Abducted (Blue Barbarian Series Book 1)

by Rena Marks

  “This way,” Drakar says, and takes me down another hallway to the opposite end of the ship. There’s another small porthole window.

  I look through it and there’s a smallish glow, but I can’t see anything else.

  “It is the light the aliens set out for the mechanics to work. It has probably attracted every predator outside. They fear flame and without a fire, the aliens have probably been eaten by now.”

  Gruesome.

  “Since Flunky doesn’t appear on the ship, he probably went out there to his demise, too?”

  Drakar nods.

  “Then they’re all gone.”

  He nods again. “At first sunrise, my people will arrive. If they have received the message I left in the cave before dark hit. If not, I will hunt tomorrow and we will stay another day to wait for them.”

  “Your people will keep us?” I’m a little worried.

  His large, blue finger strokes my cheek again. “Yes, Niki. Never fear, little one.”

  * * * * *

  Drakar:

  I have no way to tell Niki she’s mine. I can feel the changes in her body, smell her need for me whenever I’m near. She’s been through so much and there are dark circles under her strange green eyes. The circles are new, so I know they are not normal. She is not well, and when she mentioned she was tired from the language download, I realize she must be worn out.

  I need to take better care of my mate, but it is a learning experience. Never before have we encountered a creature like these humans. Of course, never before have I had a mate.

  Even now, I study Niki and my cock stirs. She is a strange contradiction of delicate and strong. I crave taking her to the floor again, but I want her to want me. She had no choice during our mating, it was either welcome me into her body or die by daylight. This time, I want her choice.

  I wonder how my tribe will take to the new humans. Once you get used to the strangeness of their coloring and their abnormal, child-like size, they are quite delightful.

  We explore the spaceship some more, and Niki seems excited at finding thin, whitish capes that can wrap around the human necks. I find them slightly ridiculous. They are so thin, they will hardly be any protection against the cold when it comes. She assures me they must hold warmth because of alien technology, which doesn’t mean a thing to me. She also points out the color will reflect the sun and keep them from burning. I shrug and we squish them into large sacks with straps, also from a closet.

  I catch Niki looking at my body often. She averts her eyes, and I wonder if she is shy. Or if she is appreciative. My cock hardens and her cheeks turn pink when she notices. It is a charming color.

  She busies herself adding things to the bags, and then asks softly if I think they will be too heavy to carry.

  “If you want them, I will manage. I will always give you anything you want.”

  She turns pink yet again. I wonder what it is she is thinking, my tiny human mate.

  “What is it?” I ask her.

  “Nothing,” she answers, too quickly as she averts her gaze from below my waist.

  I pull her against me. “Is this what you are curious about?” I ask her, letting her feel my hardness through my loincloth.

  “I wondered…what you wear underneath there.”

  “Place your hand underneath and find out.”

  Her fingers are ice cold, but they warm quickly against the heat of my skin. They pause on my inner thighs.

  “Keep going,” I encourage, trying to keep the gritty bite out of my voice. Her touch is heavenly.

  Her hand inches higher and she makes a sound of surprise when she encounters the bare skin of my flesh.

  “You’re huge,” she says, and her hand tries to wrap around the girth.

  I’ve already hardened and my rings, even now, engorge with blood. She shifts one with her small fingers.

  I muffle my groan. I’m tempted to take her on the floor.

  Instead I say, “You’ve had me inside your body.”

  “I know. But I was so caught up in the moment, and I couldn’t really touch it, you know?”

  “Would you like to try again?”

  A thrill shoots through my midsection when she nods. “I really think I would.”

  I would have given my life to hear those words from her sweet lips.

  “Here?” I ask, looking around. The chairs are odd-shaped and a wicked idea runs through my mind.

  “It’s as good as any,” she says. “It’s private.”

  I drape one of the newly collected capes over the cold metal, and then lift her onto one of the chairs. She sits modestly, like the queen that she is, with her legs outstretched and laced at the ankles on the bottom part of the chair that comes up. The odd arms of the chair are long, adapted for the gray aliens, which works great in this case. I lift her gown above her knees, and very slowly, inch it higher. I wish to study her sex. Soon the gown is at her waist. Her scent grows stronger. She is turned on by my staring at her body. I place my hand on her cool flesh. I leave it there, letting her get used to the warmth of my touch. She makes an appreciative sound, so I separate her legs. She inhales sharply, and I smell the musk of excitement increase even more in her scent. It pleases me to find she wants me as much as I want my Niki.

  Emboldened by the knowledge, I push her legs over the arms of the chair and she is spread-eagled for viewing. Her cheeks are pink again, but I growl hungrily. I crawl onto the lower leg portion of the chair and sink to my belly before her. I cannot wait any longer to taste my sweet mate.

  I delve in.

  Such succulent cunt lips! Niki’s inner lips are large. I must physically open them to peer inside. And so I do, and in there she's deliciously pink instead of the darker black of our women. The sensitive nub of flesh at the top of the folds is huge and I remember she had been shaved bald as the day she was born. Now, however, in the weeks since her abduction, she has grown soft, brown hair.

  “Do you like to have your cunt sucked?” I ask her. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

  I don’t bother to wait for a response.

  I open my mouth and press the flat of my tongue over her sex, and hold it there, letting her feel the wetness of it.

  “Ah,” she grunts and squirms. “Your mouth is so hot.”

  I take a long swipe with my tongue before I dip into her sheath. I lick her opening and stick my tongue in as deep as it will go. She is smooth and silky inside and it is wondrous.

  She throws her head back and moans. The feeling of my wet mouth worshiping her moist, tender flesh must be incredible, especially while she watches the action happen. I lick another long swipe from her puckered anus to her clit. She inhales sharply on a tangled gasp.

  Sweet, slick liquid slides down from the entrance of her pussy, and I work on using my tongue to push it back it inside. She's squirming harder now, and her pale thighs tremble. Both legs are wide and out of the way, quivering over the arms of the strange alien chair.

  I take her fleshy labia into my mouth, trying to suck them into the back of my throat. They swell up even more, like the squirmy jelly-worms that swim in the waters.

  I insert my tongue into her entrance and rut her thoroughly with it, pumping in and out in the mimic of the sex act.

  Niki moans and her movements are jerky. Then she arches her back, thrusting her hard little pink nipples into the air. From what I noticed on the other human women, the color of their nipples vary, from the brown of the summer trees to the pink of Niki’s lips.

  I reach up and pinch the delicate peaks, pleasuring three points of contact at the same time. She moans, and her gasps are growing louder and more demanding.

  I spread the darkened, swollen flesh with my fingers, inhaling the musky scent wafting up through the air, and nibble at her raw, swollen nub. She is delicious and I can’t get enough of her. I should slow down, but my own excitement is too great. Suddenly, she explodes in my mouth, creamy juices coating my chin because I can't catch it all. She screams and t
hrows her head back as I grip her rock-hard nipples firmly between my thumbs and forefingers. Her orgasm rolls through her, making even her breasts bounce and quiver. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, simulating a cock entering her body, over and over, until her orgasm is complete.

  Her body calms, still vibrating around my tongue, clenching and releasing to her own rhythm.

  I come a little bit onto the chair and my spend is hot against my belly.

  But we're not done.

  I get onto my knees and point my cock down into the entrance of her sheath. The fleshy cunt lips part easily, but the hole is small and tight. Just as it was when I took her the first time.

  Niki gasps and my cock quivers, wanting to plunge into sweet, pink warmth.

  Barely the tip is in, and I can feel the mouth of her cunt stretched tight around it. She shifts her hips and forces herself down another centimeter, and I groan at the hotness as one of my blue rings slips in. A little more, and her hot cunt opens wider. The warmth is incredible! She fits like a glove and my dick throbs, wanting so hard to spurt. I reach down and finger her moist little nub of flesh. It's slippery with her juice, and my finger slides around the stiff bundle of nerves.

  The scent of rutting permeates the air, the smell of our combined musk. I rub her magic button faster and she moans. Her legs wrap around my ass, holding me to her.

  I begin to thrust in and out of her and she’s squealing and gripping me with her tight cunt like she doesn’t want to let it go. My rings are squirming inside her and each movement feels magnified with the lack of space inside.

  She explodes, her cunt gripping my cock in its tight glove, massaging rhythmically with her internal contractions until it forces me to come, too. I growl with the strength of my seed as it spurts from the tip of my sensitive cock. Hot, sticky cum floods her fertile womb, and she sucks my neck, marking me as hers.

  We're spent, draped across each other like lovers do.

  “Next time,” she says, “I want to blow you.”

  “Blow on me?” Her term is confusing.

  She giggles. “No. Blow you. I want to suck your dick.”

  Dick is her word for cock. I am shocked by the forwardness of my Niki. It is not the way with our females. They simply lie back and enjoy the pleasure a male brings. “You wish to lick my sex the way I lick yours?”

  “Oh, yes,” she moans, and I can’t help but feel pleased by how lusty my tiny human mate is.

  Chapter Five

  Niki:

  “The sex is amazing. You’re amazing,” I pant, and Drakar grins in a completely male way.

  I can totally fall for this guy. Blue skin and all. I’d love to explore his dick with my mouth next time. When he’s deep inside me, I can feel the rings around his cock move around. It would be fun to shift those with my tongue and see how flexible they are.

  We wipe ourselves up a little and head back to the kitchen for the food. Plus, the kitchen carries water so we can clean ourselves some more. It’s kind of embarrassing, but Drakar takes a cloth, wets it and matter-of-factly wipes my thighs and girl parts before cleaning underneath his loin cloth. Then he lightly kisses me.

  I could actually do him again, but I’m sure the others are hungry.

  A little bell dings and we look around confused. Down along the wall is where we had given the computer the order to cook our meat.

  At the glass-box food processing thingy, we stare in shock. The meat has been sliced and diced, grilled and boxed. They’re all lined up on the counters, like doggy-bags to go. I almost laugh, and wish we’d been here to watch the automatic kitchen go. Then I realize I had much more fun in the dentist chair with Drakar.

  I run my fingers over the Braille-like symbols again, and the computer tells me I’m able to refrigerate or freeze the boxes. There’s a lot of meat.

  “What shall we do with all these?” I ask Drakar.

  “My hunters will eat what we do not.”

  I choose refrigeration and we grab a dozen of the meals.

  We head back to the room, dragging duffel bags of capes and food behind us. The girls stop talking as we head in.

  “Ohmigod, that smells delicious,” one of the girls moans. “What is it?”

  “Not sure,” I tell her. “We’re on a different planet. If I had to guess, I’d say chicken and beef.” My voice is cheerful instead of mocking, because it really does smell delicious.

  Drakar and I begin to pass the boxes out, and they’re snatched up by greedy hands. He pulls two aside and I roll my eyes at him. Like we can’t get more from the kitchen.

  “Any sign of the aliens?” Lucie asks.

  “Two are dead in the ship. I think the other four are dead outside. You can’t travel in the dark here. Drakar showed me outside a window and it’s pitch black all the time. Not a star in the sky, not a moon. All the other predators have night vision, so we’d be running blind.”

  It’s quiet for a minute before someone speaks up.

  “Where did you meet Drakar?”

  Drakar watches us speak, but he can’t understand a word we’re saying except for his name. “He was the first one abducted. They snatched him from this planet first, then traveled to Earth where they snatched twelve of us. On the way back to wherever they were taking us, they crashed. For whatever reason, we were traveling back on the path toward his planet. Lucky for him. Not so great for the rest of us.”

  “What were they gonna do with us?”

  “The original plan was to sell us as exotic food. Drakar thinks they were going to breed us for an ongoing supply. Then they decided to experiment. The first two girls didn’t make it, and I was number three. They managed to implant some languages into me without frying my brain. I transferred those into Lucie, who is number four. We’re not sure what all took, though she knows Drakar’s language.”

  Lucie nods, and gives a shy smile to Drakar.

  “But it wiped me out. Eventually I’ll transfer more languages around, maybe once we reach Drakar’s village.”

  “What is he, anyway?” One of the girls asks. Gigi. “He looks like a blue Indian.”

  “So not politically correct,” Miranda says. “Native American.”

  “We’re not in America.” Gigi argues.

  The girls stare at him. I see what they mean. He has a regal grace about him. If he was bronzed instead of blue, he would look like a proud chief. He’s sexy as hell. I grin at him and he looks a bit weirded out from all the girls staring.

  “His hair’s beautiful,” one comments. “I’m a cosmetologist. I know hair. There’s not a split end in that glossy, blue-black mane.”

  I’m so ready to change the subject because they’re fixating on him a little too intently. “So apparently, there are certain trees outside that are poisonous to the touch. It’s how we killed one of the aliens. When we head outside, it’s imperative to follow directions. This is a strange and dangerous land.”

  “Where will we be going?”

  “Drakar’s…tribe is coming. Some hunters or something. He left a message in a cave and they’ll fetch us, hopefully in the morning when it’s light.”

  We stop talking and begin to eat. The little kitchen computer even packed napkins into our lunch boxes.

  “Oh. Em. Gee.” Someone squeals when she takes a bite. “It’s Kentucky Fried Chicken!” She’s licking her fingers and smacking them something fierce, as she chomps on a drumstick-looking thing.

  I’m pretty sure it’s the ugly bird-fish creature. I’m grossed out by the thought.

  “Niki. Eat,” Drakar says in a commanding voice. “You need food and rest.”

  I nod and try the beef creature instead. It’s good, more like a fattier cut of beef. And I’m all about ribeye steak.

  When we finish eating, we pass the empty boxes up onto the shelf.

  “Let’s rest up,” I yawn. “Hopefully at dawn we’ll be out of here.”

  The girls slowly stand and head over to their mattress pads. Drakar hoists a couple of the pads ov
er to the far end of the room and takes me by the arm, separating us from the rest. Then he reaches out to snap off the light.

  Before the lights go out, I see the look on the girls’ faces. Incredulous.

  He doesn’t care. He hauls me up against him, spooning me on the mattress with a cape around us. It’s pitch black in the room and there’s not a sound.

  Except for the beating of my heart.

  * * * * *

  Drakar:

  Niki doesn’t take care of herself properly, and she needs to. My planet is a lot harsher than hers, or even this strange Drurian ship, which dresses and roasts a kill for you. We have nothing like that out in the real world and unfortunately, that’s where they’re at.

  I get up at the first sun’s light, leaving the human girls snoring softly. I tuck the cape around Niki, not knowing if she’ll miss my warmth. I hope she does, she seems to start craving me the way a mate should. Not a minute of daylight is wasted on my planet, not when the nights are so full of danger. I walk to the strange circle-window of the ship to see it is indeed morning.

  And so I head outdoors.

  I whistle softly and wait. Soon there is a whistled response back. So I shout out, and my men head from around the bend, beyond the poisonous Aynknak tree where Niki stayed yesterday.

  My first in command and best friend, Rayhaan, is the leader of the hunting party. He clasps me warmly, and all my hunters gather round. They look robust and healthy and with my several moons of captivity, I am paler and much more lean.

  “What has happened to you, our chief? Have you been hiding here this whole time?”