Alien Pirate's Bride: A SciFi Alien Romance (Moon Company Brides Book 2)

by Tia LaBeau

  “You’re telling me what to do, Freda. If I do this, will you promise to stop bossing me around?”

  “I don’t think so. I don’t think it will hardly be enough to stop bossing you around.”

  Bastian actually smiles and gets back to work, licking me. He spreads my pussy lips open and runs his tongue along my clit very slowly, and then he speeds up flicking his tongue back and forth. My body quakes. Oh, my. Have I lost all semblance of control? Is it because I’m slightly mad at him that it feels so good? Angry sex? Maybe.

  He slides up my body, and I’m frantic at his pants, pulling them down with everything I’ve got, my legs, my hands, whatever.

  He squirms out of them all way, and there he is on his knees in front of me again with his red dick sticking straight out. I grab it and squeeze. “Okay,” I say. “Get busy.”

  Instead of giving me a dirty look, Bastian scrambles around to get the covers out of the way, and then he pushes into me. It feels right. I know it feels right to my body.

  “You’re so wet. How did you get so wet so fast?” he asks me, looking into my eyes.

  “You,” I say. “You make my pussy cry.”

  I put my hand over his face before he can give me a quizzical look. He kisses my fingers while continuing to thrust in and out of me. I let go of his face and move my hands to his firm ass. I can feel his ass flex each time he goes into me. He pushes up my tunic and balances himself so that he can nibble on my nipple. His wet mouth on my nipple feels delectable. Every time he sucks at it and thrusts into me, I want to die of pleasure.

  “Faster, Bastian,” I say. I smack him on the ass.

  “Say my name again. Louder this time. Scream it. Like you’re ordering me around.” He’s grinning and getting harder, but not thrusting harder or faster.

  “Now, Bastian. Faster or…or…else!”

  “Yes, faster lady. I’ll do as you say,” he says. He pulls my legs up in the air, grips my ankles, and pumps into me faster than ever.

  “And don’t come,” I say.

  “Don’t come. Yes, lady, I won’t.”

  I tighten my pussy muscles. “Are you sure you can obey?” I ask. I’m tightening not only to torture him sweetly but also because I’m getting close myself. He’s so hard and so sexy, and I’m so wet. I want to keep him close to me longer in this way, so I don’t want to come, but the expression on Bastian’s face is making it almost impossible.

  My body shudders before I can get control. I feel myself softening to him, clenching.

  “You told me not to come lady, so I won’t until you say that I can,” Bastian says.

  I wrap my hands around my calves. I moan and groan with pleasure. “Come for me, Bastian!”

  “Yes lady, I will.” He pounds into me. He fills me up so good I can hardly stand it. I want to squeeze him with my pussy, but I can’t get control over myself. “Actually, if it’s not too soon, I think I won’t listen to everything you say. I won’t obey.”

  Bastian grabs me up and pulls me up onto his lap, and I straddle him. He caresses my cheek with a finger. I stare into his hazel eyes. I swear I can stare into these eyes forever.

  “Never lie to me again, Bastian. Never keep a thing from me. If you’re not going to be real with me, I swear that’s it.”

  “I understand,” he says.

  I don’t want to ruin the moment, but I’m still unsure of what I’m ultimately going to do. What I know is that I’ve got to see some of this through.

  I’m sopping wet now. I’ve probably squirted him a time or two already. I slide up and down his dick, never taking my eyes off of him. I want him to know that I mean absolute business. Right now anyway. I grin.

  “Why do you grin?” he asks, looking at me in his very sexy, but serious as usual way.

  “Just fuck me, Bastian the Pirate King!”

  He sticks his black tongue in my mouth and flicks it against my tongue very softly and very slowly. His kisses are sweet. I feel my pussy building up to another climax. He runs his hands up my tunic and squeezes one of my nipples. It’s so delicious.

  “Oh,” I say. “You feel so good!”

  “So do you,” he says.

  “Give me the gold, Bastian the Pirate King!”

  I suppose this figurative language gets him because he shoots all inside of me. It’s warmer than he is and feels magnificent like hot cocoa going down my throat on a cold day. As he shudders inside me, he never takes his eyes off of me. His eyes soften more and more with each shudder. I cover my face and jerk forwards and backward. I can’t help it. I cum too.

  We collapse on the tuft with only our shirts on and our genitals pointed up at the sky.

  I turn around and run my hand over the tip of his dick. “Down!”

  “You can’t tell it what to do. It has a mind all its own,” Bastian says with a grin.

  “I bet if I were to suck him, he’d listen to me,” I say.

  “Maybe,” Bastian says.

  I lean over him and put his dick in my mouth. I can’t believe he’s still hard. I suck lightly, just in case it’s only a fluke that he’s still hard. It stays that way, so I take my time with it, making sure that I absorb the taste of him all the way. I like having him this way.

  The way he relaxes and surrenders to me without being forceful is sweet. It makes me want to please him even more, so I slowly lick up and down the shaft of dick until it swells up so much that I can’t help but suck him into my mouth at a nice even pace.

  Bastian gets harder and harder until I have to whip out some of my deep throat abilities in order not to gag on him, but I want him all. He puts his hands in my hair and plays with a few strands. Then he strokes my cheeks. I feel his quads tightening, and he’s poking his hips out. He groans and then jerks.

  I’ve made him come again. I take my mouth off of him and watch as the gold cum squirts out of him. I rub the gold cum around the tip of his dick. It’s like magic. He shivers and shakes. I decide to leave him to enjoy the feeling without too much extra, so I move up and kiss him softly on the lips.

  Bastian grabs me in for a tighter, more enthusiastic kiss. We smile together with our lips touching. I collapse again beside him.

  He rubs one hand across my belly while cupping his junk with his other hand.

  “So?” I ask, staring into his eyes.

  “So,” he says.

  “I hate to spoil the mood, but we’ve got to figure out how to keep my sister and me alive and help the people that we need to help.”

  “Good thinking,” Bastian says with a wink. “I almost lost my mind.”

  20

  Freda

  I roll up on the tuft. I watch as Bastian pulls his comm unit out of his pocket.

  “We lost yours, but here’s mine. Feel free to call your sister Cleo and warn her,” Bastian says.

  I frown. “I’m not sure if I want to do that exactly, but I know I have no choice. Things have gotten to critical mass now.” I take the comm out of Bastian’s hand. I dial Cleo.

  “Hello? Who the fuck is this?” Cleo’s asks. Her loud voice echoes through the comm.

  “It’s me, Freda,” I say.

  “Freda! What the fuck? Where have you been? Celeste told me that you ran off.”

  “Sorry, okay. I just wanted to come see you.”

  “And now what? Don’t tell me you were on that fucking transport that got pirated.”

  “Yes, Cleo.”

  “And don’t fucking tell me that you’re shacking up with a pirate right now.”

  My eyes flicker over to Bastian. I can’t help but laugh. “Yes, Cleo.”

  “What the fuck, eh? When I get my hands on you, I’m going to choke the shit out of you.”

  “You wouldn’t do that. How’s the baby?”

  “She’s fine.”

  “Kiss her for me.”

  “Tell the fucking pirate over there to slap you for me. It’s the only time I’d give a male permission to slap the taste out of your mouth.”

  “Aw
, Cleo. Always so loving,” I say.

  “The hell I am. So what? What do you want? You’re fucking things up with Celeste. You’re fucking things up with Moon Company Moon, and even though Mr. Drek has an eye on the Governor, he doesn’t have as close of an eye as he wants. Won’t happen until I get out in the field, taking some of the agents with me that have been tasked with detailing me.”

  I sigh. “The Governor might come looking for you sooner than you think. I mean he’s already found you.”

  “I figured as much. That numb nut has eyes everywhere.”

  I take another deep breath. I figure I might as well tell her all of it. “So, the Governor knows where I am too.”

  “Is that all?” Cleo asks. I hear her laughing. Then I hear the sound of something crashing to the floor. Then soon after that, I hear Xerxes in the background asking Cleo if everything is okay.

  “No everything isn’t fucking okay. My sister is shacked up with a fucking pirate. And let me fucking guess, that fucking pirate was tasked with grabbing you, but saw your cute little ass in person, lost his shit, and swept you off you motherfucking feet. Am I right?”

  “How do you know all this?”

  “Because I think damnit, Freda. Uhhh!”

  “I’m sorry, Cleo.”

  “I’m sorry, Cleo,” Cleo says mockingly.

  “And there’s some more.”

  “What the fuck else could there be?”

  “Man, you’ve said more fucks in this short comm than I think you’ve ever said in an entire day before,” I say.

  “I fucking doubt that shit.”

  “Sheesh. I thought that by having a baby, you’d clean up that potty mouth of yours. It’s gotten worse.”

  “Lack of sleep, sister. So how do you know you can trust that fuck face pirate over there if he was commissioned to sell you out to the Governor?”

  “Guess what else?”

  “What?”

  “The Governor knows it was me who killed Zeid. So he’s really hot for me now.”

  “He’ll try to come for me first.”

  “He says that if I don’t go to him, he’ll kill you, and then he’ll get me.”

  “The hell he will. Let me call you back.”

  Before I can answer Cleo ends the comm.

  “What happened?” Bastian asks.

  “My sister hung up on me, but she’s comming me back.”

  “She has quite the foul mouth,” Bastian says with a grin. “I’d like to meet her. She sounds exciting.”

  “You don’t know the half. She’s spunky and bossy. She treats me like a little kid.”

  Bastian rubs my leg. “Well, you’re a woman aren’t you?”

  “Yes, the fuck I am.”

  His comm vibrates with color. He answers it. He pulls the comm away from his ear. I don’t blame him. Cleo’s yelling, “Put my sister on this motherfucker now!”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Bastian says, snickering. He hands me the comm.

  “Chill out Cleo, sheesh.”

  “Don’t tell me to chill.”

  I hang my head. Here we go. “So we’re figuring out a plan, okay? Bastian and me.”

  “I’ve got something for the fucking Governor. I’ve got your coordinates. I’m coming there.”

  “What about the baby? You can’t do that. You have to recuperate.”

  “Fuck that. I don’t need to recuperate.”

  “Cleo, this is nuts. You can’t come rescuing me. Why don’t you and Xerxes and his parents go on a little trip, you know to get away from the Governor?”

  “No, we’re all coming in the fucking mobil. Don’t fucking move until we get there.”

  “Can the mobil make it through the gate?”

  “Shit, no. We’ll charter a fucking ship before we get to the gate. We’ve got the creds, and I’ve got the credentials to get across.”

  “No Cleo, I couldn’t let you do that.”

  “I’m doing it. You can hit me back when you get your payment for your match at Moon Company. Celeste tells me she found you an up and coming politician from Edenu. I hear he’s rolling in the dough.”

  “Er uh, yeah, okay,” I say. I swallow hard. I don’t have the guts to tell Cleo that I don’t think that match is happening, but I know it will take a miracle to get her to like the pirate. She fucking hates him already.

  “Meet us at the capitol building. Who knows what sort of tracking the Governor has on you or me. Here’s to hoping I fucking make it, and here’s to hoping that when I do, I don’t get sniped in the middle of Havenu City.”

  “Wait,” I say thinking for once. “If you come with Rock security trailing at your back, which you will because you need them for backup, they’re going to find out that Bastian pirated the transport ship. They might not be on that case, but they’ll take a piece of it if they can. You know how this works, Cleo.”

  Cleo sighs. “I’ll threaten the bastards to keep their gaps shut okay. Nobody is going to fuck with your precious pirate, at least not until we leave that fucker. So, are we good?”

  There’s more. Like the fact that we have plans to get these people out of the lock up and help transport the maligned through to Teros and onward to Mars, stepping right into the Governor’s territory. If we manage to avoid the Governor and don’t have a confrontation with him here, we will certainly meet him at the Mars admission station.

  “We’re good,” I say after Cleo huffs and puffs. I’m lying, but I’ll tell her more when she gets here. Face to face might be better. I know Cleo. I must accept that she’s going to come here whether I want her to or not. That’s just who she is. Maybe someday I’ll get her to listen to what I have to stay. Maybe she’ll back off a little.

  “I love you, Freda. Even though you’ve fucked up my life, I love you.”

  “I love you too Mister,” I say. Things are too messed up to go into the intricacies of our relationship—especially the parts that need fixing.

  When the comm goes off, I hand it to Bastian.

  “So, she’s warned.”

  “She’s more than warned. She’s on her way.”

  Bastian raises an eyebrow. “How did she track me. I put a blocker on my comm.”

  “Block, Cleo! Hah!”

  “Well, we should get busy then before she gets here.”

  “You’re telling me. What’s the plan?”

  Bastian rubs his face.

  21

  Bastian

  I put my pants on and my shirt. I kiss Freda on the cheek. “I don’t want to leave you anywhere where the Governor may find you alone or without me.”

  “So?”

  “So, I have a plan to break those out of the lock up who don’t belong there. Also, the ship is being worked on. My crew already has instructions. We have contractors who come to help us do fabrications and rearrangements on ships we’ve taken.”

  “How many ships have you pirated?” Freda asks me.

  “A lot. I can’t even count how many.”

  “Where are they?”

  “Some of the ships I’ve taken apart and put back together with others. Some I’ve chopped up and sold all the pieces. Others I’ve sold whole.”

  “Sounds terrible,” Freda says.

  “Yeah, I guess it’s not the best way to do things, but it is the Havener pirate way.”

  “Soon you’ll be in Teros, and then you’ll have to live the Teron way.”

  “Don’t remind me. I believe I will always be Havener. It’s very difficult to think about giving up my profession as a pirate.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t want you to get caught and put to death on account of your profession,” Freda says.

  I sigh. This is a discussion worth having, but it will have to wait for a better time. There is too much to do.

  I get on my comm and call for better transport. My “bikes” as Freda calls them won’t be sufficient for this sort of trip. We need much more room for gear and other Haveners if it comes down to that.

  I grab Freda and pull her
into me. She smells so nice. “Thank you for not leaving for good,” I whisper in her ear.

  “Don’t thank me yet,” Freda says. “and when you meet my sister, you’ll probably hate me.”

  “I could never hate you. In case you were unaware, I’m the Pirate King of Havenu. I think I can handle your sister.”

  “Hah! You think you know so much,” Freda says with a smirk.

  We dress, and when the ride comes, I grab Freda’s hand. She pulls away as soon as she sees one of my crew. I grab her hand again. “I want them to know we’re together.”

  “We’re together?” Freda asks wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

  “For now,” I say.

  Freda grins. “Yeah, for now, bro.”

  “Bro?”

  She smacks me on the arm. “I really have to get you an English slang dictionary,” Freda says.

  “Okay,” I say. “But I doubt I will have time to read it.”

  “That’s not okay,” she says. She rubs me on the arm now, before stepping out of the door. We approach the medium sized ship.

  I hope that means she plans to be around for a while.

  I sit down in front of the ship. I tell my crew member, Jewu to take me to the lock-up. I comm the others on big distro and tell them to meet me there too. I’ve got at least twenty Havener allies willing to die for me. I don’t require that sort of allegiance, but I’m using it as best as I can for the good of others.

  I don’t know if my crew members would sacrifice themselves without me leading them. I don’t think this to be arrogant, but for some reason, there is so much emphasis put on the stature of the Pirate King.

  I’d like to see my people move away from this toward helping each other one on one, Havener to Havener without the necessity of titles. As far as I’m concerned, this whole situation might not have escalated so far if others would have intervened earlier on. Things are going to be quite challenging during the exodus and after. My head hurts just thinking of it, but first things first. I’ve got to get those innocent Haveners released from the lock up. And then I’ve got to get them off planet.