Axxeon King's Captive

by Liz Paffel

  “What’s normal for you, is not for us. Yes, I put on this tee-shirt, but I’ll never again cram my body into skinny jeans.”

  Her face lit with a smile, which grew bigger and reached her eyes. And then she laughed, startling him with the fluid, pleasant sound. “Skinny jeans? You, with those huge thighs and big—” she gestured to his crotch, her cheeks growing pink. “You know, you’re a bit… full in that area for skinny jeans.”

  He hitched an eyebrow. “Are you implying that my cock it too large to be stuffed into such an uncomfortable casing?”

  Her head dropped forward, her shoulders shaking as she laughed and put one hand at him, palm out. He wasn’t sure what the gesture meant. Had he offended her in some way?

  “Oh my God,” she laughed. “Please let’s not talk about your package.”

  “My package?”

  She thrust both hands in the direction of his crotch. “Your… package. I mean, skinny jeans aren’t right for a human man of normal… cock… size, so if you have a bit more in that area, I imagine it would feel like torture.”

  “It does.” He nodded. “Perhaps, I’ll have my head of security work on something similar for the Nozing.”

  Alora tossed back her hair and ran her hands over her face. She seemed lighter, some of the tension lifted from her slender body. For the first time there were no tight lines marking the smoothness of her youthful face. He enjoyed her relaxation and realized their banter had eased her some.

  “I was not expecting a conversation like this today, but I needed a good laugh so thank you.”

  “You are welcome.” Realizing that he still had the sample container in his hand, he handed it to her. Their fingers brushed as she reached for it. She pulled away and caught his eyes. He had a sudden memory of her pressed against the wall while his hands stroked between her legs. He’d heard her soft moans of pleasure, and now her laugh of joy and he wanted them both. Together, at the same time. She reached for the sample again and put it in her pocket.

  “I should get this to the lab. I’ll show you what it looks like.”

  Tryllin lightly gripped her wrist. She looked where they touched, but she didn’t pull away. Her body turned toward him, and she took one small, shuffling step closer. Then another, until they were chest-to-chest. The soft scent of shampoo came from her wild, curly dark hair. The arrangement of her form was so delicate and feminine, from her graceful neck to the line of her collarbone and the prettiness of her small hands. Yet her breasts were full, and her hips had a flare that Axxeon females did not, the curves calling to him on a primal level, begging him to be gripped, squeezed, caressed.

  He wanted this human female. He was drawn to her with an urgency and pull he couldn’t explain. Almost as if she were meant for him. She had been the first human he’d ever laid eyes on. It made sense that he might feel a small connection.

  But this was bigger than that. This was different than the implants he’d given her that connected them, bigger than the plan he’d created that ended with her ultimate sacrifice in trade for the safety of his people. Perhaps he was simply feeling the spark of capturing the Nozing today. It relaxed him, just as talking about his cock in skinny jeans had relaxed her with laughter.

  He could think of better ways for his cock to cause relaxation. Many better ways.

  He pulled lightly at the sleeve of her shirt while hanging onto her wrist. “What type of recreation do you enjoy?”

  She looked momentarily confused by the question. Scratching her neck, she pulled her mass of curly hair into a ponytail and then let it go. It spilled around her shoulders and he itched to run his fingers through it. “What do you mean?”

  “What do you do for enjoyment? When you are together with your friends, what types of things do you do in this city to relax?”

  Stepping away from him, her expression changed, the little lines returning around her eyes and forehead. She rubbed her palms on her thighs and started to walk in a slow circle, as if she were thinking about how to answer.

  “I go to work, mostly.”

  Did she not do anything outside of work? Since he’d been on Earth, he’d learned that there were similar things as on Axxeon: restaurants, gathering places with music and various types of alcohol—clubs, they were called on Earth, and theaters with large screens where pictures played out to tell a story.

  “What fills your life besides your work?”

  “I work a lot, and then I go home. I Facetime my mother at eight-o-five each evening. Sometimes I order food from the Chinese place down my street. And then I go to bed.”

  “Alone?”

  “Of course, I go to bed alone.”

  He was happy to hear it. The thought of another male in her bed, relaxing her with his cock, made him want to rip something apart. The Axxeon did not generally sleep in the same bed as their mates like humans, but the idea had always appealed to him.

  “You do not go to restaurants, or go shopping, or see the picture screen?”

  She shrugged and looked at the floor. Even his misuse of the word theater didn’t make her smile. “I have Amazon Prime, so… no need to go anywhere.”

  Her sadness was palpable. He felt it course off her and bounce against his skin. He could touch her orbital cortex and take the discomfort away, fill her with endorphins and make her feel happy and fulfilled. But he didn’t want those feelings to be manufactured. He wanted them to be real.

  Taking her chin in his hand, he tipped her face up. “Alora, do you live your life completely alone?”

  Her eyes glimmered as tears gathered. “I have my brother. He’s all I have and I… I will do anything to get him back. Please.”

  Her voice broke, and it loosened something inside of him. He brought his mouth to hers, taking her lips with a possession that left no room for argument or confusion. He wanted this woman. He would have her.

  Alora opened her mouth and took him deeper, turning her head to press her lips to his as if she couldn’t get enough. He ran his tongue along hers, drinking in her gasp of pleasure, and relishing the heat from her body as she pressed against him.

  Finally, he forced himself to pull away. Grabbing her hand, he spun to the door.

  “Come with me, woman.”

  She hurried behind him, her arousal full and rich to his senses and he couldn’t wait to show her what Axxeon did to relax.

  Chapter Eleven

  What was she doing?

  She should be fighting this, not hurrying to keep up with Tryllin’s long-legged strides. He was an alien King, a warrior who’d shown her how vicious and cold he can be. He’d likely tampered with her body, implanting something inside her or who knows what, yet here she was, eager to do anything alone with him.

  Anything alone would only lead to one thing. She craved it so desperately, all inhibitions were off. Completely gone. It was so unlike her to feel this way about anyone. Yet, she couldn’t get the way he touched her out of her head. How it felt to have his hands on her ass, between her legs, drawing out her arousal and jacking her need. She’d never felt that way before.

  Suddenly, they veered to the right and she recognized the fancy doors to the baths. He opened them and whisked her inside. Alora stumbled to a halt against his chest as the doors closed and he flicked his fingers, creating an opaque red circle over the seam of the doors.

  He’d locked them inside.

  He reached for the hem of her oversized shirt and tugged it up. On rote, she lifted her arms and let him whisk it over her head.

  “Tell me what thoughts are in your head at this moment.”

  He grasped her shirt, pausing to look at her breasts before working it off her body. Alora’s chest heaved, her gaze riveted to his face. A multitude of expressions played on his handsome features. Longing, lust, a flicker of something close to sadness. Interest. For the first time in her life, someone looked at her with genuine interest. The clean, calming scent of the water filled her nostrils, as the rush of the waterfall settled over her nerves. />
  “I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. So that explains why I’m not fighting it.”

  His long, square-tipped fingers trailed along the edge of her bra strap, leaving a strip of tingly heat in its wake. “You have no choice but to allow this to happen, little scientist. You, nor I, can control it.”

  “No… no, it’s not fate or anything silly like that. It’s my biological desire to be wanted. It’s biology. You know… scientific… stuff… the need to find a mate for procreation. Oh, God.” She pressed her fingers to her forehead. “I’m not helping myself very much, here.”

  Tryllin cocked his head slightly and touched her face. His fingers lingered, as if he could feel the inner workings of her soul through one, gentle touch. “No one has ever desired you before?”

  The white ring around his irises shimmered as he trailed his fingers over her cheekbone to the edge of her jaw.

  “No.”

  “Oh, they have. You’re too beautiful, too desirable. I believe you have been too blind, or perhaps too scared, to notice how men react to you. Human men, from what I’ve learned, don’t always express themselves aggressively. They buy you a drink, make nonsensical conversation and tease out whether you desire them back or not.” He cupped her chin again, his big, comforting palm lifting her to meet his lips. He hovered there, not taking. Not tasting. Driving her mad.

  “An Axxeon male makes it very clear what he wants. He leaves no room for misunderstanding about desire. Let me make this clear to you, Alora Church. I want you. I want to drive my cock into your body until you scream your pleasure. I want to feel you tighten around me and drink down every last drop of my seed. I’m going to make sure every male within this galaxy smells my scent on your body, so they know that you belong to me.”

  She let out a broken, wispy breath. “You don’t mince words, do you?”

  “Why would I?” He cupped her waist with one hand and yanked her against him. His hard cock pressed into her soft belly, the heat of it making her drenched between the legs. All that hardness and heat and thickness, just waiting to slip into her. Tryllin reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She gasped as the fabric flung forward and hung around her breasts. He pulled it off her and tossed it on the floor, quickly grabbing her arms to keep her from covering her breasts.

  She’d never had a man look at her naked chest before. Not before this alien King. His gaze feasted on her, the wanting rippling off him making her nipples harden and ache.

  “Tell me if you want me, little scientist. Tell me, now.”

  “I don’t want to want you!”

  She didn’t. She wanted to be back in her lab, alone, doing nothing but working and going home to her aloe vera plant at the end of the day. She knew what was expected of her in her former life. What to do at work, what bills to pay, when to call her mother. But this… this was so outside of her experience. How did you please someone when you weren’t even sure how to make good conversation?

  “I don’t care if you want to want me. I want to know if you do.”

  He palmed the sides of her breasts. A deep, appreciative sound rumbled from his throat. She gasped and shivered, leaned into him as his thumbs whisked over her pert nipples like butterfly wings.

  “I… I…” Alora clenched her eyes as a tumult of confusing emotions tumbled inside her.

  Tryllin cradled the back of her head with one hand, while the other continued caressing her breast. The sensations he caused were tender and rich and full and pulsing with a need she’d never imagined existed. He pressed two fingers between her eyes and let them slide away. “I can use my paraempath to make you feel as if you’re in love with me, if that would help you relax.”

  “That wouldn’t be real,” she breathed. “I don’t want fake. I want the real thing.”

  His jaw worked to one side.

  “I don’t want to be one of those women who fake it, Tryllin. My emotional well has never been filled, not ever. For once in my life, I want to feel what it’s like to be touched, to be wanted.”

  “I don’t understand what it means when human women fake it.”

  “I have the feeling that you’ll never have to worry about it.” She touched his face as he had hers.

  Suddenly, she was in his arms with his mouth crashing on hers. He wrapped his huge, muscular body around her, cradling her and consuming her until every inch of her skin was completely aware of his energy. The rest of her clothes were whisked off, and they tugged at his too tight shirt together. She sucked in a breath when his chest came into view. He was a sculpted work of art, his bi-colored skin supple over mounds and ridges of muscle and bone. The pale green hexagon pattern on his torso was brighter than she’d ever seen it, the golden outlines shimmering as if they were hot. Fascinated, she touched her fingertips to his left pec.

  A burst of pleasant heat met her touch. She pulled away, gave herself a moment to absorb, and placed her palm to his chest. The preternatural warmth flowed from him and coursed through her as if she were touching a heating pad.

  “The solarderm pattern lies just beneath my skin and becomes highly visible when I’m exposed to heat or UV rays. It acts like a solar panel, absorbing and storing heat. My planet was very cold, so my skin stores heat my body can use in times of need. It also becomes visible when I’m aroused and allows us to share our energy as we mate.”

  “Oh,” she breathed. She felt boneless from head to toe, as if she were no longer able to hold herself up. He scooped her up in his strong arms as if he knew and walked to the large pool in the center of the room. He set her down with her feet in the shallow water, stripping off her panties. She hung onto his shoulders as he whisked them off, threw them, and then kicked out of his pants. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his erection. She did a double take and then looked again. There was no way that thing was real.

  Tryllin followed her gaze and grinned. Taking his shaft in his hand, he displayed it to her as if he were offering a gift.

  “That thing definitely won’t fit into skinny jeans.” The words popped out of her mouth. Her face went hot. “What is… that?”

  She was no expert in male anatomy, but she was pretty sure it didn’t have an extra appendage. A few inches above his cock was a short, thick protrusion, not unlike the tip of a tongue. It stood engorged and erect from a thatch of dark pubic hair.

  “It is the feratt, for giving pleasure to a female’s—” he paused, as if searching for the word. “Clit, I believe you call it. Axxeon women have one just like human females. When I’m inside you, the feratt caresses your orgasm center.”

  She took a slow breath, completely flustered. “Oh. Well… I’m…”

  He didn’t let her finish as his lips claimed hers once more. Walking her back into the water, they went chest deep in the tepid water that quickly warmed around them from his heat. He cradled her in his arms, urging her legs up and around his waist as he devoured her mouth. His strong tongue caressed in firm strokes along the inside of her mouth and along her tongue. Dizzy from the pleasure, she melted into his embrace. She’d never been kissed like this, touched like this, and the urgency ever growing between her legs possessed a need she never imagined existed.

  “I’m going to mate you fast and hard this first time,” his voice growled in her ear.

  She shuddered. His scent wrapped around her, spicy and masculine and familiar as if she’d known his scent her whole life. Her fingers dug into his thick hair, reveling in the feel of it, so unexpectedly soft. Tryllin pulled away and dipped her low over his arm. Her head went back, submerging her hair into the water. Her chest expanded before him, offering up her breasts like treats. With a grin, he bent and captured her right nipple between his lips. Alora jerked at the unexpected sensation. He didn’t give her time to adjust as he began a combination of soft sucks and hard pulls until her nipple felt as if it were exploding with pleasurable sensations.

  She’d barely caught her breath when he turned his attention to the other breast and repeated the moti
ons. His lips cruised over her breast to her neck, nipping and sucking a trail to her ear where he captured the lobe between his teeth.

  “You are my first human.”

  He was her first anything, but he already knew that. His confession warmed her. She gripped her thighs tighter around his waist, feeling the rise of his hip bones dig into her tender flesh. Tryllin ran his hands through her hair, over her scalp and massaged along her hairline as he returned to her breast. The dual sensations flooded her body, making her feel weak even as her mind became clearly aware of everything. His scent. The feel of him. The sensation his lips and fingers caused. The soft lap of warm water around their bodies.

  The rise of his erection bumped against her buttock. On instinct, she loosened her thighs around his waist and lowered herself until her center brushed against his cock. He groaned, his left hand going to her hip to stall her movements. Spinning them, he walked her backwards to the shallow part of the pool and lay her down. The water was only a couple inches deep, creating a dichotomy of warm wetness and cool air that made her shiver.

  She reached for him.

  His eyes darkened, the centers glowing with a white ring around the iris. His entire body emanated a soft glow along his solarderm. It was ethereal and so strange, so foreign. But she couldn’t get enough. Her body was aching and needy, the pulse between her legs so strong she could barely resist the urge to touch herself there just to ease the ache.

  Tryllin lowered himself over her, using his hands to prop himself up. She expected him to spread her legs and position her much shorter self for easier alignment. Instead, he lowered his lips to hers for a tender kiss before placing kisses down her body, stopping at tender places—along her ribs, down the center of her abdomen, kissing over her belly button. Her breath came hard and fast as he kissed the top of her mound, his fingers brushing the soft hair covering her sex.