by Ruby Dixon
The green alien slumps to the ground, and still Jutari doesn’t get off of him. He hovers over him, his fist slamming into the other man’s face yet again. Blood flies, spattering the dark blue skin, but still Jutari doesn’t stop.
I’m so transfixed with the fight that I don’t notice another alien is creeping up next to me. A tentacle brushes over my bare shoulder and then slides down over my breast. I scream in horror, batting it away even as the man pushes me over, trying to knock me onto my hands and knees. He’s attacking me while Jutari is distracted.
A snarl of rage echoes in the cell, and the alien is knocked aside. I watch as Jutari grabs him by the tentacle—attached to his face—and flings him across the room. The tentacle snaps in a shower of goo, and the creature collapses, holding his face.
Jutari barely looks winded. He’s splattered with blood, but none of it seems to be his. He wipes a hand across his cheek, gazes coolly at the smears, and then turns to look at the others in the cell. He’s completely naked, his tail flicking back and forth across a tight blue butt with clear agitation. “Anyone else want to fight?” Silence. “Anyone else think I should keffing share?”
It’s utterly quiet. No one makes eye contact with him—or me.
Jutari grunts, pleased. He turns back toward me, and I get a full-frontal view of the man’s equipment. His big blue chest is heavily plated, I see, something I hadn’t noticed when he was, ahem, on top of me. His arms look like they’re covered in thick natural body plates as well, and I see more of them on his thighs and brow. I thought they were just ridges, but judging from the crack that the green alien’s hand made, I guess they’re natural body armor of some kind. He’s in fantastic shape, too—not an ounce of fat on him, and his thighs are enormous and strong. His stomach is a rippling six-pack, and his obliques are so defined that you could see them in the dark. Most startling is his male equipment, though.
Maybe it’s the wide-eyed human in me, but I didn’t expect alien dick to look so…different. Jutari’s a big guy—at least seven feet tall, not including the horns—and his enormous dick reflects that. He’s not cut, but that’s not the thing that keeps me staring. Nor is it the sheer size and girth of him.
He’s got ridges all down his hard, erect length, just like the rippling plates on his brow, his arms, and his chest. Something tells me the ones on his junk feel rather different than the ones on his arms, and I shiver at the sight of them.
That’s not the weirdest thing, though. He’s got a hard, knobby protrusion about the size of a thumb just above his cock, and that’s something I’ve never seen before in my life. I have no idea what it would be used for, and I can’t stop staring.
Jutari pretends not to notice my gawking. He moves back to my side, puts a gentle hand on my shoulder, and pushes me back down to the floor. “Spread your legs,” he commands me.
I suck in a breath, clutching the uniform to my body as I lie back. Jutari “mounts” me again—and I notice his skin is soft like velvet—and begins to simulate sex once more, grabbing my leg and hitching it up against his hip.
This time, when he’s “done,” no one comes over to ask for a turn.
JUTARI
Over the course of the night, I mount the female human a good seven or eight times to let the others know that she’s mine and I don’t intend on tiring of her. No one else challenges my claim, not after the beating I gave Zzixl and Tkarl. Good. Noku doesn’t return either. If he watches any of the security feeds from the cell, he’d see me claiming the human over and over again, which is just what I want him to see.
There’s no privacy to take the woman aside and comfort her, so I hope she understands that this display of force is necessary to ensure her safety.
She’s a brave little thing, though, and I feel a swell of pride as I watch her small, bruised face as she sleeps. She hasn’t protested my “claiming” of her and has even made feeble struggles to make the deception look real. She’s smart enough to know that I’m keeping her safe this way, and if my cock’s hard as I rub it against her cunt, I’m not going to abuse my position.
No matter how much I want to sink into her, I won’t. But I can’t help if my shaft responds to her warmth, and the pre-cum that slicks the head of my cock just adds to the deception.
It’s early in the morning, and I know she must be exhausted and hurting. She dozes fitfully, her body tucked against the wall with my bigger form on the outside, protecting her from the others. I don’t sleep. I’m expecting someone to try something again, for a shiv to end up between my ribs the moment I close my eyes. A female, especially one as attractive as this one, is worth dying for.
I won’t sleep as long as I know she’s not safe. My own safety is only worthwhile as long as I can protect her.
Even though I’ve always had a plan to escape, ever since I arrived here, I wasn’t sure I cared enough to try. It always seemed wiser to bide my time and look for better opportunities.
With Kloo-ee here, though, I have something worth fighting for. Worth protecting.
Worth escaping for.
Because I can survive here, but she can’t. It doesn’t matter how “gently” I treat her, something’s going to give at some point. I’m going to have to sleep. A bigger, badder bastard than me might be transferred to my cell.
Noku might decide he wants her back.
I need to get her out of here, and the sooner the better.
I rub my tongue over the small disk implanted on the inside of my cheek. It’s made of illegal, non-detectable material that scanners can’t trace. It’s my “emergency” out and is something I had worked up when I started my mercenary stint. I knew at some point, shit would catch up to me. Shit always does. So I created a bug-out kit of data—a tracker with information for a new identity, a boat-load of credits to start my new life, and a ready-made message to go out to my brother (and fellow pirate) Kivian the moment I’m free. He’s family. He’ll come for me. I’ve bailed his ass out of shady situations before, and he can repay the favor by picking me up from the surface of this shitball of a planet the moment I break free from the prison confines.
Well, picking me and my girl up, I amend, and stroke a hand down the female’s arm, feeling a surge of possessive lust. She may not know it yet, but I plan on keeping her even after we’re gone from this place.
Her eyes open, and I’m struck by how unusual and lovely they are. She blinks in surprise, and then her body stiffens as she realizes where she’s at.
I put a finger to my lips, indicating quiet, and then stroke her arm again. I can feel the prickle of eyes watching us, so I casually cup her breast and rub my thumb over the soft nipple. She’s built differently than messakah females, and I love how soft she is. She tries to push my hand away, but I flick her hand aside and return to toying with her breast. Even though the situation is a frightening one for her, she responds to my touch, her little nipple stiffening as I rub it. Her breathing grows sharp, shallow, and the look in her eyes worried.
She knows she’s responding, and she’s not sure she likes it.
I need to stake my claim on her fully, though, and if it means touching her all over, it’s a task I’ll gladly endure. “Do your bruises hurt?” Her face is swollen and discolored, along with her shoulders and stomach. The sight of her injuries makes my anger rise. I’m going to kill Noku, I decide. Painfully.
“Of course they hurt,” she whispers angrily. “They’re bruises.” She peeks over my shoulder and then looks back at me. “Can you take your hand off my boob?”
“Not if you want to stay safe.”
“I don’t like it,” she says, dropping her voice lower so no one can hear her but me.
“I think the problem is that you do like it, and you don’t want to,” I murmur. “But you’re going to have to belong to me in all ways, my pet, if I’m to keep you safe.”
She makes a face, and I bite back the urge to laugh. When I continue to play with her sweet little nipple, she makes a frustrated sound in her th
My cock aches at the sight. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to mount you again, Kloo-ee.”
The look on her face is surprised. “You know my name?”
“I have paid a great deal of favors to find out more about you.” I stroke the smooth curve of her breast, fascinated by her softness. I drag a finger between her breasts, and she’s soft here, too, her body naturally unarmored. It makes her even more vulnerable.
“Me? Why?”
“Because I knew when I saw you, that you would be mine. Messakah can be very possessive, and there was something about you that called to me. We are an advanced race, but sometimes we still have primitive instincts.” And I will happily give in to mine to possess her and her sweetness. Every moment that I am with her just emphasizes how right this is. It does not matter that we are in a prison or that most people never leave this place alive.
She’s mine, and I’ll die to keep her safe.
Kloo-ee swallows hard at my words and squirms again when I go back to playing with her nipples. “So you’re just being nice to me because you want to get in my pants?”
I want to snort at that, but do not want to give away our conversation to the others. It’s late, and the cell is quiet, the only sound being Ast’s noisy snoring. “If I wanted to get ‘in your pants,’ Kloo-ee,” I say, and tweak her nipple, “then I would have already been deep inside your cunt many times over. I do not want just your body, but your spirit. You’re going to be mine.”
“Your what?”
“My everything. Mate, wife, whatever your people call it.”
Her eyes widen. “Jeez, you move fast.”
Fast or not, she is mine. I stroke a hand down her belly.
“Chloe,” she whispers. “Irita says my name wrong. It’s Chloe.”
Chloe. It’s a gentler sound than what I’d thought. It suits her. “Greetings, Chloe.”
She stifles a small chuckle and slides a little closer to me. “Is it weird that I’m not losing my shit down here? I think I’m getting numb to all the terrible crap that’s been happening to me. Because if I was in my right mind, I’d be catatonic with fear about now.”
“What are the bad things that happened to you? How did you get so far away from your homeworld?” I ask, wanting to know more about her. I want to know everything. She fascinates me, from the dark sweep of her lashes to the rosy nipples that grow tight as I touch her. I stroke them again, and her breath catches.
“It’s a long story.”
“Do I look as if I’m going anywhere?”
“I guess not.” She gives me a little smile, and I am enchanted at the sight of her. As I pet her soft, soft skin, she tells me her story—of the slavers who took her from her home and sold her as a plaything to Tritarian diplomats. Of killing one of them and the others dying in unison. It’s something I’ve heard before. That’s why Tritarians make terrible mercenaries and wonderful assassination assignments. Three times the targets. She tells me of being shuffled to the prison, and Noku’s unnatural interest in her. As she speaks of him, she creeps closer to me, and I feel a protective surge ripple through me.
No one is ever going to hurt her again. Not if I can help it.
“You’re with me now, Chloe,” I reassure her. “You’re safe.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever feel safe again,” she whispers. “What about you? What’s your story?”
I debate what to tell her. The truth about me might frighten her. I’m not a male with no blood on my hands. I’ve lived a hard life and made difficult choices. I don’t want to scare her—or worse, make her hate me—but I have to be honest with Chloe. She needs to be able to trust me fully if we’re to escape this place together. “You won’t like it.”
“I don’t like any of this,” she admits. “What’s one more thing?”
“Well,” I say slowly, taking my time to think of the proper words in her strange language. “I was a soldier for a very long time, until the war ended and I was discharged. There were no jobs, so I became a mercenary for a variety of space stations. Those jobs became…darker,the assignments became deadlier. It wasn’t long before I killed for money.”
She stiffens against me. “You’re an assassin?”
“I was for a time, yes. It was not work that agreed with me. I did not like to kill simply because a fat rich man on one planet decided he did not like a fat rich man on another planet. There is no honor in that. I turned down my employer when he offered me another contract, and so he had me hunted.” I shrug. “I killed them all and took their ship and sold it for scrap.”
Her eyes go wide. “If you’re so deadly, how did you end up here?”
A rueful smile curves my mouth. “How does anyone end up here? I got caught.” I gloss over the fact that I was already dead inside, full of despair after my father’s death. That a life of piracy meant nothing when the greatest pirate I’d ever met—a man larger than life—was now gone. That I’d fallen into the depths of depression and grief and that nothing mattered. “I…was shuttling cargo on my new ship and ran into an asteroid field. Hull took some damage, so I had to stop at the closest space station. Turns out that the man there working the docks was someone that served with me in the war. Saw that my ID was fake and things got unlucky from there.” I crook a grin at her to hide my feelings, because looking back on it, I was a fool. “Deadliest man in three galaxies taken down by a shipping jockey.”
Chloe doesn’t laugh. She looks worried.
I stroke her belly, smoothing my hand over her silky skin. “You do not have to fear anything from me. My reputation will keep you safer than most.”
“And when it doesn’t?” she asks.
I slide a hand between her thighs, cupping the little patch of fur there. It’s fascinating to me, because it’s something that the females of my race lack. “When my reputation doesn’t protect you, I will be there to ensure that you’re safe. I mean it when I say you are mine for now and for good, Chloe.” I stroke a finger through her folds, and she gasps at the touch.
I just smile, pleased, because she’s wet under my touch. She can say she fears me all she likes or that she doesn’t like that I’m a mercenary. Her body likes my caresses.
I can woo her mind. It’ll just take a bit longer.
5
CHLOE
It’s really hard to stay unaffected when a big, handsome musclebound guy is grinding over you, grunting as if he’s busting a nut. Even though he’s not really inside me, his cock’s rubbing up and down against me, and I can feel its hard length trapped between our bodies. Jutari plays with my breasts endlessly when he’s not “mounting” me, and I tell myself that any girl in this situation would get a little hot and bothered.
It’s easy to pretend that the others aren’t there after a while. No one approaches except one alien with flat gray skin and not a bit of body hair. He brings Jutari his food rations and chats with the guards, but other than that, we’ve staked out a corner in the cell and no one bothers us. Not after the brutal beatings of the other two.
In a way, I’m glad. I’m glad that Jutari’s strong enough to show everyone who’s boss around here and that they’re listening. As long as he’s shielding me, I’m safe.
I just worry that I might be making a mistake trusting Jutari. He’s kind to me, and attentive, but I can tell by the gleam in his eyes when he touches me that he likes doing so. And he said he wanted to keep me forever. I kind of have to pay attention to that. What if we get out of here—ha—and he won’t let me go? What do I do then?
Of course, that’s the cart before the horse entirely, because from what I’ve been told, no one leaves Haven. Ever.
I try not to think about that.
I sleep a lot instead. There’s not much else to do at times, because Jutari doesn’t like to speak when the others are watching. He “grabs” me and “uses” me a few times a day, and even the guards have commented on how often he likes to get his freak on. Jutari takes it all with a silent nod, as if yeah, this is why he needs a woman all to himself. It seems to be working.
But I still worry. I worry every time he has to stand by my side while I head to the corner designated as a toilet. I worry every time he hands me a ration bar, and I worry every time I go to sleep. How can I not? I worry the most when one of the guards pauses by our cell to chat with the gray alien or one of the others. At what point is Noku going to come and retrieve me? What if they decide that Jutari is playing too rough with the others in the cell and they decide to move him to a cell by himself? That’s what’d happen at a human prison.
But that doesn’t seem to be happening here, because two days pass and I’m still at Jutari’s side, with no sign of Noku. That worries me. It doesn’t seem like Noku to just toss me aside and then never show up again. He strikes me as more vengeful than that.
I tell Jutari about these concerns, because I feel like we need a plan of some kind. Me being “his” property is a short-term fix, but I doubt they’re going to let me stay here long-term. I have a few more days, max, I suspect. If nothing else, Noku’s going to retrieve me the next time he goes into snake-stink mode or whatever their mating cycle is.
“They won’t take you from me,” he says, self-assured.
“How do you know?” That’s far too simple an answer for my liking.
Jutari swings his big head around, scanning the prison cell before answering. I watch the others, too. No one’s looking in our direction, but there’s a tension to some of the men that makes me uneasy. It’s like they’re waiting for Jutari to ease up on his vigilance, and the moment he does, they’ll pounce.
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