Seduced by the Alien Barbarian

by Ella Mansfield

  He cupped the back of her head, pulling her face to his and kissing her wildly. She was giving him a gift, and she didn't even realize it. The woman was everything he'd ever dreamed of.

  He grunted when his climax hit him, arching his neck. He wanted to thank her, but he couldn't get the words out.

  Roxie couldn't decide whether to watch his face or his penis. The liquid squirting out was bright red, and it fascinated her. She wondered if it was the same with Earth men. His face looked almost pained, but he didn't complain. Instead, he seemed thrilled to have her touching him.

  Bnjmn lay sprawled on the couch, his legs slightly apart. When he could speak, he turned his head to hers. "That was incredible. Thank you."

  Roxie curled into his side, her head once again on his shoulder. "When you're inside me, you'll spray that?"

  He nodded. "I'll move in and out of you, like you moved your hand over me, and when there's been enough—friction—I'll spray that inside you."

  "But you won't hurt me?" She felt dampness between her legs. She wanted him inside her.

  He shook his head. "It'll hurt a little, but only the first time."

  "It won't hurt after that? You promise?"

  "I promise. Do you really think it would be pleasurable for a man but not for a woman? Nature doesn't work that way."

  "I—I want to do that with you." She was hesitant to say the words, afraid he'd pounce on her immediately, and she needed to be married first. Her beliefs wouldn't allow anything else.

  His eyes met hers, and his face lit up. "Now?" His cock was already standing at attention again, ready for whatever she was willing to give him.

  She shook her head. "We have to marry first!"

  He got to his feet, fastening his pants, glad they were dark, because the bright red wouldn't show as much. Not that he cared if his brother knew they'd been intimate. Their culture was such that sex before marriage wasn't a problem, but it was in her culture, and he would honor that.

  He helped her to her feet, pulling her 'dress' closed around her. "Let's go get Kvn to marry us!" He took her hand, half-leading and half-dragging her toward the bridge.

  Roxie laughed. "Slow down. Are you always in such a hurry?"

  He turned to her, leaning down so his forehead was against hers and he could meet her eye to eye. "I've never in my life made love with a woman. In my culture, most men lose their virginity by the age of twenty. I'm thirty. I want you. I'm not waiting a minute longer than I have to!"

  She smiled, stroking his cheek and pressing her lips to his. "I'm nervous."

  He sighed. "I know. I'll make you love it!" He grabbed her hand and spun around again, heading toward the bridge. Kvn better be ready to perform the marriage!

  Chapter Six

  Fifteen minutes later, Bnjmn was dragging Roxie toward his room. Kvn had grinned a lot as he'd officiated over the ceremony, and Bnjmn had to work hard to avoid pounding on his brother. He'd managed to avoid spilling blood though, and he was off to enjoy his new bride.

  She had yet to see the inside of his cabin, and he opened the door, leading her to his huge bed. The one in her cabin was smaller, meant for guests. His was huge, meant for a fully grown man from Mcy and his mate.

  He shut the door behind them, his hands going to her waist to untie the strip of blanket she'd used as a belt to keep her 'dress' closed. "I feel so blessed that I found you."

  She smiled up at him, keeping her chin up. She was afraid, but she knew he'd take good care of her. He'd shown her in the past twenty-four hours that he was a man of his word, never trying to do more with her than she'd agreed to. "I can't believe I'm married to a man I can trust—a man I had a hand in choosing."

  "I'm not certain I could have let you go at the end of a week, but I'd have tried." He'd never gone back on his word, but he may have for her.

  She reached up stroking his cheek. "I'm glad we don't have to test that."

  He dropped her 'belt' to the floor and pulled the blanket up, making her move her hand so that he could pull it over her head. When he'd dropped the blanket to the floor, he took a step back, his eyes traveling from her head all the way to her toes. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

  She shook her head, blushing. Her muscles were more pronounced than most women's, and she knew she wasn't a traditional beauty. It seemed odd for him to feel so strongly about her. "I'm nothing special."

  He simply stood staring. "I'll be the judge of that, my dear." He didn't touch her, but immediately started disrobing. His shirt dropping to the floor before he removed his shoes, and then his pants.

  Her gaze dropped to his penis again, fascinated by that part of him. It was as hard and large as when she'd first touched it less than an hour before. "How long does it take to grow again after the baby juice squirts out?" Of course that hadn't been included in her mandatory sexual education.

  The sexual education class had been simple. "Lie on your back with your eyes closed and your legs spread while he inserts his penis inside you. Do not shout with pain or show emotion. When he is done, you may have a baby inside you. Never look at him unclothed." Blah. She loved looking at her husband unclothed!

  "Oh, only a minute or two. Mcy men are known for their regenerative properties."

  "Oh," she said staring at it. "And you can do that how many times in a row? Two? Three?"

  He laughed. "All night long. I'll be careful with you the first couple of nights, but eventually we'll make love for hours straight. I won't even bother to pull out of you, because it'll just grow again." His eyes were half closed, his face full of passion. "I can't wait for you to be ready for that."

  "I'm not ready now?" she asked, slightly confused.

  He shook his head. "You'll be too sore. Soon, though. We'll make it happen." He cupped her bottom pulling her against him, his cock poking her mid-torso. She was above average height for Earth, but tiny by Mcy standards. "You're so small. I worry that I'll break you."

  She laughed at that. "I'm strong. Trust me. With my training, I'm used to pain." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

  He slid his hands down the backs of her legs, and when he got to mid-thigh, he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips. He carried her that way to the bed, their lips still locked together. "I don't want to go slow!"

  She bit his bottom lip, her hands wound in his hair. "Then don't. I want you, Bnjmn!"

  "Call me Gilligan!"

  She shook her head. "You're crazy. Do you know that?"

  "Crazy for you, Mary Ann!" He lowered her onto the bed, following her down. His hand went straight to her core. The accumulated kisses and petting they'd exchanged that day had her dripping wet for him, and he moved one finger into her while his thumb went to her clit, rubbing it rapidly.

  Roxie let out a gasp of pleasure, gripping his biceps. Nothing had ever felt as good as his hand between her legs. "I need you inside me—Gilligan." She whispered the last word, knowing it would make him lose his mind.

  He removed his hand, his eyes on hers. "Are you sure you're ready for me? I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary, my love."

  She raised her knees so her feet were flat on the bed. "I'm ready. Please!"

  Bnjmn had tried to be a gentleman, but the way she was prompting him made him incapable of waiting. He reached his hand down to guide his cock toward her waiting warmth. One fast thrust and he reached her maiden head, refusing to stop as he pushed through it.

  Roxie gasped in pain, her fingers digging into his biceps. "Oh, that hurts!"

  He paused, holding himself completely still inside her. He moved his hand between them and caught her pleasure button between his thumb and forefinger, rapidly rubbing it, trying to bring her back to the need she'd felt just moments before.

  He could see the pleasure and pain warring on her face. At first, it seemed to be all pain, and slowly the pleasure began to creep in, taking over. He peppered her face with kisses, wanting her passion-level to return to wher
e it had been just moments before.

  She lifted her hips tentatively, wanting to know how badly it would hurt if she moved. She moaned, arching her torso. "The pain is gone. Move inside me!"

  He laughed. "Are you asking me to fuck you, sweet Mary Ann?"

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. "Yes, fuck me, Gilligan! I need you to move!" She didn't care that she'd used language that would have had her severely punished on Earth. She cared about nothing but the pleasure her husband was bringing her.

  Bnjmn needed no further urging, his hips starting a slow and steady pace, meant to drive them both to climax gradually. He didn't want to overwhelm her with fast this time, although the feel of her tight pussy around him made it almost impossible for him to go slowly.

  Roxie's hands moved over his back and his shoulders, coming around to pinch one of his nipples, before pulling his head down to kiss him. "This feels so good! Faster!"

  He started moving at a quick staccato pace, trying to be gentle even as he moved quickly. His little nymph arched on the bed beneath him, urging him to move faster and faster!

  Something was building in her belly, a feeling she'd never had before. It got stronger and stronger, until she was afraid it would hurt her, and finally it was as if she broke apart, and her pleasure made her feel as if she'd left her body. She squeezed him tightly, hoping to make the pleasure go on and on.

  As soon as she clenched around him, Bnjmn thrust twice more before he emptied himself inside her tight body. He promptly rolled to his side, refusing to collapse atop her and hurt her. She'd said she was strong, but she was tiny. How could he expect her to take his weight? Gasping for air, he pulled her against him, her head on his shoulder. He couldn't speak, so he did his best to tell her without words how he felt about her.

  Roxie felt as if she'd just had a life-altering experience. Everything she'd known before meeting him had been erased from her mind. She'd been taught that sex would always be painful for a woman, and she must submit to her husband. The idea that sex could be, and would be, physically pleasing to a woman was unheard of!

  Why had no one told her the truth about a woman's sexual nature? She had been led to believe she would lie on her back with her legs spread, hoping for the whole experience to be over quickly. It made her wonder if anything else she'd been taught growing up was the truth. At least she knew her training was true, and she could defend herself.

  As she lay beside him, basking in the pleasure he'd brought her, she couldn't help but think about Lacey. She only had eight days before her marriage now, and there was no one to teach her to protect herself. She wanted to ask Bnjmn to turn around and get her friend, but could she?

  As the idea hit her mind, she realized it was a good, solid thought. They could go get her, and she would have her choice of men on Mcy, just as Roxie had been promised if she hadn't been willing to marry Bnjmn. Lacey could marry Kvn if they had feelings for one another, or she could simply ride back to Mcy with them and choose the man she wanted.

  Would it be right to ask for something so major right after making love for the first time? Would he think she'd only given in to save her friend? Or would he understand that she'd just thought of it, and she wanted to throw the idea out there as quickly as possible so they could turn around and go back to Earth?

  She lay snuggled against his side for another minute before finding the courage to ask. "I have a huge favor to ask from you."

  Bnjmn turned his head to look at the beautiful face pressed against his shoulder. He would never tire of looking at and touching his beautiful bride. "What's that?" The sky was the limit at that moment, and she probably realized it. Kill his brother? Certainly!

  "When you were watching me on Earth, did you see a small dark haired woman talk to me? Right before you took me?"

  He thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Yes, she was a pretty little girl, but she didn't spark my interest. She wasn't my mate."

  "I know she wasn't." Roxie bit her lip, trying to think of the best way to ask for what she needed. "She was matched with a man two days ago, and given ten days before she'd marry. I want to go back and rescue her. We can take her to Mcy, and she can have her choice of men. Or Kvn could marry her if they had feelings for one another." She didn't think his brother would hurt her friend.

  "Did you agree to marry me so that I would do this for you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. He wanted to believe she'd agreed because she loved him, but she'd never begun to indicate that she cared in any way but sexually. In time, he hoped that would be the case.

  "Truthfully, I was lying here feeling blessed that I was taken from Earth, and thinking about how my life would have been different if I'd been matched there. And then I remembered Lacey, who I was supposed to be training in self-defense this week. She won't have a way to defend herself if her husband gets violent." Her fear for her friend came out in her voice.

  "You trust my people more than your own?" The surprise was apparent in his tone.

  "I trust the ability to choose your own mate over the choice a computer would make. I think she has the right to choose who she wants to marry."

  He sighed. "You want to turn around and go back immediately? Even though Earth protectors would have been alerted to your disappearance?" Earth had the capability for space travel, and more, but they'd decided not to use it when they had become a theocracy.

  She nodded. "I do know what I'm asking, but I can't leave her there." She'd always felt responsible for protecting the smaller and the weaker, which was one of the main reasons she had been selected for law enforcement. It was a good fit for her.

  "Then let's go get her. I'll go talk to Kvn now." He rolled out of bed, wishing he'd had a little longer before he had to turn into a defender of the helpless. He was a Mcy prince, and he would spend his life rescuing damsels in distress. What had happened to him?

  As he asked himself the question, he looked over at Roxie looking at him with trust in her eyes. He'd do what needed to be done. For his beautiful bride. She cared about the defenseless women of Earth, so he must care as well. It was that simple.

  Chapter Seven

  Kvn argued for only a minute or two before turning the starship around and heading back toward Earth. "I need a mate, you know."

  Bnjmn nodded. "I know, but if she'd rather go back to Mcy and see if someone else suits her better, I promised Roxie that would be all right."

  Kvn made a face. "That woman is making you soft, brother. Next thing I know you'll tell me you want to make peace with the Htflds."

  "I don't know about peace, but Roxie doesn't like war." He braced himself for his brother's anger. They had been raised to hate Htflds more than they loved each other.

  "Don't let Father hear you say that! You'll be without a home or a planet to call your own!"

  Bnjmn sighed. "I know. It's hard to know what to do when you're brought up to wage war with an enemy, and the woman you were destined to mate with hates war. What's a man to do?"

  "Follow his upbringing, of course!"

  "You say that because you haven't found your mate yet. Once you do, you'll understand. I feel compelled to do everything I can to make her happy. Nothing else is good enough." He shook his head. He loved having his mate, but it was difficult to have his emotions so wrapped up in another's happiness.

  "I hope to never find my true mate then. Someone to have sex and children with will be good enough for me."

  Bnjmn laughed. "You say that now, but when you meet your true mate, it will be different!"

  Kvn just shrugged. "We shall see."

  Bnjmn left the bridge still chuckling at his brother's naiveté. How he could possibly think that he wouldn't fall in love with his mate and want to spend forever with her the moment he met her was beyond him. He obviously hadn't listened to their parents at all.

  Making his way back to his room, he found his sweet bride already dressed in her makeshift dress. "I hope you don't mind, but I cleaned up really qu
ick. It was so odd to see something that looked like blood on my thighs."

  "Blood? You know alien blood is purple, right?"

  Roxie chuckled. "Why am I not surprised by this?" She walked to him, wrapping her arms around him. "What did Kvn say?"

  "We're headed back toward Earth." He didn't mention what his brother had said about her changing him, but he didn't think she would be pleased to hear it.

  "Thank you!" She drew his head down for a long passionate kiss. "I don't think I'm up for any more time in bed just yet, so how would you like to watch more vids? We can snuggle on the couch." She was surprised at just how much she wanted to constantly be touched by him. Watching vids with him, or really doing anything with him, made her feel so happy. It wasn't just sexual.

  "Anything for my Mary Ann." He took her hand and led her through the ship to the vid room where he collapsed on the couch, pulling her down beside him. He untied the belt of her 'dress' before he turned the vid on again, picking up where they'd left off earlier.

  "Why are you unfastening my belt?" she asked. "I don't think my body will allow us to do anything else for a while."

  He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I just want to be able to touch you." His hand roamed over her body. "It pleases me to have you close."

  Roxie smiled, her head resting against his shoulder. "I like it when you touch me." She put her lips to his ear, as if to tell him a great secret. "I like touching you as well."

  That was the only invitation he needed. Abruptly Bnjmn got to his feet and stripped off his clothes, sitting back down naked. "Aren't you worried Kvn will come in and see you?"

  He laughed. "I don't have anything Kvn doesn't have. Besides, we're brothers. We've seen one another many times."

  Roxie blinked at that a few times. On Earth, everyone was taught to shield their nudity from others at a very young age. The girls who arrived at the compound at three were expected to dress and bathe themselves so no one would see them nude. Occasionally a little girl would be uncaring and walk around with no clothes on, but it would only happen once. The rod was used for those undisciplined children.