Guarded by the Kenari: A SciFi Alien Abduction Romance (Pleasure Planet Book 2)

by Emma Vance

  I shook my head to clear it and then tried to shake the female off too. But she would not let go and was looking considerably worse. No matter what I tried, I could not dislodge the last words she’d spoken to me. What she’d asked of me.

  “Female,” I said, my voice low as I spoke softly into her ear. She stopped thrashing and I could tell I had her attention. “I cannot fuck you,” I said, as strongly as I could. “You need a patron. Or to make your way to one of the pleasure houses.”

  “I don’t think I can make it there,” she whispered, and I almost dropped her on the ground in horror as I saw that her dark eyes were filling with tears. “And I wasn’t chosen tonight. Or for the past few nights.”

  I didn’t know what male in their right mind wouldn’t choose a female like this. She was the most exquisite thing I’d ever seen. My cock responded to her as soon as she’d asked me to fuck her, springing up and demanding to be of service. But I hadn’t been with a female in many moons, which may have contributed to that. I doubted it, though. I was very tempted by her request.

  “Why can’t you go to the pleasure houses? They are not far.” Perhaps she did not know where they were. “I can direct you,” I added.

  She shook her head, and then doubled over again with a moaning gasp.

  “Let me take you to the Stryxx medics,” I insisted. “They can help you.”

  “No. It’s the tea.” She broke off, swore and then got on all fours. “Fuck!” She screamed. “I didn’t know it would be this bad when I drank it. I didn’t know it would be painful. I only wanted to make it a little easier to sleep with all these assholes.”

  The realization dawned on me. She’d drank lansian root tea and had not been chosen in a few nights. She was poisoned and was experiencing the symptoms right now.

  “Come,” I heard myself saying, though every instinct in my brain screamed against it. “I will take you to the pleasure houses. You can find relief there.”

  I swung her up in my arms, enjoying the weight and warmth of her there. She clearly enjoyed it too, because she nuzzled against me like a pet, and curled her body into me.

  Earlier today, if someone told me I’d be carrying a female to the pleasure houses to be fucked, I would have bet any amount of coyne against it and laughed.

  I would have lost that bet.

  Chapter Five

  Nisha

  The guard carried me for what felt like ages, but I didn’t care. Being in his arms calmed my blood, or at least dulled the pain a little. Even just having a moment’s reprieve was sweet relief compared to what I was feeling earlier. I stroked my hand up and down on his furred pec, unable to stop myself from touching him. His body was solid muscle, and I felt that even more when he lifted me up and carried me calmly without seeming to break a sweat, and I was not a small girl. My Nani would tell me that men liked girls with wide hips like mine, but I hadn’t known that to be true on Earth. Usually, I just got ignored, and when I was younger, mocked for my height and weight. But this male acted like he didn’t even notice how heavy I was. He carried me with ease, as if I were a basket filled with feathers.

  He was enormous, even bigger than a lot of the other guards I’d seen around the luxury gardens, which probably contributed to his strength. Immediately my thoughts drifted to other parts of him that would be enormous too. God, I hope I convinced him to put his cock in me.

  I was still insanely aroused, but it felt less like pain and more like a pleasurable need. Like being in the throes of really good sex and on the edge of orgasm. But all the time. Without respite.

  He could probably feel my wetness on his arm, but he didn’t react to it. His thick arm was hooked under my thighs and when I shifted a little, I could almost get him touching my ass. I wiggled a lot.

  I had the feeling if I had asked any other guard, they might have fucked me right there in the dirt. Just my luck I had the one guard who seemed to want to remain celibate and honorable.

  We came to an opulent stone building, surrounded by white columns, and the guard walked straight through the entrance without pausing. I recognized it instantly—he’d taken me to the gladiator pleasure house.

  Once we made it inside the doors, he moved to put me down. I clutched at him, even as he lowered my feet to the ground.

  “You can find males who will assist you with your problem here, female.” He said the words gruffly, as if his throat was dry and he needed a cool drink. Maybe he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be.

  I looked around. There were males everywhere, some dancing with females, some having sex with them on couches, and some eyeing me up. It was like they smelled why I was there. I shifted my legs slightly, feeling the liquid pooling in my pussy. They likely did smell me. Hell, I could even smell me.

  I didn’t take my hand off the guard’s chest as I looked around, and I noticed he hadn’t moved his off the small of my back. It was like he didn’t want to let go either.

  “I . . .” I didn’t want to do this. I saw all the ravenous aliens just waiting for me to spread my legs for them. One, who resembled a giant lizard, licked his blue lips with eagerness when I turned his way. I moved closer to the guard.

  “Please,” I whispered to him. “Can’t you do it?”

  His mouth firmed into a straight line. I’d reached a new low. I was now begging this alien guard to fuck me, when he clearly wanted nothing to do with me. He’d taken me to another pleasure house for God’s sake. He could have easily taken me to the guard pleasure house. I knew it was closer.

  But I didn’t care. I’d felt more comfortable in this guy’s arms than I had since I got here, and I hadn’t even seen his face yet. There was something about him that comforted me and turned me on at the same time. Well, it was likely the sex poison turning me on, but he was also pretty stacked.

  He looked as if he were about to answer when the lizard dude came right up beside us and gripped my arm painfully.

  “I’ll take her off your hands, guard, if you are done with her,” the lizard hissed in my ear. Despite my revulsion, I could feel my body responding to another male’s nearness. It did not care who was doing the fucking as long as it was getting done.

  But I did.

  I didn’t get a chance to respond before the guard was pulling me to him and forcing the lizard alien’s hand off of my arm with a painful-looking grip of his own.

  “Do not touch her,” he growled. “She is not yours.”

  He bent the alien’s arm backwards, so the male fell to his knees in pain. “And if you handle the females this roughly I will have you removed from this pleasure house, possibly even Stryxx. Do you understand?”

  The lizard alien nodded and whimpered. The guard released him with disgust.

  He then whirled around, hefting me up over his shoulder, and strode out of the gladiator pleasure house so fast I barely had time to smile.

  Otun

  I was going to regret this. I knew it in my bones. But right now, I didn’t much care. When that Grefflex male had grabbed her, I’d felt such anger, such protectiveness, I wanted to eviscerate him. That wouldn’t have been good for my escape plan. Stryxx guards couldn’t go around killing patrons because they touched the females. There’d be no one left on the planet.

  I strode away briskly, the guard pleasure house in my sights, the sparse building looming on the horizon. I’d met females there for sex before I understood how difficult it was for me to let them go to other males.

  This was already a disaster.

  I gripped the female’s thighs tightly against my shoulder. She didn’t make a sound, and I took that to mean she was content with what was happening.

  I couldn’t get her face out of my mind when the Grefflex male offered to take her. It was clear she did not want to be in the gladiator pleasure house and was fighting the lansian root tea as much as she could. Based on her reticence to be with other males, I’d place coyne on the fact that she was kidnapped and sold here. Some females spent their entire lives traini
ng for pleasure planets and to end up on Stryxx was considered very lucky. But this female didn’t want to be here.

  We had that in common.

  We made it to the guard pleasure house, and I stepped through the plain black doors leading to the private rooms at the back. If other guards seeing me here thought it was strange, especially with a female in tow, they didn’t say anything. I got a few glances my way, but most were busy with other females, trying to seek their own gratification.

  I opened the door of the first empty room I could find, and then kicked it closed behind me.

  I lifted the female off my shoulder and set her gently to her feet.

  “It isn’t as luxurious as the gladiator pleasure house,” I said, sounding like I’d just ran half the length of the damned planet to get here. “But I prefer it.”

  She nodded, and her gaze swept around the room, presumably taking in the sparseness. Everything was bare and utilitarian, from the rickety metal bed, to the whitewashed walls. Bardoa may be generous with his guards, but he didn’t go over the top.

  “I’m fine with anything,” she said, then crossed her arms, a pained expression passing over her face. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I’m up for small talk right now. It hurts to even think.” She planted her arms on the bed, as if bracing herself.

  I cleared my throat. “The little I know about lansian root tea is that it requires pretty frequent . . . er, treatment. How long has it been? I’ve never seen another female as badly poisoned as you before.”

  She was on all fours on the bed now, leaning forward on her hands, her rear presented to me. I swallowed. She didn’t answer right away, and when she did, she was breathing heavily. “It’s been about fourteen days.”

  I gaped at her. No wonder she was in pain. That long without release was unheard of for a female who’d drunk Lansian root. “You said it had only been a few days!”

  “Please,” she whispered. “I know this isn’t the most romantic of situations, but I am begging you. You seem like a good guy. Please, help me. I can’t go on like this.”

  No. She couldn’t. The poison would be unbearable.

  “You know what the relief is?”

  She nodded, frantically.

  I approached her, palming her thigh. She canted towards me, quick and eager. She turned to move onto her back, but I gripped her hip and held her there.

  “Like this,” I said through my teeth. I didn’t want to gaze into the female’s eyes. I didn’t want any emotion at all in this. I would give her relief because she needed it, and because, if I was being honest with myself, I desired her. But I was under no illusion that she desired me back, or that we should be more involved with each other than this service I was providing.

  She nodded her assent.

  I slid her dress up to her waist, bunching her fabric up over her hips.

  Gods, she was exquisite.

  I could see the swollen lips of her drenched cunt peeking out from underneath her curved arse. She was so wet, her juices smeared down her thighs, which were thick and glistening.

  Her breathing had grown labored, as if she was straining to remain still. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t going to just fuck her with one quick thrust and be done with it. I wasn’t that kind of male. No matter how prepared the lansian root had made her, I knew her cunt was likely small compared to my girth. She would have to be prepared.

  I slid my finger in between the slick folds of her cunt.

  She moaned so deep I felt my sac tighten.

  “Do you like that?” I asked.

  I knew the answer. Her body was poisoned to like that. But I still wanted to hear it from her.

  “Yes,” she gasped and put her forehead on her forearms, which caused her cunt to rise further in the air.

  More juices ran down her thighs, and when I inserted a finger inside her, it slid in with no resistance. Just wet, plump, flesh.

  She gasped as my finger filled her, and I added a second, moving in and out of her in a steady, controlled motion. She pushed back against me, fucking my hand, rocking her hips forward and back as my fingers slid to the knuckle and then back out again. She cried out and I felt her muscles contract around me. I thrust my fingers as deeply into her as I could while she found her pleasure.

  Knowing the respite would be brief before needing me again, I withdrew my hand. She whimpered and would have collapsed on the bed had I not held her hips with my hands.

  She was so smooth, the skin of her arse and hips rounded and brown, a few shades darker than my own golden shade. The lips of her cunt were a darker brown, but inside was a fascinatingly vibrant pink. I lifted her thighs apart gently, and she let out a little gasp.

  “Yes,” she moaned, her face buried in the plain white sheet of the bed. “Please fuck me. I’m so ready for this, you have no idea.”

  “Don’t worry, little female,” I murmured while kneading the flesh of her thighs. “You will feel reprieve soon, I promise you.”

  I unhooked my leather lappets from my waist and then freed the tie that held my loincloth together. My cock sprang up, eager to replace my fingers and pump into her. My hand cupped her soaked cunt, and my forefinger felt for the little nub of flesh at the top. Some species of females didn’t have this, but I was satisfied to find she did. She immediately cried out as the tip of my finger grazed against it.

  Ah, so it was very sensitive then.

  I positioned my cock at the entrance of her core and began easing myself into her. She jerked back against me, trying to envelop me faster, but I held her tight.

  “No,” I commanded, stilling her. “We go slowly. I am a big male.”

  “I want you so badly.” She sounded as if she was about to weep.

  I had to remind myself that it wasn’t her that truly wanted me, it was the poison talking. Otherwise I might lose my head and forget that I wasn’t her male, and she wasn’t mine.

  I pushed forward again and my cock was seated in her about halfway. I gritted my teeth. She was clamped around me in a surprisingly snug grip.

  “Gods, you are tight,” I muttered, pushing forward a little further.

  Getting her to hold still proved almost impossible, and she lunged backwards unexpectedly, trying to take all of me at once.

  I grunted, and held her firmly, her cunt so tight I almost saw stars. Then I surged forward so that she was impaled down to the root of me.

  She let out a low, keening moan, and her inner muscles contracted around me, signalling her release again. The grip of her cunt around my cock was the most intensely pleasurable experience I’d ever had with a female.

  But I knew she wouldn’t be sated with that. She would not be completely calmed until my seed filled her. So, I didn’t pause at her pleasure. Instead, I withdrew and surged again, thrusting into her core with a single focus, using my cock as a tool for her gratification. I filled her tight hole over and over. The only sounds in the room were her frantic moans, the smack of her arse against me, and my tightened sac slapping into her wet flesh. My grunts grew increasingly more erratic, and I could feel the bliss of my release pooling at my spine.

  I growled and brought her body up so that her back was plastered to the front of me, my cock impaling her from behind.

  She was balanced on her knees now, and one of my hands reached around and cupped her breast, thumbing the taut nipple roughly. My other hand rubbed the nub between her legs. I fucked her, pumping into her with all the wild abandon I hadn’t allowed myself in seasons, giving her the roughness I knew she craved.

  At once I exploded, and I roared through my release as my seed pumped into her, filling her up.

  She screamed and gripped the hand on my breast so hard her nails bit into my skin. The walls of her cunt squeezed me, pulling more from my cock, and her body vibrated with pleasure.

  We collapsed onto the bed, panting. She looked away from me, and despite the fact that I had fucked her facing away from me, I now desperately wanted to see her face, read her expression,
and know her satisfied smile.

  Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have done this. Already I felt myself caring about her.

  As if she could read my thoughts, she turned to face me.

  She was beautiful. Her skin glowed with an inner light, a healthy flush from exertion and pleasure. Her eyes had lost that glassy sheen and the warm brown color drew me in, as if she were laughing at a secret joke we shared. She smiled at me, and I clenched my jaw.

  “I recognize we have all night to do this,” she said, the small smile staying on her lips as she smoothed her fingers across the fur on my chest. “And I realize you’ve already done me an enormous solid by helping me out this evening, but could you do me one more favor?”

  My heart stilted at her words. What more could she ask of me? I almost got up and fled at the realization that I knew I would give it to her. Whatever it was, whatever she asked. I knew I would say yes.

  “Tell me this favor,” I demanded.

  Her smile grew broader, revealing her straight, flat teeth. My tongue traced my own jagged incisors. I realized I had not even tasted her mouth yet.

  “Please,” she continued, “could you remove your helmet?”

  Chapter Six

  Nisha

  This alien guard just blew my goddamned mind and I didn’t even know his name or what he looked like. It was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and I knew without doubt it was not the sex poison that made it so. After all, I’d been fucking alien dudes while hopped up on the stuff for months now. I knew the difference. It was possible it was because I’d gone so long without sex, but I didn’t think it was that either. There was something between us, some sort of chemistry that made being with him distinct from the others.

  It was strange, because he wasn’t very forthcoming. He acted like he didn’t even want to fuck me, which was way different than all the other aliens. To them I was rare, a human, a prize. But him—it was like he was holding himself back from me. Almost as if he were afraid of me.