Married to the Alien Admiral: Renascence Alliance Series Book 1

by Alma Nilsson

  Kara could see the desire in his eyes. She wondered then how many times a 45-year-old Alliance man could have sex in a day. “I’m impressed by your stamina, old man.”

  Tir smiled at her then, and it was the first time she had seen him smile, and he said, “It’s only because I have such a wild and beautiful specimen from a far corner of the galaxy before me that requires some lessons in Alliance obedience.” He stood up, “Come.” He walked behind her with his hands lightly on her elbows, guiding her back into the bedroom. Tir then left her standing in the center of the room while he went into his wardrobe and brought out some black ribbons. He gently took off her dress again, touching and kissing her body as he went. After some minutes, she stood in the center of the bedroom naked, and she allowed him to tie her wrists together behind her back with one black ribbon and then he put the other ribbon over her eyes, so she was blinded. Then in quite a different tone of voice than before, he ordered her, “Don’t move,” and then she heard him walk out of the bedroom.

  Kara was excited just standing there in the cold, being bound and naked, just waiting for him. Her nipples were stiff with excitement and cold, and she could feel her sex becoming wet again in anticipation of what he was going to do to her.

  Tir made her wait five minutes which he thought was long enough given that this was the first time they were doing this and that she was blindfolded. Little did he realize that humans could not see in the dark and he would have scared her if he had just turned out the lights, but he had not thought of that because Alliance people could see well in complete darkness. When he walked back into the room, he kneeled in front of her and ran his fingers lightly up her legs. When he reached her inner thighs, he said, “So much wetness here. You must love my touch,” he gently ran his fingers over her inner thighs, running his fingers through the hair over her vulva and all the way back near her anus. He was mixing her wetness and his semen. “Do you like the feel of my semen running down your legs?”

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  He smacked her bottom hard.

  She corrected herself, “Yes, Husband.”

  “Now, what was I punishing you for human?”

  “Asking about punishments,” he smacked her again, “Husband,” she had purposely forgotten that time, and she thought, Yes, spank me harder. Kara was no stranger to these kinds of sex games, and she was pleased that neither was he. However, as he was an alien, she hoped that it would not go too far.

  “Asking about punishments. Usually, an Alliance man would never punish his wife, but you are human and must learn our ways, so I have no choice. I’ll punish you as I would a slave.”

  “A slave?”

  He smacked her hard again.

  “A slave, Husband?” she tried not to smile but could not help herself, so he smacked her again and that time really stung, but really she was enjoying every moment of this.

  “Yes, slaves brought to the Capital City usually have to be trained with rewards and punishments. I’ll do the same with you.” He was rubbing her rear, “Now, your punishment for even asking about punishments will be 20 lashes with this little whip I’ve here. Put your hands out, palms up.”

  Kara did as he said.

  Tir rubbed the small whip along her palms. “Feel the length of it, Kara,” he ordered her.

  Her fingers ran along the little whip, and she noticed it had two short tails and she could not help but become aroused thinking about him whipping her with this. She inadvertently squeezed her thighs together in anticipation.

  “I’m going to whip you with this across your backside, thighs, and vulva for the asking. Twenty lashes.”

  “Yes, Husband.” Do it, she thought, Oh yes, do it.

  “Lean forward to receive your punishment,” he stood behind her still fully clothed but completely aroused by the whole situation. He wished she would be a bit feistier, but he suspected that she was tired or that maybe she had never done this before and was unsure how to behave.

  “Can I put my weight on the bed?”

  There she was, his feisty captain, “No Wife. Bend over and keep your balance.” He took the whip and struck her across her behind with it, “Count.”

  Kara bent over, keeping her balance. The weight of her necklace felt like it kept her head parallel to the floor. She closed her eyes, waiting for the first strike, “One, two three, four, five,” he kept a slow and steady rhythm. On number five, he purposely struck her vagina then, and she winced with both pleasure and pain.

  “Did that feel good?” he was rubbing the whip up and down against the length of her vulva down to her vagina’s entrance now. “You’re so wet. I think you might be enjoying this too much. We should make it a bit more painful or I’m afraid you won’t learn your lesson.” He struck her then across the backside harder than before.

  Kara winced, but loved his strength, “Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.” He was caressing her now, her breasts, her stomach, her neck, her hair. Then he grabbed her hair a little roughly and brought her close to him to whisper in her ear, which gave her shivers.

  “Ten strokes left Wife, tell me where you want them,” Tir pinched her nipples, “Here?” then his hand moved down to her vulva, and he stroked the long length of her, pulling a little at the hair there and she jumped at her sensitivity to his touch when he grazed her clitoris, “Or here?” He knelt then and began kissing her bottom that had turned so red.

  Kara jumped again from the warmth of his mouth and the surprise of his actions.

  Tir held her thighs still as he continued to kiss her behind. He heard her moan a little with pleasure, “Where do you want the last ten lashes Wife?” he said between kisses.

  She was overwhelmed with cold and hot sensations. She wanted Tir to continue. She wanted him to lick and kiss her everywhere. Kara could hardly think and could not speak.

  Tir kept kissing her, licking at her inner thighs from behind, “I am waiting.”

  “Here, Husband,” she said, pointing to her vulva, “Do it here.”

  Tir looked up at her and smiled although she couldn’t see it because she was blindfolded. He sprang to his feet and stood behind her. Then he guided her to lean back against his chest, put one arm around her, his hand gripping one of her breasts, got a good angle, and began.

  She had not been expecting the sensation that exploded in her body when he softly smacked her. She jumped and forgot to count.

  “Count,” he ordered her quietly in her ear, his breath causing shivers to run down her neck. He also pinched the nipple of the breast he held.

  Kara was melting in his arms. She could not remember what number she was on, “Eleven, twelve, oh…” he rubbed the whip up and down, touching her clitoris. Kara was so close to coming. “Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…” he was rubbing her again, and she was moving her hips to create even more friction. “Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.” Then he walked away from her and just left her standing there alone in the middle of the room wanting. She heard him get on the bed. Kara suspected he was watching her. She wanted him to come and finish this. To touch her. To do something. She tried to take the blindfold off but couldn’t because her hands were tied behind her. Now she began to struggle to get them out to get the blindfold off and or to bring herself to climax as she was so close it was almost painful.

  “Don’t struggle,” he said from across the room. “Just wait.”

  “Wait for what… Husband?” she added it at the last minute to gain some favor.

  “For me to decide how long we should punish you for.”

  She just stood there thinking, I hope it won’t be too long. I want him. I need him.

  Tir left her for ten minutes. He would have left her longer, but he realized how tired she was when she began to waver. He was impressed that she did not ask again to be released. He took off his clothes and guided her to the bed. “How do you want me to enter you?”

  “Like a dog,” she said breathlessly.

  “What’s a dog?” he asked
. He had never seen this Earth creature.

  She smiled, “Never mind, from behind, like before.”

  She got on her knees on the bed, and he held her wrists with one hand and her hair with the other.

  Tir entered her, impaling her rhythmically.

  Kara enjoyed this so much as it all seemed so primal, as she was tied, blindfolded and he was holding her so tightly. He was controlling everything now, and she screamed, “Yes, harder! Pull me against you harder.”

  Tir had never been with a woman that was so vocal, and he loved it. He grasped her wrists with strength he had never used with a woman before and increased his thrusts to be stronger and deeper. After a minute, he was rewarded by her coming again, which quickly brought on his orgasm.

  When she thought she would collapse out of pure exhaustion, he held her as he took off her blindfold and untied her wrists, but Tir noticed that she almost fell when he released her, so he effortlessly picked her up into his arms and took her into the shower.

  Tir looked down at Kara still in his arms and said, “This is probably going to be very cold for you.” The water began to fall in that instant.

  She screamed for how cold it was. It was not the 25C she thought was cold before, but this was freezing.

  He set her down but held on to her, so she did not escape, and suddenly the shower was providing soap, and he was spreading it all around her body gently. He whispered in her ear, “This won’t take long.” After he washed her and himself quickly, the shower turned off, he grabbed his comb and combed her hair then his and then activated the dryer.

  Even though she was clean and dry now, Kara was still shivering. She barely registered that the shower had scented her with some artificial smell she recognized from his scent, and she found it mildly revolting. Humans didn’t mask their odors.

  Tir carried her to the bed. He put her under the covers, “These blankets will adapt to the temperature you require so you will not be cold. I’ll join you in a minute. Try to warm up.”

  Kara nodded and then disappeared entirely under the blankets. She was so cold she wanted her head and everything under them. It was not long before she began to warm up, and she was relieved that he was right about the blankets.

  When he returned, he got in and held up the blanket to look down at her, “Are you okay down there? Or do I need to call the doctor?”

  “I’m getting warm,” she said exhaustedly.

  He moved down the bed, under the covers so that their heads were at the same level and their faces only inches apart under the dark covers. He stroked Kara's short brown hair, “Kara, we will try to come to some compromise about temperature.”

  She looked at him, into his green eyes and nodded. Kara had never been so intimate with a man she hardly knew before. She wondered if she would get to know him for better or worse by such close intimacy so soon. Both, she thought to herself and then questioned again, How long will it take for him to trust me? A year? After some children? She frowned and firmly ordered her mind to stop thinking and to work on warming her body, nothing more. To take each moment as it came, she reminded herself. So she closed her eyes then and allowed herself to drift off into a deep sleep.

  Tir watched Kara fall asleep as he stroked her hair. Unexpectedly, under the blankets like this, just the two of them, he felt the connection between them was so natural. And every moment they had like this, he was convinced she had been sent to him by the gods. But he could not help but remind himself that even though they were destined for each other, she still had a lot to learn about the Alliance and could not be trusted. Not until she at least bore him one child he decided.

  His doctor had investigated all the information they had about human women’s fertility and had briefed him before their wedding earlier this evening. Women from Earth ovulated more often than Alliance women and were fertile for fewer days per cycle, but Alliance men’s sperm was stronger and would last longer. Doctor Siu reckoned that he would be surprised if it took longer than two of Kara’s cycles for her to become pregnant given her age and health. However, he did warn Tir that stress and past lack of food during the war could contribute to her not becoming pregnant. Tir was still stroking her hair even though he knew she was fully asleep and thought to himself, You are strong and willing. We will have a daughter. It is the will of the gods. Then he stopped stroking her hair, pulled her closely against him and brought both of their heads above the blanket and tried to sleep himself.

  Sometime during the night, Kara woke up and she was confused. She did not know where she was. She sat up.

  Tir put a gentle hand on her arm, and she instinctively swatted him away and tried to jump out of bed, “Where am I?” she said into the darkness.

  Tir could see that her eyes were open and realized then that humans could not see in the darkness. “Lights on,” he said and got out of bed to try and comfort Kara. She was looking at him, confused. He wondered if she was still sleeping. “Kara? Kara?” She didn’t answer him, so he tried to take her arm, and she backed away. “Kara,” he tried to grab her wrist again and succeeded. He held her close against him and stroked her hair. “You are safe,” he said a couple times quietly to the top of her head. After about five or ten minutes, he could feel her begin to relax in his arms.

  Kara had been so scared when she woke up and didn’t know where she was and when the light was turned on, she was so confused. She had been dreaming, and her own people were interrogating her for being a spy because of him. She kept saying that they weren’t married, because in her mind she would never be married, she was human, but no one believed her. Kara breathed deeply, closed her eyes and tried to clear her head and think, everything had been so bizarre ever since she had said his name for the first time and it felt as if the galaxy had been turned upside down. She didn’t believe in religion, fate or destiny, but she didn’t know what to make of all of this and needed to ask a question that had been at the center of her dream, “Are you the Emperor?”

  He stopped caressing her hair then and went still, “Why would you ask me that of all things?”

  “I had a nightmare. I was being interrogated for being married to you by my own people, and they said that you were the Emperor. I know that the Alliance has one, I just don’t know who that is or how that works. Surely the Emperor wouldn’t be in the Alliance Fleet.”

  “I can assure you that I am not the Emperor,” he said softly. He could feel her relax, so he almost felt guilty about the lie, but he knew now for sure that the gods had sent her that dream to her to warn him to be honest with her or face their consequences, “But I am the successor.” He could feel her stiffen again.

  “What does that mean?”

  “Successor?” He wondered if her translator was malfunctioning.

  “No, I know what ‘successor’ means, but does that mean you will become Emperor tomorrow? Next year? What are you going to do with me when that happens? I know your people don’t like aliens, will you discard me, kill me then?” She was asking all the same questions now that both her interrogators and herself had and asked her in her dream. She felt so weird like different realities were colliding. She was herself, but not herself.

  “It is five years before I am supposed to succeed to the throne. And you are right, the Alliance would never stand for a human Empress, but when I saw you, I had to have you as my wife. Now I will probably abdicate, but that comes with its own issues. I wasn’t going to trouble you with this information now, but it seems as if the gods thought that you should know.”

  “You don’t have a brother or something to take it and grant you a pardon or something for marrying an alien?” Although men and women had been equal on Earth for centuries, because the Alliance still practiced religion and marriage, she just assumed it was more like ancient Earth.

  “It doesn’t work like that; the position of Emperor is based more on merit than birthright. Important people will be angry because they will feel I wasted their time. I won’t lie to you. They will want to kil
l us for it. But if we take imperial power in five years, they will be upset because you are human and want to kill us for that too.” Being Empress of the Alliance was one of the most important positions in the galaxy. They would both be killed if he even attempted it with Kara, Right now, he thought, But who knows what the next five years will bring? But she is far from ready.

  “Wow. When were you going to mention this to me?”

  “I don’t know? Perhaps after we were so in rapture with each other that you would not kill me for it.” He touched her face lightly with the back of his thumb, “Please, Kara, let’s not think about this anymore. You are safe. I’m never going to let your people imprison you. It was just a nightmare.”

  “Stop lying. Everything here is strange. Why do I feel like I know you, but I don’t. We just met. And now I have a nightmare only to find out that some of it is true. Did you put hallucinogenic drugs in my food?”

  “No,” he said, offended. “We don’t use drugs. Our relationship, our marriage, our connection, this is all the will of the gods.”

  “I don’t believe in religion.”

  “Well, then come up with something yourself, because that’s what I believe. I’m glad you had this nightmare. Now you know what you have married into.”

  “Tir, I don’t want to be Empress and die for it or die because you forced me to marry you. I’m not an Alliance woman. All I wanted to do with my life is be a starship captain. Have an interesting and exciting life. I never want to be a mother. I definitely don’t want to be a wife.”

  Her words cut him deeply, but he answered her stoically, “The gods chose you for me for a reason, only time will tell where our true destiny lies. You should forget about your inconsequential life before.”

  Kara raised her hand to slap him.