Savior (The Inteli)

by Hazel Gower

  “Come. Eat. You are hungry.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her to sit on the closest table. “Sit. I will get you food. Do not tell my brother we made you wait even a minute. He will have our heads.”

  Heather sat beside her and whispered, “My God. He’s only joking, do you think?”

  Opal shrugged. She had no idea. She didn’t know the man well. Although, the Inteli she’d been with didn’t seem like he would kill his own brother. “He’s been a sweetie to me. Um… besides not telling me I’m to become a baby-making machine.”

  Opal heard the machine make the three beeping noises, and a new smell came at her, the smell of cinnamon, apples, fresh bread, and oranges. Wizbe held in his palms two plates filled of the same bright food. He set one in front of Heather and the other in front of her. Purple, orange, and blue squashed sludge food was before her.

  “Eat. You must eat. I heard your body demand it.”

  Opal touched her cheeks as she felt the heat flare. “What is it? Ah, I mean can we eat it? I’m human and…” She trailed off as Wizbe cocked his head to the side, his eyes traveling up and down her body.

  “This is what we fed our young when we had them long ago.” His chest puffed out. “I’m one of the youngest that survived, and my sisters are younger still. Our mother had one of the last children before she died.” He glanced down at the plate, then at her hands, and his brows furrowed. “Do you need me to feed you? You cannot use your hands to eat?” He reached for her hand with his tail hand and rubbed them. “They’re so soft. How do you do anything without cutting them?”

  She tried to snatch her hand back, but he held it tight. “They’re tougher than they look.”

  Opal looked to Heather for help, but she was surrounded by a colorful rainbow of Inteli all fighting for her attention and touching her exposed skin. Heather didn’t look too annoyed.

  Opal turned back to Wizbe to see him studying her. He ran his tail hand up and down her arm. Opal started to feel very uncomfortable. Deciding to ignore it, she picked up some of the sloppy food with her fingers and slowly placed it into her mouth. Flavors exploded onto her senses, rich creamy cheese, mixed with mangos and oranges. She moaned as she shoved more into her mouth. Picking up another color, she licked her fingers to find this one sweet, honey, strawberries, passion fruit, and pasta. Scooping up more, she ate all the food groaning and moaning at the delight of each mouthful.

  It wasn’t until she felt more hands on her bare skin that she glanced over and noticed Heather hitting and fighting off Inteli hands. Opal started to fight herself and noticed that as she looked at Wizbe he seemed to have a glazed over look of wonder on him. Heather screamed and managed to get up and into a fighting position. Opal fought her way out of the hard-plated bodies and hands. She kicked an Inteli, and he backed up tripping. She stood in a fighting stance only to hear seconds later the scariest sound in all her life. It was a roar mixed with a shout and a cry.

  One minute she was surrounded by Inteli, and the next they were on the floor bowing and giving up their life. Wrapping her hands around the fabric that had been ripped, she covered her body and looked up into thunderstorm-filled purple eyes.

  Danickra’s hands were around the throat of the Inteli she had kicked. He studied her, and his gaze rested on her hands clutching the fabric together. Danickra removed one of his hands from the Inteli’s throat and pointed behind her. “Wizbe, the only reason you will not die is because you are my brother. You will be punished.” Without even tearing his eyes from hers she heard him snap the Inteli’s neck and throw him at the wall. Danickra picked up another, and she watched horrified as he did the same. Looking around she saw Heather’s pink Inteli throw her over his shoulder and leave.

  Opal studied the scene around the room to see all the men on their knees like they were waiting to be killed. Danickra picked up another Inteli, and before he could snap his neck she yelled, “Stop.”

  She wove herself around the men until she stood a step away from Danickra. She bit her tongue as her body become instantly alive. She grabbed the clawed hand he’d pointed at his brother and started up at him. “Why are you killing them? You’re not going to kill all the men in here, are you?”

  His eyes narrowed, and he snarled in a voice she could barely understand. “They touched you. I came in, and not one was protecting you. They deserve to die. They are weak.” He snapped the neck of the Inteli he held and threw him to join the others he’d killed.

  She grabbed his other hand before he could reach for another.

  “You will let me go, Youmnda. They deserve to die. They have no honor. I will not have them in my country, my kingdom.”

  Opal could feel her eyes widening at his words. Holy shit, he was a king, and by the looks of it ruthless. She could see in his eyes Danickra would kill every Inteli in the room, bar his brother, and have no problem with it. How could he kill this many of his men? Some of them hadn’t even touched her. She could feel tears slide down her cheeks.

  “You are leaking.” Danickra’s tail hand come up to her face and gently wiped her tears away. “I do not like this leaking.”

  A sob escaped her, and he shot death stares around the room. “It’s called crying. Did you not find information on it when you were looking into us?”

  “If it was not important, I didn’t look.”

  “It means I’m sad, upset, and unhappy.”

  He yanked his hands out of hers and with each hand picked up an Inteli. Plowing into his body, she beat on his hard chest. “Put them down. It’s you that have made me feel like this. You can’t kill all these men. Most did nothing.”

  “Exactly,” he growled.

  “I don’t think they meant to hurt me. They do not deserve to die. I think they were curious, that’s all. And they got out of hand.” She darted a glance at the two men. “Ask them.”

  He dropped them both. “Report.”

  Opal groaned and turned to the two Inteli. Danickra’s arms came around her waist, pushing her back against his body. She studied the two men as they knelt before her and Danickra. One was green with midnight black hair and orange eyes, the other yellow, with red hair and bright green eyes. They both were big and solid. The yellow spoke first.

  “They captivated us as soon as they walked in, especially the clan Queen.”

  She dug her own blunt nails into Danickra’s arms as she realized that she was Danickra’s Queen. Oh crap!

  ****

  Danickra had never been so furious in his life. He followed his bond to find his youmnda already in the food area. What he found when the door opened shocked him and scared him more than anything ever had. Opal had been fighting off his men’s hands as they touched her body. His vision had turned red, and his blood had boiled. How dare they touch his youmnda! A primal roar had left him, and they all knew who’d come upon them.

  He glared down at Jakanta, as he explained what happened.

  “She is the most enthralling, eye-catching beauty we have ever seen. Her stomach made a growling noise, and your brother went to get her food.”

  He stared at his brother and thought of the best punishment as the dead man kept talking.

  “Your brother commented on how soft and smooth her skin is, and then when the food reached her mouth she made these exquisite sounds. She enchanted us. We all just wanted to touch her and feel if she was soft as your brother said. We wanted to hear the noises better.”

  Opal sighed in his arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize my noises where what intrigued you and started it.”

  “You will never apologize. You did nothing wrong. The men on my ship should have more control.” Gritting his teeth, Danickra snarled, “I do not want men with me that cannot control themselves.” He let go of Opal and grabbed Jakanta.

  Opal’s scream of “No,” as she tried to protect his men, stopped him once more. She stared up at him with the water in her eyes leaking from her pleading eyes and her face in a frown, and his resolve crumbled.

  Danickra dr
opped Jakanta and looked around the room. “You are all in debt to my youmnda. I won’t kill you.”

  He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers lingering. “It is your choice how they get punished, my Opal.”

  She nodded. “Can I have some time?”

  He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She let out a squeak and wrapped her hands around his neck.

  “Yes. You can have all the time you need.” He kissed her lips and turned to leave yelling, “You are all confined to your quarters.”

  He left and walked to their rooms. He would cook something for her there. She would not be out of his room without him from now on. He wasn’t going to chance anything happening to his precious Opal.

  As soon as they walked into their room he grabbed her and plastered his mouth to hers. His hands ripped her clothes off.

  His tail-hand fingers dipped into her pussy gathering her already wet juices and using them to push slowly into her ass. She gave a squeal and pulled her mouth from his. He let a finger sink into her ass. He rested it for a moment feeling the tight rings clutch at him. Opal wiggled, and a moan slipped past her lips that were pressed tight together.

  “Relax, youmnda.”

  Opal‘s body relaxed into him, and he kissed her and trailed kisses down her neck as he pumped his finger in and out. As it got easer he added another finger. When his two fingers slid in and out with ease, Danickra lined his big cock up to her pussy and thrust in. Opal screamed, and her muscled clamped around him.

  Danickra pulled his fingers out and lined his smaller cock to her ass. Using his tail-hand to help, he slowly slid into her ass as he held his bigger dick in her pussy. Opal panted, her eyes wide as she clung to him.

  “Please, Danickra, do something.”

  Grinding his teeth as the two tight holes squeezed him he pulled out with both dicks and drove back in.

  “Yes,” Opal screamed.

  She pushed back against him trying to get more.

  Picking up his pace, he pistoned into her. His mind filled with a haze of lust like he’d never felt before. He became mindless, and Opal joined him. Her body become slick with a sheen of water, and she dug her blunt nails into his ass as he pumped into her.

  He couldn’t last any longer. He looked down at the look of bliss on Opal’s face, with her back arched and her breasts pointed towards him in offering and her eyes hooded. His head fell to her mouth, and he came on a groan, pumping her full. She pulled from his mouth and screamed. Her pussy and ass clamped around his dicks squeezing everything out of him until he was quivering to stay above Opal and not crush her.

  Rolling, he lay their exhausted bodies to the side. He was spent for the first time in his life. He turned to the little human who’d done the impossible and knew he’d never let her go or give her up. She was his treasure. She was his savior.

  Chapter Nine

  It was three weeks of non-stop sex as Danickra never talked. All he wanted to do was fuck. Opal was bored when Danickra wasn’t around to ravish her. The problem was that Danickra wouldn’t let her leave their room without him after the cafeteria incident. So to keep herself from going crazy, she’d practiced her karate and learned everything she could about the Inteli, and she was now mentally exhausted. She was also going slowly insane.

  Opal needed a job. She needed to get out of the room before she found a way to kill one yellow alien. Anytime she tried to bring up a job, he cut her off by kissing and touching her, which always led to sex, and for some reason she could never say no, or deny him. Danickra had some kind of power over her. When he touched her, or was close, her body came alive, and she craved his touch.

  It seemed the same for Heather, too, now that she’d been made Salamanda’s youmnda, which Opal had learnt meant, mate, wife, confidante, and their everything.

  Opal and Heather were having lunch together today, and Opal had a plan. With Heather’s help, they were escaping Danickra’s quarters.

  Opal borrowed some of Danickra’s pants and tied them up so they didn’t fall. If she was going to leave, she wasn’t wearing those flimsy shirts anymore.

  Heather stood by the door with a similar outfit on. They waited for the Inteli to bring their food.

  The panel slid open, and Heather attacked the Inteli from the side, and Opal came at the yellow Inteli’s front, smashing the food into his face. As he wondered what happened, she and Heather ran out to the hall. They knew Heather’s rooms were to their right, so together they went left and straight ahead, and at any crossroads kept going left.

  This time in the halls, they came across several Inteli. None would speak to her, or Heather. They all stared though. Opal studied every panel looking for one with the sign for everyone. They came to one, and Opal pressed it. It opened to the cafeteria that had got her and Heather put into isolation. Everything looked the same. The men even had the same reaction as before.

  Heather pulled her back. “Don’t. I don’t ever want to go in there again. I know you must feel the same, and I left to the sound of only one neck snapping, but you…” Heather shivered and shook her head unable to finish.

  Opal glanced at the corner where Danickra had thrown the dead Inteli. There was no sign that three Inteli had been killed thrown into a corner as if they weighed no more than a feather. She backed up and out of the door, but not before she saw one of the Inteli talk into a small device on his shirt.

  Straightening herself she marched to the yellow Inteli. “What did you just do?” She placed her hands on her hips and gave her best stern stare.

  He eyed her up and down. “You are not to be without Danickra on this ship.”

  “Who said this?” She knew Danickra had, but she wanted to hear it.

  The yellow Inteli looked anywhere but her. Her anger rose, and Opal started to feel her sanity leave her because if she had to go back to that room she would kill Danickra. Stomping her foot she screamed, “Tell me who said this now.”

  Another Inteli came up behind the first one. With a startled expression he stared at her and mumbled, “Danickra.”

  Clenching her fists, she glared at every man in the room. “After the last incident would any of you touch me?”

  She couldn’t help the sick laugh that escaped as they all said. “No,” and bowed their heads.

  The yellow Inteli in front of her took a deep breath and moved closer to her before he planted his feet an arm’s length away. “Half of those men were from my family. I apologize for them, clan Queen.” He raked his claws through his green hair. “They are not doing well. They haven’t left their quarters since they were dismissed. They are begging me to plead with Danickra for a different punishment as they are going crazy.”

  “Ha. I never thought I was cruel before, but…” Opal felt her lips curl up into a smile. “Tell them welcome to my world. I haven’t left Danickra’s room since the incident. I’ve cracked. I’m so sick of you aliens.” She prodded her finger into the Inteli’s hard chest. He stepped away from her, his eyes widening. “If I get put back in that room I will personally find some form of torture worse than what your family feels they are being put through.”

  “Oh shit, she really has cracked,” Opal heard Heather say.

  Opal felt Heather tug on her, and she shook her off, swinging around to look at as many men as she could. “You are going to stick up for me.” She turned back to the yellow Inteli. “What’s your name?”

  “Cavlar.”

  “Well, Cavlar, you’re going to back me up when I talk to Danickra, or I will teach you all something about human woman that will terrify you. You think my punishment on your family is bad, than you don’t know what crazy and torture is.”

  “See. I told you they are vicious, lethal things.”

  Opal turned to see Danickra and Salamanda.

  “I told Danickra you could take care of yourself, but he didn’t believe me. No one did. They all laughed at me.” Salamanda grinned and pulled Heather into his embrace.

  Danickra eyed h
er up and down, and a smile spread over his face. “I like you in my pants.” He stalked towards her, and she backed up.

  Opal put her hands up even though she knew that wouldn’t ward him off. “Stay away. Don’t get any closer. I mean it, Danickra. If you touch me and we have sex again, I’ll cut your dicks off.” She heard the gasps around the room. “I’m not going back to our quarters. Don’t think I won’t do it. ‘Cos I will get you when you least expect it.”

  Danickra paused. He glanced about the room, and she pressed on.

  “Cavlar has promised to be my protector when you’re not around to help apologize for his family. Right, Cavlar?” She grabbed Cavlar, who looked between her and Danickra then slowly nodded.

  “Yes, clan leader. I will protector our clan leader’s youmnda, our Queen, with my life.”

  Opal rolled her eyes. That was a bit much, but as she eyed Danickra she thought she could see him caving.

  “You are my third in command, Cavlar. One of my best fighters. Are you sure you are willing to give up your command post to follow my youmnda about and make sure she stays safe and out of trouble?”

  Ooooh, Danickra was just asking for her to lose it again. She watched as Cavlar’s eyes darted to her, and she made a cutting motion over her private parts then pointed to him. Cavlar’s eyes widened, and she gave an innocent smile to Danickra as Cavlar nodded.

  “Yes. I would be honored.”

  “Fine. If anything happens to her I will not only kill you, I will wipe out your whole family.”

  Cavlar nodded, and she shivered at the look he sent her. Danickra strolled to her and wrapped his arms around her on a sigh.

  “Why don’t you let Cavlar finish his meal and you can come to command if you would like? We will call Cavlar when you are ready to leave.”

  Moving out of Danickra’s arms, she pulled him to the door ready to leave before he changed his mind. “Sounds great. Let’s go.”

  ****

  Opal sat in the control room for an hour or so, just watching Danickra take charge and help lead everyone at their stations. The second hour she’d asked every question she could. Danickra had answered them telling her every detail. She understood about a quarter of what he said. At first she’d thought her translator was broken, but Heather understood and asked more questions.