Centauri Captives Books 1-3: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance

by Kallista Dane

  His compliment was not precisely what I would expect, or want, but, given that I was trying desperately not to reach down and force his head between my legs, I wasn’t about to argue.

  He slid a finger inside me, a smile of satisfaction tilting the corners of his lips. I had the feeling he didn’t often smile and fought the pleasure it gave me to make that happen. “I will be your only.” A second finger joined the first, and he scissored them apart. “You are very tight, but you will stretch in time.” Bending, he opened his mouth and covered my pussy, licking and sucking, even nipping a little while inserting a third finger into my channel. I squirmed, holding my fingers so tightly together I feared I was cutting off the circulation, but I didn’t want him to stop.

  He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, plunging it into me and retreating in a preview of what he would soon do with his so-alien multi-headed cock. My hips rocked upward, legs parting wider as I strained for more, more of his tongue, more of his…oh God. His no-longer-occupied fingers had found something new to do and circled my anus. He had threatened cybellus there as punishment, but this was just another layer of overload. My cream trickled into the crack, and he used it to moisten his fingertip and press it past the ring of muscles.

  I shuddered, gasping, my heart thudding loudly in my ears. My linked fingers jerked apart, as I crashed over the edge into an orgasm unlike any my vibrator at home ever gave me. They didn’t even deserve to be called the same thing. My vision darkened, and my hands closed on his head, gripping tight in my fear he’d stop. Because if he did, I’d die.

  I moaned and shook and cried out, then, apparently, passed out because when I opened my eyes again, he lay beside me, watching me closely. “You moved your hands, little one.”

  “After that you’ll punish me?”

  “And you didn’t call me Master. On your hands and knees.”

  Chapter Six

  Dylos

  I didn’t think it was possible for her to turn any whiter, but the flush of color in her face disappeared. Bottom lip trembling, she rolled over and did as I commanded.

  I took one look at the rounded globes of her ass and bit off a groan as my cockheads swelled. Never mated? I hadn’t planned on having to put this much effort into impregnating the human. Now, I’d have to spend hours preparing her body to receive mine for the first time. Delaying my own gratification, which had taken on more urgency than I’d felt in a very long time, especially after seeing her in the throes of a powerful climax. If she reacted this way to my tongue in her pussy and a single finger in her rear passage, how loud would she scream when my cockheads were writhing inside her, surging in and out, stroking her inner walls?

  Her disobedience was a minor issue, one I’d have ignored under other circumstances in my haste to bury my cock in her sweet wet heat. But punishment would serve a dual purpose. If done properly, it would ramp up her desire for me even more while establishing my dominance.

  “Reach around with both hands and spread the cheeks of your ass apart. I wish to examine your rear entrance.”

  She started to protest, but a sharp whack from my hand on her upturned bottom cut off her response.

  “Do as you are told—or this punishment will be more severe.”

  Hands shaking, she laid her head on the sleek white bedcover and gripped both cheeks with her fingers.

  “I said spread yourself apart,” I growled.

  She whimpered but obeyed.

  Her tight back hole was rimmed in a deep shade of pink, unlike the brighter red of my handprint on the tender skin of her bottom. Intrigued, I leaned closer and slipped the tip of my finger in again. She gasped and flinched. I drew it out.

  “You’ve never been claimed in this portal either?”

  “N-no, Master. No one has ever touched me there—except you.”

  For some reason, her statement pleased me, even though it meant I’d have another virgin hole I’d have to prepare before I could enjoy it properly.

  “You liked everything I did to you.” It was a statement, not a question, but she responded immediately.

  “Yes, Master. But it felt…strange…when you put your finger…”

  Her voice died off. I smiled. After the shameless whores I’d been with of late in the Rapture Dome, I found her hesitance charming. “When I put my finger where? Say it,” I demanded.

  “When you put your finger into my bottom,” she whispered.

  “You mean like this?” I slid my finger in again, a little deeper this time. She let out a tiny cry.

  “Oooh…it’s so big!”

  “That is twice more you’ve addressed me without calling me Master.” I pulled my finger out and reached for the cybellus. “I warned you. Spread yourself wider,” I ordered, swirling a dab of it around her rear opening with the tip of my finger.

  She began whimpering as soon as she felt the heat. I ignored her, working my finger past the tightly puckered entrance. “You think my finger is big? Wait till I claim you here with my cock.”

  “No! Oh god, no.”

  “What did you say?” I thundered.

  “I’m sorry, Master! I didn’t mean to…to tell you no.” Her voice broke.

  “It’s clear you are in need of training.” I slid my finger deeper, twisting it in to coat the walls of her sensitive inner passage. Knowing the burning heat would drive her mad.

  She shuddered but stayed in place. I pulled my finger out and sat back on the sleeping platform, enjoying the sight of her upturned bottom and the pink folds of her pussy.

  “Very good, little one. You will remain in this position until I allow you to move.”

  Her tiny moan nearly made me lose my resolve not to claim her yet. But she had much to learn about being a properly submissive Arythian mate. “I do not wish to continue calling you ‘little one.’ What is your human name?”

  I watched the opening of her rear channel squeeze tight, probably from another wave of heat. Her fingers clenched, digging into the soft flesh of her bottom, and she panted for breath.

  I lowered my voice, allowing a stern note to creep in. “You will answer when spoken to!”

  “T…trina,” she gasped. “My name is Trina.”

  I got another dab of cybellus and twisted my finger into the tight passage, deeper this time.

  She let out a shriek.

  “Again, you disobey my orders.”

  “Oh god! I’m sorry. I forgot. Please, Master…please stop!”

  I relented and pulled out. Slowly. Making sure to massage the cybellus in with my fingertip all the while.

  Her tiny bottom quivered, and I saw her fingers digging in again, but she stayed in place. I felt a stab of pride. She admitted her mistake and apologized, but the human I’d chosen would not stoop to groveling or whining. A good sign for strength of character in the young I hoped we’d sire.

  “Trrr-eena.” I tried the name out, allowing the unusual sounds to roll on my tongue. “What is a trrreena? Are you named for a flower or a star? Or perhaps a goddess?”

  “I…I don’t think so—Master,” she added, so quickly I couldn’t object.

  My cockheads stiffened as I eyed the twin white cheeks of her bottom, with bright-red spots where my hand had connected, and the deep pink of her pleasure portal showing at the center. “You remind me of a delicate flower on my world. It has white petals tipped with red surrounding a bright-pink center. It’s called a tassi.”

  Arythian males gave our mates secret names that we used when we were alone. It was a sign of affection. A wave of grief poured through me at the memory, not only for my loss but for the blow my entire species had suffered. Our females are gone, all gone. She is not your tassi. This savage alien cannot take the place of your mate. She is here to breed with you, so our race does not disappear forever, I reminded myself. Nothing more.

  “Get on your back,” I snapped. I tried to ignore the guilt I felt over the anger that crept into my voice, knowing it was directed at myself, not at her.
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  She sagged onto the sleeping platform and rolled over to face me. I met her eyes, alive with a range of emotions that made me doubt whether she was as primitive a being as I’d first thought. I didn’t see the fear and wariness I’d expect from a wild creature held captive. Instead, her gaze was dark with lust, easily explained by the cybellus. But there was something more. A spark of intelligence, as though she was sizing me up, looking past my angry outburst deep into my soul to the fleeting moment of tenderness I’d felt when I nearly gave her a secret name.

  I stood up. Squared my shoulders. We could both do with a break. She to dwell on the erotic heat I knew was pouring through her, a heat she must learn I alone would quell. And as for me—I needed to put physical distance between us. To escape the scent of her arousal, the dark desire welling up inside me to become as savage as the naked female laid out before me.

  I wanted desperately to curl my tongue around my tassi’s little bud, lick and suck on it until I drew those frantic cries from her again. I wanted to hear her call my name, beg me to fuck her hard and long, and satisfy the raging fever inside her.

  I never thought cybellus was a male aphrodisiac, but watching her reaction to it was having as much of an effect on me as the substance itself had on her.

  “Spread your legs,” I ordered, “and put your arms at your sides.” I waved a hand, engaging the force field. Her eyes widened as she realized she was pinned in place again. “You will remain here until I return. Unable to touch yourself. Unable to satisfy your hunger. I am your Master—and I will be the one to fill the aching need that grows inside you.

  “When this punishment is over, you have more lessons to learn, Trrr-eena,” I declared. “By the time I return, you will beg for my cock. And I will give it to you—when you have earned it.”

  I turned away, afraid she’d see the hunger in my eyes. After rearranging my uniform to ease the strain from my swollen cockheads, I strode from the room, refusing to look back. Knowing I’d see her legs pinned wide apart, exposing her dripping wet pussy, her tight little bottom hole aching to be filled. Knowing if I saw that, the fragile grip I had on my self-control would be shattered.

  Chapter Seven

  Trina

  What game was he playing? The alien who insisted I call him Master kept tormenting me, driving me to sexual distraction then stepping back or, in this case, actually leaving me. I was tormented by that cybellus stuff he had once again smeared on me, its burning contrasting with the cool temperature of the room raising goose bumps on my arms and legs. I couldn’t move—again—not even to curl up in an attempt to conserve heat, much less to hide my nakedness.

  I was still reeling from the kidnapping on Earth and everything that followed. Now, I was on a spaceship hurtling through space, naked and somehow pinned down by a force I couldn’t see, left to wait until he, or maybe someone else, entered to do whatever they wanted to me. Would he do that? Send someone else to take my virginity?

  Dammit, it made me so mad every time I thought about .what got me here—the bastard chancellor and his game-playing wife, everyone who worked for them, and all the aliens aboard this ship. And most of all me! I wanted him to take me, was horny like I’d never felt and only read about, and how the hell could a tall purplish guy be so damn sexy?

  Probably most of what I was feeling resulted from the chemicals he kept smearing me with, but I thought I was stronger than that. If I’d rejected Lee Henry after the prom, and that underwear model who took me out once in college… Had I been waiting all my life for an alien to dominate me? To make me call him Master?

  The light faded after a few moments, maybe on a motion sensor, because my current situation did not lend itself to motion. And somehow, despite the burn from my lady parts and bottom lady parts, if that was the classy way to refer to them, and the shivers I felt inside from the cool room, my body called it. I would have thought that however long I’d been unconscious should carry me for a while, but only moments after the lights went out, so did I.

  Any sense of time I’d held in the past was long gone. My dreams were muddled scenes of horror in that basement, of disbelief at waking on the spaceship, all overlaid with feelings of helplessness and fear. I was bound, chained in the basement, invisibly chained to a table, men laughed, prodded me, promised me torture and slow, painful death. I thrashed in my bonds, screaming until my throat was raw, tears streaming down my hot cheeks, begging to be freed.

  “Trrr-eena.” The voice cut through the nightmare. “Trrr-eena, stop.”

  I struggled to escape, this time with fists and feet flying, somehow no longer frozen in place, chains gone. I had to get away before the unthinkable happened, before I was raped, murdered…or worse, left to float in some kind of permanent semi-death, like in deep space.

  “Oof!” Iron bands closed around me, and I was shaken, hard, until my teeth rattled. “Trrr-eena, wake up! And stop trying to unman me.”

  What?

  I forced my eyes open then shut them, the warm glow of lights too much at first.

  “Look at me.” The deep voice, with its air of command, could not be ignored, and I peeked from under my lashes. “Take a deep breath and drink this.”

  I became aware of a shallow, round cup held to my lips. What was in it? I…I was so thirsty.

  “It’s okay. Drink and feel calm.”

  “Is it drugged?” More tears spilled down my face.

  “Just a soothing tea.”

  “I don’t want to go to sleep, I can’t dream anymore.”

  “Shh.” He bumped the rim against my mouth again, and I parted my lips and let the cool fluid flow down my throat.

  Almost minty, with a floral undertone, the tea wet my parched throat, and I grasped for the cup and tipped it back more until it was empty. “More, please...Master.” Because I was remembering now, the details of my current imprisonment.

  “You bruised me head to foot in your frenzy. I am starting to think you’re more trouble than you’re worth, even as a breeder.”

  Ouch. A breeder. But if that was the way he thought of me, why did he hold me cradled in his lap, cuddled close to his muscular chest? Why had he not left me bound to the table, or put me back there when my flying fists and feet struck him?

  Why had he not struck me back?

  “I’m sorry, Master.” I didn’t know why I said that. What did I have to apologize for? It was not my fault I was hurtling through the galaxy—was it even the same galaxy?—on my way to who the hell knew where.

  He stood and settled me in the chair. “Rest. I will get you more tea. Later, I will show you how to use the beverage distributor yourself.” He set the empty cup on a table beside the chair. “But for now, we have other priorities.”

  I didn’t want to ask what those were and, for once, held my peace while he turned away from me and faced a section of wall that looked no different from any other part. When he faced me again, he held a new cup, almost a bowl, but the scent of the tea drifted toward me, and I breathed it in.

  “No more than this. If you still thirst, you may have water.” He handed me the drink and stood over me while I sipped it.

  Lifting my eyes up and up until I met his, I asked, “It really is drugged, isn’t it?” My tense muscles were relaxing, and my worries seemed farther away. I couldn’t even hold on to the sense of betrayal that tugged at my mind at his lie. It seemed unimportant, somehow.

  He shook his head and returned to the wall, coming back with another cup, the fragrance intensifying. “No, Trrr-eena.” He took a deep draught. “It’s just calming, natural herbs.”

  “How do you have herbs here on the ship?” Now, I knew he was lying…but I still didn’t care that much. Damn tea. I took another sip, though. It was the first time I’d not been on the edge of panic in recent memory. Maybe instead of protesting, I should mainline the stuff.

  “We grow them, along with other things we need.”

  “How…?” I knew nothing, less than nothing about space travel. But since i
t had become my way of life, at least until I could figure out a way to get home, I’d better learn.

  “Well, I am not an agricultural expert, but I can take you to the chamber where they grow and show you. Would you like that?”

  I nodded, tipping back the cup to sample the dregs and eying his drink with longing. “Yes, please, Master.”

  “You cannot have mine, little one.” To make sure, he finished the tea and showed me the empty before setting both cups next to my first one. “You need to be awake for the breeding.”

  The breeding. “I wish you’d quit calling it that.”

  He was even more purple than before, when he’d been touching me and abruptly stopped. A distant part of my brain wondered what other colors he could turn, but the closer parts were focused on the bulge in his groin, growing, and moving. Why, all of a sudden, wasn’t I repelled by such an alien thing?

  “What would you have me call it, then?” he asked.

  Good point. “Call it nothing. Master. My free will has been stolen. I have been kidnapped, tortured, and sold. Just do what you will.”

  He bent and scooped me into his arms then straightened. “It is my duty to produce young for my people.”

  Duty. My rape and involuntary pregnancy was not even something he wanted to do. He had to do it. When the tea wore off, I was going to have to figure out how insulted I should feel. “Well, don’t let me stop you, then.”