Stolen by the Warlord: A Sci-Fi Alien Warrior Romance (Ash Planet Warriors Book 1)

by V. K. Ludwig

  My feet lifted off the wet ground.

  Toagi carried me toward the yoni, lowered himself to the edge, then slipped us into the water. It prickled along my skin, warm and with a hint of minerals to it.

  “Do you want me now?” he asked. “Because I believe we are beyond ready for this, and your heat has passed.”

  “I want you.”

  “Fuck, you have no idea how my cock aches for your little kimi.” He glided me down along his body, whirled me around, and pressed my front against the edge of the yoni. “For almost a moon, I’ve fought my instincts. In the off-chance I’m falling into a rut, you will tell me the moment I’m too rough.”

  Nails digging into the stone, knuckles stiff, I nodded. There was no denying that I wanted this. Had wanted it for a while now but… not like this?

  I glanced over my shoulder, needed to see what was happening. “Toagi—”

  “Spread your legs.” His cock prodded at my entrance. “I can’t promise I’ll last long the first time.”

  Underneath the surface, his foot did it for me with a shove against my ankle. My soles slipped over algae. My fingers grabbed the stone tighter, chest heaving against the rough edge as panic flooded my system.

  I should have told him that I’d never taken anything this far before. So many opportunities, and not once did I bring it up. How could I possibly do so now? Toagi was right. For almost a moon, he’d stood by his word, controlling his urges, his instincts, often under pain.

  Breathing against the fear building at my core, I held still and stared at the puddle on the ground right before me. Braced for the pressure of his thick length, the force of his thrusts, perhaps even pain.

  None came.

  In fact, Toagi stilled behind me, his crown nudged at my entrance, his breathing choppy as if his control hung on a single thread. “You are scared of me. Why… why are you scared of me?”

  “I’m not scared of you,” I whispered, head shaking. “I’m scared of… this.”

  Even silence somehow echoed inside the yoni, interrupted only by the monotone drip-drip-drip from the ceiling. Each passing second felt like an eternity.

  Toagi’s chest swelled against my back as he inhaled. He held it for a second, two, three, then exhaled for however long it took him to turn me around, lift me out of the water, and plant me on the stone.

  His eyes held mine as he prodded my legs apart, grabbed my calves, and pulled me toward him until half my ass hung over the water. “You could have told me that you’re untried.”

  “I didn’t know ho…ohhw—” A languid stroke of his broad tongue over my folds made me choke on my words.

  His mouth covered the junction of my legs while his fingers dug into my thighs. Doubts, fear, tension… it all faded into the back of my mind while my head spun faster with each hot caress of his lips. He kissed me, there, with little suckles on my lower lips whenever his tongue didn’t dip inside.

  But when it did, he let it flick along my walls in divine pleasure. He buried his head deeper, letting his mouth ravage my pussy. His hand wandered from thigh to pubic bone before it slipped lower. Fingers played with my curls, the thin skin where my folds began, stroked along my clit—

  I gasped.

  He froze.

  His eyes blinked up at me, then at where his thumb rested beside my clit. He gently pushed against the little nub, prodded it, and, when I moaned, his lips hardened against my pussy with how he smiled. Pressing his fingers onto my clit, he stroked it with slow, deliberate circles, and pleasure coursed through me.

  He continued licking me, devouring me, and my clit throbbed once, twice. I rolled my hips against his mouth, too close to orgasm to do more than suck in tiny breaths. A wave of pleasure crept in from all sides, rolling toward where he suckled noisily, cresting until... it ebbed away.

  “Not yet.” One tug, and Toagi pulled me back into the water, slinging my legs around his waist with his tail.

  I might have mewled a little. “I was so close.”

  “So was I, but if I release now without your cunt squeezing down on that knot of mine, I might just burst.” One arm wrapped around my middle while the other grabbed my hip and moved me around until the pressure of his crown once more spread across my entrance. “Look at me, kunazay. Let me see my beautiful mate when I take her for the first time.”

  He held my gaze when he lowered me onto his shaft, wet fingers brushing over my eyebrows, down the length of my nose, along my jawline. Not a curve, dip, or valley was neglected as he caressed my face, and everything about this felt right.

  His lips parted more with each inch of progress he made as his thick cock fought untried muscle. “You’re so tight I’ll have to go very slow.”

  There was intense pressure, perhaps some burning, and minimal pain. Toagi took his time rocking in and out of me, lifting me a bit before he stroked deeper. When something much bigger, much wider prodded my entrance, I tensed.

  “Shh,” he hushed me and weaved his fingers through my hair to the back of my head, tugging my face against a chest that shook with his hum. “My ava is thick and swollen, but your tight kimi will draw my seed out, easing the way. Yeki?”

  I nodded as much as my muscles, already slackened by his hum, let me. “Yeki.”

  Engorged and impossibly big, his knot strained my walls as Toagi thrust inside. I whimpered at the stretching intrusion. So did he, fighting for every bit of progress no matter how small. His arms trembled, and yet he held me tighter.

  Whatever pain there was eased away, and each stroke of his cock replaced it with bliss. As soon as his whimpers turned to groans, he thrust faster, harder. Even surrounded by water, I sensed how the seed from his knot trickled from my pussy.

  “Do you feel this?” He nudged his pelvis tightly against me, lifting my ass in time with each roll of his hips. “My knot fills you so completely, kunazay. As long as we live, my seed will be only yours.”

  The harder he fucked me, the louder he hummed, and I arched to meet him thrust for thrust. Our zovazay flickered between us, invisible, undeniable, and intensified the more my lower belly convulsed. As if we shared a third heartbeat, it pulsated deep into my core, shook me bone-deep, and reached straight into my soul.

  My senses heightened.

  I gripped his horns.

  At his next thrust, a hot shudder started at my clit. It built, expanded, swelled, along with his knot. Every muscle, every tendon, every sinew in my body strung tight, and I dug my nails into his back as I came so hard I couldn’t breathe or moan or scream. Toagi staggered back, and a primal shout ripped from his throat.

  It drowned when water splashed around me, covering my cheeks, my nose. My eyes clenched shut. Hair floated around me. Bubbles tickled my nostrils. My lungs tightened until, with Toagi pulling me against his chest, we burst through the surface of the water.

  I sucked in air and wiped my strands back, blinking away the droplets from my eyes. “What was that?”

  Toagi coughed and heaved as his arm paddled us toward the edge of the yoni. His shoulders jerked, and his stomach muscles clenched whenever his chest curled under spasms. And yet he smiled, brushing his dark hair back between his horns, purple eyes searching for mine.

  “That was zovazay.” He pressed his forehead against mine, his cock still seated deep inside me even though we’d almost drowned. “We share in each other’s peaks of pleasure and reached them at the same time. I wasn’t prepared for that, I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” I said and leaned my head onto his shoulder as he waded through the yoni with us, his body still somewhat shaky. “First time sex. Two orgasms in one. I won’t complain.”

  “I know I demanded a lot of you, especially since you were untried. Had I known, I would have tried to take some of the swelling out of my ava. It will not always be like this.”

  My body slackened against the warrior who’d kidnapped me. “You stole half my soul, Toagi.”

  “And I would steal it again, after courting you,” he
whispered into my ear. “If I could, I would steal your heart as well, but I guess I’ll have to earn it instead.”

  Sixteen

  Toagi

  Ceangal rested her head in the crook of my neck, one leg draped over mine, and stroked her fingers over my chest. “When did you sense our bond?”

  “Shortly after I stung you.”

  I tugged the ushti fur covering us higher so she wouldn’t be cold inside the yoni. Several more padded the stone underneath us, where we’d rested for the night, exhausted from our first mating. And the second. And the third.

  My mate was a curious creature and loved learning all things Jal’zar: how to speak our language, how to fight with two knives, and how to take my cock. And how well she’d done it, milking my ava near empty.

  I pressed a kiss onto her hair, that bond sitting underneath my sternum quiet for once and at peace with the universe. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve never been with a male before?”

  “Well, at first, it wasn’t any of your business, and then it was embarrassing. I was too old to be a virgin, but my name scared half of the guys away, and the media took care of the other half.”

  “You should have told me, urizaya.” My mate was different, her cunt not built to take a swollen knot without effort. No doubt she was sore now. “I’m not very experienced myself.”

  At that, she lifted her head and raised a brow at me. “Didn’t feel like it.”

  “Do you think many females in my tribe wanted to risk the bastard pursuing them, hmm?” I tapped against my chest. “Zovazay showed me what you liked, and the way you moaned whenever I touched that button thing taught me the rest.”

  “Clit.”

  “Yes, that thing.”

  A soft laugh feathered across my chest. “Is that why you didn’t take an urizaya before?”

  “If I wasn’t good enough for them as a bastard, they’re not good enough for me as my urizaya.”

  “That’s harsh.” Perhaps she’d sensed some lingering dismay over it because she lifted herself up and kissed me. “On them and yourself.”

  Her words reached deep, and my mind recalled how I’d held her in my arms the night I claimed her. How she’d seemed too good for someone like me, and yet, not once had she belittled me. Had never considered me less worthy because of my questionable breeding, almost as if it had never even crossed her mind.

  In a way, Ceangal was the female I’d waited for, who came to accept me no matter what others called me. Never in my life would I have thought I would find it in the woman I’d stolen. And, by Mekara, I didn’t want to lose her. Name, title, tribe… it all meant so little compared to how she felt in my arms.

  Like family.

  Like belonging.

  Something I never had.

  “I brought something for you.” From the pouch beside me, I pulled the jobesh gem, gesturing her to take her necklace off. “Ever since I was little, I told myself I would one day give it to my kunazay, if Mekara blessed me with one. I believe it belonged to my mother.”

  Her lips parted, and she hesitated for a moment before she strung the socket onto her golden chain. “What do you mean by you believe it belonged to your mother?”

  “My father gave it to me without saying a word, but it was the first time he’d kept my gaze longer than a few breaths, so it must mean something. It’s beautiful regardless.”

  She clasped the white stone between her fingers, and stared at the golden particles that weaved through it. “This means a lot to me.”

  As much as I appreciated the joy in her voice, pain lingered on the undertone. Ceangal was worth dying for, but I very much wanted to stay alive because of it. And how would I do that?

  I pushed myself up to sit and pressed my forehead against hers, staring into eyes that glistened with unshed tears. “We will ride back to the tribe. Once the sun sets, Nafir, Uresha, you, and I will sit down and talk. We will find a solution to this.”

  “I don’t want to leave you. I’m not even sure anymore if I could, but if I don’t, Katedo will come for you,” she said, and my heart ached. Katedo would come no matter what. “Because I’m here with you, with no child, this whole situation will get worse. I feel terrible.”

  “Don’t, Ceangal. That his warbands are after me is a result of my actions, not yours. My plan failed because it was flawed.”

  And yet, she sniffled a little. “I feel… more like myself around you, Toagi. More capable, less broken.”

  “Nothing on you is broken, and you are more than capable.”

  Perhaps one of the things I appreciated most about her. As much as I enjoyed watching her teach the children of our tribe, or how she let the females teach her how to weave nabus, I loved her perseverance. Loved how she sweated and bruised during sparring, but never complained.

  I stroked her cheek, relishing the way she sunk into my touch. “We will figure something out because there’s no way I’m letting you go. I have half your soul; you have half of mine.”

  My mate nuzzled my face, scenting me. “We should consult Mayala as well. She knows Katedo.”

  And was loyal to him. “I don’t like her.”

  “She said you’re a decent leader.”

  Maybe I liked her a bit better now. “Let’s pack our stuff, and I’ll think about it. You roll up the furs while I get Canja ready.”

  After I put my loincloth on, I climbed through the fissure in the rock. Outside, the wind had picked up significantly, throwing grit against my calves while ash clouded the sight of the plains. Gusts this strong weren’t supposed to arrive for another ten suns.

  Canja had found shelter between two boulders, where she rested with all paws outstretched. As soon as I grabbed her wool saddle from the tree branch beside, she looked up and slowly rose. She shook, sending a puff of dirt into the air before she trudged over.

  “Good girl,” I said, brushed the remaining dust from her back, and threw the saddle on her. “Back at the tree, you’ll get a few suns off before we—”

  A tailclaw cut through my vision.

  Pressure grabbed my neck and tightened until my skin ached, and heat flared across my face. Canja jumped sideways. I grabbed behind me, hands frantically searching. Fingertips collided with rough horns.

  I grabbed them.

  I bent my knees.

  I pulled the Jal’zar over my shoulder, and he hit the ground with a thud and a groan. My heart throbbed inside my ears, and yet the blood slowed in my veins, turned frigid and thick as he tightened the grip of his tail around my neck.

  “Filthy bastard.” With a snarl, he whirled around, and its force ripped my feet off the ground.

  I choked.

  My mind dizzied.

  Grit chafed my skin raw as his tail dragged me across the ground until—

  Bam.

  My back clashed against the tree trunk.

  Foliage rained down on me.

  Numbness spread across my face.

  “My urizayo wants you alive,” he growled low, and his tail eased enough I sucked in air. “By Mekara, I am tempted to drag you behind my mount until—”

  I slung my tail around his ankle.

  I pulled.

  With a backflip, I thrust myself into the air and grabbed the branch above me. His tail, still loosely draped around my neck, tugged and twitched. Pain crept into my spine. With my feet wrapped around the trunk, I angled my knees and threw myself at him.

  Our bodies collided.

  He hit the ground.

  I landed atop him.

  The moment I brought my tailclaw to his temple, he rammed his horns into my chest. Something seared along my ribs. The world turned. A rock poked into my spine as he wrestled me onto my back, tail once more pulling tight around my neck.

  Anger put a twitch into my nostrils.

  We struggled against each other with horns, limbs, and tails, both containing our full strength. He couldn’t kill me. I didn’t want him dead either, if only because he might prove helpful—

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p; A jerk seized his body.

  He stared down at his chest.

  At where the red tip of a blade protruded, letting his blood trickle onto my stomach. His body shook, and his lips trembled, but only until a second blade came from behind and cut his throat. Blood gushed in all directions.

  Ceangal pushed him sideways off me, where the scout hit the dirt twitching. His blood pooled dark red on the ash, and the ground sucked it up greedily. Another puddle formed around his hips as he pissed himself, until his body slowly stilled, and his life breath returned to Mekara.

  My kunazay kneeled beside me, heaving, her voice choked and hoarse because she’d likely sensed all of this. “Are you okay?”

  No, I wasn’t okay.

  Uncontrolled flickers fired along my muscles, and everything inside me tensed. I’d needed this scout alive, but I kept it to myself. In the shock of the moment, Ceangal might not have thought that the scout would not kill me. She’d reacted like a warrior trained to wield two Jal’zar daggers.

  My heart gave one massive whomp.

  She’d reacted like my kunazay.

  “You did well.” I rose and helped her up, stroking my fingers across her neck. “Are you in pain?”

  She nodded. “My throat. I couldn’t breathe and panicked.”

  “There are certain drawbacks to zovazay, which is why bonded pairs often learn to fight together in closed formation. Either that or they bring distance between them.”

  She took one of the waterskins dangling from my chest holster, which strapped around her torso. From the ground, she picked up one of the furs, unrolled it, poured water over it, and cleaned me of blood.

  “Was that one of Katedo’s?” she asked, jutting her chin toward the corpse.

  “One of Razgar’s scouts.” One that shouldn’t have been out here. Not on this side, and not this close to my tribe. “He usually sends his scouts in groups of two. There’s another one nearby, and we need to capture him alive.”