by Alyx X
“Easy,” Qui whispered. “Shallow breaths at first. You’ll get used to it.”
I gagged a little, spluttering as I fought not to breathe, yet my body demanded my next breath. I wouldn’t die in a putrid, smelly room on an alien ship I shouldn’t have even been on in the first place. A hysterical laugh bubbled up my throat. This was what regret smelled like. It had a taste, too, and that taste sent nausea roiling through my stomach.
Qui tucked some hair behind my ear, the gesture tender. “You can sneak onto my ship,” he whispered, and I had to lean back to meet his towering gaze. He was so close the warmth of his breath tickled my skin, “but you’ll stay in here, where I can do whatever the hell I like with you.”
His words, delivered with a promise of sex and an undertone of danger, sent a shiver of desire rippling through me. He held my hands above my head and pressed them against the cold metal wall. It wasn’t smooth. It felt gritty, like something had spilled down it and been allowed to dry. I squirmed away.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he taunted as he shook his head. “You’re going to stay right here.” He spread my arms as his knee held me in place, separating my thighs. A chain rattled against the wall and I turned my head, watching as Qui looped the end around my wrist and fastened it.
I shook it gently, working out how much room I had to slip my hand free. The answer was none. Chain links chinked against chain links and against the metal of the wall, but they didn’t loosen or slip free.
I shook them again. For fuck’s sake. This went a little bit further than a kink of sexy playtime. I’d just allowed myself to be chained up by an alien. A sexy alien, it was true, but still. I needed to do something. Protest. Fight. I swung away from the wall, my free arm out to strike him, or at least move him back.
“Unchain me, you bastard,” I yelled. “I can’t get myself free.”
But he caught my hand and chuckled as he trailed his finger up my arm and over my collar bones, stroking his way to my other wrist, where he fastened another chain. “You didn’t think I’d just put these on for fun, did you?” He leaned in close again, then flicked his tongue over my lips. I tried to capture it between them, but he was gone too quickly, and my open-mouthed kiss met with air.
He tutted. “Not so fast, Emma. My terms, remember?” His hand dropped to my hip, and I pressed closer into his palm, urging him on. “Humans are so fragile,” he said. “Fragile and weak. So easily broken.”
I paused. “I’m not weak. I’m onboard your ship, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” he conceded. “You are.” His hand crept around to my ass where he caressed it. “Humans are so soft.” He grabbed a handful of my ass cheek and I flinched. “This is what makes humans weak. Your soft skin and fragile bones. Like little animals that mustn’t be treated too harshly. I wouldn’t want to accidentally break you.” He dropped his head back to my ear and I closed my eyes against the pleasure chasing out my irritation. His voice was a sexy growl, and wet heat flooded to my pussy. I gasped as he yanked me closer to him, and the chains at my wrists swung against the wall, beating out an irregular rhythm for my passion.
His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. “You want me,” he said. It was a statement of fact, although there was some curiosity there. “Well, now this situation works even better.”
I closed my eyes, determined to hold out, determined for him to want me more. That was how it worked. They always wanted me more.
“Now I can do all the things I really wanted to do to you.” He drew a finger from my collar bone, down my chest, and over my tit to my nipple. He lazily traced the edge before his finger began to vibrate, lightly at first, then I moaned as it increased. “I can show you so much more now than I could in some closet with weak gravity.”
His words were the sweetest of promises and the deadliest of threats, but my knees weakened, and I hung from my restraints. “I don’t think you can do anything I haven’t already experienced before.”
“Oh no?” He lifted an eyebrow, then leaned forward and ran his tongue up my neck. “Challenge accepted.” He nudged my legs apart and slid down my body, fastening more chains at my ankles.
“It wasn’t a challenge,” I countered. “It was the truth.”
He stood back up and grinned, oozing confidence, oozing competence. I rested against the wall, waiting, and I didn’t have long to wait. He slid his hand up the inside of my leg, and heat raced through me. “That’s not new,” I said, and I held in a gasp of pleasure as his touch neared my pussy.
Closing my eyes, I willed his touch closer. The low-level vibrations disturbed the air around my clit before he even touched me, and I whimpered, pressing myself to him, seeking his warm hands. The vibration was feather-light, and he grinned as I reached for him, but the chains stopped me. “Harder,” I whispered.
He tilted his head as he looked at me, then the pressure on my clit intensified and I moved against him. “I want you inside me.” I ground against him, and the chains clinked and rattled, letting me know I was still his captive.
He teased me at first, pressing the tip of his finger inside me then pulling it out, and I hung from my chains weakly. I wanted that crazy, vibrating finger, and when he finally pushed it in all the way, it sat right against my G-spot and sent wave after wave of energy through me.
I gritted my teeth and rode him, my fingers tight around the chains as I used them to support my weight. I dropped my head back and sucked in a huge breath as my thigh muscles tensed and my toes curled. Pleasure built up inside me as the first flutters started in my pussy.
Suddenly I was empty. Completely empty as Qui pulled back and stepped away. I gasped and released the breath trapped in my chest in a series of pants. As I tried to clear my sudden confusion by shaking my head, Qui worked quickly with my chains, sliding them around and switching them over then nudging me gently into a position he preferred.
Finally, I faced the wall. I looked up, noticing the pulley system above me for the first time.
“Bend over,” he growled, and my bound hands rested against my back now as I complied, exposing my pussy to him. He smoothed his hand over my ass, then trailed his fingers lazily up my spine as he walked around me. I watched the floor, his boots in my peripheral vision as he moved to stand in front of me.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I lifted my head and met his gaze.
“Lower.”
My mouth dried and slid my tongue across my lips.
“Look at my cock.”
I had no choice. I watched him as he unfastened his pants and his cock sprang free. “You want this?” he asked as he wrapped his fingers around it and gave it a long, smooth stroke. “That feels good,” he murmured.
It was hypnotic, that stroking, and I bobbed my head up and down in time with the movement. “I see what you want. I see what you want and I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to conquer you.”
I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted him to know I wanted him to conquer me, too. I wanted his cock in my empty pussy. He thrust his hand into my hair, gripping it so the roots pulled at my scalp and prickles of delicious pain made me wince. “I’ll make you scream for me.”
I nodded, and his cock pulsed as he stroked it again, thickening and growing harder. I stuck my tongue out, trying to get close enough to lick it, and he moved his hand from his shaft to grab my jaw. He squeezed it and my mouth widened.
I laughed and rolled my eyes to meet his gaze. “You could just ask,” I mumbled.
He grinned back at me. “Where’s the fun in that?”
I tried to shrug and gasped as my shoulders strained against my restraints.
“That’s better,” he soothed, as my mouth opened. He pressed his cock forward, and I sucked on the tip as it passed my lips, filling my mouth with the flavor of rich, strong coffee. I was startled, but not about to start asking questions. Especially considering I currently couldn’t talk. His cock was hot, like the rest of his skin, and I moaned against him as I sucked on him again, the l
uxurious taste of him exploding across my tongue. I was right though, it vibrated and tasted just like coffee. This girl had all the luck.
He pushed against me, easing in. “Shit, your mouth’s cold.” He shivered. “I like it.” I swirled my tongue against him, lapping up more of that coffee flavor, and he groaned. “Cold and tight,” he whispered as he tugged on my hair again.
He thrust into my mouth, his hand against my head, bringing my face to him, and I struggled to accommodate him, sucking in breaths through my nose, then gagging and spluttering as he filled my throat. After a few strokes, he eased out of my mouth, and I sucked the tip of his cock one last time.
“We’ll have to work on that choking thing if you want to stay.”
I nodded my head, already wanting more coffee flavor. Dark and smooth with a bitter note. “You taste amazing,” I mumbled, annoyed that he could somehow make me want him even more. He released my hair and my head dropped. His boots disappeared from my view and his warm hand trailed over my skin again, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Desire sent heat to my pussy again.
“I’m sure you tell all the aliens that.” His hands gripped my hips, and he pulled me against him, his cock sliding against my slit. He rubbed against my clit, making me twitch, then he drew it to my pussy, and I pressed backward, all but offering a written invitation.
“Impatient human.” But his voice was gruff, like he was having trouble keeping control.
He nudged against my pussy again, and I widened my legs, trying to force my body to stretch to accommodate him. He groaned. “Tight mouth, tighter pussy.” His cock began to vibrate, and I squirmed against him with a gasp, eager to have all of him inside me.
“Yes,” I whispered as he filled me and drew back out before thrusting back in.
It was hard, and there was no tenderness, but it was the good fuck I wanted. The good fuck I needed. Almost as if he had total control over my pleasure, he increased and decreased the vibrations as he moved inside me, and my muscles tightened for a second time, heat swelling inside me as I lifted onto my tiptoes and pressed back against him, both trying to escape from and run toward the feeling.
I panted in harsh gasps of air, the smell of the room long forgotten as waves of desire started at my pussy, clenching around his cock so that he cried out too. He suddenly exploded inside me, coating me with heated cum, and I pressed back against him as I also spasmed around his cock.
We rocked together, moaning and grunting, until I gasped for breath and he lingered inside me a moment, his fingers tracing swirls over my ass. Finally, he slapped my left cheek and rubbed the stinging pain as if to ease it. He walked a step backward and I grunted as his cock slipped out of me and cum ran down the inside of my thigh, leaving a warm path in its wake.
“That was pretty good,” I whispered, but Qui didn’t reply.
Instead, he reached above me and toyed with one of the pulleys until the position of my arms eased and I sank to the floor, suddenly glad for the opportunity to rest as my body still fired lazy pulses of energy from between my legs. I rested my cheek against the wall, my arms still bound behind me, and I struggled to draw my legs into a comfortable position beneath me.
I glanced up as Qui’s boots scuffed over the floor, but he didn’t even look at me as he walked over to the door. “I’ll be back.”
Then he left, and the door slid shut behind him, leaving me in darkness.
9
Qui
My heavy footsteps rang hollowly in the service staircase as I stormed back up to the living quarters. One of the orange lights on the wall flashed and flickered, lending the whole space a nightmarish pulse of its own. At least that disguised the rust patches eroding the walls and the strains of shimmering fungus growing in the corners.
I’d send a member of maintenance down here, but not while the human was in residence. Definitely not while she was there, naked and alluring. At the thought, I nearly turned around to walk straight back to her cell. I didn’t need to. My release had satisfied my body, but fuck, I wanted to. I liked fucking her, and I wanted to do it again. And again.
Even as Emma lingered in my mind, my cock grew heavy with longing, and I smoothed my palm over it, offering a promise for the future. The very near future. Damn it. I rubbed my face next, irritated with myself as I slid the door open to the main corridors. I offered a kick at a piece of already-dented metal baseboard as I passed.
“Get yourself together. You’re the captain. A conqueror,” I grumbled to myself as I stormed down corridors almost aimlessly. I took familiar turns then doubled back, trying to walk off the fact that I’d suddenly started allowing my cock to do all of my thinking. Some of its decisions were incredibly foolish because now I had a prisoner rather than a simple souvenir.
Although, she was available solely for my pleasure. That part I liked. I shook my head. I couldn’t keep her. I needed to get rid of her, in fact. Having a human onboard after deciding Earth held no value for Euquanians only complicated things. The destruction of her planet was imminent, and I didn’t intend to be the fool conqueror toting one of the last humans about with me.
I growled my frustration at myself while my cock sang my praises, and I struggled to align those two sentiments. I stalked toward my room and slid the door open, but Emma’s scent lingered in the air, and the memory of her lying invitingly on my bed was seared into my brain. I swung around and marched to Roe’s chamber, not even bothering to knock before I thrust the door open.
“Shit, Qui. What the hell are you doing?” Roe’s angry shout jolted me from my thoughts, and I blinked as she gathered her blankets around her. With every movement she made to conceal herself and restore her dignity, the guy she was riding groaned, and I glanced at the floor in embarrassment. This was not how I’d imagined this meeting going.
As she and the man worked to make themselves decent, I glanced around. Roe’s room wasn’t as basic as mine. It had more in the way of comfort, and I slumped into an armchair draped with clothes, crossing my feet at the ankles as I waited for Roe to uncouple herself from my crew member.
“Off you go, Gan.” I dismissed him with a quick flick of my fingers, and Roe huffed her displeasure but lifted herself from him. He rolled over and I had a quick, unwanted glimpse of his cock, still swollen and unsatisfied. Oh, well. My needs were currently greater.
Roe pulled some pants on in the other corner or her room and fastened her shirt, her back to me. “What do you want that’s so urgent, brother?”
I hesitated at her question. Nothing but to spread my own misery, apparently. I glanced at Gan, suddenly taking his time with his boots.
“Nothing for anyone to know about but you,” I growled.
Roe shot me a glare loaded with irritation before sashaying her way to Gan, where he sat on the edge of her bed. She took hold of his chin and tilted his head to face her. “We’ll finish this later.” Then she leaned down and gave him a slow, drawn-out kiss.
I sighed. “Thank you, Gan. That will be all.” My patience was holding on by the barest thread right now. Roe shot me another glare as Gan finally left.
“We need to talk.” I fired the words out like energy pulses from a weapon as soon as we were alone.
“Okay. And you chose this precise moment, why?” She fluffed a pillow as she spoke and straightened the sheets on her bed.
“I didn’t choose it. It just was.” I stretched my legs out and interlocked my fingers at the back of my neck, attempting to relax, but it was no good. There was no way I could relax. It was fucking stupid to try. Instead, I stood up and marched to Roe’s window. The view was the same as always: space and more space. Except for Earth, rotating uselessly in our wake.
“Damn her,” I said as I jabbed my finger at the glass. “Damn that human female.”
“Who? Emma?” Roe’s eyes widened with fake innocence. “Do you wish you’d stood by your word and brought her along? Aww…” She walked to me and slung an arm around my back. “Is my poor older brother lonely?”
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Then she wrinkled her nose. “Shit, Qui.” She shoved me away. “You reek of sex. You’ve been somewhere fucking something, and then you had the audacity to interrupt me.” It wasn’t a question, and I eyed her sideways. She half laughed, half scoffed her disgust. “Clearly that puny human meant nothing at all if you’ve already decided to move on. Though, I thought I was the only female aboard this ship. Don’t tell me you’ve discovered a new taste for cock, oh mighty conqueror? I wouldn’t judge you, I just never assumed—”
“Enough!” I cut her off before she could test my patience further.
I sighed and turned away, my words no more than a mumble. “It was the fucking puny human.” If I’d had a drink in my hand, I would have chugged the whole thing after those words popped out of my mouth.
Roe laughed, dumbfounded. “What?” Hell, I needed another drink I didn’t have. “You brought her after all?” Roe hadn’t figured it out yet, and I was growing frustrated with her.
“No.” I slammed out the word, and Roe’s lips parted.
She lifted an eyebrow. “You flew back…?”
“No. She snuck onboard and stowed away with us.” I looked back out at Emma’s doomed planet as we moved away from it, wishing I could shoot my laser from my hands rather than wait for my warship.
Roe blew out a breath, and I could practically hear her barely-contained laughter, even though I faced away from her. “How did you know? Where did you find her?”
My laugh tasted bitter in my mouth. “In my room. She was lying naked on my bed like some sort of fucking human sex toy.”
Roe whistled. “That is definitely a better souvenir than you bargained for.”
I glared at my sister. I’d deliberately left Emma behind. It wasn’t like bringing her along had just slipped my mind. She’d completely gone against my wishes, made me look like a fool, and Roe needed to understand that. I wouldn’t be made to look like a fool in front of anyone, especially not my always-mocking sister.