Rescued by the Dragorian

by Emma Vance

  I could feel my cock growing stiff from the sight of her walking about in the morning light, her skin utterly bare. She was getting dressed in a hurry, picking up the items of her clothing that had been strewn around the room from our mating. My mouth went dry when she bent over to retrieve that sheer panelled dress from the floor—the garment which barely covered her skin.

  Humans were very different from Dragorian females—smoother, rounder. But Beatrice was the most exquisite female I’d ever beheld. I couldn’t breathe when I looked at her. And I couldn’t think of anything other than coupling when I was with her.

  “We don’t need to look for the scientist so quickly,” I heard myself saying, my words slow and soaked with lust. “We could go back to bed.” I placed my hands on the fastening of my trousers—pants that had tightened considerably since Beatrice bent over.

  “Why—” She whirled to look at me. Her mouth curved and as I saw the flash of her little square teeth. “Oh, I see.”

  She walked over to me and placed her hands directly over my cock.

  “Yes, I think we could wait a moment before we began our search,” she said, voice husky. I stared at her lips as she wet them with her bright pink tongue, so different from mine but so startingly pleasurable.

  I could get lost in the pleasure of that tongue. Or, I could get us both out of here and ensure that my mate was safe.

  I reached down and gripped her hands.

  “I want to protect you, Beatrice.” I shook my head regretfully. “I cannot do so if I am not thinking properly.”

  “All the more reason to go back to bed and clear your head.”

  I wanted to, so badly. But I knew that I was being selfish. She deserved more than a mate who just wanted to tumble her into the nearest bed while she was still being held captive.

  I picked up her sheer dress and pressed it to her chest.

  “The sooner I get you out of here, the sooner we can analyze what is going on between us,” I promised.

  She bit her lower lip and nodded once. “You’re right. And the more time we waste, the more time the other girls have to deal with things. I’ve been selfish, I wanted to give in to these urges when there are other people that need our help.”

  I shook my head and cupped her chin gently. “It is I who should be taking action here. You are the one enslaved. I should better control my impulses.”

  Her wide brown eyes looked up at me. My breath hitched and I almost wrenched the dress from her hands and threw her to the bed.

  “I think anyone would forgive you if they knew what this Rushing was like. It’s a little hard to think of anything else.” Her lips twisted with humor, but the passion in her eyes did not dim.

  She put her frothy dress back on, and then we walked towards the billowing tent flap.

  It was hard indeed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Beatrice

  “What’s the plan?” I asked Mekvar, trying my best to listen to his answer and not stare at his butt in his smooth black pants. I didn’t know how he moved in those, because they looked like he just poured them on his body. Like he was covered in liquid dark chocolate. Well, he certainly had my mouth watering.

  “We think the scientist might be hiding in one of the other houses, or a captured slave.”

  I frowned. “You mean like the one where the gladiators go? Near the fighting pits?”

  He nodded, then looked towards them, three enormous buildings looming in the distance. It was a joke to call them houses when one of them looked like a massive palace for Indian royalty or something. The others were just as big, but seemed less glamorous.

  “Or the other two. The pleasure house for the guards and the discounted pleasure house.”

  “Are you even allowed to go to the other pleasure house?”

  “I am. The other houses operate as taverns on the planet. Besides, I could always pose as a gladiator for the evening.” He looked at me, his eyes heating and his forked tongue flicking out for a second. “And you my spoils.”

  I felt his desire slice through me, and a familiar rising echoed in myself. But I tried not to focus on it. After last night, the wild need from the Rushing was slightly sated. But if it was like last time, it wouldn’t last long. And I remembered when it came back, the need was even fiercer than before.

  Which meant we didn’t have too much time to look for this scientist guy before I would be incapable of rational thought.

  “Which one should we search?” I asked. I hadn’t heard good things about the discount pleasure house. Mei had said it was where the females went when they needed relieving of the sex-poison and were desperate for anyone. It was seedy and filled with aliens who would bend you over and fuck you at the drop of a hat. But we might have to search everywhere if we wanted to find this guy.

  “I need to coordinate with my crew first,” Mekvar said, rubbing his strange, six fingered-hands across his face. “We need to ensure we are covering as much as the pleasure planet as possible.” He looked at me. “My crew should have paired off with many of your human females last night.”

  “That’s good,” I said, and I meant it. If his crew were anything like Mekvar I knew the other women would not be taken advantage of in the slightest. Even though some of them might want to be. I thought of Pippa, who was struggling with her ingestion of sex-poison. “How do we communicate with them?”

  He pulled out a small, pen-like object from his pocket. “With these.” He frowned like he had said the most obvious thing in the world.

  “I guess if you guys have spaceships, you have cell-phones too,” I muttered.

  He spoke into the tubular piece of metal.

  “They are in a dining tent.” I didn’t hear a sound come from the metal stick he held in his hand so I had no idea how he knew that, but he took my hand and led me towards one of the large circular tents I had never been to before.

  It was made of white linen fabric, blowing in a gentle breeze, and sat atop a wooden-like floor. The inside looked like one of those old-fashioned bars, with long dark tables that could seat many patrons. There were lots of different aliens here, seated at tables, drinking. Some had females in their laps, others were eating bowls of strange-looking food very noisily. This was one of the restaurants for patrons. One of the alien girls I recognized strode past me carrying drinks. She had violent, teal colored skin and silver hair that clumped around her head like snakes. She delivered drinks to the intended patrons and one of them tugged her into his lap, pulled thin dress down and buried his face in her blue breasts.

  I was glad I didn’t have to work in this place yet.

  From the looks I was getting from the other aliens, they hadn’t seen many humans before. An alien who resembled a man in a Halloween devil costume licked his lips and beckoned me closer.

  I felt a firm arm clamp around my shoulder as Mekvar drew me to him.

  “She’s taken.”

  I nearly jumped back from the ferocity of his growl. He bared his fangs at the alien devil and the gold on Mekvar’s scales glowed brighter. I wasn’t surprised when the devil shrank back from him. Mekvar was enormous, and covered in bulging muscles.

  His anger at the other creature didn’t make me fear him. In fact, it just turned me on. I could feel my pussy growing wet at his hot look of possessiveness. If I didn’t control myself a little, I’d be spread-eagle on one of these tables as Mekvar fucked me in front of the whole restaurant.

  As if Mekvar could hear my thoughts, he pulled me to him even tighter so that my body was plastered to the side of his.

  “I would have paid for my share of her,” grumbled the red-devil alien.

  “I do not share,” snapped Mekvar, as we walked by him.

  Mekvar steered us towards a group of males that looked like him—they were all tall, gold and grey scaled skin, muscular, and hairless. Before I got to know Mekvar I might have thought that they all looked the same. But since knowing him, I could recognize that they were all unique from one another. M
ekvar was one of the taller Dragorians, and his ears were pointier, more twisted. They had different shades of the grey skin color, ranging from almost black to a very pale light grey, and Mekvar was somewhere in between. The splash of gold flecks were in a different pattern on each of them. They all had the same colored eyes, but to me Mekvar’s seemed warmer, more approachable. His crew sat with the human women. No sign of Nisha. I looked around for Pippa. She wasn’t here either.

  Mekvar’s crew stood as we approached.

  “This is Beatrice.” He gestured to me.

  I reached out to shake their hands, but instead, they bowed their heads.

  “Well met, Beatrice,” the male closest to Mekvar said. The rest of the Dragorian crew stared at me as if they’d never seen anything like me before.

  “They are curious because you are my mate,” Mekvar said quietly.

  Right. Mate. I sort of got that it was a big deal from Mekvar, but the way his crew members looked at me, I was starting to realize it might be much bigger deal than I thought.

  I sat down beside Hazel, who was holding a cup of something steaming in her hand.

  “I don’t know how you can drink a hot beverage in this heat.” I said to her, wiping the sweat from my palms onto my dress. “It’s like we are marooned in the middle of a desert.”

  “We are marooned in the middle of a desert,” Hazel said, her quiet self-possessed voice never failing to surprise me. She just seemed so unflappable.

  “And besides,” she continued, “my drink is actually ice cold.”

  She held it up for me to taste. Sure enough, the liquid that trickled down my throat was incredibly cooling, and had a light, pleasant taste.

  “What is it?” I asked suspiciously. Probably something I should have asked before drinking. My stomach dropped with the thought that I had unknowingly drank the sex-poison.

  “Some sort of celebratory drink here. Their version of alcohol, I think. I’m trying to take it slowly just in case it affects us negatively.”

  “Smart.”

  She glanced to my left. “So, who’s your alien?”

  I smiled at her use of ‘your.’ I guess he was mine.

  “This is Mekvar.” I introduced him to Hazel and the other girls at the table. He bowed over each one of their hands and looked at the other women with such reverence that I felt the warmth of pride trickle through me.

  I don’t know what had changed in the past few days, but it no longer felt like I was just using Mekvar to get out of here. I genuinely liked him, and wanted to help him find his scientist, not just to get us out of here, but because he his people needed it.

  “So, you’re our savior then?” murmured Hazel.

  I saw some of the Dragorians dart glances around the dining hall. Presumably so they could confirm no one could hear her. But Hazel’s voice was so quiet it was difficult to hear her at the table we were all sitting at, I very much doubted it would be her to give us away.

  “We are all agreed on saving the human females,” said the Dragorian Mekvar introduced as Tsanel. He was leaner than Mekvar and had darker grey skin. “We despise pleasure planets such as this one.”

  “We have to make it past Bardoa first,” said a burly Dragorian sitting next to Eve.

  “Where is Mal?” asked Mekvar, looking around at the group.

  “He is with the other human. They spent the night together. He has not communicated but knows we are to meet here.”

  Another murmur rippled through the restaurant and I looked towards the tent doorway. A Dragorian had entered and had a very forbidding look on his ridged face. Beside him, Pippa stood, looking flushed, but with a small smile. They made their way over to our table.

  “Pippa.” I stood and took her in. She’d lost the pained expression on her face and looked considerably happier.

  “I feel fucking fantastic,” she murmured to me as we embraced. “Seriously, so much better.”

  “I thought there wasn’t a cure!” I said, relief flooding through me.

  “There isn’t,” she admitted. “But there is certain . . .release.”

  She glanced over at the angry-looking alien that had come in with her.

  Oh.

  Well, I couldn’t judge the girl given Mekvar and I had been having our own party in our tent. And besides, if the tea she’d drunk had been anything like the Rushing I’d experienced then I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.

  And I didn’t.

  “Good. We are all here.” Mekvar addressed the table.

  I looked to the doorway for the only human missing, but no one else entered. “Did Nisha know we were meeting here?”

  “She did,” whispered Hazel. “But she didn’t seem convinced. I don’t think she wants to risk it if things go wrong.”

  I felt my stomach sink. I was disappointed. If we escaped, then I wanted all the human women with us. I didn’t want to leave anyone behind.

  “We’ve divided this section of the planet into areas to search,” explained a Dragorian with a wicked scar slicing across the right side of his face. “We know the scientist is here somewhere.” His voice was low among the din of the room, and I had to lean in to hear him clearly.

  “Some of the areas we can only get into if we already have a female,” The alien cleared his throat. “Which is why it’s good some of us have paired up already.”

  “We shouldn’t be sending females into places we aren’t going ourselves. Especially the pleasure houses. It isn’t safe.” This was from the alien who came in with Pippa, who must have been Mal. His voice was rough, more like a growl, and he clenched his fists on the table.

  “Agreed.” Mekvar looked at the rest of his crew. “Mal and I will search the discount pleasure house first with our females. The rest of you divide yourselves up and choose an area. The pleasure gardens, the gambling dens and the food halls. Take a human female with you so you are less conspicuous.”

  The crew nodded at his instructions.

  “Good.” He glanced at me for a moment, his gaze softening. “Send a message immediately on the o-com when you have something. We want to get out of here as swiftly as we can. The longer we stay, the more suspicious we seem.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Beatrice

  When we entered the ramshackle building of the discount pleasure house, we were immediately greeted with an alien fucking a four-legged female on a wooden table right in front of us.

  I froze. I’d seen some pretty raunchy things here already, but this was the most shocking.

  The four legged-female had fuchsia skin dotted with green mirror-like circles, kind of like scales. All four legs were over her head like some sort of Karma Sutra painting as she was being pummelled. But I was totally absorbed by the alien male fucking her. He looked humanoid in body, but his arms were tentacles and swirling manically as he took her roughly. He had about eight or so on each side of his body, where arms should have been. Two of his tentacles were suctioned on each one of her large pink breasts, and they bounced in time with each thrust. Another tentacle was fastened to the top of her vagina, presumably on her clit. She moaned deep as the tentacles pulsated on her, and the tentacle alien fucking her roared so loud dust shook from the rafters above us. I was surprised to find myself wet from watching them, and I shifted uncomfortably.

  It must be the Rushing. I’d never be aroused by something like without something forcing me to be, would I? Pippa was beside me, watching the couple as well. Her mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water.

  I was so wrapped up in watching them fuck that Mekvar had to guide me around them, and he took me by the arm and led me into the saloon. I tore my gaze away from the couple on the stained wooden table, to the rest of the pleasure house.

  There was sex all around us, females and males being taken against walls, tables, seats, everywhere. We entered what looked sort of like an old timey saloon in the wild west on Earth—dusty and rough. We were in the luxury gardens no longer.

  I sidle
d up to Mekvar and he draped a protective arm over my shoulders. The aliens in front of us were still going at it, not caring who saw them. I was almost overwhelmed by how much fucking there was to look at. On every surface, of every area, there seemed to be aliens having sex. There was a gigantic bar in the centre of the room where a few aliens sat, drinking amber liquid from dirty glasses, which was the only place where there wasn’t sex. Everything in here was filthy, and I did not want to sit down anywhere for fear of what I would be touching. Moans echoed all around us, and the females seemed to be enjoying things just as much as the males. If Nisha and Kat were right, this was where females went who wanted a quick release when they weren’t chosen for the night in the gardens, and were under the influence of sex poison.

  You’d have to be crazy to come here.

  Or very, very desperate. I was suddenly very glad I’d never drank the sex-poison tea. I could not imagine being desperate enough to end up in a place like this. I looked at Pippa, who had drunk the sex poison tea. Would she have ended up coming here? She was taking in the room, her eyes wide, her skin flushed.

  Beside me, on the bar, a male withdrew from a female that looked surprisingly human, but instead of hair she had creatures attached to her scalp that looked like thin snakes. When the male left the medusa-alien, he was replaced immediately with another male waiting in line. This male was tall and slender, with grey skin that was wrinkled and knotted, sort of like rope. He was naked, but almost everyone seemed to be in this place. The female didn’t even close her legs before his cock was inside her.

  “Where the absolute fuck are we?” said Pippa, finally finding her voice. She let out a squeak when a short, muscular alien that had a face like a warthog sidled up to her, his arms around her waist.

  “Human,” he said, with a snort, his voice nasally. “I’ve always wanted to try one. You are very rare.”

  He grabbed her and pulled her against him, his fingers clipped like hooves, a thick tongue darting out from his mouth and licking her cheek. She made a retching sound and tried to push him away.