Alien Slave

by Tracy St. John

  The tip of his bullet-shaped penis passed her lips, and he slowly invaded the warmth of her mouth. The careful entrance was at odds with Wynhod’s nearly continuous growls. Dani fully expected him to go animal at any moment, shoving his need all the way into her throat until she choked on his length. Instead, the Nobek stopped well before inciting the gag reflex.

  “Can you move your arms, little fighter?” he asked.

  His posture with his legs bent at her sides kept Dani’s upper arms pinned against her ribcage. She was able to bend her elbows though, and she reached up to squeeze his thighs. His muscles were like concrete under the smooth skin. She loved the feel of him.

  “Good. Squeeze again when you feel like you can’t take anymore of me.”

  Wynhod pressed deeper into her mouth, taking his time. Dani relaxed her throat, enjoying every nuance of how he felt. The vein on the underside of his cock pulsed against her tongue. The organ was hot, like coffee at the perfect temperature. The flesh was pure velvet softness, stretched over the unbending steel of his arousal. And the cinnamon taste of his natural lubricant delighted her. She rubbed her tongue up and down his length, swallowing as much of his precious fluids as she could.

  Wynhod groaned low in his throat. “Dani,” he whispered, her name like a prayer on his lips.

  She took more of him than even she thought possible before giving his legs the warning squeeze. The Nobek immediately halted. “Good girl,” he rumbled and reversed his course.

  He fucked her mouth slowly, taking great care with her. His smaller cock slid beneath her chin, leaving a trail of wetness down the length of her throat. The joy of taking him so intimately, along with his obvious consideration, aroused Dani beyond belief. She reached to finger her avid flesh. She moaned as her insides melted at her touch.

  Krijero’s voice came from far away. “With my Nobek’s permission if you have no need for this lovely pussy?”

  “Take her, my friend. Her mouth is too delightful to leave.”

  A strong grip pulled her hand from her softest flesh. Her fingers were enveloped in another wet warmth. Krijero sucked her juices from her fingers before wedging his hips between her legs, lifting her thighs to drape over his.

  The heat that had been building in her belly surged. Both of them at once. Oh, this was going to be wonderful. She gushed fresh honey, and Krijero chuckled.

  “Such an eager little Earther, so ready for pleasure. I will do my best to not disappoint.”

  As if you could, Dani thought. Her few experiences with the Kalquorians had convinced her sex with them could never frustrate. At least the Earth-killing bastards had that going for them.

  Krijero pushed his sexes into her, filling her so delightfully she thought she might climax right away. Her hands clenched, digging nails into Wynhod’s thigh and Krijero’s forearm. Two growling chuckles greeted her reaction.

  “Feel good?” Wynhod asked, fingers stroking through her scalp. “Perhaps we will earn a few marks of honor to match Gelan’s.”

  Krijero matched his easy rhythm, keeping the fire in Dani’s guts stoked without engulfing her in the greatest pleasure. The bliss of the two men’s lovemaking held her in a sweet embrace. Just when she thought the aliens couldn’t possibly match earlier delights, they managed to somehow exceed their previous endeavors.

  Would three years of this really be so terrible? Or a lifetime, should they decide to keep her prisoner? God, it felt so good!

  Wynhod caressed her face as he used her mouth, the brute’s touch tender. Dani twined her tongue all around the driving length of him, making his breaths come in pants. Krijero drove in and out of her pussy and anus with long, sure strokes, moving his hips in slow circles as he did so, hitting every sensitive spot she possessed. In response, she rewarded his efforts by clenching inner muscles rhythmically, tightening around him to make him groan with delight.

  They became more demanding, working her body faster, harder. Their growing excitement was contagious, making Dani’s insides roil with heightened zeal. A slow, hard spasm rippled through her, a precursor to the quakes that would soon shudder her to pieces. Her tongue zealously worked Wynhod.

  Dani usually selfishly concentrated on her own pleasure, just as her past lovers and customers had. But for some reason, gaining that gorgeous peak of shattering exaltation wasn’t enough this time. She wanted to take the two men with her, to make them come hard until they felt they turned inside out. She needed them to explode, to flood womb and mouth with their precious juices. Never had others’ gratification been so essential to her own wellbeing.

  She sucked hard on Wynhod and clutched strong muscles around Krijero’s cocks with all the force she could muster. Twin growls, almost roars, rang in the air. Close. They were so close. She almost had them…

  Wynhod’s tempo faltered, became erratic as Krijero pistoned against her, driving into her like a madman. Dani moaned loudly, sending vibrations through the thick cock that jerked with its own life in her mouth.

  With an earsplitting bellow, Wynhod climaxed. Hot fluid inundated Dani’s mouth. His pulsing cock poured spicy-salty-sweetness down her throat, and she drank down the wondrous flow.

  Her own orgasm barreled towards her, and her sleeves seized on Krijero, coaxing him to relinquish his pleasure too. He did so, his howls joining his clanmate’s. His cock throbbed like a heartbeat in her core, filling her in pulses with his seed.

  Hearing, feeling, and tasting their satisfaction took Dani to the tipping point. Climax crashed like cymbals in its lustful symphony, reverberating throughout her body with shivering brightness. She screamed around Wynhod’s still jolting cock as a series of crescendos tore through her senses.

  Beyond the wild gratification was a pleasure that warmed her to the soul. She’d satisfied the men, had given them the delight they’d craved. Somehow, it increased her own fulfillment. Perhaps she’d consider this odd occurrence later. For now, it was enough to ride the waves of bliss.

  The Kalquorians gently disengaged a few moments after their sighs ended. The two men kneeled beside her, and Gelan joined them.

  “That makes up for a bit,” Wynhod grinned.

  The last spasms faded from Dani’s loins. With the passing of orgasm’s heady drunkenness, she discovered the euphoria from the alien’s bite had also waned. She looked up at the men, ugly reality reasserting itself once more.

  These were not tender lovers, men committed to her happiness. These were her masters. Her owners. Nevermind the way they stroked her body right now, as if touching a found treasure. She was nothing more to them but a collection of warm orifices, existing only for their carnal pleasures. The tenderness was only temporary, soon to be followed by indifference.

  Enemies or not, she wanted them to care for real. It made no sense she would wish such a thing, not from Kalquorians, but there it was, just the same. It made her sad.

  The wave of depression colored everything drab. She lay still, pouting. Her captors dressed quickly, not quite hiding their magnificent bodies in formfitting clothes. Still, they had something on, where she, a lowly slave, must remain naked but for the humiliating collar.

  As the Kalquorians helped her to her feet, preparing to continue the march to their ship, Dani became aware of the layer of sweat left on her skin from fucking in the humid marsh. And her throat and thighs were sticky with her masters’ dried fluids. Where the sheen of perspiration made the clan look more masculine, enhancing their desirability, she knew she only looked gross. Her hair hung in sweaty drabs down her back and insubstantial chest. She wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d decided to leave her here after all.

  Wynhod’s hand gripped the back of her neck again, guiding her in Gelan’s wake as they set off once more. A small pool of water, too small to contain one of those monstrous creatures who might find her tasty, was along their path.

  Looking at it with hope and careful to be respectful, Dani asked, “May I wash again?”

  One corner of Wynhod’s mouth quirked
up. The handsome alien looked very pleased for some reason. “I prefer you carry our scent. You may bathe when we reach the ship.”

  Feeling nasty and ugly, Dani swallowed a sigh and wished for rain. The cloudless sky mocked her.

  Chapter 11

  Wynhod enjoyed the walk, especially since he held Dani so that she trudged along in front of him. The view of her delectable backside had aroused him once more within minutes of climax. Even sweaty with bits of fuzzy grass clinging to her skin and hair, she remained a beautiful woman. Those long, trim legs, her slender torso, the perfect little breasts that filled his mouth just right … his loins clenched with admiration.

  But the Nobek’s delight with the Earther went far beyond appreciation of her physical attributes. Perhaps she indulged in impulsiveness too often, but that didn’t negate her intelligence. With guidance she’d develop common sense. It was simply a matter of pushing past her stubborn nature.

  Not that brattiness was such a detraction where Wynhod was concerned. He adored Dani’s little flashes of temper and the obstinate fashion she tried to get her way. Well, to a point, anyway. That spirited streak of hers had nearly gotten her killed twice; first with the crash of her ship then getting caught in the quickmud. His grip on her neck tightened for an instant, and she rolled her eyes back at him to see what she’d done wrong. Wynhod loosened his hold again and gave her the slightest twitch of a smile to let her know she was in no trouble.

  Wynhod loved a challenge, and gaining Dani’s respect looked to be a good one. Keeping that spirit intact while getting her to be more reflective of her actions … tough, but not impossible, he felt sure.

  Getting her to see them as protectors and not enemies might be an even bigger obstacle. And beyond that? Wynhod frowned. He was not a man who lied, especially not to himself. Dani entranced him. He was infatuated with the little Earther, his thoughts whirling around her almost nonstop. Nobeks didn’t get giddy, but he was as close to it as the wiring in his warrior brain allowed.

  A familiar sour smell drifted to him on the breeze, interrupting his happy ruminations. With a low grunt he froze, yanking Dani close to him protectively. Krijero and Gelan halted in their tracks, and they also pointed their faces into the wind, nostrils flaring.

  Dani looked from one man to another, her body stiffening in alarm. A small part of Wynhod’s mind approved her instincts as he strained to listen for the threat that edged closer.

  She pressed up against him, seeking the shelter of his larger body. Her voice was a faint breath, but he heard her perfectly well. “What is it?”

  Gelan stepped back, coming close to them. His sharp eyes scanned the trees around them as he whispered back. “Be absolutely quiet. There is danger.”

  Wynhod pushed Dani towards him. “Stay here.”

  The Nobek took off, running fast but silently through the trees, avoiding the deep pools of water where possible. He covered a lot of ground quickly. He paused here and there to listen and sniff the air. The sweetish-rancid stench grew until it filled his senses, sparking an instinctive rage that his training kept in check. Few things incited real bloodlust, the blinding urge to kill without remorse. This was one of those things however, and Wynhod’s fangs unhinged. He kept his senses nonetheless, the need to protect his clan and Dani leashing the primal beast inside him.

  The next time he stopped to gain his bearings, the sour tang of his enemy was so rich he could taste it on his tongue. Wynhod heard them this time, snorting and snuffling as they tracked his clan. He raced to the tallest tree in his immediate vicinity and scrambled up, as perfectly silent as ever.

  Through the scaly growths that sprang from his perch, he had a perfect view of the Tragoom trackers hurrying towards him. He didn’t worry about being seen. Tragooms had terrible eyesight. Their sense of smell and hearing was exceptional, however. Triangular ears perched on top of their blocky heads and swiveled this way and that, searching for the slightest indication of their prey. Tusks bracketed mucus-covered rounded snouts. The beasts’ nostrils flared wide, drinking in the aromas of their surroundings. Built like boulders with short muscular arms and legs, the nasty creatures still moved quickly. Their armored hides left few points of weakness for a blade to stab into, and Wynhod’s hand ached for his blaster. He could have taken half of them out from a distance before the rest could react. Unfortunately, he’d left his shooting weapons on board the ship. No large animals had appeared on the scan for several miles when they’d landed, and he’d expected to find Dani dead or injured on the crashed shuttle. Firepower hadn’t seemed an issue at the time. Wynhod cursed himself for his shortsightedness.

  Wynhod and Gelan had left little sign of their passage, an automatic habit of theirs, but Krijero and Dani were not trained to do so. Even if the Tragooms not been so sensitive to scent, the clumsy passage of Wynhod’s Imdiko and woman would have led them easily to the party. A blind lusgo worm could have followed their trail.

  Wynhod raced down the tree, gaining the ground without making a single leaf tremble. He hurried back to his waiting clan. He noted with approval how Gelan and Krijero sandwiched Dani between themselves, keeping her shielded from possible blaster fire.

  The breeze luckily wafted from the direction of the Tragoom party towards the Kalquorians. Wynhod was sure the nasty bastards wouldn’t hear him speaking in a normal voice. “Party of Tragooms coming fast. We’ll never make the ship before they catch us.”

  Gelan’s slitted pupils dilated with excitement. His fangs descended. “Can we take them?”

  Wynhod shook his head. “There are about twenty, a scouting crew for a larger group if I judge correctly. They’re all armed with percussion blasters. We don’t have a chance in an ambush, nevermind a stand-up fight.”

  Gelan growled, and Wynhod noticed how Dani cringed a little at the ferocity in the Dramok’s face. They’d been speaking in Kalquorian, and she had no idea what was going on, poor girl.

  “Tragooms,” the Nobek told her in a calm voice. “We’re outnumbered and they’re following our trail, so you need to do everything we tell you.”

  Her eyes widened, and she acknowledged his explanation with an affirmative jerk of her head. “I hate those warty pigfaces,” she muttered with disgust. Wynhod’s estimation of her soared.

  In English, Gelan said, “They probably followed the trail of wreckage down to LXS-42 the same as we did. We’ll have to go on the assumption they didn’t find our ship.”

  Krijero looked wary but not upset. “You were smart to camouflage it after all.”

  Wynhod snorted. “I was more worried about Earthers that might have remained here than Tragooms.”

  Gelan was checking his handheld, working out their best route. After a moment, he nodded to himself. “I guess you’ll get your dunk after all, little Dani,” he said, indicating a route knee-deep in murky water at its shallowest. “We’ll wade for a bit, try to throw them off our scent.”

  Dani swallowed as she eyed where he indicated. A large pool of water lay in the distance. “There’s big stuff swimming in spots like that. I saw some of them.”

  Wynhod unsheathed his biggest knife. If not for the danger to her and Krijero, he’d have enjoyed their predicament. He loved a good fight, especially one with such bad odds. “Then we’ll have a nice dinner if we find one. Let’s go. Those Tragooms are coming hard and fast.”

  Moments later they entered the sludgy water, Gelan taking the lead, Krijero pacing Dani, and Wynhod at the rear to keep an eye out for pursuit. The Nobek watched Dani tread gingerly, her arms crossed protectively over her torso. She looked all around, as if expecting some swamp going monster to burst out of the calf-deep water at any moment. When she glanced back in his direction, he saw how her face twisted in disgust.

  Danger and his building rage at the Tragooms hunting them couldn’t keep Wynhod from grinning. Even with her lip curled in repugnance, Dani was the cutest little thing.

  * * * *

  Wading through the murky water for miles on end,
sometimes up to Dani’s waist, wore her out in a hurry. When she couldn’t move fast enough to suit the fleeing Kalquorians, Krijero picked her up and carried her.

  The sun beat down on her when the tree cover became sparse. Even when shade cut out the glare, the muggy, fetid air exhausted Dani as much as her long day of flight. She dozed fitfully in Krijero’s arms, her cheek resting on one broad shoulder.

  When the man carrying her halted, the cessation of movement woke her fully. She straightened to look into the gentle yet watchful eyes of the Imdiko. “We’re stopping for a rest,” he said.

  Dani looked around their surroundings as he placed her on her feet. They’d made higher ground, no standing water in sight though it still smelled of rotting vegetation. A thick copse of trees sheltered them from the sky. Through a break in the thick stand of trunks, the sun was a bleeding eye halfway down the horizon.

  One of the giant bugs buzzed past Wynhod’s nose as he looked around at their surroundings. The Nobek’s hand moved too fast to be seen. The next instant he was holding the creature, and he yanked the wings off. He waved the now flightless creature in Dani’s face, and without flinching she opened her mouth for the morsel. Her stomach gurgled uneasily as she chewed, but she ignored it along with the oozing texture of the meal. She concentrated on the not-unpleasant flavor, similar to peanut butter with a hint of sourness. She’d eaten much worse.

  She swallowed. “Thanks.” She was starved.

  Gelan stared at the darkening horizon and pointed towards a cluster of strange formations that resembled fingers pointed at the sky. “That’s the way we’ll head in the morning.”