Taming Ryock

by Sara Page

  My shoulders slump in defeat. My choices are either death by what Gararl’s packing or death by Ryock’s giant cock.

  “This is so damn unfair,” I whine.

  Ryock makes a sound deep in his throat and when I meet his eyes again they’re full of sympathy.

  That makes me feel a little better, but only a little. At least he’s not completely oblivious to my plight.

  Staring into my eyes, Ryock slowly, purposely rocks his hips. His hot, slick length glides up and down against my folds.

  All the amazing, little electric sensations that flood me make my eyes want to roll into the back of my head.

  For a moment, I forget all about him not going to fit…

  But when my core clenches and I try to imagine him thrusting inside me, I start to freak out again.

  “Ryock…” I groan. “I hate to say this, big guy, but I just don’t think this is going to work.”

  Nothing flashes across his face in response. I’m pretty sure he has no clue what I just said and I’m not sure how to make my point.

  His cock glides up and down, up and down, the huge crown teasing my clit.

  “Ryock,” I try to say firmly but the word comes out all husky and sultry. Uncrossing my arms, I grab at his chest. “You’re not going to fit. You’re too big and I’m too small.”

  He glances down at my hands on his chest and grins.

  Yeah, he’s totally not getting me at all.

  I don’t know exactly why I do it, perhaps it’s because I’m not smart enough to figure out another way to tell him, but I grab one of his hands and shove it down between us.

  “You’re too big, you won’t fit,” I repeat, but he’s not even looking at me now.

  No, he’s staring down at his hand between us with a hungry look on his face.

  His hand cups around my sex and his eyes flick up in surprise. “Avah uro zod.”

  I shake my head and try to swallow down the lump in my throat. Shoving his hand down there was a big mistake. Not only did it most likely give him the wrong idea, but there’s just something about having his big hand cupped around me, holding me, that makes me feel powerless and weak.

  “Ryock…”

  I suck in a breath and hold it as he stares deep into my eyes. His fingers begin to gently explore me. The tips trace my lips as if memorizing them and then they innocently rub against my clit.

  I jerk and my breath comes out in a gush.

  His eyes glitter and he repeats the movement, earning him the same reaction.

  “Stop that…” I groan, though I’m not sure I really want him to stop.

  He rubs my clit one more time before his fingers drag down, continuing their gentle exploration.

  When he reaches my entrance and tries to push his way in, he meets resistance and stops.

  His lips pull down in a frown. “Rod no ar, raddro aro.”

  I shake my head. I have no clue what he just said, but, “I told you, you’re too big.”

  His eyes gleam with determination and I have a brief moment to think uh-oh before he slides his fingers back up to my clit. He begins to work my little bundle of nerves mercilessly, rubbing and pushing against me as if he’s known how to do it all along.

  I try to hold out at first, but like I said, it’s been months since I’ve had sex, and I didn’t realize I was so starved for another’s touch.

  It’s not long before my hips begin to rock against his hand of their own accord. Deep down, I know I should make a move to stop him. I’m sure he’d stop if I grabbed his hand and pulled it away, but it just feels too damn good.

  I gasp his name and his face comes down to nuzzle me.

  “Izlah,” he purrs against my neck.

  This may be as far as we can physical go and I want to make the most of it.

  Reaching between us, my hand finds his cock and I’m more than a little surprised to find it soaking wet.

  What the hell?

  Looking down between us, I have to resist the urge to stare at his hand rubbing against my clit and force my eyes to his cock.

  It takes me more than a minute to figure out what’s going on. At first, it looks like he’s coming, a steady stream of pearly liquid leaking from his head, but it never stops.

  Is that… could it be precum?

  Tightening my fingers around him, I slide my hand up and down his slick shaft in experimentation.

  He lets out a low, throaty growl and his cock throbs in my hand. Up and down, I pump my fist, and the amount of liquid pouring down his shaft increases.

  It’s so weird… but also kind of hot.

  I become so caught up in jerking him off, I kind of forget about what he’s doing to me until I feel his fingers probing at my entrance again.

  This time he doesn’t stop. He pushes and pushes, easing his finger into me until my walls open for him.

  I throw my head back as his finger penetrates deep and curls inside me. It’s almost like he has a sixth sense for finding all my sensitive spots.

  He starts to pump his finger in and out of me, picking up the rhythm of my fist, and then he thrusts another finger inside me.

  With just two of his fingers inside me, I already feel blissfully full.

  Then he thrusts a third in, stretching me to the breaking point.

  “Too much…” I moan, caught between pleasure and pain.

  “Roru,” he purrs soothingly, working all three fingers slowly in and out.

  I shake my head, trying to fight the unnatural calm that purr instills in me, but I can’t deny the warm, liquid pressure building inside my core.

  His thumb moves up to press against my clit at the same time his fingers pump in and out.

  “Ryock,” I gasp, my hand squeezing tight around his cock.

  He jerks and groans, his hips thrusting up.

  I throw my head back, pushing my breasts out as he relentlessly works my clit while thrusting his fingers deep inside my wet sex.

  Inside me, the pressure builds and builds, and I’m so close to exploding I can taste it.

  My walls clench around him in anticipation and those three fingers of his no longer feel like too much.

  At this point they’re almost not enough.

  “Ryock… I’m going to… I’m going to…” I start to warn.

  His fingers curl inside me as if he knows exactly what I need.

  The world goes white as the peak of my release slams into me. The knot of pressure inside me expands and expands, and I rock my hips, riding his hand until it bursts.

  “Fuck, oh fuck,” I cry out, my orgasm wringing the words out of me.

  Vaguely, I’m aware of his steady purr being sporadically interrupted by a deep, rumbling growl.

  His fingers work relentlessly, furiously, showing no sign of stopping even after the waves of pleasure flowing through me begin to ebb and fade away.

  I slump in his arms, completely at his mercy.

  Overly sensitive now, I groan as he doesn’t let up. I’m too weak to push him away and part of me doesn’t want this to ever stop.

  Soon, another, stronger orgasm begins to build inside me, and I give myself up to it. Just as I reach this new higher peak, he slides his fingers out.

  My eyes pop open. I didn’t even realize I had closed them.

  Before I fully understand what’s happening, he’s grabbing me by the hips and lifting me up.

  He poises me above his cock and I experience a moment of panic.

  “Ryock, no…”

  Looking up at his face, I see he’s too far gone to register my words. His golden eyes are blazing and there’s a sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.

  Shit. I guess he’s going to have to learn the hard way that he’s still too big and I’m too small.

  His grip digs into my hips and he slowly lowers me down.

  The crown of his cock nudges against my sex and I hold my breath as I feel my walls resisting the penetration, but it doesn’t last long.

  I gasp, partly in plea
sure and partly in surprise, as I start to sink down on his drenched shaft, all the pre-cum acting like the world’s best lube.

  He has to work me down, inch by slow inch, before he’s fully seated inside me.

  And I feel so full of him I swear I can feel him in my throat.

  “Oh my god… oh my god…” I keep repeating, unable to stop.

  He’s so big, so warm, and it feels so damn good I want to die.

  “Izlah…” he groans, and it’s by sheer force of will alone that I’m able to look up and focus on his face.

  “Zo uro aro raz,” he says, staring into my eyes as if he can see inside me.

  I shiver, once more feeling the power of his words and something else I just can’t put my finger on…

  Using his tight grip on my hips, he lifts me up and then gently lowers me back down. He does this over and over, until I’m nearly delirious from all the new and wonderful sensations coursing through me.

  He does it until I’m crying out for more.

  He doesn’t give it to me though, remaining infuriatingly gentle as my need builds and builds.

  Nerve endings I never knew I had fire off inside me and there’s this strange yet amazing tingling sensation that I’ve never felt before. It makes me feel like I’m easing around him, my body changing to better accommodate his massive girth.

  His grunts mix with my moans, and each time my ass meets his thighs I have the strongest desire to take him deeper. To take him harder.

  I start to claw at his shoulders, at his chest, at his arms, wanting to climb up his body just so I can slam back down.

  But his grip on my hips is too strong and he remains completely in control.

  Gently, torturously, he pushes me towards another release. It’s so slow, so maddening, I want to scream.

  But then the pressure inside me becomes too much to contain and I have to let go.

  I shatter around him, my world going black.

  I black out from the sheer force of the pleasure he pumps into me until he brings me back with his mighty roar.

  Warmth floods me. Too much warmth.

  I feel it pouring down my thighs, my legs, my feet. I have no clue where it’s all coming from.

  Inside me, he swells and pulses, somehow growing even larger. It should hurt, I know it should hurt, yet it doesn’t. Somehow it feels right.

  Somehow it feels like… what I’ve been missing all along.

  “Izlah,” he purrs. The hands locked around my hips finally release me as the pressure inside me lets up.

  He reaches up, stroking my hair back, his eyes soft and tender.

  I manage to smile up at him before I pass out.

  Chapter Seven

  Ryock

  The last thing I thought she would do is pass out on my lap, my stiff cock still crammed inside of her.

  It’s not as if this is old hat to me.

  I’ve never been with a female before.

  The vise-like grip of her opening has my cock firmly gripped, but I can feel her muscles slowly relaxing as she passes into the land of slumber.

  My own body is another story.

  Reaching down between us, I gently remove my cock from her. Copious amounts of seed spill out all over my heavy testicle sack.

  All three of my balls are covered in our mixed fluids.

  I know my race spends a large amount of seed when we achieve orgasm, but I’m not the only one who got gushing wet. I can smell the musky scent of her pussy and it gives me shivers running up and down my back.

  The stars are strange to have given me such an amazing female, and I can feel their pull as I stare down at her sleeping form.

  Tucking the blanket around our shoulders, I pull us deep into the corner. Looking up at the ceiling, I stare into one of the Crima’s cameras that are monitoring us.

  I nod my head. I’ve done what they’ve asked of me and for now they can suck my third ball for all I care.

  Dropping my chin back down, I see the Gararl is still at the wall, staring at us in deep concentration.

  Stupid lizard is a disgusting pile of dust; he just doesn’t understand it yet.

  He gives me a nasty sneer as he slams his pathetic hand against the glass, making a loud racket. He must be jealous that none of the females they give him have had nearly the excitement mine had through our coupling.

  Reaching down between my legs, I grab a handful of juice and fling it against the wall.

  I hope he can smell the hormones and pheromones.

  I hope he tastes what he will never have.

  Izlah shifts in my arms as she burrows deeper into the blanket against my chest. She’s had a rough day today. Probably a rough couple of days, weeks, or maybe even months before this.

  Who knows? With all the sedation drugs that I tasted in her system, she could have been out for a long while.

  No muscle atrophy though, which suggest she wasn’t out for too long. I haven’t smelled or tasted the drug serenity… perhaps that is something I should thank the stars for. Serenity is a powerful sedative, scary in its capacity to completely force a being to surrender into its control. It turns unruly, aggressive slaves into total puppets. It destroys all will and ego.

  Just the thought of that drug gives even me the chills. My body could maybe heal itself back from the devastating effects of the psyche… but it’s not a guarantee.

  Nothing is a guarantee with the Crima controlling my life, especially now that my female has entered my life. They will control every aspect of my imprisoned existence. Damn, what was I thinking taking her on? My head tells me how foolish I was for wishing for more than my death. But the very dust of the stars inside of me tells me to shut up and figure something out.

  My head slowly falls to the side of the cage as weariness creeps into my head. I’m tired. I didn’t think that such an amazing experience would sap all the energy from me, but it has.

  Loud footsteps coming from outside of my cage yank me from sleep before I hear the cage door sliding open.

  Looking up from our small world in the corner, I watch as two bugs enter the cage. One carries two trays of food and the other is looking at the smashed up wall.

  I was hoping they’d leave that wall there for a while longer. Serves as a good reminder of what I will do. No such luck though. I watch them bring in a large sheet of the clear glass loaded on a loader. Two more bugs follow it with a lifter.

  Seems like they’re in a hurry to get me sealed back up like the wild animal they now know I am.

  Izlah stirs in my arms, but I tighten them around her as I say, “Be calm.”

  No sense in making the bastards restless. The slave bug with the food brings it in the cage, but sets it far enough away that we have to get up and walk to it.

  Seems he’s being careful now.

  He used to walk right up to me and drop it on the floor. And more often than not he would dump it on me, knowing I didn’t have the will to fight back.

  He’ll be the third one I kill if I get the chance.

  The first was the damnable technician that administered the tests. Next will be the Gararl, and last I will take that head bug’s head with me.

  Perhaps I’ll keep her head as a souvenir. It’s not unheard of for warriors to keep war trophies.

  Izlah and I both watch as the worker bugs remove the flimsy, almost ruined, sheet of glass from its frame. Then I watch exactly how they install the new one.

  Hmm.

  The glass frames are installed from the outside. Little sleeve-like metal brackets hold it in place. Not much holding them in there, either. Not at the bracket. That… That’s interesting.

  Unless I’m mistaken, my mate must be getting hungry. It’s either that or she knows how to do the vibrations my race uses to soothe with her belly.

  Looking up in my eyes, she pushes my arm gently away from her waist as she stands up to go to the food.

  Standing with her, I head over to where the trays of warm mush sit. It isn’t the tastiest of food,
nor is it particularly filling. It’s simply food to keep the bug’s experiments alive.

  Well, most of us, I guess. I know a few cages over they were experimenting with food deprivation on a Matilod. Those things would normally eat their weight in food every couple of days. Not this one. It was given a plate smaller than mine.

  I watched as it slowly withered away to death.

  Izlah reaches down to grab her tray, but I stop her hand midway as I kneel down in front of them.

  Looking in her blue eyes, I shake my head at her slowly. “No, Izlah.”

  The word rolls oddly off my tongue, but it has the desired effect. She stops in mid-grab to stare at me as her eyes widen.

  She says something I don’t understand, but I shake my head quicker this time.

  “No, Izlah. It could be poisoned with something. I wouldn’t put it past them.”

  I doubt she understands my words, but the point remains the same. She must wait a moment.

  Grabbing one plate then the other, I bring them over to our small corner. She’s speaking to me again as I sit down with them in my lap. I don’t think she likes me keeping her food from her. Perhaps she is like the callwogs on my planet, an animal that will turn vicious if something gets between them and their food.

  Setting the trays on my lap, I point for her to sit next to me. “Sit Izlah, let me test them.”

  She has a small frown on her face as she sits down next to me, watching me closely.

  Lifting the first tray up close to my nose, I take a deep sniff. Nothing with an odor has been put in it.

  A small lick of it proves to me it has not been tampered with. There’s only spittle from the bug who serves it to us.

  Harmless, I suppose.

  Trying the second one, I find it to be the same.

  At least the dickless bastard is consistent. It has the same spittle.

  Handing the plate with the most mush on it to her, I point to the food then to her mouth. “Eat, Izlah.”

  “Oud?” she says slowly, saying the word for eat back.

  Nodding my head, I give her a smile. “Good, Izlah.”

  She’s catching on to words, which is good for us both. But I need a damn translator for her or we’ll be screwed when I figure out how we can escape.