A sense of awe filled me. “Wow, this is, you’re amazing. I have my very own night light.”
His chuckle was hoarse, strained. “Not always show, you make me feel, make me need you, my Aunna.”
“So, your markings only glow when you’re angry or aroused?”
“Yes.”
I realized I was too busy with my eyes closed and Morrdrook on top of me, behind me and in me to really notice, but not this time. I wanted to see all of him when we made love.
“Like your hands touching me, like massage make feel very good. You do this for males on your world? No like think you touch other males. All must fight hard to win you.”
I laughed. “No, no one has ever fought for me, unless you count my big brothers, but you’re not meant to get turned on. My touch is to heal, not for sex.”
Unable to resist, I ran my hands over his shoulders, down over his chest and to his washboard stomach. “For you, however, I will always make an exception.”
Delight made me feel heady when his muscles tensed and quivered under my touch.
“Little hands feel too good. No want you to touch other males. Only my body.”
Even in his illuminated glow, I saw the possessive heat gleaming in his eyes.
“I like touching you and not just for massages.”
He reached up, his hands hot on my breast. Slowly, he squeezed and gently pinched my nipples, making them swell, grow taut and sending searing desire to the place between my legs.
I leaned in to his touch and plucked his right hand from my breast, lifting it to my lips. Meeting his gaze, I placed a soft kiss on his fingers and then lowered them to my weeping mound. His fingers zeroed in on my clit, my soft gasp turning into a moan when he pressed the rapidly swelling bud, rubbing it with firm strokes.
It wasn’t enough, not this time. I pulled from his touch and shifted down his body, my hot core grazing against his swollen shaft. I glanced down to his beautiful, white cock, glowing against his aroused markings. It strained up towards his belly. I licked my lips and braced myself on my arms.
Morrdrook growled, gripping my hips, preventing me from going any further.
“I want inside my Aunna.”
I shook my head. “No, not yet, I want to do this first.” He loosened his hold for a moment. I hid my amusement at his confused expression.
Flashing him a wicked grin, I pushed further down to kneel between his legs, lowered my head and swiped my tongue over the length of his cock, from root to tip. He jerked and the glow became brighter when I slid along his weeping slit, tasting his essence for the first time. My mind worked trying to place the musky, slightly salty taste of him. I was pleased, it wasn’t at all unpleasant.
He jerked and a purr rumbled from his chest. I liked the sound, like a soft humming refrigerator motor. I smiled at his wide-eyed, stunned expression.
“Never had your cock sucked before?”
He shook his head, his ink black hair barely visible under his body’s glow.
“Then relax and enjoy and if you don’t like anything, just let me know.”
I wasn’t any expert at sucking cock, but then again he was far from knowledgeable, never having it done to him before. It was a new experience for us both, and one I was determined to enjoy.
Morrdrook hissed when I wrapped my hand around as much as of it as I could. Wanting to experiment, I slid my hand down his length, running my finger over the head of his cock; Morrdrook shuddered. A thrill ran through me knowing I could elicit such responses.
His cock felt like granite, wrapped in warm velvet. I slid my finger down his length and lowered my head to place open-mouthed kisses along one side, and then up the other. He groaned and I felt the tension in his legs placed on either side of me. His powerful arms gripped the side of the bunk and I saw his head tilted back in ecstasy. It heightened my own arousal, my breasts hot and heavy, the juices flowing between my thighs.
Encouraged by his reactions, I licked him up and down like he was my favorite flavored icy-pole. Only he was far from cold—more like hot and heady. I widened my jaw and sucked his head into my greedy mouth. He was almost too wide to run my tongue around the sides. Instead, I flicked it over his slit and sucked, while pumping my hand up and down any exposed flesh. His fingers found their way into my hair to help keep my hot mouth on his cock.
I pulled back for a moment to suck air into my lungs.
“No must stop.” His voice deep and hoarse.
“Why? I want to pleasure you.”
“Have,” he rasped, “Too much pleasure, can not stand… can not waste seed.”
He gripped my upper arms, hauling me up his body before rolling me over to pin me down. “You are wonder beyond stars, my Aunna, I must be inside you.”
A firm hand slid down my legs, pushing them wide to accommodate the girth of his hips. Automatically, I wrapped them around, feeling his cock prod, find and connect with my entrance—slowly he pressed in. I was so wet, it helped ease his journey inside me. Oh, god, I would never get over how wondrous it felt to be stretched so exquisitely by Morrdrook when he filled me, bringing alive every sensation in my body.
“Oh, god.”
I rolled my hips and wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, adjusting them until my heels pressed into his firm ass. I used them to pull us tighter together, making his cock sink deeper.
“You feel so good.”
His arms pinned me under him where he braced his weight with his elbows and his fingers curved under my shoulders, gripping tightly. He withdrew a little and slid back in, making me take more of him. The whole room bathed in his glowing light and I stared up into his pale eyes, unable to look away.
Mewling as his hip shifted and he started to move faster, his strong body pinning me down. The feel of his muscles rippling felt oh so good, it pushed my body higher to the verge of a climax. His cock hit at precisely the right angle, making me whimper. I fought not to close my eyes from the intense pleasure.
Unable to stop myself, I tilted my head to the side and closed my eyes while his hips thrust rapidly, fucking me hard and fast. My eyes flew open when his sharp teeth clamped down on the skin of my throat.
I cried out when the pain pushed me over the edge and pleasure tore through me. The climax was brutal, rapidly spreading through my body. My vaginal muscles clamped down hard on his driving cock and my body seized from the intensity.
Heat shot inside me as he came. I felt every jet of his seed filling me and his hips slowing to sharp, short jerks while he kept his cock buried deep inside. I guessed he took his duty to impregnate me seriously.
He panted against my skin when his hips finally stopped moving. I eased my grip and loosened the hold of my legs, which were still wrapped around his hips. Slowly, my body began to recover and relax. Sleepy and sated, I smiled as he rolled off and pulled me into the cradle of his arms. Funny, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
Chapter Nine
A loud claxon alarm sounded, making me bolt upright. Morrdrook rolled to his feet, snatching up my clothing and handing it to me.
“Hurry, cover up.”
I climbed off the bed, hurrying to obey. “What’s going on?”
“Must assemble in meeting area. It is time to learn Druel’s plans for the next few battle games. All must attend.”
“What happens if someone doesn’t turn up?”
“Octo bots find, drag out and punish publicly.”
So much for passive resistance. I finished tying my cloth and took Morrdrook’s offered hand. We went out into the corridor; it was rapidly filling with all the fighters and the few human women among the Zakiu, all heading in the same direction. I spotted Joan looking rather flushed with a just-been-fucked look about her. I hid my smile. She obviously gave into Makkiu.
I recognized the area where we assembled—the Druel first placed us here to be viewed by the Zakiu. The cage doors hung open and I shivered remembering the fear and dread I felt first seeing the Zakiu.
/> Morrdrook’s arm slipped around my waist, as if reading my thoughts and he bent down and whispered. “No more cages, not be frighten, safe with me.”
“I know, now.” I smiled back at him. The air was filled with tense anticipation. The outer doors opened and in zoomed three Druel on the same kind of hovering platform I saw when taken off the ship.
“They have Hurl beasts.” I looked right to see Nular standing beside me, his hand gripped tightly around Joan’s. I caught her glance, she was quick to look away, but not before I saw the blush in her cheeks.
“Full grown?” Morrdrook didn’t look at Nular, his gaze fixed on the Druel.
“Yes.”
“What’s a Hurl beast?”
“Very big.” Nular said.
“Ugly,” Morrdook added.
“Sharp teeth.”
“Eight arms.”
“Sharp claws.”
I was getting whiplash from my head turning from one to the other. “Okay, I think I get the picture.”
“No,” Joan said quietly. “Those things are… the height of a two storey building... I… I don’t know how to describe them.” She shuddered, her eyes red with tears. Nular wrapped his arm around her and I was surprised to see her lean into him, accepting his comfort.
“I took her to the pits, show her how the Druel feed the battle beasts.” Nular looked down at her with sad smile.
“I don’t want to die like that.” She sniffed.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded, feeling a little guilty for what she went through, from my suggestion. “I’m sorry, Joan.”
She shook her head, her soft blond hair falling across her face. “Not your fault, I get it now. I guess I’ve been living in denial. I didn’t want to believe, still don’t want to believe this has happened to us, but I have to face the fact there is nothing any of us can do.”
“I care for you, not need to have fear.” Nular spoke gently, brushing back her hair.
I frowned in confusion at the sudden garble of words coming from the Druel. Everyone turned their attention to the hovering platform. Why couldn’t I understand them? I opened my mouth to ask, but the deep, angry frown on Morrdrook’s face made me clamp my lips shut.
I looked up at him and he silently shook his head. I got his meaning, even if it did rankle me somewhat.
I saw Octo bots moving through the gathered fighters, handing each different colored, one foot long, plastic poles.
As I watched, the ones with red pole nodded and left the meeting area. The machine passed Morrdrook and Nular handing each black ones. They gave others bright green, and then the rest yellow.
Once each fighter had a coloured pole, the Druel spoke again. I felt Morrdook's sudden, ridged tension. His arm around me tightened.
I glanced over to Joan, who looked as bewildered as I was. “What’s going on?”
“Stay silent.” Morrdrook growled harshly. His face hardened, while he stared at the platform with the Druel. Fear crept up my spine, making my blood feel colder than ice. Whatever the Druel said, it couldn’t be good.
I clutched Morrdrook’s hand, knowing he was my only anchor and source of comfort for whatever the hell was going on. When the crowed of fighters turned hurriedly, leaving the area, I realized the only ones left standing around were the Zakiu with their human women.
The hovering platform moved in closer and the Druel switched to English.
“You have until the end of the season to implant your females. If this is not done by then any unfertilized female will be removed.” The electronic voice came from a speaker on the Druel’s hovering platform.
From what I understood, there was only two months until the end of the season.
Gasps of shock filled the room. I glanced around, but all I felt was anger towards these heartless creatures. I tugged out of Morrdrook’s grip, pointing a trembling hand at the Druel.
“You can’t do that, because if you knew anything about human women’s reproductive system, then you would know we only have one fertile cycle per Earth month. Sometimes it can take up to six months for a woman to get pregnant. You have to allow them to keep trying if they don’t succeed the first time.”
“Aunna, do not provoke them.” Morrdook growled in warning from behind me. I ignored him, carefully watching the three Druel pulling back to have a discussion.
Oh, god, did I over-shoot my mouth again? I started to shake with sudden fear, not for my own life, but for everyone around me. I quickly glanced at the other women who stared at me, uncertainty written on their faces.
I had to do something; I had to drive the point of our survival home. “If you want the Zakiu species to survive, then you’re going to have to make exceptions, otherwise you’ll lose the next generation of game fighters.”
I almost jumped out of my skin when Morrdrook laid a firm hand on my shoulder. I glanced up seeing him nod his approval and support. I wanted to sag against him, to take comfort in his arm. Instead, I stood ridged, my chest tight with fear while we waited for our captors’ decision.
Striking at the heart of any matter, I found mostly worked when in a sticky situation, like right now. But if they disregarded my words, then any woman who failed to get pregnant would die.
“The games will continue; all breeders will have until the start of the new season.”
“How long is that?”
“Six human months.”
Six months was better than two; I exhaled my pent up breath. The platform hummed and turned, carrying the Druel away.
Slowly, I turned to face Morrdrook, his arms were folded and a scowl darkened his handsome features. “You take big risk.”
I swallowed, but found my mouth already dry. Was he angry at me for trying to save not only my life, but also the lives of all the other women? “I know, but I had to do something.”
“Have very good hu-mon, Morrdrook.” Nular slapped Morrdrook on the shoulder as he passed by with Joan. He grunted, but said nothing. The Zakiu took their women and filed out of the assembly area. Many of them nodded with approval in Morrdrook’s direction. He ignored them, keeping his focus on me.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his burning gaze.
“Even if we can’t get pregnant, I’ve bought us some time.” I felt the quaver in my voice. Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I didn’t want him to be angry with me. I didn’t want to fight with him either.
In a blur of sudden movement, he grabbed me, making me squeak in surprise. He hauled me against his muscular chest. I felt his strong fingers spear through my hair, cupping my skull as his mouth slammed on mine—hot, heavy and brutal. I moaned at the erotic pain shooting through me. My body flamed to life, white-hot desire spiraling through to every nerve ending. His tongue breached my lips, possessing my mouth, like he was trying to imprint himself on me, drown himself in me. By god, I wanted it, I wanted him.
Just as suddenly, he pulled back, both of us panting and staring at each other. The markings on his body glowed again.
“Best of all females,” he muttered, taking my hand pulling me along like a child. With my head still spinning and his mind blowing kiss, I didn’t care.
* * * *
The tension in the air grew palpable, the activity notching up to a whole new level. I got caught up in the preparations for the next battle, along with everyone else. The notion I would have nothing to do, but sit around and watch the fighters train was laughable.
Abby and I, under the carful watch of our Zakiu, kept ourselves busy by running drinks, holding weapons for our guys, even running in and resetting target boards. I even saw Joan bring a drink to Nular a few times before resuming to sit with the other women.
Machines brought in new weapons. The fighters chose what they wanted and then proceeded to care for, sharpen and practice with them.
I learned the coloured sticks represented the order for the coming fights.
It wasn’t just Hurl beasts they would fight against. They also had to fight smaller, but no l
ess deadly creatures the Druel gleaned from other planets.
As there were two months left of the games, they were divided into two games per week. The next game was only a half hour away. I leaned against the wall and felt the tension in my own shoulders, watching as Morrdrook paced the floor below the stadium. Past the large, double doors, I heard the chattering crowd and loud announcements in the Druel language.
Other fighters, including a handful of Zukiu, Fraxi and Gillip stood around the entrance, adjusting armour, stretching and generally preparing themselves before stepping out onto the arena sands.
Morrdrook was dressed in battle amour of thick, black leather criss-crossing over his torso. Gleaming black plates connected from links at his belt, falling down to shield his upper thighs. His wrists were cuffed in the same material. His chosen weapons attached to both his belt and his back.
As sexy as it was to see him dressed like this, it consumed me with dread. Despite him telling me repeatedly he did this many times before, it didn’t make it any easier. Morrdrook gave me instructions when the doors opened—I was to go sit in an area designated for the non-fighting participants to watch and wait.
My chest tightened watching him, too afraid to ask the one question I feared most.
His stopped pacing and his beautiful eyes settled on me. He stretched out his hand and without hesitation, I ran to him. He gathered me close, nuzzling my throat. I savoured his heat, clinging tightly to him, breathing in his divine, raw masculine scent, trying to absorb some of his strength and self-assurance.
“Fear not for me, Aunna, remember, I best of all fighters. I not die today.”
I cupped his face, pulling it back to look into his eyes, “You better not.” I put on a brave smile. He crushed his lips over mine and I hungrily kissed him back, knowing it could be our last.
I won’t ask; I will have faith in him. Repeating the mantra over and over gave me a little strength.
Morrdrook told me there would be a meeting each week to determine how the two games would proceed. It looked as if they were keeping the Hurl beasts until the grand final of the Druel games.
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