by Alyx X
My awareness improves as the ambassador moves off to the side and removes his cloak. He was completely naked underneath. If anything had been in my stomach, I would have thrown up. Didn’t stop my stomach from seizing at the sight.
Ambassador Kryn was a man who needed to keep his clothes on. Being a ruler had literally softened him. Rolls of fat gathered around his back, and back of his arms. He turned and walked toward me, his grey fat jiggingling with each step. It had also accumulated around his pecs and stomach. There was a lot of softeness to him, that while I had initially thought he still had muscle to him, I wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe he relied on his elite soldiers too much to do the dirty deeds that he left himself get too soft. There were also black spots dotting his skin, and when he got by, I understood why. The man was literally rotting. The smell was strong now that he wasn’t wearing anything to block to. Smelled like dead carcass left in the hot sun for a day.
My heart rate picked up in fear as he went to the end of the bed and crawled on. The mattress dipped from his weight, the bed squeaking as he crawled closer.
I needed to do something. Pretending to be out cold obviously wasn’t going to work if he was already coming at me. I had to fight. The bite in my wrists reminded me that it wasn’t going to be so easy. I had to get him to untie me.
Oh, God. The only way he’d even contemplate doing it was if I hit on him and was sincere.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
My thoughts were too sluggish for this. The drugs were wearing off, but I wasn’t at my best.
Ambassador Kryn was at my feet, his eye hungerly climbing up them.
I suppressed a shudder. Now or never.
I pretended to move, as if waking up. His gaze snapped up to meet mine. I furrowed my eye brows and opened my mouth to ask what was going on.
Instead, I asked, “Are nose hairs a trend? Like mustaches?”
The frown and narrowed eyes told me he wasn’t amused with my question.
“It’s nice,” I slurred. Compliment. I needed to compliment him. “Like a furry moss. I’d bet it feel as soft too.”
“Did the drugs fry your brain, human?”
“It’s not a bad thing,” I mumbled. “Makes me want to touch you.”
“Touch me?” That seemed to surprise Ambassador Kryn.
“Is touching bad? Is it not done?” I frowned. “Of course it isn’t.” I let my body deflate into the bed, which wasn’t hard to do. I felt exhausted. “Prince Kyel is a big fat liar. Okay, not fat. He’s hard. All over. Unlike you. You’re soft. But he’s a big hard liar.”
“Soft?” The chilliness of his voice spiked through my body in warning. He moved closer, hovering my legs now, wrapping a hand around my calf, his long fingers having not trouble going completely around.
I widened my eyes, letting him see my fear. A man like him would like fear, right? Damn tongue.
“Soft is good. It’s comfortable.” I tried to cover for my mistake. “Humans like soft and squishy.” I looked down is body, taking in the rolls that were hanging down from him. “And rolly.”
Ambassador Kryn squeezed my leg and I winced at the pain. If he wanted to break it, he could.
“I am not soft, human. I am strong.”
“I know,” I said. “The bruising on my legs proves it.”
He released me and looked down. I couldn’t see it from this angle, but I knew there was going to be some kind of mark there and in a few hours, a bruise.
“Can bones bruise?” I said out loud and bit my lip in mortification. This was a dangerous line. Focusing was hard, my concentration still shattered from the drugs. That meant my filter barely existed and my mouth was going to get me killed.
“I’m sorry, I’m embarrassed. This is hard. They’d been teasing me with you for weeks now during training. Your image was everywhere. Everyone rejoiced over your successes. And now you’re in front of me and Kyel lied to me.
“You said that before, that Kyel lied to you.” Ambassador was further up now, too close. His gaze kept dropping down to my pussy, as if he could see through the fabric. His touch was rough and scratchy against my skin as he touched the hem of my dress, dragging it up more, revealing more of my legs.
I needed to stall him. I screamed that over and over in my head.
“He said I was important, that’s why he mated with me. Because having me meant elevating his status.”
“So he claimed you. A shame that he did that. He caused you unnecessary pain.” His hands continued to creep up my leg, high up on my thighs now. “But do not worry, little human. I am the only one powerful enough to fix it. Once he dies and you go through the cleansing phase, I will claim you as mine and you will have my offspring. I will still enjoy you until then at least. I can see the allure of having a soft body.” He squeezed my thighs tightly and I bit back a whimper.
“Am I allowed to touch?” I asked. “They taught me how to please a Riexian and I’d hate for all that knowledge to be wasted. Please. Being tied up isn’t enjoyable. How can I make you feel good if I can’t touch your powerful”—gag—“cocks?”
“If you are messing with me, human, I will kill you. Then I will go back to your planet and destroy the rest of your puny civilization.” His words were dark and rough, his breathing a bit higher than it had been. When he shifted to reach above me, I saw why.
His cocks were hard. They were long, jutting out with a curve to them that Kyel didn’t have. The tips glistened, droplets running down the organ.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I swallowed the panic and tried to keep a gentle smile on my face despite my mouth being filled with bile. I swallowed and batted my eyelashes, thinking about Liddia and her style of cutesy. Ambassador frowned as he stared at me, and I briefly pictured my expression more similar to that of a crazy person’s. The fog in my mind had lifted, and my limbs felt more in my control. All I needed was for him to under the damn restraints.
Ambassador Kryn reached up and slowly worked on undoing the restraints. I held my breath, the smell of him too much. Was this why people thought he wasn’t going to live much longer, because he was literally rotting. His chest was in my face, grey skin dotted with oozing dark spots.
He really believed that I’d sleep with him.
My hands flopped down once the restraints were undone, pooling at my side. Blood rushed back to my fingers, giving me back control.
“Now, show me what they have taught you.” Ambassador Kryn didn’t give me a chance to say anything, planting his mouth on mine, his tongue trying to dig its way into my mouth. I wanted to bite his tongue off, but if I did that, he’d kill me.
His weight pressed me into the mattress and I whimpered, unable to draw in air. The moment I gasped to breath, he’d claim my mouth with his slimy bumpy tongue.
His hands roamed down my sides, his touch scalding despite the fabric between us. He grabbed my leg and forced me wider so he could nestle between my legs better.
No. No. No.
I reached over, feeling the bindings used to tie me up. Not willing to overthink it, and unable to let this go for longer, I reacted.
I shoved him back and while he was lost in the shock, I wrapped the thick binding around his neck. With each end on one hand, I yanked, tightening the binding. He gasped, reaching for it, trying to pry it from his neck.
As he did that, I used as much of my strength as I could to roll us. We fell of the bed with a hard thump on our sides and I managed to sit on his back, keeping his face pinned to the floor as I continued to choke.
My heart hurt with how hard it was pounding in my chest. The sounds the ambassador made were disgusting as he spluttered for air that I refused to give him. My arms ached from holding the binding tight.
It took a while, longer than I expected to choke the ambassador out. Even after he stopped moving, I held on tighter, not wanting him to come back from the dead.
Gasping for air, I jumped off his body and scurried away, staring at the unmoving body.
He’s dead. He’s r
eally dead.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “He was prey. Just like hunting. It’s only hunting. Surviving.” I drew in another breath, and calmed down. It was hard to force myself to look away, but I managed. Slowly, I stood, my legs shaking, threatening to collapse on me.
The room was large and fancy, flowing blue curtains, high ceilings, a window that overlooked a massive amount of water. I paused before the window, completely taking in with the view. Was there an end to the sparkling blue-green water? While I had thought the pool on the spaceship was never ending, this amount of water truly was. It went out into the horizon indefinitely and there was no telling how far down it went.
I shook my head, needing to stay focused. I dug through the pile of clothes that Ambassador Kryn had been wearing and released a sound of triumph when I found the dagger. It was underneath all the robes, inside a scabbard covered in colorful sparkling gems.
“What do you think you are doing?”
I whirled around to face Drayl. He was in the doorway, eyes narrowed as he stared down at the ambassador. I wield the dagger up, readying to stab him if he dared to move closer. Drayl closed the door, though I had expected him to call the guards. After walking over to the ambassador, he nudged the body with his foot.
The mound of flesh moaned.
I gasped. The bastard lived. I had practically removed his head from his body with how hard I choked him and he still lived. How?
Drayl made a low deep noise before kicking out and connecting with the ambassadors head. The man went quiet.
“I’ll have to deal with him later.” Drayl faced me and grinned.
I swallowed my fear and held up my dagger.
“I’ll skewer your heart if you come closer,” I said, unable to hide my shaking voice.
Drayl chuckled and then moved. It was faster than I’d seen any Riexian move. Pain flared from my hand and then my back was pressed against a hard body.
“Nice try, little girl, but you are decades short of experience in handling you.” His hand was wrapped around my neck and squeezed as he tugged on the arm trapped behind my back. “I have to thank you, you made this far easier than I ever expected. I’ll have to thank you for killing the old man.”
“He’s not dead,” I gasped out.
Drayl squeezed. “He will be. Don’t you worry. I was planning on making you mine once everything was settled. Poetic ending to a long thought out plan. But now I’ll need to utilize the ambassador’s death and you will do that for me.” He shoved me forward, keeping my arm painfully twisted behind me back. “Let us go. I want to watch Kyel suffer as he is forced to watch you die.”
Drayl shoved me again toward the exit. Out of that vile room and toward the only man I cared for.
Kyel.
I was coming.
21
Nora
The drugs had nearly completely worn off as Drayl dragged me along with him. I had to fight against tears as my shoulder and wrist ached from the way he held my arm behind my back. He didn’t say anything and the guards around us refused to look at me. If servants were near, they made themselves scarce.
Was this the whole turning a blind eye concept?
It was clear I wasn’t going to find any help. I was going to have to rely on myself. But that was okay, I was used to taking care of myself, and Drayl was just like every male bully I fought against in the Dranks. He took me by surprise in the bedroom, but I was confident enough in being able to take care of him. I just needed to practice patience—a weakness of mine. He was taking me to Kyel. Once we were down there, I’d make my move.
Drayl pushed me into a slippery stone staircase that almost tripped me. Another guard followed behind with a light that only made the inky blackness of the stairs reflect at me rather than making it easier to see.
“Careful,” Drayl ordered in a hard voice. “Slipping and breaking your neck would take the fun out of what I have planned for you.”
As we went further down, the air grew thick with water and moldy. It smelled as unpleasant, too much like wet earth covering dead things. The space we walked into was dark, very primitive which was the complete opposite of how the rest of their culture came off as. It was a line of cells, separated by stone walls. Water dripped down from the ceiling and we were deep enough in the earth for no natural light to come through if they had bothered with windows.
Heavy, raspy breathing caught my attention as we moved past each empty cell. Was there where they were keeping Kyel? This couldn’t be right. This kind of prison was completely barbaric. The cells didn’t even have beds in them and chains were attached to the walls. One cell had a long chain hanging in the metal, the hook at the end reflect back the light that came from one of the guards. He held a torch, but instead of a fire at the end, like I had expected from this scenario, it was a soft yellow bulb.
The guard put the light onto some kind of attachment at the wall. More light filtered in, making it easier to see. Kyel was crumpled on the floor, curled into himself, a bloody mess. He only wore pants, his bare chest bruised or cut open. A chain went to his ankle. The only movement that came from him was his raspy breathing.
“Kyel!” I called out. His eyes peeked open, dazed red eyes looking back at me. He grimaced in pain as he tried to move.
“Leave us,” Drayl said the guard.
“Sir, are you sure?”
“Yes. I will call you if I need you.”
The guard saluted and made his way back to the entrance into the room.
“Kyel,” Drayl crooned out. “I brought your special lady.”
“Let her go,” Kyel said, working his way into a sitting position.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Drayl grabbed my chin in a tight grip. “I think I’m going to make you suffer more. I can’t save her anyway. She killed the ambassador. Didn’t you, human.”
“He’s still alive.”
“He isn’t.” Drayl chuckled. “At least not for much longer. That means it’s only you two left standing in my way. The old man already signed the papers. Lyer will be the heir and once he takes over, it’ll be my time to shine. Those papers are already drafted. Your cousin is going to hand me the planet, not even realizing what he’s doing.”
Drayl shoved me into the bars, holding me there. The slimy cold bars bruised my skin as he pressed himself against my back. I bit back a whimper, unwilling to give in to his scare tactics. That was all this was. He wanted a stage, he wanted fun, so he was going to drag this out as long as possible.
It gave me time to figure it out. I tried to think faster. There had to be a way out of here.
“I figured I’d at least give you the honor of watching your mate die. It is only fair, right?” Drayl asked and pushed me against the bars harder, using all his weight.
I whimpered against the pressure.
“Get off her!” Kyel was on his feet and charging forward. The chain clanged as it pulled taut and tripped Kyel. He fell to the ground hard and even I winced at how painful that had to be. Wheezing, he pushed himself back up, hatred clear as he glared at Drayl. “Remove your hands from Nora before I remove them myself and use them to fist your traitorous as.”
“Ha!” Drayl’s response sounded manic. “What do you think you can accomplish behind bars, brother?”
“Do not call me that.”
“But that is exactly who you are. My brother. But finally, the tables have turned. You are the one behind bars, not me. Not Nora. You. I watched you fawn over this bitch like her pussy was fucking gold for too long. Since you are adamant about spending your life with her, I’ll let you do that. But I am ending this early. I am claiming what should have been mine from the beginning.” Drayl reached around me and grasped my breast, squeezing painfully tight. I cried out, my nipple feeling like it was on fire. “I’m going to rape her first. I’m going to let you know what it feels to be powerless. Then I’m going to kill her, but don’t worry—you’ll join her shortly.”
Kyel roared and charged again, but the ch
ain around his ankle was unforgiving and he could reach me. His eyes were wide with panic, and I could see his desperation to reach for me. He couldn’t protect me.
“I can handle myself, remember?” I whispered, refusing to look away from the man that I loved more than anything else in existence. It had been a short time for me, meeting him, fucking him, falling in love, but it didn’t matter. He was as much mine as I was his.
“What are you talking about?” Drayl turned around and slammed me against the bars again. Pain flared from the back of my head. I blinked past the pain at the man who should have stood steadily at my mate’s back. He was going to regret that decision.
There was one move that was true for all men, human or Riexian. It was tested and proven true. I used it now, bringing my knee up as hard as I could into Drayls crotch. He growled, leaning forward, but not going down as he tried to fight through the pain. I followed it up with an elbow to the back of his head. I had to take him down and quickly, using every dirty trick I knew.
“Bitch.” He shoved into me, trying to get power over me. I didn’t bother trying to punch me. Riexians big and powerful, their bodies rock hard. So I went for his other soft bit. His eyes. I curled my fingers, and claws at his face, trying to dig into his eyes.
He howled and shoved me away from him as he tried to see through the damage I did to his eyes. With my heart in my throat, I dove for the light source, pulling it from the wall.
“Nora!”
I whirled around, swinging out with the stick as hard as I could. It connected with the side of Drayl’s face.
He went down and I jumped on top of him, still hitting him with the stick. Over and over again, all my adrenaline pumping.