by Stella Cassy
I wrapped the sheet around myself, twisting and tying it, so as to leave one shoulder bare, but with the rest of it preserving what was left of my modesty. I admired myself in the mirror that was attached to the outside of a closet door. Very Roman, I thought to myself with approval.
Of course, Rethryn would be able to shred this outfit just as easily as he did the last one. A frown crossed my face at the thought of him. Rethryn the jerk who tied me up and gagged me. I grabbed the pillows off the bed and tossed them onto the floor. That would teach him.
Next, I returned to the mirrored closet door. When I pulled it open, I was surprised by the thickness of the door. It was at least three inches thick, and heavy too. I began to search the inside of the closet.
Was there anything interesting in here, I wondered? Time to find out. I began grabbing and throwing everything I could find out into the room. Items of clothing, jewelry, unidentifiable bits of alien crap. Well they were crap to me, anyway. Perhaps not to him.
At the bottom of the closet the last remaining thing was a large, heavy box. I peered down at it, my translator chip immediately allowing me to read the alien writing on top. Military Rations - One Month. Before I could consider why he kept a whole month’s supply of food in his closet, I heard an ominous growling behind me.
Uh-oh.
I spun around.
Crap.
The knife was still on the other side of the room.
So much for my one-woman alien murder spree.
Rethryn was standing with his hands on his hips, glaring at me.
“Hi?”
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Rethryn
Rethryn
The human didn’t notice I was there. Not at first. I stared at her from behind. She had somehow dressed herself in my bed sheet. Well that wouldn’t last long. It belonged on the bed, not on her. I didn’t understand why the slave even thought she deserved clothing anyway.
Staring at her unnoticed, she seemed to be insane. The girl was on her knees throwing everything in my closet out into the room. What did she hope to achieve? Angering me so much I would end her miserable existence by tearing her apart? Well if that was her goal, it wasn’t going to work. They wanted me to return her to Minapolis.
Knowing that she would soon be gone, I felt an urge to make the most of the time I had left possessing her. See if she knew any other tricks to keep me entertained.
Walking quietly, I moved from the entrance to the center of the room, then I let her know I was there by growling deep and low.
Still crouching on the floor, she spun around, eyes wide, staring up at me. She looked like a hatchling who’d been caught stealing from a jar of sweet-treats.
“Hi?” she said.
I just stared. Hi? What was that supposed to mean? She stared back at me. Slowly, she rose to her feet. She offered no excuse or explanation for her behavior, instead just standing awkwardly before me.
“I know I’m irresistible,” I said to her in a low tone, “but I left you in that cage for a reason.”
“Oh.” She pretended like she had just remembered. “Your cell was too small. I couldn’t even sit down in there.”
“You made a mess.” I indicated the messy room with my arms as I stepped toward her, smelling the scent of her hair as I drew close. It was intoxicating. “And the cell was not too small. You fit. I know, I put you back in there myself.”
Her complaint about size reminded me of something else. Something else that had seemed like it might be too small but had just about managed to fit me inside. Oh, how she had gripped and squeezed. Her body had been insatiable for mine.
“Humans don’t work like that. We need room to at least sit down. And walk around. You can’t keep us in cages so small that all we can do is lean.”
“I am no expert on slave keeping, but that’s not what I have heard. You can survive several weeks in a cell.”
She didn’t look pleased by the thought of that, a dark frown falling on her face.
I reached out to her, gently putting my hand around her soft-skinned throat, before tugging her toward me. She gasped and tiptoed forward as I pulled her close to me. Her face was right below mine and her eyes were wide as she looked up at me. “They want me to send you back to Minapolis.”
“I don’t want to go back there. Not again.” Her words were gasped out, and I could feel the rapid pace of her heartbeat against my palm as the blood pumping through her carotid artery pressed against it.
“You do not get a choice. You’re a slave, remember?” I looked around the room, surveying the wreckage she had caused. “Though you do seem to have trouble understanding that. Were you not disciplined properly on Minapolis?”
She bit her lower lip before answering, and I stared at it. Plump, and delicious. I was tempted to lean down further and bite her lip too.
“Clearly I wasn’t disciplined properly,” she said, her eyes darting down toward the floor.
“Well maybe we need to start training you in how to behave.”
I wrapped my arm around her lower back and lifted her in the air causing her to squeal. She kicked out with her legs, her bare feet massaging my thighs where they connected. I smirked, then tossed her across the room so that she landed on the now sheet-less bed.
Her crudely fashioned toga fell open, and my bed got its sheet back.
Talia lay back on the bed, vulnerable. Her face had gone slightly red and if I wasn’t mistaken, she parted her legs slightly as she stared at me.
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Talia
Talia
Oh yeah.
Men.
Or males, anyway. Rethryn was like a man, but with extra benefits.
I lay back on the bed, staring at him, willing him to come over. He’d had a taste of me down in the cargo hold, and I knew he wanted more. I’d heard stories, back on Minapolis, about how human females can be kind of intoxicating to certain species, Drakon among them.
He stalked toward me, his clothing seeming to melt off his frame, until he was standing before me – tall, proud, naked and hungry.
I rested my hands on my thighs, drawing his gaze, encouraging him to look at me, to drink me in, to see what he was about to have.
He was the captain of the ship, and a supposed prince. If I could completely enthrall him, I’d have a powerful tool at my disposal. I licked my lips.
He had a powerful tool at his disposal. With a roar he launched himself off the floor and up onto the bed until he was standing above me.
“See something you like?” I said in a throaty voice up at him, running my fingers up and down my inner thighs, letting them caress my lips.
While I may have wanted to seduce him for my own purposes, it wasn’t completely self-serving. Or rather, it was self-serving in another way as well. He was hot.
The massive, muscled Drakon leaned down over me, wisps of smoke emanating from his flaring nostrils. When I inhaled them it made my head giddy, like I couldn’t think properly, my thoughts melting away into emotions and desires. Aching, carnal desires.
“You can’t get enough of me,” he said in a voice so deep I could feel it in my ribcage. He was so arrogant. And so right.
I slipped two fingers inside, and when I withdrew them, they were hot and wet. I held them up above me, tantalizingly close to his lips.
His head snapped forward like a snake, sucking my fingers between his lips and running his ever-so-hot tongue over them, tasting me.
I reached up with my other hand, wrapping it around his neck and pulling him down toward me. Of course I wasn’t strong enough to move him if he didn’t want to be moved. But he did. With another throaty growl he fell upon me, his body fiery hot and hard against my own. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, pulling our bodies tight together.
After being alone on Minapolis for so long, it was incredible to have someone to hold again. To touch, to taste, to feel. To fuck.
Rethryn was not in the mood to take his time. Perhaps I was as irresistible to him as he
was to me. With natural skill, he adjusted his hips so that he was pressing up against me, my wet lips parting to eagerly take him, despite his almost dangerous size.
Although it hadn’t been long since our first, hurried encounter, I had already forgotten just how hot he was in the literal sense. Our lips met at the same time as he entered me, my kiss becoming a gasping moan as his scorching cock went deeper and deeper, heating me from the inside.
“Oh fuck,” I said, squeezing his ass with my thighs, holding him still inside me for a moment as I tried to resist becoming overwhelmed by sensation.
“I am,” he said as he pulled his hips back and began to thrust in and out of me.
I dug my nails into his back.
“Harder,” he said.
So I did. While he thrust into me, I dug my fingers into his hard, muscular back, scratching him as he fucked what little sense I had left out of me.
BANG, BANG, BANG
I looked up with a start, clarity returning from hazy ecstasy for a minute. Rethryn glanced at his door, then shook his head at it.
I was grateful. I didn’t want anyone coming in. I didn’t want anyone seeing. Not because I was shy — goodness knows being enslaved made me lose what little modesty I had — but because I didn’t want anyone else to know what I was doing. I might need to seduce someone else before this crazy space ride was over, and if I did, I didn’t want them to know they weren’t my first. Seduction is a more effective weapon if the other person doesn’t know you’re doing it. It’s even better if they think they’re doing it to you.
The knocking stopped, and Rethryn turned to look down at me again.
I grinned up at him, bit my lower lip, then yanked down on one of his arms while pushing the other up. He figured out what I was doing and let me flip him over so that he was lying on his back, me riding atop him. I kneeled on the bed, my mouth hovering over his, while we stared into each other’s eyes. Slowly I rocked myself up and down on him, teasing him with a slower pace.
“You were… well trained…” he said, between kisses.
I shook my head at him. “I wasn’t trained. This is natural talent, baby.”
He closed his eyes and leaned back in pleasure for a moment. When he opened them again, he said, “Then… imagine what you could do… with training.”
I snorted. What a jerk. But a jerk who felt very, very good inside me.
My slow, rocking teasing came to an end when he grabbed my ass and held me tight. Holding me firmly in place, he began to thrust himself up into me hard and fast.
“No more teasing.”
Our lips met in a hard kiss and I found myself locked in place as he drove himself into me from underneath, bouncing off the bed with every thrust. It wasn’t long before both of us were breathing frantically, hard gasping breaths pouring out of our lungs as he desperately pushed into me again, and again, and again.
“I’m… going…” My words failed me, and instead I just squealed.
Rethryn did not squeal as he finished. He gave a loud, growling roar that vibrated through my body as his cock spasmed inside, sending wave after wave of his molten release into me.
When it was over, I lay atop his body, hot and wet and aching gloriously.
“Fuck, Rethryn, that was…”
“Amazing,” he finished.
And for once, he was right in his arrogance.
Being a cunning seductress had never felt so damn good.
I rested my head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall, as I listened to his breath begin to slow.
I could get used to this.
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Rethryn
Rethryn
The human, Talia, had her head nuzzled up to my chest. I could inhale the scent of her hair, and I found myself burying my mouth into the top of her head. Humans was so soft, and cuddly. It was like they had been designed with one purpose only — to satisfy my carnal desires.
Idly I wondered whether they had any other uses or talents. I suspected not.
“That was the best thing I’ve done since I was kidnapped,” she said, talking into my chest so that her breath teased against my skin.
“Surely you mean the most fun you’ve had in your life.”
She giggled but didn’t answer. Clearly she was teasing me. Perhaps that was another use she had — she was quite entertaining.
I had once been told by someone, that I promptly ignored, that humbleness could be a virtue. Of course I didn’t buy that. But every now and then perhaps a tiny moment of humbling could have a small beneficial effect. Talia had a way with words, a teasing, needling way, that could for small moments, humble me.
“Did you always want to be a space pirate?” she asked.
For a moment my inner dragon flared its nostrils and considered whether to be annoyed. Her question was insulting. But I was beginning to recognize this. It was part of her personality. On some people it would be deadly— I would tear them apart. But with her, it kind of worked.
“I’m not a pirate. And I suggest you watch what you call me or any other Drakon you may meet.”
She ran a hand down my chest, over my side, lightly scratching me with her nails so that it tickled. Her hand hovered on the side of my upper thigh.
“Then what do you call yourself?”
“I am a captain in the Hielsrane fleet. Beyond that, I am a prince in the royal line.”
Suddenly she sat up, her hand still resting on my thigh, but squeezing it now.
“No shit?” She ran her eyes over me again, assessing me anew. “You’re a prince? Like, in line to a throne?”
That perked her up. A lot of females were the same, I had found, even among my own kind. It was interesting to see that these humans were the same.
“Yes. A prince, in line to the throne.”
“What position? I mean, how far down are you? Is your dad the king?”
“No. My father is also a prince.” There was no need for me to explain that I was originally illegitimate and that it was only thanks to my mother’s considerable powers of persuasion that I had been acknowledged at all. But acknowledged I had been, and I was now officially recorded in the line of succession. A legitimate prince, even if my birth was not.
“So what position are you? What number?”
I reached out with an arm and yanked her back down onto the bed so she was lying with her head on my chest again. When she was kneeling above me, it felt like she was interrogating me.
“I am 207,824th in line to the throne.”
The little human did something most odd. She started breathing heavily, then she screamed, clutching her chest, then she burst into laughter so hard that she was grasping at her stomach with both hands.
“What’s the matter with you?” I asked her, shaking her by the shoulder.
“207,000?”
“And eight hundred and twenty fourth, yes. Why is that funny?”
She managed to gain ahold of herself. “No reason.”
“I am a prince. It is written. You are just a slave. You are in no position to laugh.”
“But I wasn’t always just a slave. I was once the heiress to a great fortune. And quite frankly, I’m sure if you traced my family line back, and drew up a giant family tree, I would probably be 200,000th in line to some throne back in Europe or somewhere.”
“I do not know this Europe. But you are a princess?”
“My dad always said I was. And he was a kind of merchant prince I suppose. A billionaire, we call them on earth.”
“Like those awful people on Minapolis. Obsessed with money instead of blood and honor.”
She shrugged. “Money gives you comfort and power. Blood just get you all messy.”
What a strange way of looking at the world she had.
She was roaming her hands over my body again. This time she swept her arm across my thigh, and then inwards, to grasp at the now turgid manifestation of my dragon. She squeezed it, and I felt myself coming back to life. It might be fun to have anothe
r go. It would stop her ridiculous questions.
“You’re insatiable.”
“I’m not insatiable, I just haven’t been sated yet. I wonder if you have the stamina. Now, how does this feel?” She tightened her grip around me. Then, her hand disappeared and she sat up again.
“What’s that?” She asked, her head cocked. Annoyed, I pricked my own ears. Would I have to discipline my crew?
She was right. There was a strange sound. A kind of whirring, vibrating noise. It was quickly followed by a loud bang, followed by two more.
I sat up urgently, my wing knocking her over on the bed. She peered up at me with a mild look of annoyance on her face, though slightly hopeful as well. She didn’t realize the seriousness of the situation.
Sounds like we had just heard were not what you wanted to hear on an intergalactic starship. Not if you had any interest in living longer than the next few seconds.
A warning klaxon began to sound, ringing loudly through the ship, including the speakers in the corner of my room.
“That’s not good, is it?” She had to yell to be heard over all the noise.
She was right. It wasn’t good. Not at all.
“Come!” I barked. I did not wait for her to respond, instead picking her up with one hand, pulling open my closet door, and throwing her inside. I slammed the heavy door shut behind her. I activated a control to the side of the door to seal it. There was a twin control inside, though she would not know about that.
No doubt she was complaining on the inside, but I couldn’t hear her. It was for her own good anyway. She was in one of the safest places on the ship.
What I had not realized then, though, was that she wouldn’t be aboard the ship for much longer.
With the klaxons seeming to ring ever louder, I rushed out of my quarters to get to the bridge.
Whatever disaster was unfolding, there couldn’t be much time left to save the ship and crew.