Kidnapped by the Alien Barbarian

by Ella Mansfield

  He shook his head. "I wish I could. It would make this so much easier, because I'd know exactly what you want at all times." He climbed onto the bed beside her, kneeling over her.

  She wouldn't let her gaze move to his penis. No, she couldn't. It would be a sin to see him unclothed! "Why do you care what I want?" she asked. She was feeling more than a little belligerent. Just an hour before she'd been sleeping peacefully after finishing her classes for the day. She'd be missed by now. Dinner was served promptly at five every evening so the girls could go to evening chapel services. Her spot would be empty.

  "Why do I care?" he asked, his voice betraying his shock. "You are my destined mate. You cannot hiccup without me being concerned. Our lives are interwoven now, and we belong together. I will never hurt you."

  Lela eyed him as a thought occurred to her. "You're hurting me by keeping me here and not letting me return to my home. You're hurting me by taking my choice from me. I want to always have a choice. I deserve a choice." Would she be able to convince him to send her back to Earth this way? Would she still be marriageable since they hadn't consummated their relationship yet?

  He shook his head. "That's not true. You had no choice about anything on Earth either. You would have had no choice about the man you married. Did you even have a choice about your profession? Or was that forced on you as well?"

  "I had no choice about anything." She spit the words out angrily, shocked at how much she despised the system she'd been raised under. She should be happy to be gone, but what would her new life be like? No, if he could have spent time with her, allowing her to love him before bringing her here, then she'd have felt in control of her life. For once.

  "You will have many choices with me," he told her softly. "You will be able to choose the house we live in, how it's decorated, what kind of pet you wish to have. Your life will now be full of choices in a way it never has been before."

  She shook her head. "But the most elemental choice of all, the choice of whom to marry, has been taken from me. That's not right!"

  He sighed. "You are destined to be my bride. The sooner you learn to accept that fact the better our lives will be. Even now, I'll give you a choice."

  "What's that?" she asked skeptically, not trusting him at all.

  "Would you like to remove your own clothing, or would you like for me to remove it for you?"

  "I need to use the restroom," she said, needing to stall for at least a bit longer.

  "That's not a word I know. What is this 'restroom?'"

  "I need to relieve myself." She hated having to spell it out so basically for him, but she saw no other option.

  He nodded, waving in the direction of the bathroom. "Go. I will wait, but you must hurry. I'm pained that this is taking so long."

  She stared at him, sputtering for a moment. "Long? I met you an hour ago, and already you're naked and waiting me to get naked. That is not taking long!" The man must have lost his mind. She jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom, searching for a way to lock the door behind her, but she found nothing.

  She stared at her reflection in the mirror, sighing softly. She really didn't know if she could go through with consummating their marriage, but what choice did she have? She was just as much a prisoner of him as she had been of the government since she was taken from her parents at the age of five.

  As she stood looking at herself she saw in her mind that he came up behind her, his hands going to her breasts. She let out a low groan. He had to stop throwing images into her head. But how could she make him stop?

  *****

  Drrrl watched the door to the bathroom, waiting for her to hurry and rejoin him. He was ecstatic that he'd not only found a woman to marry, but that she was his destined mate. Every royal male from the planet Warden, the planet he'd originated from, had a mate somewhere out there waiting for him. He had never expected to find his, thinking she must be from Warden, and he had no access to the women of Warden unless they were criminals and exiled.

  Fate had thrown him for a loop with his beautiful Lela, and he couldn't wait to explore every aspect of her, and he didn't just mean her body. Her mind and soul were just as important to him as her body. Well, almost. He felt much too needy to not want her body most of all.

  He threw an image into her mind, having to concentrate a bit harder because she was in another room. Lying back on the bed, he threw an arm over his eyes and waited for her to return. Why was she taking so long? "Hurry!" he called.

  Finally, he heard the door open and watched as Lela stepped into the room, his heart singing with relief. She was his mate. She was meant to be with him.

  He watched as she crossed the room to the bed, her arms wrapped around her middle as if she was afraid of him. "Why do you hesitate? We are married now." Hadn't he given her what she wanted?

  She shrugged. "I guess I don't feel married. I couldn't understand the words at all. It wasn't what I would call a wedding."

  He sighed. "But we are married. Where I come from, a man is meant to have one mate. No other woman can bond to him like the one who's intended for him and only him. For me, you are that woman."

  "How can you be certain?" Her face made it clear she didn't trust him at all.

  "Only my destined mate would be able to feel my thoughts in her head." He sent out an image of standing behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, his cock pressing into her bottom.

  Lela jumped. "Stop doing that!"

  "But that's my proof that you are meant for me. Until you believe me, I can't stop."

  She shook her head at him. "That may prove it to you, or to someone from your world, but I'm not from there. I'm from Earth!" Why couldn't he understand that his alien tricks proved nothing?

  "We'll never be able to work through our differences if you don't trust me."

  She sighed. "Look. I married you because you forced me to, not because it was something I wanted! I don't know how to act around you. This is not how I expected my life to go! How could anyone expect their life to take such a strange turn?"

  Drrrl sighed, climbing from the bed and walking to her, his arm going about her shoulders. She was tiny by Warden standards, and she felt frail against him. "I know this seems odd to you, but the last thing I would ever do is hurt you!" How could he begin to explain the connection between a warrior and his mate?

  "How do you know you haven't hurt me by taking me from my life? How do you know I wasn't happy there?"

  "Were you happy?" he asked, his throat tightening in panic. He didn't want her to be upset with him for taking her, but if she was, he wasn't certain he could take her back. Surely she could see they belonged together.

  "I...I don't know! I wasn't unhappy. I wasn't going to do what I wanted with my life, but I hadn't yet found my computer match. I only had a year left of school, and then I would have married. I'm certain I would have been content then."

  "Contentment is not happiness!" Not for the first time since meeting her, he thanked the silly shows from Earth he'd watched on his family's universal scanner. They'd taught him her language in a way he'd never realized. "I will do everything in my power to make you truly happy. What do you want more than anything else in life?"

  Lela considered his question. It was an odd conversation to be having while he stood naked beside her waiting to consummate their union, but she didn't care. "I want to have children and be able to raise them myself. I don't want to have to give them to a compound. I want to be able to design clothing I like, not to be required to spend my life wearing uniforms and counseling others."

  "Done. I can make both of those things happen."

  "And in return?"

  "In return, I want you to accept me as your mate. I don't expect love immediately, but I wish it would come along soon. I want you to be happy spending time with me, and to welcome my seed. That's all. I wish to have a faithful wife."

  She looked at him, obviously considering his proposition. "And that would mean letting you—letting you mate with me.
" She blushed as she said the words.

  He leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear. "It would require you lie down, spread your legs, and welcome me into your body. I want to love you."

  "I—I don't know if I can. I'm scared." She looked up into his brown eyes, truly studying him for the first time. He was a handsome man, but he frightened her. She didn't know if it was his size, or the fact that she'd rarely been around men, or his overpowering presence. Whatever it was, he made her feel uncomfortable. And knowing he was thinking that much about doing that to her made it even worse!

  He cupped her face in his hands. "You're my mate. Hurting you would be like hurting myself. It won't happen."

  She nodded slowly. Maybe he wouldn't hurt her. Well, he'd hurt her, of course, because she'd never had relations before, but after that? Maybe he'd never hurt her again. "All right. I'll try."

  He closed his eyes with relief. He hadn't been sure how much longer he could wait for her to give her consent. Yes, he could have taken her without her consent, but he didn't want their marriage to start that way, and despite her misgivings, they were married. "Take off your clothes and wrap your legs around my waist, dog breath. We're going on a wild ride."

  Chapter Three

  Lela sucked in a breath at his whispered words. No one had ever been so bold with her. Of course, Drrrl was the first man she'd been around since she'd moved to the compound at the age of five. "But I don't know you!" she protested, wondering how he could possibly believe she would have intercourse with him after such a short time.

  He shrugged, his hands going to her waist and pulling her more firmly against him. "You will." His fingers went to the front of her white blouse, carefully unfastening the buttons.

  She grabbed his wrists, trying to stop him from undressing her. It couldn't be right to have relations with a man she'd only met a few hours before. "But we just met!" she protested.

  He sighed. Hadn't she just agreed? They'd been over this. "Would it have been different if you had married the man the computer chose for you? Would he have given you time to get to know him before he buried his cock inside you?"

  She swallowed hard. "No, but he would have been a man from Earth."

  "That matters none. We met, and we've married. Don't you owe me the same respect as you would have given your Earth husband?"

  "I..." Lela was confused.

  He continued unbuttoning her shirt, and she made no move to stop him. Finally, he pushed it off her shoulders and to the floor, leaving her in only her skirt and her foundation garment. "How do I remove this?" he asked.

  She blushed, not feeling like she should help him, even though it was obvious to her this train was going fast, and there was no way off. "There's a zipper," she mumbled.

  "A zipper? What is a zipper?" He studied her carefully, before his face lit up. "This?" He took the small metallic object between his thumb and first finger and pulled it down.

  Lela took a full deep breath for the first time since she'd dressed that morning. The foundation garment was to make every woman look as if she had the same boyish figure. For well-endowed women, like Lela, they were vastly uncomfortable.

  Drrrl stared down at the bountiful bosom popping out of her—strange contraption she wore. She was beautiful. He'd had no idea there was so—well, so much of her to pop out!

  He finished unzipping her and pushed the stiff garment off her shoulders, his fingers trailing from her neck down to her nipples. "Why did you hide your beauty under that thing?"

  Lela bit her lip, trying to consider what answer would appease him. "They are required on Earth. Every woman must wear one except when she is sleeping. It keeps women from being objects of men's lust." She had always hated her foundation garment, feeling like she was forced into a wrapper like a sausage. She understood the reasoning behind them, but she'd never agreed with it.

  Drrrl threw back his head and laughed. "Your beautiful face made me lust after you. Your shapely legs made my cock get hard. How did they think that would keep a man from lusting after you?" He caught the waistband of her skirt with his thumbs and pushed it to her feet. From her knees to her thighs was another garment, similar in material to the other. "These cannot be comfortable!" He turned her by her shoulders and spun her around, finding the zipper at her waist this time and tugging it down quickly.

  "They're not. They're meant to conceal a woman's body from men and keep them from lusting. Making women seem as if they have no curves at all." But he was about to see that she had curves to spare. She hated how large she was and would have given anything for him not to have to see her naked.

  "I find you much more beautiful without that thing covering you." He reached out to cup her breasts in his hands, squeezing them softly. "You looked too thin with that thing on. You looked unhealthy. I look at you now and I feel so much more for you. You, my dear, are beautiful."

  Lela shook her head. "I'm not. I'm too heavy. They were going to force me to lose weight before I was allowed to marry. My counselor talked about my weight constantly, saying I wasn't appealing to a man. That I would have to be fixed." She closed her eyes as she thought about what the fixing would have entailed. A painful surgery would have been performed to remove all excess fat, and she would have had her stomach made smaller, so she couldn't eat as much.

  "She lied to you. I've never been more attracted to a woman in my life."

  "You don't have to say that. I know how I look." She had no illusions left. She wished she could believe it, but she knew that she was not the kind of women men went crazy for.

  Drrrl caught her hand and brought it down to his cock. "Do you really think I could be that hard if you weren't attractive? You're beautiful!"

  Lela squeezed his penis, surprised at the feel. It was soft, almost like it was made of velvet on the outside. She had only ever seen one in a textbook, and had been able to avoid looking at his since they'd come into the room. Once she touched it, her eyes were immediately drawn to it.

  She gasped when she saw it. It was different than textbooks certainly. The thing was huge, and it curved up at the end. Almost at a forty-five degree angle. "Is it supposed to curve that way?" she asked, embarrassed.

  He nodded, frowning slightly. "All males of my planet curve like that. It makes it touch places that women like."

  Her eyes grew wider. "So you're telling me you're better equipped to pleasure a woman than a man from Earth?" Could he really be saying that?

  "I don't know what humans' penises look like, but yes, if they're not curved, I'm better equipped to please you." He took a step back, looking at her from head to toe. "I like you so much better without that horrible thing on. Please don't wear it again!"

  She sighed. "My clothes won't fit without it."

  "So go naked. My brother won't mind."

  Her eyes widened. "It wouldn't bother you if your brother saw me naked?" What kind of husband was he?

  He shrugged. "In our world, nudity is considered a natural thing. We weren't born clothed, were we?"

  "Well, of course not, but..."

  "No buts." He pushed against her shoulders and she fell back onto the bed, her eyes wide. He laughed as he followed her down, lying beside her. His lips pressed against hers as his hand went to her breast, cupping it in his fingers. He was fascinated by her body. He'd thought his mate was a slender woman, but he was so pleased to see the truth. She was made for him.

  "I don't know what to do!" she protested as his hands roamed over her body.

  He lifted his head, staring at her. "To be honest, I've never done this before either. There just weren't any women around, and men don't appeal to me. We'll figure it out together." He had never thought he'd admit to such a thing, but he knew that she needed the truth just then.

  Lela propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him curiously. "Really? This is your first time?" Oddly it made her feel more relaxed about the whole experience, knowing it was his first time as well.

  He pulled her closer to him, until they w
ere touching from shoulder to thighs. "Really." His hands caressed her bottom, pulling her to him even tighter. His cock was pressing into her stomach, but she didn't protest.

  His lips met hers, and he stroked the inside of her top lip with his tongue. His hands moved over her back and bottom, cupping her derrière and pulling her into him even more. "I want you," he whispered against her lips.

  She moaned softly. She wanted him touching her. Everywhere. She couldn't seem to convince herself it was all right for him to be touching her that way.

  His hand slipped between her legs, one finger going to her clit. He rubbed his finger back and forth across it, trying to bring her to the same fever pitch he was at.

  Lela buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent. It was spicy, and very appealing to her. She wondered if it was a natural smell or something he was masking his natural body odor with. Then he slid a finger inside her, and she quit thinking at all.

  At her gasp of pleasure, Drrrl smiled. "Do you like that?" His lips were pressed to her ear.

  She nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "More," she whispered.

  He laughed softly, slowly sliding another finger into her to join the first, moving them in and out in a steady rhythm. "More?" He was doing his best not to rush her, but his cock was throbbing, begging for the opportunity to bury itself inside of her.

  "Oh yes!" she cried out, her body feeling as if it were on fire.

  He added a third finger, and she gasped as it seemed to stretch her too much for a moment, and then the pleasure overtook her. She rolled to her back, panting as he followed her, his fingers still pressed deep inside her.

  He leaned down and caught one nipple between his lips, sucking at it instantly.

  She looked down at his head at her breast, surprised that she felt sexual arousal when he touched her there. She'd been taught that breasts were only for feeding babies. Apparently, her teacher either hadn't known, or hadn't been willing to admit the truth about sexual feelings.