Capturing Carmen

by K. A Knight

  “Behave, little one.” His eyes narrow on mine as if trying to scare me, but all I feel is more needy than ever.

  “Okay,” I lie, knowing damn well I’ll never behave. It’s not who I am. I’ve always lived on the edge, pushing the limits, expanding the boundaries of normal, testing those in charge.

  Kronk releases my wrists and I snuggle into his chest, curling my legs up underneath me. Ryx sits next to Kronk, my back facing him. Vrid is on his other side, his chest still rising heavily as he watches me with hooded lids. Xal has moved to the other side of the okkren, facing us.

  Watching.

  Waiting.

  His dark eyes see everything, his tail twitching at his side.

  I lower my gaze to Kronk’s chest and inhale deeply. The scent of the blood covering him is driving me wild. Using my finger, I trace patterns in the tacky blood, making my own tattoos along his arm, his chest. I can hear his heart racing from where my head lies against him.

  The scent of blood invades my nose and my mouth waters as I fight the desire to taste it.

  Fuck it.

  Extending my tongue, I lick a path up Kronk’s neck. He groans as I swirl the flavour inside my mouth. The blood is like fucking lady Viagra, fueling my desire, my need. The ache between my legs ignites.

  I raise up on my knees and lick a path up Kronk’s face to his horn. I suck the dark tip into my mouth and press my tits against his face.

  His hands curl around my waist before throwing me across the okkren. I crash into Xal on the other side, who seemed ready, as if he expected no less from Kronk.

  “What was that?” I ask, exasperated. “Afraid you’ll hurt me?”

  “No, little one,” he replies. “I’m afraid I’ll fuck you so hard we might crash the okkren. You’re no use to us if you’re dead. Play with one of your other mates, or better yet, play with yourself. Let us watch as your dainty little fingers dance across that hot, pink pussy.”

  11

  Carmen

  “What?”

  Did he really just say that?

  “You can’t touch us, but you can touch yourself.” The words ricochet around, making me pant in need. Fine, they want to play like this? I have no problem getting myself off and making them watch.

  A smirk curls up my lips and Xal narrows his eyes on me as I slip back onto his lap, then turn to face the others. He reaches out to steady me, holding me to him by my thighs. Every eye is on me, and I can almost hear them wondering what I’m going to do next.

  So, I slowly spread my legs wide enough that they can see exactly how turned on I am. I drift my hands up my stomach to my breasts, cupping them both as I stare straight into Kronk’s dark eyes. Licking my lips, I feel their heavy weight before flicking and twisting my nipples, making sure it hurts. Groaning, I keep one hand there, playing with them, as the other skates down my stomach. All of their eyes follow the movement, their bodies rigid.

  Splaying my fingers over my pussy, I open my lips, letting them see all of me before stroking along my wetness. My cream coats my fingers, dripping down both thighs. My breathing speeds up as I play with myself, gliding over my clit before stroking downwards and slipping two fingers inside. A moan escapes from my throat, filling the air along with my musk. Xal is frozen beneath me, his hands cutting into my skin. The mix of pain and pleasure getting me off.

  Pulling my fingers out, I thrust them back in, riding them. I release my breast and reach down, spreading my lips again, giving them a better view as I rock against my hand. Biting my lower lip, I rub at my clit, fucking myself faster with my fingers. I can feel the release building in me. Desperate to reach it, I press back against Xal, trusting him to keep me up as I sprawl on him and raise my hips.

  Running my eyes across my mates opposite me, I note the tents in their pants and the clenching of their fists. Their horns are the darkest I’ve ever seen them, even darker than the ebony sky, and their eyes are the same colour. They look barely leashed, like they will spring at me at any moment and ravish me. The thought has me thrusting harder, slipping in another finger as I rub my clit harder.

  Close, I’m so close.

  “I wish this was your cock,” I tell Kronk, spearing myself as he watches. “Fucking me, forcing my pussy to accept it.” I look over at Ryx then. “With you in my mouth, forcing me to swallow you deeply.”

  Sweat drips down between my breasts, my voice getting huskier. “Fuck, imagine one of you in my ass at the same time, stretching it, feeling you both fucking me.”

  A mixture of growls fills the air and it throws me over the edge. I slam my fingers inside myself, my pussy clamping down on them as I come. My eyes shut in pleasure, and I slump back against Xal as I slow my pace, shivering with aftershocks. Panting, I slowly blink my eyes open. Kronk’s nostrils are flaring, his body flattened back against the seat as if that will stop him from coming after me. Vrid’s eyes are locked on my every move, as if cataloguing them.

  Even Ryx, saucy, flirty Ryx, is snarling at me, watching my pussy as I slowly remove my fingers, holding them up between us all. They glisten in the light with my release.

  “Vekking hell,” Ryx snaps.

  I look at him then, grinning. “You want to taste?”

  I feel the tips of Xal’s claws cutting my skin on either side of my stomach from where he holds me, and I groan again as the scent of my blood fills the air. It seems to make him snap, and he lets go of me instantly. I almost slide to the floor. Catching myself, I turn in his lap and straddle him, pressing my cream covered pussy to the hard bulge tenting his trousers.

  He glares at me, his lips thinned and fangs peeking through. I grind myself down on him, pressing my sensitive clit against his cock and groan, my eyes slipping shut once more. A snarl fills the air, making me open my eyes and lock on him, my mate. The dark shine of his horns catches my eyes and an evil thought hits me.

  I want them wild, I want to break their control.

  So, I grab his horn with the hand I fucked myself with and stroke my cream down it, keeping my eyes locked on his the whole time. He shudders, groaning as I do, and I grin as I lean up and lick my arousal from his horn. It’s rough in my mouth as I wind my tongue around as much of it as I can. He roars beneath me, coming up from his seat, and then I’m airborne.

  I smash into the floor, knocking the breath out of me, but he’s on me in a moment. He pins me there, pushing open my thighs and forcing his body between them. Laughter pours from my throat. Finally, yes, this is what I wanted.

  “Yes!” I giggle.

  He lowers his head to mine, but before he can make contact, he’s yanked away. Held between Vrid and Ryx, he thrashes and snarls, his eyes only for me as he fights them to get to me.

  A booming laugh comes from behind, so I lean my head back and look up at Kronk. He doesn’t try and help his Klan, he just watches and laughs. When he catches me staring, he stops and grins at me, his huge fangs barely letting him shut his mouth.

  I can hear Xal still fighting, but my focus narrows down to Kronk then. He crooks his finger at me, spreading his legs. “Come here, little one,” he orders.

  “Get off me!” Xal screams. “Need...her...now!”

  Ignoring the others fighting between themselves, I roll over and sit up on my haunches, tilting my head and watching my biggest mate. His eyes narrow.

  “Now,” he demands, getting impatient.

  I start crawling towards him, making sure to sway my ass for my other mates behind me. The snarls and fighting gets louder, but I keep my eyes on Kronk. His eyes drop to my swaying tits, and blood splatters his chin as his fangs cut into his lip. Yet, he is still relaxed in his seat, with amusement evident in his expression. When I reach his legs, I trace my fingers up his pants and grab on to his knees, but he reaches down, grabs my hips, and yanks me onto his lap. I gasp, and then my lips slide into a slow grin.

  Fuck yes, this is finally going to happen...

  But then he just pins me against him, his head lowering as the scent of meta
llic blood drifts to me from his parted mouth, making me squirm on top of him.

  “Not this time,” he says, and before I realise what’s happened, my arms are behind me, tied with rope I didn’t even see he had, and I’m turned sideways on his lap, forced to sit still. I struggle against the rope, chafing my wrists, loving the pull on my shoulders, and I thrust my chest out, licking my lips.

  “Kinky. You going to fuck me yet, big boy?” I ask.

  He strokes my legs in small, circular movements like he can’t stop touching me. I almost come apart from that innocent caress—the feel of his rough fingers trailing over my skin, the image of his bloody hands making me arch into him, begging for his touch.

  “I would throw you over my knee and spank you for being naughty, but I have a feeling you would like it,” he rumbles, and I laugh.

  “You would be right, especially if you fucked me while you did it,” I declare with no shame.

  He growls, his claws digging into my leg, his broken horn catching in the light as he lowers his head. His nostrils flare and his fangs flash as he speaks. “Unless you want everyone to die, little one, I suggest you behave.” He leans closer, his lips almost touching mine. “Once we are out of this okkren, all bets are off. You better pray you live through what I do to you for teasing us like this.”

  I moan at his words and he laughs again, pulling back as he turns and watches the rest of his Klan still struggling to subdue Xal. I want to pout, my pussy still begging for a thick cock to fill me, but the image he just painted has me wetter than ever. Will he make it hurt?

  Fuck, I hope so.

  12

  Vrid

  Kronk holds Carmen tightly in his lap, her arms bound behind her, pushing her perfect tits out. My cock throbs in my pants as my mind runs wild. Her nipples tighten when she sees me looking at them. The plump, pink tips make my mouth water as I fantasise about sucking them.

  Biting them.

  Clamping them, until her little voice grows hoarse from her cries.

  A growl escapes my throat and my horns tighten painfully. Carmen finally settles down and snuggles into Kronk’s chest. He runs his fingers up and down her spine until the tiny human falls asleep.

  She’s so beautiful, with dark hair as black as night and bright green eyes the likes of which Oxious has never seen before. My Klan and I exchange knowing glances, but say nothing. Words are not needed. The effect she’s having on us is clear from our darkened horns and blackened, lust-filled eyes.

  Mine.

  The okkren travels quickly over the city of Albenos to the outskirts where there is more land than buildings. As the champion city of Lorenthis comes into view, my mind wanders. What will this new city be like? Will our possessions be brought here? How will we be received?

  “We must stay on guard,” Xal insists suddenly.

  Ryx nods. “The others will try and steal her, claim her for their own.”

  “But we won’t allow that to happen, now will we, Klan Marix?” Kronk interjects.

  “Never.” The word leaves my lips immediately and I know, for certain, I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life as I am about my tiny human.

  Carmen.

  Her name tastes like fresh blood on my lips, sweet and warm… just like her. The soft sounds of her breathing fills the space louder than any words ever could. We are fortunate that the human who matched us best is not shy or timid. Not afraid to ask for—or take—what she wants. This girl is going to be a handful.

  Two handfuls.

  “She will require discipline should she become unruly, and I expect she will,” I advise, keeping my voice low. “She has no idea of the dangers she will face inside Lorenthis.”

  It’s kill or be killed in there. A little over half of the Klans living there have a mate, however, they are not the ones we are concerned with. Mateless Klans can, and will, try to steal a mated Klan’s human female.

  “I look forward to teaching her a lesson when she disobeys,” Kronk comments, his eyes gleaming. His handprint is still visible on her pale ass from all the swats he landed on her as he carried her down Forsaken Mountain.

  “And I look forward to slicing the heads off any who try and take what’s ours,” Ryx tells us, as he twirls a bakket through his nimble fingers. Though small, fitting into the sheath on his hip, the bakket is a lethal blade. It’s sharpened to a point so narrow, it can cut through a strand of human hair with ease.

  Xal grunts his approval, nodding at Ryx’s statement. He’s a male of few words, Xal. Usually, he grunts his way through conversation. So when he does speak, it’s important that we pay attention.

  The okkren shudders and my belly goes into my throat as it lowers itself to the ground. The landing zone is on the outside of Lorenthis. Vehicles or crafts of any kind are not allowed within the city.

  A whoosh sounds as the door rises. Xal exits first, followed by Ryx, who draws his narkket and swirls it around his body with ease, his blade like an extension of his own arm, letting any who might be watching know just how skilled he is. Kronk stands up, cradling a sleeping Carmen against his chest, and leaves with me right on his heels. Her trust in him to protect her while she sleeps is such high praise for a warrior.

  The moons still shine bright in the night sky, making Carmen’s pale skin glow like a fucking beacon to those who would try to steal her. With narrowed eyes, I scan our surroundings, looking for anything out of place. But the only unusual thing I see is a human heading our way. His stink reaches my nose and I have to stifle a gag. The human cowers as he nears, his head lowered and shoulders slouched. I’m already cursing those in charge for sending a terrified guide to lead us to our new home.

  “Klan Marix.” His voice shakes as he addresses us, before prostrating himself on the ground. “My name is Hugo and—”

  “Hugo? What the fuck kind of name is Hugo?” Ryx jests, swirling his narkket, though the human can’t see with his face pressed against the ground.

  “It-it’s my n-name,” the human stutters.

  “Well, it’s fucking shitty,” Ryx tells him. “I shall call you… Poo, instead.”

  “Poo?” Hugo questions, lifting his head to look at Ryx.

  “Yes. Because you smell like shit.”

  We all laugh at Ryx’s bluntness, and even Xal displays a fanged smile.

  “Now, up you go. You’re no use with your face in the dirt.” Ryx toes the human’s side, causing him to jump. Hugo, Poo, rushes to stand, brushing the debris off his brown tunic and pants. He’s unremarkable, with brown hair and eyes, and lightly tanned skin from working under the suns. He could easily blend into our surroundings. It’s people like him that you can never underestimate.

  “T-This way.” Hugo turns abruptly and stalks towards the gates of Lorenthis. Kronk gives me a wide-eyed look and follows after Xal and Ryx. The looming gates tower over the ground, taller than the nearest trees. The smooth, silver metal shines in the moon’s rays, reminding me of the way sunlight reflects off water. The gates slide open as we near, allowing us our first look at the city. My immediate thought is that it’s not as grand as I had imagined it to be.

  Small, circular huts line the outer ring—servants’ quarters, no doubt. The stink coming from them lets me know it’s where the human males are stationed—far away from the rest of us, so their nauseating stench doesn’t corrode our nostrils.

  The stone path we walk along winds through the servants’ quarters and over to another set of gates. The guardsman overlooking from the watchtower takes one look at my Klan and pales. Legends of us have spread far, it seems. I see his throat work as he gulps, motioning to someone else to open the gate.

  It clangs open and a skyline of large buildings fills my vision, their dark stone obscuring the horizon as the suns rise behind them.

  “Those are the battle arenas,” Poo says, having found his voice, pointing to the buildings on the left. “Inside, you’ll find training areas where you can hone your fighting skills or weaponry. The central most
building is a training center for your mate, should you wish for her to partake.”

  Mate training? This is most curious.

  “The building on the right is where you’ll find supplies,” he continues. “Clothing, food, weapons. It has everything you need to make your lives more comfortable.”

  “And where is our dwelling, guide?” Kronk growls. “I’m done with the formalities and want to get my mate home as quickly as possible. If I want to know where anything is, I’ll read a vekking map.”

  “Kronk?” a sleepy voice sounds. “Wh—” Yawn. “Where are we?”

  “On our way home, little one. We will be there soon,” he tells her in a soothing voice. It’s odd to hear our leader speak with kindness instead of malice. Something I’m not sure I’ll get used to for many moons.

  “Of course. This way.” Poo hurries along, passing between two-story dwellings. He weaves down sidewalks until we come across a home very different than the ones around it—a house fit for the elite warriors of Klan Marix.

  Perched on top of a small hill, the house looks down over the community like a bird of prey. We can see everything from this vantage point. Grey stone makes up the exterior with a large, covered, outdoor seating area for five. Circular windows are placed in equal distances around the first and second floor, allowing the suns’ rays to light up the rooms. Behind the home, ancient trees rise, giving shade on hot days.

  Already, I like this place.

  “May I ask you all to place a hand on the scanner?” Poo requests, gesturing to a small square screen beside the double doors. “This will allow only those scanned entrance to the home.”

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Ryx says, as he sidles over to the screen. The scanner flashes before a green light shines, indicating his scan was successful. Xal goes next, then me.