The Beast In The Castle

by Daniella Wright

  He had to have felt it to, of that much she was sure. Their pace quickened, quickened, until he was pulling out of her to shove her over, onto her hands and knees. She didn’t complain – how could she? Not with the swift way that he entered her from behind, shoving into her dripping, wanting body. She clawed at the grass beneath them, getting the dirt in her fingernails.

  She had never had sex like this – never out in the open, never so filthy and carnal. She liked it rough sometimes, yes. But that was with men that barely knew what they were doing, men who couldn’t do nearly half as much as Mor’an did to her then. Those men didn’t have her tossing her head back to practically howl at the moon, didn’t have her pressing her hips back against them in a fervor to take them deeper, harder. Hell, those men had never been able to measure up quite as well as Mor’an did when she asked for harder – asked for more, asked for deeper.

  When they came again, it was together, too, and Mor’an’s hands dug deep into her hips, snapping her back against him as he filled her up and her thighs quaked in pleasure. His seed spilled into her, then seeped out of her, down those quaking thighs of her as a testament to how good it had been for the both of them.

  There were no words as they collapsed to the ground together, just pants that softened to slightly heavy breathing and bodies still wired tightly with the feelings that they were experiencing. He remained inside of her, something that she wasn’t used to, but was hardly opposed to, either. It felt good to have him still buried within her womanhood, that thickness of him keeping her full and open, almost past her capacity.

  His face nuzzled into her neck as they lay there, as if taking in her scent. He nibbled, sucked, kissed at her skin. She enjoyed the lingering warmth of his body pressed to hers, and she didn’t even mind they were covered in sweat, dirt, and cum. He continued to touch her, a little. Teased, even. They fell asleep together, after, a clumsy satisfied mess of sweat and satisfaction mingled between the two of them. He was still swollen, inside of her. Though she was sore, it was pleasantly so.

  When she dreamed, she dreamed of nights like that to come, wrapped up in the arms of the man who was easily becoming her center.

  The next morning, she awoke, feeling particularly warm and satiated. Mor’an was still asleep beside her, snoring softly. His breath fluttered against her hair – that was one of the first things that she noticed.

  The next, was that their positions hadn’t changed, even through the night. He was still snug inside of her, and from what she could feel, he was still hard, too. She rocked back against him a little, and he stirred only slightly. Adrien smiled a little to herself; there was something she wanted, just a little more than continuing the line of activity that they had had the night before.

  She slid off of him, gently. Slick leaked out of her when she did, but she kind of liked how filthy that was and didn’t pay it much attention other than enjoying it. She gently nudged the still-sleeping Mor’an to his back, and smiled at the way he stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up.

  Adrien’s attention went to better places – below the belt. His member still stood straight and proud, and in the proper light, she could admire it better than she had the night before. It matched the sheen of his body, and wet with the slick and satisfaction that still clung to him from the night before, it looked particularly appetizing.

  Her path started at his chest, kissing him lightly there.

  “Mor’an,” she said, her voice sing-song. He stirred only slightly at it, and she concluded he was obviously the heavier sleeper between the two of them. No matter. She would just continue her fun and he would have to awaken… eventually…

  Smirking, she kissed him more, moving from his chest to one of his nipples, flicking her tongue over the bud lightly. A soft moan escaped Mor’an as she did, and he groaned as she moved lower and lower. She let her teeth skim his flesh, and was particularly pleased when he began to roll his hips against her mouth working over his body.

  The scent of them clung to his skin, and when she got to his length, she couldn’t help but moan – darting out her tongue to flick over the still-engorged head of him, they even tasted divine together. A sweetness and manliness that she could easily get drunk off of if she let herself.

  But this wasn’t about her – what she found appealing, what made her feel good. This was about giving a bit back to Mor’an. Around and around his head her tongue flicked, sliding over the slit in his member as she did. She teased him there, not moving to take him fully in her mouth, wanting to arouse him from his sleep so that he may enjoy it to the fullest before doing so. She smirked at the head as his hips began to rock in earnest, and his eyes blinked open.

  “Adrien?”

  His voice was full of sleep, and questioning, but she was glad that he didn’t try to pull her away. Instead, his fingers threaded her hair, tugging gently before urging her down a little more. She got in a little more teasing to him before she did so; she suckled at the head of his member before lowering herself down to lick and suck at the juices on the rest of him. He groaned at the sensation, and that only spurned Adrien to continue on.

  There was something about having him in her mouth, at her mercy like this that was entirely too appealing. She had never been opposed to pleasuring men like this – how could she? – but there was something special having such a powerful creature at her mercy, with just her mouth and her mouth alone.

  When she was done teasing, she went at it in full. Her lips wrapped snug around his length, and with his hand at the back of her head, guiding her movements, she bobbed up and down on it. She used the faintest hint of teeth, the sweet suckling of her mouth, and the constriction of her throat to draw out louder, deeper sounds from him. She reveled in every growl and curse that fell from his lips, and the more insistent they became the more she gave to him.

  It was a delight, truly, when a second hand of his joined the first, and his earlier guiding quickly became him using her mouth the same way he had used her body the night before. She even gagged a little – but she liked it. She moaned around him and let him have her, deciding to slip her fingers between her lips to rub and circle her little nub.

  She brought him, and herself, to completion. He tasted better than she could imagine as his body seized up and he spilled down her throat, the liquid of him coating her tongue. She drank him down and licked him clean before popping off of him, the both of them panting.

  It was looking like it was going to be a good day.

  VII: Plans in Motion

  It was interesting, to Adrien, to think that weeks before she had planned to escape, somehow, from Mor’an. Not because it was an insane thing to want – he had taken her from her home planet, to be fair – but because after little over two months, she found herself no longer wanting to escape from him. that, she knew, was the insane thing, but it wasn’t something that she was going to try to change, either.

  Their consummation had put… a lot of things in perspective for her.

  It was like she saw the world as Mor’an did. She was still human – she had no super strength nor senses, could not tell the differences in body chemistry the way that Mor’an could. She had not changed in that way. She was still a person.

  But Mor’an… Mor’an did things to her, and inside her she felt different. She felt better being with him.

  The funny thing about biology, she knew, was that all the explanations in the world didn’t make it any less weird, or strange. It was weird, she could admit, that there was a creature that wasn’t human that could affect her the way that Mor’an did, but she took that weirdness with a grain of salt and didn’t try to overthink it too much. Going back to her facts, there were a few things that she knew.

  Fact One: No one on Earth would accept their coupling.

  Fact Two: The scientists at the labs would salivate at the chance to experiment and see what the connection between the two of them was on a biological level.

  Fact Three: She didn’t really feel like being a sci
ence experiment.

  With those things in mind, she welcomed the prospect of continuing their time together. Whatever this was, whatever their biology had set in place for each other, it was something that she wasn’t going to push away. Mor’an seemed pleased with this fact. That was evident in the way he ravished her at any opportune time. Each was as good – if not better – than the last. The more he gave, the more her body wanted. Perhaps it was an addiction that their coupling had set into motion. It that was the case…

  It was an addiction that she was willing to carry.

  That made her consider their next course of action carefully, one day while Mor’an was out hunting them something to eat. The ship ran on solar power – they could go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted, so long as there was a charge or a sun in their corner of the universe. The prospect was an exciting one for her. It ignited that sense of adventure that had always come with her scientific curiosities. Coupled with exploring more of this new-found connection with Mor’an… it was exciting.

  She had to talk more with Mor’an, however. Because there were other things that she needed him to be aware of, other things that she needed him to know. Unexpected, surprising things. Things that should have terrified her, but honestly intrigued her more than she could have ever imagined.

  Her hand settled to her stomach, and she smiled.

  The future was going to be a grand adventure.

  Epilogue

  The hall of the ship was filled with the sound of pattering feet. Up and down the hall, followed by peals of laughter and high-pitched squeals. Adrien rolled over with a sigh, burying her face into the warmth beside her. It was early. Far too early, as far as she was concerned. She needed more sleep.

  An arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. She made a tired noise, and beside her, Mor’an laughed.

  “They’re very excitable.”

  “More excitable than full-human children. Are all Jundar like that?”

  “Hmm… yes. We’re an energetic race.”

  “Clearly.”

  Mor’an laughed again, and this time she looked up at him blinking sleepily.

  Her stomach was round, again, and it was the only thing keeping her from pressing solidly against him properly. It was twins, this time, though she wondered if her sanity was going to hold up to having two small ones at the same time. The two running through the hallways weren’t twins, but they were still a handful enough.

  “It’s your turn, you know,” she said, batting her lashes up at Mor’an. He smiled down at her, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  “I know. I’ll get them fed and settled. Sleep a little more.”

  She was already, and didn’t go back to sleep, but she did enjoy the peace that followed Mor’an trekking out into the hall, scooping up their little ones, and taking them to the dining hall to eat. Instead of sleeping, she lay there, smiling a little to herself. Despite the interruption of her sleep, she honestly had little grudge to hold against the fact that it was sleep that was interrupted by her children. She had never thought deeply about becoming a mother, but when she had realized that she was pregnant with Mor’an’s… well. There had been a sense of excitement over the dread she had assumed would accompany it, and Mor’an had welcomed the thought of their children growing inside of her with enthusiasm and joy.

  They had stayed on Pallenor, long enough for her to carry and deliver, long enough for their eldest, Morana, to learn how to walk. It truly had been their own paradise, living as their little family together.

  The younger, Valan, was conceived as they traveled through time and space. He had been about as planned as Morana had been, but no less loved. His pregnancy had been harder, certainly not the breeze that Morana’s had been, but he had been brought into the world kicking, screaming, and as much a handful as any baby could be.

  The twins, had been planned that time. At least in conception. Adrien and Mor’an had taken a trip back to Pellanor, to show the little ones the beautiful place that none other in the world could compare to. Adrien had felt connected to the place, considering it was where their first child had been conceived, and when she’d asked Mor’an if they could try for another, he had enthusiastically agreed. They hadn’t thought that two would come from that coupling – but two had, and though the idea was daunting, they both welcomed it wholly.

  Settling her hand on her stomach once more, she rolled out of bed. She wrapped a robe around her, as far as it would over the considerable protrusion of her stomach. The sight in the dining hall gave her pause, and a smile.

  Her two children, a gorgeous blend between her and Mor’an, sitting at the table. Mor’an, cutting fruits they had taken from Pellanor to feed them. This was her family. They were the loves of her life, and she knew that her choice those years ago to remain with Mor’an had been the right one.

  She was happy.

  Captured By The Warriors

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  An Erotic Alien Abduction Romance

  Kara Nolan is on the mission of a lifetime. Sent to explore the vast depths of space and collect samples for further study, it's the first expedition she gets to lead on her own accord; at least, for the most part. She would be somewhat happier if her ex boyfriend wasn't part of the crew, but with his military background, it's obvious why he was chosen. It's also obvious that he wants to rekindle an old flame, but everything goes up in flames when their ship takes damage from an asteroid belt.

  After crash landing on a strange planet, and realizing she is the only survivor from her crew, Kara reasons that all she can do is try to survive. This becomes simultaneously harder, and somehow easier, when she's captured by an alien warrior by the name of Kajin. Kept essentially as a pet until his elders can decide what to do with her, Kara finds herself fascinated by the extra-terrestrial, and it seems the feeling is mutual. Taboo though it may be, the spunky astronaut finds that she may end up in a situation that is out of this world.

  * * *

  My gaze lingers out the portside window, taking in the sight of stars as far as the eye can see. Though the expedition was launched some time ago, and we've been exploring the vast expanses of space sometime now, I feel as if I'll never grow weary of the sights that surround us. I press my fingertips gingerly to the glass, the artificial gravity in the ship keeping me grounded. This whole experience has been a dream come true, though as far as space travel goes, most would consider my team's experiences rather boring. Taking samples from the occasional asteroid, testing the atmosphere when there's a shift noticeable by our ship's systems. Somehow, however, I know that something big will come from this mission. Someday, mine will be a household name.

  “Kara,” a familiar masculine voice calls out, and I can only roll my eyes disdainfully as one of my crew members jogs towards me. If you could even call Clark Lowell a member of my crew, considering he only managed to dig his claws into this mission through our personal relationship. What had once been a very personal relationship, I’m forced to acknowledge. It lingers at the edges of my mind at any given time, the past Clark and I share together. It’s hard to ignore, considering how much he presses the issue. It’s quite obvious to anyone from an outside perspective that he’s not over our past relationship, as much as I’d like to leave it just there; in the past.

  “Clark,” I reply amicably, planning to keep the conversation short. He offers me a boyish grin, one I had fallen for in the past more times than I care to admit. I won’t be so foolish now, however, and his smile simply grates on my nerves.

  “I’ve been trying to get a chance to talk to you, in private. Seems nearly impossible to get a moment to ourselves on this crowded ship,” he hums, and I refrain from pointing out that there is a good reason I won’t let him catch alone. At least, I haven’t until this very moment. Perhaps I’m growing lax. Praying for a reason to escape this situation, I’m allowed salvation in the worst possible way. The ship’s collision alarm begins to blare loudly, and I offer Clark the most apologetic l
ook I can muster before darting away to the navigation station.

  “Status report, Dennis,” I say swiftly, watching the map that lays out our intended path.

  “Incoming asteroid field. The ship should be able to handle it, but I’ll put the emergency shields up just in case,” Dennis Royale replies, sounding utterly bored by the situation. I nod, able to make an extremely large landmass that lies beyond the asteroid belt.

  "And that is…?" I begin, waiting for him to fill in the blanks. He seems distracted, however, growing more interested in the ship's status report.

  “Oh, uh. Looks like some sort of small planet. I would run a scan to check the habitability, but the shields command is glitching out. Give me a moment, please, Captain,” he says in a mutter. I nod obligingly, stepping away to give him a moment to deal with the situation. I glance towards the bay window, eyes widening as I make out one of the asteroids we’re on a collision course with. The blue-tinged glow of the emergency shields appears around the ship, and I’m able to draw in a relieved breath. However, moments later, the shield dissipates entirely.

  “Dennis,” I call out, trying to contain how alarmed I feel.

  "One moment, Captain," he calls out, though his voice is strained. The emergency shield flickers back on for a moment remains alight for a few beats but dissipates moments later.

  That's when the first asteroid collides with the ship. I'm thrown off my feet by the force of impact, and the gravity simulator begins to falter as well. Before I can hit the ground, I'm lifted into the air by the opposing gravitational force. Dennis clings to his station, his feet rising into the air in a manner that would be comical if not for the, pardon the pun, gravity of the situation. I curse under my breath, propelling myself through the air as best as I am able. The lights begin to flicker, and there is a loud crashing sound the ship takes another devastating hit. The alarms have reached a new peak of volume that I have never experienced before, and I have to cover my ears in order to save myself from being deafened. I feel a hand wrap around my wrist, and I look to the side just in time to see Clark watching me with a steely expression. Though he should rightfully be the last person I want to see and would be under normal circumstances, I can only hope his military will prove useful in some way or another. His lips are moving, but I can't make out the words. I squint at the man, shouting for him to repeat himself. I pull my hands away from my ears, struggling to make out his cries above the excruciating sound of the alarms.