Guarded by the Kenari: A SciFi Alien Abduction Romance (Pleasure Planet Book 2)

by Emma Vance

  I chuckled, the sound rumbling through my chest like a rusty ship exhaust. “You are right.” I said, stroking her hair. “I am, what did you call me? An ass-hat.”

  She laughed and swatted my chest. “Yes. You are. But you aren’t going to be anymore, right?”

  I shook my head, taking in every line of her beautiful human face, eyes skimming her delicate shoulders and then lower, to her heavy rounded breasts, the wide curve of her hips and the soft swell of her stomach.

  “No,” I heard myself answer. “I’m not going to be an ass-hat anymore.”

  She grinned and I felt myself smiling back. “Well, you weren’t that hard to convince. I thought I was going to have to bring out the big guns.”

  “I’m not sure I could have resisted you at all.”

  “You mean I got all mad for nothing?” Nisha pouted.

  “Not at all. My cock appreciated your ferociousness very much.” I smirked at her, the corner of my mouth raising a fraction.

  She swatted me on the shoulder, then her face turned serious.

  “We don’t necessarily have to leave, you know? I’m not saying that to change your plans or anything, but if you didn’t have your heart set on being dumped on the nearest planet, we could stay with the Dragorians, figure out what their plan is and go from there. Maybe they need more ship captains where we are going. And, you know, ship captains always need their concubines on board.”

  I grinned at her. “I’ve never heard of this rule, and I grew up on ships.”

  “Oh yeah, it’s a new thing.” As if she couldn’t wait any longer, she lifted her hands and cupped my face, bringing it closer to her.

  “I love you, you big fool. Don’t you ever tell me again how you are going to leave me. Even if you think its for my own good. Because I guarantee, it isn’t.”

  My heart swelled to ten times the size. “I do not deserve you, Nisha. I love you more than any male has ever loved a female.” I swallowed, my throat thick. “I . . . have not had anyone care about me in a long time. I did not want to depend on it, or have expectations of you, now that we are not trapped together, without choices,” I said, laying my thoughts bare. “But I know now, we care about each other, we depend on each other, and we should both have expectations of the other, if we are to be a team.”

  “A team,” she said softly, “I like that.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Nisha

  Otun stroked my shoulders and the caress was mesmerizing. The sensual feeling of the leathery pads of his fingers along my bare arm was nearly overwhelming. Every stroke of his fingers tugged on an invisible string directly connected to my pussy. I felt wetness growing between my thighs, felt the ache of my need spread and start to consume me.

  But it was nothing compared to what I felt when Otun told me he loved me. When he said he wanted to stay with me and be a team.

  Oh, I was ready to tear him a new one earlier when he said he was going to hop off at the next planet without me. I almost lost my damn mind. After all we had been through together, everything we had been to each other, I couldn’t believe he would just want to leave me like that. When he explained he was doing it to give me a better life, I nearly jumped on him. He was an idiot, and it was a little annoying that he was presuming to know what I wanted better than I knew myself, but at least it came from a place of love and not that he didn’t care about me.

  Love. He loved me, and I loved him.

  It wasn’t that I felt obligated to be with him because of the sex-poison or that I didn’t have any other choice. I knew deep in my heart that I would have been devastated had I escaped Stryxx without Otun.

  I was the happiest I’d been in a long, long time.

  I looked up at him, his piercing eyes like a molten green flame, setting me alight. I knew I’d finally found my person and I meant what I said to him.

  I found safety in Otun, and that was worth everything.

  “Tell me your thoughts, Nisha,” he said, his voice husky, causing my nipples to harden.

  Suddenly, I didn’t have any thoughts. My mind was focused on nothing but the sound of his voice, gravelly and deep. I knew that voice. That was the voice that urged me to ride him faster, that whispered filthy words to me as I came, and that muttered unintelligible things when I wrapped my legs around his waist and clenched my pussy around his cock. That was the voice I wanted right now.

  “It’s much better to show you,” I responded, lifting my hands up to pull the ribbons of my dress so that it fell from me like a silk waterfall.

  I saw the knot at his throat bob as he swallowed, his green eyes flickering over me with sharp intensity. His golden body was illuminated by the light of the stars through the small window opening to the galaxy beyond.

  “So that scaly alien dude gave you his room for the whole night, right?” I asked. Otun didn’t respond, he just stared unabashedly at my naked body. Finally, he nodded, his eyes not moving from my breasts.

  “Then let’s make use of it.”

  He growled low, and that was all the warning I got before he lifted me off my feet and had me underneath him on the bed. The sheets were a cool satiny material, and they slid underneath my body like liquid. Otun had one arm on either side of my head and was staring down at me, his breathing labored, his canines protruding.

  “You are mine,” he said, his voice guttural.

  “Yes.”

  He shuddered at my response, then his arms slid to mine, lifting them up over my head and pinning me there. The movement caused my breasts to jut forward and my back to arch. He grinned with wicked intent and bent his head to nip at my breasts, increasing the intensity of the bites and pulls with his mouth the more noise I made.

  I wanted to touch him too. When I tried to tug my arms out from underneath his, he held me fast. “Not yet.”

  “I want my hands on you.” I was surprised at the desperate break in my voice.

  He shook his head, his long hair loose, the silken strands tickling my breasts. “Not yet, Salana. Right now, I get to have my fill of you.”

  His tongue traced my earlobe, and I bucked my hips. He chuckled and his tongue continued down my neck and between the valley of my breasts. His arms released me as he moved lower, his hot tongue dipping into my belly button and then pausing above my pussy.

  “Please,” I moaned, my hands sinking into his glorious hair, tugging him closer to me.

  I felt his searing breath at my core for an instant before he fastened his mouth on my pussy. I arched backward, and he worked my clit with his rough tongue, alternating between licking and sucking my sensitive bud. His big hand cupped the entrance to my pussy and two thick fingers slid into my slick entrance.

  I gasped at the feeling of being stretched wide. He continued fucking me with his big fingers and sucking on my clit at the same time. The slight brush of fur that coated his hands rubbed against the inside of my pussy, the texture adding an extra layer of pleasure. I rocked against his hand and face, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

  “Yes,” I said over and over like I was delirious.

  His mouth grew rougher on my clit, and his fingers more frenzied in their thrusting. My cries filled the room until finally I shattered. My orgasm rocked through me, my pussy spasming around his fingers, gripping them and sucking them in. He lathed his tongue across my clit gently, as the ebbing waves of pleasure began to recede.

  “Otun,” I said after a moment, my voice hoarse from the cries of my pleasure. “I need you to fill me.”

  He raised himself above me, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. I could feel my pussy being spread wide and open for him to fuck me. He bared his teeth, his lips pulled back in a silent snarl as he pushed his thick cock inside me.

  “Nisha,” he gasped. My pussy swallowed the inches of his cock as he thrust forward. I arched to meet him, and we both moaned low as he filled me up to the root of him. “Your cunt is so tight, Salana.” He grunted as I shifted underneath him, adjusting to the fullness.
/>   He withdrew slightly, then gave a shallow thrust, the friction delicious and consuming.

  “More,” I said, skirting my hands down my body and rubbing my aching clit with my fingers.

  He withdrew again, a little more this time, then slammed forward, spearing my core. He did it again and again and each time his thrust was deeper, less controlled, until he worked me in a delicious rhythm and our bodies slapped together. My leg was still slung over his shoulder and my open pussy rubbed along him. His grunts timed with each snap of his hips, and his balls slapped my ass with satisfying smacks. I rubbed my clit harder, and he looked between our bodies, staring at my fingers as if mesmerized. His thrusts grew more frenzied, and I knew he was close to coming when his cock grew harder and hotter inside of me.

  “Otun!” I screamed his name, my pussy clenching his cock. The rush of pleasure right before I flew off the cliff was so intense, I felt like I was going to black out.

  “Come,” he growled, slamming into me relentlessly. “Come for me Nisha, so I can explode inside you.” His words drove me over the edge, until I was splintering, shattering into a million pieces, my body convulsing, my pussy squeezing his cock.

  He shouted, the sound echoing off the walls. Then he froze above me, his teeth bared as he came and pumped his hot seed into my body.

  Otun lowered his head into my neck, his forearms holding his body up, preventing him from crushing me. We lay in silence together for the next few minutes, our panting the only sounds in the quiet room.

  Then he moved beside me on the bed. I turned to him, and he traced my skin with the tips of his fingers, watching their progress with fascination.

  “What happens now?”

  He held me to his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat matched my breathing.

  “Now, I speak with the Dragorians about staying with them.”

  I lifted my head to look up at him. “You don’t want us to leave?”

  Otun shook his head, a smile curling his lips. “Perhaps they will allow me to pilot one of their ships.”

  I snorted. “That’s the only reason you want to stay.”

  His face grew somber. “No. It is not fair to tear you away from the humans, from your people. I know how hard that is, being without your own kind, without any sort of family.”

  I brought my face close to his, our noses touching. “I’m your family now.”

  He closed his eyes and a soft shudder passed through him. When he opened them again, they were a blazing, vibrant green. “I love you, Salana.”

  “I love you too, but you are going to have to tell me what that word means,” I said, stroking his hair.

  He hesitated a moment, and my curiosity was increased.

  “It means, my beloved mate,” he said the words slowly, watching me as if I was frightened animal.

  “Mate?” I asked, testing the word in my mouth. The Dragorian captain had called Beatrice that, but theirs seemed to be a kind of biological thing.

  “Your mate is a very important thing for the Kenari. More important than love, more important than anything.”

  “So, am I your mate then? How do you know?”

  “I knew when I realized I couldn’t leave you behind. When I understood that I would rather remain a slave to Bardoa if it meant I could still see you.” He paused and seemed to consider his words. “When you said I was your family, that is what a mate is. It means you are never alone again. You will carry your mate in your heart always.”

  “We will always have each other, Otun,” I vowed. “You will never be alone again.”

  I knew that Otun and I would conquer anything together, and as long as I had him beside me, I would feel loved, protected and safe.

  We intertwined our hands and I rested my head on his chest. He held me close to him and his heat enveloped me, cocooning me in his love and strength.

  We fell asleep like that, with only the stars as our night light.

  ***

  Authors Note

  Thank you so much for reading Guarded by the Kenari, the second book in my Pleasure Planet series. This book was near and dear to my heart because I really felt Nisha’s struggle when writing it. I know I’d be so afraid to try and escape if I’d lost all my friends that way! And of course, who wouldn’t fall for such a devoted dude like Otun? I hope you’ve enjoyed their story as much as I did writing it. If you are left wondering what happened to the Gladiator beast from the cave, he and the human he rescues might just have a novella coming out that will tie up that loose end. Keep your eyes peeled!

  I am so excited for the next book in my Pleasure Planet series, because I have had so many reader emails about Pippa and Mal’s story already. I know you will love crass Pippa as she battles surly Mal to figure out what they both want. Spoiler: its each other!

  If reading this book has given you an escape at all from the uncertainty and struggles in the world today, then I accomplished my mission, and I’m very happy that I did.

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  Excerpt - Cured by the Dragorian

  Pippa

  We escaped.

  It didn’t feel real. But as our ship blasted through the galaxy and the Dragorians and humans whooped and celebrated around me, I knew it was. So why didn’t I feel like celebrating too?

  Maybe it was because, even though I’d escaped the sex planet I’d been owned by, no matter how far across the galaxy I traveled, I knew I’d always be enslaved.

  Because I’d always be poisoned.

  I rubbed my hand up and down my thigh, already feeling the urge again. My nipples hardened in need, and my pussy flooded with liquid. My body betrayed me, listening only to the poison I’d willingly taken to ease the suffering I thought I’d endure.

  Only, I hadn’t needed to consume the poison.

  Almost immediately after I’d taken it, a group of aliens called Dragorians landed on the brothel planet where the humans had been sold to and helped us escape.

  Suddenly, the poisoned tea I’d drank, the tea that gave me an intense sexual arousal, that may have made having sex with a bunch of aliens way more palatable, was the worst decision I’d ever made.

  Even worse than when I’d decided to get back with my ex-boyfriend who continued to cheat on me for the next two years. Even worse than when I’d dropped out of school. Drinking that ‘sex-poison’ as the other humans called it, now meant that I would always need sex to have, and that it would be painful if I didn’t slake my urges regularly. Which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t in the middle of an unknown galaxy, with no other human dudes in sight.

  I glanced to my side, at the frowning, dour Dragorian male beside me who I’d met only a few days ago.

  He had scales for fuck’s sake.

  He was gray, with flakes of gold like molten metal splashed across his body. He had the demonic features of a gargoyle—broad, exaggerated and large. His twisted ears were like an orc’s and he was literally three times the size of me.

  There was no way I could even pretend Mal, the Dragorian male sitting next to me, was human.

  And yet, I craved him like an addict.

  I craved his rough touch against my skin, his forked tongue on my pussy, his deft fingers delving between my thighs and sp
reading me open like a present. I groaned and grit my teeth at the images flashing through my mind. God. I needed to stop thinking like a sex crazed lunatic.

  When he’d come to Stryxx—the sex planet I’d been sold to—I was in a bad place. So bad, I’d needed someone to help me. He turned up, went down on me, and it was like a miracle.

  They told us Dragorians didn’t normally go to pleasure planets and didn’t usually pay to have sex with female slaves. They went to Stryxx to find an important scientist that had gone missing, and once they found him, they agreed to take us off the planet too.

  It helped that one of my friends, Beatrice, had ‘mated’ with the captain of their ship. Apparently, Dragorians had a lady Dragorian shortage on their planet and it was crazy that Beatrice and the captain could mate being that they were inter-species.

  Honestly, I didn’t really give a fuck.

  It had been too much of a shitstorm for me to care about their problems. I had fucking problems of my own.

  When Mal chose me to pretend to be his whore to give him cover on the pleasure planet, I was freaked out at first. But then, I used it to my advantage. I asked him to help me relieve the affects of the poison flowing through my body, and he agreed. I wasn’t even ashamed—we both knew it for what it was. He was helping me out, and us humans were helping his people find their scientist. Now that was done, I didn’t know what we were to each other.

  We hadn’t even fucked yet. He’d gotten me off a few times, and it was enough to make me feel a little better, and cope with the poisonous urges gripping me. But now, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want more. That I didn’t need more.

  It was bad enough when I was a sex slave on a brothel planet, but now I was free, what the fuck was I supposed to do? Just find alien dudes to fuck me forever? I should have stayed on the sex planet if that was what I was going to do. I’d never be free. And I knew, deep in my heart, that I didn’t want a bunch of other alien guys.