by Gabby Dark
I placed my hand on her forearm and pulled her gently away from the door. “Is this your friend from Earth?”
She nodded. “She was part of my group. We’ve known each other since day one. That alien was pulling on her. Where did they take her?” she asked, looking back at the door.
“This is a clinic. They dispense our medical supplies here.”
“We had the chance to talk to each other. Why did they take her inside? I need to know she’s okay,” she exclaimed.
“Don’t worry. Vrex’un is kind to all women. He is possessive, but he will treat her fairly.”
“But why is she at this clinic?”
I swallowed. “Some humans fall ill shortly after arrival. But—”
“I want to see her!”
“You can’t go in there. You have to stay healthy. I assure you that our doctors will care for her. Although the human body may take time to adjust in some odd cases, we haven’t had any humans die after acclimation. During transport is usually when humans have the greatest chance of expiration. No one expired this time, so I do believe your friend will be in good health soon.”
Ryleigh still looked weary. She also didn’t trust what I was telling her. I could read it in her expression and her thoughts.
She frowned.
“Ryleigh, I—”
“Your Highness?” One of my warriors interrupted us.
I turned around. A messenger, Torde, stood behind me. “Yes?”
“We found a trail as you requested last night and we know where the Barbs are nesting. They have one of our females. We tracked her scent to the River Driak’te. We believe a pack of them still remains on our territories.”
Air filled my lungs as I inhaled in frustration. My ǔre came alive within me, burning brightly beneath my skin. The electric jolts even shocked Ryleigh, even though she had seen me like this about a dozen times.
I looked at Torde. “Mit ku pi tǔpan! A kʼatʼup ku pǔmbay p’ux kam.” I told him to take her back to the my house and to send a guard there to keep her inside.
Ryleigh looked from me to Torde, then back at me again as I spoke.
After instructing Torde what to do with Ryleigh, I gave her one last look, reading all her open thoughts. She wanted to know what was happening. She had understood some of it. She had understood that I meant for Torde to take her somewhere. And then she stared at the pulsing ǔre under my flesh. Obviously, she could read my emotions just as clearly as I could now read her thoughts.
“Anik! Your Highness!” a warlord called out to me.
My body and mind were at odds. How was that possible? I had never let my emotions cloud my judgement. My duty had somehow become second nature to this woman. I could not falter or grow soft, or else the Barbs would take advantage, raid our properties, and we’d be forced to flee our homes.
“You are leaving,” she said, softly, looking around me at the warriors waiting for my command.
“Mak.”
I broke our eye contact and tore off after a horde of warriors and their warlords. We had to get these Barbs off our territory before they got too comfortable. Even if we had to kill a bunch of them, a message would be sent. They weren’t welcome here. We had other issues to deal with.
“Where are you taking me?” I heard Ryleigh scream at Torde as I walked away. “Put me down, you big alien! Anik!”
I had done something I said I wouldn’t do, and now I feared her trust in me was gone.
Chapter Ten
Anik
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My warriors and I raced out into the open fields, trekking through the tall grasses and urk weeds. I could hear the beasts swarming around, circling us and closing in on us like hungry vultures. We knew their ways. How they hunted. They used the same strategies every time. They never worked.
I tightened my fingers around my battle axe and wiped pebbles of sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
“Prince?” a warlord said. “The second horde has folded outward. We have them cornered.”
The warriors were anxious for bloodshed. We were ready to clear the outer borders of Zunator from these mindless creatures.
“Hold!” I ordered. I marched in front of the warriors. They were anxious, restless. I began speaking to them, prepping them for a fight. I raised my axe. The ground shock and trembled as the horde neared us. “Tonight, we will rid our caves and valleys of these beasts. They are hiding in plain sight. Snatching our property. Our women, who have suffered enough. Taunting us. They are not welcome! We will take no prisoners. They will surrender our valley or meet the blunt ends of our axes. Do not fear death! It is only the beginning. Our fates are already decided and we have seen more life than some of us ever thought possible. Don’t run from these spineless beasts. Warriors, be ruthless!”
The warriors yelled and hollered in agreement. I lowered my axe. We charged forward.
A big black skinless beast at the very front of the pack leaped off the ground and came straight at me with his mouth open and canines glistening with slick green gore.
I raised my axe and chopped him down, sending the head and torso flying in different directions. To the right of me, another came. I snatched out my dagger and slammed the sharp end into its forehead.
Two down…
I immersed myself in the action in full battle mode. This was what I was born to do. Protect our resources. Our people. Our women. Our children. It was an instinct programmed in me at the moment of conception. Whether it was my human traits, my beastly instincts, or my alien will to exist without end, survival was in my genes. It was in my Father’s genes and my Grandfather’s before him. The gene would manifest in my offspring. Of that, I was most certain.
One day I’d have to take up my father’s mantle…and be King of Zunator. One day, I’d be the father of many sons myself. It was fated. But my purpose was here and now.
Chapter Eleven
Anik
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Just before reaching my pod house, I took a deep breath, wondering what fight awaited me there. I knew one thing—Ryleigh was going to be angry with me.
I wasn’t in the greatest of moods myself. Of the dozens of warriors that fought that night, three had fallen. To some, that was still considered a victory, but in my eyes, this was a small battle we could’ve gone without fighting. But the Barbs were relentless as history has shown us in the past. If left to their own devices to lurk on our land they would inch closer and closer until they got too close for comfort. It had happened over two decades ago. We had to relocate because of the thousands of Barbs that came and invaded our territory. Only in the past decade were we able to return and reconstruct what they tore apart.
While we were collecting our fallen and injured warriors, one of the messengers came to tell me that Ryleigh had attempted another escape. She’d even got as far as the marketplace which had been shut down already due to the threat from the Barbs. Everyone, except for guards, had been on curfew and asked to stay inside. Somehow, she had outsmarted the guards and raced past him.
I was almost inclined to drop everything and go give her a swift punishing, but I had a duty to ensure that all of our warriors were accounted for and received proper treatment if they needed it.
I placed both of my hands on my hips as I looked at the door to my pod house. What was I going to do with her? My pride would not let me even entertain the notion of handing her back over to my father to be given to another warrior. I couldn’t just keep her contained to my house. Ryleigh wasn’t that type of woman. I could already tell. She was adventurous. A free spirit. Just like she said, she would never willingly submit. She had to be trained. Coerced. Gently or forcefully persuaded. Or perhaps she just had to trust that we weren’t the cruel animals she was used to having as leaders on Earth.
I turned on the water shower outside and stood on the mat. Blood and gore from the battle rolled off my skin, spilling into the grates beneath my feet, and into our sewer channels. I set my armor by the door to be
repaired later and pushed my way into the home.
I was met with a death stare that quickened my heart.
Ryleigh was seated on the floor with her mouth bound and her hands tied up to the post of my cot. She squealed behind the cloth that was now tucked between her lips and struggled.
I bit my lip, wondering how my command of capturing her and locking her in my home got misconstrued as tying her to my bedpost like a slave. Still, I couldn’t punish my messenger for this. He had done what I asked and he did it the only way he knew how.
“You put yourself in danger,” I said, grabbing a cloth and running it across my body drying my wet skin.
She struggled and said something I couldn’t understand.
“There are curfews for a reason. I ordered a guard to stand by the door for a reason. To keep you safe inside. None of our women go out when there is a confirmed Barb invasion in our territory.”
She panted. Her chest rose and fell with each angry breath. She clenched her teeth and her small nostrils flared. She still wore the tunic and midriff I ordered for her earlier. The exposed parts of her skin were just begging to be touched.
Her gaze dropped to my loin cloth. She seemed to be fascinated by my kuvak. Everytime she looked down there, I’d catch a whiff of her sweet arousal flowing to me. She was just like me now. Angry and aroused. The adrenaline from the fight still raged through me.
I came to stand directly in front of her. She looked all the way up at me, meeting my gaze boldly. Her body was set afire, blazing with need. Even with her in this state, all I could think about was stripping off her garments and tasting the honey I knew was dripping from her soft pussy.
I wasn’t supposed to touch her. Not in that way. She was given to me to be punished.
“You don’t seem to understand. You must be punished,” I said. “And then…maybe you might understand.”
Her eyes widened as I slid the corded rope from my loin cloth, revealing my aching kuvak to her gaze. I folded the rope in half and tested the tautness with a snap.
“Please…” she croaked.
I didn’t like to see her afraid. I reached behind her head and loosened the cloth that prevented her from speaking.
“Untie me, you alien son-of-a-bastard!”
I never told her that my father was a bastard. The offspring of an unmated pair—a slave and a prince. How did she know?
“Bap’un,” I said sharply.
“You like seeing me like this, don’t you? On the floor. Below you. Men with power. You live for this,” she taunted.
“Don’t confuse me for a human,” I reminded her.
“You have a cock. A dick. And a God-complex,” she said.
“Why did you run? Do I despise you? Our prior understanding…was it all just an act?” I asked.
She swallowed and paused, thinking. Her thoughts flowed right to me. She was being true to her feelings earlier. It wasn’t just an act.
“Why did you wrap a strap around the guards throat, causing him to pass out and then run off? Where were you going?” I demanded.
“I wanted to see Andara.”
I shook my head. “Andara did not place herself in harm.”
She frowned. “Because she’s locked up in that medical clinic. You say she’s ill. How do I know you’re not lying? How do I know they haven’t done something to her to cause her to get sick?”
“You don’t trust me.”
She said nothing.
“Things won’t move as fast as you like, Ryleigh. You should understand that of all people. Were you not once a rebel in your own army after your own agendas? There are fights, battles, and then wars…before victories. Things take time. In time, you will know that Andara is well cared for.”
She seemed to be more at ease after my reassurance.
“You promised you wouldn’t tie me up again, like a slave.”
“You leave us no choice,” I said. “You’ve shown me that you are unpredictable. You’ve shown me that you will outsmart your way out of situations you do not desire.”
She licked her lips as she turned her attention yet again to my lengthening erection. She desired me. She was wondering what it felt like to have such a big cock inside her. She was so turned on she didn’t know whether to demand that I fuck her or bring herself to orgasm.
Such wicked thoughts that she has.
I realized that I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to please her. I wanted to answer to all of her burning desires.
“Do you want to touch my kuvak?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“You’re reading my thoughts. Too bad you’re too loyal to break your own rules,” she said, hotly, grinning. “You won’t fuck me because you can’t fuck me.”
My kuvak grew big and hard, and I dropped the rope. Waves of ecstasy flowed through me and a bit of pre-cum spilled from my tip. She watched it all, licking her lips.
She needed her fingers to bring herself to orgasms. She needed climax. She meant to bring herself to climax. To assist her and help her accomplish her fantasies so I could watch, I untied her wrists. She didn’t move. She stayed seated on the floor.
“Go on. Play with yourself,” I urged her. “I would like to watch.”
Instead of pushing her fingers into her wet sex, she wrapped them around my hot and hard erection and wrapped her lips around me.
Caught off guard, I moaned in pleasure. She lifted my cock and ran her tongue up the underside of it.
“Your pre-cum tastes like maple syrup. How is that possible?” She took the tip into her mouth again, sucking.
I couldn’t speak. My knees had grown weak. I wanted to drop to them and take her on the floor where she sat, tormenting me.
“Do Zunatorians love oral sex too? Do you like when women take you in their mouth like this?” She squeezed along the shaft bringing more pre-cum to the surface which she licked off of me. “You’ve penetrated my mouth. Is this considered breaking a rule?”
I closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure when she took as much of me in her mouth as she could take, nearly choking on it.
She grabbed my shaft and looked up at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes of hers. “You didn’t fuck my pussy, Zunatorian Prince. I give you permission to fuck my mouth.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I threaded my fingers through her soft curls and drove my kuvak into her soft wet mouth. The back of her head pressed into the bed post as I worked myself in and out like I was fucking her sheath. She sucked hard, and when I pulled all the way out of her to look at her tongue, she flicked it over the head of my kuvak sending jolts of pleasure through me.
“Enough, human,” I groaned. If she didn’t stop, I would ejaculate on her tongue.
With a cute little whine, she reluctantly pulled her mouth away. I brought her to stand and tilted her chin upward. Her lips looked too tempting and I couldn’t help but press my own mouth against hers. I thought she would protest, but she let me kiss her and she even parted her lips to meet my eager tongue.
I had never kissed a woman before. Before…I only sought pleasure and release. With Ryleigh, I wanted to consume every living inch of her.
I picked her up and then sat her down on the bed. As I’d been wanting to do since the moment I entered the pod house, I descended to my knees and brought her sex close to my face. I plunged my tongue into her, lapping at the warm honey she spilled just for me. Her clitoris pulsed with vigor, but I was more concerned with eating her sweet nectar until I had my fill.
“Anik?” she panted.
“Mak?” I answered. “What would please you?”
“You can read my thoughts. I want you. It’s true. Why don’t you take me when you know I want it?” she asked, arching her back and bringing me closer to her delicate bud. Her sex looked like a bright pink lotus. I traced her glistening slit with my finger.
“It would be known if I penetrated you. Ryleigh, you are a gift. A xili. To make submissive, mak. To break, that is a privilege I was not given.”
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I twirled my tongue around her clitoris and sucked it between my lips.
“Oh…right there…please…keep going…” She pressed her dripping wet sex against my tongue. “Anik! Mak!”
Oh Anik. Yes!
Her scream and taste of her nectar brought me to climax.
“I don’t want to wait anymore. Please, Anik, how would they know?”
“They would know. You were examined through X-ray and other ways. Your maidenhead was still intact when you were offered at market. You are a virgin.”
She gasped.
I pressed two fingers together and entered her, then I lashed my tongue across her clit. Her sex rippled and she climaxed. Clear juices spilled from her core and I watched with interest as her clitoris jumped and her sheath clenched down around my fingers.
“I want to give you pleasure too, Anik.”
“You already have. My seed has spilled. I’m able to have an orgasm even if my tongue is the only thing that enters you.” I kissed the lips of her sweet sex. “Lucky for you, I like having orgasms. If I have your permission, I would love to bring you to climax again with my tongue inside you.”
Her gaze met mine. She didn’t need to say a word. Her eyelids were heavy with arousal. She lifted a thigh over my shoulder and settled back on the bed.
With a wicked grin, I buried my face between her legs.
Chapter Twelve
Ryleigh
* * *
We were rudely awakened the next morning when guards rushed into Anik’s house without even knocking. Or maybe they did. I didn’t hear a thing—just them barging inside.
I had somehow persuaded Anik not to sleep on the floor and I was glad I did. He was warm, solid, and soft. I felt safe and secure lying next to him with his arm draped across my waist. I slept soundly and warm all through the night up until some big hefty aliens pushed their way into Anik’s home and claimed that King Crencik demanded both of our presences in his main hall.
