by Luna Voss
He pulls me into him, holding my butt with both hands and practically lifting me off the floor. I sigh in satisfaction as I feel his hard shaft press against my crotch.
“Let’s go to the bed,” I manage to suggest as he starts grinding himself against me, kissing my neck. He grunts an affirmative and then picks me up off the ground and throws me over his shoulder, groping my butt with his hands as he carries me over to the bed.
“I’ve wanted to claim you since the first moment I saw you,” he says, throwing me onto the mattress and looking over my naked form with glee. “You were made for me, Christy. You were made for me to seed until my baby is inside you. You’re everything I ever wanted.”
I whimper, looking up at him, feeling tiny. He’s so big. That thing between his legs is so big. He spreads my thighs apart with his hands, his lips flaring, and my pussy throbs at the thought of him entering me. I feel so small, so tight. And he’s so big.
“Go slow,” I beg as he slaps his cock down on my clit, moving it slowly forward and back. “I’m tight.”
“I know you are, little human,” he gloats, grinning as he makes eye contact. “But you can take me. I know you can take this big Kyrzon cock. I can see you dripping right now at the thought of it.”
“You’re going to stretch me open,” I whimper, practically trembling in anticipation. I can feel my pussy leaking wetness, my sensitive lips swollen with need.
Rukkarr watches my face as he positions the head of his cock, sliding it around my wet folds. I quiver as I feel him find my entrance. I’m so wet that he parts my lips easily, hovering there on the verge of going in. His cock feels huge, big enough to split me open, and yet at the same time, I feel so empty. There’s a desperate, burning need inside me that only the chief can fill.
“Are you ready for me?” asks Rukkarr, the tension of holding himself back written all over his face.
“Yes,” I whisper, reaching for him and pulling his body down onto mine. “Take me, Rukkarr.”
He cups my face in one of his huge hands and looks into my eyes as he slowly pushes himself inside me. A moan escapes my lips, completely unbidden, as his cock sinks into me, stretching me open.
“Rukkarr,” I gasp, my fingers scrambling at his back. “Rukkarr, you feel so big.”
“I am so big,” he groans, looking immensely satisfied as he pushes himself deeper. “And you are so small.” His eyes close for a moment, as though he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. “And so tight. Oh yes, so tight.” His body trembles, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s climaxed right there. I can feel his cock throbbing very deep inside me, deeper than I’ve ever had anything before. Is this what it feels like when a man comes?
And then his eyes open, and he leans down to kiss my lips as he pulls back for another thrust.
The initial discomfort of being penetrated fades quickly. It’s like my body is getting used to him, or maybe I’m just so turned on that I couldn’t feel pain if I wanted to. A couple thrusts from Rukkarr later, and I’m squirming around on the bed, unable to control my moans. The sensation of his huge cock filling me up is overwhelming. Each time he thrusts inside me, I feel my tight walls yielding to him, stretching to accept his thick shaft. It’s like Rukkarr is adapting me to the Kyrzon anatomy, opening up the room he needs in order to breed me.
“I still can’t believe you’re mine,” the alien gasps, continuing to thrust. “I can’t believe how badly I wanted that cute little girl in the governor’s office, and now I get to claim her cunt.”
I wrap my legs around him, wanting to pull him deeper, pleasure surging through me. He rests his hand on my neck, not squeezing, just making me feel utterly and completely owned. I whimper, looking up at him. He looks into my eyes, still dragging his cock in and out of me.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he growls.
“You,” I moan, feeling the early tingles of an orgasm starting to build up inside me. “I belong to you!”
“My name. I want to hear you say my name.”
“Rukkarr,” I gasp, my hips quaking as his cock drills into me. “Chief Rukkarr… of Clan… I… fuck…”
My ability to form coherent words leaves me as the chief starts thrusting faster. With every stroke I can hear the wet slap of our flesh colliding, feel the deep rumbling of his moans vibrating through me. I cry out as I come, my whole body shuddering.
“Yes!” Rukkarr snarls, his fingers digging into me, eyes alight. “Yes, fucking yes! Christy, you feel so good. You feel so fucking good. Fuck. Fuck.”
He grunts, and I feel his cock twitching in my pussy. Pleasure courses through me as he gasps and moans, pumping his warm cum into me. I feel it pooling inside me, squelching around his shaft, and his thrusting slows. The Kyrzon looks into my eyes, his breathing ragged, and then he buries his face in my neck, still gasping.
I cling to him as his cock throbs inside me with the last of his seed. He strokes the hair out of my face, looking more content than I’ve ever seen him. There doesn’t seem to be a single worry on his handsome face.
He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t either. I just look into his eyes. I never thought I would feel like this about a Kyrzon. I’ve never felt like this about anyone. I don’t understand it, but being with him just feels right. As though in some strange way, we were made for each other, despite all of our differences.
He pulls out of me and I gasp, surprised by the sudden feeling of emptiness. I woke up today a virgin, and already, I’m missing Rukkarr’s cock. Some of his cum dribbles out of me, tickling me on the way down, and I giggle in spite of myself.
“I didn’t realize sex would be so messy,” I say, unable to contain my grin. I did it. I had sex.
“I want you to always be messy,” growls the chief, grinning back at me, his tone playful. “If it were up to me, you would spend every moment of your life with my seed dripping out of you.”
I laugh. “I think that might get awkward around other people.”
He brings his lips to mine, and we kiss each other softly. I’m still glowing from what we just did. It’s like Rukkarr has unlocked a part of me that I’ve spent my entire life either ignoring or suppressing.
As we cuddle up together before sleep, my head on his chest, I feel complete in a way I never have before.
Chapter Twenty
“Christy and I should ride for Human Territory at once,” growls Rukkarr. “We’ll meet up with the rest of my warriors and launch an attack on Clan Nerkesh.”
“Clan Gurrak will be with you,” rumbles Gurrak, banging his fist on the table. “I myself shall lend my sword.”
“I guess I’ll stay here with the baby,” says Julia, sipping on a mug of warm tusk-ox milk, rocking little Verkkie in her lap. “Don’t mind me.”
I laugh. The two Kyrzons just look at her blankly, both of their expressions serious. Julia and I roll our eyes at each other.
I turn my attention to her and the baby as the chiefs continue to make plans. This is the first time I’ve seen a Kyrzon infant, and I’m fascinated. Verkkie is definitely bigger than I would expect to human baby to be at his age, but he’s not freakishly enormous. He’s actually one of the cutest babies I’ve ever seen.
We’re all sitting in the empty dining hall after an early breakfast. Rukkarr, ever the soldier, insisted on waking up early so that we could get moving. I can’t blame him, although I would have preferred having more time to sleep in. This business with Clan Nerkesh is certainly urgent.
I listen to the two war chiefs converse as I watch Julia rock the sleeping baby:
“You traveled here with Clan Nerkesh. How many soldiers would you estimate they brought with them?” Gurrak asks my mate.
“It was perhaps three dozen,” says Rukkarr. His nostrils flare. “And fewer, after doing battle with my warriors. But they have many more back in our homeland. The time to strike is now, while Chief Nerkesh is separated from the rest of his clan. If we can defeat the chief out here, I will take control of his people and his territo
ries when we return home. And then Clan Nerkesh will be a threat no longer. “
“We could easily crush three dozen soldiers in a pitched battle. Our forces combined are much greater.”
“Chief Nerkesh will not give us a pitched battle. I know him. He is very good at the art of choosing his fights and harassing the larger army. He favors trickery. Ambushes and veiled attacks. And I wouldn’t be surprised at all to learn that he has aligned himself with one of the native clans in this region. He is very good at making friends when it benefits him.”
“Like he did with Governor Pullman,” I pitch in. “None of us picked up on that until way after the fact.”
“That’s right,” agrees Rukkarr. “We must be wary. It would be better if we could catch him unawares.”
“But how are we going to do that?” asks Gurrak. “We don’t even know where Chief Nerkesh is.”
“I do,” I say.
Everyone looks at me.
“Or at least,” I amend myself, “I know how to find him.”
* * *
Julia and Chief Gurrak wave to us as we depart, Julia holding baby Verkkie in her arms. Gurrak had offered to come along with us, but Rukkarr and I both agreed it was better for him to stay with Julia and the baby. I grin over my shoulder at my friend as we begin to ride, surrounded by armed Clan Gurrak guards. I’ve come to like her a lot.
Our plan is to meet up with the rest of Rukkarr’s warriors near the border of Human Territory. After that, we are going to take the course of action that I suggested. An idea that, while dangerous, I strongly believe is our best course of action. If successful, my plan will allow us to defeat Clan Nerkesh, ensure our safe travel back to the Far Territories, and also hopefully put an end to the kidnapping of human women in New Byzantium.
We are going to capture Governor Pullman.
Chief Rukkarr was very resistant when I first suggested the idea. Kyrzons are not allowed to bear weapons in Human Territory, he had reminded me. That’s a rule Kyrzons take extremely seriously. But, I reminded him, we don’t need to bring weapons. Not if we do it carefully. Any Kyrzon should be more than strong enough to overpower the governor.
The hard part is sneaking a Kyrzon into New Byzantium.
We haven’t decided on a plan for that yet. This whole idea relies on my knowledge of the settlement, and of Governor Pullman. However we end up doing it, we’re going to need to get in and get out quickly.
Once we have the governor, it shouldn’t be too difficult to get him to tell us where Chief Nerkesh is hiding. Or even to find out the location of their next meeting, and plan an ambush. And according to Rukkarr, killing Chief Nerkesh is all the victory we need here. Apparently in the Kyrzon world, a chief who kills another chief will typically assume ownership of his clan.
So those are half the thoughts filling my head as I sit with Rukkarr in the saddle of his tusk-ox, cuddling up against him.
The other half are warm, fuzzy memories of what we experienced together the night before. Of letting Rukkarr become the first and only man to claim me, and doing the same for him. The knowledge of what we shared together, the lingering intimacy of that moment of bonding, makes me feel so close to him that my heart wants to explode. When I think back to the life I used to live without him, it’s hard to imagine how I survived without his affection, without his touch.
Without his love.
Neither of us has said the word yet, but in my own mind, it’s the way I’m starting to think about our relationship. I’m almost nervous to allow the thought: it’s not like I’ve known him for very long, and not even a week ago, the very idea of being in love with a Kyrzon would have shocked me.
But being with the chief feels right in a way I never could have imagined. I want to be his mate. I want to love him, to be there for him, to support him as he rules over his clan. I want to learn his customs and his way of life, and embrace my new role as a Kyrzon Bride.
I want to have Rukkarr’s babies.
“What are you thinking about, little one?” the chief asks me, his voice breaking into my thoughts.
“Nothing,” I say, twisting around in the saddle and kissing him on the cheek.
Chapter Twenty-One
It’s dark by the time we arrive at the Clan Rukkarr camp, flanked by the soldiers from Clan Gurrak. The camp guards raised their spears threateningly as we approach, but lower them at a single word from the chief. I get a rush of satisfaction at this reminder of how much power my new mate carries.
After a hurried meal, Rukkarr and I sit around the campfire with several of his high-ranking soldiers, making plans. We aim to capture Pullman the next day.
“I would be glad to accompany you on this mission, my chief,” one of them offers, puffing out his chest.
“And I,” says another.
I try not to laugh. It’s super obvious that all the soldiers around Rukkarr are trying to impress him. Honestly, it’s kind of cute.
But we can’t just roll into New Byzantium with a big band of Kyrzon warriors.
“It should just be me and the chief,” I say to the group. “We’ll draw suspicion if there are too many of us. We need to get the governor on his own, so we can prove that he he really did help Nerkesh steal the missing Brides. Otherwise, Pullman can frame what happened as an illegal Kyrzon attack on Human Territory, and we’ll be screwed.”
The unspoken context here, understood by all present, is that any Kyrzon who violates the sanctity of Human Territory would be set upon by all the tribes and killed without mercy. Kyrzons take this taboo very seriously. For one of these aliens to attack Human Territory is to threaten their source of women, and the survival of their entire race. It’s pretty much the one thing all the tribes seem to agree on. Even humans know that.
And that, I realize, is probably a part of Rukkarr’s anger about this. Gurrak’s, too. The more time I spend with these aliens, the more it becomes clear to me that most of them really do have a sense of honor, and a code that they live by. They’re not just senseless brutes. The way that they acquire human mates may seem a bit unsavory, but to them, the auction process is sacred. When Rukkarr wanted more Brides for his people, he petitioned the governor. The idea that Chief Nerkesh would be so dishonorable as to steal a Bride seems to anger him greatly. Although we come from different worlds, I have a lot of admiration for his sense of honor.
“I would not send my chief into battle alone,” one of the warriors grunts to Rukkarr. “To remain here at camp while you charge into danger would shame me.”
“First off, we’re not going into battle,” I say, struggling very hard not to roll my eyes. “We’re going to kidnap one single human man, who is likely to be unarmed. And second off, Rukkarr won’t be alone. He’ll have me with him.”
I look to the chief to back me up, but he shakes his head. “Christy, I admire your courage, but I would not put my mate at risk. You will remain here at camp.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “And how do you expect to get the governor alone?”
“I will find him. I have been to the governor’s office before, remember.”
“And how do you expect to get in? Do you know the code to unlock the door? Do you even know the best way to get there without being seen?”
Rukkarr blinks. He looks like he hadn’t considered any of this. I keep talking:
“And what if Pullman isn’t there? What if he’s at his house? What if any one of the million complications that could come up, does? Rukkarr, I grew up in New Byzantium. I worked in the governor’s office. I know the situation we’re going into better than you ever could. You’re going to need me.”
The chief stares at me. So do all of his men. I can tell that they’re shocked by my outburst. I get the impression that nobody talks to Chief Rukkarr like that.
Then Rukkarr’s face breaks into a grin, and he claps his hands. “Christy is right,” he announces. “I will indeed require her assistance. The two of us will go alone.”
He puts his arm around me,
and as he does so, he leans in and whispers into my ear: “The fucking second I have you alone in my tent tonight, you’re going to find out exactly how much it turns me on to see you get passionate like that.”
* * *
Chief Rukkarr is a man of his word. When we finally get back to his tent after another hour around the campfire, no sooner have we made it through the flap then his lips are on me, and his hands are touching me under my clothes.
“I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” he growls, helping himself to handfuls of my breasts. “What did I do to deserve an amazing little human like you?”
“You bought me,” I gasp, lifting my arms and allowing him to pull off my shirt. “And clearly, you have good taste.”
He laughs, struggling with my bra strap, and this time, he manages to get it off without my help. I squeal as he picks me up in his arms and places me delicately on the floor of the tent, which is covered by tusk-bear fur blankets.
“I mean it,” Rukkarr whispers, stroking my hair out of my face. “I never thought I would feel this way about my Bride. I didn’t know humans like you existed. I… I think I love you, Christy. And if anybody tries to hurt you tomorrow, I’ll rip their fucking guts out.”
I pull him into me, kissing him passionately. “I love you too,” I moan between kisses. “Rukkarr, I’m so glad you bought me. I’m so lucky it was you.”
We continue to kiss, pulling off each other’s clothes, and soon we’re naked together, our bodies pressed together on top of the soft furs. I feel so close to him. I feel like there’s an understanding between us that goes far beyond words.
His cock slides between my thighs, rubbing against my clit. I inhale in anticipation, my whole body tingling with excitement. I’ve been waiting all day for this. I cry out as he slips himself inside me. He feels just as big as he did last night, and this time his girth is welcome, comforting. My pussy just feels so very full. As though his cock completes me.