by Alyx X
I drew away from our kiss and watched my hand slide down her belly. She watched too and caught her breath as I probed between her parted thighs to touch her clit. She sighed and pressed closer, bucking against me in an urgent rhythm.
“Can I fuck you?” I murmured against her ear, and she nodded.
“Yes.” The word was a low moan.
“I mean, can I fuck you with my tail,” I clarified, and she froze then looked at me, her eyes widening as he lips parted.
“Please. Yes. Please, please.” She moved against my hand again. “Please. I want your tail.”
Her hand grasped my cock and began firm strokes as my tail slid between her legs, almost drawn toward her pussy on its own. I moaned as the tip of my tail pressed into her, slowly at first, then faster as I matched my strokes to her hand on my cock.
My cock throbbed and my tail pulsed as shock after shock pulsed through it, until my thoughts separated and shattered as fireworks hit me again. There was only Piper in my world. Only Piper and the pleasure she brought me.
I kissed her again, pouring all of my desperation into it as I used my tongue to stroke and soothe her, and my teeth to nibble and claim her. My hands slid down her back of their own accord while I pushed the shirt that was barely clinging to her shoulders to the floor. Every one of her curves molded themselves to me, and I cupped her ass, kneading it as I thrust into her hand and pussy.
She gasped.
“Please.” I nuzzled my cheek to her jaw. “Please let me mate you. Please. One last time. We can be together...” Desire drew threads of desperation through me. I’d never wanted anything more.
She cupped my cheek and drew my face to hers as she kissed me, the action an act of permission as she nodded her head and drew my tongue into her mouth.
My tail slid from her pussy to her ass, probing around her hole then dipping inside, and she shifted, urging my cock toward her as she widened her legs and gasped at my mouth, panting as she stretched to accommodate me.
I lifted her, pressing her against the wall and she hissed as her skin touched the cold metal. I didn’t hesitate as I slid my cock upward, thrusting into her, and her breaths came in soft panted moans as I claimed her lips again. She clung to me, and I lifted myself against her again and again until the rhythm was the only thing I could keep track of. I filled her mouth with my tongue, her pussy with my cock, and her ass with my tail, and she ground against me and whispered her pleasure against my lips.
Intense pressure built inside me until I thrust into her one last time in an eruption of passion and hot cum. She pulled away from me and seemed to flail before she stiffened and a guttural moan emerged from her beautiful lips. She fell against me, her body still trembling with aftershocks as I stilled inside her and she pulsed around me.
My legs weakened, but I held her in place, gathered in my arms, cradling my mate.
17
Piper
I’d gone to the bridge to fuck him right out of my head. He’d gotten into my mind somehow and I needed him gone, but the overriding need to have his cock inside me almost drove me crazy… So it stood to reason I could scratch that itch and be done. Right?
That had been two days ago, and I’d only succeeded in fucking him deeper into my mind. Instead of one moment and done, I craved more, wanting Lyx in spite of everything my head said was logical. I needed him with an urgency that almost scared me because it defied logic and made me question everything I knew about myself. It made me question my own mind and inner strength.
In many ways, I felt stronger than ever before. Like nothing could beat me. I had an inner confidence and assurance I don’t think I’d ever experienced, even when leading my own people. At the same time, I didn’t understand it, and I could have driven myself crazy looking for the wrong in something that felt so right.
The pull to be with Lyx became an ache in my body as well as my head, like something was missing all the time, and I joined him in his bedroom, sleeping next to him so I didn’t have to be without him. Something in me just couldn’t stay away, and I hadn’t looked back. Sleeping in his bed, everything clicked right into place. This was the place that felt right, the place I was meant to be. The warrior in me, the prideful side of me, said he still didn’t deserve my newfound devotion. A small part of me hated that I’d given up fighting the man that had kidnapped me from my home planet. Another part of me whispered that it was fate.
On the bridge, after he asked me, begged me to take his cock in my body, and we mated for the last time—so not the last time after all—everything between us had grown. My feelings, my body, my awareness of Lyx and our connection.
He held me as we slept, and I awoke in his arms, his silent, tangible protection keeping me safe. I’d never experienced that. I was always the one who protected others and kept them safe.
The heat of his body burned against me, and I wriggled around to face him, taking in his expression, relaxed in sleep. Then I grinned. I could soon fix that. He wouldn’t be relaxed for long.
I kissed his soft lips and flicked my tongue against them, then drew back and waited.
His eyes snapped open and he grinned. He kissed the edge of my jaw, and I shifted, exposing more of my neck for his attention.
He paused in his path and I was about to say something in protest, but he looked at me and mischief flared in his gaze. Before I had time to wonder why, his tail wrapped around us then slid between my legs and rubbed against my clit. I jumped as heat ran through me and all my muscles seemed to tense and relax at once. His touch was like a drug, and I craved more.
“What are you doing?” But my voice came out as a half-moan. I knew what he was doing, and I liked it.
He kissed me again, an open-mouthed kiss against my collarbone, and his tongue trailed over my skin, searing me with his ownership. “You’re mine,” he murmured, “and I’m going to claim you as often as I want.”
Flames licked through me at his words, and I shivered in anticipation.
His tail dipped inside my pussy, just a bit, and I clenched, trying to keep him inside, but he withdrew and teased my wetness along my slit to my swollen clit. I froze as he drew showers of sparks to my pussy, and my breath lodged in my chest as I waited to see what he’d do next.
My clit was sensitive, so sensitive, and responded to every tiny movement he made with that skillful tail, until I tightened my lips together to contain another moan. I arched my back, pressing against him instead, and my harsh panting filled the silence of the room.
He sucked on one of my nipples, drawing it into his mouth as his tail rolled across my clit again and again, setting a rhythm I couldn’t match. I dragged in another breath and reached for his cock as his hands smoothed over my skin to my waist.
Then he shifted me, rolling me to my back and positioning himself above me, his already engorged cock resting briefly against my thigh. I automatically reached to take it into my hand again so I could direct it to where I wanted it most, but he chuckled, making me pause.
“Good morning, Piper. Not so fast. I want to savor you. We have all the time we need to enjoy each other, and I intend to have a very good morning.”
I about melted under his touches, wanting all the time he had promised as I moved against him. He teased me, holding himself just out of my reach as his tail continued to work across me. Then he slid up my body, his heavy cock grazing across my stomach, taut with tightened muscles, and higher, until it tapped against my lips. Like it was seeking entry.
I opened my mouth, flicking my tongue against his soft skin, and he groaned, pressing closer as pre-cum beaded at his tip. I sucked it off, his wonderful taste coating my tongue, and I closed my eyes from the sensory input as I worked my hips to the beat of his tail against me. I just wanted to focus on one thing at a time, but I couldn’t because I wanted all of him.
I parted my lips farther in response to his quickened breaths, enjoying his obvious pleasure as I drew him into my mouth and smoothed my tongue around the head of his co
ck. He rocked against me, pressing further into the back of my throat as he fucked both my face and my pussy. I cupped his balls, rolling them between my fingers as his rhythm faltered. Then he growled before picking up speed again. His cock slid over my lips again and again, and I sucked on him as if he gave me life, while my hand ran up and down his hard shaft. I moaned around him, and he shuddered as he came. Hot streams of cum filled my throat, and I swallowed eagerly.
Whatever species Tryonians were, they certainly seemed to be built for sex. The tail, the large cock, his body too, it all seemed to be designed to derive pleasure. His cum tasted delicious, almost like cinnamon. Most of it went down with my swallow, but the hint of cinnamon stayed on the back of my tongue. I groaned, sucking the last of it out of him as he continued to twitch and jerk above me.
Panting, he gazed at me. “You’re so beautiful like that. Does it taste… like anything?” He seemed hesitant, nervous even, as he asked. I slid his cock out of my mouth and smiled, still clenching around his tail as it continued pumping into me.
“It tastes like cinnamon, actually. Is that a Tryonian thing? Does all your cum taste like that?” Gods, even while he held a conversation, his tail worked my pussy and clit, driving me toward my own orgasm.
He looked thoughtful, then said, “It is supposed to taste like whatever the female enjoys the most. I have never heard of this ‘cinna-men’, but I am happy you enjoy it.”
I nearly laughed out loud, but was cut off by a particularly well-placed thrust of that tail. “Fuck. Well, I definitely won’t complain about that.”
His cock, now back in my hand re-hardened at my statement. He lifted his face back to mine, while I began pumping his cock to return it to full hardness. I still wanted it between my legs.
He kissed me, his tongue stroking the inside of my mouth as his tail pulled out of my pussy and flicked back down my slit to probe my asshole as his cock slipped into my pussy instead. He forced a gasp from me as he entered both of my holes at once.
I gasped again, pleasure rushing through me at being so full, and I arched my back, not sure whether to escape the sudden pressure threatening to erupt inside me or press against him as he stretched me wider for him. I clenched and tightened against the intensity of invasion, then relaxed in welcome as I moved against him.
He nipped at my lips, and I sighed in satisfaction at the friction of his skin against mine and the pressure his cock and tail kept on my G-spot, pressing both sides of my pussy wall and offering me no relief. I burned with need for him, and each of his touches sent more sparks racing through me until I could barely form a thought.
I sighed and gave myself over to the sensation of being loved and claimed by him, moving in time with him as he filled me. Without warning, he growled low in his chest and his movements increased in pace as he chased an orgasm that seemed just out of reach. Then my world blurred, beginning to spin away as my muscles tightened, coiling and winding. I caught my breath and held it in my chest, ready to ride the moment of release—
Lyx arched his back away from me and a howl of animalistic pain broke loose from him as his face creased in lines of agony. His cock softened and fell away and his tail slipped from my body as he tumbled to the floor with a crash that shook the ship.
His absence from on top of me revealed a squad or Urdruck raiders at the door to his bedroom, their laser guns trained on both of us.
For a moment, nothing made sense in the confusion of my ruined orgasm. My pussy throbbed with unanswered need, and I struggled to understand where Lyx had gone.
Then the raider at the front stepped forward. “Well, well, if we haven’t just caught two little space thieves with our ship still attached to theirs.”
I glanced at him, shaking my head to try to clear the drug-induced state Lyx placed me in. Then I went cold. The bond. I couldn’t feel the bond anymore!
“You thought you could take our ship?” The leader spoke again, and his rough voice galvanized me into action.
I leapt from the bed, the tangle of sheets that had spilled to the floor slowed me as I rushed at him, my arms out and a roar of anger burning in my chest. His eyes narrowed above his face armor as I approached, and he waved a signal with his hand.
The pain burned through me before I heard the weapons fire and I looked down at the welts and blisters already forming on my skin as a wail I didn’t recognize rose into the air. Agony ripped through my body, and I slumped to the floor as the raiders advanced, seeming to move in slow motion as I tried to get away, tried to scoot across the floor to Lyx, but I was frozen in place. None of my limbs moved, no matter how hard my mind fought.
The sound of the raiders’ steps echoed around me, pounding through my head. They grabbed Lyx, and his body slid over the floor as they dragged him toward the door. Unable to move, I could only watch as they dragged my—possibly dead—mate away from me.
Then one of the black-suited aliens paused over me, and broken snippets of conversation seeped through the white noise of my blood rushing through my ears. The room sounded echoey and distorted, like a bass beat couldn’t keep time.
He kicked my foot. “What should we do with this one?”
“Damaged goods.”
I couldn’t tell where the voices were coming from.
“Do you think he came in her?”
One of them laughed. “Shoot her again just to make sure.”
The liquid fire ran over my skin again as they turned and left, their boots against the metal ship floor the only noise I could hear, until the same odd wailing sound as before filled the room.
And that wail continued until my vision blurred, blackness flowing around the edges until I could see nothing.
Then finally, I was quiet.
18
Lyx
The chains pinched my wrists as I swung, spread-eagled, against what was clearly a torture wall. Weapons hung on racks at one end and there were blood stains in various colors on the metal wall and floor. I tried to shake the dizziness from my head, but it was hard. My tail ached where they’d stomped on it. They’d chained it flat to the wall, too.
I shook my head again, trying to remember what had happened, but my only thought was Piper’s pain echoing through my head. They’d hurt her. I rattled my chains, but I couldn’t get free.
My last memories before that were pleasure—extreme pleasure—then sudden, terrible pain. Urdruck raiders had once again boarded my ship without my knowledge, and shot me with their weapons like the cowards they were—while my back was to them, while I was…busy.
Pain reverberated through my head, bringing with it a memory of being dragged through my ship, my head bumping along the floor and over the threshold of the portside door, to where they’d anchored a second ship. A second fucking ship that had overridden any security systems I’d managed to bring back online. When this was all over, I needed a serious upgrade.
I didn’t have time to think about that. I didn’t even have time to consider hanging around ass-naked in an Urdruck ship. My worries for Piper were almost overwhelming.
At a noise on the other side of the room, I cracked open my swollen eyes. Somewhere between fucking Piper and hanging me on a wall, they’d beaten me. A group of Urdruck’s filed in, their boots stomping out a loud drumbeat that made my head ache. I couldn’t appear weak.
I wouldn’t.
I stared at them defiantly, my chin jutting out, daring them to touch me again. Like everybody else out there, they would underestimate Tryonians, and that would be when I struck, taking them all out like their previous squad. I almost scoffed. Apparently, these guys never learned. I was a Tryonian separated from his mate, and that fact alone made me dangerous.
But I kept quiet. Better to surprise them later.
They were all cowards. Each of them still wore their armor, even onboard their own ship. Made me curious what they would look like underneath it. Maybe they didn’t have a skeleton. Maybe they had no skin.
I rattled my chain and made a quic
k jerk toward them, lunging out, but I was quickly snapped back, and the guy who seemed to be the leader laughed. The sound was coarse and ground over me like rough gravel.
“Can’t do much now, can you, tail-licker?” He taunted me as he paced left and right across the small room, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of watching.
I kept my head straight forward, focusing on the far wall rather than the Urdruck bastard.
“You really thought you could kill my men and get away with it?”
I didn’t react. They’d boarded my ship first, but it didn’t seem wise to remind this guy of that.
He walked to the end of the room with the weapons, and I rolled my eyes to the side, flinching at the ache it caused in my face.
He grabbed a knotted leather whip and cracked it, the sound splitting the air in the room. I didn’t mean to flinch, but I did, and he laughed again.
“You thought you could steal our master’s property and get away with that too? Stealing our property is one thing… But taking his is something else entirely.” He cracked the whip again, but this time I stayed completely still.
I’d been expecting it. That was his pattern. Some sort of statement about my actions or fate followed by a whip crack. He was clearly a fairly simple guy who liked the sound of his own voice.
I stared at him. “What master?”
But he didn’t answer.
And I didn’t care. Because I knew. I’d worked it out the last time these raiders had messed with me. I realized Satyan had double-crossed me, that he planned for me to abduct the human then to dispose of me. He planned to come out with everything—his money, my ship, and my mate.
The door slid open again, and Satyan waddled through it, his red face bulging in all the wrong places as he laughed. He wobbled like his frame contained as few bones as possible, and my stomach roiled.
