by Sara Fields
“Give me that wet little cunt,” Zane demanded boldly, and I shivered at the shamelessness in his tone. He grabbed onto my hips as I ground into him, milking his length with my pussy. He kissed me, swallowing my screams of passion as I came.
He made me ride him hard. He wasn’t gentle in the slightest. In that moment, I was his and he was going to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body that he could. His palms drifted backwards, cupping the cheeks of my freshly whipped ass. I cried out from the pain at first, only after a few seconds, it turned into a pleasure that shook me to the very core.
“Fuck, I can’t take any more,” I pleaded.
“You’ll take it everything I give you, little human,” Zane said darkly and in response, my pussy tightened greedily around his cock. Just when I had finally gotten used to his size, I could feel him lengthen within me. Not only that, his girth began to grow too.
“I’m going to punish this naughty cunt all I want,” he growled, and I moaned forlornly, resigning myself to however many more orgasms he would force from my body. His cock stretched my entrance painfully, but in the most delicious way possible. My thighs trembled and squeezed around his waist. He held me firmly down, making me take every last painful inch and as much as I wanted it to stop, I couldn’t deny I needed it. I adored him for it.
My hips rocked back and forth, taking his cock deep. It felt as though we were one and he groaned low beneath me and ripples of desire cascaded through me. My pussy clenched around him and he shuddered hard, before I felt his seed spurt up inside me.
His cum was hot and I came again. I’d lost count of just how many times I orgasmed, but it didn’t matter. My eyes rolled back in my head and knives of scorching, fiery pleasure pierced through me.
“Fuck. Zane,” I keened, and he growled, pumping his hips up as I shattered into a million little pieces on top of him. I couldn’t control the movements of my body anymore. My back arched, and my own hips moved wildly against his. My fingers dug into my thighs and I flung my head back, shaking with my orgasm.
My pleasure seemed to go on and on. I was far gone, lost in my own world of decadent shameful desire and I didn’t care. I needed this. I wanted this and I was going to enjoy every last moment until I collapsed from exhaustion.
Chapter Seven
Zane
She was the most gorgeous thing I had ever fucking seen as she rode my cock to sweet oblivion. Her reddish-brown hair cascaded down her back, shining in the sun like a god damn horse’s mane. I wanted to wrap every strand around my fist and pull it hard, forcing her to take every last drop of my seed.
Her pussy took all of my cock beautifully. She was so tight. I couldn’t get enough of her gorgeous body. I could fuck her day after day and never tire of it. Not one bit.
The bliss painted all over her face was perfection. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head as she experienced the ecstasy that I’d given her. Her sounds were driving me wild, and despite the fact that I’d come once already, I was already as hard as a rock for her again. Panting, trying desperately to draw in air, she clawed at her thighs and I grabbed her wrists, pressing her fingers against my chest instead.
She tightened her fingers and I felt her tiny human nails scratch at my chest.
Damn. So fucking perfect.
Her body moved gracefully like a dancer, her hips rolling on top of mine as though she was a snake. I closed my eyes and envisioned her pale curvy ass, striped from the lash of my belt and I groaned, low in my throat. She shivered on top of me and I grinned with victory. Her pussy clenched tight around my cock as she found her peak and my breath ripped from my chest with hot desire.
The moment she began to come down from her orgasm, her lips tipped up in a tiny smile and her eyes squeezed shut with sheer satisfaction. Her cheeks were flushed with her arousal and her nipples were hard as diamonds as she continued to ride me, more slowly now and I enjoyed it all. I watched as she struggled to catch her breath. She lifted one palm and pressed it to her chest, likely trying to calm the insanity of her heartbeat.
I sat up and pulled her body toward mine, pressing my lips to her forehead. Her body shone with sweat and it only made her look even more beautiful to me. Eyes dilated, lips plump, she was the perfect picture of desire.
And she was mine. Ours. To share and protect.
I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her body heat against mine and I knew that no one could ever measure up to her after this. She was the one. The only one for me. Every other woman I’d ever taken over my knee or whipped with my belt or fucked paled in comparison to the little human in my arms at that moment. I knew then that no other woman would ever satisfy me the way Kaela did. She didn’t know it yet, but I was never going to leave her side again. She was never going to get rid of me. Of any of us.
Her breath was ragged against my ear as I petted the top of her head, dragging my fingers through her hair as she sighed happily, clearly satisfied.
My cock twitched inside her and a breathy giggle escaped her lips.
She’d done so well today. Even when she’d known I was going to whip her disobedient little ass, she hadn’t shied away from me. She’d remained as strong as ever and had taken every lash with a grace I hadn’t expected from her.
She was a human. I had known her sisters were strong, but Kaela, she was a whole different story. I’d seen her take a punishment by my hand, and she hadn’t begged for mercy a single time. I’d broken women with so much less.
Kaela was a prize worthy of no one but us.
“Zane,” she whispered quietly, her voice hoarse and thick with pleasure.
“That’s a good girl,” I replied. “Just relax. We’ll take care of you now.”
Slowly, I lifted her off my dick and she cried softly at the loss of contact. I drew her in closer on my lap and she snuggled her head into my shoulder.
We stayed like that for a while. The other men eventually began to pack up camp and prepare to carry on with our journey. When she was ready, Kaela stirred in my arms and lifted her eyes to mine, her gaze full of warm sweetness that left me craving another delicious bite. I saw her strength and energy begin to return. Standing up with her in my arms, I helped her to rise by my side. My seed dripped down her thighs, lavender purple against the white paleness of her skin. In places where it had dried, her flesh sparkled in the sunlight and I brushed my fingers against them. They didn’t rub off. I hadn’t seen anything like it before.
She sighed softly with pleasure.
I helped her pull on her clothes. Panties. Bra. Shirt. Pants. Socks and boots. When I pulled her jeans up over her waist, she hissed softly as the fabric pressed against the still fiery red welts on her ass. I pressed my lips against one and she shuddered with desire. When she was fully dressed, I laced an arm around her waist, holding her steady as she stood beside me.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly, and I nodded in response.
She pulled her shoulders back and lifted her head, radiating beauty, strength, and perfection. Fuck. So damn gorgeous.
I moved to help the other men prepare for our departure. It didn’t take us long to get ready after that and within ten minutes or so, the five of us were on the road again.
* * *
We pushed hard for most of the day, moving as quickly as possible. Kaela did well, better than I had expected in fact. She should tire faster, since she was human, but every time I looked back at her, she was moving just as quickly as we were. Now, we were quite far from the area where the trackers had detected Kaela’s existence and that pleased me immensely. Along the way, she was quiet, but calm. I noticed that she didn’t look like a trapped bird in a cage anymore. She didn’t scan from side to side, looking for an out or the next nearest escape. It seemed as though she had accepted our protection, at least for now. Good.
Tavik met my eyes and gave a curt nod of approval. He’d noticed the change in her too.
Tavik had always been a strong leader
. When we’d been in the Vakarran army long ago, we’d have followed his orders through anything, even if it had meant certain death. He was strong, calm in the face of danger, and he never made a decision without thinking it through from every possible angle. Since we’d been exiled, Valdus, Caleb, and I still deferred to his guidance even though he was no longer technically in command, at least according to traditional Vakarran roles. After we left, we’d established our own rules and one of those was that he continued to lead us, wherever we happened to go. We’d procured our own ship after Tavik had haggled with a group of wealthy allies and we’d started our own shipping business, moving products across the galaxy for both reputable and disreputable customers. Tavik had led us to have comfortable lives and enough money to where we could buy whatever we wished. We’d done so well in such a short span of time that we had begun cutting down on the shipping trips we accepted. Instead, we had begun traveling the galaxy at our leisure. It had been a fulfilling life, but I think we’d all come to the conclusion that we were ready for something new.
When he’d first come to us, looking to get revenge on Nix, none of us had batted an eye. In fact, we’d jumped at the chance. We all hated the bastard for what he’d done to us, Tavik most of all. He’d lost the most out of all of us.
Nix hadn’t only banished us, but he’d taken Tavik’s mother too.
In typical Vakarran culture, most sons were taken from their mothers and had little sense of a family life. I never even met my mother, and neither had Caleb and Valdus. We’d all been brought up by our fathers and shown the way of the military from a young age. The Vakarrans were conquerors and that’s just how it was, for most of us anyway.
Tavik hadn’t been raised that way. His father, despite abducting his mother from another planet, had allowed her to raise him. Not long after Tavik came of age and began his mandatory term in the Vakarran military at the age of eighteen, his father died, leaving his mother a widow. Tavik loved her and he’d used his position in the military to care for her, but when we’d refused to execute the Andromedan women, Nix decided to punish her too.
He’d captured her. Sold her off into slavery on some planet somewhere. He’d never told Tavik where. Tavik couldn’t wait to get his hands on Nix, and the three of us wanted to help him do it.
Nix was going to rue the day he wronged us.
“I think we’ve gone far enough out of our way to figure out whether or not any of the trackers followed us. Since there haven’t been any signs, we can turn back toward Atlanta safely now, boys,” Tavik said, using our telepathic bond to relay orders and breaking me out from my dark thoughts of revenge on the man who wronged us.
“I haven’t seen anything on the radar to suggest otherwise,” Valdus offered.
“Nor have I,” Caleb added.
“Let’s not be too rash. I think we should give it one more day before making our way straight back. These woods make me hesitant to rush into anything,” I said. Tavik looked back to me, his brows furrowed.
“Plus, it’ll give us more time to get to know our woman,” I added lightheartedly and Tavik chuckled.
“Haven’t you had enough of that delicious cunt today, Zane?” he smirked.
“Never,” I replied, grinning like a madman. They all chuckled along with me.
“We’ll camp for tonight. Tomorrow then, we make straight for Atlanta,” Tavik ordered.
“Agreed,” we all replied.
Kaela wasn’t aware of anything we said. The Vakarrans guarded the fact that we could communicate without words pretty closely, so it wasn’t a surprise that she wouldn’t know about it either. She was perceptive enough though and she lifted her head, looking around at the four of us, almost like she could sense that she had missed something. Her fingers twitched, before brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
“What is it?” she asked.
“We think we’ve lost the trackers for good. We make for Atlanta tomorrow,” Tavik said out loud and a spark of fire ignited in her eyes. His green eyes studied hers and he smiled softly, his expression warming considerably.
“How far is it then?” she asked.
“Two, maybe three days’ walk. We’ve gone off track quite a way, ensuring that we didn’t lead the trackers and any resulting patrols straight to the Resistance,” Tavik responded.
“Good. I want to see my sisters. After all, I want to see if you are telling the truth or not,” she said, while continuing on in front of Tavik. She brushed by him, her shoulder bumping into him and he stiffened, but let her go.
Feisty little thing she was, that Kaela.
Vakarran culture told us that we were supposed to break our women of such behavior. That any hint of defiance deserved to be beaten out of them and subdued, but I knew that wasn’t going to work with Kaela. She was different. Stronger, intelligent, a true challenge. One who deserved the attentions of all four of us.
She didn’t need weak men. She needed men who rose to the challenge to both keep her in line and allow her the freedom to be the incredible individual I knew her to be.
We were those men and we were going to enjoy every last second of it. I had no doubt that she would too.
Chapter Eight
Kaela
We continued on our journey that day and I couldn’t help but notice how strong I felt. Despite hours of walking, I didn’t feel tired. In fact, I felt like I could continue for hours longer. I didn’t get winded. My legs never felt the exertion. It felt as though I could run for miles. For periods of time, I even felt as I could see better than I ever could before. Even hear better. It began to unnerve me. I could see deep into the woods, with a clarity I definitely hadn’t ever experienced. Sounds were clearer than ever. The song of a nearby bird or the chirp of a grasshopper hummed in my ears. I pondered what it was. I could sense if an animal was close, before seeing even it, or hearing it for that matter. The first time, it was a rabbit. The second time, a fox and the third time, a squirrel. All these changes unnerved me.
I lifted my hand, noticing a glittering area on my palm. I rubbed my thumb against it and it didn’t come off. It was similar to the places on my inner thighs that I’d seen earlier today, when Zane had helped me to dress. I chewed my lip. Staring at it for a moment longer, I lifted it to my lips and dragged my tongue against my flesh. It tasted faintly of berries. It tasted like Tavik.
Those were the same places that my Vakarran captors’ seed had marked my skin. There was no way that was a coincidence. Maybe it was doing something to my senses, making me stronger, more resilient. Maybe it was doing something to me, changing me into something like them.
I wondered if it would last.
When we camped for that night, I casually inspected myself by the red lamp. It was something the Caleb had brought out, which worked similarly to a campfire, although it wasn’t as obvious and provided just as much warmth. My thighs still glittered in its light, evidence of our lovemaking from that morning.
Interesting.
I tried not to give it too much thought as I readied for bed, instead trying to think of what I would say when I saw my sisters again. I missed them. It had been so long since I’d seen them. Alaina and Danika were supposedly safe with the Resistance, with their own entourage of four Vakarrans, but Tavik had said little about Kira except she was somewhere in space on the ISS Starrider. I wondered if I’d ever see her again. I hoped I would.
Valdus sat next to me, placing his palm on top of my hand.
“You seem so far away tonight,” he murmured softly.
“I’m thinking of my family is all,” I answered. Caleb joined us, and I smiled a little at his arrival.
“But you’re also trying to figure out if this is some elaborate ruse, aren’t you,” he asked.
Caleb was more perceptive than I realized. I’d have to be more careful in the future. But, maybe he and Valdus could tell me something more.
“My sisters, Alaina and Danika, they’re with the Resistance then?” I pressed. Tavik had told me mo
st of what happened, that Alaina’s Vakarrans had abandoned their army for her, just like Danika’s. That my sisters were happy, and the men were caring for them like they were their queens, but I still found it incredibly hard to believe.
Even since the aliens arrived, I’d heard nothing but bad things about them. How they bred their women and beat them into submission. How they killed anyone who stood in their path. It had made me angry and had been a big reason why my sisters and I had worked so hard to avoid them for so long. We had succeeded for ten years, but the Vakarrans had proved to be stronger than we’d realized.
I’d underestimated these four myself.
It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to assume that the Fourth Battalion had a secondary mission. Tavik and the others had said that my sisters had angered the Vakarran leaders. I wouldn’t put it past them to have a secondary mission, to capture me alive and deliver me to their superiors, who would in turn make an example out of me. Maybe kill me or torture me in order to teach their slaves what happens when a human defies them.
I shivered and Valdus took my hand in his. He didn’t say anything then, he just held it. I turned to look at him and he met my eyes.
I couldn’t deny the caring warmth in those depths.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they were telling the truth. Did I dare trust them though?
Twice, I’d defied them. Twice, they’d punished me for it and still, I was standing, just as strong as ever. Sure, Zane had whipped my ass with his belt, but they hadn’t really hurt me in any way. Even now, thinking about the events that happened after they disciplined, I could feel my pussy clenching in excitement. There was no denying it. I’d enjoyed what they’d done to me, even though it had hurt. Every last second of it.
Maybe they weren’t so bad after all.
Caleb put his hand on my thigh then and squeezed it, breaking me out of my thoughts.