Abducted (Blue Barbarian Series Book 1)

by Rena Marks

  He’s merciless with his finger, reaching deep inside my sheath and curving it with a come-hither movement. The motion strokes my G-spot, and damn if the man doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing. My heart is racing like a freight train, and my breathing is erratic as my lungs try to keep up. I’m so wet I can feel myself gush around his finger. Soon he’s moving faster. It’s bringing me so close to coming, I can feel the ecstasy looming so close to the edge and then…

  I hear the soft, wet slurp of his finger as my swollen, naked cunt grips him. We freeze, because to us it sounds so loud.

  No one else says anything, or else they aren’t paying attention, so ever-so-slowly, his finger plunges in again. I want to moan so loud, because it feels like heaven. My nasty barbarian takes the thumb on his same hand and bring it up to press my clit. He has just the right amount of pressure as he rubs, with his finger still working inside me. He brings me to the edge of ecstasy again and just as I’m about to explode, he holds his hand still and tightens the one clamped over my mouth.

  I breathe deeply through my nose, and it’s slow, sweet, succulent torture as he waits for my orgasm to drift away.

  I feel the soft drape of his hair over my shoulder as his head bends and licks my nipple. His mouth is warm and comforting as it laps, making sweet promises while his right hand holds control over my entire cunt. Then he sucks almost my entire breast into the hot recesses of his mouth and the pulls are long and deep. His finger picks up the sweet rhythm again, plunging in and out, over and over. He times them together, breast suck and pussy plunge, clit rub, release. Breast suck and pussy plunge, clit rub, release. Again, he’s moving faster and his hand is getting rougher and I open my jaws slightly so I can bite the edge of his hand to mask my scream.

  This time he’s going to let me have it. He’s bringing me closer and closer with that big, magnificent finger and those deep sucks.

  My teeth drag over his skin and I fight hard not to bite as I explode. The climax is so violent, fireworks burst behind my eyes and for a second, I think my heart will stop in mid-beat.

  His hands still and his mouth moves up to whisper in my ear. “Very good, my mate. You didn’t scream. Now I shall give you the cock you…so…desperately…need.” He punctuates each word with kisses pressed to the outstretched tendon in my neck.

  He’s right, he’s so very right. I need his dick like I need the air that I breathe. I need that big, beautiful erection with its elegant curve and wickedly nasty cock rings to slide inside my swollen pussy.

  He crawls on top of my limp body, supporting his weight on his forearms. My thighs widen to take his strong hips between them. The tip of his cock slides through my thickened labia and pushes into my warm, wet core. He moves smoothly, inserting every inch of his massive blue cock deep inside without pause. It feels so good, instant filling pressure. His head drops to the spot between my neck and shoulder and he sucks as he works his hips in small, sensual circles.

  He pleasures himself this time, and I’m just along for the ride. His mouth clamps onto my neck the way I clamped mine to his hand and he’s plunging deeply. It’s insanely sexy to know his needs are controlling him and I start to feel my insides tighten as my body prepares for another bone-tingling orgasm.

  He tenses and explodes and this time, I can feel his cock rings going crazy as the heat of his spend gushes into me. Holy shit, it’s sexy as hell as they race around in there, bouncing and pinging off each other. I’ve always been so busy with my own orgasms that I never focused on what his body did during his climax.

  It’s delicious and naughty and my sheath grips him tightly as his shivering cock brings me another mind-blowing release.

  He lifts his head like he’s staring at me while I come. When I finish, his face moves down and kisses me gently.

  Chapter Twelve

  The cave is a bundle of activity early the next morning and no one mentions anything about the sharing of the furs. A couple of hunters move the heavy stone from the opening, and head outside to use the bathroom and bathe in the river. They leave the girls to make use of the bidet for cleanup.

  Everyone else gets around to chores, setting the cave as it was before we arrived. Hanging the furs back up to air out.

  I’m exhausted. I don’t know how everyone else functions so early in the morning. I yawn continuously.

  Valencia and Atareek head outside to find toothbrush trees. When they return, we make a plan.

  “If we can travel faster by carrying the humans,” Drakar says, “we can make it to the alien vessel that transported us. We can stay the last night there and maybe use the glass box to prepare our kills for us. From there, the ocean is only one day’s travel. A short journey.”

  “Let’s do it,” Tessa says before anyone else can answer.

  I sigh. My girls are tramps.

  All the women climb onto a hunter’s back, and off we move. The strength of the Blaedonians never fails to amaze me. The men move with ease, even though there’s a full grown woman on his back. The hunters jog lightly across the dry terrain. Drakar’s even able to carry on a conversation with me.

  “Your mother told me none of you know how to swim.”

  “What is that?”

  “Like a fish. When you…float and move through the water. A way to travel without drowning.”

  “Sweem? No, we do not do that. But we are much heavier than you small beings.”

  “It doesn’t matter. You’re weightless in the water.”

  “We drown in the water.”

  “We’ll teach you how to keep yourselves afloat. Perhaps you can get to shore without drowning.”

  “It sounds like a fancy tale.”

  “Trust me, we all do it.”

  His voice lowers to a whisper. “I think Lucie is comfortable with Rayhaan.”

  “I think so, too.”

  The hours pass quickly as we’re carried and eventually we arrive at a river. I slide off Drakar’s back and wince at the soreness in my legs and hips. Even my back hurts. Ever so slowly, I inch my way to a small rock ledge to overlook the water down below. A couple of the girls bend to wet their feet and gage the depth of the water. Some of the girls are stripping off their clothes. It’s amazing how far we’ve come in a few days. We’ve seen each other naked so often it doesn’t seem to matter any longer.

  Monica and Cammie move in and quickly sink to their shoulders.

  I move too quickly and this time I do wince.

  “Niki?” Drakar questions, with his large hand on the back of my neck.

  I smile, and try not to grimace. “It’s all right, just a little saddle sore.”

  I’m not sure from what because the rest of the women are moving more freely than I am. But I refuse to think about it.

  “We are nearly at the ship,” Rayhaan says. “We can all bathe here in the river and we will get the females settled in at the vessel. Then there is just enough time for a few hunters to make a kill and bring it back for the night. Tomorrow’s journey will bring us to the ocean.”

  A couple of girls who stand on the rock ledge with me dive underwater. The hunters shout, alarmed. Jillian and Cammie are treading in the water, and look back their way.

  “It’s okay,” I call out. “They’re just swimming.” I dive into the water and leave it up to Drakar to explain swim. One by one, the rest of the girls dive in.

  When I surface, I tread water and move toward the rest of the girls.

  “Look at them watching us,” Monica says.

  “Can you imagine the first time seeing someone swim, when you never knew it was possible?” Lucie asks.

  “Drakar told me they were too heavy to float in the water.”

  “Boy, will they be surprised.”

  “Maybe it’d be smarter to give a quick lesson here, where the water is more still,” Monica says.

  “That’s a good idea. Drakar,” I call out. “How much time is there before dark?” He looks at the sky to judge the distance of the sun in the sky.


  “There is ample time. Two or three hours.”

  “We can give an hour long swim lesson. It’s practically the same as bathing.” Jezebel laughs.

  “Come in the water,” I say. “We’re going to give you guys a quick lesson.”

  The men look warily at each other and slowly begin to strip.

  “Oomph,” Monica says. “Damn good idea. Look at all that beautiful skin ever-so-slowly being revealed.”

  “Mmm,” Tessa murmurs, her eyes glued to where the striptease is happening on the rocks. She’s staring at the far two, Tijar and Jeroc.

  “All we need is music,” Jillian says, and her voice is husky.

  It is sexy, watching the strong, virile blue bodies. Each guy is beautiful, powerfully built. I’d like to ask the girls what they think of the cock rings, but there’s no time. The men are inching into the water, and so the girls disperse, each one moving to a hunter and bringing him in.

  “Okay, listen up,” Lucie calls in Blaedonian. “The Earthlings will show you how to breathe, tread water, and float on your backs. I’ll translate into Blaedonian.”

  “Ladies,” I say in English. “We’re going to show them how to breathe, tread and float. We’ll set the examples first.”

  “I hope they focus on the lesson instead of the bouncy boobs,” Jezebel grumbles, and moves to her back.

  “We’ll know by the first one who swallows water.” Lucie grins.

  Drakar comes to me, and of course the water isn’t deep enough for the seven foot tall hunters. We all move deeper, ignoring their looks of concern.

  “It’s all right,” I assure them, then turn to the ladies. “Okay, gals, let’s show them a back float.”

  We all move into position and for once, the guys are so amazed by something they’re not drooling over our boobs.

  “Perhaps they hu-maans float because they’re macciacas are large,” Aschero says, eyes glued to Miranda’s chest. Apparently I spoke to soon.

  “No,” I say. “Men on our planet swim also. It’s about exerting power in the water. Use it to propel you.”

  “What’d he say?” Jezebel asks.

  “He said we have big boobies,” Valencia answers with a laugh.

  It’s amazing to watch the acknowledgement spread across Drakar’s face when he accomplishes a backfloat. Several of the men howl with triumph.

  Next we teach them how to tread and Lucie gives examples of how we swim underwater, and how to do the breaststroke. But we don’t have time to allow them to practice. Instead, we promise more for tomorrow and move from the water to shake the droplets from our skin.

  One of the men shows us large, two-foot long leaves that grow from a nearby tree. He plucks some and hands them out. Drakar takes one and wipes me off. The leaf feels soft, like it’s covered in a very fine, downy-soft felt. It soaks up the droplets of water on my skin like a dry towel. The men then line the damp leaves under near the tree, around the base.

  “It will nourish the tree with moisture during the night,” Drakar explains. “We give thanks for her generosity.”

  After dressing, we begin to walk. The women need the exercise. It doesn’t take long to reach the Drurian ship. It seems so long ago that we landed here, even though it really hasn’t been. It just feels like another lifetime.

  We walk around to the front of the ship and I notice the lamps where the mechanics had been working on the ship. The metal is crushed now, and the remains of the bodies are nowhere to be seen, long gone, like a distant memory.

  At the front of the ship, Drakar stops still. The twine has been removed from the front door of the Drurian ship. The hunters scan the ground for footprints, but it’s been too dry. Drakar signals with a single hand movement and the hunters each take a woman by the arm, silently propelling us backward beyond the trees.

  They’re taking us back to the nearby messaging cave for safety, I realize.

  Valencia gasps and we all turn to see what she sees.

  Up ahead, on a hill, stand two people. Two humans. A man and a woman, and she looks slightly pregnant. Both wear a silver and white one-piece uniform. That’s all we can see before the hunters step protectively in front of us, blocking our view.

  “Kill them,” Drakar says, and the hunters raise their spears. Some reach for their bows and arrows.

  “No!” I scream. “They’re human. Like us.”

  Well, kind of like us, anyway. At least the woman is, though she’s pregnant. Upon closer inspection, the man looks almost human. His eyes are larger than normal, and they’re colored wrong. They’re bright and abnormal, a fluorescent lime-green, like he’s radioactive.

  “Hello? Can you understand me?” The woman calls out. “Don’t be afraid.”

  English. She speaks English.

  “Yes.” I move in front, and Drakar places his arm around me protectively, like a mother protecting her child when she brakes too hard. The rest of the barbarians stare. They’ve never seen anything like them. By the time they’d met us, we’d been dirty, bedraggled, and without natural clothing.

  “My name is Jessie. This is my mate, Neo. He’s a Stargazer. I’m human. It’s just the two of us here, you don’t have to worry that we’ll harm you.”

  “Some of us are human, too,” I say. “The natives here, they’re Blaedonian.”

  “Is Blaedonian one of the languages you know?” she asks her husband, or whoever he is.

  He nods. “I haven’t spoken it in a while. I’d need a quick update.”

  “Please,” she says to us. “Won’t you follow us and come inside our ship? I know it will approach dark before we’re ready.”

  “You know about the dark, then?”

  She nods. “We arrived last night. Our ship is cloaked for invisibility. We planned to leave in the morning, but we knew we’d have to check and see why there was a deserted Drurian ship on this planet. We saw the shipping pods inside, with one broken and wondered if there had been humans on board.”

  “They’re the ones who kidnapped us and brought us here. The Drurians are all dead now.” I turn to Drakar and the barbarians to translate. “They are human and Stargazer. They’re here to see why there’s a crashed Drurian ship. They know about the dangers of night and would like us to come aboard where they can explain things.”

  I can tell Drakar is wary. I lace my fingers through his, and speak to the rest of the group. “There are only the two of them. He certainly wouldn’t allow his pregnant mate to speak to us if they were dangerous. Please. They’re from our planet.”

  Lucie nods, and speaks in Blaedonian. “I remember hearing about Stargazer aliens who arrived to live among us. They live on reservations or something.”

  “I’ve never heard of this,” Valencia says, and looks baffled.

  “They were first set up in America. I’m not sure if they’ve gone into other countries yet.”

  “That makes sense. I had just been visiting your country when I was abducted,” Valencia says.

  “Drakar?” I prod.

  Drakar finally nods, but he’s still wary. I turn back to Jessie. “We’d like to come aboard.”

  “Great,” she says, happily. “This way, everyone.”

  They lead the way. We walk up the small ramp that leads into their ship, and the most baffled are the hunters. Drakar and the girls and I, well, we’ve seen spaceships. The rest of the girls are happy about seeing another human, naturally. And truth be told, her Stargazer mate isn’t too hard on the eyes. Though he’s missing the raw animal magnetism my Drakar has.

  Once we board, Neo hits a switch to lower the door closed. Another switch causes the floor to come upward in the semblance of a conference table. From underneath it, chairs fold out.

  “Like this,” Neo says. Drakar and the men watch him unfold the first chair, and then they get to work repeating it for every chair. When the chairs are ready, the barbarians help our girls to sit. Neo helps Jessie into a chair. Drakar plops me onto his lap.

  “I take it all of the ladies
speak English?” Jessie asks. Neo is busy scanning something into his eyes over at the control panel. I imagine he’s updating himself on the Blaedonian language.

  “We do now. The Drurians downloaded me with languages I was able to pass on. Valencia was the only one not able to speak English. Now she can. She, Lucie and I also speak Blaedonian so we can translate for the rest. Eventually I’ll give everyone the languages, but it’s exhausting. It takes a lot out of me.”

  “I’m surprised they had the technology for that,” Neo says.

  “I don’t think they did,” I say. “The first two humans they tried it on died. I think I just got lucky.”

  He looks quickly at his wife, and their eyes meet briefly.

  “Do you mind if I check you out?” he asks.

  I narrow my eyes. “Will it hurt?” I was already in pain that no one else seemed to feel.

  “Not at all,” Jessie says.

  “All right then,” I agree.

  While he gets up and retrieves a small hand held device, I translate for the men. “He’s going to check my language inputs.”

  Neo returns and makes his way across the table where Drakar and I sit. He turns it on. “This is a scanner. It’ll just test the waves inside your head for any harm.”

  He waves it and the thing jumps around and bleeps uncontrollably in his hand.

  “Okay, Niki,” he says gently. “Have you been exhausted lately? Sleeping for hours on end?”

  I nod. “I thought it was because I transferred the languages.”

  “No,” he says. “It was going to happen anyway, whether you transferred or not. They harmed your brain with whatever bass-ackward programming they did. I’ll need to fix it, or you’ll get to the point of where you sleep more and more until you never awaken. Basically, they scarred your brain and now the brain is trying to regenerate, but it can’t with the scar tissue. I need to remove all scarring.”

  “Can you check Lucie and Valencia, too?” I ask.

  He nods, and moves toward Lucie. I translate for the men.

  “If he doesn’t heal the damage the Drurians did to me, my sleeping episodes will increase until I no longer awaken.”