by Lynne Silver
No, Katharine. Remain professional. He is your subject. Kissing seems to provoke... Oh, fuck, that feels so good... A communicative, unlanguagable internal response... Focus... F-focus on the task at hand. Remain...clinical.
Leaning forward, she folded her chest against his. With the chains around his limbs and her body pinning him down, Katharine went drunk with power as she ran her hands down his exposed arms, savoring the ridges of his tattoos beneath her fingers.
“Katharine.” The woman in question fought to keep her lips connected to him instead of shying away again. “That is your name, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” She thought the word as hard as she could, nearly yelling it in her mind.
“I am Breccon Tallel. Warrior Prince of Rune-Yon.”
It was so hard to focus, to remain detached and scientific, with the Warrior Prince’s member rubbing her lower lips. The muscles in her pelvis clenched and she ached to slip off the small piece of cotton separating her skin and his and surrender her body to this perfect stranger.
“If we wish to communicate, we will need to form a pair bond. There is no time to teach the language, I must gift it to you, and you gift yours to me.”
He bit her lower lip, a small nibble that arched her spine before she commandeered his mouth once more, breathing her enthusiasm into him.
“If you mate with me...” the words turned low and husky in her brain, shivering her spine as if she could feel his breath on her exposed neck, “...we can share our language and once I am out of these chains, I will give you more pleasure than you could ever dream possible.”
Beneath the fabric of her brassiere, her nipples hardened from even the indirect contact with his flesh.
“I understand humans have different rituals for courtship, but are you willing?”
She threaded his hands through her hair, rocking her hips back and forth against him unconsciously. His entire body tensed beneath hers, the muscles coiled as if ready to spring. Pulling up for air, she considered the proposition. Sharing his body would give her access to his language. She would be the only human on Earth who could speak an alien language. A time of pleasure could yield her the greatest scientific discovery in history. No one would make her fetch coffee if she held the key to the cosmos.
Beyond that, though, she was an unattached woman who had not felt pleasure in some time. The man beneath her was willing, indescribably alluring, and harder than any stone she had ever touched. He was bound and could do her no harm. She would be in control.
She took a deep breath in, the movement brushing her dripping wet slit against his attentive length. Any practical arguments that she could come up with against the proposal vanished with that one action. Her body would not be denied, and if it would help her science, all the better. She had gone into war zones, braved plane crashes and faced down danger before. At least with Breccon Tallel, the Warrior Prince of Rune-Yon, she was promised the moon and stars of pleasure. Once again, she captured his lips like a prisoner of war, trapping him in the bounds of her body.
“I am willing.” She projected the words with every shuddering piece of conviction she possessed.
“Then, please, begin,” came the rough reply.
Katharine didn’t need to be told twice. Retreating from his kiss, she sat up on his hips, shamelessly pressing herself into him as she reached for the buttons on her blouse. From her elevated angle, she didn’t take her gaze off Breccon’s face. Desperation lurked in every corner; his body strained against his chains. It must be torture for him to surrender power. He’s a warrior. They’re nothing but power.
Ripping her blouse off of her shoulders, leaving the last few buttoned, she reached for the clasps of her bra. Perhaps the Warrior Prince had ideas of this being a fast endeavor, but the raw passion in his eyes did nothing to dissuade her from releasing her breasts from the tight captivity encasing them.
Disconnected from him, she couldn’t hear his thoughts, but she did hear the heavy groan he heaved when he took in the soft mounds of her breasts, the pebbled peaks of her hard nipples. He licked his lips and flicked his attention from between them and her eyes. A clear message. Another thrill of electricity straight to her center. Moving herself higher to his chest, she gave him what they both wanted. She lowered her left nipple into his mouth, brushing the right with her free hand. The pleasure of his tongue exploring the nerve endings of her nipple erased thought from her mind.
He looked up at her from under his eyebrows, connecting with her as he worshipped her breast. Now, his body properly thrashed, his cock standing at perfect attention, waiting for sweet release. She could tell in the way he moved against her that if he had his way, he would have pinned her down and indulged himself in the sweet taste of her long ago.
The electric ecstasy rippling through her nipples and Breccon’s hungry look were too much to bear. She wanted to enjoy herself, to mark every second of sex with this creature so that she could remember it for future study and future self-pleasure, but Katharine was too far over the edge now.
She needed him. She would have him.
But first, she would need to leave him. With one hasty leap, she left the restriction table, standing at its side for better access to his body. He growled at first, an animalistic, almost frightening sound that made her crave his freedom, just so he could exercise that desire on her fully, but quieted when he felt her soft hands reaching for the loose breeches covering his lower half. The drip of slick sliding down Katharine’s leg begged her to rip them off quickly and be done with it, but everything else commanded a slow, steady action. With surgical precision, she pulled the trousers down, pausing briefly to admire the curving arcs of his hips. She savored the sight of his erection begging to be released from its fabric prison for a moment, too brief a moment, before relieving Breccon of his breeches, letting them puddle at his ankles.
The sight of his cock robbed the scientist of her breath. It glistened, so hard and so long that even a seasoned woman like Katharine feared she would not be able to take it all. His member reflected its master, impossibly big and impossibly thick. Katharine doubted she would be able to wear her underwear out of the hangar. They were now too wet; if she ever sat down in them, the slick would seep into her skirts, giving her away.
From her place at the warrior’s side, she looked up at him for permission. Though his eyes were fire and his body restless, a bottled thunderstorm, Breccon smiled at her. It wasn’t like the smiles of the men at work or at the soda fountain; this was the smile of an equal, a partner.
And it made her want him more than she thought humanly possible. In one flick of her wrist, she excused herself from her sopping cotton underwear. Then, she climbed atop him, steadying herself with one hand on each of his nipples.
The head of his bare, lubricated cock rubbed against her liberated pussy as she rolled her hips against him, searching for his place of entry. Finally, she found her entrance, but hesitated before sinking down and filling herself with him. Do you really want this? Katharine asked herself. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Science will go on without you. You’ll do great things anyway.
But she knew this was far beyond science. She wasn’t doing this anymore because she wanted an award. She was doing it because she wanted him.
One rock of her hips and she drove herself onto him, crying out as his thick member stretched her. Though they didn’t speak the same language, she could glean from the shudder that wracked his entire body that the words he shouted were ringing praises to some deity, a Rune-Yonian equivalent of “Oh, God!” For a moment, Katharine sank deeper, allowing her body to relax around him.
She rode him slowly at first, memorizing how his cock—ribbed by the same blue tattoos that covered the rest of him—felt against every inch of her pussy. When she could no longer stand slow and steady, she rose to her full sitting height, pinching his nipples for support as she grew faster and faster
, clenching her walls around him.
What would it be like if he could touch her? Grab her hips and control the tempo? Fondle her breasts or pull her down to kiss him? What would it be like if he were free?
She trained her sights on the man beneath her, taking in every nuance of him. His thoughts were hidden, his language unreachable, but there was no mistaking the pleasure he felt. It reflected Katharine’s own. There was also no mistaking his desire to touch her, to return the favors she was paying him. With all of the motion the chains would allow him, Breccon began rising to meet her, and together they found the rhythm of their souls.
Her body was alive; every molecule vibrated and threatened to explode. Dragging one of her hands away from his chest, she moved her fingers to her swollen clit and thrummed herself in time with her strokes upon his cock. She moaned, her breath shuddering. They picked up speed, never looking away from one another.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, I’m going to... I’m going to...” But before she could finish the thought, her orgasm rattled her bones, sending shockwaves of pleasure in its wake. She kept her pace on Breccon’s cock, digging in for more pleasure, more shockwaves, and more delicious, honeyed ecstasy. Katharine gasped, coming up for air as if she had been drowned. Perhaps, in a way, she had. Drowned in rapture. She only barely had time to recover, to focus her energy back on the strong, solid body below her when she could feel Breccon’s climax building inside her.
They locked eyes. They breathed in time. Their worlds collided. And then:
“Katharine!” the warrior cried her name, but this time, he cried it out loud. His strong voice echoed against every wall, including hers, as an orgasm ripped through him like a strong wind through a weak flag. “Katharine!”
Breccon’s cock pulsed inside her. She followed through with her rocking hips until his body slackened and he breathed a satisfied, smiling, “Katharine.”
Her eyes widened, wider than they had ever been. He said my name. He said my name out loud.
* * *
Breccon Tallel hadn’t meant to let her name tumble from his satisfied, tingling lips, but now that he had the taste for it, he couldn’t stop himself from repeating those two, sweet syllables.
“Katharine.”
His every molecule hummed, his body electrified by the contact. The effects of their pair bond were only beginning to take hold of him, the invisible thread that would connect them only now beginning to string its way between their two racing hearts. Once, his mother had told him about forming pair bonds. She’d explained the intricacies of the magic that linked souls and bound them. As warriors, pair bonds helped them communicate with their lovers in battle; it operated as a sixth sense, connecting the lovers across space and time and peril.
When this Queen Katharine entered his prison and threw herself upon him, protecting him from his captors with her own fragile flesh, he knew that a pair bond wouldn’t be necessary for him to want to return the kindness. She sat upon his hips now, gazing down at him with kind, uncertain, glittering eyes. More beautiful than the sunsets of Tereiz, the humming overhead lamps in this jail glowed behind her head, fanning out around her like a crown of pure starlight.
She looked like a queen. But, perhaps, even more than that, she looked like a mate. There was something wild and unbridled in the sensuous movements of her body. His cock twitched thinking of her wrapping herself around him. When was the last time he had felt such pleasure? When had he last been drained so thoroughly by a woman’s touch? His heart skipped a beat.
“Can you...?” She dipped her body to press fully against him, and Breccon fought against a groan when his cock slid out of her. Almost nose-to-nose, she prodded his expression with her own. The trepidation, the uncertainty, the pure wonder she expressed in that one look almost made Breccon laugh. She was a precious thing, this woman who could leap upon his cock like he was a wild Jakta beast she was trying to tame, then breathe words into his ears like she was a dizzy child, “Can you understand me?”
“Yes...” He tried to catch his breath. “Can you...?”
“Yes!” She nearly laughed through her own panting.
It worked, Breccon wanted to shout, it worked! He’d travelled across space, through countless dangers, and gotten himself captured all to speak to a human, and now, he was. And not just any human. They sent their most beautiful, tender, honorable queen. He yearned for a taste of her body again, to feel her knife upon him with such pride, but he trained his eyes upon her luminous face, disciplining his gaze from travelling down the soft planes of her figure. She only bonded with him for his language; it would be a betrayal of her gift to ogle her like some kind of suggestive holocard. No matter how much he wanted her. No matter how difficult an instinct it was to fight.
“Katharine...” he paused, then corrected his informality with a reverent smile. “Queen Katharine of Earth. I thank you for this gift.”
The woman bowed her head as she removed herself from his metal bed. Curtains of long, brown hair shielded her face from his view, but it did not keep him from hearing her denial.
“I’m not a queen,” she said, reaching for the sheer fabric of her slip that only moments ago slid down the beautiful curves of her legs.
“Not a queen?” Breccon asked, furrowing his brow.
She carried herself like a queen. An armed escort guarded her like a queen. She commanded that small army with the force of a ruler. She touched him with the gentle mercy of a monarch. Rode him with the confidence of an Empress. Even now, in her rush to clothe herself—a small gift to Breccon, who found it almost impossible to keep himself from drinking in her every kissable curve—she carried the spirit of dignity in her very bones.
“I’m a scientist. My people have asked me to...” She grimaced at her choice of words, “...make contact with you. We need answers.”
Scientist. He understood the word, but not the sudden shame she exhibited at speaking it.
“If you are a scientist, then you are invaluable.”
Not just invaluable. Better than a queen.
“Why are you here?” she asked, her face suddenly tightening into a mask of professional detachment. Breccon wanted to follow her lead. After all, every second he spent here, his people’s chances of suffering would only increase. He needed to maintain his honor. But... She looked so beautiful, and the pair bond grew tighter between them by the second. He longed to hold her. Longed to press her against him. To lose himself in the place between her legs. If she moaned with such reckless abandon when she was in control, what beautiful music could he conduct out of her pleasure?
“I have come to collect a human and bring them back to my planet,” he said, fighting his own instincts to burst through his chains and cradle her in his arms. She stiffened. Fear flickered between them, fear that Breccon wasn’t quite sure he understood.
“I’m afraid humans don’t like to be collected.”
Realization dawned.
“No, no. My people...” He struggled. With this scientist, he wanted to appear every inch the strong, bold warrior about whom his people sang songs. He wanted her to see in him the master of protection and fierce leader that he was. And yet, he couldn’t help the rush of vulnerability that gripped him by the back of his neck whenever he thought about The Illness. “A sickness has taken over my planet. We are in desperate need of human medicine.”
“You came here in a spaceship. We can’t even get a rocket into orbit,” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her now-clothed chest. He desperately missed her bare breasts. “What could humans possibly do?”
How could he make her understand?
“We are just a race of warriors,” he explained, his chest tightening at the memories of his home and his people. “Anything we build, anything we discover, must serve the war machine. Our medicine is only good for healing wounds. I have come to collect a human who will help rescue us from extinction. We
have such little time left, Katharine of Earth. This is our most desperate hour.”
Please understand, he internally begged. You could be my people’s last hope for survival. Breccon held his breath as the weight of his world teetered on Katharine’s unbowed shoulders. Then, she nodded.
“We will help you. I will help you.”
“Do you swear it?”
She pressed her hand to the Warrior’s Mark over his heart. She couldn’t have known what the gesture meant; on Rune-Yon, it was the kind of gesture that one gave when the consequence of failing a promise meant death.
“I swear it.”
The familiar sound of grinding medal alerted Breccon to the opening of his prison door, a sure sign that someone was coming to take Katharine away. His heart pounded against his chest. Don’t go.
“Time’s up, Miss Parker.”
“Do not leave me. We have much to discuss—”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she swore. Her fingers ran along the chains that kept him bound, “And I’ll get rid of these.”
“Goodbye, Science Queen Katharine.”
“I’m not a queen,” she corrected.
Then, she was gone. Like a puff of smoke. Breccon relaxed his body, staring up at the ceiling that was, until her arrival, the only thing of interest in his entire world. I’m not a queen, she said.
“You are to me.”
* * *
Once outside of the Hangar, Katharine found herself hustled into a hastily constructed medical tent. Lieutenant Miller stood guard outside, shouting at her through the opaque plastic walls as she struggled under the heat of a decontamination shower. The water burned her skin. Good, maybe it will wash away the way he made me feel. She tingled with phantom sensations, the desire to run back into the hangar, rip him out of his chains, throw him down to the dirt and make love to him until they were dirty in every conceivable way. Thoughts ricocheted like bullets around her mind. In a single moment, she relished and hated the intensity of her emotions. She dismissed them. They’re just a product of sex. Sex makes you daffy sometimes. She embraced them. He’s handsome and good and noble and he gave you the gift of his language. She longed to return to his side, to liberate him from his bonds and run away with him into the stars. In the next breath, she wanted to run from this base and forget the soft manner in which his eyes tugged at the defensive layers she wrapped around herself.
