna—who had thankfully finished her rodent meal—bounded over to yip and paw at Reba’s ankles.
“Hullo, leetle wun,” Reba cooed, her voice taking on high, breathy quality. “Deed u eat?” She gazed over at the remaining small bones of Luna’s morning meal and wrinkled her nose. “Kess so.”
The soup bubbled happily just as Reba’s stomach rumbled. With pink cheeks, she shot me a look. I rose to my feet. My female was hungry, so I needed to feed her.
I spread a fur onto the floor and directed her to sit down. Scrounging up some bowls out of the trunk of supplies, I poured the soup into one, making sure to get plenty of the filling and nutritious yona for Reba. I placed it down in front of her, and she gave me another one of those pretty smiles. “Dank uu.”
But then she… didn’t eat it. She didn’t do anything. She sniffed it and poked at the yona swimming in the hot liquid. When she did so, she quickly yanked back her hand. “Oooh hawt.” She blew on her finger.
Could she not touch the food? I stabbed a yona from my own bowl with a claw and stuck it in my mouth. She watched me chew and then said. “Kess u doo nut huv a spune?”
What did she need? I shuffled over to her and speared a yona chunk from her bowl. I held it up to her mouth, and, with her eyes on me, she tentatively stretched out her neck. Her little blunt teeth closed around the yona and drug it off my claw. Her eyes went wide as she chewed. “Mmmm!” she murmured. “Like a curret.” A bit of juice dripped down her chin, and I couldn’t resist, eager to keep her clean and well-cared for.
I lapped at the juice, curling my tongue around her jaw and lower lip. At the first touch, she jerked back with a sharp inhale, but when I persisted, she remained in place. By the time I pulled away, her chest heaved, and her cheeks were flushed. The look immediately took me back to the previous night. That was how she’d looked when she was wet and wanting me. Did she want me again? Could I be so lucky?
Reba
He’d licked me. With his tongue. A tongue that did wicked things to my nipples and I embarrassingly couldn’t stop imagining doing more creative things to my clit.
This morning he hadn’t left me. He’d fed Luna and he’d made me soup. No meat anywhere in sight. This big beautiful alien watched me with those dark eyes like I held all the answers to life, and I hadn’t ever been looked at like that in my life.
And now his eyes swirled violet and indigo, and his neck was corded with tension. His fangs peeked out from beneath his parted lips as he panted, the bulge in his pants nearly obscene. He wanted me again, and fuck it, I wanted him too.
With careful movements, I unwrapped the furs from my body, revealing my nakedness. My breasts still bore the red marks from his attention, and my pussy ached slightly—a good ache. One that meant I’d been more than satisfied.
Ward’s chest rumbled, a deep growl that grew and grew until he gripped my thighs with powerful hands and tugged. I slid toward him, and before my back hit the floor, his head was between my legs. I had enough time to grab his horns before his mouth was on me. The long, strong tongue licked a path past my entrance to swirl around my clit, the metal balls raking on the engorged blood-filled nub until I was writhing and babbling. Luna, who at first was curious as to what we were doing, retreated to her corner like she knew we wanted privacy.
As for Ward, he ate. His fangs nipped and his tongue danced, and he sucked my clit like his life depended on me orgasming until I had a heart attack.
And me? I humped his face. There was no delicate way to put it. I held his horns like a roller coaster safety bar and bucked up into his mouth as he did his best to hold down my thrusting hips with his strong hands.
And then, he plunged his tongue inside me and began a purr. The vibrations zinged through me like an electrical shock, racing up my spine to detonate behind my eyes. When I came, it was like entering into a tornado. My skin tingled and my head spun, and I shouted out my release as I held Ward’s face to me in a death grip. He worked me through it, that vibrating tongue turning me inside out until it was too much, too sensitive, and I shoved his head away.
He rose above me, his face glistening with my fluids, his eyes nearly feral as he yanked down his pants and shoved his thick cock inside me. I screamed, and he froze above me, his eyes going wide as concern leached through the lust.
I reached up and clawed his shoulders, bucking against him. “Don’t you dare stop,” I growled. “Fuck me.”
And he did. Hard. He rose up onto his knees, bringing me with him so only my shoulders remained on the fur beneath us. He slammed his hips into me until I felt his heavy balls slap my ass. He grunted and huffed like a bull. I knew I’d have bruises for days, and I didn’t care. I wanted them. I needed them.
My next orgasm slammed into me, stealing my breath and vision as Ward fucked me through it like he was possessed. I was his to use, and I reveled in the mind-numbing escape of being his, being owned by this big blue alien who rescued me and took care of me. Fuck everything else on this damn planet. Ward was all I cared about. Who cared if we could never communicate with words? We sure as hell knew how to speak with our bodies.
He came with a roar, his head thrown back and his neck corded with muscle and sinew. His hands dug into my thighs, his extended claws piercing until the hut filled with the coppery tang of blood. It wasn’t until he dropped my legs that I felt the small pricks of pain on my upper thighs.
Ward collapsed nearly on top of me, catching himself on extended arms, fists on either side of my body, as he caught his breath. His eyes cast down my body, and when he spied the small drops of blood spilled down my outer thighs, he froze. His gaze darted to my face, and if I wasn’t mistaken, it was the first time I’d seen true alarm in his eyes.
I smiled, not really caring about a little sex injury. Which was crazy. He could have sliced me with those claws, but yet I knew, I just knew, he wouldn’t hurt me, at least not in any sort of real or permanent way.
Reaching out, I cupped his cheek, and offered a smile. He seemed to respond well to my smiles, and I’d learned it was the best tool to get my way or soothe him. “It’s okay. I barely feel it.”
He swallowed thickly, and then bent down. His tongue snaked out, and I was considering pushing him away—my clit was way, way overworked—but instead all he did was slowly and carefully lap at the tiny pricks on my thighs, cleaning the blood with long drags. I shivered at the feeling and watched as he cleaned me with half-closed eyes before moving up further to lick at my entrance. When I squirmed, he slowed and finally stopped. With a contented sigh, he lay along my side and placed one large palm over my pussy. I froze, wondering if he was going to play some more, but all he did was stare into my eyes, his hand warm and soothing on my abused flesh. “Neh cunt,” he whispered, nudging me with his nose along my temple.
“Yours.” I whispered back.
We lay like that for a while in silence. I had always been into post-sex chatter, much to the annoyance of most of my bed partners. But now I didn’t feel the need to talk, even if he had been able to understand me.
After washing his hands in a some qua, he fed me the rest of the soup, one speared carrot-thing at a time until I was full and pushed his hands away. He encouraged me to drink the broth, which was salty and aromatic. I felt content, my belly full of warm soup, my skin still flushed from the two orgasms he’d wrung out of me.
Was this my life now? Cleaning this hut, eating soup, playing with Luna, and getting fucked to within an inch of my life by Ward? I couldn’t say I hated it. Of course, I missed literally everything about Earth like my favorite barbecue joint on the corner and the taco truck I visited every Tuesday. I missed my friends and my parents. I’d held out so much hope I was going to get back, but I had to face the fact no spaceship was coming to rescue me.
If I had to be taken into the possession of an alien, I was sure as hell glad it was Ward. He fucked like a god and let me have a dog-like animal. He didn’t force-feed me meat, and he’d saved me from getting eaten myself. Hell, he was a better boyfriend than I’d ever had, and we couldn’t even talk yet. Or maybe that was why he was a good boyfriend. Maybe if I could understand him, he’d say dumb shit like every other man I’d ever met.
After feeding me, Ward got to his feet and began cleaning up. For real. He cleaned out the bowls and wiped up spills. He stepped over to the back-corner window to throw out Luna’s scraps when a floorboard beneath his mammoth feet cracked.
He froze and looked down, a frown on his face, while I sat upright, once again tying the fur around my chest. Ward’s concentration wasn’t on me, though. I was pretty sure I could have stuck my tits in his face, and he would have pushed me out of the way. He knelt down and yanked up the floorboard. I shuffled over to get closer and saw a cloth bundle nestled in a dirt hole.
With careful hands, he drew it out and unwrapped the cloth. I had no idea what the contents were. They looked like a bunch of some sort of tech—a little circular disk and one object that looked like an infrared thermometer.
But Ward… Ward’s entire expression changed. His mouth dropped open and then he turned to me, eyes swirling until they were nearly light purple. “Uh gonua pouln!” He tapped behind my ear, his deep voice excited. “Buron hune wertiz.”
“Uh, okay. Yay!” I cheered for him even though I had no idea what was so great about the small bundle that honestly looked like random scraps from a junkyard.
He fiddled with it, all but ignoring me, and I retreated to the corner with Luna. Ruffling her fur, I growled at her playfully while she yipped and tried to nip at my fingers. Occasionally Ward would talk to himself, and I let him go. I was about to take Luna outside to try to find a stick to throw around when Ward called my name and beckoned me closer. I picked up Luna and carried her with me, depositing her on my lap as I sat cross-legged in front of Ward. “What’s up, big guy?”
He still had that excited look on his face, almost gleeful as he reached for me with one hand, the other holding a small circular disk. I let him tilt my head, trusting him fully in a way I would have to examine later.
Ward said a few words, ending with my name, and I smiled at him. He pressed the disk behind my ear, and for a second, all I felt was a cool sensation of the metal object. But a second later, the metal heated, and then what felt like claws dug into my skull. What the hell? As the pain grew to a searing level, I began to scream. Luna barked, Ward roared, and chaos erupted.
Nine
Ward
Her screams would haunt me forever. She shrieked and cried, clawing at the translator implant. My cora stopped as I reached for her, unsure what to do. The implant wasn’t supposed to hurt, was it? I didn’t remember; it’d been so long ago since the Uldani had given us our implants.
Had I broken her? Had I… killed her?
She was trying to claw it off with her blunt nails, which I knew was futile and dangerous. The implant was now embedding into her skin and skull. Ripping it off would cause permanent damage for sure.
Although it pained me, I pinned her arms to her sides as she stared at me with a look of utter betrayal as wetness coursed out of her eyes. What was that? Did that mean she was dying? I held her to me and rocked her as Luna spun in circles around us, snarling with accusatory barks.
“Please Fatas,” I prayed. “Please spare her. She’s everything I thought I’d never have. Please.”
Reba’s cries calmed, and her glistening eyes went wide.
“I’m sorry, little one,” I crooned to her. “I didn’t know this would hurt you.”
“W-Ward?” she sputtered. “H-how can I understand you?”
I froze, barely able to believe my ears. It had worked?
“Are you still in pain?
She blinked at me and prodded the implant behind her ear. “I... Actually no. The pain has faded.”
Relief coursed through me. “Thank Fatas,” I breathed. “I’m sorry. It’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone get an implant. I didn’t remember the pain.”
She winced and tugged at her arms, so I let them go. “Yeah, well, you couldn’t have warned me anyway.”
She reached behind my ear and felt the lump of the implant the Uldani embedded in my skin. “I noticed this lump before, and I wondered what it was. Could you understand me this whole time?”
I shook my head and pointed toward the updater that lay at our sides. “I used that to add as many major Earth languages to my implant as I could. I was hopi
ng you spoke one of those.”
She huffed a laugh. “Yeah, I speak English and it’s a common one since we’re colonizing bastards.” She gripped my face, her thumbs rubbing my cheeks. “So, this is real? We can talk now?”
I nodded. “It’s real. Your implant allows you to understand my words in your language. Mine does the same.”
She sucked in a breath. “I had just resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to start learning your language. This is incredible.” She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Thank you. I thought this was just some fun man-toy you were fiddling with. I had no idea what it meant. Why was it hidden?”
Some of her words made no sense to me, but I figured that would come with time. “I’m not quite sure who would have left this here, but it’s not unrealistic. During the Uprising, we raided Uldani storage facilities and stole as much tech as we could. We hid it in hundreds of places so the Uldani wouldn’t be able to steal it back. This must have been a hiding place a Drixonian forgot about.”
She stared at me with her mouth agape. “Uh, what are all those words? What’s an Uldani? I think you’re a Drixonian, right?”
She remembered our little lesson. I puffed out my chest. “I’m a Drixonian Warrior from planet Corin.”
Patting my chest, she smiled. “And I’m a human from Baltimore on Earth. Guess you don’t have any good crab cakes here, huh?”
I stared at her.
“Guess not,” she mumbled. “Anyway, so, I uh, I have a lot of questions and I don’t know where to start.”
“Why did you run?” I blurted out. “I know you ran, because I tracked your singular trail until the Rizars captured you.”
She slid away with narrowed eyes. “Why did I run away from you? Seriously?
