Alien's Bride Book Two

by Yamila Abraham

  “You…you’re so wanton, Maritza.”

  “I’m just trying to figure it out.” I felt myself blush hard. “Human men can’t bend their things like that.”

  He made it undulate like it had before. I grabbed it again to try and hold it still. Elentinus shook my hands off by flopping it around like a fish.

  I gasped and covered my mouth with both my hands to smother a giggle. Still, the thought of him doing that inside me made my hole clench.

  Elentinus gave an evil laugh. He straightened it out again.

  “Get on.”

  The command shot an ecstatic shudder down my spine. I climbed to my feet to attempt to obey. The bisected ball-shaped head of his cock had foreskin that looked like petals. When I crouched over him and held his cock in place the petals pushed together up over the ball and formed a point. I smooshed the tip of this point with my finger before attempting to put it in. It was malleable flesh.

  I swallowed and started to steer his enormous thing into me. I was slick enough, and the point he made helped, but that huge round head wasn’t going to breach my hole without a strong thrust. I closed my eyes and pressed down with steady, unwavering pressure. Elentinus leant up to gently stroke my thighs.

  I felt his legs tense, and then his cock quivered underneath me. My eyes widened. He was straining the muscle, making it tremble between my legs. The vibrations sent tingly shockwaves up through me. I pressed harder and the tickling tremors permeated even deeper inside me.

  When it popped into me I gasped, but the pain didn’t warrant a yelp. I felt stretched wide with an incredible feeling of fullness and there was a throb in my muscular ring.

  “You’re amazing, Maritza.”

  I opened my eyes. Elentinus was shuddering in the deepest throes of ecstasy. His hands continued to stroke my legs weakly and I felt his cock pulsate inside of me.

  I started to lower my straining legs to take him deeper. He filled me so amazingly well. He mashed against a ticklish spot deep inside that put flutters in my belly. I moved up and down slowly, enjoying that rapturous stimulation. My sensitized clitoris was jutting out from my folds of flesh and felt like it was buzzing, I wanted to touch it, and my breasts, but was too embarrassed.

  Elentinus grunted, snapping me out of my pleasure-daze. He gone back into that animalistic mode where he grimaced with his teeth bared. I tried to quicken my pace for him. He squeezed my hips and plunged upwards, making my breasts bounce. His huge thing was grinding over my g-spot with every thrust. I leaned forward and braced myself on his muscular stomach.

  “Keep…keep doing that.”

  Elentinus started making quick hard jabs up inside of me. I squeezed my eyes closed. He battered my g-spot with such ferocity I already felt the prickly heat tickle that came before orgasm.

  “Yes…ngh!”

  “Grah!”

  He kept thrusting up as his cock convulsed inside of me. A hot gush of liquid spilled down my inner thigh. The heat that added to his thrusts made my toes curl. My muscles tensed, and then my insides started to contract against the huge head of his cock.

  “Ah!”

  My legs lost their strength. He got in even deeper while the waves of orgasm made my stomach quiver. I couldn’t moan, only whimper, but his own animalistic sounds drowned me out anyway. He plunged a few times hard, causing my final pleasure spasms. I had to pluck myself off him. I had no strength to maintain a straddle.

  Elentinus rolled over on top of me and reinserted his cock. He gave me urgent kisses while building to his second orgasm. I hugged him around the neck and kissed in return. His thrusts were turning my tingly afterglow into renewed stimulation. I knew it wouldn’t be over for a while.

  I came one more time, weakly, but with desperate contractions of my stomach muscles. I counted two more orgasms from Elentinus. He probably could have gone all night, but I broke my mouth away from his and he kindly pulled out.

  This time he didn’t bother with the sheet change or dressing. We snuggled naked under the covers and went to sleep.

  ***

  “Master, you need to wake up.”

  I jolted awake and made sure the blanket hid my nudity. Whore was standing in front of the bed. He seemed too groggy to be snide.

  Elentinus groaned awake. “What time is it?”

  “You have an hour before the session starts.”

  “I need to shower.”

  He climbed from the bed naked. His whole body had tight sexy muscles, and his ass was just gorgeous…so round and pinchable. I saw his pendulous dark cock swinging between his legs. I kept my eyes on him until he disappeared into the bathroom. The morning treat made me smile.

  When I looked back at Whore I realized he’d been watching me while I had checked out his master. My smile disappeared. He stared at me for a while in silence with no emotion on his face.

  “What?”

  His eyes moved away. “He doesn’t belong to you. You belong to him.”

  I tsked in disgust. “Obviously.”

  “I realize you’ve charmed him, but never forget that I’m here to temper his whims.” He glowered at me. “I won’t stand for your greed or ambition. Push the smallest bit too far and I’ll shock you back to your proper place.”

  I felt my face get red. “I’m not trying to—“

  Whore lifted his hand to silence me. “Save it. I won’t entertain your spoiled tantrums. I expect you to perform your duties with obedience and humility. If you stray from that I’ll punish you. It’s just that simple.”

  I couldn’t look at him anymore. The fact that he was still threatening me built up tears behind my eyes. There was something more going on here. I’d thought he’d had a real reason to be annoyed with me in the beginning, i.e. I wasn’t sexing his master. Now I could see no matter what I did he’d continue to make me feel like dirt. This sort of defensiveness was due to fear. What the Hell did Whore have to fear from me?

  “Once I’m finished setting up Lord Elentinus’ meeting you and I will start work in the conference room. You need to prepare for the day.”

  “I’m not going to get up naked with you here.”

  He gave me the Dak-Hiliah nod and left. I didn’t move for a while. Whore had burrowed into my heart like a maggot. The thought of having to work with him made my tears finally spill.

  I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I was giving him power over me by letting his abuse upset me this much. It’s what he wanted. Don’t give him the satisfaction, Maritza.

  The meditation, along with a soothing shower helped settle my nerves. After breakfast I headed for the conference room.

  Whore’s next act of cruelty slapped me in the face the second the room lit up. My notes, all of my work, had been erased. I closed my eyes and collected myself yet again. Then I summoned Kang.

  “Is there any way to get back what I wrote yesterday?”

  “Yes, mistress. The screen’s memory can be transferred to a tablet.”

  I put my face in my hand. “Yeah. Sure. A tablet.”

  Kang rolled over to the wall and accessed a hidden panel on the wall perpendicular to the screen. My writing reappeared as faint grey scratchings, and then darkened to solid black. I put my hand on my chest to give a sigh of relief.

  “Oh, thank God.”

  “Get rid of that garbage!”

  Whore’s bellow from the doorway made me jolt.

  “We’re not using any of it.”

  I had to sit down. It was too early in the morning for my nerves to be this frayed.

  “What are you talking about?”

  Whore stomped over to me and handed me a tablet. “Read it. Sign it.” He put a stylus in my hand.

  In the time it took for my eyes to adjust to the red screen with purple writing Whore went to the wall and erased it again. I made no attempt to stop him since Kang had shown me how easy it was to get it all back.

  The alien script on the tablet was magically as easy for me to read as English writing, and this was no m
ean feat. Only part of the language was character symbols; most of it was pictograms. Reading it made me realize how different the sentence structure was compared to English. I’d never been more grateful for the language magic than at that moment. This would have taken two lifetimes for me to learn.

  Whore sat down next to me and started rapping his fingers on the table. I wanted to sock the idiot on the nose.

  The writing was a letter to Pakpo. It started out with a horrible introduction of me, where I admitted being childish, demanding, and presumptuous. I warned that an inflated sense of entitlement was a failing of my species that would likely prevent humans from assimilating Dak-Hiliah culture for several generations. This insight into Whore’s opinion of me made my face hot. The only reason I forced myself to keep reading was because I didn’t want to relinquish the tablet.

  I’m actually glad I soldiered on. The letter talked about the situation the lesser races of the Dak-Hiliah had endured in their own quests for equality. Whore described how the Etiken (Whore’s race) had to make a severe personal sacrifice in order to attain a position of status within their society. Apparently they were restricted to “disgraceful” jobs like sewage handling and corpse management unless they’d paid a penance to their superiors. Whore suggested that the kidnapped brides should stay under Shindray’s rules so they’d suffer at least as much as the Etiken had. The only change he thought appropriate was to allow human women to share beds with their husbands. The reason he allowed this was in his next digression where he talked about how important sex is for Dak-Hiliah men. (Really?)

  I set the tablet down on the table. “I’m not signing this.”

  Whore opened the satchel with the control unit for the collar. My heart started to thunder in my chest, but I held my ground. He took out the unit and moved his thumb over what I assumed was the zap button.

  “Husband…” I looked Whore dead in the eyes. “Hor-Denay impersonated me by writing a terrible letter to Pakpo with my name on it, and then shocked me with the torture collar when I refused to sign it.”

  “You said you wouldn’t make him pick sides between us!”

  “I’m not going to let you get away with torturing me! Kang’s a witness.”

  He looked incredulous. “Who’s Kang?”

  I pointed to my pet Domestic.

  He made a disgusted grimace. “You need to wise up, Maritza. This isn’t the absurd leisure world you used to live in where you could do as you pleased. You’re in my reality now. No one’s going to cater to your whims.”

  As he said it he put the control unit back in its satchel. I held back my victory cheer.

  “You’re not going to get what you want either.”

  He made a snide smile. “You don’t think so?”

  “No. Lord Elentinus is going to read the letter before it goes to Pakpo. He told you to help me with formatting. You think he’s not going to be able to tell if you wrote the whole thing?”

  Whore grumbled and turned away. He had that rude hand up to silence me, but I kept going. I felt emboldened since I’d called his bluff on the shock collar.

  “You’re going to have an influence on what I write—I accept that, but if you just write the whole thing in your normal obnoxious tone he’s going to know it. It has to at least look like something I might have written.”

  Whore crumpled the top half of his body over the table. His groan was so loud it echoed against the walls.

  “This is going to take forever! You don’t deserve to take up my time like this. I’m not some bored housewife looking for busy work. I have a million things to do.”

  “So go do them. I see the formatting I need here in your letter. I’ll write my own version on the wall, and I’ll get you when I’m done. We’ll go over it together and compromise on changes.”

  He lifted his head to sneer at me. “I’m not going to compromise with you.”

  “Then you’re the childish one. Not me.”

  This made him laugh cruelly. “You actually think I’m beholden to you. My dear, you are not my equal. You. Are. A slave.”

  Excuse me? He was grasping at straws to find ways to knock me down. I felt like this was one argument I could easily win. The more I argued, though, the more he gained the upper hand. He was like an internet troll, thriving on conflict. I could never win an argument with him. I’d just be diverted from my goal of writing the letter, which, of course, was his whole point.

  “I will drag my poor husband into our drama if you don’t compromise.” I hated the idea, but his bullshit needed a cork shoved in it right from the start. This was too important.

  His eyes narrowed. “You really want me for an enemy, Maritza?”

  “You already are my enemy!”

  “No. I am the loyal servant of my master. I see what love and the satisfaction of sex may cause him to overlook. I act in his interests only.”

  I couldn’t resist this time. I grabbed the tablet and scrolled to a particular section of his letter. “How is asking human women to pay a penance the way your race did serving Elentinus? This whole letter just focuses on your personal issues. None of that should apply to us. We aren’t a subservient race trying to climb up out of the ghetto. We’re the only hope the Dak-Hiliah have to avoid extinction. It’s in your best interest to keep us from being—”

  Whore slapped me.

  I sat in stunned silence with my face turned the way his hand had pushed it. My cheek felt like it was on fire.

  My heart thumped so loud I couldn’t hear anything else. I was still too stunned to move. My eyeballs went back to Whore though. He was facing forward gripping the conference table with both hands.

  “M…Maritza.”

  I slowly turned my head toward him. I heard him swallow.

  “I…apologize.”

  The shock went away and after it came fear. It was a powerful slap. I was reminded how vulnerable I was against a big strong Dak-Hiliah man. I started to feel like I had ice in the pit of my stomach.

  Once I could move again I slid to a chair further away from him. My legs trembled as I forced myself to climb over. It felt like a rabid dog was next to me. The side of my body closest to him got hot. I needed to get out of his reach.

  Whore put his face in his hand. The fact that he seemed to regret what he’d done gave me a twinge of hope.

  “First you…you disregarded Lord Elentinus’ title…then you spoke of my people and what we endured in such a flippant manner. I lost control. It was wrong for me to strike you. I…I won’t hit you again. Understood?”

  I forced a weak nod. My throat felt too tight to speak through.

  “I’ll compromise with you on the letter.”

  A trickle of blood ran down my chin. I touched my lip and then looked at the blood on my fingers.

  Whore grounded his teeth and swore loudly. He got up. “We need to erase your injuries in the infirmary. Come with me.”

  I stayed seated. “I want Lord Elentinus to—“

  “You witch! After I agreed to compromise with you?”

  I curled into myself. “I…won’t…put up with you hitting me.”

  “I said it wouldn’t happen again! It was a trifle, anyway. Most brides get beaten far worse for lessor infractions.”

  And then, like a truly pathetic weak woman, I started to cry. Of course I wanted to be strong. Of course I wanted to tell Whore off and just race off to show Elentinus right then and there. But what’s the truth? I was scared and dejected. The one line the asshole hadn’t crossed had just been broken to bits. If he did it once he could do it again. I would never be able to stand up to him without that fear. Violence makes a man the winner in every argument with a woman.

  I sobbed. Fuck my life.

  Whore sat back down and rested his face in his hands. “By the gods…” He started rubbing his fingers through his hair. “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

  I sniffled and looked at him. The idiot was panicking. Good.

  He leaned back and took a breath deep en
ough to make his chest puff up. Then he blew it out across the table. “I’ll let you write what you want to write, within reason, if you’ll just go to the damn infirmary with me!”

  I wiped my lip and my nose on the side of my hand. I knew I had to take the offer. Even if I was entitled to selfishly seek protection, I had to help those other women out there who were ‘beaten far worse for lessor infractions.’

  “Okay,” I said with a voice choked by emotion, “I’ll go.”

  He wouldn’t look into my eyes. “You won’t tell Lord Elentinus I slapped you?”

  What are you worried about? I’m just a slave, remember?

  “If you let me write a decent letter, then I won’t tell him. It…it would just stress him out even more right now.” I paused for another sniffle. “But if you ever, ever touch me again—I’m going to him with the marks. And I’ll tell him about this time, too! I swear I will, Hor-Denay. This is your one and only chance.” I broke into tears again but kept going through my sobs. “You don’t deserve it.”

  He gave a sheepish Dak-Hiliah nod without turning toward me.

  “Master,” Kang said in the Dak-Hiliah language, “May I take Mistress Maritza to the infirmary and see to her injury for you?”

  I blinked at him through my tears.

  Whore stood. “See to it at once.” He strode for the door. “I’ll look at what you wrote at the end of the day.” He left.

  I clutched Kang’s metal arm thing. “Thank you.”

  “Of course, mistress.”

  We walked together. My legs were shaking so I hung on to him. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you, you know, back then.”

  “There’s no need to apologize, mistress.”

  I hugged my body against him.

  ***

  Once I’d been healed I had Kang get me something cold to drink to sooth my raw throat. (It tasted like peanut butter milk).

  I read the tablet with Whore’s letter a second time to figure out the formatting. The salutation was impossible to translate into English. It was something like, ‘There is no suitable salutation that would be honorable enough for you, so may I die for even trying,’ but all abbreviated into two symbols. It seemed archaic the way the word ‘dear’ was in letters in English. I mean, we don’t actually consider every person we write letter to ‘dear’ to us. It’s just the customary way to start a letter.