by Alyx X
“You made a decision driven by fear.”
“I did.” He hung his head. “I couldn’t see another way.”
“What if we…” I thought for a moment, considering what this might mean for my future. For my survival, “what if we found a way together?” I inched as close as my restraints would allow, wanting to touch him and solidify the connection I’d felt earlier.
He crouched next to me by the wall. He seemed drained. Defeated. “Why would you want to help me? The buyer has demanded I train you for things I don’t even—” He broke off and shuddered.
“Because I believe that you don’t want to do this.”
He turned to me and I looked into his eyes, a hazel color, the greens and browns swirling with flecks of gold. I realized that they captivated me. I saw everything he’d described in them, the lush forests and vegetation, and family, and love. I also saw his shame.
As I watched him, resolve seemed to flicker in the depths of his gaze. I hesitated when I realized what he planned to do, drawing back a fraction too late as he leaned forward. His lips landed on the corner of my mouth, and his nose smushed mine as he kissed me. I was startled, but also… warm? I wasn’t sure how to describe it, but the earnest way in which he fumbled the kiss was endearing.
He pulled away; his eyes startled. “What am I doing?” Panic crept into his gaze. “I... I didn’t mean—”
“It’s alright,” I murmured. “You’re here for a reason, I know you are. You want this. It’s why you touched me, why you can’t stay away. It’s why you aren’t leaving now.”
He looked at me, his eyes a little less fearful.
“It’s okay,” I repeated, my tone still calm, but inside victory flowed through me that he seemed to be trusting me now. I knew that he was lonely, and I was likely the first person who had shown him kindness in a long time. I could use that.
I flicked my tongue across my lips as I considered his face. Then I used my free hand to cup his cheek and his eyelids fluttered shut as he leaned into my touch. With infinite care, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. His eyes snapped open, and he stayed frozen for a moment as I gently moved my mouth, trying to encourage him to do the same.
His first movements were tentative, and I chuckled. “You really haven’t done this before, have you?”
He shook his head. “I learn quick.”
I parted my lips slightly and waited, my eyes closed. His palms came up to cup my cheeks, and I had a surprising flash of feeling delicate and safe in his careful hold. When his lips met mine for the third time, it was with deliberateness and care, and I sighed at the unexpected tenderness.
I touched his lips with my tongue until he responded, gently requesting permission. After a moment, his own tongue moved hesitantly to touch against mine, and he sucked in a big breath at the contact. His arms wrapped around me and he attempted to draw me against his body, but I winced as the chain around my wrist bit into my skin.
“Did I hurt you?” He scooted away.
“No,” I whispered. “You kissed me.” I moved my arm, and the restraints rattled. “But I’m still chained up. I can’t touch you properly while I’m like this.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key then leaned over me so his hard cock nudged up against my cheek, the fabric of his pants soft against my skin. The tension around my wrist released as he undid the lock holding the chain there and blood rushed freely back into my hand. I hesitated. I could use this chance. I could easily escape. However...
“Kiss me again.”
This time, as his hands held my face, something teased my nipple, caressing it into a tight bud, and I inhaled before glancing down at his tail.
“You are very talented with that.” I sucked in another breath at the teasing touch.
He kissed me again as I trailed my fingers down his chest. The swirling writing across his body heated under my fingers and seemed to glimmer in the light.
Soon, touching his skin wasn’t enough. I bent forward and licked along his jawline, just barely scraping it with my tongue. He made a keening sound and trembled a little.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured. I didn’t ask for his consent, or if he was okay, because he’d come back to the hold often enough that I knew he wanted me. Just as I wanted him. More than I would have thought possible. I just needed to guide him through it, since I was obviously the more experienced of the two. “How does your race usually do this?”
He laughed. “I might not be the Tryonian to ask.”
“You’re the only one I have, so you’ll have to do.” I reached for the bulge of his cock and squeezed, my grip gentle but firm. “Looks like you’ve got all the right parts, too.”
His breathing quickened. “As I know you have.”
I nodded and started to slip my other hand between my aching thighs. I was still frustrated from when he’d left me before. He watched my hand, then reached for the key in his pocket again to undo my ankle.
“Spread your legs wider,” he urged. “I want to see.”
I chuckled and did as he asked before passing my finger over my throbbing clit. The touch sent a pulse of desire roaring through me, and I touched myself again, wriggling slightly and pressing myself forward. What a strange situation to be in. Me, captured and bleeding in this man’s cargo hold, and him, drunk and stumbling through his first time. If I ever got back to Earth I’d need to make sure and write this down. For posterity. Or something.
Lyx caught my hand. “That’s for me.” He pressed his finger where mine had just been, and I moaned.
“You can touch it like that.” I gritted my teeth as I concentrated on the words. “Or you can touch it with your tongue.” I held my breath, waiting to see if he’d take the bait.
Immediately, his tail wrapped around my legs, the motion urging me to stand. He positioned himself beneath me, his hands pressed against my ass. He laid the flat of his tongue against me and I jerked away before grasping his head and pressing him closer. Damn I was sensitive to his touch. I threaded my fingers into his hair as he swirled his tongue around my clit then sucked, drawing it between his pursed lips. For how little experience he claimed to have, he seemed to know what he was doing down there.
“Just like that,” I gasped. “See, you do know.” I moved against him, meeting his tongue and his lips, grinding my body into the pleasure.
He sank his fingers deeper into my ass cheeks, and I caught my breath then pushed on his shoulders. I didn’t want to come on his tongue, I realized. I wanted to come with his cock inside of me. I’d seen him hard, he had the goods, and that was all I needed to know. That, and a desire to be closer to him, to connect with him on a different level had me begging for him to continue.
I moaned as he pushed his tongue into my pussy, taking me by surprise. Arching my back and stretching onto my tiptoes, away from his relentless mouth, I chuckled. “That’s where your cock goes. Take your pants off.” Tugging on his hair, I urged him to stand. “Time for the really fun part.”
I grinned, then gasped as his finger against my clit sent a jolt of heat through me.
He smiled, the lift of his lips almost wicked.
“Or time for the student to surpass the master.” I aimed for a casual shrug but shuddered as pleasure claimed me instead. “Either way, I’m good with that.”
“But you like it?”
“Yes.” I nodded my head and pressed kisses onto his skin, anywhere I could reach. Then I lifted my head. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”
He hesitated.
“I promise not to bite.”
He shook his head as I began to shimmy down his body. “No. This isn’t about training. Not anymore. You don’t need to do that.” He joined me as I kneeled on the floor, and I reached for his cock, wrapping my fingers around the hot shaft.
I looked into his eyes. “How do you want me?” I lifted up, pressing my naked body back against his, and heat seared through me everywhere our skin touched. His hands moved up to
wrap around my torso.
He narrowed his eyes. “Soon?”
A laugh escaped from me. “Definitely soon,” I agreed as I worked his cock in my hand, smearing his pre-cum around his head and chuckling again as his breathing grew ragged and his abs sucked in and out with every touch of my fingers. “Oh, you like that?” I acted surprised, but then his mouth crashed down on mine and his tongue invaded my mouth, greedy. I gasped as I sank into his kiss.
He lowered me to the floor, pressing me to my back, his forearm cushioning my head. All thoughts of the strangeness of this, even the strangeness of the location, flew out of my head as he positioned himself above me. Gods, I wanted him. He was so huge. His whole body covered my own. I spread my legs for him, pulling my knees up and setting my feet flat on the floor. My remaining restraint clinked as I moved but I didn’t care about that. I wanted Lyx inside me now.
“Please hurry,” I whispered, not bothering to coach him. He seemed to know what he wanted. Perhaps it was instinctive; the urge to fuck, to mate, to connect on a primal level.
He glanced down and smoothed two fingers from my clit to my pussy and back, spreading my juices up my slit. Anticipation held my breath in my chest, and I pushed my hips up toward him.
“Patience,” he murmured as he dropped a kiss to my collar bone. “I want to get it right.”
“You couldn’t get it wrong.” As I breathed the words, I knew they were true. I’d welcome anything he did to my body now.
His cock nudged at my pussy, stretching me gradually as he pushed inside. I could have come right then from the sheer relief of finally feeling him inside me. He gritted his teeth as he pushed, the cords of muscle in his neck straining as he moved in and out in small increments. I threw one leg around his waist and rocked with him, sucking in a gasp of air every time he pushed farther into my body. The cold hardness of the cargo floor added to the sensations, sharpening them.
The pleasure ramped up with every nudge until I was stretched to my fullest around his hard cock, and he paused. “I had no idea,” he murmured. “How is it that males don’t just walk around connected to their female all the time? Why would they not want to feel like this always?”
I laughed, and he arched his back against the sensation of my pussy tightening and releasing around him. “It gets better than this,” I assured him as I started to rock against him, setting a rhythm that he quickly followed then took over.
With every one of his thrusts, my awareness seemed to grow, and power radiated through my body as my blood pounded through my veins. I felt stronger as I held Lyx in my arms. Maybe it was a reflection of the way he responded to me. I laughed as I reveled in an unexpected feeling of invincibility—something I’d always projected but that had remained elusive. Fate seemed to laugh at me, of course I’d find it in the arms of the alien who’d abducted me.
He slowed his movements, his breathing hard. “Is it funny?”
“Nope.” I lifted my head and kissed him full on the mouth, pressing my tongue inside, mimicking how I wanted his cock to move inside me.
As we moved, something teased my ass, stroking around my hole, and I shifted against an awareness of the new sensation. I reached my hand, clasping the muscular thickness of his tail, and he groaned. I stoked it lightly, and he shivered. Interesting. I altered my grip and began to jack him, caressing in long strokes as he fought to hold his rhythm above me. Seems my earlier guess that his tail was for sex had been correct. Two appendages made for fucking was definitely not a problem.
He was built just right, and every thrust of his hips stroked my G-spot in a way no one else had ever managed. I gasped against him while my breathing increased as heat stoked through me in waves. Tingling started in my pussy, waves of anticipation shaking me from inside. I struggled to maintain my rhythm on his tail. The waves became faster and closer together until my body sped toward release, and I abandoned myself to anything but Lyx.
My toes curled and my calves stretched, every part of my body reaching for the release, until my pussy pulsed around Lyx’s giant cock and I dragged in breath after rapid breath. Fuuuuck, I was never returning to human men again.
I locked my gaze with his, and his eyes widened as he watched me. Then his mouth opened, and he froze above me. The only part of him moving was his cock as he came deep inside me. I watched his face twist in rapture, pleased that I’d been the one to put it there. My entire body vibrated around him, and I almost couldn’t see as the air seemed to hum.
After it was done, he dropped his head back to mine, panting. Little aftershocks of pleasure showed on his face, and he nibbled a series of kisses over my lips. “Wow. I had no idea… is it always like this? Piper, you are incredible. I had no idea.”
I gave my head a slight shake. Neither had I.
12
Lyx
I woke up with Piper in my arms. It was like she’d always belonged there, and I couldn’t imagine a bed more comfortable or cozy than that hard floor in the cargo hold. All because she was with me. Though, I winced when I realized I should have moved her to a proper bed.
As we slept, my mind had shifted. Maybe that had happened the moment I saw her, I couldn’t tell. Either way, the compulsion that I had to take her home, to do the right thing for her, roared through me in a way I couldn’t ignore. So much had changed, and I still had so much to do.
My chest itched as a new set of words scrolled its way over my heart, marking another milestone. I watched it happen, smiling at the memory of Piper writhing beneath me. The tattoos were important, marking life events and personal struggles. Last night I had been so taken with Piper, so enraptured with pleasing her and everything I was experiencing, that I’d chosen to ignore the instinctual part of me that said this was one of those moments.
Now, as I gazed at the beautiful new tattoo, I felt almost stupid for not knowing the truth. I swallowed my fear at what it would mean when she saw the tattoo. That would have to be a conversation for another time.
She had been so kind as I’d taken her. At the very least, I’d expected her to mock me for my lack of experience. Instead, she’d guided me through the process, not laughing or growing impatient. As far as first times went, I think I’d managed to have one of the best. I shivered at the memory of the way she had felt beneath me. Gods, who knew that fucking could be so incredible? I almost laughed. Everyone knew that. I was just finally catching on.
I glanced at her sleeping face, enjoying the peace I found there, and the way her eyelashes rested on her cheeks and her full lips pouted slightly. Her breathing was easy, and her chest rose and fell steadily. She was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and already my body was making the physical connections to her I’d only heard described by other Tryonians. I’d never imagined I’d find someone like this for me, especially not with us scattered all over the galaxy and out into the reaches of who knows where. I had never considered I’d even be compatible with anyone outside of my own race.
As much as I knew I had to take her home, I also wanted to keep her. More than anything else I wanted her to be happy, and all of my conflicted feelings resulted in knowing her place was on Earth. Her place wasn’t with me, travelling around in a rusting ship, struggling to survive in the boundless depths of space.
I looked at her body again, curious if she would feel what I felt. Would she know like I did? Did the connection affect human women like it did Tryonian females? I hadn’t considered it before, not even when Satyan had started talking about training. Maybe I should have. I’d only considered me, and not her, and now I looked at her and couldn’t think of anything but Piper.
I couldn’t see any changes, so I didn’t know if they were there. I tried to push the thought out of my mind as I considered what to do next.
I shifted carefully, easing myself from around her, mindful of the draft that could chill her skin now that I wasn’t next to her. The once white sheet she’d initially covered her body with lay gray and out of her reach in the corner of t
he hold, and shame coursed through me that I hadn’t even provided her with a blanket of any kind.
I hadn’t given her any sort of comfort here in the cargo hold. I’d treated her almost like an animal, without even the barest of necessities. I had excuses for my actions, but no logical reasons. She had been dangerous, sure, but I didn’t need to chain her up without clothing. In fact, in the cold light of this morning, all my choices up until now seemed cruel. I had made them to protect myself, and—I gulped—my equipment. Gods, I had felt bad about my choice to kidnap a living creature, but what did it say about me that I had gone so far as to place the safety of my equipment over the comfort of the human I’d stolen? Everything had shifted, and now I needed to begin making up for my mistakes.
I rubbed my hand across my chest, over muscles stiff from sleeping in one position, curled around Piper to keep her safe. I almost laughed out loud at the idea that I was keeping her safe while she was still chained to the wall. The two concepts contradicted each other.
I could remedy at least some of my behavior. I’d take her to the room I’d initially prepared for her, back when I’d assumed this was just about transporting a product. Back when I’d assumed this was an easy way to increase the balance in my account. Back when starving was the only thing I had to worry about.
I shifted again, and the rattle of chains across the floor reminded me that Piper was still attached to the wall. It was only one ankle, but shame sent heat rushing through me again and I moved quietly to unfasten the last lock, effectively freeing my captive human. I hesitated as a part of me whispered it was a mistake. After all, she was still my captive and still dangerous. Was it wrong for me to trust her now? Shaking my head, I finished freeing her. She’d already proven she was trustworthy, it was a waste of time to continue treating her like a wild animal. She stirred at the movement but didn’t wake up, a small smile flickering across her lips. She looked content, which was ridiculous given her situation.
