by Luna Voss
I’ve never left the settlement where I grew up. That’s not uncommon for humans, especially for someone designated a Kyrzon Bride. On this planet, the only way the members our species know to protect their safety is by rarely leaving the city walls. Walls are secure. Walls are safe.
Which is why I’m very glad to have these walls around me as our carriages moves into the unfamiliar woods that border New Sutter. Every human on Kyrzon knows someone who has died in an animal attack. I’ve been taught since I was a young child to fear this planet’s wilderness.
If I wasn’t being escorted by a group of Kyrzons, going into the woods like this would probably mean death.
As I watch the trees lazily roll past me through the open door, a hulking figure emerges, blocking my view. It’s Gurrak. My pulse quickens as he steps into the moving carriage and closes the door behind him.
Now we’re alone.
He sits on the bench opposite me, eyeing me with satisfaction. He opens his mouth to say something, and then instead, simply pats his lap, clearly gesturing for me to climb on. I do so, both nervous and excited to once again feel his touch.
I feel incredibly small and feminine as I sit down in Gurrak’s lap. His huge body surrounds me, and he wraps his arms around my torso, pulling me close. He smells like leather and smoke.
Gurrak’s hands begin to explore, fondling my breasts, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my auction outfit. One of his hands creeps down between my legs, and I gasp, pressing my pussy forward into it. I’m acting on pure instinct, just responding to my body’s desire to feel good.
I want him to touch me.
I’m unbearably turned on.
He unsnaps my bodysuit, revealing my shiny, swollen pussy lips and aching clit, and begins to rub me with his fingers. I grind myself against him, letting out a moan.
“You’re mine now, Julia,” I hear his voice rumble into my ear, low and hoarse.
“Yes,” I gasp, my thoughts blurry.
“Say it,” he growls, his voice clearly a command. “I want to hear you say that you belong to me.”
I gulp, the reality of my situation crashing over me, even as I continue to grind my clit against his fingers.
“I belong to you,” I moan, the pleasure mounting. “You bought me. I’m yours now.”
The Kyrzon slides his fingers down to my opening, still rubbing my clit with his hand, and I inhale, the anticipation making everything feel extra vivid and intense.
“Mine,” he growls, and I watch as he slowly pushes one of his gigantic fingers inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I let out in a throaty voice without even meaning to. I feel like I’m utterly submitting to him, and he’s making me his, claiming access to my most intimate places. I gasp as I buck my hips, feeling his finger push inside me deeper.
“When we arrive in Gurrak Territory, things are going to change,” Chief Gurrak whispers into my ear. “You are going to be tested, and so will I. My clan’s traditions for when the chief takes a mate are… complicated.”
Gurrak slips another finger into me and I whimper, my body trembling as an orgasm builds in my core. The feeling of his palm rubbing against my clit while his fingers explore me is incredible.
“But know this,” the war chief growls, his fingers probing my inner walls, “as long as you are mine, I will do whatever I can to protect you. And to keep you.”
Gurrak finds a place inside me that immediately causes me to squirm, and I cry out as pleasure explodes through me, my whole body writhing in his lap. I feel my pussy twitching, throbbing around his fingers, and he puts a hand over my mouth, muffling the sound so that the warriors driving the carriage cannot hear. I moan powerfully into his hand, free now to lose control, my orgasm rendering me into a quivering mess.
The alien chief removes his hand as my climax fades, and I spiral back to having some control over my body again. He holds me tightly as I catch my breath, breathing into my ear. I feel incredibly warm and safe wrapped in his strong arms.
After a little while, I reach to close the snap at the crotch of my bodysuit. Gurrak stops me, instead tugging the tiny garment over my head and off, leaving me completely naked with him in the carriage. I blush, feeling suddenly vulnerable.
“Once we reach the Clan Gurrak capital, I won’t be allowed to see you naked until our mating ceremony,” the chief grunts, stroking his fingers up and down my body. “But as long as I have you here during travel, I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”
* * *
True to his word, Gurrak spends the rest of the time we are traveling taking full advantage of the fact that I’m not wearing any clothes. The journey is long, and he passes the time by experimenting with my body’s responses, making first one nipple hard, and then the other, and seeing how long it takes for each of them to get soft. I indulge him with only a feigned reluctance, actually enjoying the attention. After a time, his focus moves lower, and I blush as he spreads my thighs, running his fingers through my folds and watching me as I squirm.
Gurrak rubs my clit until I come, covering my mouth once again to contain the sound of my moaning. This time, he doesn’t stop rubbing me when my orgasm ends, and the sensation grows almost unbearably intense until I roll right into another spectacular climax. I scream into his hand as my body convulses, my hips bucking like crazy as my pussy twitches. He keeps me firmly in place with his arm around me, not allowing me to get away from him. By the time he’s done with me, I’m out of breath and I can barely think. My legs are wobbly, and the inside of the carriage spins almost like I’m drunk.
I lie curled up against the alien warlord, completely spent. He puts an arm around me, and I drift off to sleep, blissful in my post-orgasmic haze. The last thing I remember is the feeling of the carriage rolling, and the sound of the tusk-oxen’s hooves.
Chapter Eight
When I wake up, I can see that it’s dark outside. I’m still curled up next to Gurrak, this time with my head in his lap. He’s stroking my hair, which feels amazing.
“We are almost at the Clan Gurrak capital,” he informs me as he notices that I’m awake. His voice is soft.
“Oh,” is all I can think to say.
I have no idea how to respond to this entire situation. On the one hand, this isn’t what I had prepared for. I was supposed to be won by Kalish in the auction, not illegally bought under the table by an unfamiliar war chief who only got me in the first place by bribing a sketchy auction worker.
On the other hand, I already find myself feeling a surprising level of affection for Chief Gurrak, the amazingly handsome alien whose thick, wonderful fingers have already brought me to orgasm several times. Even as I lie in the carriage next to him, enjoying the feeling of him tenderly stroking the strands of hair out of my face, I find myself wanting to know him better, to deepen our connection.
“What will happen when we reach your territory?” I ask him, trying to gather some mental clarity.
He glances down at me, and a smile twitches on his lips. I realize that it’s the first question I’ve asked him since we met.
“When we arrive, it will be time for you to meet the rest of the tribe. There is a ritual,” he lets out a sudden chuckle. “It seems that in our clan, there is a ritual for everything.”
“Does it involve the members of your clan not being allowed to look at me? I remember a friend of mine telling me about something like that.”
Gurrak shakes his head. “I have heard of that tradition being practiced by Kyrzon clans other than my own,” he tells me. “But our rituals are different.”
His hands move down from my scalp to my face, and he cups my head in his hands, his touch possessive.
“Julia,” he says, “what you are about to go through may not be easy. As a human, it will not be like anything that you are used to. If you are to become my mate, you are will have to prove to my entire clan that you are worthy.”
His face hardens, not with anger or any negative emotion, but with what seems to be
pride. “But understand this, little human. I did not choose you by accident. You will be my mate. You will pass every test, complete every ritual, and then every inch of your perfect human body will belong to me, inside and out.” He slides his hand down my naked form, and it lands on my belly, gently stroking my skin. “And then, Julia… I will seed you with a child.”
Arousal tingles through me at his words. It’s clear that the big alien means everything he says.
…Especially the part about getting me pregnant.
I just nuzzle against him, feeling comfortable and safe.
Soon, we will be at the Gurrak capital, and whatever is in store for me will come.
Right now though, nothing in the world can interrupt the warm, fuzzy feeling I have as Gurrak holds me, stroking my back with his fingertips.
* * *
After what feels like at least an hour, we arrive at the Clan Gurrak capital city. Nervousness swirls inside me as the carriage slows to a stop.
“You should dress,” says Gurrak, pointing to my nakedness.
I open my bundle of personal items and take out a dress, which I put on. Gurrak watches me, seemingly fascinated.
“This garment stays open at the bottom?” he asks bemusedly, indicating the bottom of my skirt.
“Yes,” I say, laughing. “It’s called a dress. Human women wear them all the time. I take it that Kyrzon women only wear pants?”
A slight sadness creeps onto Gurrak’s face. “There are not many Kyrzon women,” he tells me. “But yes, it is true that they wear pants. Perhaps if there were more of them, their fashion would be more developed.”
I take a pair of panties out of my belongings and start to pull them up my legs under my dress. It’s my favorite pair, pink and frilly, the kind that does some very flattering things to the appearance of my ass. The war chief watches, looking deeply fascinated. This time, I can kind of understand: my brightly colored, lace-covered underwear must be unlike anything he’s ever seen before.
I certainly can’t imagine a Kyrzon wearing anything pink or frilly.
“They’re called panties,” I tell him with a chuckle, pulling them up over my ass. “You like?”
“I like,” Gurrak answers me, reaching under my dress to grope me over the panties I just put on. “In the Kyrzon world, we do not have these.”
“Well, I think they’d look a little bit funny on you, anyway,” I say, winking.
He throws his head back and breaks into a laugh. “They would indeed,” he agrees. His face then becomes serious. “We must leave the carriage now and go out to meet my clan. Are you ready?”
I take a deep breath, relieved to be fully clothed. “Ready,” I confirm.
Gurrak opens the door to the carriage and we step out into the night.
Chapter Nine
The first thing I notice as I leave the carriage is that we’re surrounded by Kyrzons.
Not just a few Kyrzons. Lots of them. More Kyrzons than I’ve ever seen before. Growing up in New Sutter, the most of these aliens I would ever witness in one place was at the saloon on the nights before an Auction Day, when visiting Kyrzons would fill the establishment looking to drink.
Now, I’m surrounded by what appears to be an entire tribe. It’s hard for me to make out faces through the darkness, but I can tell that all of them are big and muscular and fierce.
The group of warriors is silent as the chief and I emerge from the carriage, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist. The crowd parts, and he leads me through it. I watch as huge alien after huge alien steps aside and allows us to pass.
I feel self-conscious, but also oddly powerful. It’s the chief of this clan who is walking next to me, holding onto me like I’m the most valuable possession he has. And I’m pretty sure that every other male in the tribe would claim me as his own if given the opportunity.
The reason that I belong to Gurrak, and not to one of these other warriors, is that he’s more powerful than any of them. You don’t become a Kyrzon war chief without utterly dominating anyone else who might challenge your authority.
And so it is with a certain sense of pride that I walk through this horde of brutal warriors, knowing that I’ve already captured the affections of the strongest among them.
Yesterday, I went to sleep believing that I would be the mate to Kalish, a mere warrior of Clan Drokal.
Now, I belong to a Kyrzon chief.
And maybe someday, the babies I give him will become chiefs as well.
It shocks me a little bit just how quickly I’ve adjusted to my new reality. If anything, I guess it makes it clear that I really wasn’t excited about my plan to marry Kalish, anyway.
That may have been the safe choice, but sometimes, safe can equal boring.
And while I know that avoiding boring is not exactly my most important concern in a world where fertile women are sold to savage alien warriors, I can’t help but feel a burning satisfaction at the knowledge that I’ve attracted a powerful leader like Gurrak.
He leads me to the front of the crowd, where an older Kyrzon is standing, his face decorated with red painted markings. Or are they tattoos?
“Chief Gurrak, has your journey to the auction been successful?” the older Kyrzon asks, projecting his voice so that the entire crowd can hear. His words sound practiced, ceremonial.
“It has,” Gurrak responds, also so that the whole group can hear.
“And have you brought back a woman?” inquires the priest.
“I have,” announces Gurrak. “I present to you Julia of New Sutter, the woman I have chosen above all others.”
“May she prove her worth a hundred times over,” murmurs every Kyrzon watching, their voices coming in perfect unison.
It’s obvious that this whole dialog has a ritual importance to it. I stand next to Gurrak awkwardly, unsure what my role is.
The priest then turns to me, and I resist the urge to shrink under his stern gaze.
“Julia of New Sutter, do you believe that you have value to our clan?” he asks, his tone very serious.
“I— I do,” I stutter, trying to match the formal tone of the ceremony.
The priest’s lips tighten. “We shall see,” he murmurs, this time seemingly to himself. He then addresses the crowd of aliens, raising his voice: “Julia believes that she is worthy. Our ancestors demand that we allow her the chance to prove herself. Not just to our chief, but to all of us. To the ways and traditions of our clan. Warriors of Clan Gurrak, what say you?”
The night is split by a cacophony of Kyrzon voices as the crowd roars its approval. I feel every pair of eyes focusing on me, and I shuffle my feet, more than a little bit self-conscious.
“Then it is time for us to begin the clothing ceremony,” the priest announces. “Julia will now cast off her human garments, along with the life that she has known.”
Another older alien steps out of the crowd and hands the priest a bundle of fabric, which he then offers to me. I take it from him, and find that I’m holding a pair of pants and a tunic hewn from rough cloth. It’s the sort of outfit a Kyrzon would wear.
“Each one of you except for our chief will now avert his gaze,” orders the priest, he himself turning around to face away from me. “Julia, you may now disrobe.”
Every single Kyrzon in the crowd turns around, facing the other direction. I stand there, awkward and embarrassed, wanting to make sure I’ve understood the situation correctly. Am I really supposed to get naked, right here outside, with the whole clan standing nearby?
I make eye contact with Gurrak and he nods, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
Okay then.
Even though I only just dressed myself a moment before in the carriage, I now pull my dress back over my head and off. I now stand wearing only my panties, feeling deeply exposed with my most private places covered only by a thin layer of pink lace. Thankfully, the Kyrzons in the crowd are playing by the rules: I don’t see a single one of them stealing so much as a peak.
Gurrak, however, has no such compunctions. He stares at me, a hungry smile on his face, as I undress. I feel goosebumps on my skin, and my nipples poking out hard in the cool night air. I’ve never been naked outside before. It’s not something you have the chance to do very often, living in a walled city with a rapidly growing population. I pull at the waistband of my panties, feeling intensely nervous to remove them. The way I grew up, nudity was always something that happened in private.
Of course, considering I am both outside, and surrounded by a large crowd, this is probably the closest thing to private that there is.
The only person who can see me is the chief.
And so, as Gurrak watches, I pull down my underwear and bundle them up along with my dress.
Not wanting to spend any longer than I have to naked, I hurry to put on the Kyrzon-made pants and shirt. They fit me pretty well, and I reason that they must have been created with human specifications in mind.
Once I’m fully clothed, Gurrak addresses the assembled group in a loud voice: “Warriors of Clan Gurrak, you may now look upon my mate.”
They all turn around, except for the priest, who now faces the crowd as he continues the ceremony:
“Warriors, behold Julia now. She wears the garments of her species no longer. She stands before you now as a Kyrzon Bride, ready to complete the trials that are expected of her. She will prove herself as worthy to carry our leader’s seed inside her, or she will fail, and be cast away.”
I feel a glimmer of concern as the priest once again returns to the theme of me having to prove myself. What exactly does this mean? What kind of trials am I about to go through?
The priest turns, and now addresses me directly: “Until you have completed the mating ritual and Chief Gurrak has confirmed you as his mate, you will be considered an Unproven Bride. For one moon, you will be required to observe the restrictions placed upon one of your status. If at the end of this period, you have observed our traditions faithfully, and if our chief is sufficiently impressed that he still wishes to keep you, then you will be allowed to call yourself his mate, and become the mother of his children.”
