Seduced by the Alien Barbarian

by Ella Mansfield

  He knocked on her door and waited, but there was no answer. He knocked one more time before just walking into her room. She wasn't there. He hurried through the ship, calling her name. It wasn't nearly big enough that she could be lost on it.

  He found her on the bridge with Kvn, talking to him about how to use the bathtub.

  When Kvn saw him, he waved her away. "Have your mate show you. He certainly knows the use of a bathtub."

  Roxie followed him back to her room, and he demonstrated the use of the tub. When he was done, he stood looking at her.

  She folded her arms across her chest and waited for him to leave. When he didn't she made a shooing motion with her hands. "I'm not going to bathe with you standing there watching me."

  He sighed. "A man can have dreams, can't he?"

  "Not of me being naked. I'm sorry." She put her hands in the middle of his chest and pushed him out of the bathroom, shutting the door in his face. "I'll meet you in the kitchen when I'm done."

  She added a bit of bubble bath to the water and stripped off her clothes, wishing she didn't have to wear them any longer. She knew that Lela would have made her own clothes while still on the ship, but she had no sewing skills. Once she reached Mcy, she'd have to get her friend to help her.

  She sank into the water, moaning softly. The tub was just as nice as she'd imagined it would be. Why, it would be worth marrying Bnjmn just to get access to a bathtub like this one.

  Thirty minutes later, she made her way to the kitchen. He was waiting there for her, leaning against the counter watching for her. "I've chosen one of your meals for you. It's ready."

  "Thank you." She took the plate he offered and moved to sit at the table.

  Bnjmn took his massacrater and sat across from her, eating ravenously. "I went to your room to find you this morning, but you were on the bridge. It frightened me," he told her when he finally took a break from eating to breathe.

  "I'm sorry," she said. And she found she really was sorry. She meant a great deal to him, because he felt they were fated to be together. Whether she felt the same way or not, she needed to be more considerate of his feelings.

  "We have two days before we reach Mcy. Would you like to spend today watching vids again? Or would you like Kvn to marry us, so we can spend the day rolling around in my bed? And I can prove to you once and for all that we are meant to be together?"

  "Let's watch vids." The other idea was just too appealing, which meant it wasn't something she could allow herself to do.

  "I was afraid you'd say that," he said with a sigh. "My brothers will laugh at me if we get home and I'm still a virgin."

  She stared at him in shock. "You're a virgin? Why have you never been with a woman?"

  "There are no women on my planet. My father will want to be the one to tell you the whole story, but my family and the Htfld family, whom I mentioned yesterday, have been punished for feuding by a witch who made it so neither family would ever have female offspring."

  "So? There are other families, aren't there?"

  "Not on Mcy. We've been banished from our home planet as well. Our planet and the Htfld planet are on opposite sides of the sun. Both families were banished when I was a small child. Our family is looked down on by the entire universe because of the Htflds."

  Roxie shook her head in surprise. "Is that normal?"

  "Normal to have that kind of feud? No. It's not. Their family wronged our family, and both were punished as a result." He shook his head. "We hate the Htflds with the strength of a thousand burning suns."

  "That's a lot of hate!"

  "It is. It's generation upon generation of hate. The feud will never end. It's not possible at this point." Bnjmn shrugged. "So that's why we need to go to Earth to get women. They just don't exist on Mcy."

  "Or on Htfld?"

  He shook his head. "We have a female slave trader who comes to the planet regularly to try to sell us the refuse from other planets. Some of our men will marry them, but most of us refuse. My father would lose his mind if one of his sons were to marry one of the convicts. He doesn't want our royal blood tainted with theirs."

  "Royal blood?"

  "Oh, didn't I mention? I'm a prince. My father is the King of Mcy. We were a royal family even when we were back on Warden. That's part of the reason our family is so bitter. We had a position of power on the old planet. Now we're the only family on the new one. It's a beautiful planet, but mostly ocean. There's not enough land to support a true population. Someday, maybe we'll be allowed back on Warden. Maybe if we kill off all the Htflds."

  "Do you really think war is acceptable? Just to get back on a planet you prefer? What's wrong with the one you're on?" she asked.

  "You're a warrior woman! Why are you complaining about war? I saw you handle fights among women and teach women to defend themselves." He was surprised she would take that stance with the things he'd seen her do.

  "I'm a peacemaker. There's a big difference. I've been trained not to use my fists to solve a problem, but instead to always try to make peace." She sighed. "There's been too much war in the history of my planet. I hate war."

  Bnjmn groaned. "So you're going to complain about every battle we wage with the no-good Htflds?"

  "Yes, I am! Does anyone even remember why you're fighting anyway?"

  "Of course, we do! I've known since I was a little boy why we're fighting. My father will want to tell you the full story, but understand it's an ancient feud."

  She sighed. "Ancient feuds are the dumbest. I refuse to hate anyone simply on the basis of their last name." She pushed away from the table, her food forgotten. "I thought you wanted to watch vids today?"

  He took her subject change in stride, but his mind was still zinging from her words. He had thought she would support war. Finding out differently surprised him. "Sure. Let's go."

  Soon they were back on the couch in the vid room, snuggled close to one another. While they watched, Bnjmn's hand stroked over her breast, and she let out a soft moan without thinking. He turned to her, a smile on his face. "You like that?"

  She blushed. "I'd like it better without this constricting foundation garment." She wiggled a little, wishing it was more comfortable. She'd been wearing the garment since the day she turned ten, and was even required to sleep in it, but she hated it. It made her feel as if she was being squashed like a bug.

  "Take it off then." He wanted to feel her, not the undergarment she was wearing.

  She shook her head, blushing. "My clothes wouldn't fit without it."

  "So we'll cut a hole in a blanket for your head and make you a belt. That's what Lela did the whole time she was on the ship."

  "I couldn't do that! Lela was married by then—wasn't she?" Roxie realized then she had no idea how quickly Lela had married once she was with the aliens. She was certain she wouldn't have submitted to sexual intercourse without it though.

  "She was. She was married within fifteen minutes of getting on the ship, because my brother gave her the choice of making love with vows or without them." He shrugged. "She made a wise choice. She'll be the next queen of our planet."

  "Wow. A woman raised to be humble who ends up being queen of an entire planet. That's crazy!"

  "It is. She's rising to the occasion well, though. Now, about that foundation garment—Take it off."

  She shook her head. "I just can't."

  "Oh, you need help?" His hands roamed over her torso, trying to find a fastening for her undergarment, but not trying too hard, because he was enjoying touching her too much.

  "Stop!"

  "Are you ever going back to Earth?" he asked, trying to help her see logic. "If you were going back, I would understand sticking to your antiquated beliefs about modesty. If not, get rid of the garment, and let's make you a dress to wear from a blanket."

  She thought about that for a moment before nodding. She planned to spend the rest of her life with this man; she just hadn't told him yet. Yes, she could wear a blanket around him. "You won'
t mind if Kvn sees me that way?"

  "Why would I? You'll be covered, and he'll never get to touch the good parts."

  She laughed, shaking her head at him. "The good parts? You mean like my eyes? My face? My intelligence?"

  "Absolutely. And your boobs, your—Oof!" He stopped when she punched him in the stomach.

  "Stop that!"

  He rubbed his stomach. "But everything about you turns me on!"

  She shook her head. "You're crazy, you know!" She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. It was the first time she'd shown any affection for him, and it startled her.

  "I'm glad you approve." He stroked her cheek. "Let's get you out of those clothes."

  "You wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes. Are there scissors?"

  "Get a knife from the kitchen."

  "You trust me with a knife? You're not much of a jailor." She stood, striding from the room.

  He stared after her for a moment before jumping up to run after her. "Jailor? I'm not your jailor! I'm your mate!"

  "So you keep telling me. You didn't want to send me back to Earth, though."

  He stopped in his tracks, realizing exactly what she was saying, and she was right. He'd given her no choice. "Roxie?"

  "Yes?"

  "If you want to go back to Earth, I'll take you right now."

  She shook her head immediately. "It's too late. They'll have realized I'm gone, and put me in a lab to study me like they did Carissa. No, I'm stuck in your alien world now."

  "I'm sorry. I should have taken your feelings into account. I just knew you were my mate, and I couldn't bear to let you go. I needed you beside me."

  She smiled, her hand going to his cheek. "I'm staying with you. You don't need to worry about that."

  "You mean you'll marry me?" His heart sped up, his body physically reacting to her words.

  "I can't agree to that yet. I will probably marry you. I just—I need a bit more time before we consummate. I need to feel like I know you better."

  He sighed. "Go and make your dress out of the blanket on your bed. I'll wait in the vid room." He leaned down and whispered softly. "Decide quickly. I need you."

  She watched him walk back to the vid room with a smile on her face. How could a woman not love a man who was so sweet to her? Waiting while she made a decision was incredible, especially hearing how his brother had handled Lela. He was just what she wanted in life. What she needed.

  She had a smile on her face as she cut a hole in the top of her blanket.

  Chapter Five

  Roxie was shy about going back into the vid room with Bnjmn. The blanket was huge and more than covered her, but the lack of undergarments made her feel like a woman of loose morals. She knew she was covered, but there was just so much freedom with her girly bits hanging unfettered. It felt scandalous.

  She felt his eyes on her as soon as she walked into the vid room. She was a strong, muscular woman, but she was very well-endowed. She hoped he wouldn't say anything about how much bigger her breasts were when they weren't held in by the foundation garment. She might turn tail and run!

  She sat down close beside him, just as she was sitting before her foray into nudity. Leaning close to him, she rested her head on his shoulder, and waited for him to start the vid.

  Bnjmn didn't want to take his eyes off the beautiful woman beside him, even for his favorite Earth show. He pushed the button that started the vid again, and draped his arm around her shoulders. He knew he'd be going in for some heavy petting in just a moment, but first he needed to distract her with the show.

  "This is the one where they almost get off the island," he whispered.

  She grinned, understanding the joke this time. "Really? It's this one? I hope they make it!"

  "Me too." He bided his time, deciding to wait until after the first commercial interruption before he moved in for the groping he wanted so desperately to do.

  They watched as Gilligan got hit with the skipper's hat, and the girls made coconut cream pies, Mary Ann's specialty. "Can you cook?" he asked, knowing he'd never eat her food even if she could. Who would pass up massacrater for Earth food?

  She laughed. "I've never even tried to cook. I hope we're not going to be relying on my skills to feed us."

  "We have a chef in the palace, and he's gotten good at cooking Earth food since Lela arrived. Or at least Lela says he has. I don't touch the stuff."

  "More for me!" she mumbled, feeling a bit more comfortable, both physically and emotionally. She was glad he hadn't started groping her the instant she'd come back without her underwear.

  "I have a feeling you're not fond of sharing."

  "Oh, I can share. When you grow up in a compound, you don't have much choice. You share food, clothes, friends. There's nothing I don't share. That doesn't mean I want to do it!" She grinned up at him, so happy to have him beside her.

  "Of course not. Who wants to share?" He turned toward her more fully, his thumb going to stroke her bottom lip. "I want to kiss you."

  Roxie grinned, moving her hand up to pull his head down for a kiss, her lips parting automatically, just as he'd shown her. To think, twenty-four hours before, she'd never been kissed. Now it was all she wanted to do!

  Bnjmn groaned as he sank into her kiss, her lips willing. His hands started at her waist, and slowly moved up her body. Moving around to cup one breast, he was surprised at how much larger it was without the foundation garment she'd worn. He found her nipple easily through the fabric of the blanket and rubbed his thumb on it.

  He wanted badly to get his hand inside her blanket, and her armholes would make it easy for him to do so. There was nothing in their rules about him not touching bare skin above the waist, so he did it, waiting for her to get angry with him.

  At the first touch of his hand on her bare skin, she jumped. It was a surprise, but it felt so good to her. She wanted to completely bare herself to him, seeing a vision of him closing his lips over her nipple in her mind. Yes, that's what I want!

  "I want to see you!" he whispered, his lips insistent on hers as his hands explored every inch of her breasts. "All of you!"

  She shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea. We're not married."

  "We could be! We could walk to the bridge and be married in five minutes. Please, Mary Ann. I need you. I need to feel your body closing over my cock. I need to feel every inch of you squeezing me tight. Let me..."

  Roxie was tempted to agree to marry him right then, but she wanted to wait just a little longer. One of her fears about marrying on Earth had been the idea of meeting a man, kissing him once in front of a church full of people, and then being expected to spread her legs for him without any time to get used to his touch.

  "Soon, my dear. I just...I'm not quite ready yet!"

  He sighed, wishing things were different. "All right. Feel free to touch me anywhere you want then."

  Roxie leaned back and looked at him. "Really? Anywhere?" What she really wanted was to be able to feel his penis, learn the size and shape, so the idea of taking it into her body wouldn't be so intimidating. "You wouldn't mind?"

  He laughed. "Mind your hand on my body? No, ma'am, I wouldn't. Tell me what you want me to bare for you, and I'll do it!"

  Roxie blushed as she waved in the general direction of his groin. "I want to touch you there."

  Bnjmn closed his eyes and groaned. "There is a god," he whispered, half to himself, his hands going to the front of his pants and unfastening them so his cock would spring free. "Touch me."

  Roxie stared at the flesh that he had kept hidden in his pants, gasping at the size. How could something so large possibly fit inside her? Maybe it just looked bigger than it really was?

  "Is it supposed to be curved at the end like that?" she asked, wondering why his penis didn't look like the one she'd seen a picture of on Earth.

  "All Mcys have curved penises. It helps the female's pleasure."

  She reached down and took hold of his member, her hand fisting a
round it. As soon as she touched him, he groaned, and she jerked her hand away. "Did I hurt you?"

  He shook his head. "No," he answered, his voice gravelly. "I like it. A lot. Please continue."

  She put her hand back on it, stroking it from the base, all the way to the tip. "It feels strange. It's so hard on the inside, but so spongy on the outside."

  "Spongy?" he asked, his voice barely recognizable. "Is that good?"

  "I don't know. I've never touched one of these things before!"

  "Well, you're good at it."

  "Is there a way you want me to touch it? Does it bring you pleasure when I stroke it, for instance?"

  He nodded. "Just like you did at first. If you stroke it up, then down, then back up, I'll enjoy it the most." He groaned when she did exactly as he said, keeping her fist tight. Why did her hand feel so much better than his own? "Be careful, though. If you do it too much, I'll climax, and it will get messy."

  "Climax? What does that entail?"

  "Don't they teach you these things in your compound?"

  She shrugged. "I know that a man inserts his penis into a woman's vagina, and it makes a baby. Nothing more."

  He closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. "Well, when a man has been stroked enough, by a hand, a mouth, or by a woman's vagina, he sprays out a liquid. The liquid is what can impregnate a woman." He couldn't believe he was talking to her about this while her hand was on his cock doing marvelous things to it. What kind of planet didn't educate their females about the way babies are made?

  "Oh. Does it hurt when it comes out?" she asked, continuing to stroke him.

  "No. It feels incredible."

  "But you don't want it to happen? You want me to stop?" She didn't understand what he wanted from her at all.

  "I don't want you to stop." He was panting, getting close to his climax. "But I don't want it to disgust you."

  "Oh, I've had a rough and tumble training. I don't have a problem with bodily fluids. And I want to see what it looks like!" She was fascinated by the whole process. Watching his penis, she continued stroking, moving her hand faster, wondering if it would make it happen sooner.