Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06]

by Tracy St. John

  A scent that reminded her of cinnamon rose between them. Previous experience with the Kalquorian who had rescued her from Earth told her this was the smell of arousal for the alien race. The aroma excited her, and she enthusiastically rubbed against the Imdiko, matching him for ardor.

  Their mouths parted, and they gasped for breath, staring into each others’ eyes. Conyod’s voice was rough with emotion as he told her, “My entire day is wrapped around seeing you. I can’t wait to come to work in the morning, and I dread going home and leaving you at night.

  Every moment I’m not with you, I wonder what you’re doing, what you’re thinking, if I’m on your mind at all.”

  She answered, “Vofrek.” Always.

  Conyod’s eyes went bright and he kissed her again. Rachel’s body was in full riot. She wanted more. She wanted it all. She moved against him demandingly.

  He groaned and ended the kiss. “We should stop.”

  Rachel spoke the sentence she’d practiced harder than any other. In Kalquorian she said,

  “Make love to me. Please.”

  She put her hand right on Conyod’s groin, feeling the hard strength of his need. Her hand slipped under his tunic and dove down the front of his pants. The other hand dragged the startled Imdiko’s waistband down far enough to set his twin set of cocks free.

  So big. So beautiful. So eager for her, his members just a bit darker than the rest of his skin and glistening with his own natural lubricant. Eased by the slipperiness of his juices, Rachel wrapped her hands around both tapered lengths and rubbed from the tips to their roots.

  Conyod was openmouthed with stunned arousal. For several seconds he simply stood there, his already large eyes incredibly wide as he watched her work his flesh. Then a low, rumbling growl rolled from his chest. Abruptly he snatched her off her feet, picking her up and carrying her to her sleeping mat.

  He laid her down and jerked her hospital gown up, exposing her from the neck down.

  Rachel wore panties, too plain and too big to be sexy, she thought. But her utilitarian underwear had nothing to do with why she closed her eyes, suddenly too afraid to look at the expression on Conyod’s face.

  Most of the scars from the torture she’d endured were gone. In fact, only two remained on the front of her torso. One was a thin, raised line that curved from her breastbone to three inches shy of her right hip. The other was a indented, jagged series of three strokes on her left ribcage.

  It looked as if the legendary swordsman Zorro had monogrammed her for himself.

  They were the remnants of more vicious scars. The underlying tissue had been too badly damaged for the talented surgeons of Kalquor to completely erase the effects of the torture she’d endured. But they’d managed to correct the pigmentation so that the marks matched the surrounding skin. Same with the three remaining scars on her back and the one on her left buttock.

  But she was still disfigured. Still damaged.

  “Ray-Ray, look at me.”

  She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to see the disgust on Conyod’s face. Or worse, his sympathy.

  “Open your eyes, my love.”

  The words were sweet, but the tone was pure command. Rachel’s eyes popped open to look at the man crouched over her.

  Conyod’s expression was deadly serious. “Do not hide from me like that. There is no reason. These—” he ran his fingers over the ribcage scar, then the longer one, “—these cannot mask your beauty. They only serve to enhance your perfection.”

  Rachel swallowed. He must really love her, to see past those hideous marks. Only a man in love could see the woman beyond such disfigurement. Tears of gratitude spilled from her eyes, especially when she saw he was still hard, still eager for her body.

  She reached up, tugged at his tunic. He swept it off over his head then tugged his pants further down his thighs.

  Heaven and earth, he was gorgeous. Kalquorian bodies had a natural inclination to be muscular, and Conyod was no exception. His broad chest seemed made of granite. His shoulders were wide and sculpted. Rachel had put on weight in the year that she’d been on Kalquor, going from not much more than a stick figure to rounded, almost plump. Lying beneath the chiseled heft of Conyod had her feeling like an insubstantial waif again. And though she trusted him with all her being, seeing him loom over her like a lustful god made part of her afraid. That fear made things inside tumble around, exciting her even more.

  He clutched the front of her too-sensible panties in his fist and slowly, slowly pulled them down her legs. His eyes darkened as he looked upon her naked sex, at the soft froth of black curls between her legs. His breath caught, and he emitted a groan. Now that he was looking at that part of her, the part that had been spared the interrogators’ cruelties, she was able to relax a little. Especially since there was nothing but heat and want in his eyes.

  “Ah, Matara,” Conyod breathed. It almost sounded like a sob. He freed her ankles of the underpants, tossing the thin fabric aside. He bent down close, inhaling her scent with what appeared to be profound pleasure.

  She groaned and grabbed at him, sinking her fingers into his thick black hair and dragging his face towards her neediness. His gaze slowly rolled up to stare into her face. The look was almost feral, like that of an alpha wolf challenging his mate for dominance. Rachel’s mouth went dry, and her pussy clenched in excited reaction. What was it about seeing a dangerous animal lurking within her kind therapist that got her so aroused?

  Her hands fluttered away from him, and she parted her thighs in acquiescence. Held her breath. Waited to see what he would do to her.

  Conyod took a deep, shuddering breath. “My apologies, Ray-Ray. Kalquorians are very domineering, especially where sex is concerned. Dramoks and Nobeks are much more dominant than Imdikos, so I don’t usually get to be the forceful member of my clan. Because you are smaller and physically weaker … well, I’m having trouble keeping my assertive instincts under control.”

  Now, that was interesting. Rachel had been forced at a young age to assume responsibility for her mother after her father’s death. It had provided her plenty of strength to survive the trials that came later, and she’d often taken the lead sexually with her beloved Marcus. As satisfying as she’d found sex with her long-lost lover, she’d wished he’d taken control more often. She’d fantasized about being ravished by an authoritative male, of being bent to a powerful man’s will too many times to count.

  Rachel licked her lips. She had the opportunity to make those fantasies come true, it seemed. But if she gave Conyod all the control, would he go too far? She was undoubtedly more fragile than the females of his kind. And he was very, very strong.

  Somehow the risk was making her want his dominion even more. She was sure there was a puddle under her butt now. Niagara Falls has nothing on me, she thought.

  Barely able to breathe in her mingled anxiety and need, she slowly, carefully mouthed , I trust you. Be strong.

  A tremor ran through Conyod’s entire body. His pupils had swallowed almost the entirety of his irises and a pair of long, rattlesnake-like fangs appeared behind his blunter, human teeth.

  The thrill of terror that raced through Rachel was so strong she experienced a mini-orgasm. The jolt of pleasure forced a moan from her lips.

  Conyod answered the sound and musky wash of moisture from her core with a low growl.

  His gaze never leaving her face, his hand cupped her left thigh. His grip slowly slid up until he grasped the back of her knee. He bent her leg up. Opened his mouth wide and pressed those thin fangs to her upper thigh’s skin so that it dimpled. Rachel’s eyes felt like they would bug right out of her head as he applied pressure.

  Do it.

  The teeth punctured her flesh, sending bright pain to make her jerk instinctively. Conyod held her leg still, sinking those fangs deep into the muscle, penetrating her. Rachel barked a sob, but she didn’t attempt to pull away. Instead, she made herself accept the bit of torment.

  It was over in
only a moment, something in his saliva an antidote to pain. She panted in reaction however, the exquisite instant of agony a bright counterpoint to the pleasure of having his mouth on her, so close to where it would feel best.

  A sweet wash of euphoria seeped through her body and mind. Kalquorian intoxicant, delivered through their hollow fangs, was potent stuff. A bite made the recipient relaxed and acquiescent. Inject enough, and the victim could be rendered unconscious. The Kalquorians used it on lovers and enemies alike.

  Rachel was floating when Conyod released the bite. He smiled, and her every cell warmed under his regard. “Now you’ll enjoy giving up control.”

  I was ready to give it to you anyway, she thought. But this was very, very nice. Her body hummed happily, though it ached for his more than ever.

  Conyod’s grin spread over his face, and she saw dark promise in his intent. She whimpered, her pelvis jerking upward in need.

  “Don’t worry, lovely little Ray-Ray,” he said. “I will take such good care of you.”

  His hand still gripped the back of her knee, and he lifted her leg over one of those great, broad shoulders. Then he grasped her other leg to settle it over the opposite shoulder. She was wide open now, and his face was right there, so close that she could feel his breath on her nether lips.

  “You smell of the seaside during a rainstorm,” Conyod told her. “It is a most delicious scent, my Ray-Ray. I am going to taste you, and you are going to let me.”

  Rachel jerked a nod. Oh yes. She’d definitely allow him to do that.

  His lips were parted as he descended down to her trembling flesh. He spread her open with calloused fingertips. She had a moment to wonder how a doctor had gotten such rough skin.

  Conyod’s eyes closed and his tongue peeked out just before the lower part of his face was lost to sight.

  The wet, scratchy flesh spread over her more tender sex. It slowly lapped up her parted nether lips, intent on catching every drop of her flowing juices. Rachel groaned from the tips of her toes, which waved in the air over Conyod’s head. The sound became a wavering cry as the wicked tongue moved up and up, nearing her clit. The Kalquorian’s mouth closed on that throbbing morsel, and he sucked hard. Sensation rocketed through her belly and shot up her spine. She arched against him.

  Conyod’s grip slammed her back down to the mat surface. He kept her pinned flat as he licked and sucked and shoved his tongue into her core, devouring her like a starved animal.

  Rachel kicked the air wildly, her fists slamming against the bed’s soft surface as blistering heat built higher and higher. She was going to come quickly, too quickly if he didn’t stop.

  But Conyod showed no inclination of halting his gorgeous assault. Ignoring her agonized cries, his mouth was demanding, voracious, insistent. No amount of writhing or pulling at his hair blanketing her lower belly deterred his feeding. Lips, teeth, and tongue conspired to tie her in ever tightening knots, bringing pleasure so acute it was almost painful. The soft, gentle intoxication of his bite faded in her massive need for release.

  The orgasm was on its way now, stampeding with such force that Rachel was actually fearful it would rip her apart. She doubled her efforts to escape the brutal ecstasy that closed in on her, but Conyod’s insistent pleasuring would not stop. His fingers joined in the fray, two pressing deep into her pussy, moving easily in the slickness of copious moisture. She groaned to feel a part of him inside, plunging in and out of her channel. Then he found the bit that made every hair on her body stand at attention. Rachel had a moment to gasp before her world shattered.

  Climax roared through her, a huge wallop of sensation punctuated by brighter slivers of excruciating delight. She was dimly aware of thrashing helplessly, of Conyod continuing to hold her down, of his fingers moving from her pussy to her anus, one plunging into the tighter orifice.

  Then she was off again, her body reacting automatically to a pleasure held taboo on Earth, one she’d joyfully engaged in with relish whenever possible.

  Thinking that sex with the doubly endowed Kalquorian guaranteed she’d be indulged in rear-entry pleasures brought Rachel one more time.

  The pulses of orgasm slowed, leaving her heaving for breath, utterly limp and wasted. She didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes for a few moments. Conyod’s evil, wonderful mouth finally left her flesh, though he continued to gently ply her ass with a thick finger, which was presently joined by a second. They pressed in and out rhythmically. He was stretching her, readying her body for his. She couldn’t have been more relaxed. The monstrous spasms of release had waned to warm, tender pulses. She glowed under the Imdiko’s care.

  She was finally able to part her eyelids. Her legs were still slung over Conyod’s shoulders.

  His chin rested on her lower belly, and he watched her come around with a smile that drifted between amusement and adoration.

  “Your eyes are very dilated,” he observed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more relaxed or content.”

  Rachel sighed. She had no power to do otherwise.

  Conyod chuckled. “We’ve only just begun, my little lovely. I’ve imagined our first encounter so many times, and I know exactly what I want to do to you. Having you unable to resist makes it all the more exciting for me.”

  Rachel could only lay motionless as he rose on all fours, his eyes dark with desire. She watched, her breath stilled in anticipation.

  Conyod’s fingers working in and out of her never lost their rhythm as his face descended again, this time zeroing in on her navel. He mouthed the indentation, his tongue dipping in.

  Rachel had tensed, thinking the touch would tickle, but instead it made her warm inside all over again.

  The Imdiko moved up her torso, his mouth kissing and licking and gently biting its way higher. The fangs were gone, and the little nips he gave her … well, the sensation confused Rachel. She couldn’t call them comfortable, though he wasn’t really hurting her either. They were definitely an exciting part of his play over her body. Damned if she wasn’t getting wet all over again. Maybe it was the intoxicant making her enjoy the rougher treatment? Or perhaps it was all part of his domination that she found so erotic. She wasn’t sure what was turning her on after the incredible orgasm she’d already had. But that she was newly aroused could not be denied.

  Rachel wondered how far Conyod would take it. The thought that he might push her boundaries even further sent a jolt of anticipation coursing through her. She tensed a little, bringing her awareness of his fingers working her butt to the fore again. The tight ring of her sphincter sizzled with a little pain, and she made herself relax.

  The Kalquorian arrived at the underside of one breast. With her legs still draped over his shoulders, her knees were nearly up to her ears. She was rolled up nice and neat, barely able to wiggle. The sensation of being helpless got her insides churning more enthusiastically than ever.

  The angle meant Conyod was having a harder time fingering her backside, and she felt regret as he pulled free of her there.

  His tongue worked to make up for the loss. It scraped along the crease where it met her ribcage. He mouthed his way up to her nipple, which already stood at eager attention. His teeth dragged over the pebbled flesh, and Rachel’s body erupted in goosebumps.

  “Affirmative reactions to rougher handling,” he said, as if giving a clinical diagnosis.

  Conyod’s eyes were still very dark and his voice carried an undercurrent of rumbling, like it was made of far-off thunder. He kissed the stiffened peak of her breast like the gentlest of lovers.

  Rachel’s insides felt as if they were melting, and she released tension with a sigh.

  “Tender use is also met positively. One wonders how the subject will react to both at the same time.”

  Rachel wondered that too. She licked her lips and stared into her doctor’s eyes.

  Conyod’s fingers closed over her other nipple. He pinched the tip as he suckled sweetly on its twin. A twinge of discomfort darted fro
m where his fingertips held her flesh like a padded vise while pleasure swelled from the gentle suction of his mouth.

  His head pulled back, stretching her breast with it until it emerged from his mouth with excruciating delight. He released his grip on her other nipple and eased the slight ache with a kiss.

  “More?” he asked.

  Rachel’s body baked in the heat of his gaze. Yes, she wanted more. She wanted him to push her as far as she could stand. She was also frightened of how much she wanted to be pushed.

  Conyod’s intent look softened a bit. “Ray-Ray, I want to give you what I think you need.

  What we both need. I might test your comfort levels, but only if you let me.”

  His hand left her breast to caress her cheek. She pressed into the warmth of his palm.

  I love Conyod. I trust him. So why am I hesitating? Because I’m scared. Scared of disappointing him, of hurting him. I’ve hurt so many already. Marcus’ handsome, smiling face arose in her mind’s eye.

  Heaven and earth, how she’d let him down. And now he was dead, and she’d never get to say she was sorry.

  Rachel shuddered. It would be so easy to withdraw, to huddle in a corner and refuse to come out, to never take a chance at love again. She’d hidden away from it all back on Earth after Armageddon, too scared to venture out until someone had come in after her. A kind, young Kalquorian had shown her there was still something good to be had. After that, she’d resolved to not let fear keep her from life.

  Fear would not rule her ever again. Not even the terror of what lay in her own heart.

  Rachel swallowed. She looked into Conyod’s ever-patient face, no annoyance at her delay showing anywhere on his expression. She slowly nodded and raised her arms to lie over her head in a submissive gesture.

  She said another phrase she’d worked on last night. “Yof dif.” I am yours.

  Conyod smiled. “Thank you, my Ray-Ray.”