Auctioned To The Babymaker (Kyrzon Breeding Auction Book 4)

by Luna Voss

His lips flare, I’m shocked by the strength of the intention on his face. Suddenly, he appears more beast than human, as though in this moment, he’s guided entirely by his most fundamental instincts.

  “I need you right now,” he snarls.

  I submit to his touch, adrenaline rippling through me, and drop to my knees in front of him. His enormous bulge is now directly in front of my face, and I stare at it, amazed. It’s so much bigger than it was a moment ago.

  Rukkarr grunts as I rub his bulge with my hands. I can feel now that he’s very hard. He scrambles to unbuckle his belt, and when his shaft springs free, it’s just as big and thick and veiny as it was last night. Without a moment of hesitation, I wrap my lips around the head, sucking on it gently. He’s so massive that I can barely get my lips around him, straining my jaw so as not to nick him with my teeth. The Kyrzon groans in pleasure, his whole body shaking slightly.

  He tastes musky, and his skin feels so warm and soft in my mouth. I explore him with my tongue, teasing the underside, and I’m pleased to hear him gasp. I glance up, and see that he’s watching me with rapt attention on his face.

  I try to take him deeper, pushing him into my throat, and come very close to gagging. Okay, that’s my limit, I think to myself, and slide my lips back to the head, and then back down his shaft once again.

  My clit throbs with arousal as I suck Rukkarr’s cock. His reactions turn me on so much I can barely focus on anything else. He keeps grunting and moaning as I move my lips on his shaft, clearly having the time of his life. My pussy twitches desperately, and I can’t help but thrust my hand down the front of my pants. I moan around his shaft as I start to finger myself.

  “You like this, little human?” he growls. “You like touching your little cunt while you suck my cock?”

  I stop, embarrassed, his cock still in my mouth.

  “Keep touching yourself,” he orders, his voice a rough whisper. “I want don’t want you to stop until you come with my cock in your mouth.”

  I moan in pleasure, continuing to rub my pussy. Rukkarr’s breathing gets heavier. I just keep sliding my lips up and down his shaft, too aroused to form a coherent thought. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never let myself go like this. I feel wild, crazed, like I’m just operated on pure instinct. The Kyrzon grunts in pleasure, starting to buck his hips in time with my movements. I look up at his face, and see an expression of utter, blissful concentration. He reaches down and cups my chin in his hand, guiding my mouth on his cock.

  “You’re mine now, Christy” growls the chief as I struggle with his enormous shaft, trying to take him as deeper. “You’re my human Bride, to keep and to protect, to cherish and to make pregnant with my children. You will be my queen, the mother of my tribe, and I will never,” he almost groans the words, as though my lips around his cock are threatening to draw the climax out of him, “let anything happen to you. When you are with me, you are always safe.”

  He guides me down on his cock, as deep as I can take it, and holds me there for a moment, looking down at me. I feel utterly submissive, utterly vulnerable as I look up at him, still rubbing my clit furiously.

  “Always safe,” he repeats, releasing me, and I keep sucking him, the throbbing in my pussy so intense it’s almost painful. I need to come. I need to come so badly. My hips start to shake as I feel myself on the verge of my release. The orgasm building inside me feels absolutely incendiary.

  “Oh fuck,” groans Rukkarr, and I feel his cock begin to twitch inside my mouth. Warm, thick liquid spurts out of it, and I lap up what I can, allowing the rest to dribble down my chin. The chief keeps moaning, his muscular form doubling over, until he pumps out the last of his seed.

  I look up at him, still rubbing myself and desperate to climax. The chief watches me in utter amazement, like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen in his life. He bends down and scoops up a big glob of cum from my chin with his fingers, then reaches down to my pussy and rubs it into my wet folds. I gasp as he finds my clit and begins to make little circles around it.

  Fuck, that feels so good. I’m putty in Rukkarr’s hands as he fingers me. I gasp and moan, my orgasm threatening to crash over me at any moment. Knowing the source of the sticky warmth coating his fingers only heightens my arousal. It feels so dirty, so forbidden. I close my eyes and let out a loud, throaty moan of pleasure.

  “Come for me, Christy” Rukkarr growls, his deep voice rumbling through me. “I want to see that little human pussy come for me. Show me how pretty my Bride looks when she comes on my fingers.”

  I practically scream as my climax hits me. Wave after wave of incredible pleasure crashes over me, so intense that for a moment, the entire world around me disappears. I slump forward, clutching the Kyrzon’s muscular arm, my pussy shuddering. Rukkarr keeps fingering me, reducing me to a quivering wreck on the grass in front of him.

  Having an orgasm on passionberries is not the same as a normal orgasm. It’s not just that the sensations are stronger, it’s that they’re consuming. It’s like every cell in my body is on fire. Delicious, pleasurable fire, burning through me until the only thing left is the sound of my own desperate moaning.

  That, and the feeling of the chief’s fingers between my legs. He doesn’t stop rubbing me when I finish coming, even as my pussy becomes so sensitive that I can hardly take it anymore. I reach down to touch his hand, to let him know that I’m done, and then, something new happens. Something I haven’t experienced before.

  Out of the ashes of my previous orgasm come the beginnings of a new one, so much stronger than the first that it actually scares me. The way Rukkarr is rubbing my clit, which only a moment ago was almost too intense, has suddenly become my new baseline, his fingers bringing me ever closer to a climax I don’t even know if my body can handle.

  “Rukkarr, I can’t— I don’t— fuuuuuuuuuckkkkk…”

  My voice devolves into a wordless moan as my hips begin to shake. Suddenly, my whole body is jelly, like I have no control at all and my muscles are just jerking and convulsing all by themselves. All I can focus on is the feeling of Rukkarr’s fingers on my clit, and the way his every little movement brings me another wave of ecstasy. My orgasm is obliterating. By the time my pussy is finished twitching, I’m completely spent.

  I lie on the grass, staring up at the sky, spiraling back to reality. I don’t remember lying down, or know how long I’ve been here. All I feel is a sense of contentedness, of relief. Finally, I’ve been given an outlet for the insane level of sexual tension pent up inside me.

  As I return to myself, I become aware of the chief lying next to me, gently stroking the hair out of my face. A few moments later, I realize that my head is in his lap.

  “We shouldn’t stay here much longer,” he whispers, his voice tender. “We need to get back to Clan Gurrak territory.”

  I allow him to help me up. My legs are still extremely shaky. He puts his arm around me, and I lean against him as he helps me walk back to the tusk-ox. My thoughts are still a blur. I feel almost like I’m drunk. Every once in a while, my pussy twitches, and I get a little aftershock of the pleasure I just experienced.

  Chief Rukkarr lifts me up onto his tusk-ox, climbs onto the saddle behind me, and we start to ride. I cuddle against him, groggy, but content. Neither of us says anything. I feel incredibly safe and protected to be wrapped in his warm arms.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I come back to my senses as we ride, memories of the experience I just had filling my mind: the pure adrenaline of the attack, and of being chased by the Kyrzon in the skull mask. The sense of victory I felt as I watched my husband defeat him in battle. The sheer, animal lust on Rukkarr’s face as he stalked over to me, and my intense arousal as I got on my knees for him and took him into my mouth.

  The way my whole body shook as he made me come with his fingers.

  Passionberries or no passionberries, it’s almost alarming to me how turned on I was in that moment with Rukkarr on the grass. Seeing his strength, his p
ower, the confident way he protected me against the enemy fighters, was an experience I don’t think I’ll ever forget. As a human, I should be disturbed by the violence, and in a way, I am. But more than anything, I’m impressed by this alien’s drive to keep me safe. For the first time since he purchased me, I feel like I’m beginning to understand what this bond means to him. And despite his cocky demeanor, it’s clear that he takes it very, very seriously.

  I feel a strange level of intimacy with him after what we just shared. I feel safe around him now in a way that I’ve never felt around a man before. I feel like Rukkarr would fight off any enemy in the world in order to protect me, his woman, his Bride. I feel like I’m something special to him, something that he cherishes.

  He keeps his arms wrapped tightly around me as we ride. He hasn’t let go once since we started moving. It’s as though he wants to reassure himself that I’m his, that he still has me. I snuggle up against him, holding onto one of his arms and squeezing it. I want him to know that I’m not going anywhere.

  “Why are we going back to Clan Gurrak Territory?” I ask him. “You don’t want to regroup with the rest of your clan?”

  “Those were Clan Nerkesh soldiers who attacked us,” he says darkly. “That means they’ve chosen to break our alliance. It won’t be safe for us to ride back to camp without Gurrak’s support.”

  “Clan Nerkesh?” I say, shocked. “How could you tell?”

  “The masks,” Rukkarr tells me. “It is their custom to cover their faces around any but their own clanmates. Several tribes in my part of the world do this, but around here, it is not practiced. The only clan of Kyrzons wearing masks in this part of the world is Clan Nerkesh.”

  “Why would Clan Nerkesh attack us? Why would they break the alliance?”

  The chief strokes his beard. “I am not sure,” he says. “This I also do not understand. Our two clans banded together in order to travel to Human Territory and demand more Brides. This arrangement was mutually beneficial. It does not make sense to me that they would violate our agreement while we are still waiting for Governor Pullman to respond. Together, our clans can put pressure on the governor. Apart, we can only do what we Kyrzons have always done: fight amongst ourselves instead of making progress.”

  * * *

  Chief Gurrak walks toward us quickly as we enter the dining hall on the bottom floor of Castle Gar. It’s dinner time again, and the room is once more bustling with people. Thankfully, the strongest effects of the passionberries seem to have worn off for me at this point.

  “Chief Rukkarr?” asks Gurrak, sounding shocked. “What has happened? Why have you returned?” I can see by the look on his face that he is concerned by our arrival.

  “We were attacked by Clan Nerkesh,” Rukkarr spits. “On the way back to camp. Both of the soldiers you sent with us were killed.”

  Gurrak grimaces. “But you and your Bride are unharmed?”

  My husband nods. “We are. And now several of Clan Nerkesh lie dead.”

  “Good,” says Gurrak approvingly. “I would like to increase that number. Clan Gurrak will avenge its fallen warriors.” His face softens, and he clasps Rukkarr on the shoulder. “But first, you must have food and drink. Come, eat from my table.”

  We follow Gurrak to where he’s sitting, and I’m pleased to see that Julia is also there.

  “Hi!” I say as I sit down. “Long time, no see.”

  She grins. “What are you doing back here so soon?”

  I try to sound nonchalant. “Got attacked by another clan.”

  Her eyes widen. “What? Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” I reassure her. “Rukkarr protected me.” I nuzzle my mate as he sits down next to me.

  She smiles at him. “Kyrzons are good at that, aren’t they?”

  “We certainly try,” he says, dishing up his plate.

  I spend the rest of the meal talking to Julia as Rukkarr and Gurrak get busy discussing battle plans. After all the excitement of the afternoon, it’s nice to be able to just relax and have food and conversation.

  And then, just as I’m finishing my plate, I see something that makes my blood run cold.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I do my best not to freak out. “Who is that?” I ask Julia, trying to be subtle as I point across the room at a human woman my own age.

  “Her? Over there? That’s Barbara,” Julia tells me, sounding nonchalant. “She’s mated to a warrior from the Far Territories. They’ve been visiting the last couple days. I think they were only mated recently, too. I haven’t gotten to know her very well, but she seems nice. Would you like me to introduce you?”

  I shake my head quickly, the name still echoing in my mind. Barbara. Barbara. It can’t be her. It can’t.

  “What is it?” Julia asks me, looking bewildered by my sudden change in demeanor. “Did you used to know her? Did you guys not like each other or something?”

  I shake my head again. “She’s a ghost,” I say, and then realizing how silly I sound, I clarify: “I did used to know her. Or at least, she used to live in New Byzantium. She was a Bride. I recognize her. But she can’t be here. It doesn’t make any sense for her to be here.”

  Julia stares at me, not comprehending. I continue, my voice a whisper:

  “Remember that raptor attack I told you about? The one that killed four Brides at once, and the reason I became a Replacement Bride in the first place?”

  She nods.

  “Well, Barbara was one of the Brides who got killed in the raptor attack.”

  Julia’s jaw drops. “What? That can’t be. Are you sure?”

  “Positive,” I tell her. “I was on the City Council when they reported the attack. I remember hearing her name. I knew her, at least a tiny bit. I sat behind her in class for a year when we were both kids.”

  “And this is definitely the same Barbara?”

  I nod, not remotely sure what to make of this seemingly impossible development. “Yeah, it’s definitely her.”

  “Well, one thing is clear,” says Julia, starting to clear her plate. “She didn’t die in a raptor attack.”

  * * *

  After dinner, Julia and I wait around in the dining hall, wanting to speak to with Barbara.

  “I’ll catch up to you later,” I say to Rukkarr.

  He nods and heads upstairs, presumably to keep making battle plans or something with Gurrak.

  “Where is she?” I whisper to Julia, my eyes searching the crowd of people filing out of the castle.

  “She might have already left,” says my friend. “But I know where she and her husband are staying.”

  Julia leads me out of the castle and we walk together, mingling with the group of Kyrzons. I scan the crowd, searching for the telltale figure of a human amongst all the tall aliens. For moment I get excited as I see a woman walking in front of us, holding hands with her long-haired mate, but a better look reveals that this is a different human than the one I’m looking for.

  “Come on, this way,” says Julia, tugging my sleeve. I follow her, and we head down a short alleyway between two buildings, avoiding the crowd. We pop out on the next road, and she points to a structure on the other side. “That’s where Barbara and her husband staying,” she whispers. “Let’s wait here and see if she goes inside.”

  We fall silent, watching the building. It appears to be some version of a Kyrzon inn, where traveling warriors can stay the night. I see several Kyrzons enter, although none with human Brides.

  “There she is,” whispers Julia. “See, right over there.”

  I look, and sure enough, I see Barbara walking down the street along with a tough-looking Kyrzon with a braided beard. He has his arm around her in the same protective manner that Chief Rukkarr treats me.

  My instinct is to go up and talk to her, but Julia glances at me and puts a finger up to her lips as I move to do so. “Why don’t we just watch them for a moment,” she suggests. “See if there’s anything we can figure out before we talk to h
er. If she faked being killed in a raptor attack, who knows what else she might lie about.”

  I nod, still dumbfounded by this whole situation. I didn’t know Barbara well when we were kids in school together, but it’s still hard for me to believe that she would fake her own death like that. I don’t know why anybody would. And not just her, but three other Brides as well. The entire thing makes no sense. How is it possible that a “dead” Bride just turns up alive and well in Kyrzon Territory?

  Barbara and her Kyrzon husband walk into the inn together. Julia and I creep forward, and I can see through the window that the two of them are heading upstairs.

  “Let’s go inside,” whispers Julia, and I follow her into the building.

  “Queen Julia!” exclaims the bartender as soon as we step inside. “What a pleasure to have you here. Drinks are on the house.”

  “I would really love to have a quiet drink with my friend without drawing any attention to myself,” says Julia. “Is it okay if we just take our drinks and go upstairs?”

  “Absolutely,” he says, happily filling two cups with a dark red liquid I don’t recognize.

  We take our drinks, and I follow Julia up to the second floor of the inn. We reach the top of the stairs just in time for me to see Barbara and her Kyrzon husband slipping into one of the rooms and closing the door behind them.

  “That room, there,” I whisper to Julia.

  Together, we creep over to it, and both of us put our ears up to the door. I hear some kind of rustling sound, and then a muffled thump. Then the sound of a woman’s voice. I strain my ears, trying to make out what she’s saying.

  I glance at Julia, and in the exact same moment, we both realize what it is we’re hearing:

  Barbara isn’t talking, she’s moaning.

  She and her new mate are having sex.

  Julia and I scurry away from the door and over to a nearby table. We make eye contact with each other as we sip our drinks, stifling giggles.