by Luna Voss
“You said you find me handsome,” Drokal says to me, looking relaxed as I stroke his beard.
“I do find you handsome,” I reply.
“Is that common? For human women to find Kyrzon males attractive?”
I take a moment to formulate an answer. “I don’t know,” I say finally. “It certainly isn’t talked about. I think most humans are more intimidated by Kyrzons than anything.” I run my fingers through his facial hair, thinking about it. “But I’ll bet it’s more common than anyone thinks, even if no one will admit it. Kyrzons are very similar to human men, only bigger and stronger. Generally, human women find it attractive when a man is big and strong.”
Drokal laughs. “Human men are not big and strong.”
I grin. “Not compared to you.”
He raises his eyebrows. “So, human, does that mean you find me attractive?”
“I’ve already told you that I find you attractive,” I laugh. “I think you’re a very handsome Kyrzon. And surprisingly gentle with me, despite your strength.”
“Did you not think that I would be gentle?” Drokal asks.
I hesitate. “Honestly, no. It had never occurred to me that a Kyrzon would treat my body so delicately. I had imagined it being much rougher.”
“I am glad I did not hurt you,” he says. “I tried very hard to be gentle. It required much effort to restrain myself.”
Something about that gets me excited. In the naughty way.
“I mean, you could probably stand to be a little less gentle,” I tell him, biting my lip. “Sometimes, human women like it when a man is rough with them.”
“You know this from experience?” he asks.
“I know this from watching Earth movies,” I admit, blushing.
“Movies?” repeats Drokal, frowning.
I realize that Kyrzons probably don’t have movies. “Movies are… Never mind,” I say, suppressing a laugh. “It doesn’t matter. All I mean is, I’ve heard it can be fun when a man shows you that he’s in charge.”
“I am in charge,” says Drokal with a chuckle. “I’m the chief.”
I lean in closer, until my lips are only inches from his (a move I learned from an Earth movie, thank you very much), and whisper my next words to him in the most sensuous voice I can muster:
“When you take me back to your tent tonight, I don’t want you to hold back.”
Drokal returns my gaze with hunger. He opens his mouth to say something, and then, with a sudden decisiveness, he simply puts his hand on the back of my head and pulls me into a deep kiss.
I gasp in surprise, even as my body melts against him eagerly. I kiss him back with a passion, instantly turned on. He starts to grope me, one of his hands finding the curve of my ass and gripping it possessively.
I can’t believe we’re doing this out in the middle of the wilderness, in plain view of the camp. The wide open space around us, not to mention the Kyrzon warriors nearby, are so foreign to me, having grown up in New Sutter. Until recently, everything about this situation would have been cause for me to fear.
Now, though, I find myself pressing my body against Drokal’s, the world around me fading away. I feel so safe with him, as though nothing could ever interrupt us. I want to feel him inside me again. I want a repeat of the pleasure and excitement from last night.
I feel Drokal’s hand sliding up my leg under my dress, and I inhale. I’m still not used to being touched like that. Butterflies dance in my stomach as his hand moves upwards, my most intimate places aching for his touch. I gasp as his fingers reach my crotch.
“You are wet again,” he whispers to me. “Does this mean you are excited?”
“Yes,” I tell him, blushing. “Couldn’t you tell?”
Drokal grins. “I had some idea. You are not as hard to read as I might have thought.”
I glance up at the camp. The warriors are finished assembling the tents now, and they all stand on the other side of the hill, every one of them facing away from us.
“They will not to interrupt,” says Drokal. “They will stand there all night if that is how long we take to mate.”
I laugh. “Why don’t we go into your tent,” I suggest, shivering in the cool air. “We can give your poor soldiers a rest.”
He looks back at me with a glint in his eye. “As you wish, pretty human. And then you’re going to find out what it’s like to get fucked by a Kyrzon war chief.”
Chapter Fourteen
I had expected Drokal and I to walk to his tent together. Instead, the chief picks me up and carries me. There’s a certain dominance to his behavior that I haven’t experienced before, and it excites me greatly. I’m helpless in his arms as he carries me, with no choice but to yield to his incredible strength.
Drokal carries me through the night until we reach his tent in the middle of the camp. He throws the flap open and we’re greeted by the smell of smoke as we enter. The fire has already been lit, bathing us in orange light. The chief places me down on the furred ground and his fingers scramble at my dress, trying to pull it off.
I gasp, helping him with the tie at the back, and a moment later I’m wearing nothing but my underwear. My skin looks smooth and soft in the firelight, and Drokal gazes at me, pure desire in his eyes.
“You are mine,” he snarls, pulling me into an overpowering kiss. He dominates me with his mouth, hands moving up and down my body, grasping at every inch of me. I surrender myself to him, moaning as he practically devours me.
“My fucking woman,” I hear him growl as he pulls his lips away from my mouth and begins to kiss my neck. His hands fondle my breasts, desirous and urgent. I feel Drokal’s knee begin to pry mine apart, his thigh finding a comfortable home in the space between my legs. I grind myself against him in a heat, my body aching for more stimulation.
I want him so badly it hurts.
Drokal grabs my ass, pushing my hips against him, causing me to moan. I bury my head in his chest, overwhelmed by how good it feels.
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice almost breaking. This is insanely pleasurable. Like humping my pillow at home, only a hundred times better. I can already tell I’m going to come from this. I keep rubbing myself against his thigh, the pleasure mounting.
Drokal keeps his hands on my ass as my hips begin to shake. The feeling of grinding against him turns white-hot, and pleasure shoots through me. I cry out, my body trembling.
He watches me come with glee on his face, still pushing my hips against him. When my orgasm fades, he smiles at me, then gives my ass a playful little slap.
“I didn’t know females could climax in that way,” he says. “I haven’t even been inside you yet.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about females,” I reply with a smile.
He looks back at me with brutish intention on his face. “Well, here’s one thing I do know: I’m going to claim your little cunt and put a baby in you,” he growls.
Oh my.
Drokal flips me over, bending me over in front of him and pulling down my panties. His fingers explore my soft folds, spreading my wetness around my entrance.
“Mine,” says Drokal from behind me, grabbing my cheeks and spreading me open. I feel his cock sliding around for just a second, and then he pushes himself inside.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp as he stretches me open. He’s so big. He feels even bigger than he did last night.
Drokal grunts in pleasure as he begins to thrust. “You feel so good, Cleo,” he gasps. “Your body is so warm and wet and tight for me.”
I’m moaning too hard to form a response. This is different from last night. This is primal. It’s like Drokal is absolutely having his way with me, enjoying my body exactly the way he wants to.
Drokal keeps thrusting his huge cock inside me, and each stroke brings me a greater burst of pleasure than the last. I feel my body expanding to make room for him, his thrusts growing less gentle, more fevered. He keeps thrusting faster and faster, and soon, I feel another orgasm building in
side me.
“You’re going to make me come again,” I moan. “Drokal, please don’t stop.”
“Come for me, human,” he growls, thrusting even harder. “I want you to come with my big Kyrzon cock inside you.”
My whole body trembles as another climax rips through me. I grasp at the furs on the ground, my mouth open in a silent moan. I can feel Drokal’s hands gripping my ass, his grunts low and animalistic.
“Yes,” he groans. “Your body feels so good. It feels so fucking good.”
I shudder, pleasure still coursing through me. “Keep fucking me,” I moan. “I want you to cum inside me and get me pregnant.”
The words escape before I even mean to say them, revealing an urge I didn’t consciously realize I had. Drokal keeps thrusting into me, my orgasm continuing, until I feel his cock stiffen and start to twitch.
He roars as his cock pulses inside me, filling me once again with his sticky cum. His thrusts grow weaker and weaker until he goes still, and I feel his cock twitching as he squirts the last of his cum into my pussy.
I collapse, resting my head on the ground, the memory of what I said to him as I was orgasming playing over and over again in my mind: “I want you to cum inside me and get me pregnant.”
I didn’t mean to say that. I didn’t even realize I wanted that.
But I did say it.
And I did mean it.
Try as I might to ignore the fact, there’s clearly something within me, something I don’t even understand, that wants Drokal’s seed to take hold.
Well, fuck.
Drokal pulls out, and we curl up together, snuggling. Eventually, one of the warriors approaches to leave a platter of food outside the tent, and Drokal gets up to collect it. We sit together with the food in between us, both of us smiling, the eye contact intimate. I feel his cum leaking out of me as we eat, and the sensation thrills me.
I look up from my plate and see him watching me, obvious affection on his face. I lean forward to plant a kiss on his nose, and he laughs.
Maybe being Drokal’s mate wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
* * *
I awake the next morning curled up in Drokal’s arms, feeling warm and comfortable and safe.
The way Drokal always makes me feel.
I watch the chief as he sleeps, and I’m surprised by the level of affection I feel for him. Over the course of the last two days, my feelings for him have completely changed. Now, instead of a brute, I see a man. A man who is strong and fierce, but also gentle, and kind, and caring.
A man I could learn to love.
I give his chest a little kiss as I lie there, waiting for him to wake.
For the first time in a long while, I feel happy and optimistic about the life I have ahead of me.
Chapter Fifteen
We ride on, and the weather starts to get colder as we near Drokal territory. Soon, I can see my breath, and the trees and grass around us are dusted in frost. I shiver in my thin dress, and Drokal wraps me up in a warm cloak made of tusk-bear fur.
“This cloak is gigantic!” I laugh, positively drowning in the thick, fuzzy garment.
“It is made for a Kyrzon male,” he says, amused. “When we reach Castle Drok, I will have one made for you that fits appropriately.”
“Castle Drok?” I ask. It’s the first time I’ve heard that term.
“Our home base,” Chief Drokal clarifies. “The fortress from which I rule over my territory. In the settlement that serves as our clan’s capital.”
I nod, thinking. I’d never even considered what a permanent Kyrzon settlement would be like. Living in Human Territory, it’s easy to think of them as marauding nomads. But apparently, this clan has settlements. They even have a capital city.
Watching the scenery around me is fascinating. We’re in a forest now, and there are so many plants and trees and animals that I don’t recognize. Overhead fly great winged creatures, much larger than the ones I’ve seen around New Sutter. In the trees, I see furry white animals that scamper around and seem to watch us as we ride. I take it all in, mesmerized. Just in the last few days, I’ve already seen more variety of life on this planet than I ever realized existed.
“Are there predators in this area?” I ask nervously as I see the bushes around us rustling.
“Many,” he replies. “But none that presently bring us any danger. There is safety in numbers. Were we traveling alone, we would be at greater risk.”
As if to underscore his point, I hear a tusk-bear roar in the distance. None of the warriors react to the sound.
Reassured, I resume watching the world around me with curiosity. It’s getting warmer now, the afternoon sun starting to peek through the trees. The frost around us is beginning to melt, steam rising up from the ground, illuminated brilliantly by the beams of sunlight. It almost looks magical.
“The woods are beautiful, aren’t they?” says Drokal, rubbing my shoulders.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Very.”
“We’re almost home,” he tells me, giving me a squeeze. “We will reach Drokal territory in a couple of hours.”
* * *
A couple of hours later, the trees begin to thin, and I see another group of Kyrzon warriors in the distance. I point them out to Drokal, but he just smiles.
“Those are my warriors,” he tells me. “They’re here to escort us to the Capital.”
“Does that mean that we’re in Drokal territory?” I ask.
“We’ve been in Drokal territory for the last hour. Now we approach Castle Drok.”
I start to see signs of habitation as we exit the woods. Stacks of rocks. The stumps of felled trees. And soon, structures. Tents. Wooden shacks. A little more rustic than the dwellings we have in Human Territory, but dwellings all the same. They look warm and comfortable, as though they’re built to withstand the cold.
I see Kyrzons watching us as we ride through the township. Tentatively at first, as though they don’t know if they’re allowed to look, but soon they grow more obvious about it, some of them staring at me openly.
“Are they allowing themselves to look at me because they can see the warriors riding with us are not avoiding it?” I ask, curious. I’m fascinated by this Kyrzon custom.
“That’s right,” says Drokal. “They take their cues from the soldiers who accompanied me to the auction. It would be obvious if they were not allowed to look.”
I sit up straight in the saddle of the tusk-ox, unnerved at having so many eyes on me. It’s obvious that the Clan Drokal warriors are not used to seeing human women. I scan my gaze over them, and every single face I see is that of a Kyrzon male.
“Do you have women in Clan Drokal?” I ask. “Kyrzon women, I mean.”
“Yes,” says Drokal. “Most of them live in Castle Drok. Kyrzon women are revered as warriors, and occupy a place of great status in our society. You will meet some of them soon, no doubt.”
We both turn as a group of warriors approaches us, and Drokal and I dismount. The tallest one of them walks up to Drokal, his face serious, and the two Kyrzons hug.
“Brother,” Drokal rumbles as they break the embrace. He gestures to me. “Kalish, this is Cleopatra, my mate. Cleo, this is my brother, Kalish. He has been in charge in my stead while I attended the auction.”
I hold out my hand to shake with Kalish, and he gives me a funny look. Of course, I think, feeling silly. Of course the Kyrzons don’t shake hands.
“Welcome to our home, Cleopatra,” Kalish greets me. He turns to Drokal, looking grim. “Brother, I must bring you unwelcome news. One of our patrols to the east was just attacked by Clan Broga. Word came shortly before you arrived.”
The warriors around us grunt in anger. Drokal draws himself up, looking furious. “Where did this happen?” he snarls.
“Over by Marl Rock,” says Kalish. “Would you like me to lead a party to investigate?”
“I will lead the party myself,” Drokal growls, clutching his sword. “Kalish, take Cleo
patra to Castle Drok and make sure that she’s comfortable.” He addresses the tusk-ox riders closest to us, remounting his own steed: “Clan Broga dares to attack us, and we will not lie down. Warriors, it has been a long journey, but I must ask one more thing of you. To Marl Rock! We ride!”
Before I know it, I’m watching my new mate ride off with a cohort of other Kyrzon fighters. I now stand in an unfamiliar settlement, surrounded by alien warriors I do not know, watching as my only source of comfort in this new world disappears into the distance.
Kalish turns to me. “Come, Cleopatra, and I will take you to Castle Drok.”
Chapter Sixteen
Drokal’s brother Kalish leads me through the Kyrzon settlement in the direction of Castle Drok. I follow, feeling the eyes on me of every Kyrzon we pass. I keep my head high and my gaze forward.
I see something large in the distance, which I assume must be the castle. As we get closer and I am able to make out its shape, a realization hits me:
It’s a spaceship.
Not the same as Fort Sutter, but clearly a ship nonetheless. It’s somewhat smaller, although it looks like it could still hold several hundred people. The design is familiar. This ship and the one back home seem to be related, as though they came from the same manufacturer. Perhaps it is a captured human vessel? This one seems more militarized, with multiple laser cannons just like ours positioned on every side.
I look to Kalish as we approach, but he continues walking forward stoically. Okay then.
We reach the entrance, where two spearmen are standing guard. They bow their heads at Kalish and allow us to pass, both of them stealing glances at me.
As we enter, I notice stark differences between this ship and the one I am used to. Fort Sutter seems to have been designed with people in mind, with the bottom floor having an aesthetic almost similar to the shopping malls I’ve seen in Earth movies. This ship is Spartan. Plain. Utilitarian. The opening passageway is rough, the ceiling very high, the floor brushed metal.