Rescued by the Dragorian

by Emma Vance

  “Now, now. I know you are here for a reason. Come to get that itch scratched, eh?” He laughed and snorted at the same time, snot dribbling down his chin. He was in some sort of loin cloth and sported a massive erection, which was currently pressed onto Pippa’s hip.

  He squealed when Mal wrenched him away from her with a force that flung him across the room. “Get off her,” he growled.

  The warthog alien sized up Mal, looking him up and down. Then he glanced at Mekvar. Apparently realizing he couldn’t take on a seven-foot-tall Dragorian, let alone two of them, he bowed his head and slunk away.

  “Are you well, Pippa? Did he hurt you?” Mal asked with incredible gentleness. I blinked at him, his tone so different from every other time I’d heard him speak. Granted, I hadn’t heard him speak that much.

  “Fine,” barked Pippa, crossing her arms over her chest. “I could have dealt with him myself.”

  “Next time I’ll let the disgusting creature have you then,” snapped Mal. He raked a taloned hand over his ridged scalp.

  I saw a familiar face in the far corner of the bar and waved. “Mei!”

  She came over to us immediately. She had the same serene smile she usually had, her long black hair neat and smooth, hanging down around her waist, despite the surroundings. She wore the same dress Pippa and I did, except hers was blue and sheer, with little gems dotted about the waist. I wondered if she had just come from having sex with one of these randy alien males. I decided I didn’t want to ask.

  Pippa had no such qualms. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  Mei laughed. “You get used to it after awhile. I don’t mind it. There aren’t any pretences here. After awhile, the gardens grated on my nerves. All that pandering and preening, pretending to be fancy. Some aliens even want you to pretend to be their wives. Here, everyone lets you know exactly what they want, and it’s only one thing.” She shrugged. “I did, after all, drink lansian root tea. This is the quickest way to address that need.”

  Pippa looked horrified. I cleared my throat.

  “We are searching for the scientist that the Dragorians are looking for.”

  Mei nodded at Mal and Mekvar. “I thought as much. I’ll keep my eyes open. I haven’t seen any other Dragorians though. There’s no one that’s jumped out at me.”

  I looked beyond her to a long worm-like creature that was being fucked by a giant blob of purple goo with a dick. “You haven’t seen anyone that’s jumped out at you?” I repeated, my voice incredulous.

  She followed the direction of my gaze and laughed. “Yeah, that’s pretty standard here, unfortunately. I’ve seen every type of creature in the galaxy, I’m sure. There isn’t anything that would shock me now. But I haven’t seen anyone that would pass for a Dragorian.” She cocked her head at Mekvar, taking him in.

  “We’d probably be able to cover more ground in this house if we split up,” Mei said, glancing around. “I know it pretty well. I’ll check out the back rooms. It’s a little seedier over there, and it might be too much for you.” She gestured down a darkened corridor.

  “But, are you sure you’ll be okay?” I blurted out, not liking the sounds I was hearing coming from that direction. The wails and moans seemed much more concentrated there.

  “Oh, I’m good. I’ve been here tons. Don’t worry, no one will hurt me. It’s forbidden.” She glanced at the Dragorians beside me. “The same can’t be said about them, though. Fights are pretty rampant here. If anything, I’d watch out for your alien friends.” She nodded at them. “Good luck.”

  She disappeared down the darkened hall.

  “I don’t like this,” Mal muttered to Mekvar. “There are too many threats.”

  Mekvar nodded. “Agreed. Let’s search the place and leave.” He looked towards Pippa. “Are you comfortable searching with that one? I can go with both females if you’d like.”

  Mal scowled, his mouth drawing down into a severe line. “No. It will be fine. If I must do this, I will.”

  “Well, don’t worry buddy. I don’t want to hang out with you either.” Pippa stomped off and left Mal to catch up with her.

  “Pippa!” I called after her, but she was too busy arguing with Mal to hear me.

  “This place is huge.” I turned to Mekvar, “How are we ever going to search it all?”

  “We do it floor by floor,” Mekvar said his mouth pressing into a thin line. “And we pray the Gods bless us with this scientist before we have to search the whole blasted planet. I will not fail my people on this. Not after my last mission.”

  His words rang out, leaving me to wonder what had happened to Mekvar in the past that had made him so determined to succeed in this.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mekvar

  This was impossible. We’d been in this forsaken pleasure house for an hour searching every conceivable place, hoping the scientist would present himself to us. No one even slightly resembled a Dragorian, and there must have been every other type of alien in the damned galaxy here. There was nothing but males fucking in every room, everywhere I looked.

  It also didn’t help what I was feeling towards Beatrice. The Rushing was taking over once more. All I thought about was all the ways Beatrice and I could be together. And it wasn’t easy with the number of males who decided they wanted her too. More than one took an interest in Beatrice until I growled at them and they slinked away.

  When a Regreathen male stared at Beatrice’s breasts through her dress and would not stop licking his lips, I was ready to tear his throat out. I dragged her out of that room so fast that I was surprised I didn’t throw her over my shoulder and leave the house entirely.

  But I had to put my feelings for my mate aside and think of my people. As unnatural as that felt.

  So, we went from room to room, searching for the scientist, and all I could think of was how badly I wanted Beatrice out of here, no longer exposed to the lecherous gazes of other males.

  We entered a room filled with a mass orgy. Three males were taking a particularly noisy female, one behind her, one in her mouth, and the other at her cunt. I couldn’t imagine ever sharing a female so enthusiastically with two other males. Beatrice, however, was arrested at the sight of them, and I had to tug her away from the foursome before we could move on.

  Afterwards, we reached a darkened hallway, and Beatrice halted. Sweat poured from her brow, and she leaned heavily against the wall.

  “Beatrice? Are you well?”

  “Mekvar,” She gasped, and gripped her head in her hands. “I don’t think I can continue anymore.”

  “Then we won’t. We will return to our tent and cease searching.” I thought I would feel torn saying the words, feel the familiar flash of frustration at having to give up the mission. But the feeling didn’t come. Instead I felt relief. My need to protect Beatrice was surpassing my need to save my people.

  And that was a terrifying prospect.

  Regardless of my conflicted thoughts, I gathered Beatrice into my arms and held her to me. She moaned and arched in my arms, thrashing. She brushed her breasts against me, and I cursed myself. I couldn’t stop the erection that thickened in my trousers at the contact with her.

  I had been trying so hard to remain focused, to ignore the incredible pull of the Rushing, to block out the floral scent of her, to not think of the feel of sinking into her cunt, and now it was all that consumed my mind.

  “Beatrice, what is the matter?” My jaw tightened as I tried to think past her writhing body against mine. “Tell me how I can help you.”

  “My body is on fire!” Beatrice threw her arms around my neck and began rubbing herself along my body. “Mekvar, I cannot do this anymore. I need you to fuck me. This is unbearable.”

  I gripped her tightly against me, inhaling her light floral scent, and relishing the soft press of her full breasts against my chest. I looked down at her flushed face.

  “Forgive me, Beatrice. I should have understood what you were going through.” I stroked her dark ha
ir and leaned down to press my lips against hers. It was meant to be a light kiss. A kiss meant to comfort or reassure.

  But the moment my lips touched hers, a lightning storm erupted between us. She moaned low against my lips and opened her mouth to me, letting my tongue delve into her sweetness. Beatrice nearly crawled up my body, her arms wrapped around my neck and legs around my waist. She began to grind herself into me, and I felt the wetness of her cunt through the fabric of both my shirt and her dress. We groaned at the same time, the sound traveling from her mouth into mine. She was so ready for me.

  I pressed her against the wall of the pleasure house, sliding my hands underneath her arse, and lifting her plump cheeks up. I thrust into her, my erection straining against my trousers. I tried to find her sweet spot, right above her cunt, and ground against it. She gasped, breaking her mouth off mine and threw her head back with a moan.

  I heard a cheer behind us, and turned swiftly, shielding Beatrice’s body with my own.

  A few males had gathered behind us at the entrance of the hall, their greedy eyes pinned on Beatrice.

  “We’ll gladly have a turn after you, Dragorian,” said a beast whose species I’d never seen before. He was tall, as tall as I was, and had thick, bushy fur covering every inch of his body. I had no qualms in fighting with this male, and every other after him, if it meant protecting Beatrice.

  I bared my teeth, my fangs protruding forward and over my lips. The beast stepped forward and bared his own teeth. But a male to his left tugged at his arm.

  “Bhustal, let’s go. There are hundreds of females here, ripe for the taking. Leave this pair.”

  The male didn’t take his eyes from me. I growled low. “You should listen to your friend. It will not end well for you.”

  Beatrice’s hands press to my back, likely an attempt to calm me, but it only reminded me of what needed to be protected. The male snarled at me again, but allowed his friend to drag him away.

  I waited until they were all out of sight before I turned back to Beatrice.

  “Mekvar.” Her wide brown eyes met my gold ones. “I honestly wouldn’t have cared if you fucked me in front of the entire pleasure house. I still don’t.”

  “I know, Beatrice. But I care. I don’t want other males watching you, thinking they can use your body for their own pleasure.”

  “I know you would never let anything happen to me.” She began stroking my arm, lightly brushing the scales on my forearm and then trailing her fingers down my chest.

  My breath hitched, and just like that, all the rage and protective instinct that had flooded me turned to desire.

  Her eyes were liquid as she stared up at me. She placed her palm flat over my heart.

  “Even the beat of your heart arouses me,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Every thump makes me think of you pounding into me. That rhythmic thud. I swear my own heart echoes it.”

  I swallowed, watching her. Willing my body to calm so I wasn’t driven mad by this lust that seemingly had no end. But I couldn’t calm. There would be no easing of this until there was satisfaction.

  I took her hand and pulled her down the corridor. There must be somewhere in this grimy place that had privacy. I reached the first door and yanked it open. It revealed a group of tentacled males suctioned onto four very well endowed females. Their tentacles all pulsated in tandem, and they beckoned us to join us when I opened the door.

  “Some day,” Beatrice said, with a gulp, “you are going to have to explain the tentacles.”

  I jerked her back out, and the next door in the hall revealed an oasis of sorts. A small closet. We stared at the tiny room.

  “Will you even fit in there?”

  In response, I lifted her up against me, spinning her so that her back faced the wall of the closet, and then shut the door behind us, placing her on the ground.

  We were in complete darkness.

  I could hear the rise and fall of her chest, the quickened inhale and deep exhale. Every breath caused my cock to harden more.

  I pressed up against her. I couldn’t see her, not even the outline of her face, so I traced her lips with my fingertips, then drifted downwards, trailing down her neck and lower, to her heavy breasts. She moaned when I lifted both large globes in my hands and squeezed, thumbing the nipples as I did so. I did it again and again, twisting and pinching her nipples as I basked in her delicious moans.

  “Please,” she begged, “please, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

  I fastened my lips to her arched neck, sucking there, hoping I left a mark, claiming her as mine with my mouth. I kept on at her teats, tugging them as she canted her cunt towards me.

  She sagged against the wall and I caught her in my arms.

  Then I knelt before her, lifting her legs up over my shoulders and dipping my head beneath her sheer skirts.

  I could smell the sweet wet of her cunt, and my mouth watered to taste it.

  The scent of my mate’s cunt in the throes of the Rushing was like nothing else I’d ever known. I could spill my seed just from her aroma alone. She thrust her hips against my face, a desperate plea. I didn’t waste any time in preparing her. I knew what she wanted.

  I locked my lips onto the top of her cunt, sucking her little nub in my mouth.

  She screamed, and I knew she was seconds away from release.

  I slid two thick fingers into her entrance, and she squirmed, fucking my hand with an eager rocking motion. I sucked her again, and then flicked my rough tongue against her sensitive nub. She moaned again, and her muscles convulsed around my fingers, her thighs clamping around my head. She gripped my head, humping her cunt into my face. Then she let out a long, lusty cry into the darkness.

  I licked her cunt gently as her tremors died down, and then I rose to my feet, lowering her to the floor.

  Her little human hands immediately went to the front of my trousers. She released my cock, and it sprung free, greedy for her touch.

  I spread her legs and lifted her again, but this time in line with my cock.

  “My mate, are you ready?”

  “Yes, Mekvar.” I almost heard the smile in her voice. “I’m always ready for you.”

  Those words brought a guttural growl from low in my chest and I thrust forward, sheathing myself fully into her. She cried out and arched, her nails digging into my back. I pumped into her, holding on to her soft arse as I plunged into her. I couldn’t think beyond her. My blood was on fire, my scales glowing brighter, my sac tightening every time I entered her.

  She wrapped her legs around me and moaned, head thrown back in ecstasy as I continued to thrust into her.

  “Yes, Mekvar!” She shouted, and from the little sounds she was making in the back of her throat, I could tell she was close to completion. I doubled my efforts, thrusting fiercely into her, my cock surging and pulsing. She cried out, and I felt the muscles of her cunt convulse around me, squeezing my cock.

  I roared into the darkness as I exploded into her, my seed filling her up so much I felt it spill from her body and onto the floor.

  I lifted my head to hers, and even though I could barely make her out in the darkness, I felt her lips against mine and captured her breathlessness with my kiss. She sighed into me, and our mouths slid together in a soft, liquid dance.

  “Beatrice. You are so beautiful,” I whispered the words after our lips parted.

  She huffed a laugh and I almost hardened again at the erotic sound.

  “You can’t even see me,” she said.

  I lifted one of my hands to cup the back of her head.

  “But I can trace your beauty with my hands. And just from touch, I know you are the most gorgeous female I’ve ever beheld.”

  She leaned into me, sighing and burying her face into my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and held her for a moment before begrudgingly sliding out of her. Before we left the small room, I pulled her to me and kissed her one final time. The taste of a mate was sweeter than any fruit. I was read
y to mate with her again from that kiss alone.

  We left the small room and headed back to the main area of the house to continue searching. I could feel my frustration growing at being unable to locate the scientist, despite the pleasure I’d just experienced with my mate. It was perhaps because of that pleasure that I was more frustrated.

  How could I feel such happiness when I had the entire future of my people hanging in the balance?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Beatrice

  We entered the main room of the discount pleasure house and it was pretty much the same as when we had left it.

  That is, rampant sex, sticky floors, and so many drunken aliens it made my head spin.

  Pippa and Mal were there and stood very close together. For a second I wondered if they were kissing. Then, Pippa threw her hands in the air and stomped away. Mal moved to follow her but stopped suddenly, his mouth pressed into a firm line and arms folded across his chest. I didn’t know what they could possibly be arguing about, but Pippa clearly had enough as she headed towards the bar. Mal continued to glower at her.

  I looked at Mekvar, who had witnessed the same scene I had, if the arch of his brow was any indication.

  “I’ll go talk to her,” I said, motioning to Pippa.

  He nodded, and then looked to where she was at the bar. “Don’t go far,” he said, his eyes sweeping the room. I didn’t pretend to misunderstand. With the number of male aliens eyeing me, there was no way I was going to wander off without Mekvar.

  Pippa had her head in her hands, her elbows propped up on the wooden bar, and was muttering things to herself. A few males edged closer to her, casting her lascivious glances as they looked her up and down.

  “Pippa?”

  Her head shot up and scowled. “Oh, you’re back.”

  “Did you guys manage to find anything?”

  She shook her head and made a face. “Nothing that was helpful. Just a whole lot of sex and I wasn’t the one doing any of it.”