by Sabrina Kade
“Relax. It’s late,” he says, though it’s obvious he isn’t enjoying this part of the job. “I promised that you would be allowed to see the other women. But I would still like to talk.”
“There’s nothing left to talk about!” I snap, no longer caring if he hits me or not. I want out. Away from Korben’s sexually frustrating presence and confusing desire to get to know me. “This isn’t part of the job, you ass! We’re supposed to have sex, not a Breakfast Club-esque get-to-know-me session. Seriously, what does any of this matter?”
“I told you already.” He sounds irritated as he pulls me away from the curtain. It’s not painful though, and I’m slightly relieved that he isn’t ready to assert his complete dominance over me physically. “Please don’t squirm so much. Don’t try to run away. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, bullshit!” I snap, struggling harder in his grip. “You’re a Sidyth, that’s what you do!”
“That’s what some of them do.”
“And you’re the prince of your people! Of course, you’d be one of the worst!”
Immense pain flickers across his features as though I’m the one squeezing the life out of his arm. I slow a bit, curling my lip into a snarl. “Oh what, you’re disgusted now? Have I pissed you off? What are you doing here anyway? Is this like a bachelor party for you?” My eyes widen with realization. “That is what it is, isn’t it? This is some screwed up alien bachelor party. This place is like Las Vegas to you.”
He seems exasperated. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Blythe.”
“You’re on vacation. A party. You rented out this place to fuck girls—”
“That is not why I’m here.” His expression darkens considerably, and this is the maddest I’ve ever seen him. A vein in his neck pulses violently and he no longer seems worried about hurting me as he yanks me back further into the room. I don’t bother to scream. There’s no point. Instead, I try to maintain my dignity as he tosses me onto the bed and I crash onto my back. I quickly try to sit up, but Korben’s on me like a blanket, weighing me down not only with his strength but his eyes.
He looks fucking ruined.
“I am not here for a party. None of us here are.” His voice comes out like a hiss.
He’s pissed. I’ve pushed him too far. He crawls onto the bed, and I try to wriggle away, but he’s too strong. He easily pushes me onto my back, pinning my wrists with both hands. I glare at him, hate filling my eyes, but shockingly there’s no hate in his.
“Blythe, it’s important for you… for all of you humans to understand we’re not here on vacation.”
I stop struggling long enough to look up at him. I hate that his cock is hard, and I hate even more that I’ve grown wet. I’ve missed his body on top of mine. I’ve missed his cedarwood scent and his heated gaze. I don’t want to talk. I want to have sex, and it couldn’t be more obvious that he wants to as well.
Maybe there’s a way I can make this right. For now, at least.
“I’ll make a deal with you.” My voice sounds raspy in my ears. I’m desperately trying not to get horny and failing miserably. He is too. His cock twitches in response to my words, and he remains hanging over me. Three hundred pounds of muscle and flesh. I swallow. “Tell me why you’re here, and I’ll say it.”
“Say what?” His voice is still like a hiss. I try not to be frightened.
We both need this if we’re going to get anywhere with talking. The sexual tension is too high. I need a release. We both do.
“I’ll say I want you to lick me,” I say huskily. “Because I do.” I wriggle my hips under the weight of his, eliciting a pained and needy groan from Korben’s throat. “I can’t concentrate. I can’t focus. I need you to lick me, Korben.” A rare vulnerability creeps into my voice. I’m sure he can see it. “But I also need to know why you’re here. Otherwise, I’ll always assume the worst.”
“Are you saying you want to get to know me?”
“If that’s what you want, but I can’t tell you about me without getting a little something in return.”
“Is me eating your pussy not something in return?”
I snarl, but there’s a hint of a smile in his voice. The fucker is teasing me again with that stoic expression. He clears his throat.
“If I tell you, you must promise that you will not tell the others right away. Let my brothers tell them their own story in their own time. It is important.”
“Why?”’
“Promise me. I’ll tell you why I am here, and I will make you come. I think you are getting the better end of the deal here.” He’s getting desperate, already lowering his head between my thighs, but I can’t let him do this until I know why he’s here living underground on a deserted planet and buying humans to be carriers. None of this makes any sense.
I decide to keep my mouth shut as long as Korben proves to be someone I can trust even though it’s obvious that he isn’t going to let me out of the room at least until tomorrow.
“Alright,” I say quietly, pushing my hands through his hair and lifting his face to mine before he can get to work. “Tell me why you’re here.”
His eyes close. And then open.
“We have been exiled. We are rebels to our people, and when we were caught, we had to choose between death or exile. I’m a coward, I suppose. I didn’t want to die.”
My eyes widen. “But you’re a prince.”
“A former prince,” Korben clarifies. “Now, I am nothing but a traitor to my people.”
CHAPTER SIX
Korben
Hanging over my Chosen, I’m not exactly sure what to expect now that I’ve told her why I’m here on this awful rainy planet. She said something about a party, and though I didn’t follow the exact terminology, it’s obvious that she thought my brothers and I were on some pleasure excursion. I wish that were true. It would have been so much easier to explain to Blythe. She would have welcomed my tongue into her pussy if my story had been prettier. As it is, she merely stares at me with the expression I hate most. Fear. She’s afraid of me. Again. And why shouldn’t she be? She’d already made it perfectly clear how she and other humans view Sidyths.
Monsters. Cruel race.
And I am the former prince of these people.
Of course, she’s frightened to find out that I’ve been exiled from my planet. If Sidyths on their homeworld are monstrous, then how awful must one be to have been removed from their planet?
“So say something.” I want to make my voice sound kind so as not to frighten her further, but I feel as though I have already lost her. Maybe there is no point in trying to change who I am. After all, I was never cruel enough at home; maybe I could find a way to be cruel here. Maybe the other dark-haired female would welcome me more than Blythe has.
“Why did they exile you?” Her voice is tentative, as though she’s afraid of upsetting me. I lower my attention and notice her eyes are still hooded. And though I don’t want to get excited, I swear there’s a trace of arousal in the air.
Can it be possible?
I swallow hard. “For my birth day, my father decided to give me a party—”
“So this is—”
“No!” I shout, immediately trying to relax. “No. It was years ago. On the age of my coming into mandom. He brought women from all over the galaxy to allow me the chance to find my perfect Chosen. Well, that is not fair; he brought different Sidyths from all over the galaxy. I tried to get to know them, but that is not what being a man is about. He… he wanted me to me to kill one of these women. It was only then that I would be able to become accepted by my people as the next king.” I glance down again, wondering if she’s getting ready to run, but she merely stares back. My pulse races as her large breasts heave beneath that tiny top.
“May I sit up?” she asks. “It’ll be easier to hear this story if your cock isn’t poking me in the stomach.”
A smirk reaches my eyes. I’m not sure if she even notices it, but I do as she requests because
she hasn’t run away yet. I move slowly, allowing her to slide beneath me into a seated position at the head of my bed, and hold my breath. She’s going to run. She has to run. Why isn’t she running?
“You don’t have to sit so far away. I just wanted to sit up.”
I gaze down. She’s wet for me. I can practically taste her juices already dancing upon my tongue. Nodding, I slide closer to her on the bed and try to settle my face into something soft. Sidyths are not known for their warm emotions or smiles, but if I try, will she feel safer? Or will she focus upon the fangs in my mouth? She’s quiet, but there’s a difference in her usually detached dark eyes. I told her I'd been exiled, but now she knows that my people kill others for sport. I’ve never heard great things about humans, but I assume my Chosen has never taken another’s life. Still, her dark eyes remain on mine as I gather the courage to tell her more.
“In our society, women have always been something that is below the men.”
“Like that’s such big news,” she says drily, and I tilt my head.
“These customs are not new to you?”
She shakes her head. “Hardly. I mean, we don’t kill people for birthdays, but women are used to being second-class citizens.” She bites her lip. “So your father wanted you to kill some innocent chick who thought she had a chance to marry you, huh? Is that… is that standard practice for Sidyths? I’ve never heard it mentioned before.”
“It’s for the uppers of our society,” I say. “Most of us here… are members of that class. And many of us do not like the custom. It is brutal and cruel. I do not mind pleasuring a woman to the point of pain, because that is the way of our women, but I do not relish the idea of hunting one for sport.” I shudder. “The woman I chose for sport was a beautiful soul. I cherished her. I loved her. But she was below my father’s class, and he wanted me to have nothing to do with her. And so she was kidnapped and dropped into the hunting ground. I was informed that I had twenty-four hours to hunt her down and bring her heart to him.”
She lowly lifts her eyes. The color still startles me. “You couldn’t do it? You… you let her go?”
“I tried to.” Memories of Orden’s eyes come racing back in a painful rush. The look of betrayal when I found her in the hunting area; the look of shock when I told her I couldn’t kill her. And the look of utter despair when I brought her alive back to my father’s room and… “Fuck,” I hide my face in my hands, trying to suppress my shudders. But it is impossible. I am not the cruel, unforgiving monster that my father wants me to be. I couldn’t take an innocent life to prove that lower women are simple creatures.
And so he took Orden’s heart right in front of me.
I still remember how he flicked the blood on his hand to the floor.
“And so it began,” is all I can say to Blythe. “I researched and discovered there were others who felt the same as me. Those who had the coming into mandom ceremony on the horizon who did not want to kill. Those who had killed and lived with regret. Those who had family members who lived in regret. We banded together, planning to take the throne by force from my father, but he had a traitor on the inside. He quickly found out what we were up to, and we were given a choice.”
“The choice to live or die. How gracious of him.” She turns sour. “You said you didn’t want to die. So you chose to come here?”
“And after I made that decision, about thirty others joined me. The rest either remained silent or were eventually found out.” I jut my chin towards the privacy curtain. “There’s a fair mixture of them down here with me, but most are good men and loyal subjects. There are others who are not as sure how they feel about me anymore now that I have gotten them exiled from their home. And there are others…” I trail off, not wanting to frighten or disgust my Chosen further. “And so now you know, Blythe. I am still a monster, yes, because what is worse than betraying your people? I am not a murderer.”
She does not say anything at first, and for a moment it looks like she’s going to get up and leave calmly. That she will seek out another Sidyth, a younger one who was never offered the opportunity to murder.
“So you never killed anyone?”
“No!” I tightly grip Blythe’s tiny hands. “No, I have never hurt one.”
“Are there ones out there who have?”
I cannot lie to her. I bob my head up and down. “They are the ones who live in regret,” I say quietly. “They joined me in the revolution because they didn’t like the idea of anyone else going through what they have gone through. To take an innocent woman’s life… it was not for me. It never was. And…” I trail off carefully, lifting my hand to her face and cupping her soft cheek, “… it never will be. I have chosen you to be mine, Blythe, but not for murder.”
“So why?”
“Why?” my voice cracks. “You are strong and beautiful. I heard how you led the women here with the Todas. I learned how brave you are. I watched you come after the girls who stumbled into our lair. How could I not want someone so brave as my Chosen?” I decide to leave out the part that it came down to her and another dark-haired human.
Jealousy is a problem reaching every corner of the galaxy.
“I want to show you Sidyths can be kind.” I swallow deeply. “If you’ll let me, that is.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Blythe
He’s not a murderer. He’s not a monster. And as much as I want to scream at the top of my lungs that he must be lying, there’s something about his blazing eyes that makes me believe him. Though it is hard to get over the idea that Sidyths are even more monstrous than I initially imagined. Hunting women for sport sounds like something straight out of a horror movie. I wish I can tell York about it. She was worried that we’re in a Margaret Atwood novel? Try a Stanley Kubrick movie. I lick my lips, recalling all the times I’d spent with Sidyths and wonder how many times they must have wanted to throw me into the hunting grounds. Questions flood my mind about what that must be like and how many of the others here have killed someone.
But I can’t bring those words up yet. For now, I am somewhat satisfied with the words Korben has spoken. This part of him, this dark side of his people is something he didn’t have to tell me, and I would be none the wiser. And now, I can’t dismiss the small building connection to him. He wants to show that his people are not cruel. And so, feeling a bit surer of my footing with this stranger, I pull my face away from his hand and lower myself onto my back on the bed.
“So show me,” I whisper.
His eyes widen and his tongue darts out without permission. He seems shocked by it and covers it with his hand.
“It’s okay,” I mutter. “It’s instinct, right?”
“I don’t want to frighten you,” he mutters, leaning over me just the same. “I have told you a horrible tale, prepared myself for you to run in fear. And yet you spread yourself for me. I cannot help but feel that this is not genuine.”
I’m shocked. “What wouldn’t be genuine about it?”
“Are you asking me to lick you because you want me to… after all of this? Or are you still convinced that you owe me in some way?” He looms closer and before I have a chance to respond, his tongue laps away some of the sweat on my neck, and my hips buck.
“Ohhh…” Words fail me at the moment.
I’ve been with all sorts of types all over the universe. I’ve been bitten and slimed over. Squeezed and choked. I’ve seen all sorts of humanoid and nonhumanoid aliens. And yet, nothing prepares me for the softness and gentleness of Korben’s licks. It’s like the man can find the individual veins protruding through my skin and focuses only on them. Plus, he’s hard. A stone hard cock brushes against the lower part of my belly, making me shiver with need. I’ve never had sex with a Sidyth before. I’ve only been fucked. But this feels different than my other experiences with his race.
“Can you take off your shorts?” I ask, knowing full well I’m changing the subject. It’s not the answer he wants to hear. He wants me to tell him I d
on’t feel obligated to give him pleasure. That I only like him because he’s never killed an innocent woman simply because it’s part of his cruel race’s traditions.
But, dammit. I can’t do that. How long is this is supposed to last? I don’t even know if this is still all a part of his planet’s tradition and screwing a filthy human whore will somehow atone for his earlier sins.
But I can look at his dick, right? There’s no harm in that.
As though annoyed, he lowers his head and nips me gently on the collarbone, but his teeth are sharp, and I still gasp from surprise. He doesn’t seem to mind though as he pulls away.
“Are we going to give each other pleasure?” he asks, still wearing that heated gaze.
“If you want to,” I ask.
“Do you want to?”
“I only asked you to remove your shorts.” I try to turn playful, desperately wanting some of the seriousness to evaporate. I’m not used to this. I’m not used to questions and learning about the aliens I’m supposed to spread my legs for. “Are you going to do it, or not?”
And then he smiles and removes his shorts.
I remember why Sidyths are such confident motherfuckers.
Korben is hung.
I shouldn’t be surprised, and as he kicks off his shorts to a corner of the room, I shouldn’t allow my mouth to hang open. But damn, his dick looks like a rainbow. There are scales over the entire length, which clocks in at over a foot. Maybe more. Never before have I so badly wanted a ruler. My eyes drop back to his dick as he stands there proudly, challenging me not to look at the massive length hanging between his toned thighs. But I’m not that strong. Like his cheeks and arms, the scales are like a beautiful contour on his dick, and I’m willing to bet the texture’s the same too. I want to find out. Even to this day, I remember that python purse at the thrift store and how it made me feel like I’d fucking made it. Korben’s dick would most likely feel the same.
“It will not bite you,” Korben says, gaining his detached confidence back as he takes a step forward. His dick thickens and swells. “And if you admit that you want it, I would be more than happy to stick this inside your pussy.” I expect him to grin, but there’s no emotion on his face now.
