Before I can even answer him though, he grabs me by the neck. He doesn’t squeeze or hurt or choke me, but the possessiveness of touching me there makes me hornier than I’ve ever felt. He guides me by my neck toward the bed, until I’m forced to fall backward onto it.
“Take the boob shield off,” he says.
I burst out laughing. “You take it off.”
“I don’t know how, human. Not without destroying it.”
“Destroy it then.”
He grabs between my breasts and pulls with his Valittu strength. The bra rips off. It snaps behind my back. There’s a sharp, stinging pain, and I yelp.
The pain is forgotten the moment Raiska is on top of me. He presses his lips between my breasts as he cups them with both hands. He kisses my chest, moving closer and closer to my nipples.
Normally I’m into a very slow buildup, but the impatience I felt at how long it took to get into the hotel, and finally to get through Kula, has made me ready for him to kiss my nipples as fast as he can.
He takes longer than I want, so I squirm and angle myself until my nipple grazes against his lips. That’s too much for him, and he pulls it into his mouth and sucks.
I gasp and arch my back. He flicks his tongue against my sensitive breast. When I think I can’t take it anymore, he bites down. Not hard enough to hurt me, but hard enough that I absolutely lose control. I thrash and moan and cry out. I grip his horns and hold him on my breasts, not that I need to, because he’s sucking on me like his life depended on it, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t get him off me even if I wanted to.
I don’t know how anything could feel any better, but as if Raiska is sensing my doubt, he moves down my body. He kisses down my belly and grips my hips. When he reaches the hem of my skirt, he pauses and looks up at me with smoldering turquoise eyes.
“Why did you stop?” I ask.
“A Valittu cannot take an unwilling mate.”
For a moment I think he’s serious, but then I see the hint of a smirk form on his face. He’s fucking with me. He just wants to hear me beg him for it.
“Read my body, Raiska,” I whisper.
“Let’s hear you say it, little human.”
“Dammit. Just do it. Take my skirt off and do whatever you want to me.”
“What do you want me to do, Annabelle?”
I start to pull my skirt, but he grabs my wrists. “No, human, I will take off your clothes.”
“Do it then.”
“And then what?”
“Then…”
Why am I being embarrassed about this? I shouldn’t need to feel embarrassed or timid. This is an alien who wants nothing more than to breed me. This isn’t some guy named Dale who isn’t very good with his dick, and I have to beg him to eat me out to get anything out of the experience, and he’ll do it only because he feels obligated to.
This is Raiska. From the look on his eyes, he cannot wait to taste me.
“I want your tongue on my pussy, my big strong Valittu.”
He grins and rips my skirt off without hesitation. My panties are still on, and I expect him to take them off too, but instead he grabs the thin little string on the side of my butt and just tears them off. He throws my panties across the room. “You will not need these again.”
He looks down at my naked body. He holds his breath as he takes me in, but he twitches with impatience. I spread my legs for him, because I’m probably less patient than he is at this point.
He dives headfirst between my legs.
I gasp at the shock of his extra-warm tongue on my wetness. I grip his horns again. I wondered if Valittu had horns for fighting, but now I’m starting to think that they were designed for fucking. He doesn’t have “love handles” on his super-muscular torso, so his horns will have to do.
I hold tight to his horns as his tongue runs up and down my soaking wet slit. I move my hips up and down against him, and each time his tongue grazes my clit, I think I’m on the verge of coming.
I don’t want to come yet though. He just started eating me out, and it’s the best anyone has ever done it to me. I want it to last.
Fortunately Raiska feels in tune with me, as he touches my clit sparingly. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he presses gently against it with his tongue or lips, and then when I’m too close to coming, he focuses elsewhere until I’ve had time to recover.
Soon my need to come overpowers my desire to draw out the pleasure, and I pull on his horns and urge him toward my clit. When he tries to move away again this time, I pull harder on his horns and buck my hips up to press more against him.
He gets the not-so-subtle signal, and his tongue presses wet and perfectly warm against my swollen clit.
It doesn’t take long. I gasp as the orgasm blasts through me. I swear I hear him laughing, but I can barely hear his deep voice through my own high-pitched screams.
The orgasm hits me so hard that it’s almost like blacking out. I lose complete sense of time and self, and when I finally come back into reality, my body is twitching on the bed. I’m panting and trembling. My thighs are locked tight against Raiska’s cheeks, and he’s still just licking me and drinking my juices.
I stroke his hair, but soon I’m so sensitive that I push him away.
“You taste too good, human,” he says, licking his lips.
“Should I taste you?”
He reaches down and drops his kilt. His cock is even bigger than I remember it. It’s pulsing the impossible colors, and there’s even a small drop of cum on the tip.
I find myself on my knees almost unprompted. Then I realize that Raiska is so tall that I can’t even reach his cock with my mouth while on my knees. I stand up and bend down. I grasp timidly around his dick, but the moment that almost burning warmth pressing against my palm, I squeeze to feel more. His veins are thick and throbbing against my soft palm.
I lean forward and press the tip of my tongue to his precum.
It’s sweet instead of salty. It’s like honey, but with an even more complex flavor. I look up at him with wide eyes. “You taste good? Really?”
“Why would I not?”
“Human males taste horrible. Like sea water.”
Sea water mixed with Mountain Dew, not that Raiska would understand that reference.
I lick him again, and the sweet taste fills my tongue and throat, and it makes me badly want to taste more. There’s only one way to get more of him in my throat though, so I try to swallow his thick, alien cock.
I can barely get the head in my mouth, but I want to taste him bad enough that I do everything I can to get him deep in me.
I open as wide as I can, and soon I feel the first of his thick veins pressing against the inside of my cheeks. I’ve swallowed his entire head and then some.
I lock my lips and start sucking. I bob my head gently back and forth. He doesn’t have horns to grab hold of, so he presses his hand against the back of my head. His warm fingertips dig into my scalp, but he doesn’t force me. It feels more that he just likes to touch me as much as he can, and I like the way his hand feels on my scalp as I bob my head back and forth.
His thick cock pulses in my mouth. It slides wet against the insides of my cheeks and tongue. I reach down and cup his balls.
I play gently with them. If they are as blue as he told Kula, I wouldn’t want to hurt him. I know that Raiska is so strong and powerful that it would probably be impossible for me to ever physically hurt him...except for here.
Soon he grunts, and I suck harder. I move my head back and forth faster. Just as he’s about to come, he holds my head so that is cock is deep in my mouth. He explodes into my throat. His sweet and warm seed drips thick down my throat. It’s a wonderful taste that fills me each time his cock twitches and throbs in my mouth.
When he’s finished coming I pull away. His cock comes out of my mouth in a wet pop. I notice a few drops of his thick cum tucked still on the tip of his cock, and I lick it off and swallow. I look up at him and grin.<
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“You are too perfect, little human.”
“I was about to say the same thing to you.”
He lifts me up with one hand and throws me onto the bed. I land on my stomach, and before I can even turn around and look up at him, I feel his body on top of me.
I gasp at the suddenness. I try to turn around again, mostly just to see him, but he’s pinned me to the bed. I feel his impossibly warm cock pressed against my ass. He slides down, and he’s suddenly between my ass cheeks.
I look back over my shoulder at him, but he’s not looking at my eyes, he’s looking down at my body. He looks up at me for a moment and grins. “I could look at your body all day, little human.”
“Put it in, Raiska, I’m ready.”
I’m scared though. Mostly because of his size. I’ve never been with a man as big as him, and I’m worried it’s going to hurt.
He moves with a gentle grace I don’t expect of him, especially after the way he threw me onto the bed. He grips my hips tightly, and he presses the tip of his cock against my soaked opening.
“Are you sure you can come again so soon?” I ask.
“My balls are full again already, Annabelle. You have this effect on me.”
He rubs his tip against my soaked lips. I look back and see the higher-dimensional light surging out of him brighter than ever. It’s incredible to think that this thing is going to actually be inside me.
He slides the tip in, and I gasp as it begins to split me open. He slows down though, and his mouth is soon right by my ear. “Relax, Annabelle, I will never hurt you. I promise you this. I can feel your body more than ever before, and I know exactly what you need.”
I smile and nod, and then I dig my elbows into the bed and focus on the feeling of him inside me. His head is pulsing, I can feel that from within. I’m still soaking wet, and he slides deeper inside me. Soon I can feel the veiny bulge deep within, and it’s not hurting at all anymore. It’s just warm and tight and everything I ever needed, just like Raiska told me.
Soon I feel his balls pressed up against me, and we both start moving in the same instant.
He slides in and out of me from behind. His solid, muscular hips slap against my thick ass with each thrust. He pulls me up so that I’m on my knees, but my chest and face are still buried against the bed.
He pistons into me, his hand digging into the flesh of my hips. It feels so good that I can’t do anything but moan and scream and close my eyes as I focus on every last sensation of Raiska taking me for himself.
Just before I’m about to come, he flips me over onto my back.
I look up at him and spread my legs. I’m burning hot between my legs, and his six-dimensional cock is so bright that I have to shield my eyes from it.
“You’re ready to burst, Raiska.”
“I want to look you in the eyes when I do, Annabelle.”
I hold my arms out, beckoning him to embrace me before he puts himself inside me once again.
I wrap my arms around him, and he positions himself across my swollen lips. Soon he’s burying himself back deep within me, but from a totally new angle. I wrap my legs around him to feel him deeper still, and I buck my hips against him to increase the warmth and friction.
I come hard. Much harder than when he went down on me. Feeling his entire body pressed up against me, and having an alien as big and strong as he is use those powerful muscles just to make me feel good is endlessly arousing, and as good as all of the physical sensations are, it’s those thoughts that send me over the edge.
I dig my nails into his back, and my inner walls clench against his cock like a vice.
He growls and fucks faster and deeper, until I feel him grow inside of me. He buries himself as deep as he can go as his balls empty within me.
Our eyes meet in that moment, and we press our foreheads together.
We come together in perfect unison, our voices merging together into a primal chorus. Nothing exists outside the two of us in these moments, and as the last burst of his seed spills into me, even my throat closes shut.
I gasp for breath finally as the afterglow washes over me like a warm river. I collapse down onto the bed, gasping and sweating.
Raiska falls on top of me, but he uses his elbows to keep his full weight from crushing me.
We kiss long and deep, and each square inch of skin-to-skin contact feels electric.
Finally he pulls out, but I don’t want to let him go yet. I throw my leg over his body and wrap myself around him. I bury my head in his broad, alien chest, and he wraps his arms around me. We lie entangled like that until we both fall into the warmest and sweetest dreams.
Twelve
Philos
I look over at Kiveta.
We’re waiting outside the restaurant.
They—or he, he claims that even though he has three bodies, he’s one organism and consciousness—is wearing a long, grey coat. The three bodies are stacked on top of each other, and the third body sticks out of the top. The coat is some kind of robotic exo-skeleton that gives the illusion of mass. Kiveta looks like a big humanoid alien with a very small head.
Absolutely ridiculous.
I didn’t want to work with him after the initial battle, but neither of us could figure out how to track the fertile prize on our own.
I had a stronger six-dimensional sense, while Kiveta could actually travel through the gates.
So here we are, on the same planet as the fertile prize and the Valittu, but unable to find them.
I close my eyes and search. I’m almost certain that they are nearby, but something is interfering with my senses. The Valittu had a very small signature when we were on Earth, and it’s likely that he’s simply very hard to track. He’s stealthy.
Still, I’m sensing something in this restaurant, something similar to the Valittu. I don’t think it’s him, but I feel it could lead me to him.
When we enter the restaurant, a waitress asks us how many.
I tell her “Four,” just to piss off Kiveta, but he glares at me and tells her “two.”
We sit down, and I study the menu.
I want more of those cheese steaks. They are the best tasting thing I’ve ever eaten, and I never expected to find them on some primitive backwater like Earth.
I scoff at the menu. It has plenty of high-calorie meals that will get me ready to fight, but nothing as dense and greasy as the cheese steaks.
Kiveta and I look up in unison as the kitchen door opens. I sense something strong. As the door shuts, I lose the ability to sense it clearly.
I cock my head at Kiveta. “Is that…”
“Valittu?”
“We can’t just barge into the kitchen.”
“I can send one of my bodies,” he says.
I sigh. “Fine.”
I hear a hiss as his exoskeleton coat opens up beneath the table, and then I see the gross little green thing scurry quickly across the carpet. It changes colors to match the environment, and a few people catch sight of it, but it slips into a door before anyone can be sure they really saw anything.
“You missed the kitchen, dipshit.”
“My body is climbing through a vent in the bathroom. I will check the kitchen from the safety of the vent.”
“Climbing through the vent like a rat. You really think you deserve the fertile prize?”
“Four is better than…”
He trails off, and his face twitches in anger as he remembers that he now only has three bodies. Not four.
I watch his face. It goes slack and stares off into the distance. He must be focusing on what he’s seeing in the kitchen.
“What is it?” I ask. “Another Valittu?”
His eyes flicker toward me for a moment, but they soon go slack again. He speaks to me in a slurred voice while his eyes stare blankly forward. I’ve been keeping close tabs on Kiveta for weaknesses. As far as I can tell, the further his bodies get from each other, the less responsive they all are. With one of his bodies so fa
r away, he struggles to keep his consciousness connected and running smoothly.
I’m keeping all this in mind, because as soon as we kill the Valittu, I will need to kill Kiveta.
“It’s another Valittu,” Kiveta says. “But not the one who took the fertile prize.”
“Another warrior?”
“He’s chopping vegetables with a tiny knife. Still, he looks strong. Maybe retired. He’s got six-dimensional scars.”
“We should leave before he senses us.”
Kiveta nods, and soon I see a hint of movement in the corner of my eye. His camouflaged third body scurries beneath the table cloth. I feel a brief gust of wind on my legs, and then I hear the hiss of air as Kiveta’s exosuit opens and closes again.
I wanted to eat, but I can’t risk another Valittu sensing us. The fact that the one from Earth came here, and that there’s another here means that he likely came here for that reason. The chef Valittu is likely in contact with the one who took the prize. He probably even knows where she is.
If the chef were weaker, we could just torture him to find out where she is. It will be easier to watch him instead. He’ll lead us to her unknowingly.
Thirteen
Raiska
It didn’t work. I didn’t bond her.
I hold her tight in my arms. I’ve never felt so good. There’s a warm hum all around my body, and it’s been over an hour since I came inside of her. I should feel crushed and defeated because we didn’t bond, but I’m too happy to have her. I want it to be enough.
If it weren’t for the Breeding Games, it would be enough for me. I want to fill her with my child, which requires bonding, but if not for the Games, I’d have all the time in the world to figure it out.
My father told me I was different from my brothers. When he gave me the ability to control others’ minds—an ability I no longer ever want to use—he told me there would be a cost.
The mechanism that allows me to connect to another humanoid’s brain was forged with the higher-dimensional piece of me that is usually meant to bond. I can’t bond as equals with another being, I can only connect to them like some kind of parasite, taking them over by force.
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