by Maia Starr
"Possibly. I played along with him and said that yes, I was in the market to sell you, but that I wanted someone else to handle the selling process for me in order to protect my identity. He said that down this way, I will find a Drackon known as Houston. He said Houston handles many auctions of human females and the auction is tomorrow at the Isle of Mog. I thanked him and then grabbed you as though you were my captive."
"Good. Where the hell is this Houston? Let's bust him, let's find the girls," I said, ready to get started.
"Not so fast; we can't just bust in on a crime boss and expect to get out alive. We need to gather intel and then make decisions. We do this my way, remember?” he said to me.
"Yes, I remember. So what now?” I said to him.
"We go to the Isle of Mog area of the city and scope it out. See what we can find. I doubt that the girls will be there, but they should be close by. A crime boss would not risk having to take them very far when auction day is tomorrow; too many could steal them away," he said.
"Lead the way,” I said to him.
He looked at me and said, “No, you will walk in front of me and I will walk behind you; I will guide you in your ear. This way I can keep my eyes on you.”
"All right, I'm ready. Which way?” I said to him.
"Straight ahead to the end of the alley and go right,” he said. I started walking and soon we were in the area known as the Isle of Mog. It wasn't exactly an island, but it was a clearing in the marketplace. There was a platform on the one side, which I assume is where auctions were held. There were many shady characters around and I was shocked to see that a few of them were human males. Eniv grabbed me by the arm in a show of dominance over me. Even though it pissed me off beyond belief, I knew he was doing it so that everyone knew I belong to him and would not think I was on my own, an invitation to be stolen. Shady eyes looked at me and at Eniv.
"Come this way, slave,” he said to me as he dragged me off toward a building. “We've got to fit in and I know just the place, perfect for overhearing conversations and for fitting in."
We ducked under ribbons of drapery and into a watering hole. Many different alien creatures were sitting around drinking. Eniv walked in like a regular and ordered two drinks from the bar while I played the obedient slave. I carried both of our drinks to a table and we sat down. “This is embarrassing,” I whispered to him.
He grinned a big smile and said, “I'm kind of enjoying it. But it is for the mission, remember that.”
"Well just don't get too used to it. I'm your partner, not your slave,” I said to him.
He laughed a little and then said, “Just sit and listen.”
"I would, but most of them are not speaking my language,” I said to him.
"That is true. If you want to be useful, you can give me a back massage,” he said playfully while looking around.
"Very funny," I whispered to him. We sat there for twenty minutes and he drank both of the drinks, as he would not let me touch it.
"This stuff is ten times stronger than anything on Earth and I already know you can't hold your drink, so don't touch it,” he had said to me. It played well with the slave and master cover up that we had going on.
Then I noticed a change in the way he was sitting. He was leaning back a little. He was listening to the Drackon warriors that were sitting behind him. They were not speaking English, so I could not understand. But I could tell by Eniv’s reaction that they must have been saying something about the auction or the human females. I noticed that one was eyeing me. I lowered my eyes to the table, not wanting to give an invitation to steal me away from Eniv. Although, if they were the Drackon involved in stealing human females, it would be an easy way to find Katie and the other women. Soon they got up and left their table. I looked at Eniv and he nodded to me.
"We have to wait here a while," he whispered to me.
"We should follow them,” I said to him.
His eyes widened and he looked at me and said, “Did you understand what they were saying?”
"No, but by the look on your face, I could tell they were supplying useful information. And the way they were looking at me let me know they were interested in human females.”
"That's good, Detective, but if you would've understood what they were saying, you would know that they were on their way to join 10 more warriors. We are not a match for them. Their information was useful, but we are not going to follow them. We are going to go back to the ship,” he said to me.
"What? Why?” I said loudly. Everyone around us turned and looked at us and I remembered that I was supposed to be an obedient slave. Eniv was quick to react and pounded his hand on the table and shouted in his own Drackon language. He grabbed my arm hard and dragged me out of the watering hole. I was pissed off but I knew that I had done this myself by not keeping in character like I was supposed to.
"Sorry, shit,” I said to him.
"We're going back to the ship before you blow our cover,” he said angrily. He didn't say another word as he marched, dragging me through the crowded markets and alleys. Finally, we were secure aboard the ship.
"All right, you can let me go, you jerk,” I said to him.
"You deserve more than that for punishment. You deserve a spanking,” he said to me angrily.
"Oh shut up. Are you going to tell me what those Drackon said or not? I am more useful with information than you are,” I said, spitting the words at him.
"They mentioned the word Houston, and they mentioned females to be auctioned off tomorrow in the morning at the Isle of Mog. But it was not exactly this that interested me as much as the fact that they did not just say Houston, they said Mr. Houston."
My mouth fell open, “Houston is a human!”
"Yes, it seems so. Drackon do not use Mr. and Mrs. the way that humans do. Houston is a human male.”
"It is familiar to me,” I said as I walked back-and-forth.
"Is it done? Did you rescue them? Are we leaving?" the pilot said as he came into the common room.
"No, but it will happen tomorrow, and the ship must be ready to depart as soon as we have them. It's going to be a quick and harrowing escape into space. Then we will hope that we are not followed,” Eniv said.
"Great, sounds easy as pie," Rick said sarcastically and then said, “I'll go tell Richard to get his medic bag ready. Sounds like we're going to need a couple of Band-Aids.” Then he walked out.
I stopped in my tracks as I remembered something, “John Houston!"
He was a special agent in I.S.F.A. five years ago. He was reported missing in action after a space mission. Never to be heard of again. He was very close with Captain Smith before Captain Smith became a captain. “Holy shit. It's Captain Smith, he's the inside rat inside the department!” I said to him.
"Fuck, we really are on our own here. I didn't expect the betrayal to be so high up in the department. Fuck, we really have to go about this right. This is a very dangerous situation; this John Houston has Drackon warriors working for him. I can take on two, maybe three by myself, but it sounds like he has ten or more working under him. They are obviously rogues that have disobeyed the king and have made themselves warriors for hire,” Eniv said.
"So what's the plan? We have to find out where they are keeping Katie and the others and take them before the auction.”
"That is a great plan, but in such a dense city, we have no way of knowing where they are. They are not going to willingly lead us to them without figuring out that we are following them,” he said.
"You have a point there. So what do we do?” I asked him.
"We wait for the auction. We can try to outbid anyone that bids on the women and buy back their freedom, but it is risky. If anyone finds out who I am, then they will know that it is a set up.”
"Or, tomorrow during the auction we can steal the women away before they go on the auction block. I am sure they must parade the women in some form so that the goods can be inspected. They will be in the area of the auctio
n I can guarantee you that is when we take them. We will have to do it quick and the Simeon will have to be hovering very nearby."
"Good, that is a good plan. I think we should use both of these plans. First, we will use your plan and try to see if there is a way to steal them away before they go on the auction block. If we cannot get to them, then we will do my plan and try to bid on them," Eniv said.
"So we had to plans now. What if neither of them work?” I asked him.
"Then we will follow whoever buys the women and try to get them from those buyers; hopefully they will not be separated too far apart. I will rescue my bride, I will not to fail her,” he said as he walked out of the common room.
Hearing him say that jolted me. I almost forgot that it was his bride and that he was promised to another. And all the excitement and getting caught up in the details of the mission and figuring out that it was Captain Smith behind all of this, and his partner John Houston, I completely forgot that Eniv was in fact here to rescue his own damsel in distress and he was going to marry her.
What's strange is that he seemed angry about it. I didn't understand why. This was everything that we had worked for. Now that our time was upon us, I made my way to my sleep bunk in order to get some rest because the next day was going to be crazy and chaotic.
But in the middle of the night, I could not sleep. I was too wired, I was too nervous and filled with adrenaline about the mission the next day. So much could go wrong, we could get killed, we could get everyone killed. It was such a public mission in the middle of a market and there would be nowhere to hide. It wasn't the stealthiest of missions. I got up from my sleep bunk and went to the common room in order to get some water.
"What are you doing awake? You should be resting as much as you can,” Eniv said, startling me as he sat in the dark of the common room.
"Shit, you scared me. I didn't see you sitting there. What are you doing up?” I asked as I walked over to him.
"If I told you, you would not believe me. You would not believe me because I have been such an ass to you, it wouldn't make sense,” he said to me. What the hell was he talking about? Was he sleepwalking? Could Drackon sleepwalk? It didn't seem likely.
I stood beside him and said, “Eniv, what are you talking about? You're not making any sense right now,” I said to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He put his hand on top of mine and looked up at me. His light-gray eyes seemed heavy with guilt, even in the darkness of the room.
"What is it?” I asked him.
"I can't sleep. It's keeping me awake,” he said.
"What is keeping you awake?” I asked him.
"I do not love her. I have never even met her. She's not the one I want now,” he said as he stood up next to me.
"What are you saying?” I said in a whisper.
"You know what I'm saying. We may not make it out of the mission alive tomorrow, and I don't want to have any regrets. Do you?” he said as he pulled his top off over his head. I was surprised by what I saw. He had a very prominent, large tattoo that mimicked the scales on his body when he was shifted into dragon form. I put my hand on it. “What is this? A tattoo?” I asked him.
"My father made me get a tattoo of my dragon scales, so that I may never forget that I am Drackon, even when I am not shifted. He is very loyal to the traditions of the Drackon kind. It is he that chose Katie for me as a wife, for reasons of power and career."
"I see," I said, allowing my fingers to trace over the lines. It was fascinating. And now I understood why he had chosen Katie for a mate. It was not his choice at all; he was being forced into it.
"I don't love her. I thought I could grow to love her if necessary, but that was before I met you. Now I am tormented with the thought of never having you, the thought of never being with you and being forced to marry someone I do not love. I am more than happy to rescue her and the other women, and I would risk my life for it, it is my duty, but I cannot go into that mission tomorrow having never been with you. I want you, Melinda. I want you so badly at burns me inside. But if you say that you do not feel the same way, then I will walk away right now and tomorrow we will do our duty, we will be successful in our mission.”
I was staring up at him with shock on my face. I couldn’t believe he would admit all of this to me when I had been hiding all of it inside out of stubborn pride. Now he was here pouring out his heart to me and I was in shock. What he said dug deep into me; of course I felt the same way, but he was right about not living through tomorrow. I looked up at him and said, “I do not want to have any regrets if anything should happen to us either. I want this too."
I stepped back away from him and slowly undressed, peeling off my boots and suit. I pulled my hair out of my ponytail and let it fall down my back.
"Fuck, you are so damn beautiful, Melinda,” he said to me. His words filled me with desire.
"Now you, Commander Handor,” I said to him. He licked his lips and then pulled off his boots and his pants. Now he was completely naked in front of me. His body was hard and toned. His six pack abs were tight and his side abdominal muscles were rippled down to his hips. His strong thighs were like tree trunks and he was very tall, towering over me. His cock was perfectly smooth and pink and stood straight up. It was perfect, surrounded by light-brown curls. I could not take my eyes off of it.
"Like something you see?” he said playfully as he stepped toward me.
"I like all that I see,” I said to him. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. His hands moved down my back and over my backside and squeezed me. I moaned inside of his mouth. Then his hands moved over my breasts and pinched my hard nipples. I could barely take more of this teasing. I wanted him inside of me and I wanted him now. His hand moved down my breast onto my belly, softly and slowly, until his finger was on my clitoris.
"Oh!” I shouted as his finger massaged it gently. I was already on the brink just with him touching me in this way. His finger moved around slowly in a circle as his mouth devoured mine. I was moaning wildly in his mouth.
"You feel so warm, you feel so good in my hand,” he whispered to me. His finger moved faster and faster on my clitoris until I exploded into orgasm. I could not control myself any longer and I released just as he pushed two long fingers inside of me.
“Oh God! Oh yes! That feels so damn good,” I shouted. He growled like a beast as he pulled his hand from me and picked me up. He laid me on the floor and kissed my mouth. Then he kissed down my chin, down my neck, and put his mouth on my nipple. He gently flicked it with his tongue, licking and sucking as he did so. I arched my back up off the floor, feeling extreme pleasure with every single thing that this Drackon warrior was doing to me. It was very naughty, and he was so skilled. I could not believe that I was with an alien weredragon.
His mouth moved further down over my belly until his mouth was firmly set on my center. He licked up and down, over and over as I wiggled on the floor out of control.
“You taste so damn good, Melinda,” he said to me between licking me. I could not get any words out as his mouth skillfully moved on my wet, slick center. Before I knew it, the pulsing between my thighs grew until I was releasing once more in epic pleasure.
"I cannot control myself any longer, Detective Katiama. I need to be inside of you,” he said as he moved above me, putting his body between my thighs. He was so tall, long, and lean that his head was almost two feet past mine as he aligned his hard cock against my wet center. The tip of his firm, long cock entered me and I yelled out in exhilaration and anticipation.
"Are you all right? Did I hurt you? You are so small, so fragile? I do not want to hurt you,” he said to me in a whisper.
"No, you are not hurting me; it just feels so good. Please don't stop,” I said, opening my thighs further for him to go inside of me. He moved his body and entered me slowly, inch by inch. His cock was thick and long and filled me. I pressed my mouth onto his muscular chest, licking at the tattoo of scales. I was so damn turned on by this experience wit
h this alien. It was hot, messy, and taboo. I was with an alien weredragon. He was pushing his long cock inside of me, inch by inch, until finally he was all the way deep inside me.
"Melinda, are you all right?” he asked as he looked down at me.
I arched my head back, looking at him and said “Yes, it feels good.”
"Good, it really does,” he said as he began to finally move back-and-forth. Up-and-down he went; his hips swayed with him as he fucked me. As he made love to me, slowly, then hard and fast, pounding me. I pressed my fingers into his back, feeling the muscles that were there rippling underneath his soft skin. He moved harder and faster, growling and groaning as he fucked me. And as he moved and I moved my hands all over his back, I knew what I wanted to experience as my fingers searched for the source of his wings.
"Eniv, stop. Will you stop and transform for me?” I said to him, begging him practically.
