Captured By The Beast I

by Daniella Wright

  “You realize you’re little more than a sex slave, right? Once he grows tired of you, his people will probably see you killed. This planet is full of savages, and he’s just the same as the rest of them,” Clark says coldly. I stiffen, glancing in the direction Kajin had gone. Though they were thoughts I had been forced to consider, it didn’t feel particularly nice to have them thrown in my face.

  “I’m old enough to make my own decisions, Clark. You don’t get to decide who I spend time with,” I bite out. He smiles a bitter smile, resting a hand on my shoulder.

  "You mean, I don't get to decide who you sleep with. At least, not anymore. I can remember a time not so long ago that you would have been more than eager to have me hike up that skirt of yours," he says crassly. I just scarcely resist the desire to slap him, slipping away from him and in the direction, Kajin had gone. I don't care to entertain Clark's foul notions any longer, and it seems like he's merely getting a kick out of my irritation at this point.

  I find Kajin in what I suppose is his backyard of sorts. There is a small garden, and a rack where he has meat hung up to dry. He seems to sense my presence before I can announce myself, turning to quirk a smile at me.

  “I saved enough for your sample,” he says with a toothy grin. I force a smile in return, trying to ignore the churning feeling in my stomach. He quirks a brow at my lack of response, stepping closer to me to press the back of his hand to my forehead. “You humans are more inclined towards sickness, are you not? I want to be sure you are in good health,” he murmurs before drawing away.

  "Oh, I'm not ill. At least, not physically," I breathe, taking his hand in my own and brushing my fingers against the back of his knuckles. He watches me with a vaguely content expression, though he seems concerned by what he considers a human ailment. I suppose he's right if heartache is a human notion alone. I watch as his face becomes increasingly worried, and stand on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. Though I'm not certain it will do much to soothe him, I can hope as much.

  “Kajin…,” I begin reluctantly, cupping his cheek in my hand. He places his hand atop my own, tenderly stroking my skin. “Clark seems to think that you are… taking advantage of me in some way. He thinks that you can’t feel the level of emotion that I feel for you. He implied that I was little more than a human sex toy,” I blurt, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. His dark eyes widen in shock, and he wraps his arms around me and draws me in close.

  “Kara, do you really think I feel nothing for you?” He inquires gently, stroking my hair as I bury my face in his broad chest. I simply grunt out a reply, enjoying the intimacy of our closeness. “I will allow that if the circumstances were otherwise, that is very well what you could have become. However… I would be lying if I did not admit to harboring some sort of deeper feelings for you. I do not know what you refer to it as, on earth. It is a warmth in my heart, the desire to bring you happiness, no matter the stakes. I know I have offered little comfort, but know that even if the council suggested, I would not see harm befall you,” he says soothingly, rubbing my back. I draw away, looking him in the eye. He meets my gaze, smiling a tender smile before scooping me up in his arms. “Perhaps it would be better if I were to show you how I feel,” he smiles. Considering how our first encounter had gone, I can’t find it within me to resist. He carries me to his bedroom, scarcely considering Clark as we pass the human man. Clark’s eyes widen as he watches us, and I realize with some amusement that his eyes are locked on the already half-formed bulge in Kajin’s pants. He sputters angrily, seeming intent upon putting an end to this, whatever… this is. However, his voice fades into nothing as we slip into Kajin’s bedroom. He gently lays me on the bed, drawing away to set flame to several scented candles scattered throughout the room. The scent is a heavenly one, and I feel a pleasant haze settle over me as he draws nearer the bed. I expect him to disrobe immediately, but he moves slowly, fluidly. He slips on top of the mattress with me, unbuttoning his shirt. I realize with a start that I’ve not seen his bare form in its entirety yet, and trepidation crawls up my spine as more and more of his skin is exposed. His chest is devoid of the nipples one would expect of a human male-- instead, frilled gills curl along his ribcage. His skin is pale, a small spattering of downy soft hair spread across his pectoral muscles. I sit up, ghosting my hand to the skin of his torso. He shivers, that familiar trilling sound echoing both from the gills on his neck as well as those on his chest.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, and he quirks his lips in amusement.

  "Should that not be a notion I speak of you?" He retorts, and I roll my eyes, pressing my lips to the pale skin of his stomach. His body quakes with my every touch and his eyes are half-lidded with pleasure as he watches me spatter kisses across the expanse of his torso. He rests his hand on the back of my head, tangling his hand in my hair and stroking the sensitive skin of my scalp. I sigh against him, drawing back and watching him with a shy smile. He takes the initiative, disrobing me of my favorite dress, his hands gliding across every inch of my skin that he touches. I shiver beneath his tender touches, and as he draws my dress over my head, he lowers his hand back to my chest. He simply rests it there for a moment, expression pensive.

  “What are you doing, you silly man?” I murmur, and he quirks a smile at me.

  "It never ceases to surprise me what a comfort it is, feeling your heartbeat. I don't know what I would do if the steady thrum ceased reverberating in my mind," he smiles gently. I tilt my head, and he chuckles softly before explaining. "Initially, I couldn't explain that strange ticking, seemingly in the deepest confines of my mind. When I touch you, however, the beat is a familiar one," he offers. Though I don't entirely understand, there's no way I could, I can tell that this is not a feeling he has shared with many if any before me.

  “Sometimes, I forget that most would consider this… strange. As if it were not meant to be,” I mutter, and he leans in closer, tenderly kissing my collarbone.

  "If it were not meant to be, then certainly we would not fit so well together," he murmurs. His hand travels down my body with purpose, and my breath hitches as it settles comfortably at the apex of my thighs. I exhale a shaky breath, still not used to his gentle touches. Whenever I had been with earth men, they seemed to have something to prove to themselves. Clark, in particular, seemed to think that making love to me was some grand feat, that I needed to be somehow conquered. When Kajin touches me, I can mistake it as nothing but affection. It's obvious that he cares for me, as unlikely as our relationship is.

  “And we do… fit so well,” I gasp as he begins to stroke my slit. My breathing is shallow, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my nerve receptors seeming to be set afire in a way that was similar to our first experience, yet so unlike.

  “I do hope you appreciate the candles. They’re said to have an aphrodisiac effect on some species, and, well. It was a shot in the dark, I suppose you would say,” he says nervously.

  "I feel like I've died and gone to heaven," I blurt, and he looks vaguely taken aback. "Which is a good thing, in human terms. At least, if you believe in the notion of an afterlife," I add quickly, feeling as if it is a struggle to get the words out clearly. He looks reassured by the comment, and continues to stroke between my thighs, circling around the aching nub at the crux of my womanhood. I shiver, panting softly as his touches become a bit firmer.

  “Right there?” He inquires, and I can only wonder how he is so good at working my buttons, considering I’m the first human he has ever met. Perhaps he’s just that good, even among his people, though I don’t want to consider the fact that he’s been with anyone aside from myself.

  “Gentle, gentle touches. I’m very sensitive there,” I gasp out, enthralled by the touches. He hesitates, flicking his fingertip gently against my clit. My body almost seizes in pleasure, my mind cloudy from the effects of the candles.

  “Is that good? I want… I want to show you how I feel, not just… take my fill of you and be done,” he says nervous
ly, and I cup his cheek in my hand.

  “You’re so wonderful,” I whisper. I lean in to kiss him, and he shifts to meet my lips properly. I wrap a leg around his waist, feeling the increasingly familiar bulge in his leathery pants. “Kajin, may I be honest with you?” I manage, rolling my hips against his knob in a desperate attempt to get friction.

  “Yes, Kara, of course,” he assures me, an obvious strain to his voice.

  “I would love nothing more than for you to take me. Gently. Softly, yes, but… I want to feel you inside me,” I breathe against his lips. He falters slightly, tilting his head downward to inhale a sharp breath.

  “When we first did this, I was less certain of my feelings,” he gasps out. I shush him, reaching between us to unfasten his pants. I slide them down his hips as soon as I am able, exposing him to the open air once more. His ridges seem to stand out even more prominently than our first time, and his manhood looks flushed a faintly purple shade. The liquid that seeps from his hole is silver in color, and though I’m briefly confused, he doesn’t seem to notice the differences. I might have asked about it, but he lines himself up to press into me, and my body jolts as soon as the liquid touches my skin. It feels like electric shocks shooting through my body, the pleasure so intense it feels like my whole body may seize from it.

  “Are you okay?” He inquires gently.

  “So… so good,” I gasp out, tensing my hands in the sheets. He reddens slightly, parting his lips to speak.

  “My people are an adaptive one. My body must be shifting to further suit your needs,” he offers awkwardly. I grin deliriously, pressing our lips together in a tender kiss. His tongue darts out, brushing my lower lip. I part my lips, inhaling a shuddering breath as he presses into me. It’s all I can do to swallow a scream, not wanting to give Clark the wrong idea. However, it strikes me suddenly that I could care less what that bastard of a man thinks of me.

  “Take me, Kajin,” I moan loudly, perhaps a bit too loudly, and his eyes widen in surprise.

  "It is a privilege, my beloved one," he says with a tender smile, seeming to recover well enough. He pushes into me, and desperate squeals spill past my lips. As soon as he enters me, I'm surprised to feel the shockwaves of my first orgasm wash over me. Tears spill down my cheeks at the intensity and Kajin kisses the tears away with a gentleness that had been shown to me by no other man, before. His face is tense as well, and I realize I'm clenching around him in a way that must be almost painful. I try to relax, but I feel myself wind up almost immediately as he begins to rock against me. Once more, his name becomes my mantra. Every thrust of his length inside me seems to send earth shattering waves through my entire body. Though what I had experienced when he first entered me was beyond a normal orgasm, delightful beyond my wildest dreams, I feel myself being driven higher and higher, past the realm of sanity as I experience… what feels like an explosion inside of me. It's as if the big bang, the beginning of a new world has taken place inside my body, something ethereal in nature. I find myself wondering how I managed to find myself in bed with this god of a creature. I feel like a goddess in my own right, in his arms. I feel tears spilling down my cheeks, and it's all I can do to scream his name as this invigorating sensation washes over me.

  I don’t realize he’s drawn away until my body ceases its delirious jerking, and he watches me with something akin to awe from the foot of the bed.

  “A-are you alright?” He inquires softly, and my brain spins for a long moment before I manage to form words.

  “I’m… amazing. That was… oh my god, I had never believed in the heavens until they exploded in my very mind,” I blurt. He hesitates a moment, cheeks aflame with a blush.

  “That good, huh? I’m pretty sure your screams shattered a window,” he muses aloud. I laugh airily, drawing him into my arms and pressing our lips together.

  “I’m pretty sure you’ve shattered my soul,” I retort. He chuckles against my lips, and I realize just how much I feel for this man. Beyond what I’ve ever felt for anyone, anything, in my entire life. Could this be love? I’d doubted its existence, but if not love, then what else could this be? This gentle madness that had driven me to the brink of my own existence.

  Though it was certainly not my intention, I find that I will have more difficulty than expected, leaving this place. Then, the thought strikes me. Perhaps I won’t leave. Perhaps I will remain here, at Kajin’s side. I can’t imagine a more appealing fate, even on my home planet.

  I decidedly keep my decision regarding my fate to myself, refusing to tell Clark of my attempt to remain on this planet. We have not had any outright arguments, mostly because I have been ignoring his attempts to engage me in conversation. I have nothing to say to the man. Any part of me that may have loved him in the past has faded to new and more intense affection for Kajin. I don’t say as much, not eager to cause another fallout between the men. However, it is all I can do to contain my excitement for Clark’s departing. Though it is certainly not set in stone, and I have not expressed my old flame’s attempts to contact earth to my new alien lover, I have the deepest of hopes that something will cause Clark to leave. If not this planet, the city at least.

  As the days pass, however, Clark becomes increasingly bold with his attempts to engage me. He brushes against me, whispering crude words into my ear when Kajin is not around to witness it. Truthfully, it instills a bit of fear within me. I don’t know what Clark is capable of, though I know that he is reluctant to let an issue go once he puts his mind to it. That’s part of what had caused our initial breakup. Perhaps the worst of all is when he makes an attempt to grope or otherwise harass me when Kajin is only in the next room. I dare not call out to my new lover, fearful that he would kill the human male if presented the opportunity. While I know better than to think Kajin and his people are mere savages, I know they are a warrior people. Kajin would not take kindly to the lack of respect he’s receiving from Clark.

  I’m busying myself in my new study, a small nook that Kajin and I had constructed with the most reluctant of help from Clark. It isn’t anything like my lab back home, but it will do until further facilities can be arranged. I don’t hear Clark approach, but I sense his presence as he begins to loom over me. I draw away from my microscope, turning to face the other human. His smile is wicked, and he pushes me back against the wall, pinning my hands on either side of me.

  “What are you doing?” I blurt angrily, and he presses his lips to the column of my throat.

  “If I can not convince you with words, I’ll simply have to show you what you’re missing out on. What you’re giving up, when you screw around with that alien savage,” he murmurs against my skin. I struggle against him, panic washing over me as I realize he fully intends to rape me. However, as if smelling my fear, Kajin rushes in and snatches Clark by the back of his collar. He throws the human man across the room, examining me for injuries.

  “Are you okay?” He whispers lovingly, and I press myself into his embrace.

  “Don’t kill him. It’s not worth it. Just… leave it, Kajin. Please. For me,” I mutter, tears streaming down my cheeks. He brushes a hand through my hair before turning to face the disheveled human man.

  “It would do well for you to know that you are not to touch Kara without her express consent. If she would have you, I would not come between it. However, it is clear that you’re pressing an issue where you are unwanted,” Kajin says coldly. His teeth are bared in an almost animalistic gesture, and I swallow a thick lump in my throat as Clarke storms towards the door.

  Something has to give, it’s only a matter of time at this point.

  CHAPTER SIX

  The next day, I awake in Kajin’s arms. He has decided to keep a closer eye on me while Clark remains in our company. Clark himself is growing increasingly distant, though I don’t have many complaints on that front. I could go the rest of my life without speaking to him, were it an option. This morning, however, Clark seems exceptionally chipper. I watch him warily, not knowin
g exactly what he has up his sleeve. He approaches me and Kajin that afternoon, smiling a daring smile at the alien man.

  “I have news,” he reports boldly, and I draw nearer to Kajin, having the vaguest of ideas of what this news could be. Kajin seems altogether uninterested, but allows Clark audience, gesturing for him to continue. “I have received a signal from planet Earth. They have sent a rescue team, who will be arriving at our crash site by this evening,” he smirks. Kajin, much to our mutual surprise, simply smiles in response.

  “That is certainly news,” he says noncommittally. Clark narrows his eyes dangerously, drawing nearer to the two of us.

  “If you are to try and stop my return to earth, it will be a matter of intergalactic war. I’m well respected on my planet, and I can give the word for the United States army to launch war upon your planet,” he says with a wicked smile. I stiffen at Kajin’s side, but the alien man simply shrugs his shoulders, gesturing towards the door.

  “I care not for your United States but if you want to leave, I will make no move to stop you. I will even escort you to the rescue site, to ensure that you are not injured by the planet’s fauna. You seem the foolish sort to take on a wild bagaloon with only your bare fists,” Kajin chuckles, and I manage to relax, if only slightly.