Kazzon's Human Bride: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Tarrkuan Masters Book 3)

by Sue Lyndon

  He gave her a severe look and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Remove your clothing. All of it.”

  With shaking hands, she started to comply. She slipped out of her pants before tugging her shirt off. She cast him a shy glance as she reached around to remove her bra, then allowed it to drift to the floor with her clothing. Now she stood before him in nothing but a pair of white panties. His gaze roved over her and his shaft hardened in his pants.

  “Finish undressing, little human. If I have to remove your panties myself, you can expect extra swats.”

  Her breath left her in a whoosh, but she was quick to obey. She stepped out of her panties and kicked them away, in the direction of her other clothes. She clasped her hands in front of herself again and bowed her head, appearing as the perfect picture of submission.

  “Good little human,” he said, infusing his voice with praise. “Now, I think you know what’s going to happen. You’re going to end up over my knee, because that’s where a naughty young female belongs—over her husband’s knee.”

  He guided her to the chair in the corner of the room, where he sank down and drew her over his lap. She shivered but remained in place.

  “Please, Xerr,” she said, though he could tell she was playing along with the ruse. “Please, Xerr, I’m so sorry. You-you don’t have to punish me. Please, I’ll be good—I don’t want a spanking.” She gave a half-hearted struggle which he was quick to subdue. He gathered her flailing hands behind her and pressed them to her lower back, just as he wrapped one of his legs around her lightly kicking ones.

  “Naughty girl,” he said. “You ought to know better than to fight your mate—your master.” A thrill jolted through Kazzon as he held her in place and cupped her bottom. Normally serious and standoffish, it was unlike him to engage in any sort of teasing or playacting with anyone, yet the growing connection he shared with Caylee was starting to strip his defenses down.

  An eroticized haze of tension blanketed the room. He growled at the sensation of her center writhing over his hardness. Though he held her down, she still kept trying to wiggle over his lap, and the delicious friction of her lower stomach rubbing upon his shaft left him sweltering with need. Fluxx. He was enjoying this interaction between them very, very much.

  He forced her thighs wide apart, exposing her slick pink folds to his hungry gaze. She quivered over his lap, occasional whimpers drifting from her throat. The scent of her drove him wild and he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her wetness.

  He slid his fingers through her moisture, but purposely avoided her clit. Frustrated moans replaced her whimpers whenever he came close to stroking her nubbin but glided his fingers away at the last moment.

  “So wet and so naughty,” he said in a scolding tone. Then he removed his hand from her nether lips and once more cupped her bottom. He gave it a firm squeeze before lifting his hand and bringing his flattened palm down across her cheeks. The slap resounded in the room. She squealed and tried to kick her legs, but since he still had one leg draped over hers, she only managed to scissor her feet.

  “Please, Xerr,” she begged again. “I’ll be good.”

  Her pleas incited his lust to burn hotter. But he wasn’t going to let her up yet. She had more spanks coming. More of this delicious punishment that wasn’t truly a punishment at all. He proceeded to administer a series of sharp slaps to her cheeks, which reddened beautifully under his hand. Waves of white-hot desire struck him, and the sight of her flesh bearing the marks of his palm provoked him to increase his pace.

  “Oh, please! You must stop!” A note of feigned distress laced her voice, the scent of her feminine essence increased steadily, and the bundle of nerves protruding from her slick folds appeared distended and swollen. His head swam at the sight.

  “I’ll be the one to decide when you’ve had enough, little human,” he said with a growl.

  More smacks rained down upon her upturned cheeks.

  Finally, he paused and began caressing her reddened backside. Whenever his fingers ventured close to her slick folds, her breath caught in her throat and she lifted her bottom slightly, as if seeking his touch in her womanly core.

  “Your bottom is bright red, Caylee, and I bet you’re very, very sore.” He stroked lower, until his digits trailed but a fraction from her swollen, gleaming mound. “Tell me, have you learned your lesson?”

  “Oh, yes, Xerr,” she said in a breathless tone, “I have learned my lesson. I-I am sorry for my poor behavior, truly I am.”

  Carnal pleasure rippled through him. Fluxx, the scent of her tempted the beast inside him. He released the ferocious growl building in his chest. He lifted her and forced her to stand between his spread thighs. Even standing in front of him while he remained seated, she still wasn’t taller than him. He stared directly at her, taking in the blush engulfing her entire face and her rapid breaths.

  “Get on your knees, little human,” he said as he worked open the front of his pants, freeing his hardened length in one swift movement, “and show me just how sorry you are.”

  Chapter 24

  Slowly, Caylee lowered herself to the floor in front of her husband. She winced when her punished bottom came into contact with her heels, and she shot up and cupped her cheeks, embarrassment washing through her.

  What was happening?

  She stared at Kazzon, suddenly stunned by the experience they’d just shared. He’d given her a spanking, but not as a real punishment. Instead, he’d smacked her bottom while she writhed and pleaded upon his lap for… fun. Or something like that. Her mind whirled so fast she couldn’t think of a better word to describe it.

  Everything between her thighs throbbed unbearably and she felt a bit miffed that he had avoided stroking her clit entirely—he’d teased her with fleeting strokes to her nether lips but hadn’t given her the release she craved.

  The heated sting covering her bottom coalesced with the rampant arousal sweeping through her, making her pussy ache in a most unbearable manner. She eyed Kazzon’s huge cock and swallowed hard, nervous anticipation skittering through her as she considered the task ahead of her.

  She’d never done anything like this before.

  Kazzon was her first kiss, her first everything.

  Show me how sorry you are.

  His words from seconds ago repeated in her head, causing the pulsing aches in her nether region to deepen. As she moved forward and reached to grip his rigid length, she tucked her free hand between her thighs, edging her fingers close to the part of her that throbbed relentlessly.

  She had never stroked herself before, but the temptation to caress her nubbin and swirl her moisture atop it, in the same fashion as Kazzon had done with his tongue several times now, became impossible to resist. A naughty thrill coursed through her.

  He growled when she squeezed his shaft and lowered her head further, enough that her hot breaths likely wafted over his cockhead. But just before she could manage to stroke her clit, he gripped her arm and jerked it upward, removing her hand from between her thighs.

  A severe look darkened his features. “You will never touch yourself without permission, Caylee.”

  Shame overcame her and she looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer. She hadn’t known he would sense what she was doing—she’d thought she was being sneaky, and it would appear she was only bracing her hand on her thighs. Her face burned and she sucked in a ragged breath. His grip on her arm tightened.

  “Should I discover you have ever disobeyed this particular rule of mine, little human, you can expect a serious punishment session, likely one that involves a thick leather strap. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, finally lifting her gaze to his. “Yes, Xerr. I-I understand, and I’m sorry.” She wished she could turn back time a few seconds and not reach between her thighs. Humiliation continued to heat her all over as she lowered her eyes to his cock, upon which she still had a firm grip.

  Though uncertainty gripped her—she really didn’t kno
w what she was doing—she leaned down and dragged her tongue along the tip of his shaft, licking away a drop of gleaming white liquid. A salty tang exploded across her tongue.

  He released her arm and buried his hand in her hair, tugging on her locks as she continued placing slow licks upon his cock. His deep growls and moans helped foster her confidence—although she’d never done this before, apparently he was enjoying her efforts, clumsy though they might be.

  Eventually, she wrapped her lips around his impressive girth and began moving her head up and down, allowing her tongue to caress his flesh as she built a fast rhythm. The sounds of pleasure rumbling from him increased and he tightened his hold in her hair, gripping her locks as a deep growl tore from his throat.

  A quick glance up showed he’d closed his eyes. She breathed in through her nose and then exhaled, giving an audible sigh that caused her to hum over his cock. He sucked in a rapid breath through his teeth and finally opened his eyes.

  “Gods, that feels good, little human.” He released her hair, then spent a few moments tucking errant strands behind her ears.

  Need flickered in his dark depths and his cock jerked inside her mouth. His voice took on a sharp edge when he next spoke.

  “When I spill my seed, I expect you to swallow every last drop.”

  Her heart thudded in her ears. She tried to nod her understanding but couldn’t really accomplish the movement with her mouth so full. So, she focused her efforts on pleasuring him, praying that when the time came, she would somehow manage to gulp down every drop.

  Nerves curled in her stomach, as she thought about the immense amount of seed that normally spurted from his shaft when he came in her pussy. The pearly white liquid would trickle down her thighs, often making a mess. Her face heated and her tummy did a small flip.

  How would he react if she failed?

  Would he spank her again, this time for real?

  A painful sting clung to her bottom cheeks, one which she very much wished to rub out, the result of the not-so-gentle playful spanking he’d given her. She still couldn’t believe that he’d roleplayed with her, that he’d assumed the part of a strict disciplinarian, even scolding her as he brought his flattened palm down across her quivering ass cheeks.

  His manhood jerked in her mouth again and even seemed to grow larger. Her jaws ached from having to keep her mouth open so wide, as well as the repetitive up and down motions as she sought to bring him to a release.

  In the next moment, his whole body tensed, and he gripped her head with both hands, his fingers digging into her scalp. He held her in place, with his cock nearly shoved down her throat, as he spurted his salty essence into her mouth.

  “Swallow,” he said with a growl. “Swallow or I’ll make you one very sorry little human.”

  His threat compelled her to attempt her first gulp. She struggled with the huge amount of his seed, but she finally managed to take two more large swallows. His hands on her head became gentle, and he softly caressed his fingers through her hair, petting her as he withdrew his shaft from her mouth.

  Panting for air, she rested her cheek upon his huge muscular thigh, a sense of accomplishment falling over her. The unique manly taste of him lingered in her mouth. Once she caught her breath, she dared a peek up at him. Her heart soared at the reverent look gleaming in his eyes, as well as the slight smile that tugged at his sensual lips. It would appear she had pleased him, in more ways than one.

  “You’re a very good girl,” he said in a tone filled with praise, “to swallow all of your master’s seed.”

  His words caused flutters to erupt inside her. She didn’t know how to respond, so she kept quiet and continued resting her head upon his thigh. His spent cock remained in her line of vision, still rock hard, and she wondered if he intended to take their activities to the bed and claim her. Her pussy throbbed at the thought and she found herself pressing her thighs together, savoring the slight release of pressure that followed.

  But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Desperate for Kazzon’s touch, she straightened and met his gaze as she rested on her knees. Just as she was about to plead for him to show her mercy, he wrapped his arms around her and his deep voice drifted over her.

  “You’re more beautiful than ever to me right now,” he said, “kneeling before me, completely naked with a bright red bottom… and a stomach filled with my seed.” His nostrils flared and his eyes flashed. “And let’s not forget how wet and swollen your pussy is at this moment. How eager you are for a long, ruthless pounding.”

  A strangled moan left her before she could stop it. Face flushed, she lowered her head, embarrassed that such a noise had come from her. But God, she couldn’t help it, no more than she could help the persistent aching in her center.

  “Please, Xerr,” she said, praying he knew exactly what she was begging for.

  “Go bend over the bed, little human, and be sure to spread your legs wide.”

  Chapter 25

  Kazzon watched as Caylee crossed the room. She approached the bed, her hands moving behind her so she could rub her reddened bottom cheeks. He made a noise of disapproval low in his throat and she immediately dropped her hands to her sides.

  “No matter the reason for a spanking,” he said carefully, “you are always meant to feel the sting. There will be no rubbing, little human. Not unless you want to endure another session over my knee.”

  “Sorry, Xerr,” she murmured, peering over her shoulder at him.

  She turned back around and finished her walk to the bed, where she bent over and shifted her legs apart, revealing her intimate parts to his ravenous gaze. He rose to his feet and made quick work of stripping off his clothing, tossing the garments haphazardly to the floor.

  Feverish need gripped him. As he approached her, his balls drew up tight, tingles sweeping along his inner thighs. And his cock felt hard enough to cut through Trusllixiann steel.

  Pressing his body to hers, he allowed his manhood to drag up and down through her wetness. She shuddered and jutted her bottom out, inviting him to enter her tight depths. With a growl, he grabbed her hips and surged straight into her, a rapid and deep penetration that caused her to cry out.

  He remained submerged inside her, allowing her to feel the fullness of his desire. With his scrotum pressed to her clit, he could easily detect the nubbin throbbing against his flesh. A steady palpitation that matched her heartbeat, he realized, as he glanced at the pulse point in her neck.

  She grasped at the covers and held on tight when he finally started moving, withdrawing slightly only to ram into her all over again. Fluxx, he couldn’t get enough of her, this sweet little red-bottomed human who was now his wife.

  He set a rapid, merciless pace of fucking her. Each time he thrust into her depths, she cried out as his balls slapped upon her clit. The mind-numbing sensation of her channel clamping down and undulating around his cock told him she’d found her release. He paused briefly once she ceased crying out, allowing her a short spell of recovery.

  A soft sigh escaped her and her grip on the covers loosened. She turned her head to the side and inhaled deep breaths. Satisfaction coursed through him, knowing that he’d brought her to pleasure after only a few savage thrusts. Her intoxicating scent filled the room and he hoped she had the energy to survive the rest of the pounding he planned to give her.

  Kazzon commenced driving in and out of her with a brutal force that had her clasping the covers once more. She gasped with each harsh plunge, but he didn’t slow his pace.

  He erupted into her depths with a roar, shooting his seed into her in a stream of blinding pleasure. When the last pulsing wave of ecstasy receded, he withdrew from her center and lifted her in his arms. Warmth spread through him as he held her close. She leaned her head on him with a contented sigh and trailed her fingers over his chest.

  Not long ago, he’d been angry with her. He had jumped to conclusions just because she’d started talking about another male. But she’d helped him understand t
hat he’d misunderstood her intentions, and later on, she had accepted his apology.

  Once they’d returned to his quarters, the mood between them had shifted to a playful eroticism that still left him stunned. Holding her close, he treasured the female in his arms, and the growing intimacy between them. Never in his wildest imaginings had he thought he would share such a closeness with his mate.

  He carried her into the largest bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub, keeping her nestled close. After turning the water on, he focused his gaze on her and stroked a hand through her silken locks. His chest tightened with emotion and his throat suddenly burned.

  The Gods had truly blessed him. He could think of no other explanation for the sudden appearance of Caylee in his life. The little human in his arms was the sweetest gift he could have ever hoped to receive.

  He added soap to the water and finally stood up, then sank into the large tub with his bride. He didn’t release her even after they entered the water, the need to have her close clutched at him.

  He thought of the upcoming stop on Xollnax and a spasm of worry tightened in his gut. Frustration built inside him that he had no choice but to stop on the planet. He couldn’t disobey a direct order from a Tarrkuan official, nor could he leave a fellow ambassador stranded on a dangerous world with a damaged ship.

  He hoped the stop was a quick one and that nothing bad happened. Above all, he wished to keep Caylee safe. With this thought in mind, he determined that he would spend the upcoming days fortifying the Corrannelia’s shields, as well as ensuring extra security protocols were in place.

  He would send a message ahead to Ambassador Stonnas, requesting the diplomat and his crewmembers be waiting on the landing platform when Kazzon arrived. Perhaps it would not be necessary to leave the Corrannelia at all.

  This plan helped him relax somewhat, but he would still be busy during the next few days. When it came to the safety of his bride, he would never be too careful.