by Renee Rose
“Khrys? Khrys!”
My heart stutters. Stars! It’s Kailani, wearing a set of far-too-big Zandian gear, tramping doggedly through the storm.
She waited.
She didn’t leave without me. She could have—stars, she probably thought about it. But she didn’t. She came out to find me.
Hail starts to tear through her garment. “Kailani!” My voice is instantly lost in the storm. She doesn’t hear me. I run toward her.
She holds up her laser gun, pointed at me.
“Kailani, it’s me.” I grab the weapon from her hands before she can shoot. “It’s Khrys.”
“Khrys! Thank the sweet Mother Earth!” She throws her arms around me in a stranglehold.
She waited. My heart can’t stop celebrating. My human had everything she needed to escape—the ship, her medicine, a weapon. But she didn’t leave.
She has truly bonded to me. Veck, is it what the humans call love? This means...she’s mine. She claimed me. I’m going to claim her right back.
“Come on, let’s go!” I tug her aboard the craft as the hail starts to pound the ground with vehemence, the spiked balls even bigger than before.
We collapse onto the floor in a wet heap, panting.
“Awaiting command,” says the console.
I scramble into action. I sit at the station and program the route to Zandia, avoiding the asteroid belts and the danger zones where we know Ocretion ships lurk lately. Then I launch us into space.
Kailani
The moment Khrys launches us into space and we’re safely away, he gets up from the console and stalks toward me. I’d buckled in for the takeoff, but now I unbuckle, trying to discern whether he’s angry or…
He reaches for me, grasping me behind the head and yanking my mouth to his. “Kailani,” he growls after a searing kiss.
I blink up at him, stunned by his intensity.
He doesn’t stop to explain. He captures my mouth again, sweeping his tongue between my lips at the same time he picks me up to straddle his waist. “I’m going to veck you so hard,” he growls.
“Oh.” The startled syllable tumbles from my lips. Thrills of excitement zing through my nether regions. I reach up to squeeze one of his horns, and he groans, shooting forward. He carries me to the washroom, where he lowers me to my feet, his lips still twisting over mine. He strips my wet clothes from my body.
I slide my hands under his tunic, my palms exploring the ridges of his abdominals. As soon as he has me naked, he pushes me into the washtube. Even though it’s tiny, I tug him in after me. “I-I think we can both fit.” I’m breathless.
He kicks off his boots and leggings and follows me in, pressing my back and ass against the wall when his enormous body fills the tube. He hits the button, and the door closes.
I reach up on my tiptoes and grasp both his horns.
“Veck, Kailani,” he groans, palming my ass. His huge erection presses against my belly.
I squeeze and pump his horns marveling at how his cock seems to respond as if I’m squeezing him there. He thrusts against me, his kisses growing even more brutal.
“Take me,” I plead, just before the water covers us both. It doesn’t stop Khrys from kissing me. He hoists me up, lifting my hips to match the height of his, and the moment the water drains from our faces, he thrusts in.
I gasp, and he goes still, buried inside me. He leans his forehead against mine. “Okay, little warrior?”
I nod. “Yes, Master.” The title feels right. If I am to have a master, he’s the perfect one for me. So thoughtful and caring. Protective and kind. Dominant in the perfect ways.
He eases back and thrusts in again.
My eyes roll back with the pleasure of it. He’s in so deep. So far. He owns my body in a way the Kraa never did. In a way that my body revels in.
“Yes,” I encourage, squeezing his horn.
He thrusts again, deep and hard. And again.
“More,” I murmur.
He picks up speed. His movements are powerful. Almost frightening, but the pleasure by far outweighs any fear I might have that he could hurt me.
Besides, I know if I didn’t like it, he’d stop. I believe that now. I can trust him.
“Kailani,” he groans. The sound of my name in those guttural tones makes me just as wild for him as he is for me. I squeeze my legs around his back and use my heels to drive him in harder with each thrust, faster.
The air blowers stop, and the door slides open, but we’re not going anywhere. Khrys pounds into me, his powerful body melding with mine, mastering me, devouring me.
“Veck, I can’t hold back,” he mutters.
“Don’t,” I pant. “Don’t hold back.”
He shouts out a roar and buries himself deep inside me. The heat of his cum fills me as I crest the peak as well, my inner walls squeezing and milking his cock for all his seed.
“Khrys,” I cry out brokenly.
“Kailani. Sweet human. My beautiful, wonderful human.”
Khrys
I carry Kailani to the bunk room and drop her on the bed. “Have you had your medicine?”
She nods, her blue gaze locked on mine, pupils wide. Her face flushes a lovely shade of golden-pink. She looks well-vecked.
Content, even.
I vecking love that look on her, and I vow to put it on her face every vecking planet rotation.
If I can keep her, that is.
I’ll have to petition King Zander for permission to mate her. He may refuse me. She’s very valuable. He may wish her to be mated to more than one Zandian male because her genes may be particularly useful for the future generations.
That thought makes me want to punch the ship wall.
The king may not even grant me a mate after what I’ve done. Although if Kailani’s body provides the answers to heal Princess Kaylar and the other sick halflings, I feel certain he’ll be grateful.
“Did you eat something? Are you hungry?”
She shakes her head. “No, Master.”
Veck. Every time she calls me that, I want to roar my satisfaction to the stars. Nothing has ever sounded more perfect to my ears.
“Good, because now I’m going to claim you again.” I crawl over her and cage her wrists gently, then press them down beside her head. “Tell me something, little warrior. You thought about leaving without me back there, didn’t you?”
Her pupils shrink, and her breath catches. I lean down and do what I’ve been dying to do since the moment I first saw her at the auction—take one of her perky brown nipples into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it then nip it with my teeth.
“Hmm? You figured out how to start the ship. One command, and you could’ve left me behind.”
“But I didn’t,” she whispers.
I give her a slow, feral smile. “No, you didn’t. Do you know why?”
She gives her head a slow roll side to side.
I settle a little of my weight on top of her, my cock long between her legs. I give her neglected nipple the same treatment. She rolls her hips to meet mine.
“Because you know you belong to me now, don’t you? I’m going to take care of you. I’m your master.”
“I-I was afraid you needed my help,” she admits, and my heart squeezes.
“You were worried about me.” My smile grows wider.
“Yes.”
I crawl lower on her body and push her knees wide. “Here I was thinking a little punishment was in order. But I think, instead, it should be reward.” I lick into her.
She jerks as if shocked by the sensation, her knees closing around my shoulders. “Khrys!” she cries out. When she grasps both my horns, I suck in my breath, nearly coming a second time without warning.
“Veck, Kailani. I’m not sure you realize what you’re doing to me.”
She gives me a knowing smile—so full of confidence and power it floors me. “I think I do,” she purrs. I slip my tongue between her folds, tracing the dainty lips. “What was my punishme
nt going to be?” she asks, like she’s sorry I removed it from the agenda.
I flick my tongue over her pleasure-button, and her knees slap my shoulders again. She lifts her hips off the bed to press her sex against my mouth. I push pin them down and affix my lips over her tiny nubbin, sucking.
“Oh….oh!” Her knees flap around my ears.
“I don’t know, a little spanking. Maybe on your pussy this time.”
She leans up on her elbows, eyes wide. “H-how?”
I grin. “Like this, beautiful.” I push one of her knees up high, toward her shoulder, to open her to me, then bring my fingers down lightly over her clit in a tiny spank.
She jerks, her flat belly shuddering in and out. “Yes,” she whispers.
I start to do it again, but a strange sound makes me leap and whirl, ready to attack. “What the—”
The little whimmet from the field has jumped onto the cot behind me. I grab for it, and it bites my hand—not hard; its flat teeth couldn’t damage a sheet of silk, but it clearly doesn’t care for me.
“Vecking nuisance,” I curse, wiping my hand along the blanket.
“Don’t hurt Whimmie!” Kailani exclaims.
It takes just a moment for me to quiet my reflexes, and then I boom with laughter. “You brought that creature on the ship?”
“She stowed away in the flower bag. Isn’t she adorable? She’s the one who told me I needed to go out and find you in the storm.”
I chuckle. “Is that so?”
“Yes! Can I keep her?”
I pick the purring creature up and set it gently on the floor, away from us. It protests, gracefully leaping back up.
“I don’t think she’ll be allowed on Zandia, Kai, but I’ll see what we can do.” I pick the silly would-be pet up again and drop it to the floor. “There are consequences for bringing live animals on my ship without permission, though.”
Kailani leans up on her elbows, her beautiful breasts sliding as she moves. “What are they?” Her eyes glitter with interest.
“I’ll show you.” I move back and lift her toned legs, holding both her ankles in one hand in the direction of the ceiling. I deliver a slap to her exposed ass.
Her cry sounds far more wanton than pained. I deliver a few more spanks. In this position, her sex is exposed between her legs, and I can spank her there as well. “Oh! Ow. Ung.” I spank until her ass turns a lovely shade of pink, and then I lower her hips back to the cot. “Roll over, little warrior. Show me that red ass.”
Kailani only looks unsure for a moment, and then she obeys, rolling to her belly and looking over her shoulder at me.
“On your knees, precious.” I pull her hips up, so she rests on her knees. When she tries to rise to her hands, I press my hand between her shoulder blades to keep her torso down. “Just like that.” I rub my cock over her dripping entrance. “Good girl,” I murmur when she relaxes, and I ease in.
“Mmm,” she hums, apparently enjoying the sensation of being filled by me again.
“You take my cock like such a good girl,” I praise. I grip her hips and give her a few short bumps, slapping her ass with my loins on each in-stroke.
She moans, loud and long.
The silly whimmit tries to jump up on the bed again, and Kailani giggles, pushing it off.
I go slowly, with several long strokes in and out, glorying in the sensation of my cock cooling each time it leaves her tight channel and then sinking into her delicious heat again. I press my thumb to her anus and massage it. “When you’re really naughty, I’ll veck you here,” I tell her, my cock thickening even more at the thought. Her back pucker squeezes and flutters at the threat.
“Khrys,” she moans. “Please.”
“You need it faster, my little warrior?”
“Yes, Master.”
Veck. I start to lose control again. I grip her hips and slam in hard, unable to hold back. I thrust into her with such force that she stretches her arms out to brace herself against the wall. I reach around and rub her swollen clit.
She cries out, her muscles contracting around my cock.
It’s all I can take. I shout and pound into her, my balls drawing up tight, my thighs quaking. “Kailani!” Veck. I plow in and out, lights dancing behind my eyes, and then I come with a roar loud enough to fill the entire ship.
My vision goes black for a few moments. When it clears, I find Kailani, gasping and giggling beneath me.
“Sweet little warrior.” I ease out and drop beside her, pulling her into my arms. “I should have known you’d steal my heart.”
Chapter 10
Kailani
The trip to Zandia is shorter than I think we both want it to be. I’m nervous about what it will be like to live on Zandia with Khrys. He hasn’t specifically said he will mate me, but considering how many times he’s pleasured me in the past planet rotation, it seems obvious that I’m his.
Khrys seems to grow tense as we approach. When he opens the comms to announce our landing, his voice is deep and terse.
“Is everything all right?” I ask, prickles of warning starting to crawl up my arms.
He lands the craft expertly—a whisper soft touch to the ground then swivels in the flight chair and looks at me. His brown eyes are troubled. “Kailani, there’s something I should tell you.”
The prickles race everywhere. “What is it?” My stomach tightens.
“The reason I went to get you from the auction is... ”
I leap to my feet, terror streaking through me.
“Remember I told you about the epidemic?”
“What?” My mind spins, trying to figure out what Khrys is trying to tell me.
The conversation is cut off by the whoosh of the door seals, and I blink at the new bright lights streaming in from the tarmac. A flurry of voices and activity assaults my senses. A handful of Zandians flood the craft.
I scoop up Whimmie when she gives a cry of alarm.
“Captain Khrys, you must come with us,” one of the guards announces.
“Why do they have weapons?” I’m taken aback by the sight of alert warriors flanking me and Khrys. “I don’t understand.” I turn to Khrys, that terrible feeling burgeoning in my stomach.
“Kailani, I took this ship without leave, and I’ll have to answer for it, but it’s going to be all right.” He speaks quickly as the guards on either side of him take his arms. He shakes off their hold. “I’m coming peaceably, there’s no need for restraint,” he snaps.
I squeeze Whimmie tightly, and she squeaks in alarm.
“Khrys?” My voice is high and panicked. With a tremble. “What is this? What’s going on?”
“Welcome to Zandia.” One of the Zandians—he appears to be a commander—looks me up and down, and his voice—although not angry—doesn’t sound warm and inviting. “Captain Khrys, you will accompany Gabin for questioning. Kailani, please come with us to the isolation med chamber.” It’s not a request.
Isolation med chamber.
The words strike fresh terror through my body.
“Give her a moment,” Khrys barks as the warriors beside him attempt to pull him off the craft. They move him down the ramp, and he calls out over his shoulder, “She’s been traumatized by her former masters. You have to go slowly. She’s afraid of needles!”
What in the name of Mother Earth is going on? Did Khrys just sell me out? He stole me from auction only to turn me over for more medical experiments? I’m such an idiot! I knew he couldn’t be trusted!
I double over as if to heave, but nothing comes out.
“Come, Kailani,” the commander says.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I snap at the male who addressed me, heart hammering. I carefully place Whimmie on a seat and prepare to fight. I glance around for my med kit—it’s across the bay, too far to reach. “Let. Khrys. Go.”
“Khrys must answer for his actions, but I expect he will be released. Especially if our medical team finds you to be as useful as we hope.”
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br /> We hope?
Medical team?
“No.” I crouch in a fighting stance. “No medical team is touching me. I didn’t agree to this.”
The commander’s brows dip, but he doesn’t look angry. More confused. “No harm will come to you, Kailani. Did Khrys not speak to you about this? We have a critical need for your cells to fight the Z4-A virus that’s infected our young human population.”
The epidemic. That’s what Khrys was trying to tell me.
But the asshole never said anything about using me—using my cells—to cure it. How could he? Did he actually use me as a pawn to buy his own freedom for his mistakes on Zandia?
Pain rips through my heart, equal to the anger.
I leap in an attack, kicking the commander and nearly capturing the sword at his waist. In a flash and flurry of movement, the powerful Zandian warriors have me subdued, howling with rage.
“Take her to the med bay,” the commander says. “Bayla can calm her down there.”
“I won’t go anywhere!” I scream, writhing and twisting in their grasp, but I can’t get free. They drag me off the ship. “Let me go!”
“Dr. Daneth,” I hear the commander speak in clipped tones. “The patient is uncooperative. We’re going to need a sedative, so she doesn’t hurt herself.”
In the distance, I see Khrys turn from where he’s being escorted away. “Kailani!” He sounds alarmed. “Let her go!” He breaks free and sprints toward us, but moments later, he’s tackled to the ground.
“Veck you, Khrys,” I scream at him, using his curse word. “You sold me out! I hate you! I will never forgive you for this!”
When he’s hauled to his feet, he doesn’t make another attempt to break free, but he won’t let them drag him away, either. He stands, watching me kick and fight, anguish marring his usual impassive face.
“No med bay, no med bay,” I chant as they propel me forward. No one has hurt me, but I can’t seem to free myself from their restraint.