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Star Catcher

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by Kimber Vale


  His strong hands wrapped the cuff around her arm, and a thumb brushed her nipple in the process. She stood still and inhaled his scent, exotic with an herbal flavor she couldn’t wrap her tongue around. It was probably some native plant used in his … what? Deodorant? Soap? Whatever. He smelled luscious and virile. Like the forest after a hard rain, woodsy and earthy. He was standing close enough for his hard-on to press against her leg and taunt her still throbbing clit.

  “I have replaced the embryos with harmless saline, but we must go through with the inoculation for appearance. I am sorry.” His tone sounded as if he were simply explaining his actions, businesslike and professional. The bulge in his pants told another story.

  “The female who watches us expects the procedures to begin immediately. You all received a hormone injection. It results in a matching ovulatory schedule, and therefore, a uniform implantation window. The commander knows this. I am hopeful she will remain off-site. Her absence will facilitate my duplicity.”

  He always avoided speaking Krael’s name. Smart thinking. The military leader would definitely pick it out from their sea of Spanish and wonder what their conversation was about.

  “If you can keep from stopping my hands, you may remain unbound. My coworkers are preparing the other women for the procedure. I will perform the act to ensure the false embryos are not discovered. It will be as noninvasive as the monitoring devices allow. The women will not know it is faked, for their safety and for ours.”

  Noth led her back to the cot. She sat on the edge while he placed a needleless syringe against her upper arm. A soft puffing sound burst out as a cool blast was painlessly injected.

  “This is saline, but we must pretend it is a drug to keep you relaxed. The other women will get the true medication and a dose of Tristayl, the forgetting serum, to make the process as easy as I am able. I believe I can fake the implantation with minimal physical contact.” He gave her an apologetic look.

  “My sister will have an aircraft meet us here at my call. I will gain access to the coordinates to the station control room tonight. A friend, a computer specialist as you would call him, has an appointment in the flight command center. He is to be trained to perform data analysis for the department and promises to assist me. He will open the docking portal so you may all board safely when the time comes.”

  “I know you are trying,” she said quietly, keeping her face placid as if she truly had been given the sedation drug. “How long will it take to get back home? How far away are we?”

  “Farther than you can comprehend, and closer than you can imagine.”

  He smiled at her, his expression hidden from the camera behind him. Those curving lips were both sweet and hungry as his gaze wandered down to her straining tits. He set her blood boiling with just a look.

  “What do you mean?”

  Noth eased her back onto the cot. Stella’s arms screamed at the reinstatement of immobility after so short a period of freedom. Even unbound, she was forced to keep still.

  “We travel through negative-mass tunnels. Space layered over space. Your kind calls them wormholes. Humans grasp the concept, but have not discovered a way to harness the power to keep these pathways open for use as we have.” He snapped up a set of stirrups as he spoke, and her mind instantly and graphically outlined the naughty things they could do with her feet locked high in the air.

  Noth removed a bottle from his tray of equipment. He inspected it carefully and then nodded in satisfaction, as if he noted an otherwise invisible marking that identified it as saline. He withdrew the solution, and evacuated it into a petri dish before drawing it up into a long, thin syringe. It appeared to be of plastic, soft-tipped and somewhat pliable. Not a long, scary needle, anyway.

  “We can arrive at your planet in less than one Earth day.”

  “Wow.” The sheer magnitude of what he was saying made her feel as if her mind truly was clouded by drugs. It was almost impossible to make sense of it.

  He placed a circular disk, about two inches thick, before his eye and gazed at the filled syringe momentarily as he scrolled a switch along the side. Bending over the empty petri dish, he performed the same task before nodding once again. He then put the weird handheld-microscope-type instrument back with the rest of his devices.

  “I need your feet up in the stirrups.”

  She saw his cock jump in his pants as she raised a long leg, purposely dripping sensuality. Stella matched the slow movement with her other limb and lay back, spread wide for him.

  “I bet you want my feet in the stirrups.”

  She kept her tone casual, relying on her words and actions to tease him.

  He growled quietly as he gave her a warning look. The camera was trained on his back, but anyone watching could make out Stella’s facial expression. She kept a calm mask, slitting her eyes as if in a drug-induced semi-stupor. The expression was similar to a look of sexual ecstasy. She was really going to fuck with him, even if she couldn’t fuck him.

  Noth wheeled his cart toward the foot of the cot, parking it in a spot that shielded the work he did on her.

  “Please shift your bottom down to the end of the bed.”

  She reclined languidly, and with slurred speech replied, “I’m so tired. I need help.” Stella flicked a limp hand in his direction, but otherwise remained unmoving, her eyes closed as if asleep.

  “You are going to be glad there are eyes on us, Stella. At the moment, I would very much like to torture you as you are doing to me.”

  He pushed a button to raise the bed. Just like in her dream. Stella’s anticipation pooled between her legs, as her breathing sped up. Could the cameras detect her arousal? Noth moved to the end of the bed, and his big, warm hands gripped her hips from under her legs. Pinching and caressing her ample bottom from beneath while her gown shielded his actions, he yanked her body down to the end of the cot. The hard surface that momentarily ground against her anguished lower region was unmistakably solid cock.

  She breathed a faint sigh, but otherwise was proud of herself for maintaining her poker face. Stella twisted her head slightly, no longer putting on a show for the camera, but wanting to watch his movements through half-closed eyes.

  He held up the syringe, doubtless to let Krael know he meant business. “I do not intend to touch any of the women during the false transplants, including you.”

  Stella moaned and pulsed her hips up in invitation.

  “Do you want me to touch you, Stella?”

  Do I? I’ve never wanted anything more.

  “Yes,” she answered in a whisper.

  There was a long pause as they regarded each other. Finally, he seemed to make up his mind.

  Noth’s thick, gloved fingers spread her wide to feign insertion of the tiny catheter—it was anything but business. Was that a thumb? Her hard nub was being massaged, stroked so slowly she bit her lower lip to keep silent. Little electrical impulses shot through her with each delectable caress. The implacable mask was becoming more and more difficult to wear as tiny shivers threatened to betray her.

  The syringe was barely inside her starving hole. It was a pathetic mimicry of the tool she yearned to feel enter her. Stella needed something more, something bigger, fuller, and harder. She ached for it while she squirmed down subtly to get closer to the man who was driving her mad.

  “Is this what you want?” Two fingers slid inside her sleek crease, tantalizingly slow, while his wicked thumb continued to flick her tender button. She let a tiny moan escape. That can happen during a drugged-up gynecological procedure, right? Nothing too suspect here.

  But then those two fingers were joined by a third, widening her pleasure space to take them all in, stretching her as she longed to feel his fat prick press against her inner walls.

  Her breathing became ragged, and through fluttering lashes she saw he was similarly strained. His jaw looked like it was sculpted from stone, as if his willpower could scarcely control his body from unleashing his desire. This must be agony
for him, knowing his need couldn’t be addressed. Still, he continued to work his fingers in and out of her to lift her to the pinnacle.

  Stella was so glad she could turn from the camera. She was going to come, and maybe she could be quiet about it, but she was damn sure she couldn’t keep a calm face. At least Krael might assume the procedure was uncomfortable if she happened to catch Stella’s grimace.

  The orgasm built, higher and higher, hanging just out of reach as she prolonged the decadent sensation, pushing it off when she felt ready to explode. Finally, she let the crest wash over her, consume her, as she came hard all over his hot fingers. Clenching her jaw, she stifled the gasp that rose to her throat, but the tremor that seized her body couldn’t be repressed.

  The waves slowed, fell back to the ocean from which Noth had called them like some sort of deity. He was a god, a glorious, muscle-bound Apollo. Her body couldn’t deny him the title. Never had a man made her feel so provocative and impassioned all at once. He was undoubtedly frustrated by this little interlude, but she shared his discontent despite her climax of moments ago. It wasn’t enough. She had to use her tongue, her hands—had to wrap her legs around him and force him deep inside her.

  Stella needed everything from her lover. She craved unrestrained bodies, skin sliding against slick skin with reckless desire, mouths tasting every inch of one another. He had to be hers completely.

  Noth put away his instruments as he spoke.

  “You are to remain resting for at least an hour. I apologize. If the commander has a notion of the basic techniques involved in the implantation process, she will recognize the lack of protocol. You will be permitted your afternoon activity in the oasis.” He gazed at her meaningfully as he spoke, while his hands, still sticky from her juices, slid down her legs to free her from the stirrups.

  “Perhaps I will see you there. The glade near the smallest waterfall is quite private, I have discovered.” He gave her a wink before he wheeled his doctor cart on to the next captive.

  He better not give anyone else the special treatment while making his rounds. She’d kill him.

  No television, books, or distractions of any kind, and an hour of lying still. No one could blame Stella for the way her mind wandered to speed the time. And wander it did, right back to the gutter it had rested in all night long.

  Chapter 14

  The lush foliage was even more beautiful than he remembered. Noth was certain his expectant mood had him seeing the rich emerald surroundings with fresh eyes. The anticipation of finding Stella in a secluded spot, of furtively kissing her lips while hidden from Krael’s view, had his body thrumming with need. This oasis was the sanctuary in which he could assuage his hunger for the woman he had grown to love. His palms were sweating, and his cock threatened to tear his pants wide open. The need to bury himself in her soft folds had him rock-hard and ready.

  They had limited time. Thankfully, the walks were not terribly structured, and his medical team was responsible for seeing the women returned to their rooms on time. Krael had insisted on one guard stationed at the door in case of trouble. The tall female had given him a curt nod when he passed inside the huge garden room, but said nothing.

  Noth visited the gardens frequently, although rarely when the surrogates were about. He did not want to cause them unnecessary anxiety. He saw only two women as he strode toward the meeting place, though, and they seemed indifferent to him. Thankfully, the aromatherapy herb kept them relaxed and was not known to induce withdrawal after leaving the system. When this was over, the humans could go back to a relatively normal existence.

  Of course, their loved ones must be frantic wondering what had happened to them. And the abducted women would have absolutely no answers. Only Stella would walk away with most of her memory intact. It was an unfortunate reality Noth could not change.

  Desire to reach his female spurred him forward, made him weave rapidly along the path in search of her. A long frond brushed his face. He felt like a lust-incensed animal hunting down an in-heat mate as he paced under and around the vegetation. His eyes scanned his surroundings for a sign of her. As he turned toward the clandestine area where he planned to take her, his body was hypersensitive with expectation.

  There she was. Up ahead, the slanting rays of the setting day star shimmered in her silvery hair and crisply outlined her succulent curves beneath the thin shift. She was still, a perfect statue of femininity frozen in this deceptive garden. The sculpture slowly took a step back, betraying the silken flesh and nubile curves that truly comprised her. He would love to keep her forever, a work of art treasured for both her beauty and her mind—for her strength, her courage, and her softness of heart.

  The vision turned toward him and placed a finger to her lips before beckoning him to her side.

  The sign for silence. He recognized the motion. She had been watching something behind the mammoth foliage. Something was in their glade.

  He fell in behind her. The burning warmth of her skin through their clothes stirred his cock to full hardness. She swayed against him, rubbing her ass against his upper thighs. Bending at the knees, he worked the aching bulge in his pants lower. It took him a moment to notice what had caught her attention. The shoots of green covered the area in a patchy canopy that lifted overhead to block out prying eyes. He had chosen the location expressly for the leafy cover.

  The couple in the glade had picked the spot for the same reason.

  Noth sucked in his breath, but not because of Stella’s liquid heat grinding against his cock. His medical assistant, Uryu, was on his knees pumping his stiff brackligg into a human who was down on all fours. Her skin was darker than Stella’s and her hair black as the moonless night that came three times a grelf on his home planet. The girl tossed her head back in ecstasy, and Noth recalled her name: Rayna. It was the woman who had tried to claw her way up Uryu when the surrogates had first arrived. Now Uryu clawed her supple backside with clenched fingers as he fucked her from behind. The Artanian looked to be on the verge of fulfillment.

  Stella wrapped one hand around Noth’s arm while the other skated over his bound cock with enticing precision. She pulled him forward, into the clearing.

  The beautiful brunette looked up, her eyes dulled with passion. She cracked an inviting grin at the arrivals, licking her lips slowly as if to lure them in.

  Uryu froze, caught in breach of every unwritten rule in their code of law, but his shaft stayed hard inside the bucking girl.

  He was not so scared of being discovered that he could not reach his completion, it seemed.

  The girl whispered a protest back at him, and then forced his length into her waiting pussy. She shoved her hips flush against his thighs so Uryu impaled her completely.

  Stella turned to Noth, and her hands skimmed against his stifled member, tracing it from tip to sack before releasing him from his pants. His throbbing piece sprang into her warm hands. Scrion. How he had burned for her touch. His head fell back at the sensation, but he spared another glance at the mating couple. They seemed reassured by Stella’s actions. They all shared the same desire.

  Stella lifted her gown over her head and then sank to her knees. Noth wove his hands through her shimmering tresses and watched her with rabid interest. She grinned up at him, mischievous and seductive, and her eyes never left his as her glistening tongue emerged. The pink tip played with the head of his near-bursting cock, sweeping over the ridge and flicking along the boundaries of his helmet. She closed her mouth and swirled her moist, full lips over his knob, rubbing him back and forth along the seam. It was a succulent teasing as his head skated slickly over her pursed threshold. Noth groaned, low and fierce. Her lips parted slightly, and she smiled up at him again, gauging his reaction as she took just his glans into her hot mouth and sucked on it excruciatingly hard.

  He panted. His hands balled into fists in her hair, and his arms and legs shook as he grasped for a control he could barely muster. Her mouth was so sweet, and the suction blindingly i
ntense. The time since she last touched him was too long. Throat opened wide, she took him deep, sliding his hard length in and out of her smooth space with soft slurps.

  “I need to be inside you,” he growled, pulling out of her mouth and lowering himself down to the ground with her. “I need to be in here.”

  He found her crotch with the palm of his hand. The lips covered in fine stubble were warm and soft, enticing. He groaned again as he slipped a finger inside her crease. She was already so wet. Stella’s eyes closed, and she sucked in a staccato breath. He loved to witness the desire etched across her beautiful face. He loved how she bit her lower lip and emitted whispery moans while he pleasured her. Noth bent his head to taste her intoxicating musk. Her feminine scent drove him wild as he plunged into her smooth channel with his tongue, devouring her. He teased upward to suck on her erect bead, reciprocating the treatment she had given him, and Stella’s gasp was like a perfect melody.

  With the lightest scrape of teeth, he pulled on her clit. Her body stiffened beneath his hands as they played across her spread thighs, over her belly, and up to her full breasts. Hushed whimpers snuck past her lips, despite her attempts to suppress the noise. The break in her resolve excited him all the more. Noth slid two fingers inside her and pulsed them to the beat of his circling tongue. He smiled as her slick muscles clamped down on his hand.

  He could not wait any longer.

  Noth readied himself above her, gripping her succulent hips to steady his target. He plunged his cock in with a single thrust and nearly came immediately. But he slowed himself, gritting his teeth to dig into his deepest reserves. His balls ached as he slid in and out of her searing flesh. Pulling back, he nearly left her tight hole. Only his tip remained buried inside her. It was exquisite torture. He pushed inside, hard and sudden, embedding his entire length and relishing the tiny cry of pleasure that escaped her.

 

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