Sign Here for Horns: A SciFi Alien RomCom (Vandalar Concubines Book 1)

by V. K. Ludwig

  Become a saikh, they said.

  It’ll be fun, they said.

  Until some crazy human female shreds the clothes off your skin, ties you to her bed, and says things like: “I checked with my lawyer. Apparently, touching your dick against your will is considered molestation, but I’m within my rights to demand you walk around naked.”

  Her lawyer being Jax, the Vandalar male I shared a cell with at the slave trader. Veking traitor. That guy even suggested she should offer taking my cock into her mouth. Steph demonstrated. On her finger. For an hour. Getting me so damn hard I almost tossed my newfound pride away over it.

  I sneak off the patio, each step squishing the irrigated lawn underfoot. Those bubbles rising from wet blades pop like bombs, pumping panic through my veins.

  A glance back at the house.

  No movement. Good.

  Five sun cycles in the service of a female cured me of any desire to be a saikh. I would rather die alone than slave for yet another who refuses to accept me as the male I am.

  When I reach the wall, I take a deep breath. I lift my foot, bracing my sole against the rough stone. The hairs on my arms already stand at attention, tight muscles only waiting for that voltage crackling from the collar once I reach the top.

  I grab the stone.

  I dig my tailclaw into mortar.

  I bend my knee.

  “Going somewhere?”

  Steph’s voice sucks all strength from my muscles, and my foot slips off the wall. I turn around and choke on my swallow, because the way she puts her hands on her hips is never a good sign.

  “You look like the porn version of Little Red Riding Hood,” she says. “Just for your information, I saw your pale, naked ass gleam through the window from the other side of the—” Head cocked, narrow eyes drop to my neck. “Are those my panties?”

  I pull my claw from the mortar, tail dropping defeated to the ground. “For what it’s worth, I took the old ones from the back.”

  She tsks, running a hand down her blonde ponytail as if she has a reason to frown at me. “Dude, when I said I want you to rip my panties, this isn’t what I meant by that.”

  “Why are you so stubborn, woman? Just set me free. I will never be your saikh. Will never slave for you.”

  “Slave for me?” she huffs. “You constantly leave the toilet seat up, rack up an insane bill binge-streaming Desperate Housewives, and litter the gym with your sweaty towels.”

  I drop the sheet and drape it around my waist. “I will never please you in bed either.”

  Now those arms go from angled by her sides to crossing in front of her chest. “Brian! Cuff him to the bed.”

  “No!” Dread infuses my veins. “Strike me. Whip me. But not… not that.”

  Too late.

  Brian, her oversized cleaning droid, stomps up beside me. Hydraulic arms draped in fake skin clasp around me and toss me over a hard shoulder.

  Each drop of blood pooling around my brain heats my face. There’s just something so wrong about a big guy like me dangling from a male droid, silicone hand pressing against my naked ass now that the bedsheet waves around my face.

  “This is humiliating,” I snarl.

  “So was chasing you down the street last week at seven in the morning, in nothing but yoga pants, bra, and a green clay mask covering my face.” She pauses for a moment before she adds, “With fucking toilet paper hanging from my waistband!”

  I grunt in response, a headache forming around my temples as Brian enters the house. He carries me upstairs into Steph’s bedroom, where he tosses me onto the mattress.

  Mentally adding the last ten minutes to my long list of failed escape attempts, I raise my hands over my head out of sheer muscle memory. Warmth clasps around my wrists, followed by the familiar hum of laser cuffs.

  “Would that be all, Miss Stephanie?” Brian asks, his programmed smile roiling my guts.

  Steph nods. “For now. Thank you, Brian.”

  “My pleasure.”

  When the droid closes the door behind him, Steph slips out of her shoes with a sigh. She pulls her shirt over her head, the mounds of her delicious breasts shifting underneath the rays of moonlight filtering in through the window.

  Her shorts go next, and she folds everything neatly away atop the elaborately carved sideboard standing against the wall. Even in the dim light, her hair shimmers, and eyes I know are blue stare at me.

  “The night’s too hot for a sheet, don’t you think?” One tug, and the fabric floats to the ground, and she’s not even trying to hide her grin, completing my humiliation.

  My thick shaft rests against my stomach, hard and ready. In this regard, my mind and body continue to disagree on a course of action. My pride screams for freedom. My cock, however, just merrily winks at her, liking this scenario way too much.

  Perhaps I’m crazy too?

  Must be contagious…

  Steph licks her lips and lifts a brow. “On Earth, we say men think with their dicks. You should try it sometime because he’s clearly smarter than that screwed-up head of yours.”

  “You are insane.” And so, so sexy.

  She lies down beside me, a perfectly shaped ass rolling against my hip. “I prefer the term sexually empowered.”

  I shift onto my side, pressing my erection between her thighs. So warm. So soft. “The moment I touch you, woman, I will be a saikh again because it is all I know. And I swore on my pride I would never serve another female again.”

  Her thighs clasp tighter around my shaft, and her ass starts rocking, my cock so hard it hurts. “Are you saying you’ll remain abstinent for the rest of your life?”

  “Y-yes.” One word. One word, and I stumble over it because even I know it’s bullshit.

  “That’s a shame.”

  I stare down at where my ridges slide through the lips of her sex. Such a shame. “Stop teasing me.”

  “I’m not moving. You are.”

  Vek, she’s right.

  I immediately stop thrusting along her cunt. “Stop your mind games.”

  “Did I ever mention how tight I am?” Many times. Do not care. “A human vagina can narrow and shorten over time, you know, when not in regular use. And I haven’t been touched in soo loong.”

  Neither have I. “How tight?”

  She grabs behind her and eases the cuffs, guiding my finger into her mouth. Pressing tongue against gums, she suckles hard, sending a lightning strike into my groin.

  “That tight,” she moans, the way she runs her teeth over my digit as she pulls my finger out making my balls rise.

  “That’s, um—” I gulp hard. “That’s very tight.”

  “Mmh, your cock feels so good.”

  Because I’m thrusting again, veking shit. “You are cruel, anesh'ka,” I moan. Moan!

  This female drives me to the edge of insanity. So long… So long since I last felt a female wrapped around my cock. Oh, I wish I could indulge in her cunt. Just once rut the way I want to…

  “You could slip in so easily.”

  So easily. “I won’t.”

  “Fuck me all night.”

  And into the morning. “No.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  The moment she rolls off the bed, I press my cock into the sheet and fuck the mattress, grinding and groaning, desperate for release. I’m seconds from spilling my seed all over the bed when something warm clasps around my ankle.

  “Stubborn aliens don’t get to come,” she snarls, but the subtle undertone of amusement isn’t lost on me. “If I go without, then you do too.”

  The tug of the laser cuff around my ankle pulls me onto my back. My hips buck into thin air, and angry heat courses through my veins.

  Torture.

  Sublime torture.

  The way I keep humping, wet crown slapping against my stomach, is embarrassing. As if I want to get myself off by letting my cock pound hard muscle until I release all over myself. For a moment, I consider it.

  Until warmth licks my ot
her ankle, a laser cuff disabling any and all movement. No more bucking. No more fucking the air. Just my cock jerking on my stomach, and my testicles seemingly burning up from the inside.

  “Steph, please. You’re cruel. Finish me off.”

  That dark smile coming over her face sucks all warmth from my skin. Oh, how I want to punish her. Vek her with violent strokes until she can’t walk straight the next morning—

  What am I thinking?

  I don’t want to vek her!

  She blows over the length of my shaft, the cool breeze colliding with wet heat turning me dizzy. “Did you smell them?”

  “What?”

  She leans over me, large breasts dangling inches from my face. “My panties. Did you smell them?”

  “No.” My tongue strains to drag over that pert nipple, suckle it. “Please take me into your mouth and show me what it feels like to have my cock sucked. Like you demonstrated.”

  “Uh-uh.” She backs up, unwrapping the panties from the collar. “I offered it three times, and three times you turned me down. But I’ll offer you something else to make up for it.”

  “Please!” Whatever brings me release.

  She takes her panties and tosses them into the wicker hamper in the corner. When she grabs the ones from the sideboard, the ones she wore earlier, goosebumps spread across my body.

  “No…”

  Lace covers my face. The scent of her sex wafts around my nose, and I want to chew the fabric. “You are mean, anesh'ka.”

  She grabs her tiny nightgown, letting glistening silk slip down her generous curves. “You keep calling me that. Anesh'ka. What does it mean?”

  I shake her panties off my face, my veins boiling. “Anesh'ka is the goddess of our underworld. She is the goddess of torture, anguish, and torment, and you are her personification.” When she gives me her widest smile yet, I add, “Did you hear what I said? She is the goddess of suffering.”

  But Steph only turns to walk away, glancing over her shoulder as she breathes, “But she is a goddess.”

  Never Cuff an Alien

  Varac

  Waking up in Steph's bed with my arms tied above my head is the second-worst kind of torture. Not for the pain throbbing in my shoulders, or how I really have to take a piss.

  No.

  It’s how she goes to sleep on her side of the bed, only to gravitate toward me during the night. Cuffed to the bed like this, there’s no escaping the way I wake with her resting on me — and enjoying how she clasps to my torso…

  Soft body snuggled up against my side, her even breath tickles across my sternum while sleepy fingers play with the hairs on my chest. A beautiful female no doubt, but what I like best is the way she smiles even in her sleep.

  Psychological warfare at its finest.

  It’s clearly working, or why else would I even notice it? All this is messing with my head. The shared breakfasts. The watching TV together in the evenings. As if the way she feeds me popcorn during a movie is cute, and not because I’m veking cuffed.

  I shift and wiggle underneath her. “Steph!”

  She jerks awake, half-lidded eyes traveling back and forth between my face and yet another erection sitting flush with my stomach.

  “Don’t flatter yourself,” I growl. “I was tied up the entire night and really have to use the bathroom.”

  Her fingers stroke through her hair mussed from sleep. “And here I thought it’s because you think I’m pretty.”

  Pretty annoying is what she is. “My bladder is full.”

  She deactivates the cuffs on my ankles. “Let’s hope it’s that; otherwise I might ask Brian to check on your prostate.”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  “Always so grumpy in the mornings.”

  I bend my knees and shake out my joints. “That might happen when I wake up with my shoulders aching because I had my hands tied above my head all night, unable to scratch any itch.”

  “Oh, honey, next time wake me.” Her whisper brushes over my ear, silk-clad tits pressing against my chest as she fumbles with the cuffs. “I’ve got no trouble scratching your itches.”

  So veking tempting. “I don’t want you to touch me.”

  “Coming from the guy who begged me to blow him last night.” She partially releases the cuffs on my wrists. “Go potty, Adonis. Stretch those strong shoulders. The cuffs will go back on right after until I can trust you won’t skip planet. It’s dangerous out there for Vandalar males, you know.”

  “Not nearly as bad as in this house.”

  I walk into the bathroom, limp tail dragging over the floor. It takes a prayer and meditation to relieve my bladder. Four nights of Steph getting me to rub all over her, and my erection is now more of a permanent feature. How much I hate this organ lately.

  “Remember…” comes from the bedroom. “If you shake it more than twice, you’re playing with it!”

  “Are all Earth women this…” Psychologically unstable. “Sexually empowered?”

  She walks into the bathroom, strips out of her nightgown, no panties, and a tic drums along my rigid jawline. Not again…

  “I’m curious,” she says, and I offer no resistance when she cuffs my hands in the front because… Brian. “How did you picture this escape to play out in your head? You run out of the neighborhood with nothing on you but a slave collar, panties, and a bed sheet. And then you…?”

  “Then I walk to the city, find a bank, let them scan my DNA, and access my credits.”

  A voice command activates the shower, and she guides me underneath the water. “So you go into the bank, wrapped in a bedsheet and panties, no less, and get cash. And what do you do with that?”

  “Buy myself a ticket for an interstellar flight.” My skin tingles as the hot water drums down my sore muscles. “And clothes.”

  Steph reaches behind me toward the soap dispenser. “How long do you think it would take for someone to spot you as a runaway slave and take you to the peacekeepers?”

  Probably not long, but I don’t tell her that. “Can you massage my scalp the way you always do?”

  “Like this?”

  Fingertips circle around my horns, and I moan. She does that so well. Her small hands eventually trail down my shoulders, lathering my chest and stomach with soap.

  It takes a massive amount of focus to breathe my cock into flaccid compliance. I won’t give her this victory. Not again. Not after last night.

  “Assuming you actually make it off Agari II,” she continues, “where would you go? Back home to Vandalheim? Your family?”

  Considering what trouble I left behind back home, Vandalheim is probably not a good option. “A son is a nuisance for Vandalar parents, and I’m their fifth. They would probably pay me to stay away.”

  She giggles, though it sounds hollow. “Funny. Mine are doing the same.”

  This is probably the first time Steph has mentioned her family. Half a moon cycle, and I barely know anything about this woman. Except that she’s rich and insane.

  Plus a few minuscule details…

  Her favorite color is red. Not blood or cherry red. Scarlet is what she calls it. She eats eggs every morning. Eight minutes boiled or over easy. Hand her a mug of coffee and she’ll space out while she sips on it, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. She smiles more than any other creature I ever encountered.

  A shudder runs down my spine.

  Why do I know all that stuff?

  So many solar cycles of training to be a saikh, and now I can’t turn it off. Everything I am is the one thing I no longer want to be.

  Click.

  I startle to the sound of my shocking collar opening, and Steph’s voice follows. “Run, and I’ll send Brian to tackle you to the ground.” She hangs the collar on the glass partition before she adds, “From behind.”

  My muscles turn rigid at the threat.

  Getting the wrong kind of attention from other males is a real issue where I come from. One I avoided this far, and that won’t change,
droid or not.

  “I don’t want the collar to rub like it did with Jax.” Steph gently washes my neck, stunning blue eyes glancing up at me. “Why did they get rid of you?”

  So many reasons. Because I fell in love. Because she never loved me back. Because I was sick of pretending. Sick of mating with ever-gentle strokes while never satisfying the male underneath the restrictions of the saikh.

  Not the first time she’s asked.

  Not the first time I say nothing.

  After moments of silence, her pupils flick to my cock. “You’ll have to wash the rest. Be gentle with yourself. Remember… if I don’t get any, neither do you.”

  I grunt low. “You did get yours.”

  Last night, when she suddenly masturbated right next to me, staring at me the entire veking time. And I couldn’t look away, it was so sexy. How she licked her lips. Stared at me as if it wasn’t her fingers inside her cunt, but my cock, veking her the way I want it, pounding her so hard—

  Stop it.

  I will not vek her.

  I will not please her.

  “That doesn’t count.”

  She kneads her breasts until bubbles gather within the valley between them. But it isn’t until she drags two fingers through her slit with a moan that my chest tightens. Does this nightmare have no end?

  “I hate you.”

  Her eyes flick between my thighs, that smirk on her face turning me dizzy. “You sure about that?”

  I stare down at my hard length.

  Inappropriate veker!

  “Do you like my breasts?”

  “I…” Want to suckle them until she screams. “Your breasts are wonderful. And now turn around and stop giving me that look.”

  “What look?”

  The one that makes me want to yank her hair and mate her so hard the neighbors will file a noise complaint. “Turn around!”

  “Okey dokey.”

  She does turn around.

  And promptly leans over, ass in the air, rivulets of water running down her glistening cunt. I want to thrust into her so badly. I’m right there, throbbing crown a breath away from nudging at her entrance.