by T. J. Quinn
The warm light of the sun woke me up the following morning. As expected, I was in Ryoko’s arms, his stiff shaft pressed against my lower back and his hand cupping one of my breasts. Amazingly, it reacted, swelling up, my nipple instantly hardening to his mere touch.
I gasped, and his fingers captured the hard bud, slightly pinching my nipple. Pain and pleasure rushed through me in an intoxicating cocktail, and I moaned.
“This is a bad idea,” I mumbled, but there was no conviction in my tone.
“I think otherwise…” he murmured, interspersing words with kisses down my neck, setting me on fire.
I moaned and tilted my head back, eager for more, hazed by the waves of passion and lust coursing through me.
Knowing he had me where he wanted, he thrust his cock back and forth, rubbing my aching pussy, ripping loud moans from my lips.
It felt so good I finally surrendered to the inevitability of what was to come.
With a hoarse growl, he slid over me, his knees pushing my legs open until he was nestling between my legs. His lips claimed mine on a passionate kiss while his hands pulled my tunic over my head, exposing my naked body to his hungered eyes and hands.
Ryoko cupped my breasts with his big hands, the tips of his sharp claws grazing my sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure and pain rushing through me. The feeling was so inebriant I lost track of the world around us, focused on what his hands and lips were doing to me.
“Oh, God…” I mumbled when he sank his claws deeper while kissing me harder.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, breathless.
His hand slid between my legs and cupped my wet pussy, his thumb quickly finding my engorged nub and playing with it. I gasped, and my body arched underneath him as the first wave of pleasure coursed through me. It was so intense it stole my breath away as it electrified every inch of my body.
“Sweet God…!” I cried out in ragged gasps.
He smiled and kissed my lips one last time before he strolled down to my breasts, capturing one of my stiff peaks between his sharp teeth. Meanwhile, his fingers had never left my clit, caressing it relentlessly, rapidly dragging me over the edge once more.
I was still struggling to breathe when I felt his cock nestling at my entrance.
“Wait!” my warning came too late.
He was buried in me before I was able to utter the warning. Sharp pain replaced the pleasure, and I bucked.
“Damn!” I grumbled, closing my eyes to stop the tears from falling.
Knowing something was wrong, Ryoko froze in place. “What’s the matter? Am I hurting you?” he asked, clearly worried.
I took a few deep breaths before I opened my eyes and looked at him. “It’s my first time… human females have a membrane that tears the first time…” I tried to explain. “You’re probably thicker than most men on Earth.”
He tried to pull his cock out, but I stopped him. I wasn’t ready for this to end. Not like this anyway. “Don’t move, please. The pain is fading away,” I assured him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes… just stay like that, for a few moments,” I asked, and he nodded before he leaned forward and kissed me.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you… not like that,” he assured me while he kissed me again and again, each kisser more passionate than the other.
“I know!” and I did. Nothing in the way he treated me showed malevolence. All he had done had been to give me pleasure, and the way he stopped, only confirmed that.
Ryoko slid his hands back to my breasts and restarted the whole thing. Kisses and caresses slowly took me back to the path to paradise, and before I knew it, I was begging him to take me fully.
With the pain gone, his next thrust was enough to send me spiraling into paradise.
I have no idea how many times I came. His massive cock buried deep inside me was enough to send overwhelming waves of pleasure and bliss crashing on me.
His release was no less powerful. With his hands anchored on my hips, his body shuddering as much as mine, he stiffened and growled as he poured his essence deep inside me, catapulting me to one last orgasm that threw me into oblivion.
When I opened my eyes again, I was alone in bed, eagle spread, still covered in sweat, blood, and body fluids, with one word streaming through my mind.
“Wow!”
I was awed. I mean… wow…
I knew people loved sex. I just had to look around to see they would go to extreme lengths for a moment of stolen pleasure. But nothing had prepared me for what happened in that bed. The pleasure was so great it almost hurt, overwhelming all my senses and sending me into a spiral of wild feelings and sensations that stole my breath away and blew my mind.
I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands, grunting. How was this possible? And more importantly, why with him? An enemy of my people and a man I barely knew. It had only taken me a few caresses to melt underneath his touch.
I should be feeling ashamed, mortified for sleeping with the enemy, but the truth was I could only feel amazed.
“How are you feeling?” Ryoko asked from the bathroom door, startling me.
“I thought you had already left,” I mumbled, picking the sheet to cover my naked body.
“You bled. I couldn’t leave you alone,” he pointed out with a grave tone.
“Oh… that’s expected. Nothing to worry about,” I assured him, blushing.
He frowned, clearly not believing me.
“All that blood is expected?” he asked.
Chapter Eight
Ryoko
Maya rolled in bed to look at the bloodstain on the white sheets, and despite my concern, I couldn’t help my body from reacting to the sweet curves of her naked back.
Talk about a life-changing event.
Making Maya mine had shaken my universe, and I knew nothing would ever be the same. I promised her I wouldn’t rush her into anything, but waking with her in my arms and my cock smeared with her fluids had been too much temptation to resist.
“Yes… considering how big you are,” she said, looking at the stain. “I’m not bleeding anymore,” she added, avoiding my eyes.
“Are you sure? Does it still hurt you?” I asked, not sure I believed her.
“It stopped hurting right after you tore the membrane,” she said, blushing even more.
“I had never heard about it, or I would have been more careful,” I assured her, with some regret in my tone.
“Listen, the pain is inevitable the first time. It’s no big deal,” she insisted, sounding somewhat annoyed.
“The first time… what do you mean, exactly?” I asked, still not ready to drop the subject.
Her blush intensified, and now I could tell she was upset with my questions.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work? The Septians will miss you,” she pointed out, avoiding my question.
“Let me worry about the Septians. Just answer my question,” I insisted, determined to know all there was to know about her and what had happened between us.
She sighed heavily. “I had never been with a man before,” she grumbled. “Therefore, this was my first time. The bleeding only happens once,” she assured me.
“How come? The Septians are always complaining about the unauthorized sex going on in the children’s quarters,” I asked, surprised.
That possibility had never crossed my mind. They knew the kids were having sex way before the Septians considered them full adults.
“It just never happened, ok? The whole thing always felt too sordid and vulgar, and it never attracted me,” she explained, but she was clearly embarrassed.
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” I asked, trying not to sound too happy about being her first.
“You can wipe that smug grin off your face. There’s nothing special to it. It just happened, alright?” Maya grumbled, seeing right through me.
As I walked towards the bed, my smile became wider, and I knelt in front of her, cradling he
r face. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help feeling happy about it,” I whispered, my eyes locked on hers. “It only makes me more certain you were born to be mine,” I added before I kissed her, brushing her lips a couple of times before my tongue slid inside and claimed what I knew was mine until we were both breathless and the fire burning between us came to life, one more time.
“You have to go to work,” she reminded me when our lips grew apart to allow some air into our lungs.
“I can call in sick,” I teased her.
She frowned. “Is that even possible? You never missed a day before,” she asked, troubled.
Sighing, I slid out of bed. “No, I haven’t,” I admitted, knowing I should go back to the headquarters before someone noticed my absence.
I wasn’t supposed to have a clear mind, and for now, I didn’t want anyone knowing about it. It was too dangerous. Especially now, with Sylan on my back, still looking for Maya.
I slid out of bed but not before I stole another kiss from her lips. “Stay out of trouble. I brought you some books last night. Take a look at them and let me know if you like any of them,” I informed her, already regretting having to leave.
My body claimed for satisfaction. My thirst for her was insatiable.
“Thank you,” she murmured, still heaving.
“And please, eat. Make yourself at home,” I ordered, walking towards the door. “I’ll see you tonight.”
She didn’t answer me, and I didn’t expect her to. If I was overwhelmed with what happened between us, she had to be feeling it too, especially if she had never been with a man before.
During the past years, I had been with human females. The Septian females usually felt attracted by my men and me, and they often ordered us to entertain them.
While I was under the effect of the neurotoxin, it was just one more task to perform, and it meant nothing more than a physical release. As consciousness returned to me, I chose to avoid those moments as much as I could. The only female I wanted was Maya, and I was more than willing to wait for her.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t always easy to escape what the Septians called my duties, so the female’s body wasn’t new to me. I knew what they enjoyed and how to make them come.
Maya had changed things for me. All I thought I knew was obliterated by what I learned in her arms, and if one thing I knew for sure, no other female would ever feel like her. If there were doubts in my mind regarding the fact my mate was human, there were none now.
“You’re late!” the scold came from Kayla, the female Septian managing the labs, the minute I walked in.
I turned around to look at her and waited, putting on my mask and silencing my thoughts.
She huffed, frustrated with my inexpressive stare. “How I hate these stupid puppets…” she mumbled, tucking her blond hair behind her hair.
Like all Septians, she only showed disdain and contempt towards my men and me and the dragons. They needed us and enslaved us to their will but still protested when we acted like the dumb puppets they had made us.
Sometimes, it took all my self-control not to squeeze their fragile necks until life slid out of their bodies. Knowing those bodies weren’t theirs was what really stopped me.
“Here are your orders for today. Make sure your men have better control over the dragons. Some disappear for days, and we can’t allow that,” she grumbled, handing me a small tablet.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured and turned away to go meet my men.
“How hard is it for you to learn the language? I hate having you prying on my mind!” she ranted as I walked away, and I smiled.
Pissing the Septians off had become one of the small pleasures I gave myself while around those people.
I gave the orders to my men and went to do my own job. One I hated a bit more every day, but that I didn’t seem to be able to escape.
The dragons flew out on their patrols, and I went to patrol the human quarters. Along with the Septian soldiers, we were responsible for keeping the peace amongst the humans, especially those still waiting to become the hosts of a new batch of parasites.
They frequently became restless and tried the craziest things to escape the impossible situation they were in. The quarterly selection was the worst moment of them all. Hearing their desperate cries were bloodcurdling, but there wasn’t much I could do.
I kept telling myself it wasn’t my problem, that I was in a very similar position, enslaved by the same creatures, but none of that made me feel any better. Especially when I knew Maya would eventually hold me accountable for all I had done to her people.
“Ryoko! I have been looking for you,” Sylan’s voice echoed in the empty hallway, and I cursed my luck before I turned around to look at him.
“How can I help you?” I asked him, acting as I always did.
“We still haven’t found the missing girl,” he grumbled, annoyed.
“What would you like me to do?” I asked, refraining from making any comment.
I wasn’t supposed to think or analyze things. I was there to follow orders, and that was what I did. Most of the time, anyway.
“Send the dragons after her. She can’t have gone that far,” he ordered me, exuding rage and frustration, more than he should have, for just a missing girl.
He had a personal interest in Maya.
“They might kill her in the process,” I warned him, doing my best to keep my tone plain and cold.
“Right… Damn!” Sylan exclaimed, furious.
The dragons had squeezed the life out of humans before. They were unaware of the humans’ fragility, and shit usually happened when you sent a massive creature like the dragons after a mere human.
“Then, you go! Go after her and bring her back to me,” he ordered.
“I have other orders,” I reminded him.
“I’ll clear you with Kayla. She owes me a few favors,” Sylan insisted.
“The human female might be dead,” I pointed out.
“I don’t care. Bring her back to me, dead or alive,” he demanded.
“What’s going on here?” Kayla asked, showing up on the other end of the hallway.
“Ah, Kayla, the woman I wanted to see. I need to borrow Ryoko here, from his usual duties,” Sylan told her, with his best smile.
Kayla frowned. “What for?” her tone was suspicious at best.
“One of the kids is missing. I want him to track her down,” he explained, in his best fawning tone.
“Which individual? Why wasn’t I informed of its disappearance?” she asked, in a cold tone, dehumanizing the humans, as they all did.
“I told you about it,” Sylan protested.
“Are you still talking about that same individual?” Kayla asked, frowning. “It has been gone for a few days now. It has been either killed by the wild beasts or taken by the scavengers. I’m not wasting anyone’s time looking for an insignificant individual,” she assured Sylan.
“It’s not insignificant,” Sylan protested.
“Yes, it is. Move on and forget about it,” she ordered before she turned around and disappeared down the hall.
“Bitch!” Sylan snarled through gritted teeth.
I remained in silence, my face a cold mask, showing no feelings, but deep down, I was rejoicing.
“I’ll find her myself if I have to. She won’t escape me, not this time,” Sylan grunted before he walked away, and I sighed.
It seemed I had celebrated ahead of time. The Septian was obsessed with Maya, and he wasn’t going to give up any time soon.
Scowling, I went back to work, trying not to worry about Sylan finding Maya. The Septian was a useless shithead, known for harassing all the human females he felt attracted to. Somehow, Maya had managed to avoid his unwanted attention, and that was probably the reason he was so obsessed with her.
She would be fine, as long as she followed his rules, but somehow he doubted she would.
Chapter Nine
Maya
Sighing, I let my body fall
back and stared at the ceiling. I knew I needed a shower urgently, but a strange dullness kept me in bed for longer. I was deliciously tired. Every single muscle on my body ached. Even those I didn’t even know existed.
But it was a delightful ache, one I would welcome every time because it came associated with exquisite pleasure I never thought possible.
Was sex always like this? Had I been missing out all these years, I refused to be part of the sex games the others engaged in?
My instincts told me what had happened between Ryoko and me was unique, special, but that only made things harder to accept or even explain. Why with him? Why was he different?
I had no answer to those questions, and that frustrated me. But, staying in bed all day was not going to help me, so I jumped out and rushed to the shower after a while.
I still had no new clothes, but the ones I had on when Ryoko brought me here were dry, so I put them on before I went to wash the stained bedsheets.
After a delicious brunch, I took a look at the books he had brought me and spent the rest of the day checking some cooking books, looking for a simple recipe I could try, with the ingredients I found in the kitchen. It would keep my mind busy. Reliving this morning’s events would only drive me crazy, and things were chaotic enough.
There was one of a cake and my mouth watered thinking about it. I hadn’t eaten cake in years, and the idea of making one and eating it was simply too tempting. The recipe was quite simple, and with just a few ingredients, I decided to give it a try.
The stove and the oven ran on electricity, provided by a small generator I found on the back of the house, so I had no problems there, and an hour later, the delicious smell of a freshly baked cake filled the room.
When I took it out of the oven, I was more excited than I remembered being on Christmas Eve when I was a kid. The cake looked really great, and it smelled even better. I put it on the kitchen counter to let it cool and went back to the cooking book, thrilled with my first success.
I was still looking at it when Ryoko came back.
“What’s that smell?” he asked, intrigued.
“Hello, Ryoko, I’m fine and you? How was your day?” I teased him, pointing out his rudeness.
