His eyes scan my body, stopping at my pussy. I can’t see it. But I can feel the red-hot need dribbling out of me, and I can imagine what it looks like.
Yet his cold eyes still don’t heat with the usual passion as he finishes his crazy history lesson. “According to the report, your leaders never shared this story with their people. They simply burned the berries and their bushes and requested that they never be sent again. It was a curious reaction, one I see that was not overstated.”
“So now you’re experimenting on me?” I ask, my voice cracking with frustration and anger. “What the moons did I do to deserve this?”
He shakes his head at me. “It is not only about what you did, but also what I did not. I suspected from the start of our agreement that I was being too indulgent with you. I never made you call me by my proper title or behave in the ways expected of all Xalthurian females.”
“I’m not a Xalthurian female—” I start to remind him. But then I cry out, when another wave of berry-induced lust crashes over me.
It’s the strangest sensation to feel something so deeply, but not be able to move. I want to squirm and arc off the bed, but all I can do is bite down and squeeze my eyes shut. This is absolute torture and knowing this was his intention makes my blood boil.
“Fucking bastard,” I say when I can speak again. “Either fuck me or let me get myself off.”
“I am neither fatherless nor yours to command, Ki’Ra. The sooner you come to understand that. The sooner this will be over.”
“I don’t even understand why this is happening,” I all but yell back at him. “What the moons is wrong with you?”
“You! You are what is wrong with me!” he answers, his cold eyes suddenly flickering to life with heated rage.
“You have obsessed me since your first act of defiance. I should have dealt with you then. I should have snapped your neck. Or, even better, rutted you in front of your parents and community to teach you the respect you obviously were never taught by your indolent race. It is now my bitter regret that I did not. For you have become so insolent, that not only do you think you may refuse to call me by my proper title, you somehow thought it was completely allowable to speak with another male while your Kel is away.”
I want to shake my head at all the crazy shit that just hissed and clicked out of his mouth. “So, this is about me talking to…” I’m so frustrated, I nearly say his name. At the last moment I substitute, “Another guy.”
“Another guy,” D’Rek repeats, his ridges once again going flat. “You will tell me the name of this ‘another guy.’”
Ugh, another wave of lust currents through me. I grit my teeth as I answer, “His name doesn’t matter, because we were just talking. Don’t females and males just talk on your planet?”
“There is no reason for a male and female of mating age to talk to each other in such a manner unless they are planning to mate without their parents’ consent,” D’Rek answers, as if that’s a law of nature, as immutable as the pull of gravity or the burn of the sun.
“On New Terrhan anybody can talk to anybody and it doesn’t mean anything unless they say it does,” I tell him, wishing I could roll my neck as I point this out to him.
“You are not on New Terrhan,” he reminds me.
“And I’m not a Xalthurian female!” I remind him right back.
As it turns out, he can blink. He does so in the next moment, his previously unseen lids, slamming down and coming right back up. Cold and deliberate. Then he says, “I have reviewed the garden tapes. You have met at the faun fountain and walked with this hybrid male of mating age nearly every day I have been gone. Even if you did not know our planet’s rule, he most certainly did. You will give me his name.”
“He was only escorting me….”
I stop myself, remembering N’Maryah, who’s done nothing but try to convince me to drop this asshole since we reunited. No, I can’t drag her into this mess. “I guarantee you, he did nothing wrong,” I say instead. “He just wanted me to teach him the New Terrhan language. That’s all.”
“That is not all,” D’Rek answers, his face resetting to cold. “You are protecting him. You will give me his name.”
“No, I won’t, because I don’t want him to get in trouble over some extremely stupid shit.”
“My planet’s laws are not stupid or feces,” he tells me with an icy tilt of his head. “You are a disrespectful hu’man whose defiance knows no bounds, and you seem incapable of understanding that our planet—the planet that rules over you—has laws, no one, including yourself, are allowed to defy. This is why you must be punished.”
Another wave of crazy intense lust crashes over me, then, but I bear down in order to squeeze out, “No, your stupid ego is why I must be punished. That and nothing else. I’m not going to play your game. I’m not going to kowtow to you because of some title that means nothing to me.”
The words course out of me, strong and defiant, despite the pain of my sexual need.
But they seem to have no effect on D’Rek. His expression remains unchanged as he says, “We will see.”
Then he places his large hand on my right cheek and turns my head, so that it’s facing the room’s left wall.
I find out why when he swipes a screen into the air and says, “S’Lei, have the guards bring in L’Than of the Bloodline Louxos.”
My heart sinks at the sound of L’Than’s name.
So he knew all along? What had this interrogation been about, then? Some kind of test, I guess.
One that I had failed.
Two guards enter, dragging L’Than between them by his knees. They must have hurt him badly, because his head is lolled forward, and though he’s not unconscious, he’s not fighting them at all.
My heart cries out in sympathy, when they set him up against the wall in my direct line of vision. Oh moons, his handsome red and brown swirled face is swollen nearly beyond recognition, but one of his eyes remains open as he stares at me on the bed.
Hot shame rolls through my body. Not just because no non-related male other than D’Rek has ever seen me naked, but because L’Than has been abused just for talking to me.
“I taught him the New Terrhan language! That’s all!” I cry out to D’Rek as the guards walk away, leaving L’Than slumped against the wall, like some trash. “He doesn’t deserve to be punished any further for just talking to me.”
“If you had given me his name when I asked, he would not have been brought here,” D’Rek answers. “This is not his punishment but yours. You have continued to defy me beyond all reason. Therefore, you will watch him bear witness when you not only beg me to fuck you, but also apologize to me for speaking to an unmated male, with my proper title.”
Okay, maybe I’m immobilized. And maybe I’m at the mercy of this completely fucked-up alien overlord. But I just lose it. “You asshole! If you think I’m going to call you anything that doesn’t involve a curse word, you are out your pigeon-shit mind…” I start to say, preparing to cuss him out in every way I know.
But then large blue hands crash down onto my body, rolling me onto my stomach and roughly pulling me back by the thighs, so that my ass is fully in the air. Last but not least, he meanly repositions my head toward the wall again, so that I’m looking straight at L’Than when he pushes into my steaming hot pussy from behind.
I moan helplessly. Hating the way my sex greedily welcomes his dick as he lazily pushes in and out of me. Every nerve ending lights up in my body, and I can feel my clit pulsing. It would only take a few rubs, maybe even just a touch to send me right over the edge.
But his strokes are short, stunted, and too shallow. Most likely on purpose. Oh moons…oh moons. I try to hang on to my pride, but soon I find myself pleading, “More…need more…please.”
I squeeze my eyes shut against the sight of L’Than, watching me plead through his one unswollen eye.
“You are already begging,” he observes, sounding like our colony healer when diagnosing a
boil. “You realize you need something I, and only I, can provide. However, you have once again forgotten my title. And you have not yet apologized.”
I clamp down on my lips, hoping that a non-answer will be enough. Allow him to keep fucking me. Make me—
He pulls out of me with an abrupt jerk, and I let loose a stream of curses, my body screaming in frustration.
This time, D’Rek doesn’t answer.
But when I finally quiet down I hear the most horrific sound. The fwap-fwap-fwap of skin sliding over skin.
He’s jerking off. He’s jerking off instead of coming inside me. But why would he…
The answer to that half-thought question comes when I feel something hot and sticky hit my raised ass.
Mother. Fucker.
He just came all over my ass. On purpose.
I have never in my life wanted to kill someone as much as I do right now.
“We will try again in an hour or two,” D’Rek promises darkly. Then he repositions me, so that I’m lying on my side.
If not for the spooge dripping down my butt cheeks and the fact that I’m still facing L’Than, it might have felt like a courtesy.
But it’s not. It’s really not.
I breathe hard, need and rage coursing through my body in equally frustrating amounts. But I’m determined. Determined not to give in. Determined to get through this without giving him what he wants or begging him to fuck me again.
That last vow evaporates almost laughably quick. He leaves me alone, but the berries don’t. By the time he returns to the room after what feels like hours, his cum has dried on my ass, but my pussy is a slick mess of need.
His eyes heat upon seeing the state of me, and it’s almost enough to make me hope. But when he lowers his head between my legs, his laps are short and not at all sweet, as he deliberately licks me everywhere, except for the engorged bundle of nerves at the top of my slit.
Just having him lick my skin is enough to make me climax. But the orgasm comes out little more than a whimper, a pitiful spasm that only leaves me wanting more.
“Please stop torturing me. It hurts,” I beg him. “It hurts so bad.”
He stops licking and looks up at me. “You know my requirements. If your race was not so obstinate, then we would not be in this position.”
“If your race wasn’t so fucking high-handed, you wouldn’t be putting me through this!”
Anddd, cue another flip over and ass hike.
This time he collects my own essence and uses it to lubricate the hole between my butt cheeks. “Do I have your permission, Ki’Ra?”
I want to say no, but the words, “Please, just fuck me,” spill out on a gasp.
He spreads my cheeks and uses more of my own wetness to fully rim the hole. Oh moons, I’m so far gone, even that feels good. My pussy pulses so hard at the previously unknown sensation that another pitiful orgasm flares inside my core. And I’m so crazed with lust it doesn’t hurt when he pushes into my virgin hole.
Only the need hurts. The wanting to move, but not being able. The desire for the kind of deep whole-body orgasm that comes with clitoral stimulation. That hurts even more.
Pitiful mini-orgasms continue to pop off inside of me, providing no relief whatsoever. Making it that much worse. Soon I’m crying, begging him to touch me the way I know he can, the way he used to, as he pumps into my ass.
In these moments it feels like I will forgive him for anything, if he just touches my clit and lets me really come.
But instead of finding my clit, he hisses behind me and grabs me by my hair, pulling my head back to once again command, “You will apologize and call me by my proper title.”
Strangely, this command clears my head. Reminds me of the other two lines I still haven’t crossed.
“I will never apologize for something I didn’t do. Will never bow and scrape,” I promise him. “Fuck you. Fuck your stupid title. And fuck your stupid laws, which you could easily change, but don’t because you’re a fucking megalomaniac bully.”
“You think me stupid. Look at you, covered in my seed and your own wanting. Begging for my cock one moment and defying me the next. Everything I read about your race in the report I commissioned was correct. You are needlessly obstinate and must be quelled and trained like animals. But tonight you will learn, little hu’man. You are mine. Mine to breed. Mine to command. Mine.”
With that declaration, he fills my ass up with his release. So much, I can fill it dribbling into my crack, even before he pulls out.
There’s a moment of rife silence, then he pulls me off the bed and cradling me in his large arms, carries me into the bathroom.
Lit up as my body is, the short journey feels cruel. My legs rub against my clit just enough for more orgasm flares. Then he sets me down in the gamma shower and closes the door.
I watch him watch me through the glass door and wonder how I’m going to get out of this with my pride intact.
You won’t, the usually strong voice inside of me answers.
I’m so tired, so worn out, I can’t even argue.
When we return to the room about twenty minutes later, L’Than is still there, but the bed covers have been changed, which makes me wonder just how messy it got.
D’Rek lays me back down on my side. And I expect he’s going to leave me again. But instead he gets in bed behind me and…oh moons, starts playing with my breasts.
“Wall mirror,” he says.
The entire wall behind L’Than, becomes a reflective mirror at his command.
Well, that’s a trick I wasn’t aware the room could do. I might have been impressed, if I wasn’t now seeing exactly what L’Than did. Me panting with my arms above my head. While D’Rek coldly plays with my breast.
My pussy is leaking so violently, I can actually see it glistening in the mirror. It’s so gross. And I want to make him stop.
But instead I plead, “Please. Please fuck me. It hurts.”
“I will have the words I want from you.”
“No, I can’t…”
“You can, Ki’Ra. You can and you will. Do I have your permission?”
“Yes. Moons damn you. Yes. Fuck me. I just need to be fucked.”
It feels so good when he easily shoves into my pussy from behind.
“You will beg me to fuck you. Let me in any hole I please. Yet you will not give me the words. How many times must I spill in you and leave you frustrated. You do not have such power over me that I will let you arrive without the words. You are only a hu’man. As you said, a womb for my child. No matter how much you beg, I will not let you arrive. Not until you say the words. Not until you submit.”
So, there it is, I think, my heart shriveling up at his cruel words. There’s what he really thinks of me. I truly am just a womb to him. Our agreement, the way he treated me before he left, so much playacting.
A new cynical plan replaces the hopeful one I’d been making before his ship landed. And it feels like something inside of me is dying as I tonelessly say, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, my Kel.”
Giving him what I vowed I wouldn’t. What he wants.
He stills. As if in complete shock. Probably because he was expecting more fight from me. But I have none left to give.
The pause is almost laughably short.
Just a moment after realizing he’s truly broken me, he flips me onto my knees and starts pushing into me with the deep rolling strokes I remember. The kind that hit my clit on the up and my g-spot on the down.
“Never do that again, k’vani,” he hisses in my ear. “You are mine. You will remember that from now on and you will never again defy me.”
I nearly black out, the orgasm hits me so hard. Wild pulsing sensation fills my mind and body, as I finally tumble over the edge.
16
D’Rek
It takes only an hour more before the berries wear off. I spend that time lapping at my k’vani, fucking her as soon as she asks. Rewarding her for finally proving that she
can bend to my will.
When she falls asleep shortly after I’ve mounted her a third time, I have L’Than removed from the room. I had nearly forgotten him as I took care of Ki’Ra’s needs…my needs. In truth as cruel as I’d forced myself to be with her, I missed her sweet hot and had relished being inside of her again.
However, with L’Than’s departure, my anger melted away. I even decide against killing the hybrid as I originally intended. There is some chance that his relatively young age combined with growing up a treasured son in one of our most powerful merchant bloodlines, had left him with some confusion in regard to the restrictions around speaking to another male’s mate. Or a female toward whom one has no intentions.
He most certainly understands now. Perhaps I will close the gardens, I think, as I take the immobilization cuffs off of Ki’Ra and draw her sleeping body into my arms.
We were in a time of jovial peace and many Xalthurian males had started flouting our gendered fraternization laws, since the end of the war.
But L’Than’s punishment along with the closing of the public gardens for a time will serve to warn any male who would think to do the same as he. In fact, I doubt the hybrid or any other who hears - the sure to be widely shared story of his punishment will ever go near an unmated female again.
Yes, everyone has learned their lesson, I conclude magnanimously after his removal.
I fall asleep with a new sense of tranquility, almost grateful for the unthinkably stupid thing Ki’Ra did. For it means she will become more amenable in the future. Perhaps my wild little k’vani can be trained after all.
Or perhaps not.
When I wake up the following morn, there is naught but cold, empty space where her body should be. She is gone. Again.
Panic seizes my chest as I sit up abruptly, throwing back the covers so that I might once again give chase. But then I calm, remembering that I had my suite recoded, so that she could not leave these rooms without my express voice permission—which she most certainly did not have.
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