by Sabrina Kade
“That’s what he told me!”
Once the laughter dies down, Ellis shifts on the bed. “Other than that, it’s not too much different than a guy’s dick, right?”
I tilt my head at Ellis. She’s tiny as hell, but she’s going to be okay. Honestly, Hujun might be too gentle with her if his lovemaking is similar to the way he looks at Ellis. But if things do progress and Ellis and Hujun are anything like Blythe and me, she’s going to become addicted to fucking a Sidyth like it’s the best drug in the entire galaxy.
“It’s not only me who’s curious,” Ellis continues.
“Layla?” I remember her obvious interest in the human looking Sidyth – Exer.
“Amongst others.” Ellis lowers her head. “I don’t think they want everyone to know.”
Blythe and I nod, and I try not to feel offended. It’s only natural the group is starting to divide. There’re girls like Blythe and me who are smitten with our mates, and girls like Ellis who are getting ready to try things out. Then there are others who are getting pleasure for the hell of it and have no idea what they’re messing with. These dudes want mates, and maybe there is some kind of pheromone problem rolling through the humid air. Having some science back up my attraction to Azan would certainly be helpful – rather than acting like some girl who’s head over heels in love simply because I’m a woman.
Speaking of Azan…
“I’m going to head out to the cave. Azan’s waiting for me there.”
“Aw, you’re leaving already?” Blythe eyes me curiously. She’s probably waiting for me to tell Ellis I’m pregnant too, but I’m in no rush.
Despite my not hating having girlfriends, there’s really only one person I want to be with right now.
My Chosen. My love. My mate.
***
As soon as Glykoran nods his head for me to leave the cave, I see Azan waiting in the distance. It’s raining (no surprise anymore), and we jog up to each other like something out of a romance movie. He’s not wearing his mask, but I still would have been able to see the disapproval on his features as he scoops me up and cradles me to his chest.
“You should not be running in your condition.” His chiding comes from a warm place though, as he drops a kiss to my forehead, turning in the direction of his cave.
Our cave.
Once we’re back in our familiar corner of the rainy planet, I no longer feel like I’m suffocating. Azan and I are not going to live in a cave, we’re going to move in next to Blythe and Korben, but this is always going to be more like a home to me. It smells like rain and Christmas, which beats the hell out of Blythe’s gessroot tea.
Azan sits on the floor, spreading his legs so he can face the mouth of the cave, and I quickly sit in front of him, placing my back against his chest. His arms quickly wrap around me and brush my stomach, making me hungry for a little action. I didn’t think pregnant women liked getting it on, but Azan’s so mouth-wateringly sexy. As his face lowers, I turn and kiss him deeply, enjoying the scent of my arousal and his perfuming the air around us as rain continues to fall.
There has never been anything more sexual than my time with him.
“My Chosen,” he says thickly.
“Mine,” I growl back into his mouth.
I turn around so I can wrap my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss, happy Azan isn’t wearing his mask as much. When he’s not at the lair, he feels more okay being himself, fangs and all. And though I know he’s worried the baby growing inside of me could be poisonous like him, Chentan promises there will be signs if there are problems, and he will do the research to deal with them accordingly. It’s a lot of empty promises, I’m sure, but I don’t want Azan to spend every waking moment worrying about me.
I’m going to do this. I’m going to keep this child and stay alive because I have to.
Azan needs me almost as much as I need him.
“We should not do this,” Azan groans as I push his back down on the floor of the cave, eyeing him up hungrily. His massive cock pokes me in the ass, so I’m having a difficult time believing he doesn’t want pleasure.
“Your dick says otherwise, babe.” I brush my fingertips against the crown through his shorts. He spreads his legs, unable to resist my touch, hips bucking under me, and pulls my face to his. Our noses touch.
“I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
“You’re big, but I don’t think you’re that big.” I giggle and slowly back over him, standing up a bit, so I’m straddling right over his ever-thickening cock. “You want me to take off your shorts, or do you think you can do it yourself?”
He quickly shimmies them off with a few rough bucks of his hips, clutching my ass, so I don’t fall off him. I’m actually kind of happy I don’t have underwear. Makes for easier access. But since my top is getting in the way of his hands, I quickly shuck it off and toss it into the familiar corner of the cave where discarded pieces of clothing continue to build. His hands immediately seek out my breasts, kneading them roughly, and I cry out, enjoying this new, more dangerous side of Azan.
Man may be poisonous, but sometimes he’s too sweet with me.
I’m enjoying the change, and I wonder if he’s worried how much sex he’s going to get later as I keep getting fatter. I don’t want to worry about that now. Right now, I want to pleasure my man.
He grips my hips and somehow manages to lift and drop me onto his erect cock with ease, and I yelp in excited pleasure. My alien is strong, and I’m surprised by how much he wants me now when a few moments ago he was worried about hurting me. I’m falling in love with this new, confident side of Azan. I rise up and drop down over his dick, starting to build pressure and rhythm as Azan lays back, keeping his hands on my hips as I slide up and down his length, scales on his dick splaying further for my enjoyment.
“Alright?” Azan groans in broken English, still moving me.
“Oh yeah. I’m doing pretty alright.”
His cock moves deeper and fills me more with each thrust, and in the cave, I don’t worry about anyone hearing us. I can enjoy pleasure fully, rubbing my tits and pushing frantic hands through my hair. I’m screaming with pleasure, as Azan’s sack tightens, and I know we’re both close.
Food fast. Fast fuck. I love it.
“I’m going to come. Azan, I’m going to come.”
He grips my hips more tightly and pushes his dick deeper inside than he’s ever gone before and I shout out his name, surprised he’s reaching me in places I’ve never been hit before. The scales. There’s nothing like them. Octonods have tentacles, and Entlas have hooves, but there’s nothing quite as pleasurable as a scaled dick.
“Oh… oh God!” I squeal, pinching my thighs around his waist as his pace increases.
It’s too much.
Oh damn… it’s too much.
He’s going to—
The world explodes in light and color. I’m coming so hard, my eyes water when I cry out his name. His sack tightens and releases as chilled seed bursts through my pussy like I’ve fallen through a frozen lake in the dead of winter. Everything blurs. My world becomes nothing more than a blurry field of colors, the sound of rain, and the scent of cypress and cinnamon. The chill of his seed; there’s nothing like it, and I spread wider, welcoming the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt. The waves of a cold ocean bash through my body as Azan releases everything he’s got into me, and I call out, enjoying every damn moment.
What’s the worst that could happen? I get pregnant? It’s a little late.
I collapse on his firm chest, settling my hands on either side of his head, and we take a few unsteady breaths together as we start to come down from the high. Sex with a Sidyth is like a drug. No amount of gessroot tea is going to calm my nerves like a sex craved Azan. I kiss his neck, his jaw, and lean up far enough so I can focus on kissing his mouth, fangs and all. He doesn’t seem to mind, curling long, scaled fingers through my hair and groaning with pleasure.
“We’re going to have to learn to f
uck more slowly,” he mutters into my hair.
“Why? I’m certainly not complaining. Out here we can be as loud and as fast as we want. And if you want to go slower, we can go again.”
“Again?” His golden eyes light up. “Already?”
“I think I can handle it.”
“And the baby?” His eyes drop down to my stomach, and though I’m already so nervous about him hovering over me like Korben’s doing for Blythe, there’s also something so adorable about it. Azan, my seven foot, Sidyth alien, doting on a Human Whore. I never imagined such a thing when I was delivered to Hethdiss a few weeks ago. My time with exiled Sidyths was supposed to be another assignment, but now it’s so much more.
I have so much more.
“The baby will be fine so long as his mommy is happy.” I kiss Azan deeply, enjoying his insatiable lips and orgasm worthy smile.
His eyes widen. “It’s a boy? How do you know already?”
I laugh. “I don’t know; it’s an expression. As I said, he or she will be fine if mommy is happy.” I kiss him more softly. Deeply. I push my tongue through his lips and allow it to dance with his forked one. “Mommy is very happy with an alien between her thighs.”
He hisses, no longer bothering to hide his smile. “My Chosen.”
“My Chosen,” I hiss back, already enjoying how much the term already makes me wet. Azan’s tongue darts out from his lips.
“You are not joking about wanting another round of pleasure.” He easily lifts me up and settles me down on his cock.
I never joke when it comes to sex; even with a poisonous alien.
After all, it’s something different, and nothing about my life is going to be mundane from now on.
Not with my alien by my side.
The End
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Rebels of Sidyth, Book One
CHAPTER ONE
Blythe
When I volunteered to become an entertainer, I had no idea I would become a whore – let alone one shipped across the entire galaxy. I shouldn’t have been so eager, but the money was too good and signing the contract without taking anything too seriously came easily. The entire transaction was legit. Supposedly. There was nothing I could do once the ink dried on the paper. Who could I ask for help? My parents? My mom’s dead, and my dad’s the reason I signed the contract.
I could only hope the money promised was as concrete as the contract I had signed.
How would I know from five billion miles away?
Would I ever find out if the money I sent helped my dad at all? Did it matter? Would he still smile, in selfish relief, if he knew his oldest daughter had sold herself to become an intergalactic space whore?
This leads to me to where I’m at right now.
I glance around the room, taking note of the faces as the ship transports me my next assignment. As usual, everyone’s young, female, and at least somewhat athletic. All the girls train when we have a free moment but having something in common didn’t exactly make us friends. Quite the opposite. We look out for ourselves, save for a few of the high-class entertainers who always manage to work jobs together.
Frowning, I lower my cup of water. This isn’t a bad room. There’s enough space for all of us to stretch out and there’s a separate space if we need to take a piss. Accommodations have been a lot worse, but there’s still no telling how long this supposed situation will last.
“Where are they taking us?” one asks, ruining my quiet assessment. I glance up to find a pair of piercing blue eyes fixating on my much darker ones.
That’s how it is on a lot of these journeys. So many girls turn to me for answers. I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe I look old or more experienced. Maybe I’m more approachable than the others. Either way, enclosed in this locked room with nineteen other girls, I’m not surprised when several of them flock towards my corner. I lick my lips and take in the first who’s brave enough to speak to me, recognizing her immediately.
Doesn’t mean I have to be friendly about it.
“I don’t know, Ellis,” I shoot back, dismissing my polite trained ways of speaking I use with clients. I don’t want to let worry show on my face, but this situation is outside the norm.
Twenty Human Whores locked in pleasant accommodations, if not for the fact we’d all be forced to spread our legs later for whoever purchased us.
Still though, twenty? It seems a bit excessive. Maybe it’s for another alien bachelor party of some sort.
Sighing, I remember I deserve this. I signed the papers. I boarded the shuttle without a second thought to my future or safety.
“There are twenty of us here, you know,” Ellis goes on, glancing around the sterile enclosed room we’re bunked in. She openly expresses all my worries in her submissive, yet obviously intelligent voice. “Twenty. What could anyone possibly want with twenty girls at once?”
“Bachelor party?” I guess sarcastically.
“Maybe they’re like the Entlas?” one asks hopefully, and I’m immediately drawn to her young face and near black eyes. “They weren’t so terrible. Some were kind.”
“Doubt it,” York says before swallowing. “Maybe they’re Sidyths?”
“You think they’re like the Pluefs? Or the ones with the fins?” The one with dark eyes swallows. “Or Drakens?” She finishes in a small voice.
A lot of these girls are new to me, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re new to the system altogether. There are formal training academies all over the galaxy, and they’re all buying up humans and humanoids with names I can’t pronounce. Humans are a commodity in the universe because no one cares about a human’s welfare. The mentality was, ‘what could we possibly do? Fly home? Alert the Galactal Federation? Please, go ahead’, followed by chuckling. Earth doesn’t belong to the Galactal Federation. To most, humans are only a few steps better than how humans view dogs. We’re pets. Adorable pets. Pets who can give pleasure.
And so, Human Whores became the accepted name for girls like us as a whole.
I’m sure it could be worse.
I turn my head slightly to face the one who asked about the Drakens and absently wonder what her deal is, but I want to also maintain my aloofness in this tiny space. If word gets around I know things – any things – they’d look to me as their leader. And in this world – the last thing I want is to be seen as a Madam. The less we know about each other, the better.
Made it less painful when we’re separated.
“Drakens,” the woman continues. “You hear me? They could be Drakens.”
“I heard you.” I can’t hide my annoyance. Of course, I’ve considered the possibility of being purchased by Drakens. Probably for some gallivant party. Drakens could afford it, but I didn’t want to be part of some alien version of a bachelor party. Drakens – though rich – were not kind.
“Say something,” the girl continues.
“How about shutting the fuck up?”
“I sure hope it’s not Drakens,” another girl mutters – Sloane. Sloane Clark. She’s a few years younger than me and dumb as a brick when it comes to books, but smart enough when it comes to staying alive. Her light blue eyes are in direct contrast to her blood red hair. She’s pretty. Most of us are.
“Drakens are rough,” she adds softly.
“Not good tippers either,” one says hoarsely, laughing. Experience always rings in Arizona’s voice, so much so that a few others join in meekly, but I merely shudder along with Sloane. From across the room, I notice Arizona hasn’t changed much from when I first met her at the training academy. That’s how experienced girls like Arizona were.
They’d come from time to time, between
assignments, to teach the new girls a thing or two. She’s pretty enough, especially for working in this business for a decade longer than most of the others, but there’s also something I don’t like about her. Her stupid stage name? Her lackeys, Alaska, Dakota, and Kansas, who go with her on every job? Maybe her reputation around the stars?
Arizona does this. Arizona does that. Arizona never minds when I stick it there. Blah blah blah.
Or maybe it’s that though she’s pushing thirty, she’s a horrible combination of looking young and acting like a bitchy mama hen. She has the most amazing almond colored skin with a perfectly matched eye color. Her body’s tight and toned like a gymnast’s, and though she’s short, she commands everyone’s attention in every room. Rumor is she’s dominated a few aliens herself – an absolute rarity for a human whore.
Her lips pull into a smirk when she catches me looking at her, and unfortunately, I glance away too late before she notices. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” she teases, elbowing Dakota.
“No. I’m worried we’re heading to a Draken bachelor party,” I say, doing my best to keep my composure.
“Why?” Arizona smirks, lowering her eyes to my chest. “Oh. Yeah. I guess that would be a concern.”
No one joins in Arizona’s laughter this time. They all know what she’s inferring, and she’s not wrong to point it out.
Drakens? Those motherfuckers hate large tits. On the rare occasions I could get one to carry a conversation, I learned they got in the way when they wanted to suck the skin over my heart.
“Hey, at least you all have the latest language transmitters. They didn’t get a chance to update mine after they pulled the last one out,” one sulks. Winter – whatever her last name is, tugs absently at her ear.
“Oh boo-fuckity-who,” York sneers. “Consider yourself lucky you don't know what these creeps are going to say to us.” She pulls her knees up to her chest and looks around the room from her seated position on the floor.
