Rescued by the Dragorian

by Emma Vance

  He delved his tongue between the folds of my pussy, and it was as if his tongue was perfectly engineered to pleasure a female body. It flicked against my clit, stimulating it exactly the right way, as if he were reading my mind.

  No, not reading my mind, it was as if he were anticipating what I wanted before I even thought of it. He gripped my hips and I bucked against his mouth. He laughed and held me firmly, sucking my clit further into his mouth.

  I screamed. Then, I came, the orgasm crashing through me, hitting me in giant waves and then tugging me back towards the ocean as it ebbed away.

  He lapped me through the last of my tremors. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up towards me. His lips met mine and our tongues tangled together in a kiss that was more erotic for the taste of me that he still had in his mouth. His hands slid up my body and lifted my wrists above my head.

  “Bea,” he said, and his nose touched to mine.

  “Take me,” I answered, spreading my legs a little further apart beneath him. He smiled and angled himself so that his cock nestled against my folds, poised at my entrance. I lifted my hips to meet the head of his cock and he released a strangled sound. Encouraged, I did it again. He growled into my mouth, then positioned his cock at my entrance and slid into me. I exhaled, long and breathy, as he filled me up.

  He buried his face in my neck and we both stilled. Then, he began to move. He pulled himself almost completely out before slamming back and meeting my upturned hips. His hand found my clit where our bodies met, and he worked it, giving it firm strokes in time with his thrusts. I lifted my legs up and encircled his waist, desperate to get closer to him, even though he had filled me completely.

  It was like whatever fragile barrier between us broke, when I told him I wanted to be with him. Our bodies slid together in tandem, and we worked each other inside out, as we made love. Because making love was what we were doing now.

  I loved Mekvar, and I was pretty sure that even if he didn’t have the same words to say it, didn’t understand the human significance of what it meant, that he felt it too. I couldn’t remember what being loved and what loving actually felt like, but if it was even a tenth of what I was feeling, no wonder people wrote poems, and songs and movies about this shit. Because this was Earth shattering.

  Mekvar began to pound into me and I loved every minute of it. He thrust into me until a crescendo built inside me. If there was anything left of that barrier that had broken between us, it absolutely shattered when the orgasm burst from me. All of the emotion, all of the love, the messy, powerful feeling poured out from behind the destroyed dam. I screamed into the silence of his room, and the only thing I could focus on were the stars that surrounded us.

  I fixated on them as the orgasm broke through me, as if I could hold on to the stars and they could anchor me to him, to ground me so I wasn’t in complete freefall. And they did. Mekvar tumbled into pleasure after me, roaring into my neck as his cock pulsed inside me. I wrapped my arms around his corded neck and still stared at the stars beyond. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I felt loved.

  I had to be kidnapped and transported across the universe to find him, but I knew that Mekvar and I belonged together.

  I finally had a home of my own in him, even if I were trillions of miles away from Earth. And I couldn’t be happier.

  Author’s Note

  Thank you so much for reading Rescued by the Dragorian, the first in my Pleasure Planet Series. I started writing this book coming out of a very emotional time in my life. My dad had just passed away, and my partner and I had suffered a miscarriage (I had the miscarriage at my dad’s funeral, if you can believe it). I was reading a lot of SciFi and fantasy romance at the time, because I needed an escape from everything in my world. I read so much, that I started to imagine my own worlds, and eventually, I began to write about them! I know most of you read romance for the same reasons I do—because it offers a wonderful escape and you know things are going to turn out well in the end. 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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  Guarded by the Kenari - Excerpt

  Nisha

  Since becoming a sex slave on an alien pleasure planet, there wasn’t anything that could surprise me anymore. I’d seen enough engorged dicks to last a lifetime. I’d witnessed any kind of creature fucking that you could imagine, and some you couldn’t.

  But the sight in front of me was brand new.

  A blob alien with a cock the size of my arm, and covered in tiny tentacles like a fern, was fucking another blob-like female. They looked like two mounds of jello slapping together.

  “What is this again?” whispered Mei, watching the blobs with something akin to horror. If Mei was letting her emotions show on her face, then she was truly affected by what was going on. By now, we’d all learned to mask our feelings as much as we could. Aliens liked that about humans—the visible emotions. And generally, we humans did not want to be liked.

  “It’s some sort of royalty mating ritual,” I whispered back. “Apparently, they need a lot of witnesses.”

  “But we don’t have to take part in it, right?”

  I shook my head firmly. There was no way I was taking part in this.

  As if I had any choice in the matter.

  If they wanted me to, I’d have to do it. Or I’d die.

  In the past three years since I’d been kidnapped, I’d never totally got used to the fact that I really didn’t have any sort of options. My preferences didn’t matter. I was there to make money for the pleasure planet ruler, Bardoa, and not much else.

  But still I had hope. Hope that I might be able to make it out of here one day. I don’t know why, considering the one time we’d tried to escape, it had ended horribly.

  Very horribly.

  I blocked off that dark memory from my mind before it completely took over. I didn’t want to go down that path of self-destruction again. For now, it was about surviving. If I could focus on surviving, that was something doable. Escaping was impossible. But if I let myself dwell on that fact, I would go insane.

  The giant alien blob in front of me began to shudder violently and both creatures glowed a radioactive yellow. A high keening noise shook the tent.

  “Do you think this means they are finished?” I asked Mei.

  “I hope so. I threw up in my mouth a little while watching this.” Mei averted her gaze as the blob aliens uncoupled from each other, spewing yellow guck everywhere. It appeared they were done, and we were ushered out of the tent and taken back to the women’s quarters.

  The sun was high in the sky, signalling it was late afternoon. I’d given up trying to calculate time here; it didn’t seem like aliens believed in things like clocks, though things seemed to be on a set schedule. Once I figured out the sun, I got some semblance of when. It gave me a little comfort.

  With a pang, I remembered waking up to my alarm clock every morning to meet my co-worker, Mel, at spin class. I never thought there would be a day when I missed my alarm clock. I was definitely a creature of habit, which was hell if you ended up in a place where you had no control over your day at all.

  Here, I had to go where I was told. And, I always did. With
some exceptions.

  Well, mainly just one.

  I hoped that I wasn’t chosen by an alien male tonight, because then I would visit that exception instead.

  Back in the women’s quarters, Mei and I went over to the only other human woman, Kat. She was sitting by herself in the far corner of the tent. As most of the other female aliens loved being here, we were kind of ostracised for our hatred of it.

  I get it, it could be much worse. Some of the alien females were born and trained to be a sex slave, and getting matched to the Stryxx pleasure planet was like a gift from God to them. But everything was relative.

  “How the hell did you get out of having to watch that?” Mei asked as she collapsed on a fluffy chair beside Kat. “It was the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Really? Grosser than that Groyalax female who fucked herself with all four of her limbs?” Kat shuddered.

  “Yes.” I sat down beside Kat. “There was so much goo. Honestly, it was like the consistency of phlegm.” I made a face.

  “Ugh.” Kat made a gagging noise. “Please do not describe it any further. I’d rather not lose my lunch today.”

  Mei didn’t listen, and instead launched into a detailed account of the event, right down to the pulsing, throbbing, goo dick.

  “Stop!” squealed Kat as she hit Mei repeatedly on the shoulder.

  A shadow fell over us, and I looked up to find Clio, the blue, four-eyed alien female who was in charge of the females in the luxury gardens, the section of the pleasure planet we lived in. Clio wasn’t bad, once you got used to her. She had a patent dislike for humans, but had warmed up to us after the escape attempt a few years ago. Maybe she felt bad we had to watch all of our friends be executed in a gladiator pit. We tended to steer clear of Clio, and she generally avoided us. Having her seek us out wasn’t a good thing.

  “Humans,” she said, with a curl of her dark blue lip, revealing black shark-like teeth. Kat and Mei immediately sobered.

  “Yes, Clio? What do you need from us?” I stood in front of the other girls. It was instinctual by now. I could take it, whatever it was. I knew Mei and Kat were strong too, and had survived just as much as me to be here, but for some reason, my instinct to protect them was still there.

  “I’ll need all three of you for this,” Clio said, looking us all over.

  Oh shit. I didn’t like the sound of that.

  Clio beckoned us to come with her, and we followed. I shot a look to Kat. Her lips were bowed in a frown. Could someone have bought all three of us to have sex with? We hadn’t been bought as a team before, so this was new. I gathered we were so expensive that even one of us was enough to break the bank for the richest of alien dudes. Someone who could afford all three of us? I didn’t want to meet who that was. They’d certainly wouldn’t abide by any rules.

  Instead of walking towards the patron tents, Clio led us to the edge of the pleasure gardens, where the transport containers were.

  I stopped and Mei bumped into the back of me. “Are we being taken somewhere?” Panic rose up like bile inside me, and everything in my body told me to run.

  What if we were being sent to another pleasure planet, one where females weren’t treated half so well? The other aliens always talked about them, telling us we were lucky we’d ended up here. But I’d never felt lucky. Now? I wasn’t going to trade this prison for a worse one.

  Especially since that would take me away from the one person that had got me through all this.

  My fears were immediately relieved with a wave of Clio’s hand. “No. You aren’t being taken from here.” She smiled, an unpleasant grimace, and kept walking.

  “We have a surprise for you,” she said as she threw open the doors to a plain white tent in front of us.

  A group of human women stared back at us, bleary-eyed and terrified.

  “There. Aren’t you happy? More of your kind,” Clio said, gesturing to the women.

  “Oh fuck,” said Kat, looking around the tent.

  Exactly my thoughts.

  Otun

  I paced around my sparse quarters like a hungry beast, waiting for scraps. Except my food, my craving, my satiation, was not food, it was a female.

  A particular human female.

  I’d had no word from Nisha yet, and it was driving me feral.

  I’d been waiting hours to hear from her. Usually she sent me a note, or a message through one of the guards to let me know she was coming, that she was okay. I tried to remind myself that this had occurred before and she’d been fine. Neither of us had any control over what happened to her. The thought had me nearly clawing my own skin off more than once. I had to get her out of here.

  Every day, I thought of escape.

  Which wasn’t unusual, but since I had met Nisha, I had more to risk. Before, I only worried about getting myself out of here, not caring if I died in the attempt because any life was better than this slavery. But now, I would do anything to make sure Nisha lived, that she was safe.

  She wasn’t any of those things if she stayed on this planet. Every day she was here was at risk. And I knew the life cycle of a female on a pleasure planet, even one as esteemed as Stryxx, was short.

  If I had anything to say about it, Nisha would live a long, happy life.

  The problem was, I couldn’t say anything about it. I was a slave as much as she was. Neither of us had any sort of agency.

  I slammed my fist into the wall of my room, the solid stone immoveable as the invisible chains around our necks.

  I had to think of something. If I only had access to a ship, I could fly us out of here. If my father had taught me anything before he was murdered, it was how to fly. I closed my eyes briefly as my last memories of him washed over me, the image of him giving his life for mine.

  All so I could end up enslaved to his very murderers.

  I gritted my teeth so hard my fangs bit into my lower lip and I tasted blood. Good. Blood would remind me of what I could lose if I sat around here doing nothing. Except it wouldn’t be my blood that would be spilled, it would be Nisha’s.

  I’d thought through all the options of escape dozens of times. The ship docking area was impenetrable, and even if I could get access to it, we’d need a ship that was familiar enough to me, and not heavily guarded. That required a perfect alignment of stars that just hadn’t happened yet. It would just be Nisha and I, and it wasn’t as if she was an experienced fighter. I had to be skilled to survive the Stryxx guard training, but one Kenari warrior against hundreds, if not thousands of Stryxx guards would not survive long.

  We’d be dead in seconds. If Nisha wasn’t already.

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