Claimed by the Conqueror

by Alyx X

  I struggled to not let my mind drift back to the naked woman in the depths of my ship. Struggled not to think of the way she’d so eagerly taken my cock. Taken her punishment. Hopefully the human had learned her lesson now.

  I glanced back at Roe, and she burst into laughter at my dark expression. “Well, you can’t say you didn’t get your wish.”

  I curled my fingers into a fist. “This wasn’t my wish, Roe.”

  She laughed again. “Could have fooled me. You’re the one who told her you’d bring her along.”

  Restlessness prickled under my skin, and suddenly my entire ship wasn’t big enough to walk it off. I threw myself into her armchair again. “We’re about to rip their core out. It will tank the entire planet.” I shrugged, aiming for casual. “I just wanted to taste human pussy before we destroyed all of them.”

  “Great.” Roe smoothed her bed one last time, which made exactly no sense if she planned to pick up with Gan again later. “And…” She met my gaze, intensity burning in her narrowed eyes. “Did you?”

  “What?”

  “Okay. I’ll speak really slowly so you get it.” She widened her eyes and exaggerated all of her words. “Did you taste human pussy?”

  I groaned. Fuck, no. No, I hadn’t. Instead, I’d made sure Emma tasted Euquanian cock.

  “I take it that’s a no?” Roe prompted. I groaned again. Fucking sisters. Roe just wouldn’t let up.

  “It’s a not yet,” I growled.

  She laughed again and pulled some pants off the back of the chair I was sitting on. Then she began to fold them. Her need for tidiness had always gotten on my nerves, and I twitched as she folded. “I see.”

  “No. You don’t. You don’t see at all.”

  She paused her movements, the pants in a flat square resting on her palm. “What don’t I see?”

  I blew out a sigh and leaned forward, my elbows on my knees. “I didn’t want to bring her along because…” I paused. Oh so many reasons. Reasons I didn’t want to keep going into again and again. “But now she’s here…” I hesitated again. Now she was here, what? I couldn’t set my laser over her house? I couldn’t destroy her planet from the ship she was on? That was utter nonsense.

  Roe’s ass nudged against me as she perched on the arm of the chair and I yanked my arm away gruffly. She patted my head. “Well, I see it now. All those words you can’t say? You’re just afraid someone else is going to find out your big secret.”

  I lifted my head. “What secret?”

  “How soft-hearted you really are. Still really are,” she clarified.

  I shoved her away and stood up. “I’m not soft hearted, I destroy worlds and conquer whole species. I take what I want, and I don’t care who knows it.”

  She nodded and tapped her fingers on the top of her dresser. “Yeah, yeah. The spiel is getting old, Qui. Let’s face it, you’ve changed your mind about taking over a planet before—and then you destroyed pretty fucking ruthlessly to cover that up. You get hung up on morality, then end up brutalizing elsewhere to get over what you perceive as weakness.”

  I stood up and stalked across the space in quick strides. I needed to come up with a better way to talk to Roe. Anything other than standing in the same room as her while she threw my shortcomings in my face.

  “Actually.” Her head snapped in my direction and her eyes blazed. Apparently, she wasn’t finished shitting all over me. “You need to toughen up, mister big conqueror man. You can be strong and keep this girl as you so clearly want to. If you can’t work out how to do that, then maybe you’re as weak as that farmer down there made you look.”

  I stood up, breathing heavily to try to control my temper, but heat flooded through me, and my skin became almost incandescent with my rage. They could probably see my spaceship lighting up all the way from that ridiculous farm down there on Earth.

  “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” I didn’t just shout. I bellowed suddenly, like I was attempting to blow her away with the volume of her voice. I wasn’t well-known for keeping my temper under control, and apparently I wasn’t about to change that.

  She didn’t even flinch at my reaction. Instead she shook her head and pressed the back of her hand to my forehead. “Looks like you got it bad this time, Qui. How are we going to put this fire out?” Her eyes widened in mock realization. “Oh, I know. How about you just go and get the girl? Have her anywhere you want her. Then destroy her planet. Or not.” She shrugged like it really didn’t matter.

  “You don’t get to talk to me like this, Roe.”

  For a moment, her knowing smirk slipped. “No?” she questioned. “And if not me, then who? No one else aboard this damn ship dares to tell you anything.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, they’re too afraid. I’m the conqueror. They should be afraid.”

  She flipped her hair, the gesture carefree and disinterested. “Yeah? Well, shared blood means I’m not afraid. We’ve been through too much together, and I’ve watched you go through too much on your own to be afraid of you now. I’ve always had your back; you’ve always had mine. It’s the way we are and the way we always will be.”

  I couldn’t disagree with her. Roe had stood by my side at every battle, through every triumph and through every mistake. Even when she’d disagreed with me, and she’d done that more than once—loudly, in private—she’d stood at my side.

  She chuckled suddenly, and I looked up. “What?” Irritation flared through me again. I didn’t mind her standing by my side as long as she wasn’t actively laughing at me.

  “I was just thinking.”

  “Sounds dangerous,” I grumbled, but I didn’t say anything else. There was no point in telling her I didn’t want to hear it because I knew my sister well enough to understand she intended to tell me whether I wanted to hear her thoughts or not.

  “There’s an irony in this situation, isn’t there?” She slid me a calculating glance and I shook my head.

  “I’m not sure what you mean.” My temper had fled quickly, leaving me deflated.

  “Sure you do. You’re a conqueror, yet you can’t conquer this one—in your words, ‘puny’—human. You’d rather run away from her instead. Did you leave her in your room, and run all the way here to me?”

  Shit. She was right. My own fucking ridiculousness was killing me. I couldn’t even impose my will on Emma, never mind conquer her. I had one saving grace: I could still disagree with Roe. “No, Emma’s not in my room,” I said. Everything in my tone congratulating myself that Roe had actually gotten something wrong in her weird psychoanalysis of me. “She’s in hold four.”

  Roe gasped. “Then you really haven’t conquered her. You’ve literally put your problem on hold.”

  “Shut up.” But my growl held no bite. “I don’t care that you see irony here. I only see a problem I want taken care of.”

  “Hmm.” She paused and appeared to think. Her face took on the conniving expression it always had before we entered a bloody battle. Her eyebrows drew down in the middle, and her mouth stretched way up at the corners, giving her a look of part amusement, part malice. Even I held in a shiver at the cunning on her face.

  “Taken care of, you say?”

  I nodded.

  “It’s been a long time since you asked me to take care of something for you. “

  I nodded again. Roe was almost as ruthless as I was, but not as ruthless. I generally got things done quicker and with less sentimentality.

  My thoughts strayed to Emma, to her scent, to the softness of her skin, to the feel of her pussy as it clenched my cock. Roe needed to take point on this because there was no way I could be objective about Emma—although it pained me to admit it. So I never would.

  “So you’ll do it?” I kept my voice even. That of the man in charge.

  She nodded this time, slow and easy. I took another look at Roe’s face and finally joined her in her smile. Maybe mine looked as evil as hers. It certainly felt like it could have been, and for the first time since
I discovered Emma on Earth—the planet that held nothing for my interest but an iron core—hope lifted inside me. And relief.

  Roe had agreed to remove Emma from my list of problems, and that was a fucking good reason to be happy. I just had to keep telling myself that.

  “What are you going to do?” I kept the hesitation from my voice as I asked a question I didn’t even want the answer to. It didn’t matter what she did. I didn’t care. She was going to kill Emma, get rid of my puny little problem, and that was all that mattered.

  She shrugged like Emma was the farthest thing from her mind, but I knew better. “I’ll take care of it,” she said.

  “You’d better.” I drew strength from the knowledge Emma was as good as gone. Roe was right, she made me weak. I didn’t look at my sister again. Some part of me knew that if I did I might change my mind and call her off. And I never fucking changed my mind.

  I left and slid the door shut behind me. Fucking thing didn’t slam—none of them did in this place, which begged the question: if a door doesn’t slam in space, has the conqueror left the room with appropriate authority? Shit. But Roe knew how I felt. I made sure of it from the definitive way I clicked the latch closed

  I started walking down the corridor and didn’t even stop and think about what I was doing until I found myself jogging down a narrow stairwell, an orange light flashing on the wall like some kind of warning signal.

  I stopped and glanced about. I hadn’t meant to come this way. Emma’s cargo hold was literally strides in front of me, and it would have been so easy to keep going, to let myself into her room, to push my hot cock into that beautiful, cold pussy. I stiffened just thinking about it and all but had my dick in my hand before I came to my senses.

  Roe was taking care of her for me. I didn’t need to be here. I shouldn’t be here. Emma was bad for me, and she was bad for my decision making. I squeezed my hands into fists, channeling my energy into them as I stalked away, each step a purposeful choice away from the human.

  My unwanted souvenir would soon be gone, and I could finally move on to doing what I’d come here for: conquering.

  10

  Emma

  My chains grated together, metal scraping against metal as I hung from them and rocked back and forth on my heels. I shifted positions again, wincing as one of metal cuffs rubbed over my wrist, and I winced. How had I gotten here?

  My legs ached, and I straightened one out, trying to loosen the stiffness in my knee. A cool draft fluttered across my skin, and I shivered. I wasn’t usually one for hardships, but this didn’t feel so hard. The magic of Qui’s cock seemed to override everything. I didn’t care that I was achy, naked, and cold. The discomfort didn’t mean anything to me. Not when I was practically addicted to big, red, alien cock. Cock that vibrated. My pussy pulsed just thinking about it, and emptiness echoed through me.

  I wanted Qui inside me again.

  At home on the farm, I used sex regularly. I fucked farmhands for favors, I fucked aliens for adventure and curiosity. I got what I wanted, and I got off. Mostly. Some farmhands were better than others, but all were quick learners when they wanted something.

  None of them had made me feel the way Qui did. Pleasure rippled through me at the memory of the huge alien and all his power, focused as he brought us both pleasure. It made me want to please him rather than use him, and that was new for me.

  There was a lot new about the Euquanians. I’d had big dudes before. I’d had rough guys and gentle guys, huge cocks and cocks I had to clench to feel… But nothing had ever vibrated inside me. Not something hot and alive, anyway. I grew wet just thinking about him.

  My body remembered how his fingers felt, how his cock stretched me and moved inside me, and it remembered the best orgasm I’d had in my life. I wanted more, and the neediness of addiction flowed through me. My clit throbbed, and I rubbed my thighs together. I shifted my hands again, but I couldn’t bring them close enough to bring myself relief.

  Everything had flipped. Qui didn’t need me for sex, and fucking him didn’t help me get what I wanted. Instead, fucking him was what I wanted. He’d ruined normal men for me with his Euquanian magic. Maybe other aliens were a bust now, too. If I died in this little hole of a room, I’d never know.

  I shrugged. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want other men. I only wanted Qui. Something about him drew me in, like I wanted to probe beneath that self-declared conqueror facade and search for more of those brief tender moments I’d seen. Perhaps those were just for me. I hoped so, because I hadn’t seen anything like them for anyone else. Moments when he thought I wasn’t looking, or when he’d tucked my hair behind my ear. Even moments when he seemed like the angriest thing on two legs...because that meant I affected his self-control, right? He was a challenge, and I never backed down from one of those. I also liked his unapologetic commanding manner. Although, not as much when that manner had chained me to a wall and left me here—but that brought me right back around to the fact that he was a challenge.

  I focused on his final words. He’d told me he’d be back. I gripped onto that thought, but it wasn’t enough. The memories of his fingers inside me—of his cock inside me—flooded me, and my skin heated, driving away my earlier chill. Knowing he’d be back wouldn’t ease this ache, not when I wanted his touch. Shit, any touch would do.

  I fought against my restraints again, but it was no use. He hadn’t bound me tightly, but he’d bound me well, and I couldn’t move into a position where I’d be able to satisfy myself. I squeezed my thighs together instead, and my pussy fluttered in response, so I did it again, rhythmically tensing and relaxing as I closed my eyes and dropped my head back, throwing myself into a fantasy where Qui was the one driving me wild. Perhaps he was touching me, using his magical alien talents, but maybe he was simply watching… I groaned as I imagined his steady gaze on me while I pleasured myself, and my nipples hardened.

  As I continued to see Qui in my mind, his stiff cock jutting toward me, and the promise in his eyes, my breathing hitched, and I began to pant, forcing each breath out and sucking in another one, quick and sharp. I’d never been so close to orgasm on thought alone before, but my clit throbbed with need, and pleasure spiked through me, warring with the frustration of being alone.

  The door suddenly slid open with force, rebounding inside the metal wall, and I jumped, my impending orgasm halted. Empty disappointment replaced my tightening muscles and excitement, and my harsh breathing became more labored as I struggled for recovery and awareness.

  I squinted at the door, but the figure silhouetted in dim orange light wasn’t Qui.

  “Well, well. Look what the cows dragged in.” It was Roe, the female. She didn’t move from her spot taking up most of the space in the doorway and, not for the first time, I felt tiny among this race. “You look a little overheated, Emma.”

  I couldn’t make myself look any bigger or more threatening, but I didn’t want to shrink away, either. I shifted to a better position to watch her from, ignoring her comment. I had no idea if this female wanted me dead, but why else would she be here?

  “I didn’t know human females had balls,” she murmured. “But yours must be huge to sneak aboard my brother’s ship like that.” She walked farther into the room and looked me over. “From the looks of you, Qui has also been searching for your balls. Did he find them? You’re certainly having quite the effect on each other, from what I can see.” She laughed, but I stayed quiet still.

  Was she here to kill me? Save me? Simply to laugh? I pressed my thighs together again, but this time my movement was defensive and protective rather than sexual. I instinctively wanted to hide the parts I’d given Qui free access to.

  Then her words hit me. Her brother’s ship. Relief I hadn’t expected to feel flooded me. I didn’t care if my sexual conquests were attached, unattached, under duress, or a promise. I really didn’t care, but finding out that Qui was travelling with just his sister… well, that… It felt pretty good.

 
“You’re his sister?” I blurted out the words even though I’d heard her very clearly, and she laughed harder.

  She nodded. “But then you seriously don’t think anyone could be attracted to that meathead upstairs, do you?” Her eyes became narrow and calculating, daring me to reply, but she lost none of her amusement. I attempted to look demure and innocent. Well, as demure and innocent as I could while naked and yanking my insides back from the verge of the orgasm I’d nearly had from the simple act of thinking about her brother and the wonderful things he could do. I needed this alien’s help, and now that she’d told me she wasn’t his girlfriend or wife or mistress, that made us allies.

  “So… you know him better than anyone?” I watched for her response to my question, but her smile gave nothing away. “What are my chances he might move me somewhere more comfortable?”

  She chuckled. “Oh, puny human… I almost don’t know whether to laugh at you or feel sorry for you.” Then she shook her head. “I’ve never seen anything like this, though,” she muttered.

  I glanced up. What was she talking about? The knots? My body?

  “Do you know why he left me behind?” It wouldn’t hurt to ask another question. She hadn’t answered the previous one, but I had nothing to lose.

  She watched me silently for a moment. “He’s a proud man,” she said finally. “When he’s been insulted, he doesn’t take it lightly.”

  I nodded and I opened my mouth to speak, but Roe carried on talking. “I’m a little surprised you’re so…” She paused. “Remarkably unharmed. You actually look whole.”

  I couldn’t help my sudden laugh. “Of course I’m whole,” I said.

  She nodded, but continued to run her gaze over me like she was looking for evidence of harm. “Why did you come?” Her question was abrupt.

  I was tied up in a cargo hold. I had nothing to lose. “I wanted to see all the things I thought I might never see. Distant galaxies. Alien civilizations. The stars.” I gave her the basics. I didn’t go into her brother’s addictive cock and magic fingers, because even I wasn’t sure how big a part my desire to explore had really played in climbing over cows to get to Qui’s bed.