The Yarian (Women of Dor Nye Book 3)

by Poppy Rhys

  “Stay back!” she breathed, her voice barely above a commanding whisper.

  His eyes fell to her hand upon him, and that’s when she felt how very heated his skin was. As if he were made of hot coals burning up from the inside.

  Fin snatched her hand back, rubbing the palm against the red rippling fabric of her dress along her thigh, like she could scrub away the residual heat. Her chest rose and fell with each harried breath she took, especially when his eyes landed upon her exposed cleavage in the square cut top of the empire waist robe she wore.

  To her horror, his big, strange hand lifted and she watched as he placed it upon her chest, just as she’d done to him.

  Heat seared through to each layer of skin, the tissue beneath, and into her blood.

  Fin slapped his hand away, slinking against the bars of the cell to gain some distance, though she never once turned her back on him in the process. His eyes followed her the entire way until she was on the opposite side of the space before he took a step toward her.

  “Don’t come any closer,” she pointed a finger at him, somewhat surprised he froze. They stayed like that, each one assessing the other from across the small space, as the minutes ticked by.

  Her eyes explored the enclosure, noticing the floor was covered in patterned rugs, and a small metal lamp hung down from the bars going across the top of the oversized cage. An overstuffed golden hued ottoman was the only piece of furniture around.

  When a few more agonizingly slow moments passed, she gently lowered herself onto the cushioned surface before her legs decided to give out beneath her.

  Fin twisted the silver leafed ring upon her index finger with her thumb, deciding she couldn’t sit in silence the entire time they were stuck together.

  “Is this where they keep you all the time?”

  The Yarian’s black brows pulled low, and she noticed a small, pale scar cutting through the right one where hair no longer grew. He shook his head slowly.

  “This is where you meet the… clients, then?”

  He nodded once.

  “Are there many?”

  He hesitated that time, but eventually nodded once again.

  Fin’s lips thinned as she felt a mix of fury and sympathy for the Yarian, and every other creature tucked in the cages this place held.

  “Where do they normally keep y-”

  She was cut off as the first cry of gratification broke the hum of conversation beyond the curtained barrier, followed by the growing number of sighs, moans, and the occasional sound of smacking flesh.

  While the drapes definitely gave a sense of privacy, it certainly didn’t block out the noise.

  The Yarian was closer than she remembered before she was distracted by the sounds around her.

  His breathing was heavier, strained.

  The yellow veins of his cock visibly pulsed, the lubricant upon the stretched skin there dripping down along his tightened sac, and onto the floor below him.

  In the next blink, he was before her on his knees, his hands traveling up her calves from underneath the folds of her dress.

  A sharp sensation jolted through Fin’s entire body at the combination of his heated skin upon hers, a trickle of fear, and the sight of a powerful male upon his knees.

  The coiling of unwanted arousal like she’d never felt before began to twist in her abdomen.

  A protest fell dead on her parted lips when his long fingers slid behind the backs of her knees, stroking the sensitive, thin skin before he gripped and yanked, her ass sliding forward on the ottoman.

  Fin gasped, her hands quickly clutching the sides of the cushion so she didn’t fall back against the iron bars behind her.

  “S-stop,” she finally pushed out, her throat going dry when she tried to swallow next.

  Every breath she took filled her head and lungs with his scent of wood smoke and sweat. It smelled animalistic, unlike the refined cologne and perfume of the men and women she was normally in the company of.

  He’s not a man, she mentally reminded herself. Not human.

  It was as if Fin’s request fell on deaf ears, because he didn’t stop.

  Panic began to spiral through her at the idea she was going to be forced by this male before her, and the rising instinct to scream for help to try and stop it from progressing further. But if she did that, if she screamed, it wouldn’t just stop the Yarian, it would get him killed.

  “I-if I scream,” she panted, “they’ll put you down.”

  The Yarian’s round black pupils dilated a little more and he hesitated for a split second before his hands slid up the insides of her thighs. Another chill struck her, more of that arousal tightening her insides and making the skin of her abdomen quiver with a familiar need.

  Fin jumped when the backs of his knuckles brushed against the thin fabric of her underwear, right along the seam of her pussy.

  Her eyelids drooped with how that single graze echoed through her entire being. What started as a dull, curious pulse surged into a pleasurable ache.

  Then his finger slid along the edge of that sensitive crease on her thigh, dipping underneath the fabric and pushing it to the side. The digit met with no resistance as it slid up her lips, hot fluid slicking the way.

  Immediately she slammed her thighs together, trapping his hand as she tried to work through the haze fogging her mind.

  “No,” Fin told him, raising a slippered foot to plant it against his chest, her leg muscles tightening in preparation to push him away.

  For a few seconds, they stayed that way, both daring the other to make a move.

  Never blinking, his finger slid across her clit.

  Fin’s thighs quivered, nearly relaxing over his trapped hand when he did it again.

  She watched as his other hand wrapped around the ankle of the foot that lay upon his chest, slowly lifting it until he turned his head to the side, his warm, full lips trailing along the skin of her calf.

  She felt her bottom lip tremble, her clenched fingers tremoring at the same time while they dug deeper into the cushion she sat upon. A small fluttering in the pit of her stomach burst forth, her mouth salivating with a carnal hunger.

  The wicked finger slid over her throbbing clit again, causing her next breath to hitch in her throat before she jaggedly exhaled. It was as if that was all the alien needed as permission.

  At that point, Fin realized she wouldn’t scream for help, and the Yarian knew this.

  She watched as he set her foot down, his hand joining the other under her dress as his fingers hooked into the top band of her underwear at her hips, and pulled.

  Warm skin grazed the sides of her ass when he slowly dragged the flimsy fabric from under her, down her thighs, and off completely. The lewd feeling of sitting there without any barriers between her and his exploring hands sent a new wave of trembling through her abdomen.

  Don’t do this, she wanted to say, but that fierce pride of hers swelled inside.

  She would never beg.

  “I said no,” she commanded instead, her brain saying one thing, her body whispering another.

  Every time Fin spoke, the Yarian listened, and then did what he wanted. She wasn’t sure it was just his wants anymore though, because her pussy desperately wanted his fingers back.

  And then they were.

  His knuckle grazed her clit again, Fin’s muscles relaxing just slightly with the sensation she was riding. Tell him to stop, her brain screamed. Get up and yell for a guard, it pleaded.

  But she didn’t.

  Her body wanted this, wanted him touching her, pleasuring her. It was wrong, unconscionable, to support this awful establishment by allowing the Yarian to do his job.

  The job Paola paid for him to do.

  Ugh. That thought brought a rancid taste to her tongue.

  “Just this,” she decided, “nothing further. Nothing.” Her dark eyes looked at him pointedly, mustering some conviction before his fingertip traced the opening of her cunt that leaked further arousal. Her
lips parted, a languid exhale passing her lips as she tilted her head back and sunk further into those sparks of ecstasy that flickered through her nerves.

  His fingers expertly slid over her clit, under it, around it, circling, softly pinching until her breathing became frantic.

  Her fingers that clenched the cushion began to ache with how tight she gripped, but she couldn’t help it. When a single finger probed her, slipping past the quivering, slick muscles, she lowered her chin, facing forward again as her eyes fluttered back open.

  The hunger upon his face had her shoulders shuddering and her pussy clenching around his digit, especially when his thumb simultaneously slid against her swollen nub. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow gasp of oxygen she took.

  As if the Yarian couldn’t help himself, his free hand slowly wrapped around his pulsing, rock hard cock. He watched her, watching him, as his hand stroked upward. A pleasured exhale elicited from the giant alien.

  Fin bit her trembling bottom lip as a bolt struck through her upon that first stroke of his hand. It was as if his fingers were an extension of his cock; with each pump of his fist, his fingers plunged into her pussy in the same instant, thumb bumping her sweet spot.

  Her muscles tightened and relaxed at an alarming rate, the butterflies in her stomach overwhelming her senses, as she climbed and clawed her way to that beautiful drop she craved.

  They both panted, both watched the other, both gaining pleasure at the others excitement.

  The Yarian groaned looking down at his own cock as Fin’s gaze fell to the brightly colored appendage.

  She watched as his fist tightened, gently squeezing around the beating veins while she felt his fingers pump her just as eagerly. Fascination and arousal coiled together as her eyes watched the alien shudder, groan, and pump his length repeatedly.

  Oh, that groan.

  Deep, reverberating, rich.

  She could almost imagine that chest rubbing against the tips of her hardened nipples, those vibrations setting her body on fire as he rammed into her.

  Fin moaned, her pussy quivered, sucked, and pulled on his fingers as she imagined what it might feel like to have that cock working her instead of his digits.

  They both watched as his sac tightened even further, one last groan echoing through him when his cock jerked, an arc of crystal clear ejaculate shot up from the small slit smack in the middle of the flat top. It slid against her bare calf as he continued to stroke and tremble, hot seed shooting up her skin.

  The entire act of watching him come had her body flushing with heat.

  When a second digit slipped into her pussy, mixed with her heightened arousal, she was coming undone.

  That tightened coil began to squeeze to an unbearable degree before busting at the seams and shooting sparks through her entire body.

  Fin rode the big wave, her muscles jerking uncontrollably, feeling tight and relaxed all in the same instant as a bone deep moan sung up from her throat.

  Then that fine line between ecstasy and hypersensitivity was crossed, pitching Fin into the throes of the aftermath with such violence she shook and contracted around his entire arm.

  She ordered him to stop, breathing heavily and clawing at his hand. When he finally did, she sagged back against the bars of the cell trying to catch her breath.

  Small twitches pinged through her muscles while her mind raced.

  She’d never watched anyone pleasure themselves before, and she was sure it was the most indecent, obscene… and deeply erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

  When she cracked one eyelid open and looked at the Yarian, he was staring at her. The look of hunger was still there, only it morphed into something deeper, insatiable.

  Her gaze fell upon his cock again, noticing it was still erect and throbbing.

  Fin sat upright quickly, her head spinning.

  As her palm went to her forehead to try and stop the room from swaying, the alien grabbed her, swiftly pulling her down to the ground and flipping her over.

  She felt her knees push into the carpet of the rugs beneath them while her hands landed upon the cushion she’d just been sitting on seconds ago. That’s when she felt the alien flip the hem of her dress up and over her back, exposing her ass.

  “No!” she yelled that time, the haze of the bone rattling orgasm she’d just had, shattering. She felt his knee kick apart her thighs, and that’s when regret washed over her.

  Fin gave the Yarian a little, and now he wanted it all.

  She thrashed in his arms as she felt the heat of his body lower over her backside, the flat head of his cock wedging between the lips of her dripping pussy.

  The Yarian hesitated, breathing just as heavily as she was…

  And then all hell broke loose.

  CHAPTER THREE

  A chill zipped down Fin’s spine as the terrified screams of female clients pierced the air accompanied by the sounds of the Vishik Guard announcing their presence.

  The planets law enforcement.

  The distinct pop of the cell door locks touched her ears as they opened around the establishment nearly in the same instant. That’s when the Yarian leapt off her, quickly scooping up his loincloth and cautiously peeking around the drapes before disappearing.

  Fin shot to her feet, legs wobbling for a moment as the fear from seconds prior morphed into complete and utter panic among the chaos.

  As quick as her body allowed, she parted the drapes and the scene before her was madness.

  Clients, sex slaves, and employees dashed through the room in every direction.

  Officers intercepted people left and right, slapping magnetic cuffs on the very few that didn’t fight back. Her frantic gaze pinged around the place trying to find Dana as she had no idea what cell her friend ended up in.

  When Fin stepped into the fray, darting around individuals and trying to avoid the officers, she caught a glimpse of blond curls bouncing from across the room.

  “Dana!” she shouted, “Dana, over here!”

  Her friend turned, quickly scanning the crowd until their eyes met.

  She waved an arm, a look of relief flooding her face.

  They began making their way to each other, but the crowd was too much.

  Someone’s shoulder knocked into Fin’s back, shoving her forward into an officer’s path. She stumbled, righting herself, but the officer already had his sights set on her.

  As soon as he grasped her wrist, raising the magnetic cuffs and stating her rights, a green fist shot out from above her and slammed into the officer’s face.

  She heard the sound of his jaw popping out of place upon impact.

  He gurgled a scream as it hung loosely in his cupped hands, nothing but his skin and tendons keeping it attached.

  A trembling hand swept up to cover her mouth as she gasped, horrified at the sight.

  That’s when arms spun her around, and then she was facing the Yarian once more.

  He didn’t waste time as he quickly lifted her and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of vegetables

  “Put me down!” she screamed at him, pushing herself upright to find Dana again. She was still across the crowd, yelling her name even though the deafening buzz of panic drowned out most of her voice.

  “Dana!” she outstretched a hand, knowing full well that wouldn’t help her current situation.

  Just then, Paola showed up beside Dana to tug on her arm, pulling her away. They exchanged words, her best friend pointing frantically in Fin’s direction but Paola brushed off whatever she said.

  Their eyes locked one last time before Paola succeeded in dragging Dana away, disappearing around a bend just as the Yarian began sprinting.

  Frustration coursed through her blood like acid.

  Fin bounced every time the alien’s feet hit the ground, his muscular shoulder digging into the flesh of her stomach and making it hard to breath with the pressure on her diaphragm.

  Her heart leapt into her throat as the sight of the crowd running
amuck vanished when he ducked into a hidden, dark corridor between two cells.

  “I said put me down!” she shrieked, pounding a fist on his back and kicking her legs. If she was difficult enough, he would have no choice but to set her down.

  That was some sound thinking.

  When kicking and pounding didn’t work, she bit into the flesh of his back.

  Immediately the alien swatted her ass.

  With how thin the fabric of her dress was, and without any of the extra protection underwear may have provided, the swat was hard enough to sting.

  “Don’t hit me!” she pounded a fist on his back for emphasis.

  Finley focused on breathing short inhalations in between his footfalls and exhaling on impact, else there was no way she was going to avoid hyperventilating.

  It was so dark she couldn’t see where they were or where he was headed.

  A tremor started in her hands as the gravity of the situation began to sink in.

  Finley was on Vishik, at an illegal establishment that pandered to the depraved, and had just been raided.

  As much as she tried to soothe herself that she had nothing to worry about, it was a lie.

  A delusional, awful, big, fat lie.

  She could no longer say she would never partake in something so horrific, because she had. Paola may have paid for the services, which made her stomach sour even further, but she picked the Yarian.

  No matter what flawed reasoning led to that decision, she’d still done it.

  To make matters worse, she let the alien touch her. Not just touch her, but finger fuck her!

  Fin suppressed the wicked shudder that threatened to shake her body, and squeezed her eyes shut momentarily, because the thought of it being the best sexual experience she’d had in her entire life was just wrong.

  And sad. Very, very sad.

  If Fin could find a male of her own species, a normal human guy, to make her feel like the Yarian did with just his fingers, she’d partner him in a heartbeat. Despite how shallow that sounded, Fin knew it was true.

  The ugly truth that the Yarian had nearly raped her didn’t escape notice. If the Vishik Guard hadn’t shown up when they did, Fin wasn’t sure what state she’d be in at that moment.