by K. A Knight
She kicks, she fights, either to draw him closer or push him away, with my venom still running through her, heightening her senses. Ryx grips her harder, grunting, his ass flexing, his tail tickling at her legs. I watch her closely for signs of her climax, and when I see it, I let him know. “She is close.”
He groans and speeds up, grunting as he fills her with his own release, and then just as quickly he steps back, flopping to the floor exhausted. She screams again, words spilling from her lips that I don’t understand. We let her cool down, her body slumping into the bed as involuntary twitches pulse through her muscles.
Vrid checks her over while we wait, and when he is sure she is not on the verge of coming, he grabs her, flips her, and drags her ass into the air, the chains twisting around her hands. He pushes into her slowly, pulling back out and doing it again. His thrusts gradually picking up speed, each one punishing.
“Never again,” he growls.
“Please, please, Vrid,” she begs, thinking he will give in. She couldn’t be more wrong.
“Ours!” he growls, and leans down, biting into his arm like I did, and coating her back in blood. When it touches her skin, she bows inwards, releasing a scream so loud it shakes the room.
He hammers into her then, so fast we have trouble tracking him until he groans, filling her too. He falls to the side of the bed, flopping there as she collapses onto her front, crying for real. Good. She needs to understand what it means to disobey her Klan, her mates. I press the drink to her lips and she sips at it, her body once again coming back down from the high.
I release Kronk when it’s his turn. He’s holding himself back by gripping the wall, leaving claw marks behind. He is the most likely to lose control, so we all watch him carefully as he steps up to the edge of the mattress and stares down at our little mate. He kicks Vrid off the bed and turns her to face him. Even she watches him warily. Over the last couple of hours, she has settled into accepting her punishment, which is good progress. If not, we would have to prove to her why she will accept it, or the punishment will never stop. He doesn’t bother with foreplay, just thrusts into her tight little pussy making her cry out again.
She was wrong to sneak out, but we should have been more alert, expecting something like this. We made a mistake as well, we will learn, as will she.
“Big guy—” She starts, but he covers her mouth with his hand.
He ignores her, teasing her body. He bites at her side, leaving a mark in her flesh as he fucks her then suddenly stops, pulling away completely, breathing heavily. He does this again and again, her flesh covered in our marks, blood, and cum. Just when she is close to coming, he pulls out and watches as she begs and cries, realising fighting will do nothing.
“Kronk,” she whispers, her voice a plea, her eyes round and telling us...everything. “I promise I won’t sneak out again. Please, big guy.”
We all turn to him as he prowls at the end of the bed. It’s already clear she’s his weakness and faced with her appeals he finally gives in. He slips back inside her, making them both groan, and this time...this time he lets her come.
And come.
She howls in pleasure, releasing screams of ecstasy as endless cycles of euphoria course through her, locking her in place as it consumes her. The venom is doing its job, taking her to heights of pleasure she’s never experienced before. When he finishes with a roar and slumps on her, they remain joined together. We don’t let her wash up, but we do untie her and massage her wrists and ankles.
Carmen half asleep the entire time, her body succumbing to exhaustion and pleasure. As she falls to sleep a smile curls up at her lips. We all curl up around her then, each touching some part of her body to assure ourselves that she is here and that she is ours, for all time.
24
Vrid
Our little mate slept for a whole day after her punishment session, curled up with one of us always next to her. I’ve never been so turned on in my vekking life as I was then, watching her body shaking, her pouty lips crying out as we all brought her to the edge of ecstasy over and over again. Her body covered in our blood and cum...
It was vekking hot.
Several hours later, I dismissed my Klan mates and took her sleeping form into a bath. I washed her up, cleaning our cum and blood off her milky skin, then I injected her with the venom from my tail. Luckily, she was too deep into her sleep cycle to awake from the sting.
Unlike Xal’s venom, mine has the ability to heal. Before my eyes, her ragged skin, torn from our claws, wove itself back together without even the hint of a scar remaining. I have mixed feelings about that. I’d love to see her body remain marked by our claws, but at the same time it’s ingrained in me to heal those I care for.
I pulled her from the bath and dried her perfect body with a soft towel. Carmen opened her beautiful eyes, mumbled something unintelligible at me, then nuzzled into my chest before falling back asleep. My heart slammed against my chest at that small show of trust and...dare I say love? Something we are lacking within our Klan. All we have ever known is hardness and war, and my mate is the complete opposite of all of that. As warriors, we are taken from our families while still younglings and brought up learning how to fight, to defend ourselves, instead of studying the usual science and mathematics other Totiv learn. We were taught to be hard, tough. Love was a foreign concept…
Until our little mate.
I carried her back to my room for a good night’s rest which brings me to where I am now...still in my vekking bed. Sure, I’ve gotten up a few times to grab a snack from my nightstand or to relieve myself, but I’ve stayed by her side through most of her recovery. I’m almost physically unable to leave her side for long, like a pull is always yanking me back to her. But I don’t mind. Lying next to Carmen is a gift, one I don’t take for granted.
I peel back the sheets and find myself scowling when I don’t see the stripes across her tits from Xal’s tail. But a smirk quickly replaces it, knowing our little mate will be naughty again. And I look forward to punishing her once more when she does.
Deciding I’m done lying in this vekking bed for another moment, I slowly trace my finger along the delicate skin around her neck, imagining how sexy she’s going to look once we collar her. Then I circle into that hollow between her collarbones with my finger, playing with the soft skin where her charm will rest, indicating she belongs to Klan Marix.
“Wake up, little mate.” I keep my voice soft, not wanting to startle her. Carmen slits one eye open and raises her arms over head, stretching out her perfect body. The movement pushes her chest up towards my face, tempting me. I can’t vekking help myself as I lower my mouth to her nipple and take it between my lips. She grips my horn, holding me against her as I swirl my tongue around the hard tip and my cock springs to life.
I skim along the bud with my teeth, pulling a sexy gasp from her lips. I do it again, loving the way her hips raise off the bed, the way her tiny hand squeezes my horn. The scent of her arousal hits me next as I work her nipple, biting and pulling, sucking and teasing.
Vekk, I need to taste my mate.
“Vrid,” she moans, as I slip down her body, kissing and licking my way between her legs, which she eagerly opens wide for me.
Carmen tweaks her nipples as I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, watching me intently with her green eyes. My tail flicks happily behind me as I extend my tongue and lick her tiny clit. She jumps at the contact, gasping and licking her plump lips. I love that I can pull that kind of reaction out of her, so I decide to tease her a bit more.
With my tongue, I swirl around her clit, over and over, not quite touching where she needs me to, teasing her the way she torments me all the time with this sweet little body.
“Fuck,” she cries out, her hips bucking, trying to put my tongue where she wants it.
“Mmm,” I groan into her perfect, pink pussy, before flicking my tongue over the swollen bud.
“Fuck yes!” Her words come out raspy and I work
her clit harder, rubbing along the nub with the soft side of my tongue. Carmen’s hands leave her tits and they both grip on to my horns, making me almost vekking purr. It feels so vekking good when she squeezes them.
I feast on the heaven between her legs, gliding my hands up her sides to her tits. I give them a firm squeeze then take her nipples between my fingers, plucking them as I devour her.
“Vrid. I-I’m gonna—Ahh!” Carmen’s body trembles as she comes on my face, her cream tasting like the sweetest dessert on my tongue. I keep licking until her hips stop moving and she drops my horns.
Fuck, I’ve never tasted anything more amazing in my life than my mate. I could spread her cream on toast and eat it for breakfast, or add it to my mylenum for an extra kick. Knowing I get to do this for the rest of my life brings a smile to my face.
“Now that’s how I want to wake up every day. Think you can do that for me, Vrid?” Carmen requests sweetly, batting her black lashes at me.
I sit up, slowly licking her essence from my lips while she watches with a heated gaze.
“If you can be a good girl for a change, I think I can arrange for more orgasmic wake up calls.” I waggle my eyebrows at her, and she tosses a pillow at me. “Hey now!” I feign being wounded and fall back onto the bed. “That’s not gonna win me over, Resha.”
She laughs and sits up. Shivering, she pulls the sheets up and around her shoulders.
“What does Resha mean anyway?” she questions.
“It is the human equivalent to beautiful.” Her cheeks heat and she bites her lip. I think that’s what humans call blushing, and it makes her even prettier than I thought possible.
“Yeah, I know I’m hot,” she teases, pretending like my words didn’t affect her when I know they did. I could call her out on it, but I don’t want to hurt her pride, so I let it go.
“That you are, Resha.” I stand up and head over to the closet. After rummaging through some sexy dresses I wouldn’t mind seeing hugging her curves, I pull out one of my plush, black robes and walk over to the bed. Even though we all stole some clothes from her wardrobe and placed them in ours just in case she ended up in our rooms—let’s face it, she was always going to—I still grab my own robe. I hold it open for her and say, “Come on, let’s warm you up and head downstairs. You must be starving.”
She swings her legs over the side of the bed and tosses the sheets behind her. Her tits jiggle as she slips off the mattress and onto the floor. I have to will my cock not to explode in my pants at the sight.
Carmen must see my struggle, since she smirks up at me before turning and allowing me to drape her body in the robe. She spins to face me and I tie the belt together. Since the garment was made for me—a large Totiv warrior—the top doesn’t close all the way, leaving her ample cleavage exposed. I chalk it up as a win for me and take her hand, guiding her out the door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Ryx is already in there.
“Good morning, Resha,” he coos, sauntering over to us. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Good morning, Ryx.” My Klan mate leans down and places a kiss on Carmen’s forehead. I watch Carmen’s reaction to the gesture. A smile graces her face and her little shoulders scrunch up. I think she likes it.
“You want one too?” Ryx asks me with a grin.
“Vekk off, Ryx,” I tease. “I’ve already had my kiss today, except the lips I kissed weren’t on her face.” Ryx’s smile falters as mine grows. “Got anything else to say, smartass?”
Carmen laughs as Ryx storms off.
“Don’t worry about him, Resha, he’s sensitive.” I offer her a smile and tug her to the pot of brewing mylenum on the far counter.
She inhales the fumes and exhales audibly. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Mm-hmm. Whoever wakes up first makes the pot for the rest of us.” I reach up and take two cups down from the cabinet. “Care for a mug?”
“Fuck yes I would.” Carmen practically pulls my arm off to get to her cup, but I beat her to the pot. “What about ladies first and all that shit?” she whines, as I pour myself a glass first.
“I thought the saying was age before beauty?” I quip.
She scowls as I take my time, but her face quickly brightens when I hand her my full, steaming mug.
“Thanks,” she chirps cheerfully, jumping up to place a quick kiss on my lips.
“You are welcome, Carmen.” And I mean it. I’d give my mate the world if I could, much less a cup of mylenum. I follow her to the plush couches, but before she can sit, I pluck her cup from her hands, scoop her up, and settle down with her in my lap. It’s like my body craves her and I need to be as close to her as possible at all times. Call it protective instinct, call it desire, but I can’t quench the necessity to constantly touch my mate.
“So there are some things I wish to discuss with you,” I start.
“Oh? Like what?” Carmen takes a sip of her drink and waits for me to begin.
“Well, for starters, now that you have been claimed as mate to Klan Marix, we must bestow upon you our insignia, which allows the other Klans, and the Drykken for that matter, to know who you belong to.”
“What are the Drykken?” she questions, with a raised brow.
“They are the outcasts of our society. Those that have done wrong by their own Klans and been exiled.” I take a sip of my drink then continue, “Others are members of Klans that are no longer whole, usually from a dishonourable consequence. For we are all warriors here in Lorenthis, and there is a code to which we must adhere. If one of us were to break that code, there would be zero tolerance. We would be rejected from society, a castaway.”
She takes a sip and ponders what I said. I twirl a strand of her dark hair around my finger. “So, do they live in Lorenthis as well?”
“No, Resha. While some unmated Klans do live in the city, the Drykken have been banished from inside these walls. They live in the outskirts of town, deep in the forests surrounding Lorenthis. But that does not mean they don’t try and find their way back in. They are always watching, hunting…”
“What are they hunting for?” Carmen’s voice grows soft and I can tell I’ve made her nervous.
Good.
Maybe by knowing what is out there, she’ll think twice again before leaving on her own next time.
“You, Carmen, or others like you.” She stills on my lap and I can hear her pulse speeding up. “They want females like you, Carmen. Only they do not wish to belong to you as we do. They want to enslave you. Use you. You’d be nothing more than a slave to boss around, a hole to fuck at their every whim.” Her face pales and her eyes widen. “That is why we were so upset when you ran off without us. There’s a lot of good in this city, but where there is light, there must also be dark. And the things that lurk in the dark here on Oxious are more sinister than you can imagine.”
She audibly gulps and licks her lips. I can sense her unease, but she quickly feigns confidence as only my little mate can. “I’m not worried. I took on a Klan of alien fucks before. I can do it again. Besides, I’m generally safe in the city, right?”
“Yes and no.” I rub my hand up and down her spine and take a sip of my drink. “You see, unmated Klans can steal the mate of another and keep her for their own. We can also be challenged to fight for the right to keep you. Should we lose that fight, you would no longer be ours.” My heart breaks at the thought of losing Carmen, then anger replaces it, thinking of another’s hands on her. “We are warriors, as I said, and if another Klan were smarter than us, able to outwit us, or beat us in battle, then the rule is they are more deserving of you than we would be.”
“Oh fuck,” she whispers, cradling her head in her hands. “I didn’t realise that.”
“No, you ran off before we had a chance to tell you,” I scold with a chuckle. “Such a naughty little thing.”
“I just can’t help it,” she admits with a shrug. “It’s imbedded in my DNA to run, to want to be free, and to do whatever I need to do to mak
e sure that happens.”
“And you can, but next time allow us to take you to the fighting arena where you can run around to your little warrior heart’s content.”
I think I’ve finally gotten to her, but then she says, “Maybe,” and offers me a wink. I groan and fall back on the couch.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Resha.”
“I can think of a few things I’d like to do with her.” I look up to see Ryx has joined us. He’s dressed for the day in a tight black shirt and pants, with the black sash of Klan Marix draped across his chest.
“I bet you do,” I say with a laugh. “But first, we must collar our mate.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Carmen exclaims, jumping off my lap. “I’m not wearing a fucking collar like some damned fucking animal.”
“But it is the way of our people!” I tell her, surprised by her indignation.
“The way of your people is to collar your women? Well, fuck that. If I have to wear a collar, then the rest of you do as well.” She crosses her arms under her chest, knowing full well the Klan would never wear one. The motion makes her cleavage pop even more, and I fantasise about planting my face between them and squeezing them against my cheeks. Ryx also notices and licks his lips.
“There might be another way,” Ryx muses, rubbing his hand on his chin.
Carmen snaps her head towards Ryx. “There better be, because there’s no way in hell I’ll ever let someone put a collar around my neck.”
“What do you have in mind?” I question.
“Tattoo,” he answers with a shrug. “We tattoo our insignia right on her fucking chest for all to see. No collar needed. End of story.”
“I’m in,” Carmen agrees, jumping around excitedly. “Just tell me when and where.”
“How’s now?” Ryx asks with a grin.
“Now’s good. I just need to change.”
