Captured By The Babymaker (Kyrzon Breeding Auction Book 5)

by Luna Voss

  “Yes,” I gasp as I hear him fiddling with his own belt buckle. A moment later, his cock springs free behind me, the warm, hard shaft slapping against my butt.

  “Are you sure?” he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my earlobe.

  “Yes!” I moan, squirming around with my tied-up hands. “Karsh, I want you.”

  He doesn’t need to be told again. My whole body tenses in anticipation as I feel him sliding his cock around my wet folds, searching for my opening. He finds the spot, and my whole world goes blurry for a moment as the head of his cock starts to push in between my sensitive lips.

  “You’re so big,” I gasp as he pushes deeper, stretching me open. I feel his shaft sinking to me, forcing my inner walls to expand to make room for him. I feel like he’s claiming me in the most intimate way possible, with my body literally adapting in order to accept him. There’s pain, but also pleasure, and a lot more of it.

  “Your little human cunt is so tight,” he groans, gripping my ass as he starts to bottom out.

  I can’t even answer him. I’m too overwhelmed by the feeling of his hard cock all the way inside me. I try to form words, but it just comes out as a whimper.

  “It’s okay,” he murmurs, thrusting again. My legs are jelly as his huge cock sinks into me. “You don’t have to say anything, little human, just lie there and enjoy yourself. Just lie there and take my big Kyrzon cock, just like that. Just like that. Just like that...”

  His voice starts to shake as his thrusting gets faster. He grips my hips tightly, his cock sliding in and out of me. Before long, he’s not forming words either, just letting out deep, rumbling growls of pleasure.

  I feel wonderfully, amazingly free as Karsh has his way with me. My tied-together wrists, instead of frustrating me, allow me to really let loose, safe in the knowledge that I barely have any control over the situation. I moan loudly, squirming around in place, feeling him drill his big shaft into me over and over again. My clit is throbbing, my pussy lips slippery with need, the muscles in my lower body starting to clench and relax almost involuntarily. Every time the alien pushes himself into me, I’m overcome by another wave of intense sensation. It’s as though his cock is drawing the pleasure out of me with every wonderful thrust.

  Being taken from behind is primal. Animalistic. It’s not the way I’d pictured my first time, but already, it’s hard for me to imagine sex in any other position possibly being better than this. Karsh has free reign of his hands to grope me, and he makes full use of it, touching my breasts, my nipples, my clit. There’s something that just feels so right about it, so natural. As though this is the way I was meant to be bred.

  Bred. The word sticks in my mind, even as I’m overwhelmed by the way Karsh is claiming me from behind. That’s what he’s doing, I realize. Breeding me.

  I’m being bred by a Kyrzon.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasp, my hips starting to shake as pleasure ripples through me. “Karsh, please don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop breeding me. Oh fuck, your cock feels so good…”

  “Yes,” he grunts, gripping my ass as he fucks me. “Selena… Selena, you feel so good. Your little human body feels so good. Oh my…”

  His words trail away into pure animal growls, and his thrusting gets faster. My breaths are replaced by loud, throaty moans as the intensity of it becomes almost too much to take.

  “Karsh,” I whimper. “Oh, Karsh, yes, yes! Oh my God, please don’t stop. I want you to breed me. Please don’t stop.”

  He keeps thrusting, and my whole body convulses as I come. Wave after wave of pleasure surges through me, reducing me to a moaning, quivering little ball of untamed desire. Dimly, I’m aware of one of his hands reaching around me to touch my nipples, the other one holding me tightly in place as I continue to thrash around in climax.

  “Selena,” Karsh moans, his voice breaking. “Selena, yes…”

  He wraps his arms around me tightly, as though he needs to be as close to me as he possibly can. I feel his cock grow very hard inside of me, and then it starts to twitch over and over again as he comes. Warmth spreads within me, a wet, satisfying warmth and fills me and then starts to trickle out of me. I moan as he fills me with his cum, hearing him gasp and growl in my ear.

  We lie there together, each of us catching our breath, our bodies practically glued together with sweat. Every so often, I feel his cock twitch again, each instance of this coinciding with a brief pause in his breathing. I imagine that he’s still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm, just as I am. I get a little jolt of pleasure every time he pulses inside me.

  I can hear Karsh breathing. It’s gentle, soothing, and the feeling of it against the back of my neck brings me delicious tingles. It’s a vivid reminder of how real he is, how alive.

  How human.

  Curled up with Karsh now as he grows soft inside me, the differences between his species and mine seem so small. Alien or not, he’s seen a side of me that no one else ever has before.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I wake up with Karsh the next morning exactly as we left off the night before. He has his big arms wrapped around me, and my pants and underwear are still around my knees. My arms are still tied together, but I couldn’t move if I wanted to with him holding me so tight and so close.

  For a little while, I listen to his breathing, enjoying the warm, fuzzy feeling from the cuddles. And then I notice a sticky wetness between my legs, and I realize that his cum must be leaking out of me. I think I remember learning something growing up about how I’m supposed to go to the bathroom after sex. Oops. Didn’t do that.

  I wiggle around so that I’m facing him, his arms still wrapped around me, and find myself face-to-face with his mask. For a moment, I almost startle before remembering what it is. I still can’t believe he can actually fall asleep with that thing on his head.

  I find myself examining what little of his face I can see under the helmet, peering through the eyeholes, intensely curious what he looks like underneath. How is it possible that this man just took my virginity, and yet I’ve never seen his face?

  The Kyrzon stirs, and then his eyes blink open. He looks at me, and I see the corners of his eyes crinkle as though in a smile. “Hello, little human.”

  I can’t help but remember that he called me Selena for the first time last night.

  “Good morning,” I say to him sweetly. My instinct is to peck him on the cheek, but it’s not like I have that option with his helmet on.

  We’ve never even kissed!

  “How are you?” he asks, slightly awkwardly. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Yeah,” I say. “Listen, I need to go pee. Can you, uh...” I indicate the way his arms are holding me in place.

  “Oh, yeah, sure,” he grunts, releasing me. “Here, let me get your wrists.”

  I hold back my surprise as he unties my hands, like it’s not even a big deal, then slumps back onto the bed roll, looking groggy.

  “Don’t go too far from the cave, okay?” he says. “I don’t need you getting eaten by anything.”

  Being able to move my arms again is a relief. I pull my pants up and get up from the bed. “I won’t, promise!”

  My eyes take a moment to adjust to the light as I step out of the cave. I find a nice spot behind a tree close to the entrance to do my business, and I’m a little bit amazed how much of Karsh’s cum leaks out of me as I clean myself up. He sure marked his territory, all right.

  The fact that I just lost my virginity to an alien should probably feel more monumental than it does. But to me, it just feels natural. Whatever the circumstances that led me to meet him, the chemistry that I have with Karsh is overwhelming, and impossible to ignore. Being with him feels right. As though we were meant for each other. Maybe I’m just an immature teenager who has never been in love before, but the emotions that I feel for him are very real.

  When I get back to the cave, Karsh has already packed up the bed roll and is on his feet.

  “We should get moving s
oon,” he says. “I would like to be in Clan Drokal territory by the end of the day.”

  “Clan Drokal?” I repeat. “Are they friendly?”

  He nods. “I have visited Clan Drokal once in the past. They permit our clan to stay with them as we pass through their land on the way to and from Human Territory. We will only be there for the night.”

  * * *

  The dynamic between us is different after what happened last night in the cave. More relaxed, for one. Although not entirely relaxed. There’s a certain awkward stiffness to Karsh that I find somewhat charming. It doesn’t seem like he knows how to address what we did together.

  For my part, I don’t even know how to begin to address it. So I guess I can’t really blame him for being awkward. I have no idea if Kyrzons experience love the same way humans do, or even really if they see humans as anything more than breeders. I guess I have this deep fear that Karsh doesn’t feel the same way I do, and that’s why I don’t want to say anything that would cause him to reveal it. I guess part of me is worried that he’s not even looking at me as someone to have feelings for, and that for him, what we did last night was just a bit of fun.

  Not that he’s giving me any reason to feel that way. He did untie my hands, after all. That was nice. And the way he’s treating me now is certainly a lot more affectionate. He keeps an arm around me as we walk, and this time, there’s a sweetness to his touch that he hasn’t revealed before.

  “Do you get along with the warriors from Clan Drokal?” I ask him as we travel, enormous trees on either side of us.

  He uses his dagger to hack through a particularly stubborn vine blocking our path. “I did last time. Although I wasn’t there for long. I was part of a group traveling to the auctions, and we stayed there overnight.”

  “You went to the auctions? Were you there to purchase a Bride?”

  “No,” he says. “I was there as security. Anytime a warrior from Clan Nerkesh goes to the auctions, he must travel with the cohort of other soldiers for his protection.”

  “How many times have you made the trip to Human Territory?”

  “Just twice. Or three times, if you count this time.”

  “What is Clan Drokal like?”

  “You ask a lot of questions.”

  I throw up my hands. “Karsh, I’ve lived in Human Territory my entire life! I don’t know anything about the Kyrzon world, or the different tribes. Forgive me for wanting to know a bit about the planet I’m living on!”

  He stares at me, and I wish badly that I could see the expression under his mask. “Of course. I understand. I’m… I’m sorry, Selena. You can ask me whatever you want.”

  It seems like there’s more he wants to say, but he doesn’t. I decide not to follow up. “So, can you tell me about Clan Drokal?”

  “As I said, I’ve only visited them once. I went to their capital, where I believe most of their warriors live. In the center is an enormous spaceship that they call Castle Drok. I’m told it is as large as the one in New Sutter.”

  My jaw drops. “A spaceship? Does it fly?”

  Karsh laughs inside his helmet. “No, it does not fly. None of our ships do.”

  “Ships? Did you say ships, plural?”

  “Yes. Why?”

  “I thought that the only spaceship on this planet was in New Sutter.”

  He chuckles. “That is not the case. There are also clans in the Far Territories that make use of grounded spaceships. They make very good fortresses.”

  “Where did the ships come from?” I ask, amazed.

  “I do not know. Kyrzon legend says that these are the ships we used to travel to this planet.”

  Okay, now I’m really confused. I learned in school that their species was native to this world. “You aren’t saying that Kyrzons traveled here in spaceships?”

  “I am saying exactly that.” He chuckles again. “I was told that human Brides struggled to comprehend this.”

  “I’m not struggling to comprehend it, it’s just different from what I learned. Do the ships generate power?”

  “Some of them. It allows some of the clans to be rich in power cells.”

  That explains some of the ridiculous Bride prices I’ve heard rumored. It never made sense to me that the Kyrzons, a seemingly primitive people, would have so much energy to throw around.

  “How far until we reach Clan Drokal Territory?” I ask, my legs starting to get tired. I’m not used to doing this much walking.

  “Not too much longer now. We’re making good time. I believe we will be there before dark.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Karsh is wrong. We don’t get there until after dark. In fact, well after.

  “Will we be at Drokal Territory soon?” I sigh, trying not to let my frustration show in my voice. My thighs are burning.

  “We have been in Clan Drokal territory for the last half-hour,” he tells me, holding the electric light in front of him and illuminating the path. “But I believe we are almost at the capital.”

  “Who goes there?” comes a voice through the trees up ahead.

  “Karsh of Clan Nerkesh,” Karsh calls back. “Along with my woman. We come in peace. We seek only shelter for the night.”

  “Clan Nerkesh is a friend to us. You may pass,” says the voice. “Slowly.”

  Karsh nods at me, and walks forward confidently. I follow him, a little less confident. I see three Kyrzons holding spears, eyeing us warily.

  “I will escort you to Castle Drok,” says one of the warriors, and he leads us into what is clearly a Kyrzon settlement. In the distance, I can see an enormous shape that I have to imagine is the spaceship Karsh told me about. I can’t wait to see it. I’ve always wanted to see the one in New Sutter, but I’ve never had the opportunity.

  As we get closer, the incredible size of the thing becomes apparent, and I stare at it, amazed. I’ve never seen anything that big before. None of the structures in New Byzantium are anywhere near that size. It looks like the images of the Ship I’ve seen in New Sutter, but somehow different. Fascinating.

  “Dinner in the great hall will have finished,” the Clan Drokal warrior tells us, “but there will still be food available. Come inside.”

  The entrance to the ship is Spartan, but the large room that we come into next is less so. Definitely a strong “alien warrior” vibe. All along the walls are weapons: guns like the ones from Earth movies, along with vehicles that I don’t recognize. Vehicles that look like they have laser turrets. I’m shocked to see them. I didn’t realize Kyrzons had technology like that.

  At the end of the room is a raised platform with two chairs that look very much like thrones. “What are those chairs for?” I can’t help but ask our escort.

  “Those are the thrones of Chief Drokal and Queen Cleopatra,” he tells me, pride in his voice.

  The warrior leads us to a long table at the back of the room, which seems to have been left from dinner. “I will send for food, and then I must return to my guard duty. I welcome you both to Clan Drokal.”

  He bows out of the room, leaving us alone.

  As soon as he’s gone, I turn to Karsh. “What are those vehicles lining the walls? The ones with the laser cannons. Do they actually work?”

  “I believe they are relics,” he tells me. “It is said that back when Kyrzons first came to this planet, before the formation of the clans, there was a period of incredible violence that we now know as the Great War. A great many weapons were used as Kyrzons killed Kyrzons, vying for power. These, I believe, were weapons that we originally brought with us aboard our spaceships. At the end of the Great War, all of the ammunition had been expended, and most of the technology destroyed. Now, all that remain are broken reminders of these ancient times.”

  I listen, amazed. Somehow, in all my classes growing up, and all of my training to become a Kyrzon Bride, the actual history of the Kyrzon species was never even touched on. It feels like quite the oversight. At the same time, I think I understand why that is the
case. The only people with the opportunity to even learn these stories are those who have already been sold as Kyrzon Brides. And those women do not return to Human Territory to repeat what they’ve learned.

  I point to the guns and hover-turrets. “So these are all just for decoration?”

  Karsh nods. “That is my understanding.” He pauses. “Although I have heard rumors…”

  “What rumors?”

  He looks almost awkward. “Well, I don’t know if I believe them. You know the way stories can change in the retelling. And the retellings that I have heard have only come from people who have heard retellings themselves. Retellings of retellings, actually.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “Okay. But what are the rumors?”

  “Well… I’ve heard stories of Queen Cleopatra riding on one of them. One of the hover-turrets. It is said that when Clan Drokal defeated Clan Broga, she led the Drokal charge against their capital, and her effective use of the laser cannon was the deciding factor in the battle.”

  My jaw almost drops. The idea of a human woman participating in and winning battles with Kyrzons is incredible to me.

  “Why was Clan Drokal at war with Clan Broga?” I ask.

  Karsh scratches his chin under his helmet. “I know not. Why do any two clans of Kyrzons war with each other? Land, women, power cells. It is our way. But I can tell you that Clan Broga exists no longer. Its remaining warriors have all been assimilated into Clan Drokal. That is what happens when a clan is defeated.”

  I’m about to ask him another question, when the door to the hall opens and a woman several years older than myself enters the dining area.

  “Welcome to Castle Drok,” she calls to us as she crosses the room. “And greetings from Clan Drokal. I regret that my husband is out on a mission, and will not be here to welcome you himself. But we are glad to have you. Karsh, I know that your clan has been a friend to ours in the past. You and your woman are most welcome here.”