He dives south.
The moment his tongue meets my clit, I nearly explode with pleasure. I grip the jacket he laid down and bite my lower lip to keep in my whimper.
The emperor laughs, as if he knows that I’m seconds from coming and fighting it.
He works harder: licking, sucking, nipping, and teasing my little hard nub until I moan with pleasure. I wanted him so badly before this that I don’t last long at all. He nibbles at me just the right way, when finally, I explode and let loose a scream that will surely be heard back at the ship.
My knees knock together as the emperor keeps licking, more slowly and gently now. The aftershocks of his oral skills are nearly as powerful as the first one. I moan, and my head lolls to the side.
Sweet baby Jesus. If I’d known that aliens would be so much better at that than regular guys, maybe I’d have let them abduct me earlier.
I stiffen at the idea because hours ago I’d been trying to figure out how to make the emperor love me enough to let me go.
And now, I’m thinking I’d willfully be abducted.
Hells bells, I have a lot to consider.
6.
“Blast off in thirty seconds, Emperor,” a soldier says as Emperor Quazar walks into the command room, with me a half-step behind him.
“Blast off,” I whisper seductively so that only Quazar can hear.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through me pleasurably as he gestures to a seat.
“Rest there, my fildor fox. Strap yourself in tightly.”
I do, relishing the nickname he gave me earlier that morning. I’ve never seen a fildor fox in person, but Quazar showed me a holo image. They’re magnificent creatures and when we arrive on Ittux, I’ll want to see one in real life.
But more than that, a nickname means he’s fond of me, which is good. I’ve already grown attached to him too. We’ve spent three days together, mostly in bed exploring the other's body. We only part when he’s called to assist or pass judgment in an urgent matter.
Like seriously, we’ve spent so much time bumping and grinding that my lady parts are at risk of falling off. Strangely, I don’t mind. The ache between my legs is delicious, and when he lays those big blue hands on me, I only want more.
“Ten seconds, sir,” someone calls out.
Emperor Quazar shoots off a couple more commands before taking the chair next to mine.
“Time to go home.”
My heart clenches. Quazar is turning out to be kinder, sweeter, and overall better than I’d expected, but he still doesn’t seem to understand that he’s taking women from a place and people they love. While he might be going home, I’m leaving mine. And so are about a hundred other females.
I’m conflicted over this. Since I’ve been spending time with Quazar, I’ve been looking for silver-linings.
And I’ve found some.
I’ve always loved to travel, and what could be more adventurous than exploring a totally new planet?
But then again, the other half of me is still clinging to Earth. The halves war, particularly when I think about the other women.
I want to tell him how I feel, but despite loving the sex and coming to adore how he looks at me, which is strange not just in its rapidity, but because I’ve never really loved how a man looked at me before, I can’t.
We’re not there yet. Not close enough. When I tell him I don’t like that, he abducts women and I don’t want to be a part of a harem; I want him to trust me, respect me, and listen. Right now, I can’t be sure he feels strongly enough about me to do so.
The thrusters engage, ripping me from my thoughts. The ship rises, and even though I’ve been told to stay seated and strap myself in, I want nothing more than to look out the window. I yearn to glimpse Earth for the last time in who-knows-how-long.
I crane my neck around Quazar, who has a full-on view. After a few seconds, he scoots back as much as his massive frame will allow.
“I should have given you this seat. You’ve never traveled in space before, correct?”
I gape. Of course, I haven’t traveled in space before. I’m not an astronaut. Nor have I been abducted before. But I know he’s saying it because his kind travels space so often that it’s normal.
My new life will be so strange.
“No, but thanks. I can see now.”
I scoot over as much as possible and gaze out the window. Below, green fields and forests become smaller. Soon a vast expanse of ocean enters my vision, and after that it seems like the planet is nothing but blue.
Like in those space shows.
“Wow,” I breathe. “It’s so beautiful.”
“It is. As you are.”
My eyes snap to him. He’s gazing at me with a familiar expression. He wants me and now that I’m looking him in the eye, my body revs up. I’m ready for more blue dick. God, am I ever ready.
Knowing that we shouldn’t move yet, I do what I can to contain myself, ripping my gaze from Quazar and back to Earth.
We enter space, and things become darker. I blink, unable to believe what is happening. I wonder if the women in the cells are looking out the few windows too, watching our home disappear.
An alarm goes off, telling us it’s safe to move around. Right away the emperor unbuckles himself and then me.
“Stay the course for Ittux,” he says before scooping me up in his arms. “I’m not to be disturbed.”
My blood is on fire as he strides out of the command deck and down the halls. We’re in his quarters quickly. Approaching his bed, which is way bigger than a King-size, he sets me down and goes to shut the door. When he turns around, there’s a fire in those violet eyes. A blaze of passion that I hunger for.
“What are you doing to me, female? I never leave a launch so quickly.” His voice is gravely and hot as fuck.
“Female?”
I arch an eyebrow.
He grins. I've learned that he likes it when I challenge him. Not so much in front of his men, but in private it turns him on.
“Liz,” he amends.
The big lug strides toward me, pulling off his clothes as he comes closer. When he reaches me, he’s deliciously shirtless and an expanse of blue muscles calls to me. I reach out, pulling him closer to suck on his nipple.
He moans, unable to resist, rips open my shirt. My breasts are free beneath the shirt because that’s how Quazar likes them, and I couldn’t give a fuck about bras. In fact, burn them all! His hands cup one as another works on taking off my pants.
I gotta hand it to the guy, with his wings he basically has four hands and he uses them all well. Very fucking well.
I’m naked within seconds, and the emperor eases away from me enough to pull off his own pants. When he does, his rod, thick and blue and eleven inches long, (yes, I actually measured, which he found amusing.) stares right at me.
Taunting me.
Teasing me.
Making me wet.
“I want you in my mouth,” I blurt out, unable to help myself.
But the emperor only shakes his head.
“In front of the window.”
I scurry over, hungry for him to be inside me in whatever way possible.
“On your hands and knees, little fox. By the window.”
I do as he says and his hands grip my hips as he enters me.
I gasp as he fills me, so completely, so amazingly. Jesus, I’ve slept with guys before, but I swear to god it’s like Quazar’s dick was made for me.
He pumps in and out, and I whimper as he teases my nipples with his hands. When they’re as hard as rocks he pulls them. I scream his name in pleasure.
“My human. I love the way you sound when you say my name. Gaze out the window.”
Though I can barely keep my shit straight, I do as he says and see Earth again. It’s much smaller now, unrecognizable as my planet.
I gasp and tears spring to my eyes. Did he bring me here to watch my home disappear? Is he being cruel? Fucking me while we soar through space away
from all I’ve ever loved.
It’s not like him to be cruel to me, but I can’t see any other explanation. “Why?” I choke out, unable to look at him.
“You’re saying goodbye to your home now,” Quazar growls
His voice is throaty as he ruts me deeper. The sounds of my wetness fill the room and even though I’m upset, my body is at the point of no return. The spasm of orgasm is mounting.
Damn this yon and his way with my body. It can't help but respond to him.
“But I want you to know,” Quazar continues, “That you’ll have a new one. With me. And if you wish, after a time, you may return. Again, with me. I’m not sure that I can give you up for good. Even in this short time, you have . . . changed me.”
He pauses, and I understand why. We’ve been together for mere days and I’m changed too. I know I should be wanting nothing more than to return to Earth, to break the chains that bind me. But honestly, I don’t. My time with Quazar has been so revelatory, that I’ve come to realise I’ve never wanted anyone more.
Something has shifted between us, physically, mentally, and emotionally, although neither of us have the faintest idea what it is. And now that I’ve had time to think, I’ve realized how much of an adventure this could be. I have friends that I’ll miss on Earth, but no family. With Quazar I have a chance to see the universe and maybe, if I can relieve him of the harem idea, love.
“I have plans for your home.” Quazar continues. “Plans that will bring it back to greatness. Do you trust me?”
I twist so I can look him in the eyes. For a moment he stops thrusting, but keeps his dick inside me, still claiming me.
“You’ll help the humans?” I gape.
That’s the last thing I expected.
“Not land and take what you wish?”
He nods.
“I hadn’t thought about it much before getting to know you. It’ll take time, but yes. You have changed me. I want to help your kind. And if you wish, you may advise me on ways to do so.”
My heart soars, and the tears that were so close to spilling almost do. I turn back to look at my planet, the home that I’m leaving, but will return to one day. When I do, I’ll make it better.
In the meantime, I’ll explore the stars, and this sexy yon’s body.
“If you want to help my kind, you can start by making me come so hard I pass out.”
The emperor lets out a booming laugh and suddenly he pulls out, turns me around and then sits me on his dick so that I’m straddling him. He looks me in the eyes and thrusts.
Pleasure sears through me, stealing all the breath from my lungs. Holy fuck in hell, this guy.
“My human. My Liz. My fildor fox.”
He thrusts again. Every single muscle in my legs quiver.
“More,” I command, keeping our eyes locked as if we are equals.
Another thrust.
“More!”
And another.
“MORE!”
My channel is spasming when he grabs my ass-cheeks hard and rams himself so deep into me, I swear he must be the only thing left inside me.
I explode with a scream. As if he was waiting for me to come first, the emperor roars with pleasure too. That unnamable thread between us tightens and my lips crash to his.
When the waves of our pleasure have subsided, we hold each other. His promise that he’ll do right by me and my kind is ringing in my ears. I can’t think of anything other than how lucky I am to have him, a person who sees me and wants me.
The alien who, I’m fairly sure, was made just for me.
The End
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Rachael doesn’t see herself as special, but she’s been hiding some dark needs and desires that are very much in demand by people from another planet. She never expected to have those fantasies fulfilled, but when she wakes up on a spaceship with no memory of how she got there, her life takes an unexpected turn…for the better.
Her dominant captor excites in ways she can’t explain and then he teases her with the chance to experience all those things she’s only dreamed about before. Now, all she ever wanted, all she ever needed is within her grasp—all she has to do is ask for it.
Chapter 1
She was pressed hard against the cold metal wall, as he captured her lips in a deep kiss that took her breath away. He touched and explored her body with rough hands until she thought she might burst into flames from the heat rising under her skin. She had no choice but to hold onto him. Her arms looped around his neck, clinging for support as the turbulent sensations rolled through her body like a violent storm.
She’d never experienced this kind of passion before him. Human men didn’t seem to feel things the same way Kave did. Never once in her whole life had she been pinned with such intensity and demand. It made her ache for more. A pulse between her thighs begged for his attention.
He broke the kiss just long enough to mouth his way to her neck, sucking and biting at the skin until she was making desperate sounds of pleasure and pain. Those little gasps and moans excited him, and he shoved her legs apart so that he could find her soaked panties. With a sharp ripping sound, they were gone, and his fingers were plunging into her welcoming heat.
She barely spared a second of mourning for her underwear, even though they were the only ones she had. Something about always being bare and ready for him underneath her skirt excited her as she eagerly said goodbye to one more remnant of her old life.
“Tell me you’re mine, Rachael,” he demanded, whispering the command against her ear before nipping the lobe just hard enough to hurt.
Sometimes she didn’t obey his orders immediately. She enjoyed his inventive punishments but was too aroused to risk that now so there was no hesitation in her reply, “I’m yours. All yours, Kave.” It was a promise but underneath that was a plea for him to keep her always. Things were still so new and tenuous that she wasn’t yet secure in his love.
She hadn’t expected any of this, but now there was no going back. Not for her. Not for her heart.
“I’ll never let you go,” he swore as he brought her to climax right there against the wall. He pulled his fingers free glistening with her juices and made her lick them clean. She kept her eyes on his as she obeyed, letting her tongue curl around each one like a caress. He gave her an approving look. “Good girl. You’ve learned so much since I found you.”
Found? Well, that was one way of putting it, she supposed. But she had learned. Learned to please him, learned that pleasing him was the best way to please herself because then he would reward her with pleasure that had almost become an addiction. She craved the things he did to her body, but she had to admit that she’d come to crave his approval too.
He moved suddenly, lifting her by the hips. His fingers dug into her flesh as he held her there against the wall and a second later his shaft was positioned at her entrance. There was no gentleness as he opened her wide and shoved his long length home with one rough roll of his hips. Her back arched and a
scream of pure, savage pleasure burst from her lips.
She’d always been quiet before when she reached climax, but as with everything from her old life, those days were over. One by one he’d stripped her inhibitions away. Besides, there was no one else to hear her cries on the small ship and nothing but empty space outside anyway so why bother trying to hold back. She felt deliciously naughty begging, pleading—using words that would have made her blush before him as he thrust hard and deep into her willing body.
It bordered on painful, sometimes crossing the line until it did hurt, but it was always balanced by the pleasure. She’d come to enjoy both with him, and it had opened up so many fun little games they could play, like spanking. She’d fantasized about such things but had never really believed someone could actually enjoy them the way she did. The way he alternated the stinging of his palm with gentle caresses made her sopping wet every time, and she no longer felt shame when she begged for more.
She used to hate the word sex; even worse was to call it fucking. Gentle phrases, euphemisms like making love, had been more her style. But those mild expressions couldn’t begin to describe the intensity of what she shared with him.
He hadn’t changed who she was, but it was as if he’d unleashed the wanton woman she’d always suppressed. Now she was his and she would never go back to who she’d been before. It was hard to believe it was only two weeks back that she’d been abducted and found herself trapped on his ship, far from Earth, vulnerable to his alien desires—and her own.
Chapter 2
The first thing she saw when she woke was his bare chest. It was hard to miss because he was bent over her in the process of setting her down on a narrow cot. Her mind was clouded with confusion, and it was made worse by the fact that she couldn’t move. Her body seemed distant and was refusing to respond. Only her eyes were working properly, and they scanned the unfamiliar room as she tried to figure out what was happening.
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