Accidental Slave to the Kralians: Sci-Fi Ménage Romance (The Complete Edition)

by Cara Wylde

“Mmm… yes… yes,” she moaned as she dug her fingers into Kryan’s short black hair and guided him toward her right nipple. She threw her head back and used her free hand to hold on to the headboard. “Oh God! Yes, there! Don’t stop!” She was talking to Aedar. She needed him to go deeper, faster, and harder. “Please…”

  Aedar smiled, grabbed her legs, and placed them on his shoulders. The new angle opened her more and allowed him to go so deep, that the head of his thick, engorged cock grazed her cervix with every well-aimed thrust.

  Avery could swear she saw stars and planets dancing behind her closed lids. Was this what the Universe really looked and felt like? She was floating through space, but not aimlessly. Closer and closer… Oh, she was so close to Source.

  Kryan sucked on her right nipple, then switched to her left one. He traced her soft stomach with the tips of his fingers, stopped just above her mound for a moment, then went straight for her swollen clit. When he started rubbing it softly, then faster and more firmly, Avery arched her back and screamed in pleasure.

  She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her first orgasm was so powerful and complete that her vocal chords didn’t even know how to express the sheer bliss taking over her entire body. Her head was suddenly empty, and she didn’t reside there anymore. For a few long, unbelievable moments, no thought penetrated the peaceful void of her mind. When she came back from her height, she realized just how energizing and regenerating it was to experience complete emptiness. It was as if she was reborn.

  Then, Aedar pulled out. His hot seed trickled down her thighs and onto the silk sheets as Kryan flipped her over and positioned himself behind her.

  She moaned and turned to look at him over her shoulder. Her pussy throbbed at the sight of his chiseled chest and hard abs, and her entrance opened needily when he started rubbing the head of his cock against her clit and glistening folds. He teased her like that for a few seconds, until she was sure she was on the brink of snapping. Just as she was getting ready to wiggle out of his grasp, jump him, and impale herself on his cock, Aedar crawled next to her, took her face between his hands, and forced her to look into his eyes.

  “Let go,” he whispered against her lips. “Surrender.”

  Avery sighed and leaned in for a kiss. Just as Kryan pushed himself inside her soaked pussy, Aedar parted her lips with his tongue and started ravishing her mouth feverishly, as if he wanted to taste her, invade her, steal the last bit of sanity she had left.

  She couldn’t believe she was close to climaxing again. Before her masters, she had had no idea her body was even capable of experiencing so much pleasure. Yes, she had had boyfriends who could make her orgasm once in a while, but not like this. As Kryan pounded her hard and fast, giving her all he had, she felt like she was ready to break into a million pieces, and only the two aliens could later put her back together.

  She moaned into Aedar’s mouth, dug her fingers into the soft pillows, and braced herself for the blissful emptiness she knew would follow. She wondered whether she’d ever be the same after allowing these two strong, drop-dead gorgeous men to ravage her so deeply and completely.

  With a grunt, Kryan came inside her, coating her walls with his seed, and throwing her over the edge.

  Avery pushed Aedar away and screamed at the top of her lungs. It felt so good to be able to release all that liberating tension vocally, shamelessly. In the past, she had had to worry about neighbors… Not now. Not here. Aedar had been right. Surrendering made everything so much more intense and cathartic.

  As her arms and knees started trembling, she allowed herself to fall on the bed, face deep in a pillow, causing Kryan to slip out of her. Her skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and she could feel the sticky, hot mess that was between her legs. With every passing minute, it seeped into the sheets and mattress.

  “You might have to get a new mattress,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. She felt too lazy and content to move.

  Kryan chuckled. “Just so we can ruin it again in a couple of hours?”

  “We’re doing it again so soon?” She didn’t protest when he pushed her to the center of the bed, so he could lie beside her. Aedar was already lounging to her right, his arm draped over her lower back.

  “Why, Agent Tonkin? You don’t have enough stamina? How are you supposed to be able to catch bad guys if you can’t even have sex a day and a night in a row? You sure you can run two miles without your lungs exploding?”

  She almost growled at him. “Who has sex a day and a night in a row? Aliens?”

  “I don’t know about the other races, but the Kralians can pull off quite a marathon. With the right mate, that is,” explained Aedar.

  It was on the tip of her tongue… the question. It hanged there, ready to jump off and materialize through sounds and words. Avery swallowed it. Hard. The right mate. She didn’t want to go there. Not now, not ever. She had more pressing matters to take care of, – or attempt to, at least, – than finding out what a mate meant to Kryan and Aedar, and if a mate could also be a slave. Or human. A human slave. Wait. She wasn’t a slave. They had said so the night before.

  She took a deep breath, pulled herself together, and sat up, brushing Aedar’s arm off her. She leaned with her back against the headboard and grabbed a pillow to cover herself. She hugged it to her chest and stomach, making herself small between the two bulky men, so as to touch them as little as possible.

  “Have you looked into the… err… connection you believe exists between humans and Kralians?”

  No matter how mind-blowing her orgasms were, she still kind of hoped there was an antidote to whatever the three of them experienced when their skin, and especially fluids, came in contact.

  “We’re taking care of it today,” said Kryan. His voice was serious now. “Might not be easy to find answers, but let’s stay positive.”

  “We sent samples of the invisibility serum you’re using and of your DNA to the lab, last night,” added Aedar. “All we can do now is wait.”

  Avery nodded. She looked around the room. There were clothes scattered all over the floor, the fine, comfy duvet was just a messy heap at the foot of the bed, and the sun was bathing everything in warm, soft light, giving the scene an air of peaceful joy. It all looked and felt right. Except… it wasn’t.

  “Am I your prisoner?”

  Kryan cocked an eyebrow, while Aedar remained still and silent.

  “No,” Kryan finally said.

  “But you…” she pointed to the windows.

  “You were shaken and tired last night,” said Aedar. “And… didn’t look very convinced that you could trust us.”

  She gave him a look of disbelief but didn’t say anything. Did she trust them now? Hell no!

  “You don’t have to hide it. We can tell you’re not convinced now, either.”

  Aedar smiled, and she thought it was incredible how innocent and friendly it made him look. She shook her head slightly. No way, she couldn’t let herself be charmed by a smile.

  “How could I be? You’re not telling me anything!”

  “What do you want to know?” asked Kryan.

  “Oh… I… Oh my God!” She ran her hands through her tangled blonde hair. “Why are you here? Why are aliens… sorry, five different species of aliens invading Earth? What game are you playing? What’s your end goal? And why… for the love of everything that’s holy… why do you want to take down the Alliance and save humans from a life of slavery?! I think… I think this is what blows my mind the most. It doesn’t make any sense. How can you ask me to trust you two, when none of your actions make sense?”

  Kryan sighed deeply, then got out of the bed. He found his clothes and started putting them on meticulously while speaking in a low, calculated tone.

  “It’s a long story, but… Let’s just say it all began with the plague.”

  “The plague?”

  “Yes. An unknown virus that took our children first, then m
ost of our women. The ones who survived are now barren. Our home planet, Kralia, is now a vast, dead desert. We couldn’t live there anymore. There was no way we could adapt to the climate change, and we knew our species was in danger of being completely wiped out if we didn’t do something. Anything. So, Aedar and I gathered all the survivors we could find and took them on our spaceship, the Hordaa. We cruised through space for years, hoping we would find a habitable planet where we could start anew. Instead, we only found war.”

  “War? Wait, what war?”

  It was Aedar’s turn to speak.

  “At first, we were attacked by two ships. Out of nowhere. We stood our ground the best we could, and when our shields were almost down, another two ships appeared on our radars. We thought we were finished. We thought they were all together, the four foreign vessels, but instead, the two ships attacking us turned their lasers to the newcomers. Eventually, Kryan and I managed to open a channel of communication and make them listen. It turned out the other four ships were in a similar situation… forced to leave their home planets with the few survivors they could take on board. They, too, were looking for a habitable planet. The thing is… the first two, the Verto and the Lyare, had already found one, and they had been fighting over it before we got to their quadrant. When they saw the Hordaa, they attacked because they were already disputing Earth. They didn’t need a third candidate. The Swetho and the Craziak saved our asses. Unintentionally, of course. They drew the Verto and the Lyare away from us, giving us just enough time to calm everyone down and try to talk things through.”

  Avery pinched the bridge of her nose.

  “Wait a second. Too many new, weird as heck names. The Hordaa is your ship, right?”

  “Yes,” said Kryan. “The Hordaa is our Kralian ship. The Verto is a Cattalian ship, and its captain is Eldav.”

  “Eldav?”

  “Pale blue skin… blue eyes… hair the color of your hair.”

  “Right, right… I really need to start taking notes.”

  Aedar laughed. “I’ll make a list for you. How’s that?”

  “Thank you,” she said sarcastically.

  “Anyway, the Lyare is Norgavian. Drav is the captain.”

  “Kaylee,” Avery whispered.

  “What’s that?”

  “Nothing.”

  “The Swetho is Valgan.”

  “Gorgan. The captain of the Swetho is Gorgan. Dark green skin, black eyes.”

  “Oh, you’ve done some homework…”

  “I… I met two human slaves in the brig.” She changed the subject quickly. “And the Craziak?”

  “Minarian ship. Araime is the captain. The only female captain in the Alliance, actually.”

  “Right. So… you managed to calm everyone down and reach an agreement, I’m guessing?”

  “Yes.” Aedar got out of the bed, too, and put on his clothes. “We decided there was no point in fighting amongst us. We were in the same dire situation, so we could as well work together to the benefit of everyone. Earth was the only habitable planet we could find after years of searching. If we…” He sighed and paused for a long moment. “Well, if we took care of the species already living on Earth, then we could claim the planet and find a way to live together. The five of us.”

  “Just the five of you… How…” She swallowed hard. “How did you… do you intend to take care of the species already living on Earth? My species.”

  Since Aedar had seemed to have lost his voice, Kryan had to chime in.

  “By cutting their numbers, taking the females as pleasure slaves and mates, and turning the men into work slaves.”

  Avery opened her mouth and closed it a couple of times before finally being able to form a single word: “Marvelous.”

  Aedar sat down on the edge of the bed and looked her deep in the eyes.

  “We don’t want to do that. Not anymore. The Kralians will never hurt humans. Ever. We didn’t kidnap any women and didn’t take any pleasure slaves. We’re… different. We don’t know why, or how… not yet. But I swear to you: you can trust us.”

  “I… I don’t know.”

  Kryan dug his hands into the pockets of his dress pants and started pacing the floor.

  “You have to get us in touch with the SPG. Schedule a meeting. We will tell you everything, and we can work together to bring the others down. We can’t do it alone, and neither can you.”

  “I’ll have to think about it.” She squeezed the pillow even closer to her chest. “I have to be able to get in touch with them first, don’t I?”

  Aedar stood up and took a step to his left, as if to clear a path to the door. Avery knew it wasn’t locked.

  “You’re free to go. We’ll give you your collar back, too, but only if you promise not to use it again. Not until we get the test results.”

  “I don’t want to touch it.” That was a lie. She wanted it back. In case of extreme emergency, she was willing to risk her life.

  The sharp sound of the doorbell startled them.

  “Meadow must be here,” Kryan said. He headed to the door.

  Avery pressed her hand to her heart. It was beating wildly.

  “Does she know about your plan?”

  “Yes,” said Aedar. “But she’s the only one who knows. We haven’t told our people on the ship. Not even our deck crew.”

  Avery nodded. “I… I want to go now.”

  Aedar smiled. “I’ll ask a maid to bring you some clothes.”

  When he knelt on the bed and leaned in to kiss her forehead, she moved away from him. The look of utter disappointment on his handsome face almost hurt her.

  “No. I’m sorry. Don’t take this the wrong way. It’s just that… I prefer to have a clear head for once.”

  “I understand. Same here. I just couldn’t help myself.”

  Meadow’s chirpy voice rose up the stairs: “Guys, where are you? Stupid writer’s block is doing a number on me again. Alex, I need your help!”

  “Don’t let her see me,” Avery said.

  Kryan shrugged, waved at her, and went to stop Meadow down the hall.

  “She’ll find out sooner or later,” said Aedar before leaving the room.

  “Not now! I’m practically swimming in your semen!”

  Aedar laughed loudly and closed the door behind him.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The first thing Avery did when she got to her apartment was to check her work phone. She had left it at home the night before because she wouldn’t have been able to carry it around while using the invisibility collar, anyway. No wire, no backup. It had been a dangerous mission. It still was.

  Five missed phone calls, and one message from Lisa, the IT girl: “Where are you?”

  She typed quickly “Be there in one hour”, then threw her phone on the couch, turned on the TV on mute, and poured herself a glass of whiskey. It was too early to drink. She studied the amber liquid for a minute, then eventually shrugged, plopped into the nearest armchair, and took a big sip. She stayed like that for a few minutes, simply sipping her drink and staring into space. Even though her face didn’t betray anything, the cogs in her brain were turning at full speed. Eventually, she went into her messy improvised office, sat at her desk, and started scribbling into a small notebook. Normally, she would have typed everything on her laptop, but the details weren’t quite clear in her head. Not yet. Too many names, too many skin colors, too much information to sort through. If she was going to report back to her team, then she had to first make sure her story made some sense.

  She wrote, drew lines from one column to another, then another, scratched and rewrote for fifteen minutes, then stopped, finished her whiskey, and let her eyes wander over the walls.

  “We got so many things wrong,” she whispered.

  She’d have to gather her courage and go through all she had pinned and written on the walls. The story she and her former team had managed to pull together was in need of serious rewr
ites. She rubbed her eyes, ran her hands through her slightly damp hair, then stood up and went back into the living room. At least, she had taken a shower at the Walsh residence, and the clothes the maid had given her fit her nicely. She had to grab her keys and head to HQ, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it just yet.

  Avery poured herself some more whiskey and chuckled at the thought that her boss would smell it on her and ask what the hell she was up to.

  “What are you up to, Avery?” she whispered thoughtfully. “What are you up to, Poppy?”

  She stopped in front of the mirror and did a couple of faces, then looked straight into her own eyes. If anyone had seen her, they would think she was crazy, but this silly exercise always worked for her when she needed to brainstorm something and didn’t have access to other enlightened brains. It was fine. All fine. Her brain could do the job of two, or three, or four.

  “You can’t tell them the truth about last night,” she started talking to herself in the mirror. “You can’t walk in there and go: hey guys, guess what! Kit and Alex Walsh are, indeed, aliens. They have purple skin, they like dressing up like warriors when no one’s around, and we had sex. Yes, that’s right! I, Avery Tonkin, rising star and agent extraordinaire, had sex with two alien brothers. At the same time. Take that, Zadie from Dreamland!”

  Why had Zadie popped into her mind all of a sudden? Oh, because she didn’t like her new colleague that much. Made sense.

  “I do like Lisa,” she said absentmindedly. “I could tell Lisa. I bet she can keep a secret.”

  She shook her head vigorously, finished the whiskey, then grabbed her car keys and stormed out of the apartment.

  No, Avery couldn’t tell them about Alex and Kit. In fact, she couldn’t tell them anything at all. Not that she’d seen them change their skin color, not that they had a stargate behind a false wall in their library, and not that she was on a spaceship, met two human slaves, and found out that not one, but five races of aliens had been working for years on infiltrating and invading Earth.

  As she drove, she considered her options. She didn’t have many.