by Alma Nilsson
He loved watching her lick Sera. He did not want to hurry things. Tir thought Kara was so adorable as she turned around and begged him to enter her then that he could not deny her. He positioned himself and entered her vagina slowly, and she moaned a bit from the pleasure of him inside of her. His hands were on her hips as he moved back and forth and then grinding into her. He was holding eye contact with Sera. He wanted to tell her how jealous Kara was, but he assumed she already had figured it out. He loved being inside of his warm human. He was thrusting faster and faster, and even though he did not want to come yet, he could not help himself.
They all lay together afterward on the bed for many minutes, and then Sera quietly excused herself. After she was gone, Kara said, “You are never allowed to put your penis inside her ever again.”
Tir smiled, but Kara could not see it. He put his arm around her and pulled her close, “But I am so glad you are still calling this a ‘forced marriage’ Kara.”
Kara did not know if she could ever get the image of him having sex with Sera out of her mind, and it almost made her physically ill. She didn’t know why. She had never considered herself a jealous person. And she knew she was not in love with him, but some serious lust she guessed. “If we have to be married, which we do because I can do nothing about it, then I don’t want your penis in anyone else. I think that is how humans used to behave within a marriage in the past, and I can see why now. You are supposed to be mine, forced marriage or not.”
“I enjoyed watching you and Sera together, I thought you might feel the same,” he hazarded.
“No, I didn’t. I only felt jealous,” she admitted quietly.
He ran a hand through her short hair and felt touched for this strange emotion she was having over a slave artist. “I’ll not have sex with Sera as long as you say you do not want me to.” That was the best compromise he was going to give her right now.
After a couple minutes of just lying in each other’s arms on the bed, Kara got up then and went to one of her bags from her ship that she was supposed to have unpacked but hadn’t and pulled out some of her favorite pajamas and put them on.
“What are those?”
“Pajamas.”
“Stop,” he sat up then and noticed a small bloody scratch across her breast, he gently touched it.
She looked down and said, “It must have been one of Sera’s piercings that cut me.” Kara went to put her pajama top on.
He stopped her and looked at it again and then kissed it. “We must make sure it does not scar.”
“What? You are kidding me, right? That’ll not scar. Now let me put on my pajamas.”
“Some cuts can leave small scars; your skin should be perfect except for aesthetic piercings of course if you want them? I’ll let you have the choice.”
“How gracious of you. No, I don’t think I would ever want any piercings. And I am sure my skin will be fine,” she tried to put on her pajamas again and he stopped her.
“We don’t wear nightclothes, they are unhealthy and go against the gods. If you want to wear those you must go to the shrine onboard and make an offering to the gods, right now.”
“Well, I’m not going to do that right now,” she sighed, left the clothes on the floor and then just got into bed to get warm. She had gotten very cold without any clothes on and felt like she was sobering up a little; she just wanted to be warm and sleep now.
Tir paid Sera by touching his fingerprints to a tab on his desk and turned off the lights and got into bed with Kara. Neither one said anything about the day that seemed like it had lasted a lot longer than 24 hours.
An alarm went off in the middle of the night. Tir jumped up to put on a uniform and was gone in less than a minute. He hardly had time to say, “We’re under attack. Stay here. My guards are still outside,” before running out the door.
Kara got up and got dressed too. She was not going to stay in bed while they were being attacked in case this might be her opportunity to do something or to escape. She looked for her uniform everywhere but could not find it, so in the end, she had to put on the same dress that she had worn the day before. Once she was dressed and her hair combed, she approached the door and opened it. She had learned half of the hieroglyphics to read decently in Alliance now and had memorized the door code by watching Tir put the code into the door. The door slid open, and the two guards were there.
The guards looked at Kara with a bit of surprise that she had opened the door. She hoped they might believe Tir had given her the code, “I was going to go help,” she lied and before she could say where they were shaking their heads and one guard pulled his sword out to threaten her.
“No, you’re not. Go back in. I’ll lock this door from the outside. You’ll only get food when Admiral Tir returns.”
Kara did not move, so the guard with the sword moved in front of her and pushed her back into the room with the sword, hard enough that she fell to the ground. When she rose, the door was now locked from the outside. Oh well, she thought, She had to try. If they were in the middle of a battle, then there was a chance there would have been no one there. She went to sit on the bed. Kara had the shades lifted to see if she could see any of the battle, but she could only see very little.
After watching for about over an hour, all the ships had changed positions now, including the Refa and she could see much more of the battle raging outside. Tir was sending out his fighters. She wondered which formation he would use as she knew from last time their two usual formations were terrible against the Jahay who’s fighters were faster and were able to maneuver around the larger more powerful Alliance fighters. When Kara saw that Tir was making the same mistake she wanted to tell him not to, but then she hoped that this was just a ploy and they were doing something new, but no, after five minutes she saw he was just sending pilots needlessly to their deaths because he had obviously had not come up with a new plan yet as this was a surprise attack and he had been busy having sex with her instead of doing his job. She thought about it, he, of course, would still win with this tactic only because the Alliance outnumbered the Jahay, but it was wasteful. She knew she should not feel the least bit guilty, but she could not help it. He had been pleasuring her instead of working. She went to his computer and sent him a new flight plan, and she knew it was so easy that all he needed to do was send it to his pilots.
Tir was on the bridge watching his pilots die wishing he would have been more prepared for this battle when he received Kara’s message. He looked at it and then copied it and sent it out to his pilots. Of course, it was brilliant, so simple but so brilliant and she made it all up hungover watching from his bedroom window. Gods, he thought, Don’t ever let us be equally matched and her not be on my side.
Kara watched now to see a change, and after 30 minutes, her plan was being implemented. The Jahay, unsure of what was happening, did not know how to respond. Half of the fighters thought the Alliance was falling back and the other half were falling back themselves just as Kara had predicted. It was not long before the Alliance fighters had the upper hand and were destroying all the Jahay fighters before they could return to their ship. The battle was over 20 minutes after that.
But it was not until ten hours later that Tir returned to their quarters. He found Kara asleep at the dining room table, which he thought was a bit strange. “Kara,” he said gently as he came up behind her and lifted her into his arms.
“Wait no, the food. I’m waiting for some food,” she said half-asleep.
He stroked her hair, “Did you try to leave?”
She nodded against his chest.
“I’ll order you some food only because you helped me win that battle today, which I was very grateful for.”
“I figured it was partly my fault you were so unprepared, and I didn’t want our sex life to slow down because of it,” she admitted.
“I’ll go against the gods and get you some food. I’m sorry about the orders, but Kara, you are still my prisoner, so you can’t leave,”
he did not need to ask her how she opened the locked door, he summarized that with her new studies of their written language she had probably easily memorized his code.
He ordered her food and then sat with her in his arms on the sofa. She was not sleeping, but she was very tired and just lay against him with her eyes closed, “What’ve you been doing all day after the battle?”
“Studying, waiting for you. Waiting for food.” Then she mentally turned off her translator to see if she could understand what he said next.
“What chapter are you on now?”
She was happy she could understand him, but she did not want to risk speaking back and it being wrong now, so she spoke in English as he would not even guess she had turned off her translator. “Chapter 34. Almost halfway.”
“That’s good. Soon you will be able to read almost everything, so I ‘ll have to be even more vigilant.” Gods, he thought, She’s too clever. She must get pregnant, then gods’ willing, her loyalty to me will be certain.
Kara turned her translator back on. She had understood most of what he said so she was pleased with herself given that she had only begun a couple days ago and recognized less than 300 words. Thankfully Alliance grammar was not very difficult. She lay her head against his chest then as he stroked her hair. She thought, Enjoy this while you can Rainer because you are going to leave soon. But then that same voice inside her head said, You are playing with fire. She told her mind to shush then and she just peacefully tried to think of nothing but the pleasure of being held by him and his strong hand stroking her hair.
After many minutes the door chimed, and Mux came in with food which he laid out in the dining room. Kara sprang up and into the dining room to eat without saying anything to Mux or Tir, she was so hungry. She had not eaten for over 24 hours. She did not even care that it was the same boring vegetables; she ate them as if they were delicious, which they were not. Her body had become used to regular food again, and because of that, she felt hungry often.
After she finished, Tir led her into the bedroom where he took off her dress and put her to bed and did the same for himself. He pulled her close in the bed. His head was resting on top of hers, “There will be one more battle, I reckon,” he said softly.
“I think two major battles are left,” she countered him. “The Jahay will draw this out for as long as possible. Wouldn’t it be better to hunt them down? You have this massive fleet.”
“I’m waiting to meet up with two more fleets here.” He was confident she had no access to communications and could not relay that to anyone. “Then they’ll come to us. We’re more powerful. We don’t need to chase them down. We have the resources to wait. And,” he grabbed her breast and began pulling gently on her nipple, “The sooner the war is over, the sooner I have to send you away.”
Kara put his hand over her breast to urge him on more. Her thinking was that the sooner she became pregnant, the sooner she could gain his loyalty stay on ship and escape. She knew if she were left on the capital planet, she would never escape. His other hand was caressing her vulva and the top of her thighs now. She enjoyed how he got her to orgasm quickly, sometimes just as much as when he did it slowly on purpose. Kara knew he was tired now but appreciated that he was not going to orgasm if she didn’t or at least he gave it a really good try. She reflected that he was beginning to know her body better than she did herself and made it perform for him. It was not long before he was making her come with his fingers lightly tapping her clitoris on intervals with descending circular strokes. She was grinding her hips back into his hips and groin and could feel his erect penis on the back of her thigh just waiting its turn. She came so hard that he had to hold her in place to finish and once she had he was gently pushing his ridged penis into her, holding her close from behind, his hands on her breasts.
The feel of him going in and out of her slowly from this angle was almost too much. She reached back with one of her hands and put it in his long, thick hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Afterward, he moved his hands to her hips and began moving more in earnest. He knew she wanted him to enter her, ‘like a dog’ as she had said once before, but he wanted to see her now. So, he flipped her on her back and put her ankles together, resting on one of his shoulders as he began pounding into her. He loved the way her breasts moved with each thrust. And the way her cheeks were flushed with pink. It was only minutes before he found his climax and then lay beside her and pulled her close again and the blanket over them.
Kara slept comfortably with the enemy. Her thoughts as she drifted to sleep were, You really have done it now. You have married, slept with a prostitute and now helped win a battle against your allies. You are a traitor Kara Rainer. But even though she knew the truth and the person she was one week ago would be upset with her now, she could not be that upset with herself having had to make the decisions that she had had to make about her crew, their lives, and her current position. Nothing in life was ever clean, she thought and then drifted off to sleep with her hand resting gently on Tir’s waist.
In the morning, they were awakened by Mux bringing in breakfast. They got up and ate silently. Afterward, Tir said, “I’ve to go. Stay here. Learn the hieroglyphics, and there are some children’s books there you can try to read too. I might be gone for a long time. Do not try to escape or else the guards will not feed you as you discovered yesterday.”
Kara was not looking forward to a day alone again. “Can you send Doctor John here for the midday meal? I usually eat with him. I will be lonely here all alone again.”
“No Kara, he is working with Siu. If you get lonely, call for Sera or another slave artist to entertain you.”
“I’m not going to do that,” she said, but as soon as she said it, she thought she might do just that. The thought of her and Sera alone without the interference of Tir, but then she thought she was so hypocritical saying he could not sleep with her when that is exactly what she wanted to do suddenly.
“Your thoughts are clear across your face, Wife. Fortunately for you, I’m not nearly as jealous, and you can have your fun with Sera. I don’t mind, just don’t make it a habit, she is very expensive.”
“We’ll see. I enjoy the idea of spending your UCs as your prisoner.”
“My wife,” Tir corrected her as he got up to leave. “Now wife you say to me, ‘Let the gods guide you.’”
Kara just looked at him blankly.
“Say it.”
“Why?”
“Because it is what you do in the Alliance. Say it.”
Kara reminded herself that she was trying to gain his favor, “Let the gods guide you.”
“Let the gods continue to show you the way,” he responded to her and then turned and left — the doors locking behind him.
Kara went to the console and began studying. Well after the evening meal she had become so bored and lonely, she opened Tir’s computer and called Sera. She was not really in the mood for sex anymore as she had been that morning but rather just someone to talk to.
When Sera arrived, Kara explained, “It’s just me. I’ve been locked in this room all day yesterday and today. I’m lonely.”
“I can imagine,” Sera said sympathetically. “Would you like to hear a story or do something else?” She smiled sweetly at Kara, and innocently touched her arm.
“I’d like to talk to you. I know almost nothing about the Alliance and Tir is not forthcoming with information.”
“What would you like to know about specifically? Do you mind if I sit?” Sera asked.
“Let’s begin with the classes, you and Tir have both mentioned it, but I do not understand.”
“In the Alliance, we have three classes, the maximum class, which is what Tir is, the middling class, there are none onboard, and the slave class which I’m apart of and about a hundred others onboard. Every Alliance citizen then belongs to a symbolic house no matter what class they belong to. In that house, they are born into a role or job with very few chances to make choices for their futu
res themselves.”
“What about Tir?”
“He was born into an imperial family, in which there are two. It has always been expected that he would join the military and become at the very least a general. It was not unexpected though that he became an admiral as he is a very good leader and then because of this and that the exchange of imperial families is near, he has been chosen to be the Emperor’s successor. You know this, right?”
Kara nodded, “Yes, he mentioned it. But I do not understand how that works.”
“Every couple hundred years, the Empress and Emperor retire and choose who will lead next from the best of the imperial families. Usually, a new Emperor is chosen, and he will marry a suitable woman, and they will rule together until it is their time to retire and choose someone else to take their place.”
“But Tir has not chosen someone suitable, has he?”
“No,” said Sera honestly. “But he has chosen you for religious reasons as he believes humans are the Lost People and he’s making an example out of himself. But because of this, it is doubtful he will ever become Emperor.”
“Are people that racist in the Empire?”
“Captain Kara, it’s not just the Empire. Whoever rules the Alliance Empire rules the galaxy. The galaxy wouldn’t stand for a human Empress.”
Kara was completely offended, “Why not?”
Sera looked at this sweet little human and said as she would to a child, “Because the Empress is the most powerful person in the galaxy.”
“But what about the Emperor?”
“A man? He’s a consort, a means to an end.”
“I don’t understand,” Kara admitted. “He’s the one who has been chosen.”
“Yes, chosen to chose his mate. Admiral Tir earned the position of successor because of his leadership skills, his morality, his dedication to the gods. It’s these qualities that will lead him to choose a suitable leader for the Empire.”
