Alien Pirate's Booty (Science Fiction Alien/BBW Fated Mates Abduction Romance)

by Juno Wells

  But I will know soon enough. Meanwhile I will simply enjoy my time with her like I have never enjoyed the company of any female for as long as I have lived. The intimacy we shared has changed me. Now protecting her isn't just duty, but a need. I need to keep her safe.

  And that is always a challenge here on Gyr. Spirits above, why couldn't I have been born on a more pleasant planet, with oceans and beaches and reasonable temperatures? I know those exist. I have plundered many of them.

  “Dakota enjoy swim?” I say on a whim as she's putting on her ridiculous space suit. Her language is hard to pronounce. It has a smoothness to its consonants that Xar doesn't.

  She glances up at me and furrows her brow. It's an achingly charming look for her. “Swim? In the sand?”

  Spirits, why did I say that? She must think I'm an idiot. She can't possibly know what I mean. “Not swim in sand. Brenaxx not know how. Swim in water.”

  She pulls on her boots. “Sure, I like to take a dip once in a while. What, does this gursh come with a pool and a lounge on a higher floor? And an elevator, maybe?”

  Now I'm frowning. “Elevator?”

  “No, just kidding. What I mean is, is there water anywhere within a thousands miles of here?”

  This is not a fruitful topic and I want to forget I ever brought it up. “Yes. Dakota ready to go on for many paces on sand?”

  She stands up, and even encased in her ridiculous contraption I can feel my crotch hardening.

  “Yes. I just want to check, and I'm not trying to be funny this time: before we leave this gursh, is there any chance that it could provide me with some clothes? Somehow? This suit is clunky as all hell.”

  Ah. I understand. This is the first gursh she has seen, and she thinks it might be some kind of storage depot or department store. “Brenaxx not wear much clothes,” I point out. “Trying to get fabric from gursh not tried.”

  “That figures. Do you think it might be possible, though?”

  I scratch my chin and consider for a moment. The gursh mostly consists of rocky material, glass and chemicals so exotic no one on this planet has any idea what they are or how they work. We know that it secretes a nourishing fluid and that one can seek shelter inside one. That is all, but that has been enough for everyone. Until now. I have a strong impulse to try to get this woman everything she wants. But we have no time to lose. The clouds to the north are not what I want to see. “No.”

  She sighs. “Okay. Just checking. The only stupid question is the one you never ask, as they say. Just making sure. So. Shall we go?”

  She's maybe small and vulnerable, and she would die in five minutes if left alone here. But there's resilience in her soul. It warms my heart even more.

  “Yes,” I say.

  13

  - Dakota -

  Yep, three suns in the sky again. And the heat seems worse. But the strawberry blood has given me energy, and I'm not worried. I know I can make it through the day. Looks like there are some clouds over in the distance in the direction we're going, so maybe there will be a cloud cover later.

  Brenaxx pulls his swords up from the sand and puts them back in their scabbards, and then we walk on.

  I turn around to check out the gursh, then use the camera in the helmet to snap a still photo of it. If ever I get home or anywhere close to it, I really want them to see this. The idea didn't strike me before because we're discouraged from using the helmet cam for anything other than battle purposes, and that's pretty ingrained.

  Just like yesterday, Brenaxx takes shorter steps than what seems natural for him so that I have an easier time walking here. He does those little considerate things without making me think that I'm less than him. Why couldn't I have met a guy like this before?

  I speed up so that we're walking side by side. “We haven't had much time to talk. I mean, now that you clearly speak English. And we're ... such good friends. Do you know this planet? No, I mean, of course you do. You totally tamed that gursh. I guess what I'm asking is, is this where you come from?”

  He glances down at me. “Dakota inquisitive.”

  Huh. It may not be a great idea to interrogate an alien pirate who could kill me with one finger, probably. But after last night, I feel that we got closer. And he has abducted me. I sort of feel like he owes me some answers. “Yeah, they all say that. So it's a secret? I won't tell anyone.”

  I motion with my arm to the empty desert where the huge shape of the still passive gursh is shrinking in the distance.

  He gives me a long look with a blank expression on his face, forcing me to avert my eyes. But I'm not taking the question back. I will get some answers. If not now, then-

  “Gyr is secret planet,” Brenaxx says suddenly and looks to the horizon as he walks. “No alien may see it or know of it. Brenaxx grow up here. Close to the Dry. The desert. Dangerous planet, but Xar strong and evolved to survive even under intense, dark light of Rem, the sun of death. Life harsh. Xar warriors leave planet for plunder other planets, less harsh. And for females. Rem kills young Xar females. Render others barren. Very few females grow up, even fewer can give birth. Small tribes on Gyr, almost all males. A barren society. Little grows, very little can be manufactured. Must plunder to survive.”

  “Um, okay.” It's the most I've heard him say since first I met him, and I get the feeling that he's giving me some pretty profound knowledge. He's so serious. No one in the space marines has ever talked about any of this, as far as I know. It makes sense, too. If their planet is secret, these guys are so powerful that it wouldn't be much of a challenge to keep it secret.

  We walk in silence for a couple of minutes while I process it. One thing is especially on my mind. “Secret planet, huh? What would you do if some alien found out about it? Through no fault of her own? Perhaps someone who was kidnapped? I mean, it's not like she's spying or anything. She didn't even know it existed!”

  “A complication,” he says after walking in silence for a while.

  “Uh-huh. Maybe something you should have thought about a little before you take someone here?”

  He doesn't answer, just gives me an enigmatic look that I can't interpret.

  But I'm not quite done here. “And while we're on the topic, why did you abduct me anyway? I mean, your pals killed everyone else."

  Again he walks some paces in silence before he answers. “I don't know.”

  A man of few words. Fine, two can play that game. I walk in silence for a while, too. On one hand, he and his pals did attack us out of the blue. On the other hand, that's war. Space marines exist to fight bad aliens, and it was a pretty fair fight. On the third hand, they did kill everyone except me. On the fourth hand, he didn't kill me.

  That's a lot of hands to think about. The bottom line is that I like this guy and that he's a great lover and that I'm falling for him. But I'd like to know more about this planet. And him.

  I'm paying more attention to the desert now. Sometimes Brenaxx will walk a long way around a patch of sand that looks identical to all the other sand here, and now and again he will bend over, pick something up and toss it away. Sometimes the thing he throws away explodes into a bunch of thin spikes in the air, sometimes a long stinger shoots out, and sometimes I see a little cloud of unhealthy-looking gas rise up from where the thing lands. Rocks in the desert aren't real rocks, he said, and I think I know what he meant now. The desert is full of dangers, and he is keeping them from me.

  Which of course doesn't have to mean that he cares that much. I mean, when you have a new car, you kind of try to keep it from getting damaged. Maybe that's what he's doing, just keeping me in one piece until we get to his lab and he can vivisect me.

  I glance up at him. “Are you just keeping me alive so you can eat me later? I mean, use me for food or something? What will happen to me?”

  This time he doesn't take long to reply. “Dakota will be safe,” he says. “Not used for food. Safe. Brenaxx will kill anyone who wants to harm.”

  He says it calmly with such co
nviction and blood-chilling menace that a shiver goes down my spine.

  And I believe him. Partly because I don't have a choice and partly because I get the feeling that this guy hasn't told a lie in his life. He has never needed to. He is what he is, and he doesn't care what others think about him. Pirate or not, he's totally honest. That's my gut feeling, anyway.

  “Are there any spaceships on this planet? A way for me to go home?”

  “Dakota safe,” he says and sends me a little smile. “Brenaxx protect.”

  I fall into step behind Brenaxx. It's hard work walking outside the footprints he leaves for me, and I lose a lot of fluid to sweat when I try that.

  No need to worry yet. It's not like I have a choice right now. Unless Brenaxx is with me, it looks like it's insta-death in this desert. He's still protecting me, he's still super hot, he's still the best lover I've ever had and he's still the only one who knows the way. If he's not used to women, then maybe I can use some female craftiness to get him to take me off the planet. I heard women can be wily, though I've never been known for that myself. I usually prefer to trust my sword or my gun or my grenades, but I'll come up with something. I'll just have to accept that for now, I'm his pirate booty.

  Of course the suns are making me frisky again. Walking behind him, seeing his muscles move with every step, remembering last night and that sensational thing he's packing under his kilt,hearing the immense danger in his voice when he says he's protect me – it's more than I can take and still stay cool. I want to feel him inside me again, feel him filling me up like I've never been filled before, feeling my womanhood happily accommodate him and then brought to unknown heights ...

  Hm. I should be careful with thoughts like that. I'm losing fluids at both ends now.

  At least the clouds we're walking towards seem to be coming this way, so maybe the sunshine will get more bearable in an hour or two.

  We keep walking. I empty my mind. Embrace the suck.

  14

  - Brenaxx-

  It seems to be as I thought. The clouds are coming this way, and that's the worst news I can think of right now. We will not reach our destination today before it's here, and I can see no shelter nearby. I don't dare try to attract another gursh. They get more agitated when the clouds are near, probably because they make a very loud noise that resonates through the sand on frequencies that the gursh don't like at all.

  This is another thing on this planet that can kill me. And it can definitely kill Dakota. She wants to talk about the future and what will happen. But I see no reason to talk about things that are unlikely to ever occur. Most probably she will be dead long before we leave the desert.

  I stop and look around. No creatures nearby. This is as good a place as any. I may even have left it a little late. The clouds are getting closer fast and they will be upon us very soon.

  I take Hoyre out of her scabbard and start digging. No sword is made for that, and I will make it up to her later.

  It's heavy going. The sand has a very fine grain here, and I'm making slow progress.

  “Digging for water?” Dakota is looking at me with puzzlement in her beautiful, dark eyes.

  “For shelter,” I explain. “Clouds coming.”

  She shades her eyes with her hand and looks at the horizon. “Expecting rain?”

  “Expecting storm,” I state and keep digging. I have to get pretty far down to make sure.

  “Give me the other sword. I'll help.”

  That takes me by surprise and I'm afraid my jaw hangs open for a moment. She wants to help digging?

  “Hey, two swords dig faster than one, right?” she says when I don't reply because I'm still confused. “You have no idea how much digging I've done. Trenches and stuff. Only in boot camp, of course. No one uses trenches in battles anymore. Or in space, come to think of it.”

  I silently pull Venstre out of her home and hand her to Dakota, hilt first. One part of me is screaming that I should never hand a captive enemy a weapon, but the other part of me realizes that I need the help. And she's not an enemy.

  “Wow,” she says when she grips it. “That's much heavier than it looks.”

  She rams the sword into the sand and digs for a few minutes. And before I know it, she's deeper down than I am.

  She sees my puzzled glance. “What if you hold it like this?” She shows me. “Gives you more leverage.”

  I shift my grip on Hoyre to the way she's holding Venstre, and my digging gets much more effective. “Dakota expert swordswoman,” I say, glad to see that she's not helpless here and that we might dig far enough down after all.

  “Not sure I'd call myself an expert,” she says and wipes sweat off her brow. “But if I were, I'd probably pick a shovel and not a sword to dig sand with. It's heavy.”

  My heart warms. She's living in my mind, and now I know that she's someone who can do actual work. So many females I've known have left everything to the male. Which is proper, certainly. But right now, I needed the help and she's not making a big deal out of it. “Dakota not call herself expert, but Brenaxx call Dakota expert.”

  She looks at me for a second, and then her wondrously perfect face grows darker with a reddish shade. I grasp Hoyre harder. Did I offend her? Is she angry? Will she attack?

  No, that was something else. Some alien reaction that just makes her that much more mysterious and irresistible to me. I must keep her alive!

  The sandstorm is almost upon us.

  15

  - Dakota -

  It's a noise that reminds me of power tools. Like a million big drills on full speed going through metal.

  At first I didn't notice. It was so distant I only sensed it as a pressure on my mind, like a headache building up. But now I hear it. First the gursh and now this. Stars, who would have thought that a desert could be this noisy?

  It's a sandstorm, that's obvious. There's no wind here yet. But I have a feeling that when it comes, it will slam into me like a wall. A wall of sand particles moving fast enough to make a sound like that. It will tear the flesh off my bones in thirty seconds.

  Yeah, probably not a bad idea to be six feet under when it gets here. Because the hole we've dug looks a lot like a grave. For two.

  Suddenly it gets very dark as all three suns are obscured by the black clouds. There is lightning and sharp cracks of thunder, but no rain.

  Brenaxx jumps down into the hole and holds his hands out so I can jump safely. Well, I hope he knows what he's doing. I toss the sword down to him and jump. He catches me in the softest catch I can imagine. He's immensely strong.

  He sets me down gently and then hits the flat sides of the swords into the sides of the hole all around. Then he unceremoniously takes me by the shoulders and lays me down on my back with himself on top of me, face down.

  He kisses my lips gently and the touch sends a hailstorm of sparks to my girly bits. “Okay, so you think there's time for this? Right now? No no, it's fine with me.” I pucker my lips to kiss him back, but he doesn't engage.

  He places his lips at my ear. “Remember: Dakota safe. Brenaxx keep safe.”

  Then he kneels up, rams both swords into the sides of the hole and lays down on top of me again. But there's no pressure on me, I can't feel his weight. He's supporting himself on his arms, and his swords help, I think.

  I draw breath to ask why he did that, but then I get my answer as the hole collapses in a silent avalanche of many tons of sand.

  16

  - Dakota -

  I panic for a second and flail wildly against Brenaxx, but he holds me in place and doesn't let me move much. It's very dark. We're completely covered in sand, and I don't even dare imagine how many tons are resting on top of us now. I can't feel much of the weight, because Brenaxx is probably carrying all of it on his back. All I hear is his my own fast breath. And my heartbeat, much faster.

  And the storm. I can hear that too, through six feet of sand, a fierce scream that makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I take a dee
p breath. I'm still alive, and it feels like I can breathe still. “Will we survive this?”

  My voice is small and scared, and as a space marine I should probably try to sound more confident. But it's the best I can do.

  “Dakota safe,” comes the calm reply. I don't know what it is with this guy, but the sound of his voice calms me the hell down right away. “Sand not dangerous when still. Only when storm.”

  “Will we have air to breathe?”

  “Dakota will have air.”

  “And Brenaxx?”

  He moves slightly on top of me, widening out the space we're in. “Sand lets air through. In emergency, Brenaxx not need air.”

  Ah. He and his friends did fight us on that airless moon.

  Some sand falls around us, but the avalanches are done. It's cooler here under the surface than up in the sunlight, and as the minutes tick by I actually feel that it's a nice break from the endless walking.

  It's a confined space, sure. I'm pretty much trapped. It's not a great feeling. But I'm not alone. Brenaxx is here. And I don't mind the close proximity to this strong warrior with the spectacular body. His scent is close to me, and his heat too.

  I can feel his heart rate, very slow and hard. One beat of his heart for six of mine. What if he were to lower himself a little more, and if I didn't have my space suit on ...

  Great. The mere thought gets me leaking again. In my mind I go through the moves I'd need to do to get out of the suit. Just for fun, of course. It doesn't have to come all the way off, just past my hips.

  I try some moves, and I am making some progress. Some sand trickles down, but not more than I can handle.

  Brenaxx probably realizes what I'm doing, because he shifts his position and helps me pull the suit down. Ah, much better. The cool air on my skin is refreshing. I'll have sand everywhere when we get back to the surface, but I tell myself that it'll just feel like I've been to the beach.