Defiler

by Cari Silverwood

  His thrusts thumped wetly into her and deep. They jolted lust into her, making her crave that mind-blowing ending, a messy muscle-rending climax. She raised her forehead and clawed at where the wall met floor, searching blindly for grip.

  Brask slowed, bumping into her in short thrusts but still jarring some glorious spot up inside, maybe the fabled G spot. Her hair was yanked back in his fist making her shudder.

  “You need more.” Dassenze’s voice was tight, hard. “Just in preparation, in case I ever decide to take her. A finger, here.”

  “Yes.” Now Brask was panting as he fucked her.

  Sweat droplets slid from her forehead. Her forearms trembled from her straining. Panting, teetering on the tsunamic cliff face of an ache that was so intense it was actually cramping her insides, she dredged up one word, where?

  As if in answer, a finger prodded her asshole and by slow perseverance it poked, slipped, and fucking well burrowed into her asshole. She squeaked several times. A big finger. That was Dassenze.

  “I don’t think she’s done this before. Lucky I had lubrication. Comes with my secondary cock.”

  “I never knew.” Brask laughed a little wildly.

  Was his entire finger in her? It seemed so. Both of them, taking her. The knowledge ran crazily though her head.

  Dassenze began massaging her clit and she went into full body arch, her muscles locking as she clamped onto both the finger in her ass and Brask’s cock. Squealing out high-pitched gasps, she jerked uncontrollably through her second orgasm of the night. Brask cursed then fucked her harder.

  By the time he came, she was a spent puddle sprawled on the floor, unable to do more than choke-breathe as her forearm was under her mouth and she could barely move. Someone hauled her head up and dragged her into his arms.

  “Now, we can go inside.”

  She ended up in the shower with them, then toweled down, then in bed. Her ass still stinging finely, she drifted. There was someone spooning behind her and someone before her. Her weary eyes opened enough to make out Dassenze. He stroked a finger down her nose. “Sleep.”

  She grunted then did as he asked, snuggled into his chest, yawned, and was blanketed by darkness in her mind within a moment.

  Chapter 14

  Being awakened by one man weighing your breast in his hand and another leaning over the top to look was interesting. Only one of her eyes was seeing due to her face being buried in the pillow.

  “Heyyy.” She raised her head from the pillow. That was Dassenze with her breast. He still lay before her but was up on one elbow. The bed was protesting and the mattress had developed an alarming slope that ran down to his body.

  “Is this bed going to collapse?”

  “It’s lasted so far,” he said in an aside, while circling her plump nipple with his thumb. “A very nice blue, Brask, but no facial markings as yet. Late for those. They showed about the same time with the other women.”

  Brask moved in, sprawling over the top of her stomach to look. Too close perhaps. Dassenze good-naturedly pushed him back.

  “She’s my bond mate!”

  “Pet,” Dassenze corrected lazily. “And while I’m here you will still defer to me.”

  Uh, this was getting strange. “Hey, guys. I’m here too. Don’t I get a say?”

  “No,” they chorused, but Dassenze smiled at her and added, “Perhaps when or if you reach the bond mate stage. As has been said, until then you’re a pet and Brask is your Master.”

  Sorrow flickered on his face. She was learning to read his expressions. Though mostly he was stern or as serene as a still pond, sometimes she caught emotion.

  “And you are?” Asking him was a little terrifying with his gold eyes so close and him an unknown god. He could likely squash her with the blink of an eye.

  “I? You obey me also.” He squeezed on her breast until a little pain spiked and she gasped.

  Suicidally, she ventured a “Why?”

  The need to know was strong in her today.

  “Because, little Earth girl, I am bigger than you. I am stronger than you, and I have such a desire to fuck you that if you irritate me too much, I will tie you up and do so with some randomly selected objects just to see you writhe and squeal. Does that answer you?”

  “Oh.” Talia swallowed. Hottest and dirtiest-ever reply. “Yes.”

  “Lord. You will say, Lord,” he added.

  “Uhhh.”

  On her other side, Brask waited, smiling at her discomfort.

  She considered shooting him a dirty look, but the mess she’d gotten herself into demanded her attention.

  “Yes, Lord.” There was utterly no question about giving in to Dassenze. “May I ask another question, Lord?”

  “A less impertinent one?”

  “I...think so.”

  He inclined his head.

  “I saw you make that light and I heard you have other powers. It’s why, I guess, the aliens see you as a god.” At his frown, she hurriedly added, “I mean, why you are a god. Why is it that you don’t end the war by using those powers?”

  “All the remaining Ascend vowed centuries ago to restrict our powers. There is a balance in the universe. Bad things happen when gods use their powers without good reason.”

  Good reason? Good fucking reason? Was this galactic war not enough? Millions and millions must have died. Judging by his glower when she opened her mouth, it would be hazardous to her future health to ask more questions. He probably wouldn’t answer her anyway.

  “From the wrinkling of her forehead, we need to distract our pet from thinking, Lord.”

  Our?

  She gaped at him and moved to rise only to be shoved down to the mattress by Dassenze.

  Brask swept the sheet that had still covered her lower body to the end of the bed, flipped her onto her back and took possession of one of her legs. She still had no panties on. Or bra. Naked in bed with these two. Danger. Danger.

  Dassenze promptly wrapped his arm over her other leg. “Yes.” He smiled. “Today will be a busy day and I need to be entertained before work. I see she forgot to dress. This is a sign she wishes us to play with her. Let’s open her legs and do things to make her writhe and squeal anyway.”

  Her eyes widened. All the aches from the night before came to the fore. “Wait! Guys! I’m sore. Maybe, take a rain check?”

  She wriggled, striving to get her legs free but she only succeeded in gaining an evil smirk from Brask.

  “Be still.” He slapped her thigh. “Guys? Did the pet say guys? Did you?”

  Huffing, she stopped straining. “I meant –”

  “She did. And rain check? What rain?” Raising one eyebrow, Dassenze studied her then hauled her leg aside, in spite of her struggles, while Brask did the same.

  She could feel how much that had opened her pussy. Both of them shifted to look at her down there. Being on display was making her horny. Like some obedient creature, her clit was swelling. It felt...odd.

  She raised her head and looked down her body and was dismayed to find her startlingly blue clit had already had popped up enough to be visible.

  “She looks tasty. Ripe for torture.” Dassenze actually growled and licked his lips. His tongue was bronze colored.

  Talia shivered. No one who was staring at her pussy should do that. The alien was channeling some lion beast or something.

  “Guys – I mean Master, Lord! I forgot.” They whipped around their heads and stared at her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She had to say it. What the hell were they planning? “I’m not...not meat or a thing to torture.”

  “Shhh.” The whip magically appeared in Dassenze’s hand, as if he’d been waiting for a reason to use it on her, and she subsided.

  He held up the handle and she realized it wasn’t just a phallic shape; it was a replica of some sort of cock – one with several flared rings of tiny horns down its shaft. Her pussy contracted at the sight but it was not simply from fear.

  Hypnotized she watched him suck the huge t
hing into his mouth, draw it out wet, then place it at her entrance. Ohhh. Just that had sent pleasure pulsing from her pussy to her nipples and her made her toes curl. Enthralled as well as anxious, she could see his wrist twisting as he rotated it, pushing it into her.

  Already he’d made it go an inch or more inside. Though well moistened, her pussy seemed to barely expand enough. Squeaking she tried to sit up, only to again have Dassenze shove her down. This time he left his hand, palm down, on her midriff.

  “I shall begin while you hold her.”

  “Of course, Lord.” Brask was way too damn eager.

  She glared hot in his direction but he only grinned and captured her hands then sat on her chest. The alien was naked and his erect cock waved before her. Slowly, inexorably, he pushed her wrists onto the pillow above her head.

  “Let go,” she hissed, adding a less urgent, “Please?” It seemed wise, considering he’d just showed her his teeth.

  “You are such a bad pet.” He leaned down to say that before he nipped her ear and kissed her roughly.

  Something licked across her clit. And again. Again. Her eyes slammed shut and she whimpered.

  “While he eats you,” Brask rasped. “This.”

  His cock jabbed at her mouth but a sudden bite that took in her entire clit area made her jerk and squeal.

  “Your Lord is being mean, I see.” The alien chuckled. “Even so, you will take my cock while he does whatever he chooses to. Do this or I will request more biting from him.”

  She opened her eyes and tried out another glare only to have him use his fingers to make her open her mouth. His rigid cock shoved in.

  “I think I like you quiet.”

  Bastard.

  Though he fucked her mouth it soon became background noise. With his flexible yet harder than normal tongue and with the whip handle now halfway into her, and going deeper, Dassenze occupied her attention, utterly. She arched toward him, groaning. She gasped into an early orgasm, but within seconds he awoke her again, and her lower body tightened, desire climbing once more.

  His sucking and licking were masterful enough to write rapturous poetry in her body. Ph.D. material. Doctor of Cunnilingus. The thought was her last coherent one for ages.

  Her groans muffled by cock, her head forced into the pillow, climax after climax were ripped from her, her thigh muscles wearied, her mind became a chaos of frazzled thoughts.

  When Dassenze at last said, “Enough,” Brask pulled his cock from her mouth and she gasped. At some point, he’d come in her mouth forcing her to swallow or be half drowned, yet he’d stayed hard. The wonders of alien men would never cease. Sweat and dribbled cum dampened her pillow and the sheets under her ass were totally soaked.

  “How,” she choked out, then had to gulp and reassembled her thoughts. “How am I going to be normal after this?”

  They ignored her. Though Brask had released her wrists, now Dassenze settled himself into place over her, taking possession of her hands. He smiled evilly. “You may begin.”

  “Done,” Brask said and he drove his cock into her pussy.

  Had the man grown larger? Struck dumb, Talia felt every single inch as it parted her and slid all the way in. “Oh. My. God.”

  She couldn’t move. Disbelieving she felt her body reacting, spasming, even before ecstasy rippled into her mind. A climax slammed into her. Thoughts evaporated.

  While she was panting her way back to awareness, Dassenze murmured in her ear, “We’re not done.” He kissed her as Brask had.

  “No?” She blinked up at him, still muddled.

  “No, sweet thing. If you think you’re aroused, I assure you Brask has the same problem. Sometimes with new pets, it affects the males this way.”

  By the time they were done with her, she was convinced. The alien had come inside her at least three times. If the Bak-lal invaded today, she was going to have to fend them off from a wheelchair.

  Chapter 15

  “Try that.” Dassenze said.

  The tech-engineer nodded then headed back across the dirt road to Steve’s rig, which they’d parked in the field next to the shuttle. Luckily, they could still get some power from the shuttle, just nothing like what was needed to fly.

  The third day here in Yunta and he was keen to go somewhere.

  Where was this factory queen? There were indications she might be to the south in Adelaide, but nothing was certain. The Bak-lal concentration there seemed high and the few reports he’d heard said the army was struggling to contain the outbreak.

  The two trailers had been stripped back to flatbeds to accommodate the armor they’d removed from the shuttle. Though the conversion was coming along fine, maneuvering the gun turret to the top was a feat they really needed industrial cranes or levi-pads to do easily. The micro missile pods were far simpler to attach to the built-up sides. Once they were done, the semitrailer would be as formidable as they could make it. As long as the queen couldn’t dig herself out and emerge as a fighting machine, they had hope. So far the patchy news broadcasts had revealed no signs of her doing that.

  Dassenze stepped back, and hoisted himself up to sit on the edge of the porch of the house behind him. Such a small town, yet ideal as a launching point and rallying place for them. If only he knew where to go next. He had faith though. Somehow, something, somewhere, was arranging all this. This planet had resources no one seemed to have catalogued before. The innate energy building, as defenses awoke, had his godlike senses quivering.

  He knew. And also he did not. Dassenze cleared his throat, frowning.

  That was the frustrating part. What had created these witches? Had they always existed but in some dormant way? Whatever the cause, the result was ominous. The sun was definitely being harmed, eaten away, with each use of their powers. The confirmation had taken a few days of close monitoring but the spikes from even small usages were there in the probe data that streamed down to him.

  If they used enough power, the sun might die. A desperation move then, by whatever had made this happen? The Bak-lal would be enough to make any creature nervous once on their planet. They too consumed, but not planets, the people and the organisms upon the surface. The Bak-lal were like leeches sucking up living things, killing some, and spitting the rest out changed in the way the Bak-lal wished them to be. Worse, this factory queen was behaving strangely. Unpredictably.

  Anything might happen once this particular parasite’s ideas were communicated to its fellow Bak-lal. He feared the galaxy at least would be lost.

  These past few days he’d prayed that the witches were indeed a parasite-killing answer and not just another way for this planet to die.

  While he sat there musing, the facts whirled in his head, rearranged, and fit together in a combination they hadn’t taken on before. The Bak-lal were parasites, and the witches were like an immune system response.

  What if...

  He sat straighter.

  What if this was the doing of the planet itself, trying to fight off a foreign infection?

  Earth magic. It fit the clues. He stared past his feet at the ground. Could a planet be alive?

  A hand smacked down on his shoulder and he looked up, suddenly aware that footsteps had been crunching closer for many seconds.

  “Brask.” His next question was inevitable, he couldn’t help himself despite spending these last days avoiding the subject of this very question. He hated urges more than ever now. “How is your pet? Satisfactory?”

  “Good.” He nodded, turning his head and looking over at where she strode across a field.

  Talia when she moved...it was perfection. Her muscles flowed so fluidly, her hair shifted in the slight breeze, glowed in the sunlight, and her ass... Dassenze wrenched away his gaze. And that was exactly why he’d avoided her and Brask. He wanted her but she wasn’t his.

  Commanding Brask to do this and that while he was in bed with them?

  Despicable. That was not the demeanor of a credible deity. He glanced over at the man.
Brask looked concerned.

  “Sit beside me.”

  “Thank you, Lord.”

  “Did you wish to discuss something?”

  “I...” Brask had laid his hand on his thigh and now he clenched it into a fist.

  “You can speak plainly to me. You know that.”

  “Can I? Sorry. I’m sorry, Lord. That was disrespectful. It’s just that this is about you and me and my pet.” He grimaced. “It’s obvious you’re staying away, ever since that morning. Why?”

  “I was wrong to interfere in your relationship with her. Is she still merely marked as a pet?”

  “Yes, she is.” Brask looked over at him. “I think we need you. I feel something is missing without you there, and I think she feels the same way.”

  “You know this how?”

  The agonized sound Brask let out was sad but he couldn’t let it sway him.

  “I feel. That’s all. Fracking feelings.” His fist clenched more and he bumped it on his thigh.

  For a strong man who admitted wrong only if it was proven to the nth degree, and if it affected his military performance, this was odd behavior for Brask.

  “I cannot join you again. Ever. You don’t understand the consequences that could ensue. This link to the witches – it might kill their mates if they are killed. It might allow the factory queen to control the bond mate in some way. Certainly it seems to prevent them from ever leaving this planet. I am responsible for far too many people to risk this. You are her bond mate. What you do could be lethal to you, and I apologize for that.” Dassenze cocked his head, thinking.

  That was a first for him, apologizing, but this was personal. Through Talia he did feel a link to Brask. He wanted to keep the Igrakk healthy, happy, more than anyone, except her. The link had been forged already, by the few times he’d participated in their bonding.

  “And...I see I already am linked. It’s not the best result.”