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

by Kallista Dane

  “I won’t.”

  When he lifted me and carried me to a bunk set into the wall, his warmth, even through his uniform, heated my cold skin, and I snuggled closer with a little shiver. “Can you at least turn the heat up in here? Do I have to be half frozen to bear your young?” They would be youngsicles. A giggle spilled from my lips at the thought.

  My captor paused, wrestling me into one arm long enough to press his palm to the wall. “No. You don’t.”

  Did he have no sense of humor? Lucky he was hot!

  What was I thinking? The air in the room warmed by several degrees, and I let out a long sigh of relief.

  Which choked off as he laid me on a bunk cunningly built into the wall and began to strip.

  Chapter Eight

  Dylos

  Her eyes were huge, focused directly on my groin. It had been a long time since any female watched me undress with such rapt attention. Perhaps it went to my head—or heads—because I took much longer than usual, deliberately drawing out the process. I stripped with care, trying to make my moves as tantalizing and erotic as those of a high-class courtesan, egged on all the while by the sight of her pink tongue running over her slightly parted lips as she watched.

  The tea I’d given her had a mildly calming effect on our people. But Trreena reacted as though she’d imbibed a highly intoxicating beverage, one that made her forget not only her night terrors but her fear of me as well as all her inhibitions.

  She gasped when I finally let my pants drop, freeing my cockheads. “Wow! They all move in different directions!”

  I glanced down at my rigid shaft with its five appendages at the end, now bluish-purple with pent-up need and writhing sinuously. “Yes, they do.”

  “Um…can I…can I touch one? Master?” She glanced up at me on the last word. If she’d been an Arythian female, I’d have sworn there was a naughty gleam in her eyes.

  “Yes, you may.” I stepped closer, close enough she could stretch out her hand. She leaned forward.

  Gods! Her soft fingertips grazed one of the sensitive heads. I felt a jolt of raw lust rocket through me, a savage sensation I hadn’t felt since I was a young man.

  “It’s smooth and sleek but so hard underneath!”

  My cockhead surged forward, stroking the inside of her palm. Her fingers closed around it, and I groaned.

  “Do you like this?” She ran the pad of her thumb around the head, making slow circles.

  “Yes, very much,” I said through clenched teeth. My nostrils flared as I caught the scent of her arousal, stronger than ever. It was all I could do not to toss her on her back and ram myself balls deep inside her dripping wet pussy. But I was intrigued at her transformation from a frightened captive to a budding temptress, and I didn’t want to drive her into her shell.

  “This is what you did to me—except on my clit,” she murmured, still massaging. “I liked it very much, too,” she added.

  “Clit? Is that what you call your little jewel?”

  She smiled dreamily. “Little jewel. I like that name for it better.” Taking another head in her hand, she slid her fingers down to where it met the shaft, and giggled. “So many to play with!” Her fingers roamed. Stroking, cupping, lightly squeezing.

  “Careful, little one!” I warned. “You might get more than you bargained for.”

  “Oooh, I hope so! I got more from you than I bargained for when you licked me. Maybe I should lick you!” She glanced up at me again, and this time there was no mistaking the wicked gleam in her eyes. “But which one?”

  I grabbed a fistful of her hair, brought her head down. “All of them,” I growled. “And you’d better do a good job.”

  “Or you’ll punish me again? Stick your finger up my ass like you did before? I’ve never had anybody do that to me.” Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper. “I liked it. Very much. Master.”

  “You’re definitely getting punished tonight.” My cockheads lunged toward her pink lips. “But for now, stop talking and start licking.”

  I thought her fingertips were soft, but when her tongue lapped at the nearest head, I couldn’t hold back a guttural cry. Though her technique was unschooled, what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. She licked and sucked, sometimes on a single head, sometimes taking one in each hand and flicking her tongue back and forth over them, then tracing a pulsing vein all the way down the length of my rod.

  I’d always been master, but I discovered that allowing a female to do as she pleased to my manhood brought a new thrill to the act. I took it as long as I could, quivering with the effort it took to stand unmoving while her hot wet tongue and tiny fingers danced over the rigid shaft and throbbing heads.

  Finally, I could bear it no longer. I pulled her head away. “Lie back. And do. Not. Move.”

  She giggled again. “Are you going to punish me now?”

  I clapped a hand over her mouth, and her eyes widened. “Oh, yes, I’m going to punish you. But first, I’m going to fuck you long and hard. And the next time you make a sound it better be to beg me to do it.”

  I bent my head and drew a nipple into my mouth. Sucking then nipping with my teeth. She gasped, writhing beneath me. I grabbed both her hands, drew them above her head, and pinned them there with the force field. Then I got onto the bed, nudged her legs apart, and knelt between them.

  “You said you liked it when I licked you. Here…and here…and here.” I ran my tongue lazily along her dripping folds, up to the tiny jewel she called a clit.

  She shuddered. “Yes, Master.”

  I reared back, flipped her body on its side, and gave her bottom a stern whack. “What did I say? The only words I want to hear are you begging me to fuck you.”

  She moaned but didn’t speak. Laying her body down again, I spread her legs and fastened my mouth over her jewel, determined to wring a breathless plea from her. I flicked my tongue over it then sucked the tiny bud.

  She cried out, bucking her hips up and thrashing beneath me.

  “I told you not to move. You’ll be punished for that. Later.” The stern tone in my voice seemed to get her even hotter. I ran my tongue over her jewel again and followed up my threat with a finger teasing the tight pucker of her rear portal at the same time.

  Her response drove my need to new heights. Every sound she uttered, every shudder that racked her body, made me want to turn those muffled cries into full-throated screams of passion. I felt like a randy lad bedding a female for the first time. When I slid a finger into her pussy, her muscles clamped around it. My cockheads swelled, as though they were already enveloped in her tight wet heat.

  I worked a second finger in, stroking her inner walls. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her body tense beneath me, ready to explode. But this time, there’d be no gratification. I wanted her aching, frantic with need. I backed off, and she moaned.

  “Oh, god, don’t stop! Please, Master…”

  “Say it,” I ordered.

  She whimpered, and I drove my fingers in, sucking hard on her jewel, then pulled away again. She tossed her head from side to side, panting wildly. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks and lips flushed a bright red.

  “Look at me,” I ordered. Her blue eyes popped open, the deep, rich color of anderite, deepened by a haze of lust. “Say it. Beg me.”

  “Oh yes, please! Please, fuck me, Master. Fuck me now!”

  I locked my gaze with hers and moved up over her body. My cockheads surged toward the heat, twisting their way through her tight entrance one at a time, then undulating in every direction, stroking and pulsing inside her. She screamed then, a cry of wild abandon, and shut her eyes again. Those velvet muscles contracted around me, wringing a harsh groan from deep within my chest.

  “Oh, Master, I can feel them inside me—throbbing and twisting every which way at once! Dear god, is this what fucking is like?”

  I was ready to erupt, but I’d been holding back by sheer will, wanting to make sure she was ready. “No, Trr-eena, this
is what fucking is like. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see you come.” I rammed myself inside her, my cockheads pistoning.

  She screamed again, a long drawn-out keening sound, and her pussy spasmed around me in rhythmic contractions. I tensed then roared as my cockheads began pulsing, one after another. Her eyes locked with mine. No longer glazed but hot and hungry and wild.

  To my astonishment her powerful muscles kept on spasming, wringing every last drop of cum from my loins. I erupted in an agony of bliss.

  I stared into my little human’s eyes as she shuddered and shattered in my arms. Watching that savage hunger turn to sheer rapture. Watching every trace of fear and wariness disappear as she allowed herself to trust. Opened herself to accept the ultimate ecstasy. Opened to me, body and soul—and in that instant, made me her captive.

  Chapter Nine

  Trina

  And then he was gone, called away to meet with the captain on the bridge about something or other. Moments after pouring his cum into me, after driving me mad with those alien cockheads that reached deeper than I’d ever expected to find any man. But that was the whole point about the alien cockheads, wasn’t it? He wasn’t a man. And hadn’t stuck around for afterglow. In that way, he was like the men my friends dated. Always putting work first.

  I lay in his bed, tucked under a blanket woven of some threads as light as air yet as warm as toast, drifting in the dimly lit space. For the first time since being shanghaied aboard this vessel and into the clutches of my master, I was relaxed. A concept even more alien than he was.

  I ached in all the right places, at least I assumed they were. My lack of experience gave me little to compare it to. But I did know enough to understand that human penises were shaped more like an old-fashioned rocket ship than Medusa’s latest hairstyle.

  Women at home had no idea what they were missing.

  Curling up around the flat pillow that smelled like my lover, master, owner, I considered my situation. He’d told me he needed me to bear his “young.” I slid my hand under the blanket and laid my palm on my stomach. I had failed to replace my long-term birth control implant when it came due last year. All girls got them at maturity, and I had, but since I had zero lovers on my horizon, I saw no harm in letting it lapse.

  Was I pregnant now?

  And if so, would I bear a regular baby…a larvae? Images of squirmy crawly things flooded my brain before I shoved them aside. If we were able to procreate together, and since the only differences between us I’d noticed were that of color—man was he purple when he plunged into me—and his multi-headed pleasure parts, I had at least a fair chance of having a baby my body could handle, and also my brain.

  I’d expected more pain, really, for my first time, and there had been an initial jab, but as the various heads worked their way so deep into me, the pain was quickly lost in surge after surge of pleasure. My friends talked about the elusive G-spot, but was it possible to have more than one? Because I’d swear every one of those tips found their way to one. A shudder ran over me as an echo of my climax tightened my core.

  I’d waited forever to cross that line, to take a lover, and, in the end, the choice had been taken from me. I searched for the resentment, the anger I should probably be feeling about that, but all I found was contentment and a desire to relive the experience, maybe even do it again? That tea…it must have done something to my mind.

  Yet, when my eyes drifted closed, it was his strong features that followed me into drowsiness. Along with a feeling of belonging…which made no sense at all.

  Would I be like a wife to him? Or the slave I had been sent to be?

  I probably shouldn’t care, having been thrust into a life in which I had no say…yet the teenage girl in me, who apparently had never entirely grown up, immediately sent a picture of a white wedding into my sleepy mind.

  And my dreams.

  Sometime later, the bed dipped beside me, and I surfaced enough to be aware of his form next to mine in the narrow space. He reached out and tugged me even closer, spooned against my back, one big hand cupping my breast. He stroked the nipple with his thumb, and that easy, that quick, I flared into desire, pressing my bottom toward him without even intending to. What was happening to me?

  “So responsive,” he crooned, nipping my earlobe and sending a jolt through me.

  I bit my lip, unsure how to respond or if any was even necessary.

  His palm glided downward, over my belly to press against my mound. “Shall we see if you’re ready for another breeding?”

  I jerked at the word. Breeding? All the fantasies and dreams, no doubt the result of the tipsiness caused by his tea, were gone, and the anger and fear returned. “Never,” I blurted.

  “Never…” His fingers trailed between my legs, gliding easily in the betraying wetness there. “But your body tells me something else.” He pinched my clit between two fingers and squeezed, released. “Would you deny it weeps with want for me?”

  The egotistical bastard. But just that simple touch reignited a desire I could not fight, and when he inserted a leg between mine, I offered no further protest.

  “Good girl,” he told me, and I couldn’t even summon the necessary ire at being talked to like a pet. “I will of course have to punish you for saying no to me, but I think that can wait.”

  For what, I wanted to ask, even as a little thrill ran over my skin at the thought of a punishment, a shiver of fear as well confirming lack of mental stability in this situation. What was he waiting for? But before I could form the sentences in my fog of desire, he slid his cock between my ass cheeks, the extensions reaching as far as my pussy, all of them in individual motion, swirling over the most sensitive parts of my body. One attached to my clit, almost like a suction cup, and I sucked in a breath and almost choked on the very air. The other ends were equally busy, stroking, sliding and awakening me to the possibilities his anatomy offered.

  His chuckle against my ear made me shiver. “I’ve chosen well, unless all women on your planet are such seductresses. Do you know, I left a meeting to come to your side? To bury myself in your body again, and again. The cybellus is supposed to work on the females only, but it seems to have made me need you even when I should be elsewhere.”

  Again, I didn’t respond. He didn’t seem to need my words right now.

  “Or is it something else? What have you done to me, human?” With a sudden change of mood, he seemed no longer relaxed, playful, but fierce. His fingers bit into my hip, and he rolled me onto my stomach, sending the cover to the floor at the same time. “Hold your ass cheeks apart that I may see where I will conquer next.”

  I gulped. “Oh I don’t think…”

  “Are you again refusing me?” A sharp slap set my bottom on fire. “Perhaps my pleasure will be what has to wait if I must discipline you first.”

  And no doubt that would make things worse. If he had to delay what he wanted to do to address my behavior. I gripped my bottom cheeks and opened them.

  “Wider.”

  I did, feeling more exposed than ever before. “Like this?”

  “It will do.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me onto my knees. “Keep it nice and high for me.”

  With my hands occupied, my head lay on the bed, my ass up in the air. He moved between my knees, pushing them outward. My heart thudded in my throat. He could do anything. He owned me.

  “I must inspect all that is mine.” When he circled my anus, that ownership became clearer. “And I will take it all, make no mistake.” He slid his hand forward, and when it returned to my vulnerable rear hole, the finger that worked to enter was slippery with my juices. “Relax, and this will hurt less.”

  Relax? When his long digit penetrated to one knuckle, then the next. I tried to remember what his hands looked like. Did they have the same number of knuckles as humans? Then it didn’t matter because the second finger was stretching me impossibly wide. “Please…”

  “Since you’ve asked so nicely.” The
third finger made me scream. But he only continued on, driving them deep and then retreating, over and over again. “Shhh. You’ll take them because you’ll have less damage later.”

  Damage? He was going to cause damage? I whimpered, in pain but riding something else, too. Something I didn’t want to examine too closely.

  “Shh,” he soothed. “Good girl. Just another moment. He pulled completely free, and I breathed a sigh of relief that was cut off by another cry when a cold, slippery blunt head replaced his fingers. “Push back, take it all the way.”

  I wanted to shout at him to stop, that it hurt too much, that my ass was on fire, burning all the way into my body. But if I did, he’d only add punishment to the session, so I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.

  He inserted the device a bit at a time until I was sure it must come all the way into my throat. How big was it? “There.” He gave a bottom slap, but it didn’t hurt. Or maybe my ass hurt so much, I couldn’t tell.

  “Can you take it out now?” I asked, hopefully.

  “Oh no. But perhaps I can distract you from the discomfort.”

  I heard a click and then something happened inside. My shriek echoed in the small chamber. “What did you…? Oh god!”

  “Do you like my surprise?” The thing in my ass had opened and, from what I could identify, sent out individual ends like the ones on his cock. Moving through my body, vibrating and twitching, and then…and then he plunged into my pussy and my entire lower body lit up like a Christmas tree.

  “Nooo…” He had to stop or I’d die, but then the orgasms started, tumbling me into a darkness lit with flares of lightning, with thunder, with rolling waves of a storm at sea with…

  Then it all went dark.

  Chapter Ten

  Dylos

  The human female had bewitched me.