by K. A Knight
Xal.
His name sends a rush of pleasure through my body, remembering exactly how well he fucked me. Jesus, he was like a wild animal. My pussy clenches at the reminder as wetness gathers in my center.
He wants to watch, so I’ll make sure to give him a show.
Putting an extra sway in my steps, I head back upstairs, giving him a clear view of my pussy and ass. I’m hoping he’ll be inside one of them soon. I don’t hear anything, more a shifting of air behind me that lets me know he’s still there.
“Are you going to just watch? Because I’m going to bathe, so feel free to join me,” I whisper teasingly, before sipping my drink and sauntering back to my room, leaving the door open.
18
Xal
I follow silently behind our little mate. The vixen twists her hips enticingly as she enters the bedroom. Carmen left the door open, inviting me inside, so I trail behind her, her ass swaying as she saunters into the bathroom. Steam is already curling around the room and my mate is bent over the tub, testing the water when I enter.
Her pert little ass is up in the air for all to see, showing me the shadow of her tight pussy, making my cock painfully hard. My tail lashes the floor, and my horns and eyes darken to midnight at the display she is putting on for me.
She likes me watching.
The thought has me leaning back against the wall as I run my eyes all over her body, remembering the way she screamed for me as I took her in front of everyone. Letting them see that she is mine, letting them hear her screams of pleasure. Their envious stares spurred me on like nothing else, and the horny eyes of my Klan watching me fuck our mate made me explode before I meant to.
She is ours.
Ours to touch, taste, fuck...to do with whatever we want, whenever we want. And I plan to. Nothing and no one will stand in my way, and I know she wants me as much as I want her.
She places her drink on the floor in reach of the tub, before bending over and spreading her legs, making sure to give me a clear shot of her still raw, pink, wet pussy. I should let her rest, let her heal. Our claiming had been rough, so we agreed to sleep alone, knowing if any of us woke up next to her, we would end up taking her again.
What fools we were to think our mate would allow that. What she wants, she takes, and right now she’s seducing me, claiming me like I did her. Straightening again, she holds the edge of the large tub as she climbs in, sinking into the belly high water with a hiss of pleasure. She ducks under, slicking back her hair, before she looks at me with a knowing smirk. Her eyes trace down my body like I did hers, noting my nakedness. I had been in bed, but not asleep, when I heard her tiny little footsteps. She had stopped outside my room, and like a fool, I had followed after her, helpless when it comes to our mate.
“Touch yourself, I want to watch,” she orders, tilting her head against the edge of the tub and observing me curiously. The water should be helping her heal, it does have restorative properties that her planet does not. Although a sting from Vrid’s tail would also do the trick. The blood we rubbed into her skin during the Vultana, which is now flaking off into the bath as she settles in the water, will also help her heal.
“You don’t want me to touch you?” I ask, surprised. My rough voice makes her smile and her eyes light up the same way ours would darken. I don’t talk as much as my Klan mates, I don’t feel the need to. Silence can be a strength. I only talk when it’s necessary, but for my mate, I will.
“Not yet, I want to see you touch yourself. Show me what you like,” she purrs, her eyes watching me intently.
“Why do you want to watch me?” I inquire slowly, my tail jerking at the thought as my cock bounces against my stomach, making her grin even wider.
“You watched me, it only seems fair.” She props her head on her hand and waits, just staring into my eyes as I stare into hers. I try to gauge her reaction, see what turns her on...I’ve heard a lot about humans, but ours seems different. More...demanding, in control, sure of herself. Where other human females are meek and timid, ours is proud and bold. I find myself liking it. So much so that I do as she orders.
Tracing my hand down my stomach, I grasp my cock, wrapping my hand around it and tugging at it a few times. Her small, pink tongue darts out and wets her lips, making me growl as my tail dances next to me. The urge to stick it into her mouth and let her taste it fills me with desire. I wonder how she will react to our tails. They come in useful in battle, but also for our mates. Some humans are scared of them. I have heard some don’t let their mates touch them with their tails or show them what they can do.
Carmen seems interested, really interested. Her eyes flicker to it, watching it move as I slowly fuck my own hand, imagining it’s her tight little pussy gripping me again. “What can you do with it?” she asks curiously, looking at my tail to show me what she is inquiring about.
Never good with words, I go for the simplest option. “Would you like to see?”
She nods straight away. “Fuck yes, show me,” she purrs.
Releasing my cock, I step closer and she moves back on her knees in the water, giving me room to enter the tub with her. The water reaches my thighs where I stand as she kneels in front of me, the liquid lapping at her heavy breasts, the tight little buds at the ends begging for my mouth.
“Don’t scream, or they will barge in here and ruin our fun,” I warn, my voice raspy from so much talking in a small space of time.
She grins up at me then. “I’ll only scream if you make me, think you’re up to the job?” she teases, leaning forward and licking the head of my cock, causing my hips to jerk, before sitting back and batting her eyelashes at me like nothing happened.
Slowly bringing my tail forward, I let her reach out and stroke it like you would a cock, making me growl in the back of my throat. She watches my reaction, noting it, and does it again. I yank it away, remembering what I was doing, before I throw my plan to the wind and bend her over the tub ledge and fuck her with it.
“Open your mouth,” I growl.
She winks. “Now we’re talking.” She opens her mouth wide, blinking up at me.
Slipping my tail slightly inside her mouth, I let her get used to it, and when she closes her mouth around the tip, licking around the end, I growl again, reaching down and burying my hands in her hair. I know when she tastes it, my venom leaving the end. She groans around me, her eyes closing in bliss as she laps at the liquid. Pulling back, I take my tail from her, not wanting her to have too much until her system is used to it.
In battle, my sting can be used to disable and even kill enemies, but for my mate? It does something even better. It enhances everything she feels, and every touch, every inch of pleasure is magnified. It will make sex more intense for her, ensuring the best chances of reproducing with her mates.
Her eyes blink open, her lips parting on a pant. “What is that?” she queries, her chest heaving as she grabs at my thighs, tugging me towards her with a needy moan. “Xal, please,” she begs.
Dropping to my knees in front of her, I push her back with my hand in the center of her chest until she drops into the seat just below the water. Leaning my head down, I cover her lips with mine, tasting my venom on her tongue as she slips it into my mouth. She licks at my fangs, making me groan and grab her.
Yanking my mouth away, I drag the tip of my fangs down the side of her throat. She arches into me and a loud moan escapes her lips from the slight touch. Her eyes are glazed in pleasure from my sting and my mouth. Watching her, I trace my tail down the valley between her breasts and across her stomach to her pussy. Once there, I stroke it down her folds and back up again, lightly, teasingly, showing her exactly what our tails are capable of.
“If you don’t fuck me, I’ll fuck myself,” she snaps. I grin slightly and flick my tail against her clit, again and again, making her mewl and writhe beneath me.
“Xal!” she yells, her eyes blown wide and her lips slack with pleasure as her release flows through her. Licking my lips, I trace down her pussy w
ith my tail, gathering her release on the tip and bringing it to my mouth...I can’t help but growl as the sweet taste of my mate coats my tongue.
She gasps when I suddenly dive under the water, grabbing her thighs and throwing them over my shoulders. I’m cautious not to impale her soft skin with my horns as I lap at her pussy, obsessed with the taste of her. I would eat her all the time if I could.
She tugs on my horns, pulling me against her center, and she screams, pushing against my face, undulating against me as she comes again. Pushing up from the water, I slip between her thighs, but she surprises me by tackling me.
We splash back into the water, my arms going around her as she grabs my cock, lines it up, and slams down on top of me. She moans at the feeling, throwing her head back as water streams down her breasts and stomach while she starts to ride me, pulling herself up before dropping back down.
“Mine,” I growl, grabbing her hips and helping her bounce as my tail moves between us and lashes at her clit, sending her into another orgasm. Her pussy milks me, clamping down, making me growl as I grip her and throw her against the side of the tub.
She hisses out a breath as I flip her, yank on her hips, and drag her ass into the air before slamming back home from behind. Her fingers grip the edge of the tub as I fuck her hard, pummeling into her pussy, letting go of my control as I give her everything. My mate can take it, and if the sounds she is making are anything to go by, she more than loves it—she needs it. She pushes back into me, meeting my wild thrusts, chanting my name over and over again until I smack her ass hard, making her scream. So I do it again and again, loving the way her pussy tightens around me with each stinging hit and the redness of her cheeks.
All it takes is one more smack and she comes again, clamping on me and sending me over the edge as I power into her, filling her with my cum as I roar.
Once we are both spent, I lean over her back, placing a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades, making her shiver against me. Slipping my still hard cock from her body, I pull her back with me so I’m on the seat and she is floating in the water with me holding her. She hums in satisfaction, making me happy.
“Holy fuck, we are doing that again,” she exclaims with a laugh, making me grin as I stroke her hair, holding her to me as she floats in the water. I need to feed her soon and get her back to bed so she can sleep.
I’m surprised the others haven’t come and to see what is happening, but by the noises and smells, I bet they know what we are doing in here. It sends pride through me as I smirk, imagining their jealousy.
19
Carmen
After Xal’s and my midnight tryst, he kissed me goodnight, tucked me in, and went back to bed after explaining they made a pact to let me sleep alone for the night. He promised it would be the last time ever, so I slipped into a dreamless deep slumber, my body still shivering from the aftershocks of Xal’s tail’s talents. Knowing what his can do, I can’t help but wonder over the abilities of my other mates. I can’t wait to find out.
Whether it’s being in a new place or because I’m alone, I find myself waking up just a mere hour later, feeling restless. I glance outside a window and see the suns have not yet risen. Getting to my feet, I use the toilet again before heading to the other doorway to find some clothes to wear. An evil plan comes to mind, one that’s sure to piss off my mates but going to be a hell of a good time for me.
I’ve been here a few days now, and all I’ve seen is this house and the church type building, but I want to see it all. This will be my new home, I need to be comfortable here. So, like so many times before, I plan to sneak out.
The rows and rows upon clothes have my eyes widening. They come in an array of colours, lengths, and shapes, but they are all dresses. What the fuck? Now, don’t get me wrong, I like a dress as much as the next girl, but when you’re sneaking out of an alien’s house into an alien city like some kind of weird human assassin, a frilly, pink, floor-length number isn’t going to cut it.
Shaking my head, I search through the racks until I find some pants similar to those that my mates wear, but tight. I slip into them without bothering to put on underwear and search for a top. A skintight black lycra number is hiding with the pants, so I slip it over my head and tuck it into my trousers.
Shoes, I need shoes.
I ignore the death defying heels, since all they would be good for is a weapon...actually. I snap off one of the heels and add it to the pocket of my trousers—you never know when you’ll need a weapon. I grab the lace-up, black leather boots and slip into those as well, grinning at my outfit. I look badass.
Leaving the wardrobe, I open my door, waiting with silent breaths to see if anyone comes to see what I’m doing. I must have worn Xal out, because he doesn’t come back and neither do the others. I tiptoe downstairs and past the living room, managing to make it out of the front door with none of my mates the wiser. Spinning to face the city still ablaze with lights, I take in a breath of fresh air, tasting freedom. Roars, chanting, and laughter drift to me, and a smile curls my lips.
Fuck yes, time to explore.
It doesn’t take me long to get lost. The streets branch from the middle of the city, filled with houses that all look the same. Above me, floating lights hover in the sky, illuminating the darkness of the alleys between abodes and the cobbled ground beneath my feet. I head in what I think is the direction of the central part, where I assume everyone is, hell, maybe there’s a bar. I could do with a drink.
Turning randomly, I sing to myself under my breath as I try and follow the sound of the aliens in the distance, hoping my mates won’t punish me too much for this...or hell, maybe they will. It would be fun, maybe I’ll make a habit of sneaking out just to get punished. That thought spurs me on and I speed up, drawn now by the heavenly scent of roasting food and herbs.
I can tell when I’m starting to get closer to the hustle and bustle, the buildings are taller, the lights brighter, and the sounds louder. I even hear music drifting down the streets, making me grin as I head in that direction.
I turn right down the side of the buildings and into another open street, but this one has a different feel. More shadows, less light...and an eerie vibe which has me hesitating. Almost. I’m sure it’s just the unease of an unfamiliar place getting to me, but I won’t allow it to get in the way of some fun. Before I change my mind, I throw my shoulders back and saunter down the middle of the street, making sure to stay in the light.
I can feel eyes on me again, but this time I get the very sure feeling they aren’t friendly. Stopping in the middle of the empty street, I search the dark shadows resting in the places untouched by the light from above, my eyes catching on a particularly dark section. As if waiting for me to look, a shape of a man, an alien man, emerges from its depths, tossing away the shadows like a coat to unveil himself.
What a dramatic ass bitch.
His skin is purple, like my aliens’, but his horns are short and stubby. His face is scarred with one eye missing. He’s shorter than my mates. In a human, I would call him almost fat, but that isn’t right, I can see it’s muscle. He’s stocky and covered from head to toe in weapons like some fucked up alien version of Blade.
“Where is your Klan, female?” he hisses.
“Up your ass, motherfucker,” I fire back with a taunting smile, shooting him the finger to get the message across.
20
Ryx
Something isn’t right.
I know it in my bones as I toss the covers off my body and rush to the sarflyn where Carmen should be. Seems I’m not the first one to feel something is off. I see Kronk already there, tearing the place apart looking for her, even though it is clear she is not here.
“Where is she?” he growls, his eyes locking on me with a feral look, as if I am to blame. I need to approach this carefully. An enraged Kronk is a killing Kronk.
“I don’t know, but we will find her. Find her and kill anyone who’s laid a finger on our mate,” I reply slowly,
appeasing both his and my need for bloodshed at the thought of another touching what is ours.
Kronk nods and moves his gaze to the doorway, where Vrid and Xal stand with wide eyes and open jaws as they see the mess Kronk’s made.
“What happened?” Vrid questions, taking a tentative step inside.
“Carmen is gone.” I run my fingers through my hair. “Get dressed, we leave in two minutes.”
I race back to my room, tossing on pants and a shirt, then I slip on the leather harness that holds my large narkket and bakket. I holster the weapons and shove my feet into a pair of boots, slipping a smaller pair of bakkets inside them. With my heart thumping, I race out of my room and jump off the balcony, not bothering with the stairs, and land stealthily in the front living room.
Not wasting another second, I tear open the front door and head outside. It’s still dark out, our suns not yet risen. The moons shine in the sky, allowing just enough light for us to see by. Lifting my nose into the air, I sniff, inhaling the scents of the wind. Xal joins me, also trying to scent her in the air.
“That way,” he growls, gesturing towards the city.
“Vekk.” My mind spins. Why she thought it was a good idea to head out at night in an alien city is beyond me. And the fact she left alone angers me even more. We haven’t even placed her collar on her neck, claiming her as property of Klan Marix. Should another Klan come upon her, they might think she is unclaimed.
Available.
My blood surges with rage, thinking about another touching what’s mine.
“Her ass is going to sting for days for this,” Kronk seethes behind me. “I’ll make sure she can’t sit for a week.”
The thought of punishing my mate makes my cock throb, but I push down those thoughts. We need to find our mate first, since it seems we underestimated our little human. With a nod to Xal, he takes off, and we follow behind him, jogging through the network of private homes. He has always been better at scenting creatures, so tonight, he leads us.
