by Luna Voss
Karsh bows his head respectfully. “Queen Cleopatra,” he greets her. “Thank you for your hospitality.”
She smiles. “Would you mind if I joined you for your meal? I myself have not yet eaten.”
“We would be honored,” I say, glad at the idea of having some human companionship.
Soon after, a short, bald Kyrzon enters the room with several platters of food. He sets them between us in the middle of the table, bows deeply to Cleopatra, and then exits.
We all dig in, and Cleopatra makes small talk with us while we eat. I like her a lot, and spending time with her has another effect on me as well: for the first time in my life, I have a clear image in front of me of what a strong, confident Kyrzon Bride looks like, one who is entirely at home with her place in the world.
And I like that image. I like it a lot. As we talk, I find myself really coming to admire Cleopatra, and maybe even a little bit aspiring to be like her. The way she just exudes authority and comfort, as though she was born to play the role of Chief Drokal’s mate, is both impressive and admirable to me. I find myself wondering what it would be like to play that role for Karsh.
After dinner, the Queen leads us up a turbo-lift to the second floor, where she takes us to the guestroom we will be staying in.
“Here you go,” she says, gesturing through the doorway. I see a comfortable-looking room with a large bed and a window looking out into the darkness of the Drokal capital.
“Thank you very much,” says Karsh. “We will not forget your friendship.”
Cleopatra pauses before turning to leave. She glances at me. “Would it be possible to request a little bit of your time before you retire for the night? I have been starved for female companionship of late, and it has been a long while since I’ve spoken to someone who has recently been in Human Territory. Of course, I understand if you are tired.”
I glance at Karsh. I want to make sure he’s okay with being left alone. He smiles and nods at me.
“Sure,” I tell the Queen.
Chapter Fifteen
“It has been a pleasure to meet you, Queen Cleopatra,” I say to her as we walk down the hallway together.
“Oh, you can call me Cleo,” she tells me with a laugh. “It’s been great to meet you, too! Like I said, it’s been a long time since I’ve talked to anyone from Human Territory.”
We reach the end of the hallway and Cleo takes me into a room with a big skylight. The view of the night sky is spectacular, and for a moment, I just stare at it.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” murmurs Cleo. “This is one of my favorite places in the castle. I like to come here at night just to think, or to take my mind off of things.”
For a little while, we’re quiet, just looking at the stars. I want to ask her about the rumor Karsh told me, but I feel awkward to bring it up.
“Can I ask you a question?” I spit out finally.
She smiles. “Of course. What would you like to know?”
“I saw all of those hover-turret-things in the great Hall. Karsh said that you knew how to ride them, that you’ve ridden one of them in the past. He said you helped Clan Drokal win a battle. Is that true?”
If anything, Cleo looks a little bit embarrassed. “Yes, it’s true,” she tells me.
I shake my head in amazement. “How is that possible? Karsh said the technology was ancient. How did you get it working again?”
“I grew up in New Sutter,” says Cleo. She shrugs. “I worked on the Ship there, and I had a mentor growing up who taught me a lot about the technology we use. It turns out, wherever the Kyrzons originally got their technology, it came from the same place.”
“They sure didn’t teach me that in school,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I think the humans in charge of the auction program should probably know a little bit more about the aliens we’re being sold to.”
Cleo grins. “That is definitely true. I remember back when I was going to be sold, I was terrified. I was sure I would end up as the kept breeder of some brutish alien.” She giggles. “And really, I guess that’s exactly what happened. But I grew up thinking it would be horrible. What they don’t teach you as a Kyrzon Bride is that most Kyrzons are really quite honorable.” Cleo lets out another giggle. “They also don’t tell you just how good the Kyrzon males are in bed. Or how big their…” She trails off, looking slightly embarrassed. “Anyway, all I’m saying is that maybe if certain, uh, attributes that the Kyrzons have were a little bit better-known in Human Territory, maybe they would be getting volunteers to be Brides, rather than having to run the lottery.”
My face starts to feel warm. Until last night, I would have had nothing to contribute to this discussion. Now, I find myself filled with memories of Karsh gripping me tightly as he took my virginity from behind. I remember the feeling of having my wrists tied together, of being completely at his mercy, of experiencing more pleasure than I ever have in my life.
“It sounds like you know exactly what I’m talking about,” Cleo teases me, noticing my consternation. “How long ago did Karsh buy you at the auction?”
I hesitate, my happiness slipping down a notch. I don’t know how to admit to Cleo that Karsh didn’t buy me at all, that he kidnapped me straight from Human Territory. If Clan Drokal knew that, I tend to doubt that Karsh would be receiving the same warm welcome here. From what I know about Kyrzons and the amount of respect they accord the auction process, admitting that could mean real trouble.
“Only a couple days ago,” I lie, my cheeks now burning for a different reason.
She raises her eyebrows suggestively. “In that case, your experience with the impressive libido that Kyrzon males possess must be quite recent.”
My cheeks get even warmer, and this time, my embarrassment has nothing to do with being dishonest. I find myself starting to fidget in my seat as I think about Karsh, and the raw desire with which he claimed my body.
Cleo winks at me. “Well, then I won’t keep you from your mate any longer. I have no doubt that you both are eager to find yourselves alone in a room with a bed.”
Chapter Sixteen
I can’t help but be embarrassed as I walk with Cleo back down the hall to the guest room that I now share with Karsh. It’s hard for me not to focus on the fact that she knows exactly what the Kyrzon is very likely to do to me as soon as he has me alone. At the same time, I also can’t help but find the experience oddly validating. Growing up in New Byzantium as a Kyrzon Bride, I just kind of got used to not getting attention from boys. Pretty much my whole life, I’ve been passed over, been the one that guys weren’t interested in.
Karsh is interested. If that wasn’t clear already, he doesn’t leave any room for doubt when Cleo and I arrive at the door to the bedroom. He’s already shirtless when he answers the door, his eyes moving up and down my body with obvious interest. I stare at his muscular torso, my mouth watering a little bit. God, he’s so fucking hot.
“It was nice to meet you, Selena,” says Cleo, smiling broadly. There’s just the slightest hint of a wink in her voice, a nonverbal reference to the fact that she knows I’m about to get my pussy pounded.
“And you too,” I say, my face hot with embarrassment. “Thank you for all your hospitality.”
She turns around leave, and Karsh is on me before he’s even fully closed the door. I squeal as he puts a protective hand on the back of my head and then slams me against the wall.
“I’ve been waiting all fucking day to do this to you,” he growls, pinning me with his muscular body. He stares down at me, breathing heavily, looking like now that he has me all to himself, he doesn’t even know where to start.
I want to kiss him. Every fiber of my being wants to kiss him. But I can’t with that stupid fucking helmet. I settle for kissing his chest, my lips probing his enormous pectoral muscles before moving down to his chiseled abs. He sighs, and I see the bulge in his pants grown noticeably bigger.
It’s time I get a good look at that bulge. I drop down to my knees, kneeling
on the floor between him and the wall, and move my hand to stroke him over his pants. He lets out a groan, looking down at me with lust.
“Naughty little human,” he growls, cupping my chin with one of his big hands. “Look at you, getting down on your knees for me. So eager to take my big Kyrzon cock.”
I blush deeply. Karsh… certainly has a way with words, that’s for sure. I’ve never had anyone speak to me like that before.
But he’s not wrong. As I stroke the bulge in his pants, feeling it harden, my desire for it grows. I want to know more about the thick, alien appendage that brought me so much pleasure last night. My fingers scramble with his belt buckle, trying to get it undone.
I open Karsh’s pants and his cock springs free, right in front of my face. I stare at it, my mouth hanging open slightly. It’s the first cock I’ve ever seen in real life.
And it’s tremendous. Not just in size, although his shaft is so amazingly thick that it’s hard for me to believe he was able to fit it inside me during our last coupling. No, his cock is just so damn nice. Maybe I would feel this way about any cock, considering I’ve never seen one before, but I feel strongly that Karsh has a very attractive penis. My eyes trace the thick, cord-like veins that snake their way from the base to the tip, his shaft terminating in just the slightest upward curve.
I want to put into my mouth.
Karsh watches me with rapt attention as I move my lips closer to his member, my arousal increasing by the second. It feels so naughty to be kneeling here, about to wrap my lips around an alien’s big cock. I take the base of his shaft in my hand, holding it steady.
The Kyrzon lets out a groan as my lips close around the head of his cock. His skin feels so soft, so warm. I start to take him deeper into my mouth, and I’m pleased with myself as I hear him release a pleasured growl.
“Yes, little human,” he groans, taking a fistful of my hair and using it to guide my head on his cock. He starts thrusting gently into my mouth, grunting as though he’s so desperate for pleasure that he’s having to make an effort just to control himself. He sighs in satisfaction as I struggle to take him deeper.
I can feel my pussy getting wet under my clothes as I suck him. His gasps turn me on more than I ever could have imagined, and I find myself squeezing my thighs together, desperate for some kind of stimulation.
Karsh groans in pleasure, and I feel his cock twitch in my mouth. He stops thrusting, using his hand in my hair to prevent me from sliding my lips along his shaft any further.
“You’re going to make me come, little one,” he groans. “And I’m not done with you yet.”
He pulls me to my feet, and my heart pounds as he maneuvers me aggressively over to the bed. I feel very submissive, very ready for him to enjoy my body however he wants.
I gasp as the Kyrzon pushes me against the bed and bends me over. My whole body is buzzing with excitement. I feel his fingers slide under the waistband of my pants, and a moment later, he brings them down to my knees, along with my underwear.
“Look how wet your little cunt is for me already,” he whispers. I feel nervous tingles shoot through me as he spreads my plump ass cheeks apart, squeezing me, groping me. He slaps my ass, causing me to yelp. “I’m going to have fun with you tonight.”
My breathing gets faster as I feel his thick cock slap against my butt. I look over my shoulder at him, and I’m greeted by the cold sight of his mask. We make eye contact. I see the skin in the corners crinkle, and I imagine that he’s smiling at me underneath his helmet.
“I want you, Karsh,” I whimper, wiggling around on the bed until I’m on my back, facing him. My words refer only partially to what we’re doing in this moment. I’m beginning to yearn for him in a deeper sense.
“I want you, Selena,” he breathes. It’s hard for me to know if he means this in the immediate way, or in the deeper one. For a moment we stare at each other, looking into each other’s eyes, and the intensity of it makes me shiver.
“Mine,” Karsh growls, looking down at me. His hand strokes up my body, starting at my navel, pushing up my shirt to bare my breasts, and finally, landing on my neck. I look back at him, unafraid, as he holds me by my throat. The gesture is dominating, possessive, but not in the way that is harsh or cruel. It’s as though I’m something to be cherished, something he wants to make sure is his, and in this moment, he only knows one way to do it.
“Yours,” I whisper, searching the dark eyes hidden behind his mask. “I want to be yours, Karsh.”
“Mine,” he growls again, using his free hand to grope my breasts. His hand moves down my body until it finds my clit, and he starts to stroke me. I moan, squirming around in place.
“Such a perfect, wet little pussy,” he whispers. “So easy to make you squirm.”
He keeps fingering me until I come, still holding me with his hand around my neck. I feel wonderfully free, like I can writhe and thrash around however I want and Karsh will still be there, pinning me in place. Finally, he lets go of my neck, and I lie trembling on the bed.
“Now I’m going to claim your cunt, Selena,” he tells me, his voice ragged.
He spreads my legs apart with his hands. I feel vulnerable to be so exposed, but also filled with eager anticipation of the pleasure that awaits. The head of his cock touches my clit, and I moan loudly, surprised by the sudden jolt of pleasure. I’m so turned on that my little bean is throbbing, and my wetness is starting to coat my thighs.
“Selena, you’re so tight for me,” Karsh groans as he starts to push himself inside my pussy. I whimper, feeling his huge cock stretch me open for the second time.
“Yes,” I whisper as he bottoms out. “Just stay there for a moment and let me get used to you.”
He does as I ask, looking into my eyes as I take a deep breath and let myself adapt to being penetrated.
“Okay,” I whisper to him. I put my hands on his muscular hips and start to guide him as he begins to thrust. “Yes, Karsh. Go slow. Like that. Just like that.”
Pleasure starts to well up inside me, and my words turn to moans. He’s keeping up just the perfect rhythm, stretching me as he fills me up, and then pulling back. I reach down and rub my clit as he fucks me, my hips starting to tremble as my orgasm gets nearer.
“Your cock is so big,” I gasp, his thrusts getting faster. “Oh my God, Karsh, yes!”
He grips my hips, increasing the intensity. Each stroke feels better and better, sending me tumbling into my climax. I throw my head back and cry out, his cock milking the orgasm out of me.
Karsh growls, a rumbling, animal sound, and starts to absolutely rail me, just fucking me with everything he has. My orgasm keeps going and going, pleasure coursing through me, getting so intense that I can barely take it. I grab his forearm and squeeze it, desperate to release some of the tension, unable to form words.
The Kyrzon doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, and my climax rolls straight into another one, even more powerful than the last. I hear a voice moaning, no, screaming, and a moment later, I realize that it’s me. I try to stop, but I can’t, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of him sliding his cock in and out of my tight, throbbing little pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Karsh groans, and slumps forward, clutching me, his entire muscular torso pressing down onto my body. I feel him making short, deep thrusts as his cock twitches and he pumps his seed deep against my womb.
He holds me in the same position as we catch our breath, his masked face buried in the bed next to my ear. I can hear his breathing and feel the beating of his heart. I’ve never felt so close to another person before.
Karsh props himself up on his elbows to look at me, our faces very close together. I hear him start to say something, and then he stops, searching for words.
“Karsh?” I say, trying to smile encouragingly. “What is it?”
I hear his lips part as he opens his mouth again, and then once again, he stops himself. Finally, he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens them.
&nbs
p; His hand trembling slightly, Karsh reaches up to his face and starts to take off his mask.
Chapter Seventeen
Karsh pulls his helmet off of his head and throws it down next to us on the bed. I find myself looking at a handsome, angular face with a scruffy beard. I can see mild tan lines around his eyes, indicating time spent in the sun wearing the mask.
“This is who I am, Selena,” he whispers. “I want you to see me. The real me.”
“I thought you could only show your face to a member of your clan?” I ask him in shock.
“You are my clan,” he growls, his voice serious. “You are everything to me. I don’t believe I truly knew what life was until I met you. But I do now. I know that for now, until the rest of my days, I want you to be my woman. My mate. The mother of my children.”
Tears well in my eyes. I don’t know what to say, so I lean in to kiss him. He doesn’t move to kiss me back, and my lips land awkwardly on his cheek. I don’t allow myself to feel slighted. I know him well enough to interpret this as inexperience, not rejection.
“Will you have me?” Karsh asks, his voice cracking. “I want to know that you had a choice. I would not have you as a captive Bride. Will you be my mate, Selena?”
I exhale a trembling breath, my eyes searching his face. He doesn’t just look earnest, he looks like his entire world hangs on my answer.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Karsh, I will be your mate.”
I lean in. Hesitantly at first, and then with confidence. Our lips meet, the union tender.
* * *
That night, Karsh sleeps without his helmet. We lie together, spooning, his big arms wrapped around me. I feel content in a way that I never have before. Every so often, he squeezes me, or plants a little kiss on my cheek. I’ve never known such tenderness, such affection.
“Are you awake?” I whisper softly. I don’t want to rouse him if he’s sleeping. It’s not like I really have anything to say, I just miss talking to him.
