Reign

by Elizabeth Kelly

  I sunk down in the tub until just my head was sticking out of the water and stared at the ceiling. Okay, something had obviously gone terribly wrong. I didn’t need a working translator to know that. For one, I was in a giant house that reminded me of a damn palace rather than a farmhouse. For another, there was no sign of the little girl I was supposed to be nannying.

  It’s late, my inner voice said. She’s probably in bed.

  “Oh yeah, maybe,” I said in a loud and decidedly hysterical voice. “That’s a perfectly reasonable explanation. Of course, it doesn’t explain why the biggest fucking Draax male I’ve ever seen, manhandled me in front of three other Draax. What was that about, huh?”

  My inner voice remained silent and I groaned and slapped my hand against my forehead. Fuck. I knew exactly what had happened, and just because I didn’t want to say it out loud didn’t mean it wasn’t true.

  I took a deep breath and said, “There was a mix up. That stupid woman injected me with the wrong goddamn microchip. They scanned it at the ship and it said I was Evelyn. He thinks I’m Evelyn and he thinks I’m going to breed with him. Fuck me sideways.”

  If you’re not careful, he probably will, my inner voice said cheerfully.

  I groaned again. Okay, I needed to think about how I was going to fix this. The translator wasn’t working and probably wouldn’t work until tomorrow. I might be naïve to sex, but I was pretty certain that the big green guy with the incredibly gorgeous silver eyes, who had touched me like I belonged to him, was planning on trying to have sex with me tonight. I needed to figure out how to tell him it was a case of mistaken identity before that happened.

  Why?

  Why? Because I wasn’t Evelyn! Because I wasn’t compatible for breeding! Because the guy’s dick had felt about twelve inches long when he rubbed it against me and I’d never had a normal size dick anywhere near my hoo-hah, let alone a monster dick.

  If I didn’t want to be dicked to death, I needed to figure out how to communicate with the big guy and quick.

  “Maybe I could draw him a picture,” I said before laughing.

  Draw him a picture of what? A dick with a big X across it? I had a feeling that wouldn’t be enough to deter him. For the first time in my life, it was very clear that a man wanted me, and I had no idea how to tell him I didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

  Uh, except you kind of do. Or have you forgotten the way you tried to hump him in front of his friends. You certainly weren’t trying to stop him when he kissed you, when he grabbed your ass and your tits.

  “Shut up!” I muttered. “It took me by surprise, that’s all.”

  Bullshit. You wanted him. You were so wet for him from one little kiss that you were practically swimming in your panties.

  I ignored my inner voice. Just because his touch had turned me on a little didn’t mean I needed to give up my v-card to him. I sat up and studied the tiled wall beside the tub. There was a panel in the wall with three green buttons and I studied it before pushing the closest one experimentally. A stream of sweet-smelling soap shot out of a hole beneath the button. I pushed the button again, holding the facecloth that was draped over the side of the tub to catch the soap before quickly washing my body. When I rubbed the cloth between my legs, the dull ache between my legs intensified and I hesitated before dropping the cloth. I rinsed the soap away before touching my clit. It was swollen and protruding from between my pussy lips and I felt a moment of embarrassment before I rubbed it briskly. The guy turned me on, so what? He was a good kisser and any woman would get a little turned on when a guy looked at her like he looked at me.

  It felt a little awkward to be masturbating, but I needed to do something. Maybe if I took the edge off, I wouldn’t be so tempted to just let the alien take me to his bed. I closed my eyes and thought about how it had felt when the Draax had kissed me. The way he tugged on my bottom lip, the feel of his mouth sucking on my tongue.

  I moaned softly, my hips arching up as I grew closer and closer. I wasn’t going to last very long. In fact, I was about three seconds away from coming when there was a knock on the door and it opened.

  I screamed and scrambled into a sitting position, throwing my arms over my naked tits as the very alien I was masturbating over grinned at me. He started to step into the room and I shook my head vigorously and shouted, “No! No, I need privacy! Go on! Shoo, big alien! Shoo!”

  I waved my arm at him, keeping the other one clamped across my breasts as he scowled. He took another step into the room and I glared at him and increased my waving. “No! Go on! I’ll be right out!”

  I sighed with relief when he retreated and shut the door. The minute it was shut, I jumped out of the tub and snatched the towel from the hook on the wall. I dried my body hurriedly as I wrapped my hair in a smaller towel, turban-style. My trunk of clothing and personal items was in the bedroom and there wasn’t a robe in the bathroom. I wrapped the bath towel around my ample body and tucked the edge in securely. Unfortunately, the Draax seemed to have smaller than average towels. While it fit around my chub, it barely covered my ass and crotch and I would have to walk very carefully to the bedroom. I opened the bathroom door and peeked out. The alien was standing by the table in the small kitchen, and I barely noticed the platter of food that was on the table. My attention was taken by the smoldering look on his face as he stared at my cleavage before studying my bare legs. My pussy ached pleasantly, and I could practically feel my nipples standing to attention.

  “Oh no,” I said under my breath. “Nope, this is not a good idea.”

  I held my hand up. “Stay there, please. I’ll be right back.”

  I walked carefully toward the bedroom, holding my hand over my barely-covered ass to keep the towel from rising. I had gone half a dozen steps when his long and surprisingly strong tail was wrapping around my waist and dragging me back.

  “Wait! I’m not who you think I am!” I held desperately to the hem of the towel as he lifted me in his arms. Instead of carrying me to the bedroom, he brought me back to the table. Jesus, was that disappointment I was feeling? I didn’t actually want him to carry me off to the bedroom like some barbarian and have his dirty way with me. Did I?

  Yes, please.

  You’re not helping! I snapped at my inner voice.

  My disappointment disappeared when the big alien sat down and plopped me onto his lap like I was a little kid. The towel had hiked up and even though the front of my crotch was still covered, my bare ass and the bottom of my pussy were resting directly on his lap. I blushed and tried to stand. He held me tightly and kissed my bare shoulder, smiling when it brought goose bumps skittering to life on my skin, before tugging the towel away from my hair. He combed his fingers through my long locks, and I tried not to wince when he brushed against the spot where the useless translator was embedded.

  He frowned and parted my hair to stare at the spot before tipping my head up and studying the base of my neck. I had a small scab at the injection site and he kissed it tenderly before smiling at me.

  I pulled at the hem of my towel before trying to tighten it around my chest. “Um, do you think I could get dressed? Or maybe sit in that chair over there?”

  I tried to slide off his lap and his smile turned into a frown. He held me on his lap with one hard hand on my hip as he stared at the spot on my throat again. Without speaking, he reached across the table and picked up a glass. It was filled to the brim with pink liquid and I took it with shaking hands when he handed it to me.

  It was gallberry juice, I could tell from the colour and the smell. I gave him a hesitant look. Gallberry juice was like pure gold on earth and I had never tasted it before. It felt like a waste to have an entire glass for small sore spots on my head and throat.

  “Um, I don’t need this.” I tried to set the glass down.

  He scowled again and pushed the glass toward me before making a drinking motion. I licked my lips and sipped cautiously at the liquid. It was delicious, sweet and thick, and reminded me a
little of strawberries. I drank it more eagerly as he made a soft sound of approval. I drank over half of it before stopping to take a breath.

  “Oh my God, that’s so good.” My head and throat no longer hurt and the weariness that had lingered in my body was completely gone. I felt like I could run a damn marathon.

  “I feel so much better,” I said as I stared at the glass. I set it down before I was tempted to drink more. That shit could get addictive real quick. The alien frowned and handed the glass to me. I shrugged and finished it off. Who was I to argue if he wanted to share his magic healing juice.

  “So, uh, my name is Sabrina.” I touched my chest. “Not Evelyn. Sabrina. There’s been a mix up and I’m not who you think I am. I’m Sabrina.” I touched my chest again.

  The alien stared at me before touching my chest. “Sabrina.”

  God, his low and gravelly voice saying my name did things to my insides. I ignored the quaking and nodded. “That’s right. I’m Sabrina.”

  We were making progress. The alien would know what his new breeding female’s name was, so now he knew I wasn’t her. “There’s been a mistake. I’m Sabrina Green.” I shook my head. “Not Evelyn.”

  “Sabrina Green,” he said again before touching his own chest. “Quill.”

  “Quill,” I repeated. “That’s, um, a cool name, but maybe you want to find your friends and tell them I’m not Evelyn. Explain the mix up?”

  He ignored me and reached for the platter of food. He held out what looked like beef and I tried to take it from his fingers. He shook his head and I leaned back when he tried to feed me. “I can feed myself.”

  He made a growling noise and held the food out of reach when I tried to take it from him. I glared at him and reached for the platter of food on the table. He put one big arm around me, pinning my arms to my sides with ease and I sighed in frustration.

  “I really would prefer to feed myself.”

  He just held out the food and I rolled my eyes before opening my mouth. He placed it on my tongue and I waited until he withdrew his fingers before closing my mouth. I chewed tentatively at the food. It was very tasty, spicy with a hint of pepper, and I didn’t object when he fed me more. I was suddenly, ravenously hungry and I tried everything he gave me off the platter with enthusiasm.

  I ate way more than I normally would, but I hadn’t eaten all day and I was starving. Still, when I finally stopped eating and shook my head, he gave me an irritated look and tried to feed me one more piece of a sweet and juicy yellow food that reminded me of watermelon.

  “No, I’m full,” I said. “But thank you.”

  He stared at his fingers. They were sticky with juice and I pressed my lips together when he touched the pads of his fingers against them. It was obvious what he wanted, and I shook my head when he poked at my mouth. He arched his eyebrow at me and waited patiently.

  After a few minutes, I gave in and opened my mouth. He slipped his first two fingers into my mouth and I licked them clean as he watched. When they were clean, I tried to move my head back and he shook his head and cupped the back of my skull. He said something that I didn’t understand, but I had no trouble interpreting the hot look of need in his eyes. It set off a pang of pure desire in my belly and I shifted on his lap before sucking on his fingers.

  He made a low sound of approval and watched as I sucked hard on his fingers. I’d never done anything remotely like this before. My sexual experience was limited to a few over-the-shirt grope sessions with a boy in high school, and time alone in my bedroom getting myself off, but the way his cock was hardening under my ass made me suck enthusiastically.

  I moaned a little in disappointment when he pulled his fingers free of my mouth, but he threaded his hand in my hair and pulled my head back so he could kiss me. I sucked at his tongue when he pushed it between my lips, and his hand tightened in my hair before he reached down and untucked my towel.

  I grabbed at it as it fell to my lap, but he pushed my flailing hands aside and cupped my breast before squeezing lightly. I could feel the power in his hand, but I didn’t feel any fear that he would hurt me. He pulled his mouth away and stared down at my breasts. His silver eyes were darkening, turning an equally appealing slate grey, and I caught my breath when his thumb swept over my nipple. It hardened immediately, and he made another sound of approval before capturing it between his thumb and finger and pulling.

  I moaned, and he paused, studying my face before pinching my nipple. I gasped with a combination of pleasure and pain and he smiled, revealing his straight white teeth, before kissing me again. His hand continued to caress and squeeze both my breasts and I was helpless to stop from arching my back.

  I was so turned on I couldn’t think straight, and I had forgotten all the reasons for why I shouldn’t let the alien fuck me. In fact, I thought a little hysterically as his hand unfolded the towel from around my waist to expose my pussy, I might go a little crazy if I didn’t find some relief. I had never felt this type of pulsing, all-encompassing need before and it didn’t seem to matter that I barely knew him. He wanted me, and God help me, I wanted him too.

  His big warm hand pushed at my thighs and I widened them eagerly so he could cup my pussy. He made a noise of surprise and I flushed bright red when he pulled his hand from between my thighs and stared at his fingers. They were soaked with moisture, an embarrassing amount actually, and I tried to yank the towel around me as he studied his fingers.

  “Oh God, this is embarrassing,” I muttered. I could feel my damn juices dripping down my thighs and when he set me on my feet and stood, there was a giant wet spot on his pants.

  “Oh no,” I moaned as my face turned bright red. The guy hadn’t even touched my pussy and I had ruined his damn pants. “I’m so sorry. I – oh my gosh!”

  The big alien had pulled my towel away then lifted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. He caressed my ass with his big hand before dipping his fingers between my thighs.

  “Oh! Ohhh!” I moaned as his fingers brushed across my clit. He carried me into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed. He stripped off his shirt and pants and I stared at his dick. My mouth dropped open, and he grinned when I shook my head and started to squirm off the bed.

  “Nope,” I said. “Uh uh – no way. This has been fun but there is no way in hell I’m putting that monster in me.”

  I squealed when his big hands grabbed my ankles and he dragged me back onto the bed and pulled my legs apart. He studied my dripping wet pussy and I blushed when a smug grin crossed his features before he knelt between my thighs.

  Despite my protests, excitement coursed through me when he rested the head of his cock against my entrance. Jesus, was I really going to do this?

  Why not? You can’t get pregnant with an alien baby and you don’t want to be a virgin anymore, remember? Tomorrow when the translator kicks in, you can explain the mix up and they can find out where Evelyn is and bring her here. You don’t have to mention that you fucked her guy and besides, she won’t care. It’s not like she’s in love with him.

  My inner voice was oddly persuasive, and I didn’t object when Quill pushed my thighs apart even wider to fit his large body more snugly between them. Instead I said, “Um, so this is my first time. Maybe we could take it slow?”

  He cocked his head before leaning down and kissing me. I moaned and returned his kiss as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my pussy. It brushed against my clit and I gasped with pleasure. “Please, Quill! Please do that again!”

  I tried not to moan in disappointment when instead, he guided his cock back to my entrance. I squeezed his arms and smiled at him. “Slow, okay?”

  He said something in his deep voice and shoved his cock in with one hard thrust. Pain lanced through my lower body and I screamed. He froze, and his eyes widened in horror. He stared down at me and I whimpered when he abruptly pulled out. He stared at his cock, at the streak of red that covered it before he made a low guttural sound and jumped off the bed.


  He ran his hands through his short black hair as his tail swished in agitation. He paced back and forth before stopping and staring at me. I was nearly crying with embarrassment and I yanked the blanket over me to hide my nakedness. My lower body was throbbing with pain and I was utterly humiliated, but the look of shame on his face made me reach out tentatively for him.

  “Quill?” I whispered. “Quill, I – I’m sorry?”

  He pulled away from my touch and I watched in silence as he quickly dressed. Without looking at me, he stormed out of the bedroom. I heard the door to the apartment slam shut and I burst into tears and curled up on the bed. Fuck, I had messed up so badly. I was on an alien planet with no way to contact another human for help and I couldn’t even leave. Not with the storm that was raging. I would die within the hour in weather like that.

  Maybe he’ll kill you. Did you ever think of that? Maybe you should take your chances with the storm.

  Fear mixed with the pain in my belly and I stared at the ceiling. Quill wouldn’t kill me, would he? I really had no idea and I swallowed down my sobs of fear. Without the translator working, I couldn’t even beg for my life. Oh God, I was in so much trouble.

  Chapter Four

  Quillan

  Old Teo nearly fell out of his chair when I stormed into his quarters. He dropped the mug of gallberry tea he was drinking and stared wide-eyed at me. “Quill? What is wrong?”

  “She is a virgin!” I shouted as I stormed back and forth in front of him. “She is innocent! You swore to me she was not, Teo!”

  “I – she was not – is not,” Teo stammered. “My King, I can assure you that your new mate is not an innocent.”

  For a moment, I was tempted to drop my pants and show Teo the evidence of her virginity that was drying on my cock. I controlled the urge and said, “I can assure you, Teo, that she is a virgin. Or rather – was.”