The Beast In The Castle

by Daniella Wright

  The last thing I need to do is become infatuated with an alien life form.

  For a while after my bath, the man avoids me. I can hear odd trilling sounds coming from his bedroom, but I give it very little thought, instead busying myself with exploring what areas of the house I am able. Though the differences between life here and life on earth are distinct, they are also similar in remarkable ways. I do miss the steady beat of my bedside radio on an easy listening station, but the mother tongue of the natives here is almost musical in nature, already. Even the trilling coming from Kajin’s room has an odd sort of melody to it. I sway my hips from side to side as I explore his home, humming softly under my breath in tune with his trills. Abruptly, however, they come to a stop. Some moments later, he emerges from his sleeping chambers looking somewhat disheveled. He glances towards me with something akin to shame in his eye, refusing to meet my gaze for long. I hum to myself, approaching him with some hesitation.

  "Kajin," I begin, not sure how to word my request. He fidgets under my stare, his actions oddly suspicious. "I was wondering if you would escort me to the city, today. Obviously, I would be under your care, I'm just… quite eager to explore the area for myself," I mutter. He seems a bit surprised by the request but actually, considers it.

  “I suppose there’s no harm in it,” he says agreeably. I grin gleefully from ear to ear, trailing behind him as he leads me out of his home. We walk side by side, attempting to remain discreet. It likely wouldn’t serve me well to draw attention to myself. He guides me to what seems to be a large marketplace, with natives selling wares of all sorts. Having been reluctant to slip back into my filthy space suit, I eagerly eye some clothes being sold. Kajin seems to notice my interest in the attire, drawing me nearer the stall. The woman, or what I presume to be a woman, considers me with a curious stare. He speaks to her in their native tongue, and I shift awkwardly from foot to foot. I can only wonder what they’re discussing, but she slips away to rummage through some boxes behind her stall. She emerges moments later with an extravagant dress that appears to be my size. Kajin presses some sort of code into a tablet-like device that she offers, and she smiles cheerfully as he takes the dress.

  “Is that… for me?” I inquire nervously, not wanting to seem presumptuous.

  “I’m certainly not going to wear it. You don’t have to take it, but I thought you seemed interested,” he says, seeming to force a casual tone. I smile gratefully, reaching out to take the dress and hold it against myself.

  "I'll try it on as soon as we return to your home," I grin. He gestures to what looks to be, for all intents and purposes, a high-tech portable toilet.

  “There’s a changing station. There are dozens of clothing vendors in the marketplace. It doesn’t seem to be occupied. If you’d like to change, I will grab sustenance for us and we can explore a bit more before heading back,” he offers kindly. I hesitate a moment, looking at the dress with adoration. It’s beautiful, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before-- it seems the galaxy is woven in its threads.

  "Alright. I'll trust your judgment on the meal," I grin before slipping towards the changing station. I step inside, surprised to see that it appears much larger on the inside than it had from the outside. There are around a half-dozen stalls held within, and I step into the nearest, slipping out of my space suit. I pull the dress on, amazed at how it feels against my skin. It's like the most luxurious silk, woven from the finest threads. I run my hands down my body, shivering at the sensation.

  Realizing I’m taking a bit too long, I slip out of the changing station and glance around in an attempt to spot Kajin. Internally, I panic for a moment before I spot him approaching from a distant stall. I rush towards him, beaming at the sight of the armfuls of food he holds.

  “Miss me?” He asks teasingly, and I roll my eyes in spite of my blush.

  "Hush. Let's head back, there's no way I'm letting you lead me around with that armful," I smirk. He laughs awkwardly but nods his head in agreement. We make our way back to his home, and I'm unable to keep my hands off of the dress. He watches me with a vague sense of amusement, tempered with something darker and more primal. I find myself flaunting for him, and he seems all too receptive to the actions.

  We step inside, and he lays the food out on the table. Though food is the last thing on my mind, I idly crunch on a small berry, humming with pleasure at the taste. He watches me with a quirked brow, and I feel a rush of heat wash over me. I continue to nibble the berry, giving a somewhat sensual air to my actions. Before I realize what’s happening, he pushes me against the wall and presses our lips together. Though I couldn’t have expected it, I find myself more than willing to accept the attention. He presses his groin to mine, trilling softly. The sound is familiar, and I realize with a start what he had been doing in his bedroom previously.

  “Take me to your room,” I order gently. He lifts me off my feet, and I hook my ankles around his waist. He stifles soft trilling sounds, and I find myself utterly enamored with the strange sound. He seems somewhat chagrined by it for his part, and I realize it’s not slipping past his parted lips; instead, the sound reverberates from some gill-like protrusions on his neck. I reach out to ghost my fingertips to his neck, and he shivers in pleasure.

  “If I take you to my quarters, I’m not certain I will be able to contain myself,” he mutters, and I can’t help but giggle at how flustered he seems.

  “No one is asking you to contain yourself, Kajin. I’m certainly not, in any case,” I purr against the column of his throat. He moans throatily, and I feel a surge of excitement as he begins to carry me in the direction of his quarters. Though I’ve not said as much, it’ll be no small wonder if our parts are compatible enough to make this entire situation work. It should be more worrisome than it feels at the moment, but I can’t help feeling as if I’m embarking on some grand adventure. It goes beyond any sort of science I may have expected to explore previously. Then again, one never really plans to make love to an alien life form.

  Swept up in the moment, I crash my lips to his once more. He falters, nearly losing his grip on me before adjusting enough to continue staggering in the direction of his room. The telltale bulge I might have expected juts from the front of his pants, though it looks significantly larger than I am used to-- both in girth and length. He shifts his grip on me as we reach his room, holding me in one arm as he presses his palm to a scanner to allow us entry. The door slides open, and there is a noticeable musk that permeates the room, likely from his activities earlier that day. It’s not an unpleasant smell, reminiscent of an earthy and almost fruity scent. I nearly salivate, lapping at the flap of skin that hides his gills. His flesh tastes unlike a human man, lacking that usual saltiness of sweat. His trills grow in pitch, and he takes me to his bed where he gently lays me on top of the sheets. I watch him with trepidation, and he seems a bit lost on what to do next.

  “It can’t be so different, can it?” I murmur, shifting to my knees and drawing the dress up and over my head. Having ditched my filthy underwear, I sit fully exposed before him as he rakes his eyes up and down my body. He inhales shakily, stepping closer to the bed.

  “You look so soft,” he murmurs, sitting just on the edge. He’s out of reach by mere inches, and I quirk my lips in a coy smile before taking him by the hand. He twitches at my touch, eyes dark and filled with desire. I guide his gloved palm to my breast, shivering at the sensation of the leathery material against my skin. He gropes experimentally for a moment, and I gasp breathily as he ghosts his fingertips to my nipple.

  “It brings you pleasure when I touch you here?” He inquires softly, drawing away to remove his glove. I shyly draw my lip between my teeth, nodding in response to his quiet query. “Strange,” he murmurs, drawing my perky breast into his bare hand. He moves with purpose, an almost scientific preciseness to his motions. I gasp out his name, and he meets my gaze with a small smile.

  “Don’t stop,” I plead, and he seems a little too entertained by my wanton
cries. He pushes me back against the sheets, dragging his fingertips down my bare sides. His touch sends small jolts of pleasure through my body, almost as intense as an electric shock. His hands are remarkably warm, and he shifts his hand to circle his thumb around my navel. He seems utterly enthralled with every bit of my anatomy, and I find myself wanting to give him the entirety of myself.

  “Is this your main pleasure receptor?” He asks huskily, and I guide his hand between my thighs. His eyes widen at the sticky warmth he feels there, and he experimentally spreads my outer lips in an entirely too lewd way. I bite down on my knuckles as he flutters his fingers experimentally against me, leaning in to examine me more closely. “Here, then,” he whispers to himself. He presses a finger inside of me and I clench around the intrusion, wondering hopelessly if this is as far as we’ll go. He draws his hand away, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. A sharp trill echoes through the room, and he moans out my name as he licks his hand clean of my essence. My eyes fall between his legs, widening at the bobbing of his own organ. It looks as if it will nearly rip his pants at the seam, but he doesn’t seem particularly troubled by that possibility. I reach out, palming him through his pants. He jerks his hips, crying out in what sounds almost like pain.

  “Did I hurt you?” I gasp out, drawing my hand away. He shakes his head urgently, hips continuing to gyrate as he fumbles with the fastener of his pants. My eyes nearly bulge from my head as his organ is exposed to the open air, throbbing visibly. He breathes a sigh of relief once he is freed from his clothes, taking the opalescent skin in his own hand and gently rubbing towards the tip. His member, if it were to be referred to as such, has the brilliant sheen of an earth pearl, ridged at the sides with a flared tip. A thick vein runs along the underside, and it continues to bob slightly as he strokes himself. I feel myself growing more and more wet, more eager than ever to see if I can fit him inside of me.

  "I want you so badly. I just… don't want to harm you," he gasps out, releasing himself and crossing his arms behind his back. I realize that he has to restrain himself from pinning me down and taking me with no further preamble. I edge closer to him, wrapping my much small hand around his length. His skin almost seems to vibrate at the touch, and I find myself shivering at the sensation of holding him in my hand. I gingerly stroke my palm along his length, dragging my thumb along the thick vein on the underside of his manhood. He whimpers, actually whimpers, and I quirk my lips at him before lowering my head to get a closer look at his length. A pale pink liquid trickles from the slit at the peak of his head, what must equate to a human man's pre-ejaculate. It doesn't seem to stop, however, dripping down his length and coating his skin. I touch the liquid hesitantly, gasping at the tingles that assault my fingertips. It feels similar to the warming lubricant that popular earth brands have spent decades trying to get just right. Nothing could compare to the sensation washing over me in that moment, however.

  “Lay down,” I order gently, and he obliges me, laying as still as he can manage on his back. “You can move, Kajin. I don’t want to feel like I’m making love to a corpse,” I murmur, shifting on top of him. His eyes widen as he seems to realize what I’m doing, and his hands tighten into fists at his side.

  “Are you sure you will be able to take it all? Once we start, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop,” he gasps out, hips jerking slightly.

  “All a girl can do is try. Now, just relax. Let me take care of you,” I murmur, adjusting my position so that I can easily slide him inside of me. I press down gingerly, biting my lip as the tingling sensation in my nether regions seems to intensify tenfold. For his part, Kajin looks as if it is all he can do not to plunge the entirety of himself inside of me. “E-easy,” I whisper, lowering myself a little at a time. The ridges along the side of his length press into spots I would have never thought to touch myself. I feel myself stretched beyond my wildest imagination, stammering uselessly as I feel myself nearing his base. His manhood ridges out the widest towards said base, and I nearly double over as I take the final inch. He twitches inside of me, small vibrations and an intense tingling sensation washing over my senses. I attempt to meet his gaze, but his eyes are wide and unseeing as he tries to still the motions of his hips.

  "So...so soft," he gasps out. I mewl as I raise up off of him just slightly, slamming back down. I'm unable to bite out the sharp cry of intense pleasure as our hips press flush together. He rests his hands on the swell of my hips, guiding me up as if I weigh nothing. My whole body tenses as I feel him draw out of me nearly entirely before he bottoms out inside of me again. I feel tears spring to my eyes as he continues to guide my motions, gasping breathily as I clench around him in an attempt to bring him to the climax that looms so for me. He shifts to sit a bit more upright, pressing his lips to my neck as he slams into me repeatedly. I'm repeating his name like some strange mantra, feeling brought to heights I've never before experienced. The thought that a human male could make me feel this way is an almost laughable one, and I realize with a start how taboo this would be if my fellow man were to find out. It only seems to send another rush through me, and I yowl as I clench around him, sounding more animal than a woman. He grunts, jerking his hips as he fills me to the brim with his warm and tantalizing essence. When I think I can't go any higher, another orgasm washes over me as my insides are coated. My body feels as if it has been lit aflame, and I find myself screaming to a god I've never quite believed in.

  The whole sensation was unlike anything I can explain to another human. I get the feeling he couldn’t explain himself to one of his own, either. As I curl up at his side after, he carefully takes the collar off of me and places it on his bedside table. He wraps his arms around me, and we settle into a peaceful slumber.

  I can’t help feeling as if I’ve allowed myself to fall into some sort of mental trap. However, it’s obvious that this is the last thing that he intended, as well. I can only enjoy the moments we have in private, as I get the feeling we won’t have such liberties in the public eye of the planet’s natives.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Days pass and I find myself growing slightly more accustomed to my temporary, or at the very least what I hope is temporary, home. Kajin treats me with significantly more kindness, and the fear I had felt for him begins to dissipate a good bit, if not entirely. Since removing my collar, he has given me a bit more free reign to explore my surroundings. I’m grateful for the small freedoms I’ve been allowed, and in the time I have to myself, I’ve returned to the original roots of the expedition. I’ve been gathering samples of the local flora, though I don’t have my lab at the ready to pursue further study. I’ve considered making my way to my ship’s main crash site and gathering the materials to make a temporary study in Kajin’s home. Of course, it would be strictly necessary to run it by him first, but I have faith that he will allow it. It’s just a matter of having him accompany me to the crash site. He mentioned that his people had surveyed the area where the main ship had landed, regretfully informing me that they had found no survivors. The fact is disheartening, but it’s something I’m slowly coming to terms with. I only wish I could offer some words of condolence to their families, the people who would wait for a day that will never come-- the return of their loved one. I’m somewhat fortunate in the sense that there will be no one looking for me, no one to wonder what has become of me. I leave no family behind, save a father whose name I’ve never known.

  Clark was the first and closest thing I’ve ever had to family. Though I gave the man his share of snubs, I have no doubt that his love for me was sincere. Now, all I have left to cling to is this pseudo-relationship with my captor. Does Kajin love me? Do his people even comprehend the concept of love? I can’t be sure. I only know that he is allowing me some sense of stability while so far from home.

  I return after a short outing to gather samples, finding Kajin absorbed in what appears to be some alien literature. He glances up as I step inside, offering me a small smile. His smile falters as
I draw closer, however, and I can only guess he is getting a better look at my mournful expression.

  “Kara…? Is something wrong?” He inquires, reaching out to rest a hand on my shoulder. I breathe a sigh, resting my hand atop his in what I hope is a reassuring gesture.

  “The weight of the world on my shoulders. I was hoping to go to the crash site you and your people discovered. I want to try and recover enough supplies to rebuild a lab of sorts. I know you have similar technology on this planet, but it would take ages for me to adjust to the differences-- time I’m not sure I’ll have,” I mutter, the heavy implication lingering between us. Though he has been kinder to me, the fact of the matter is that he could still be ordered to kill me at any given moment. He truly wouldn’t even need the order, should the desire so strike him, I would be a corpse lying at his feet. Though there is admittedly a certain thrill to the thought, I don’t aim to be killed any time soon.

  “I can take you to the crash site. I’ll help you carry anything that you’re able to recover,” he offers kindly, leaning in to press his lips to my forehead. The gesture is intimate, and I can’t help but smile to myself at the sensation of his warmth.