Power: BBW Alien Lottery Romance (Chosen by the Karal Book 3)

by Harmony Raines

  “Women. Work?” Ishk’s voice held contempt.

  “Yes, Ishk. I see this is hard for you to understand, but on Earth, as I believe the original mothers of Karal would have, the females work alongside the males. This we will embrace. By starting with the farmers, the production of food will go up to combat the increased population.”

  “I must state my disbelief that our Hier Ruler would suggest such a thing.”

  Lytril had thought that by starting with the farmers, Ishk would have been appeased. It seemed nothing was going to make him happy. So Lytril played his last card.

  “Ishk, you will be one of the hundred. Within the next two days you will depart for Earth.” He ignored the shocked face of Ishk, and instead turned his gaze upon the other silent council members. “Each of you will do the same. Choose one hundred of your people. But count yourself as one amongst them. Only by understanding the task before us, can we hope to keep control.”

  “Hier Ruler,” the voices of the men before him murmured.

  Lytril hoped he had done enough. By removing Ishk, and sending him to Earth, he hoped to stem the tide against him. Torac would be on his side, he knew. So this only left three members. Enough for a mutiny? He hoped not.

  His final words were meant to squash all thoughts of a revolt. “For our species to survive, we have to find a way of making the females of Earth feel welcome. I am not suggesting they integrate with us. This is not the final plan for how we accomplish our goal. I ask for your support while we learn everything we can about these humans. Our sons will thank us for these efforts.”

  As the council meeting broke up, Torac lingered behind, a point noted by Ishk. But Lytril ignored the accusing looks thrown his way. He would deal with Ishk in time if he became a problem.

  “How is your female, Lytril?” Torac asked. “Elissa would like to visit some time and introduce herself.”

  “In a few days, Torac. Let Vanessa settle in first.” He wanted to keep her to himself, all day he had thought about her and imagined being with her. Damn, she affected his mind.

  “The others will come around. Once they have experience of the Earth. And you are right; the breeding program needs to be increased. Otherwise we will not all breed before the end of our prime.”

  “I understand that only too well, Torac. We took too long to find the Earth. If we had time, I would go on searching for a new species. The humans will be our downfall.”

  “Or our salvation, Lytril.” Torac left, his words reverberating around the Hier Ruler’s head as he went to find his Vanessa. It was late. However, he had every intention of claiming her tonight. In the hope he could purge her from his mind.

  Chapter Eighteen – Vanessa

  Her rooms were beautiful, simple, but with a large window leading out onto a small walled garden filled with flowers. That was where she was now, her sketchpad on her lap, several discarded drawings by the side of her. There was so much to draw; she had finished one after another. She would go back and fill them with colour when Okil brought her the promised paints and pencils.

  Behind her, the door opened. She started; shouldn’t whoever was coming in have knocked? Quickly getting to her feet, she went back inside, to find Lytril. He looked tired, but his emotions were still shielded from her. Was this how it would be from now on? With him closed off from her?

  “Lytril. I didn’t know whether you would be coming tonight or not?”

  “I said I would.” His eyes looked dark, hungry, and something stirred inside her. Maybe he could hide his emotions under his skin, but not from his eyes.

  “There is food and water, or some kind of coffee. It looks foul, but Okil assured me it’s drinkable.”

  “Tole. It is a stimulant.” He took another step closer to her. “I do not require further stimulation.”

  “I see,” she said, and her eyes flickered down to where his cotton pants stretched across what must be his hardening cock. Until now, she had not given much thought to how well they fitted together. Did sex with a Karalian work the same way? Damn, she should have given this more thought.

  “Take off your clothes, Vanessa.” His voice was strong, powerful and commanding.

  “I … are you sure I can’t offer you something to eat.” Her voice wavered, her nerves threatening to make her body tremble. But she had to be strong; this is what she had agreed to.

  “I have fulfilled the first part of our bargain. The island of Grenvet is to be turned into a colony for your females.”

  “You did it?” she breathed. “So soon.”

  “I gave my word. Now you will take off your clothes.”

  Trembling, she somehow managed to undo the first buttons of her shirt, a mixture of sensations filling her body. Humiliation at being ordered to do something by a man who seemed to have lost all warmth mingling with a forbidden desire to know what it was like to make love to an alien, one as magnificent as Lytril. Toned and strong, with skin so flawless he was almost unreal. If he had spoken to her kindly, she might think she were dreaming, As it was, his attitude left her firmly grounded in reality. A reality she was finding hard to cope with.

  “I can’t,” she said, her hands dropping to her sides.

  “Are you refusing me?” he asked, his voice cold, hard.

  “No. But this is my first time. I don’t know you; you don’t know me. And I can’t just perform. Not like this.”

  “It’s why you are here. Now remove your clothes and lie on the bed.”

  The more he spoke to her like that, the harder it became. Her arousal had gone, she was sure if he made her … if he raped her, it would hurt, really hurt. Tears pricked her eyes and all she could think was how much she wanted to go home, wished that she had never come here, that she had never met Lytril.

  “I’m sorry.” She began to sob now. Pulling her shirt back around her, holding it tightly under her chin, she said, “I can’t. You are so cold, it’s as though you are a robot.”

  He took two steps towards her and she cringed away from him. When she made her bargain, it had been with a different man, one she thought capable of emotion. An alien who wanted to learn from her, learn to love, even. But she had been a romantic fool and now her fate stood before her, large and menacing.

  “Like a simulation.” His voice had softened, but when she looked up at him, his face held the same cold expression and there were no colours across his skin.

  Placing her hand on his chest, covering his heart, if indeed that’s where his heart was, she let her emotions flow into him. He closed his eyes and absorbed her fear, her insecurities and her innocent desire to please him. The colours returned to race up his throat and fan out across his face. Wanting to see more, she undid the buttons of his shirt, and sure enough, the colours flowed across his chest.

  Leaning towards him, she softly placed her lips upon his skin, a current of electricity making them buzz. It passed through her lips, down along her nerve endings to pool in a moist heat between her thighs. Lytril groaned, low and guttural, and she knew he understood now that sex couldn’t be without feeling, without emotion, not for her. And not for him, if he wanted to experience it totally and completely.

  She pushed his shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Over his naked chest, she spread her hands, her touch igniting his skin. The colours flashed and pulsed as slowly she drove him towards emotions he had never dreamed existed. Then the dam broke and his hands tore at her clothes, pulling them from her body with an urgency that frightened and yet aroused her.

  He wanted her, and slowly, she began to want him. To teach him what it was to be open to another person. With her shirt on the floor, his hands went to strip her bra from her, but she put her hand out, stopping him. He went to move forward, but she smiled shyly and said, “Wait.”

  Then she unclasped her bra, her breasts spilling forward. After a moment of awkwardness, she let her eyes meet his. Then, holding his gaze, she stepped towards him and reached for his hand. Gently, she guided him, showing hi
m how she liked to be touched and stroked. Soon his hands worked on their own, pinching her nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb while he watched her arousal grow.

  Vanessa revelled in the way he made her feel; as her hands stroked his chest, she felt his desire and the intense need to let go. Her hand slipped lower, going to the source of his need, his hard cock in his pants. The point of no return had been reached; she had to go through with this and the sooner she knew what she was dealing with, what she was expected to accommodate, the better.

  Slipping her hand over his cock, she felt him harden further, his whole body stiffened, his hands no longer stroking her breast as his attention went all of the way down to marvel in the feel of her touch. She squeezed him, stroked him, and, leaning forward, kissed him on the chest while she brought him close to his climax.

  “I want to experience being inside you,” he said.

  She released him, and took his hand, taking him outside to the garden. There she stood in the dim light of a thousand stars and removed the rest of her clothes, comforted that no one could see them in the dark night. He stood and watched, his colours almost out of control as they flowed across his body, reds, blues, golds and greens, all mingling together.

  Vanessa went to him, fumbling with the ties on his pants, until with a sigh of triumph they fell to the floor. Her hand grasped his cock, stroking it, feeling the ridges along the length of him and the hard, bulbous head. Risking a glance down, she saw how big he was, and her nerves returned, but surely, the Karalians knew what they were doing. There was no point bringing females of another species here if they were not physically compatible. Was there?

  Lytril came to life as she stroked his cock, he moved quickly, scooping her up and laying her down on the soft Karalian grass. There he moved to put his body between her thighs, his weight on his elbows. Vanessa stroked his face, her thumb rubbing over his lips, and then she kissed him. Their lips pressed together, while her tongue stroked along his lower lip, asking for entry. Their tongues entwined and she felt him gasp against her. Even with her eyes closed, she could see his colours flashing across his skin, so bright they probably illuminated the whole garden.

  As their kiss deepened, he guided himself towards the entrance of her sex, pressing the large head of his cock against her outer lips. Vanessa tried to remain relaxed, knowing if she tensed too much it would hurt. Slowly he slid into her, the head of his cock broad as it stretched her inner walls. These aliens were a different shape, but fortunately, he fit, although she thought for one moment he would split her in two. A feeling that intensified when he broke her hymen and a sharp pain filled her body.

  She clung to him, hoping she would survive this, and through her hands, she picked up the emotions he was feeling, desire, so deep, so strong, it threatened to strip away everything he had ever known. A longing to be one with her, to feel what it was like to share a life with another creature. With her.

  Tears pricked her eyes, and she let herself absorb these sensations and opened herself to him. She didn’t know if he could feel what she felt, if this thing worked two ways, but she told him of her hope, of her love, which she would willingly give him, and of her trust in him.

  Lytril thrust deep inside her, pulling out and then pushing forward again until he had completely filled her with his cock. For a moment, he lay still, letting her adjust to him, and then he pulled out, only to lunge into her hard. The friction, as he moved against her inner walls, was almost too much. Her orgasm hit her, sending her body over the edge, her inner muscles pulsing around his cock.

  Lytril cried out, her sex gripping him as wave after wave of pleasure covered her, and it sent shock waves through his body. His skin emitted some kind of static electricity, prickling her nerve endings, and magnifying her orgasm, her head spinning as it all become too much.

  Inside her, his cock grew bigger, if that was possible, and he stopped moving, instead the head of his cock seemed to swell to fill her sex completely, almost painfully, and then he spurted his seed deep inside her. He groaned, his body pressed tightly against hers as he filled her with his alien seed.

  The sensation made her climax long, a never-ending cycle of sensations rushing through her body, just as his emotions rushed over his skin. She clung to him tightly, afraid to let go in case she was cast adrift in the nothingness of space. Her senses were too overloaded by him. Her alien.

  And when her orgasm ended and she opened her eyes, she saw his face hovering above hers and knew that he had felt more emotions during this one act than he had fully experienced in his whole life before. She stroked his cheek, kissed his lips and wanted to tell him it would be all right. Because a look of fear passed across his eyes, a look she didn’t understand.

  Chapter Nineteen – Lytril

  His body trembled as he moved to lie by the side of Vanessa. That had been the most incredible experience of his life. Emotions he had kept hidden, under strict control for most of his life, had been set free. In all of his teachings on how to maintain a tight equilibrium, of never letting your emotions control you, his father had never prepared him for this.

  But then the last generation, his father’s generation, had not taken willing females to their beds. No, they had taken their females from a lesser-developed world and made them submit to their will. And this was the legacy they had left behind. The males of Karal were inexperienced in the pleasures of the body and the soul. For surely she had touched his soul.

  “Are you all right, Lytril?” she asked, the concern in her voice and also in her touch as she stroked his chest with her fingertips.

  “Yes,” he said roughly. “I never expected something so…”

  “Wonderful?”

  “Yes. The simulation does not ignite the same sensations as a real woman does. I can see that now. I can begin to understand what Marin and Torac experienced.”

  “Are those the Karalians who took the first lottery winners?” she asked, and he could feel her eyes on him, watching him.

  He turned to look her in the eyes, his fingers threading through her hair, revelling in the softness of it. “Yes. I sent Torac to Earth specifically because he was the strongest of us. But he too succumbed, which is why I decided I needed to know more about your humans. I was concerned about the effect you have on us.”

  “And do I effect you?” she asked, her lips skimming his lightly.

  “Yes,” he said roughly. “Even before we made love. When I met you, it was as you call love at first sight.”

  She laughed, a sound that stirred his cock once more. “I think you might be confusing that with lust.”

  “Whatever it is, Vanessa, I cannot get enough of you. All day at the meeting I thought of you, wanted to be here with you.”

  “And now you are.” She kissed him again, and the stirrings became more urgent.

  “You are addictive; I want to be inside you, to make you come around me. To make you know there is no other that can satisfy you as I do. Our mothers were passed around, mated with many of our species, but I could not share you with anyone.”

  She looked horrified. “Please promise me that’s not what will happen this time.”

  As he turned her onto her back and slid his cock deep into her in one swift lunge, that was what he promised her. Each time his cock moved out of her, he felt the loss of her moist heat, and when he moved to impale her fully, he felt complete. Hard, long lunges, he took, until he came inside her again, his cock swelling, holding in place so that his seed spurted deep inside her womb. And in that moment, as her sex throbbed and pulsed around him and her nails dug into his back, the emotions she elicited in him meant he would promise her anything. Promise her his world.

  Chapter Twenty – Vanessa

  “I’m a prisoner here?” Vanessa asked.

  Lytril was dressing; it was early in the morning, the dual suns only just appearing over the horizon. In the night, they had moved inside to the bedroom where he had fucked her again. She was sore, but in a good way. E
ach time her inner muscles complained about her movements, she was reminded of their lovemaking.

  “You cannot leave the tower unaccompanied and I have another day of meetings. Your terms have stirred things up, Vanessa, and I must handle the fallout carefully or I might lose my position here. And I do not need to tell you what that means.”

  “What about Okil? Can’t he take me out to explore?”

  Lytril stiffened, but then relaxed and said, “If he can spare the time, I will send him to you. I will return this evening. Be here.” And with that, the old Hier Ruler had taken up residence in Lytril’s body. Although before he left he came back to her and kissed her on the lips, and hope blossomed once more in her heart. He was in a difficult position, thanks to her, and he was coping with it as best he could.

  Vanessa understood he could not appear weak. If any of the other council members took over, the human race might be doomed once more. The females brought here by force and taken to the breeding house, where they would be shared around amongst their alien captors.

  A shudder passed through her, that would be terrible. It was hard to understand that was what had happened to all the present populations’ mothers. To be rounded up, kidnapped from your planet with no real understanding and brought here simply to breed. To be raped and forced to carry your oppressors’ baby, only for the same thing to happen again.

  Vanessa lay back down, trying to sleep, but the visions haunted her and so she got up, tackled the waterless shower, just as Okil had kindly shown her, and then dressed. Gathering up all of her drawings, she made her way to the seated area of her rooms and ate the rest of the food that had been brought to her, wondering how she was going to fill her days if she wasn’t allowed to leave the tower on her own.

  It was some hours later that a knock at the door woke her; she hadn’t remembered falling asleep, so she was totally disorientated as she opened to Okil.

  “Hello,” she said, still trying to focus.