Reign

by Elizabeth Kelly

  “Thank you for taking me to the party. I had a lovely time.”

  “You are welcome, little human.” Quill sat down on the couch and patted his lap. “Straddle me.”

  “Right.” For some reason, I thought maybe we would talk some more, but that was stupid. Quill wasn’t interested in talking.

  I straddled his knees a bit gingerly. Despite his talk about how thin I was, I still worried that I would be too heavy. Plus, I didn’t want to get too close to his dick. Feeling how hard he was for me did weird things to my insides. My plan backfired when Quill immediately pulled me forward until my crotch was snug against his and my stomach rested against his flat abdomen.

  “Better,” he said. “Lift your arms, human.”

  I tried to tell myself the butterflies in my stomach were from nerves and not lust as I lifted my arms and Quill pulled my shirt over my head. But the look of desire on Quill’s face when he stared at my tits sent an answering call through my entire body. I twitched when instead of removing my bra, Quill cupped the back of my neck and kissed me. I returned his kisses, moaning with delight when he nipped my upper lip before sucking on it. I was growing as addicted to his kisses as I was to his damn gallberry juice. One big hand splayed across my lower back, rubbing the soft skin as I kissed him with a frantic kind of need that should have been embarrassing but wasn’t.

  When his hand moved to the back of my bra and unhooked it, I helped him pull the straps down my arms. He tossed my bra on the floor and immediately cupped both my breasts.

  “Oh,” I whispered when he rubbed his thumbs across my nipples. They hardened under his touch and he pulled on them until they were dark red and aching.

  “Quill, please.” I arched my back. I needed something, what, I didn’t know exactly, and I rubbed my pussy against his dick as he bent his dark head. He kissed my collarbone and traced it with his tongue before pressing kisses against the top of my breasts.

  “Lower,” I begged.

  He grinned up at me and I threaded my hands in his thick hair and tried to push his mouth toward my nipple. When he only licked around my nipple before kissing between my breasts, I made a whine of disappointment.

  “Shh, sadora,” he said in his deep voice. “I will give you what you need in a moment.”

  “No, now,” I demanded.

  He laughed and threaded one hand through my dark hair, tugging on it until my head was back and my throat exposed. He kissed the column of my throat, licking and sucking at my skin as I rubbed my pelvis frantically against his.

  “Such a bossy little human,” he whispered into my ear.

  I froze. Quill liked submissive women.

  “What is wrong?” He asked immediately. “Have I hurt you?”

  “No, of course not,” I said. “I – you like submissive women, not bossy ones.”

  He studied me for a moment before pressing a kiss against my jawline. “I like you just the way you are. Do not pretend to be something you are not.”

  “A-are you sure? Oh God that feels good!”

  Quill was pinching and pulling at my nipple again and his low laughter sent warmth to my belly.

  “I am sure, sadora.”

  “Then give me what I want.” I pushed his head down.

  He laughed again, and I couldn’t stop my loud cry of pleasure when his hot mouth closed around my nipple. He sucked hard before tugging on it with his teeth and it sent an arrow of pleasure straight to my pussy.

  I wondered if a woman could come just from having her nipples sucked on as Quill cupped both my breasts together. I arched repeatedly, holding onto his thick arms for balance as he licked and sucked at my aching nipples.

  “Do you like this, sadora?” He murmured.

  “Yes!” I cried. “Yes, Quill! I need more!”

  He immediately pushed me onto my back on the couch. His hard body was wedged beside me with one thick thigh between my legs. I squeezed his thigh with my legs as he kissed me deeply. One hand threaded through my hair, holding me still for his kisses as his other hand played with my breasts, toying and pulling on the nipples. I moaned and gasped and pleaded as I rubbed my crotch against the hard length of his thigh. When his hand slipped under my pants and into my panties, I froze like a frightened deer.

  “It is all right,” he whispered against my mouth. “I am only going to make you feel good. I promise.”

  “Quill, I – I don’t want to have sex.” I waited for his anger, waited for him to call me a tease or a slut but he just nodded.

  “I know. I am only going to touch your sweet pussy with my hand. If you do not like it, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He nuzzled my throat before sucking on my earlobe. “I will not hurt you, my sadora. I promise.”

  He smiled at me and I put my arms around him when he kissed me again. His warm tongue stroked against mine. He tasted like the gallberry juice he’d been drinking, and I sucked at his tongue as my fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt. For a moment, I wished he was naked, wished I could feel his warm skin directly against mine. The thought was lost at the first touch of his fingers against my swollen clit.

  I jerked in his arms and cried out. He stopped rubbing my clit and pressed a soft kiss against my mouth. “Should I stop, sadora?”

  “Fuck, no!” I sounded like a spoiled little brat and I winced. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”

  He laughed and licked my bottom lip as his fingertips circled my clit with a gentle motion that made me arch into his hand.

  “Oh please,” I begged.

  “Do you want more?”

  “I do,” I panted. “I really, really do.”

  He rubbed firmly. How did he know how to touch me in the exact way I liked? Already I was on the verge of my climax.

  “You are so wet for me,” he whispered into my ear.

  I blushed, and he kissed me. “It pleases me, sadora.”

  “Quill, I’m close,” I gasped out.

  “I know.”

  I screamed in pure pleasure when he pinched my clit. It sent me flying over the edge and I climaxed with an intensity I’d never felt before. My pussy clenched uselessly around nothing and I dug my nails into Quill’s back as he rubbed lightly at my clit and kissed my throat. I was shaking and twitching uncontrollably, and I pulled on Quill’s wrist when he rubbed my pussy again.

  “Enough, please,” I gasped. “Too – too sensitive.”

  He slipped his hand out of my pants. His fingers were dripping, and I had enough sense to be embarrassed when he wiped them on his shirt. He caught the look on my face and said, “It pleases me, sadora. Remember?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  He stroked my round tummy and pressed kisses against my upper chest as I slowly came down from the high of my orgasm. When my legs finally stopped trembling, he smiled at me.

  “Do you feel all right, sadora?”

  “Better than all right.”

  “I should go.” He kissed my collarbone. “Thank you for letting me make you come, Sabrina.”

  “Um, you’re welcome?” I could feel my cheeks turning red. “Thank you for, uh, making me come.”

  “It was my pleasure.” He grimaced as he shifted on the couch and just like that, I could feel his erection against my hip.

  “Quill, wait,” I said before he could push into a sitting position.

  “What is it?”

  “What about you?” I glanced at his crotch. “You – you didn’t get to come.”

  “I will take care of it when I return to my quarters.”

  “I – I could help.”

  Holy shit. Why the hell did I say that?

  He hesitated, and I swear I felt his cock grow harder against my hip. “That is probably not a good idea, little human.”

  “I want to,” I said. “I, um, I don’t want to have sex, but I could give you a hand job.”

  He continued to hesitate.

 
“I want to,” I repeated before reaching for the button on his pants.

  He didn’t stop me as I unbuttoned his pants. In fact, it was him who pulled the front of his pants down and tugged his cock out. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at it. The shaft was the same light green as the rest of his body, but the head was a slightly darker green.

  He was gripping the base and I reached out before hesitating. He groaned under his breath and I gave him a nervous look.

  “I’ve never done this before. I’m sorry.”

  “Watch,” he said.

  I watched as he rubbed his dick with hard and firm strokes. He stopped at the head and circled his fingers across the top of it before rubbing the shaft again. He moaned when I put my hand over his, and immediately dropped his hand. My heart thudding in my chest, I wrapped my hand around him. He was long and thick, and I bit at my bottom lip as I rubbed and squeezed gently.

  “Harder,” he gasped out.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered.

  “Krono! You will not! Please, sadora.”

  The pleading in his voice sent new lust through me and I tightened my grip and pumped him with firm strokes. His dick was steel hard, but the skin was velvety soft. He thrust into my hand, making low raspy moans that made my pussy throb. I watched in fascination as a drop of light green pre-come appeared at the head of his dick.

  I swiped my thumb through it and without stopping to think, licked it off my thumb. It was slightly sweet with the lingering taste of gallberries. I licked my thumb again. Christ, I was in real trouble if Quill’s come tasted like gallberries.

  “Fuck, sadora!” He almost snarled as he watched me lick my thumb. He grabbed my hand and returned it to his dick.

  “Rub!” He had a feral look of need on his face and I rubbed hard, circling the head with my fingers and ignoring my urge to lick away the fresh pre-come that was spilling out. His hips were thrusting wildly now, and he cupped my naked breast, pulling at my nipple as his body stilled against mine.

  He shouted harshly, and his back arched as his cock swelled in my hand. Startled by his reaction, I tried to let go of his cock. He groaned, and his big hand covered mine. He moved his hand up and down, forcing my hand back and forth over his cock as his come splattered on my stomach. When his cock started to soften in my hand, he released me and studied the light green liquid on my stomach. Without speaking, he rubbed it into my soft skin, smearing it upwards and coating my breasts as well.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  He didn’t answer, just finished spreading as much of his seed over my soft skin as he could. When he was finished, he relaxed against the couch and nuzzled my neck.

  “I’m all sticky now.” I wanted to sound indignant, but I mostly just sounded confused.

  He laughed. “It will dry, sadora.”

  “Why did you do that?”

  He shrugged before pressing a kiss against my collarbone. “It is late. I should go.”

  “I – we can talk a while longer.” It was silly, but I didn’t want him to leave me. I shook my head at my own stupidity. I wanted an alien, one who wasn’t my mate and never would be, to cuddle with me and tell me stuff about his life. I’d been drinking too much gallberry juice.

  “I cannot,” he said.

  “Yeah, I know,” I said. “Sorry, that was stupid of me to ask you to stay. Talking isn’t exactly what you aliens are interested in when it comes to human females.”

  I was afraid I would sound bitter and was thankful when I sounded more resigned. I wasn’t bitter. I knew exactly what Quill wanted from me, and there was no point in wishing for more.

  He studied me for a moment before rubbing his thumb across my cheekbone. “I would enjoy learning more about you, little human, and that is the truth. But, I cannot stay because if I do, I will try to fuck you.”

  Liquid lightning zipped through my veins. “Oh.”

  He kissed my throat before sitting me up. I reached for my shirt and he shook his head. “No, let me see those magnificent breasts until I walk out the door.”

  I blushed and fought the urge to cover my tits as he gave them an appreciative look. I didn’t think they were all that magnificent and they weren’t nearly as perky as I would have liked, but there was no denying the lust in Quill’s face when he brushed his thumb over one nipple. It hardened, and he smiled with satisfaction before tucking his cock back into his pants. We stood and he did up his pants before taking my hand. I walked with him to the door and he kissed me thoroughly as he cupped my right breast and teased my nipple.

  “Do not bathe before you go to bed tonight, Sabrina,” he murmured against my lips.

  “Why not?”

  “I like knowing you are covered in my seed while you sleep.”

  Was it weird that I was immediately turned on?

  Yeah, it was weird, I decided.

  “Do you promise not to bathe?” He nipped my neck and I shivered in delight.

  “I promise,” I whispered.

  “Good girl, sadora.” He kissed me again and opened the door.

  “Quill? What does sadora mean?”

  He looked away. “It is just another Draax word for human. Goodnight, Sabrina.”

  “Good night, Quill.”

  Chapter Eight

  Quillan

  I knocked on the door of the human’s quarters and waited with barely concealed impatience for her to open it. I’d spent most of the morning with Roden reviewing the soil samples he had created. Three of them had tiny plants sprouting out of them – Roden said they were a food the humans called potatoes – and the head gardener was both excited and proud of his experiments.

  The afternoon was spent with Galan, watching and reviewing the newest batch of recruits who had joined the King’s guard as they went through their training practices. I didn’t technically need to be there, but I missed my old duties. Watching the new ones train and giving them advice was a reprieve I sorely needed. One that Galan understood and granted me.

  I meant to have dinner with the little human, but Teo invited me to join him in his quarters and I could think of no reason to say no. He didn’t like that I was spending time with Sabrina, and while I understood why he believed I should avoid her, I couldn’t. I wanted – no, needed – to fix my mistake with her.

  Is that all it is? You act almost as though she is your mate. You have never denied Galan the chance to fuck a woman with you. Why is it different with this human?

  The door opened, and I smiled at Sabrina.

  “Good evening, little human.”

  She was wearing those delightful tight, stretchy pants again and a thin shirt. Her dark hair was braided and hung down to the middle of her back. I had a sudden urge to unbraid it and run my fingers through all that silky softness.

  “Hello, my King.” She curtseyed clumsily and then wrinkled her nose at me when I grinned. “I didn’t exactly need to learn to curtsey on earth.”

  I stepped into her quarters and resisted my desire to kiss her. “What did you do today?”

  “Nothing,” she replied. “Well, I made some more origami animals from the paper Teo gave me.” She pointed to the new row of paper creatures sitting on the table. She followed me to the table and watched as I picked one up.

  “What is this one?”

  “It’s an elephant,” she said.

  “May I have it?”

  She nodded, and I pocketed it to join the other two sitting on my bedside table. “Did you eat today?”

  “Yes. Faro brought me my meals, but he didn’t stay or anything. I’ve been alone all day.”

  I flinched but truthfully the little human didn’t sound accusatory or angry. Still, I said, “I am sorry, human. I was very busy today.”

  She gave me a look of surprise. “I know. You don’t need to apologize to me. You’re the king, Quill. I can only imagine the responsibilities you have. I understand that you can’t spend time with me every day. I was just...”

  She tr
ailed off and cupped her elbows before turning away.

  “You just what?”

  “I miss my sister a lot today.” Her voice was shaky, and I immediately rushed forward and turned her around before slipping my arms around her waist. She wasn’t crying, but her face was drawn and her eyes were watering.

  “As soon as the storm ends, you can hologram chat with your sister.” I wiped away the tear that was sliding down her cheek with my thumb. “I promise.”

  “Thank you. I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “I shouldn’t be talking about this with you. It’s not your problem that I miss my sister.”

  I frowned. “I do not mind.”

  She smiled a little. “Sure, you don’t. Anyway, I know you’re busy, but do you think you could take your temporary pet for a quick walk?”

  “You are not a pet,” I said more harshly than I intended.

  She flinched, and I rubbed her back immediately. “I am sorry.”

  “No, I am.” She rubbed at her forehead. “I’m being a jerk for no reason.”

  “Come, I have a surprise for you,” I said.

  “You do?” Her face lit up and I couldn’t resist pressing a kiss against her mouth.

  “I do.” I took her hand and led her out of her quarters and down the hallway. It was late and there were no other males around, but I wound my tail around her waist anyway. She didn’t object and I pulled her closer, so that her hip brushed against me with every step. I led her to the west side of the palace. We walked by my private quarters and for a moment, I was tempted to open the door and lead her inside. Now that I was close to her, now that my tail was hooked around her waist and she appeared in every way to belong to me, I wanted to take her to my bed and bury my cock deep inside of her.

  I shook off my temptation and kept a steady pace past the door. She didn’t want me to fuck her. She needed more assurance that I wouldn’t hurt her again, and that I wanted only to please her. Tonight, I would do just that.

  “I’ve never been in this section before, have I?” She said.