by Sue Lyndon
Have you caught feelings for me?
What will this mean for the future?
These questions and more pressed into her mind, but she didn’t dare voice them aloud. She didn’t wish to dampen the mood, and she very much wished to see this encounter through to the end—even if she regretted it come tomorrow.
Her heart lodged in her throat when his gaze turned affectionate. Had anyone ever looked at her with such warmth before? She didn’t think so. Not even… no, she wouldn’t think of him now.
Though General Zamek was on top of her, he was careful not to put his full weight upon her, which given his massive size, she appreciated. Thus far, he’d been a thoughtful lover.
I want to fuck you until you are raw.
The words he’d spoken but minutes ago replayed in her head and a heated flush engulfed her entire body. Well, she supposed his technique was about to get a lot rougher, at least once he entered her anyway. Her pussy spasmed at the prospect of him plunging his enormously swollen cock into her depths.
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder. He continued to work his way down her body, kissing her arms, her breasts—paying special attention to her nipples—and her stomach as well. Oh my God. He was going even lower.
He nudged her thighs apart and reached for her center, then he splayed her folds wide and allowed his warm breath to drift over her aching parts. She shuddered and reached for his head, drawing her fingers through his coarse dark locks.
He darted his tongue out, placing it directly atop her clit, then growled. The vibration surged through her and made her writhe on the bed, but he held her down and proceeded to lick up and down her inner folds.
Pulling back slightly, he peered up at her. “You’re even more delicious than I imagined, human. I could feast on you ten times a day and still never get my fill.” His head dipped between her thighs and he resumed lapping at her core, his expert ministrations driving her wild.
All coherent thought fled her mind. She floated in a blissful haze, her pleasure mounting with each rapid beat of her heart.
He started swirling his tongue around her clit and she moaned at the sensation. Not slowing his pace, he moved a hand to her entrance, tracing through her wetness.
“Oh!” Her head fell to the side and she gripped his hair harder, digging her nails into his scalp. He growled in response and swirled upon her clit faster.
Then, without warning, he drove a finger deep inside her.
She gasped at the sudden fullness. Yes, even with the one finger, she felt quite full. He was a massive male, and his hands were very much in proportion to the rest of his body.
When he withdrew slightly, only to add a second finger during his next plunge, she trembled with need and arched her center into his touch, craving more.
“You’re getting so wet, Layla.” His eyes flickered to hers. Her essence gleamed on his lips and he gave her a dark smile that sent jolts of anticipation through her. “I intend to make you gush with wetness, human, and after you’ve reached your pleasure, I’m going to pound into you until you beg for mercy.”
Chapter 12
Well, General Zamek certainly had his dirty talk down. The crass things he said made her quiver with need and sent heated tingles throughout her body.
He commenced a steady thrusting motion into her pussy with his two thick digits, all the while circling her clit with his tongue, applying more and more pressure with each swipe.
Her release crashed into her with all the force of a tidal wave, and she writhed beneath him as he held her down, still lapping at her clit. Once the last vestiges of her orgasm faded, he withdrew his fingers from her core and gave her nubbin one final swipe with his tongue. Extra sensitive after her release, she gasped and jerked at the sensation.
Another dark smile crossed his features. Holding her gaze, he quickly wiped his mouth on the back of his arm—which made her flush with shame (she couldn’t believe how wet she’d gotten)—then he yanked her off the bed, forcing her to her knees on the floor.
His hard cock jutted out before her and she immediately surmised his intent.
“If you know what’s good for you, human, you’ll start sucking right now. I want your belly full of my seed when I finally fuck you.”
Again with the dirty talk. Heated spasms assailed her, and she found herself moving forward to accept his girth in her mouth. He tasted musky but pleasant, a continuation of his enticing masculine scent.
The drop of precum on the tip of his cock tasted salty but somehow different from a human man’s, though she rapidly pushed this thought aside. She wanted to enjoy this without comparing him to her previous human lovers, including the one who’d gotten her into this mess in the first place—he who shall not be named.
General Zamek grasped her hair, holding her head in place, and began thrusting in and out of her mouth, setting a rapid pace. She struggled to accept his huge cock and gagged a few times when it hit the back of her throat. A dark chuckle left him. Heat coiled inside her and her clit resumed pulsing, as if she hadn’t just had the best orgasm of her life only seconds ago. His roughness and his dominance enthralled her. Despite herself, a wave of submission washed over her, and she found herself wishing to please him.
She hollowed her cheeks and obediently accepted each rapid thrust of his cock, and eventually she stopped gagging whenever he hit the back of her throat. His length swelled larger in her mouth—if that were possible—and he emitted a fierce growl that echoed off the walls.
“You’re to swallow every last drop,” he said in a voice full of command. “If you fail to do so, we’ll start this all over again.”
She glanced up and shuddered at the ominous intent in his eyes. He meant it. If she didn’t manage to swallow all of his seed—how much stuff did a Kall male produce anyway?—he would start this whole process again. He likely wouldn’t have to wait more than a minute either, as Kall males possessed remarkable stamina, or so she’d heard.
A second later, he erupted into her mouth with another intense growl. His salty warmth rolled over her tongue and hit the back of her throat. Oh dear God in heaven. She gulped once, twice, and finally a third time, just to get it all down.
His cock pulsed in her mouth, practically vibrating, and her core spasmed as she considered how it might feel when he emptied himself into her pussy.
Finally, he withdrew from her mouth and peered down at her with a look of growing warmth. He looked… pleased. She beamed inwardly, knowing she’d done a good job of sucking his cock and swallowing every last drop just as he’d ordered.
He cupped her face with one large hand. “Such a good little human. Now, get on the bed. I’m not finished with you yet.”
He helped her to her feet and guided her back to the bed, where he arranged her on her hands and knees. She’d expected as much—Kall males usually mounted their females from behind—and she trembled in place as she awaited that first hard plunge.
Joining her on the bed, he situated himself behind her and grasped her hips, pulling her back until his cock rested directly at the part of her that was aching most fervently. Oh God yes. Oh please.
He released one of her hips and dragged his cock through her vast moisture. Teasing her. Coaxing her. Driving her mad with lust. If she knew him better, she might’ve called him a bastard. But, despite this encounter they were sharing, she didn’t feel comfortable enough around him to call him such a name.
Though she’d consented to this, he still held more power than her in their relationship.
Ugh, relationship. She cringed at the word.
This wasn’t a relationship by any means, nor could it ever be. She was his prisoner, the human who’d been given to him to slake his need for revenge.
He pushed on her lower back, forcing her to arch her center upward at an obscene angle that no doubt gave him a view of everything between her thighs. He dipped a finger into her wetness and pushed at her anus.
When she jerked at his touch and t
ried to dip down, he tightened his hold, forcing her to remain in place for his explorations.
“Be good, little human, or I’ll smack your bottom.” His tone was both dominant and playful, and his threat didn’t frighten her. Instead, his words made the aching inside her deepen and drew a needy whimper from her lips.
“Please, General,” she begged. “You mustn’t touch me there.”
In response to her pleas, he nudged harder against her most private hole, until he breached her tight entrance, inserting the tip of his thick finger.
No matter how hard she tried to evade his touch, he held her in place. She wondered if he would really spank her if she continued fighting him. But she soon found out. He made a tsking noise deep in his throat, then withdrew his finger from her bottom.
“I warned you, Layla, and you’re still being naughty and won’t hold still. I simply wish to test how tight this bottom hole of yours is.” He spread his palm across her backside and tapped lightly, as if preparing his aim. “And now, since you were insubordinate, you’re going to get your bottom smacked. Perhaps this will teach you that I expect your absolute obedience in the bedroom.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but a quick smack landed upon her cheeks. She gasped, though the sting wasn’t bad. In fact, it was so light it didn’t really hurt.
He gave her another light smack, then another.
She whimpered and found herself arching her back farther, inviting his playful discipline, even as a wave of nerves assailed her, because she was quite aware that he could make it painful if he wished.
In total, he gave her five light smacks, and the slight sting coalesced with the mounting heat between her thighs, causing her to ache and moan and tremble on her hands and knees as she waited for him to touch her pussy again. Or even her bottom hole.
Though embarrassing, the pressure of his finger inside her had driven her wild, the fullness overwhelming yet intoxicating. No one had ever touched her there before.
“Your bottom has some color to it now, human,” he said in a mock stern tone that sent tingles through her. “What a naughty little female you are. Are you going to behave, or should I give you a few more smacks?”
Oh. My. God.
She was about to orgasm from his dirty talk alone.
“I-I’ll be good, sir.” Sir? Where had that come from?
He splayed her bottom wide apart and resumed touching her anus, nudging at it a few times before once again plunging inside, this time deeper than before. A guttural moan escaped her, and she promptly flushed, embarrassed that such a noise had come from her.
He groaned. “Just as I suspected, you’re very, very tight. I bet you’ve never taken a cock in this hole, have you?”
She gasped at the increasing fullness as he pushed even deeper, unable to summon a response.
“Answer me, human. Have you ever had a cock here before?”
“No, General. You-you are the fi-first to ever touch me-me there.”
“Is that so?”
She nodded and gasped when he withdrew only to drive into her again with that thick finger of his. He soon created a thrusting rhythm, fucking her ass with his huge digit.
“You like this, Layla.” He growled. “The scent of your arousal is becoming stronger in the air, and I can see your nether folds glistening brighter. You’re so fluxxing wet I’ve half a mind to feast on your pussy again before I fuck it.”
“Please fuck it instead.” Oh hell, had she really just said that? And in such a whiny tone?
He chuckled at her needy response and continued plunging in and out of her ass. Her pussy clenched and she whimpered when it clamped down on nothing. She really hoped he filled her up with his cock soon before she lost her mind.
Finally—thank the universe—he withdrew his finger from her ass and lined up his cock with her aching center. He entered her a moment later, driving into her so hard she yelped, and she almost sobbed with relief.
Finally. He’s finally inside me.
He stilled within her for a few seconds, allowing her time to get used to his size. And oh what a size. If she wasn’t already so wet, she would probably be in pain. Well-endowed as he was, she doubted he was fully submerged in her, but she appreciated that he seemed to know just how deep to go without causing her damage.
He grasped her hips and withdrew almost the entire way only to thrust into her again. Repeating this process, he set an intense rhythm as he fucked her just as ruthlessly as he’d promised.
Growls emanated from his chest, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh soon filled the room. Pressure coiled in her lower belly as another orgasm approached. With each rapid plunge, his balls smacked directly atop her clit, sending her closer and closer to the heights of ecstasy.
His cock stiffened inside her and just as she felt the first spurt of his seed filling her, a powerful release swept through her, stealing her breath and draining her of all energy. He pumped into her a few more times, his cock jerking so fast it felt like it was vibrating. She shuddered and gasped for air, and if he weren’t holding her up, she would have collapsed on the mattress.
When he finally withdrew from her core, she was very aware of his warm seed inside her, and her face heated when some of it escaped her pussy to trickle down her inner thighs.
He released her and she buckled forward onto the bed and curled up on her side, still trying to take in enough air. Once she settled somewhat, she dared a glance at General Zamek, who hadn’t yet moved. Kneeling in the middle of the bed, with his still-hard cock jutting out like a weapon, he was staring at her with a heated expression that made her insides quiver.
What happened now? Would he leave her cell? Or would he stay for a while? She didn’t dare hope that he would lay down beside her and cuddle. General Zamek most assuredly did not look like a cuddler.
But to her great shock, he slowly crawled down beside her and gathered her close to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. In this position, her ear rested directly over his heart, and the steady beating of it soon lulled her into a comfortable trance. She wrapped her arms around him in response, hugging him of her own free will for the very first time.
He didn’t speak, and neither did she.
They simply held onto one another as the Tammusha sped through the stars.
Chapter 13
“How long until we reach the Bexxanian warbird?” Zamek asked. He stood on the bridge, agitated that he’d been pulled away from Layla sooner than he would’ve liked, but also filled with the familiar bloodlust that preceded battle. The Bexxanians would pay for what they’d done to the Verrsuans. He would make certain of it.
“Approximately fifty hurlons,” replied one of the crew.
“Good. Check our weapons system and be ready to divert power to weapons at a moment’s notice. The Bexxanians are known for using radar displacement technology. We think they are fifty hurlons away, but they could be closer.”
“Yes, General,” several of the crew said in unison.
“Keep me informed.” Zamek departed the bridge and headed for his quarters, where he immediately set about sharpening his weapons. If they managed to board the Bexxanian warbird, he would lead the charge onto the alien vessel.
Once he finished sharpening the weapons, he donned his belt and fixed his sword, battle-ax, and many knives into place, then he strode quickly to the training room where he’d promised to meet Amorrga. The Verrsuan had little time to prepare for the upcoming fight, but at least the male had recovered from his injuries.
As he sparred with Amorrga, teaching the Verrsuan the best techniques for hand-to-hand combat against a Bexxanian, he couldn’t quite stay focused. His thoughts kept straying to his little human prisoner. Layla. His heart warmed as he recalled how peaceful he’d felt while holding her in the aftermath of their rigorous mating session.
Mating. Each time he thought of what had happened between them, the word mating came to mind, rather than sex or fucking. He frowned and guil
t swelled inside him, distracting him enough to allow Amorrga to almost take off his head with a sword.
The Verrsuan appeared surprised and paused to stare dumbly at Zamek, but Zamek was quick to disarm Amorrga during his shocked pause. They moved on to knives after practicing for a while with the swords, but still his mind wouldn’t quiet.
Shessema. He felt as though he were betraying her memory. It was bad enough that he was doing so only a few moon cycles after her death, but even worse that he was doing so with the human female who’d been married to her killer. Perhaps he had lost his mind.
Part of him yearned to return to Layla at the earliest opportunity, but another part of him—the part ravaged by guilt and grief—wanted to keep away from her. Fluxx. All his life, he’d endeavored to follow the correct course, to be a strong, resilient warrior who upheld the traditions and protected the interests of his people, but for the first time he found himself wavering and uncertain about his next step.
After he finished sparring with Amorrga, he visited the bridge for a status update. The location of the Bexxanian warbird hadn’t moved, which was strange. Surely the aliens had detected his warship’s approach by now. Why weren’t they moving? Nevertheless, the Tammusha would continue to their location at full speed.
Five other Kall warships were also converging upon the Bexxanian warbird’s location, and all five ships would arrive at about the same time. It was unusual for a Bexxanian vessel to travel alone and Zamek wouldn’t be surprised if the Tammusha’s sensors soon detected additional enemy ships in the vicinity.
Zamek headed for the largest training room on his warship, where Commander Vavvis was conducting a readiness exercise for all five hundred Kall warriors aboard the Tammusha. He observed the warriors sparring with one another, all of them in top form, and satisfaction filled him. Whatever awaited them fifty hurlons away, his warriors would be prepared. The Bexxanians wouldn’t stand a chance.
But even as he observed the readiness exercise, he could not vanquish Layla from his thoughts. After returning to his quarters for a brief spell, where he removed his weapons’ belt and checked over several reports that needed his attention, he decided to go check on her.
