Hunted by the Alien Pirate: Mates of the Kilgari

by Kyle, Celia

  My hands move down the side of his body, and I take them straight between his legs. He’s already as hard as I’ve ever felt him, his two cocks throbbing against the fabric of his pants. Pushing myself against him, I force him to go down on the mattress while I pull his belt off.

  “Taking the lead?” he asks me, a glint in his eyes.

  “I believe in equality,” I reply, pushing his pants down his legs. He helps move things along by taking his shirt off, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the chiseled muscles on his torso. They’re so perfect they seem like they belong on a painting, one drawn by the hand of a forgotten artist from a golden age.

  Eager for more, I drag my teeth over my bottom lip and hook my fingers on his boxer briefs. I pull them down as slowly as I can, teasing him, and his two cocks almost slap the back of my hand as they spring free. I hold my breath as I take in their size, my heart fluttering as I imagine how Montier and I are going to spend the next hour, and then reach for his two hard cocks.

  “Hang on,” he says, grabbing me by the wrists. “It’s not fair I’m the only one who’s naked in here.”

  “That should be an easy fix.” I let out a bright laugh and then pull my shirt over my head. I’ve just thrown it to the side when Montier sits up on the bed and closes the distance between us. He presses his mouth on the valley between my breasts, and his right hand climbs up my spine until it finds the clasp holding my bra together. One quick flick of his fingers and he opens it up. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he uses his teeth to pull the bra off my body.

  Once he returns his mouth to my skin, he slides the tip of his tongue up the rising curve of my left breast, taking it all the way up to my nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue whipping at it, and I close my eyes and surrender to the moment.

  Grabbing him by the horns, I trap him in place, forcing him to punish my nipple even more fiercely. He does it willingly, his lips tightening around it and increasing the pressure until all my thoughts are in complete disarray.

  “You’re delicious,” he whispers, his tongue now dancing all over my breast. As unbelievable as it may sound, I think he could lead me straight into oblivion just by doing this. Some men might know what they’re doing when it comes to a woman’s body, but Montier…well, he really knows what he’s doing.

  Slowly, he brings one of his hands down to my waist, and then his fingers start peeling my pants off. Kicking my boots off, I then do the same with my pants once they’re all bunched up around my ankles. Now wearing nothing but my black lace thong, I exhale sharply and throw my body back. Once I’m lying down, Montier kneeling between my legs, my heart starts kicking and punching against my ribcage.

  He leans in, laying his lips against my stomach, and then starts kissing his way down my body. He makes it all the way to my waistline and then uses his teeth to peel my thong off. My skin prickles as the air in room hits me.

  I lean back as pleasure overtakes me.

  I’m the happiest girl in the world.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Montier

  Perfection.

  Whenever Fiona and I are together, it’s absolute perfection.

  There’s no better feeling than her in the throes of pleasure with my mouth pressed tightly against her naked skin as she explodes, her entire being drowning in an ocean of pure joy.

  And the best part?

  I know I’m the one responsible for all of it.

  Eager to continue, I slide my fingers off her as gently as I can, her entire body trembling. Running my tongue down her drenched inner lips one final time, I then push myself up, my two cocks so damn hard they feel like they’ve become bulletproof. I’ve known desire and excitement before, but nothing like this.

  “That was incredible,” she breathes out, locks of blonde hair strewn across her face. Her eyes are closed, an exhausted smile on her lips, and her chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace.

  “Tired already?” I ask her, lying down beside her. I cup her right breast with one hand, feeling her hard nipple against my palm, and then lean in to kiss her cheek. She opens her eyes and rolls to her side so she’s facing me. As she does, her right breast weighs down on my hand, the softness of its flesh making my cocks throb in an almost vicious manner.

  “Tired? Maybe.” She lays her delicate fingers on my chest and then runs them down my abs. Her fingertips caress every groove and ridge of my muscles as they travel downward, and they’re only stopped when they come across my hard lengths. Moving fast, she grabs one of my cocks by the root, and she does it so hard I can’t stop myself from groaning. “That doesn’t mean I’m throwing in the towel.”

  “Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” I say, taking one hand to her backside and digging my fingers into her flesh. I pull her into me, enjoying the warmth of her naked body against my skin, and then we go back to kissing. As our tongues lose themselves to their frenzied dance, Luci starts flicking her wrist at a gentle pace, her hand going up and down the length of my cock. She continues until I’ve become almost delirious, and then she takes her free hand down to my other cock.

  Stroking me hard, she gives my body a push with one of her shoulders. I lie flat on my back, grinning as she climbs on top of me, her knees on either side of my thighs. I don’t even think as I reach for her breasts, enjoying the way her flesh molds itself to my fingers.

  “I’m going to want this every day,” she tells me with a low whisper, her eyes locked on mine. Her face is a mask of pure excitement, her eyes burning with lust. “Do you think you’ll be able to keep up?”

  “More than able.”

  “Good.”

  Smiling, she finally stops stroking one of my cocks and pushes it down until its shaft is pressed against her drenched pussy. Pushing herself up a couple of inches, she angles herself so that the tip of my cock is right between her inner lips. Then she eases her body down.

  Flames explode inside my head as I feel the tightness of her inner walls, the warmth of her body making me go crazy. Unable to restrain myself, I thrust upward, driving the entire length of my cock deep inside her. Throwing her head back, she lets out a wicked moan that fills the entire room.

  Still with one hand on my other cock, she goes back to stroking it while she starts rocking her hips, her entire body under a flowing motion as she rides me. She does it in the most perfect of ways, no waste to her movements, and in that moment it no longer feels like we’re separate beings. No, it feels like we’re meshing together, our bodies and soul fusing into one single entity.

  “See?” she asks me out of the blue, a teasing lull to her voice. Her body never stops moving as she speaks, her inner walls gripping me as tightly as a vise. “I can take the lead.”

  “I never doubted it.”

  Pushing my head back, I move to her right nipple and suck it into my mouth, enjoying the flavor of her body as it coats my tongue. I do it as if my life depends on it, her scent and flavor the most powerful aphrodisiac I have ever experienced. There are beautiful, smart, and sexy women all over the galaxy, but I’ve already accepted that Fiona isn’t one of them… because she isn’t a woman.

  She’s a fucking Goddess.

  Suddenly changing gears, she pushes her knees off the mattress and replaces them with her feet. Squatting over me, she keeps my cock inside of her while pressing the other one against her clit. She looks straight into my eyes, her lips slightly parted, and then starts lowering herself over my cock, her tender movements driving me up the wall.

  It’s madness.

  I love it.

  “How can you be this good?” I ask her, and her reply comes in the shape of a devious moan. The sound of it cuts straight through my mind, and my base instincts well up to the surface. Before I even know what I’m doing, I push her off me and force her to lie down on the bed. Hooking my hands under her knees, I drag her across the mattress toward me and then lie down on top of her.

  One thrust and I’m in.

  My cock flies deep inside of he
r with one single thrust, and she arches her back and allows her moaning to turn into full-blown screaming. Thankfully, the bulkhead is strong enough to prevent the sound from escaping this room, or else I’d have a lot of questions to answer in the morning.

  “More,” she breathes out. “I want more.”

  “That makes two of us,” I throw right back at her.

  Grabbing her by the ankles, I push her feet up and make her rest her legs on my shoulders. I keep my eyes on her as I reach down and, holding the one cock that isn’t inside of her, I push it down until it’s pressed tight against her back opening. Her eyes widen with anticipation, and she bites down on her lip as I start easing myself in, my thickness stretching her wide.

  I take my time, careful not to hurt her, and stop for a moment.

  We exchange a glance, and then it’s on.

  Gritting my teeth, I start thrusting as hard as I can, all of my strength behind my hips. The entire length of my cocks slides in and out of her at a frenzied pace, and I let her maddening moans mark the tempo. Time becomes nothing but a meaningless concept, our two bodies all that matter in the entire universe.

  Leaning in, her legs still pressing down on my shoulders, I bring my mouth down onto hers. We kiss passionately as I ravage her, both her openings being viciously punished by my hardness, and we dive off a cliff of pleasure as one.

  “Fuck,” I growl, my cocks throbbing against her inner walls. I hold my breath, the pressure inside me almost unbearable, and I come undone once I feel the iron grip of her pussy and ass around my cocks. I close my eyes and surrender.

  We come at the same time, our bodies burning up, and I exhale sharply as my cocks keep on throbbing, the hard spasms that run across their lengths pushing my seed into her body.

  The world feels electric.

  “Holy shit,” she finally mutters, her voice a pale shadow from what her wicked screams were. “This was incredible. You know, I think I’ve changed my mind…I no longer want this everyday—I want it every hour.”

  “Well, I don’t have a shift tonight…”

  “Neither do I.”

  We kiss once more, and the night is ours.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Fiona

  There’s something to be said for the afterglow of passionate sex, and that something is summed up in one word for me—peace.

  No matter what’s happening in the galaxy or my personal life, having a steamy encounter with the man I truly adore—my jalshagar—centers me in a way nothing else ever has. I know I’m a lot younger than a lot of the other women on board, not to mention less experienced, but I have to imagine it could never feel this way with any other man.

  Montier might be a grumpy sort, the kind of guy who’s willing to punch out his boss and longtime friend because he believes strongly in his convictions, but he’s the right mix of gentleness and bestial lust with me.

  I trust Montier implicitly, and I’d like to think he feels the same way for me.

  At any rate, while some sapients like to smoke some form of dried leaf after sex, and others like nothing more than a decadent dessert, I find that working on a puzzle is my ideal post-sex, post-snuggle activity.

  Right now, Montier is snoring softly next to me on the bed. I’m sitting up with my back against the headboard and data pad on my lap while his left arm remains draped over my thighs. Originally I had looked at the huge amount of files stored in the data I’d obtained from Perseus and thought it would take me years to sift through it all.

  But I’ve worked out a system. First, I went through the files and separated them into three categories: Red Flag, Yellow Flag, and White Flag. Red Flags were just that—files with names that seemed in indicate great importance, such as “subject list galactic ST 14:24.” I wound up with well over three hundred of those alone.

  Yellow Flags are comprised of those files that seemed like they might have a tidbit or two of info but nothing direct. For example, the data file named “mess kitchen inventory” may not have named any test subjects, or referred to them at all, but by examining the amount of food consumed between weekly orders ,we could at least be able to extrapolate how many sapients were being fed, which could be useful.

  Finally, white flags are files that either seem unrelated or far too large to go over in a short time. This was the largest category, and I’m sure we’ll eventually get around to it. For now, I’m only about ten percent through the red flags.

  A lot of the files are encrypted, which is fine with me because it’s just another puzzle to solve. Not that it’s much of a challenge for me, not anymore. Whoever wrote these files had a peculiar affection for an obscure ancient Earth language called Latin. Once I figured that out, it was easy to create a cipher for galactic standard.

  The only problem I’m really having is being disappointed in how useless my so-called red flags are turning out to be. It’s like I’m trying to follow a trail of breadcrumbs, but every third crumb has been eaten. Or maybe only one out of every three is uneaten. I’m not sure about this analogy, but I am saying it’s quite difficult and tedious work.

  When I get to a file pertaining to a “half-breed mongrel: I’m surprised to find Alia’s name attached to it. Seems like she was telling the truth, not that any of us doubted her for a minute. It was a lucky break that I’d decided to tell her the truth of my story, even if it was purely on a whim.

  Apparently, she wasn’t the only test subject rejected for “impure” bloodlines. I’m surprised to see how many humans have mixed ancestry—many of them without even being aware.

  I’m not a geneticist or a scientist like Thrase, but I know a thing or two, and it’s always seemed odd that the various sapient species are able to breed with each other. Not only breed but be able to produce fertile offspring.

  On Earth, there are equine species such as donkeys and horses who appear far more similar in appearance and habit than, say, and Odex and a human. Yet they can’t produce fertile offspring, despite seeming like much the same sort of creature.

  I suppose it lends credence to the “single progenitor” theory so idolized by those faiths who believe in the Precursors. As I said, I’m no geneticist, but you have to admit it’s downright improbable.

  One more file opened, one more dead end. It’s enough to make a girl scream in frustration. I’m tapping away angrily at the pad in my hands when Montier stirs from his slumber and speaks in a voice thick with sleep.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to search these files for something, anything we can use.”

  “It’s late, and we’re on duty in the morning. You should sleep.”

  “While this treasure trove of information sits in my lap, unsorted? You must be mad.”

  He groans and lifts his bleary eyes to meet my gaze.

  “You’re a smart woman. Why not whip up some program or something that does the work for you?”

  “Hey, do I come down to the engine room and tell you what kind of piping to use when you’re… wait a second.” I tap away at my little tablet. “You might be on to something. There’s a way I might be able to narrow down the search parameters by inputting data we already know to be true.”

  “What kind of data?”

  I tap on the screen furiously, my eyes gleaming in reflection as I manically work the code into place.

  “Things like the names of known test subjects, or future test subjects—such as myself, Varia, and the others.”

  “See? I knew you could do it.”

  He sits up and stretches, the blanket falling away from his chiseled torso. Montier stretches an arm over my shoulders and then watches while I work. He’s quite patient, up to a point.

  “Maybe you should put that aside for the evening.” He starts kissing the back of my neck, and I grin as I wave off his affections.

  “Not yet. I’m almost done.”

  “What are you doing again?”

  “Taking your advice and setting up an automatic search of the entire file l
oad. I’ll add in the names of all the bridge crew as well, just in case, as well as the Frontier refugees such as me.”

  “You’re so smart. It turns me on.”

  I chuckle as he reaches up and molests my breasts as I finish punching in the last of the code.

  “Okay, you horny bastard—and I mean that literally as well as figuratively.” I toss the tablet on the nightstand and straddle him, moving his other hand up to my chest. “I guess we’re both awake…”

  No sooner do we start kissing than the stupid tablet goes off with an alarm. So soon?

  “Ignore it.”

  “I can’t.” I pat his cheek gently and get off of him, without getting him off. “Sorry, sweetie, but this could mean our lives.”

  He sighs but doesn’t offer further complaint. Montier sits up once more and peers over my shoulder.

  “Wait a minute. Isn’t that my name? Why is my name in this file at all?”

  “It is your name.” I shake my head in disbelief. “I’m just as perplexed as you.”

  I sweep my finger over the bar at the side of the screen, scanning the document for anything of interest. I find a holovid file, and my eyes go wide.

  “Oh my god.” I sit bolt upright. “We have to get to the bridge. Right away.”

  “What? Why?”

  I show him the screen. He narrows his golden eyes and peers at the output. Then his jaw drops open, and he stops all arguments about going to the bridge.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Montier

  I spin about on the bed, swinging my feet over the side and slipping them directly into the pants legs of my trousers. As I stand up, I simultaneously yank the trousers up to my waist, effectively getting dressed and rising at the same time.

  As I shrug into a shirt, Fiona is so harried she almost walks out the door without any pants on. True, the shirt she has on is one of my own, and therefore reaches mid-thigh, but I’d hate to have her be indecent when she sits in the customary spot on the bridge.