Alien Revolt (Clans of Kalquor Book 11)

by Tracy St. John

  Kila came around, giving them his lopsided smirk that was half-amused, half-apologetic. “Sorry about that,” he said.

  “Occupational hazard,” Hope said, excusing him. Gazing into his bearded face, she thought of another time she’d stared up at him, his expression filled with naked lust as he fucked her. She fought not to blush.

  “Good morning, General and Matara,” he said, sitting across from them in a chair which seemed far too small for his bulk. It creaked a warning under his weight. “I came to let you know we successfully installed the phase devices on this and the other ships. We’ll continue constructing and installing more as planned until we no longer have time to do so.”

  Borey nodded. “Excellent, Captain. You and your men are quite a capable bunch.”

  “It’s gone well for the most part. However, I’m here because we did run into one problem. It was on this ship.”

  “Oh?”

  “I take it that by now you’ve been informed a member of your engineering staff has gone missing?”

  Borey stilled. “There is a search going on for one of our crew, yes. He went to run some diagnostics on the bridge. He was last seen on the engineering deck, heading for the engine room. I wondered if he’d come across something he wasn’t supposed to see.”

  Kila said, “Lokmi was almost finished with the installation when the unlucky man happened to walk by. It was a terrible case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Severe measures had to be implemented. Nived assures me it was done quickly, to minimize suffering.”

  Borey sighed. “I see. Is the body well hidden?”

  “Phased and spaced. There won’t be a problem with it being discovered.”

  Hope winced. Kila turned his attention to her and grimaced sympathetically. “I’m sorry you had to hear my account, Matara.” He looked at her dad again. “And I’m sorry a death was necessary before the real battle has even begun. Did the crewmember have family? They may be entitled to compensation from the Empire once the fighting is over.”

  Borey shook his head. “He was a single career officer with no dependents, no known living relatives. I checked as soon as I suspected what might have happened. He had just a few friends to miss him, poor devil.”

  Hope asked, “Did Lokmi have anything to do with killing him?” She wasn’t sure if she worried for the Imdiko’s state of mind or that he might have ended a man’s life. It was a little of both, she decided.

  “The man I had guarding him killed the crewman,” Kila reassured her. Hope relaxed.

  “Subcommander Nived struck me as an honorable officer,” her father said.

  “He is. One of my very best. He would not act needlessly.”

  “If he felt he had no choice, I accept it. Thank you for informing me yourself, Captain Kila.”

  Borey’s personal com went off. Hope checked the time and frowned. It was still a couple of hours before the regular workday would begin.

  Her father glanced at the frequency before answering. His brows rose. “The Voice of God is up and ready to talk quite early. Audio only. Good morning, Holy Leader.”

  Copeland’s voice oozed serenity, yet it somehow made Hope’s skin crawl. “Good morning, General. I realize it’s early, but I wonder if you might visit me in my receiving chamber? I’ve been awake much of the night, concerned with a matter of great importance to me personally.”

  “Of course, sir. I’ll be right there.”

  “Excellent. I’m already waiting for you.”

  Borey clicked his com off. “He sounds too pleased for it to be good news for me.” He stood and straightened his uniform. It was yesterday’s, Hope knew, but it still appeared clean. She thought her father appeared as impressive as ever.

  She smiled to bolster him, maybe ease the grim expression he wore. “Just a little while longer, Dad. Then you won’t have to deal with him anymore.”

  “With any luck. Captain, thank you again.”

  Kila had risen at the same time Borey had. The Kalquorian bowed. “I’ll see you again soon, General.”

  Borey left with a pat to Hope’s arm. The instant the door closed behind him, Hope and Kila stared at each other.

  The Nobek was a couple feet away, big, scarred, and menacing. The danger Hope sensed wasn’t that of blood or destruction, however. It was a force which warned her he would have her in a much deeper, more profound manner.

  His deliciously evil smile deepened. “I wonder, are you still confused about physical relations?”

  Hope had continued to struggle with her desires over the last few days, especially when she was in the presence of the Kalquorians. Now that she was face-to-face with one of them, with no father or duty in sight, the inner battle faded away. Charity was at least an hour away from staggering out half-awake. If Hope had any righteous notions of virtue left to her, they didn’t make a peep. Desire rushed over her like a tidal wave. She stepped close to the Nobek.

  The next instant, she was in Kila’s arms and kissing him for all she was worth.

  The following moments were a flurry of grasping and clutching and grabbing. Hope manhandled the big Nobek and was manhandled in return. Some of the squeezes on tender body parts hurt, but they intensified Hope’s need. Kila seemed as excited by the scoring she dealt with her fingernails, and the less-than-gentle nips from her teeth.

  Hope found a moment of clarity during the storm of passion. “Get in my bedroom. With my luck, this would be the one damned time Charity wakes up early. Or Dad will come back and walk in on us.”

  Kila didn’t answer. Instead, he picked her up and carried her into her room. As he did so, Hope continued to paw at him, pulling his collar open to expose the upper part of his chest.

  As soon as they were in, she snarled, “Door, lock!” The next moment, she was flying through the air.

  She landed on the bed, Kila having tossed her like a ragdoll. He pounced. They rolled and struggled, pulling at each other’s clothing until Hope was naked and Kila’s one-piece had been yanked down to the tops of his boots.

  Of course, Kila got the upper hand, ending up on top of Hope and rubbing his rigid cocks against her mound. “I take it we don’t have long,” he gasped.

  “You would be right,” she gasped back.

  He shoved her legs apart. They were both slick with eagerness, and Kila pushed in. The Nobek was careful, but he wasn’t gentle. Hope gasped and kicked at the hurt of his bulk moving inside her pussy and ass, but she didn’t ask him to stop. It was a good pain, the ache of joining with a man she wanted beyond all reason. She liked the suffering Kila caused as much as the pleasure. She would have welcomed even more of it.

  When he was seated fully in her, he paused to let her adjust. There was more excitement to be had, however, as he pinned her arms over her head with one hand and spanked her breasts with the other. Hope bit her lips together to keep from crying out. Even in the throes of passion, she was mindful of waking her sister, though Charity slept like the dead. The warmth of Kila’s hard hands spread throughout her body, making her spasm around the invaders sunk deep inside.

  “Fucking tease,” she snarled, wrapping her legs around his ass. “What happened? Did you lose your nerve? I thought we were going to fuck.”

  His grin got bigger, more vicious, sending a spike of terrified passion through her loins. “You want it, woman? Think you can handle me? Let’s find out.”

  He drew out, the friction of his sliding cocks hitting all the right places so her back bowed off the bed in reaction. Then Kila slammed back in, driving an exultant gasp from her throat. The pain and glory were tremendous.

  As soon as she got her breath back, she panted, “Again!”

  He delivered and kept serving the astounding sensations which soon had Hope writhing violently beneath him. Their bodies made slapping sounds as he took her hard and rough. Before long, she could feel herself winding tight, readying for detonation.

  “Do you like that?” Kila snarled, his leering face filling her vision as he lean
ed close. “Do you like being held defenseless while I fuck your sweet little ass and pussy? While I shove my cocks in deep? Do you like not being able to do anything about it?”

  His strength was too much for her, and as she’d found excitement in holding power over Piras, Hope found the same excitement in Kila holding power over her. His bulk blanketed her, pinning her body down on the bed while he thrust faster than before. His granite chest rubbed over her nipples, stabbing rapture into her breasts. His groin moved against her clit, forcing her to accept even greater pleasure. He was driving her into climax, making her accept surrender to profound desire.

  “Ki—Kila,” she moaned as the first lick of ecstasy shivered her pussy. “Oh. Oh!”

  “Give up,” he growled, staring into her eyes. “You have no choice.”

  Searing light burst through her vision as bliss exploded. With her last shred of sense, Hope felt the scream building in her throat and knew she must not voice it. She darted to one side and seized the Nobek’s shoulder with her teeth, biting down to silence the cries.

  She tasted blood, but Kila didn’t pause for a single beat. He kept thrusting, demanding she convulse again and again, pulling shuddering fulfillment from her. His weight kept her immobilized, allowing for no escape from the wonderful assault.

  At last he gasped and reared back, going still. The Nobek stared down at her, his mouth gaping open, upper lip wrinkled back. Hope lay limp, unable to do anything but stare at the long, thin fangs showing behind his blunt upper lateral incisors.

  He shuddered, held motionless for several seconds, and shuddered again. Slowly his lip relaxed, and the fangs folded up and back. He took a breath. “No. It wouldn’t do to bite you, not when there’s no time.”

  Hope had heard of the Kalquorian bite, how the race’s venom made a human feel euphoric. How it enhanced sexual excitement. His embedded cocks were still hard, still eager. Still ready to get her off all over again. She licked her lips and voiced her disappointment. “What a shame. I think I’d like it.”

  “You would.” Kila chuckled and gathered her against his amazing body. He flipped them over so that she lay on top of him. “You like this too. Come on, woman. Get up and fuck me.”

  Delight gave her renewed energy. Hope pushed against his chest, sitting up. She groaned her pleasure as the action forced him deeper inside. She looked her prize over as she wiggled on top, making Kila catch his breath. The oval of bloody toothmarks on his shoulder made her both wince and glow with pride. She’d marked him.

  “How’s the shoulder?” she asked, taking stock of how she’d have the delicious beast.

  “Incredible,” he smirked. “If we ever get the chance, I’m going to insist you cover me with love bites.”

  Hope giggled, enthralled with the idea. She rocked over him, giving herself a few moments to enjoy a slower pace. She knew she couldn’t linger over him for long. Much like the mission to save Haven, time to make love to this astounding creature was in short supply. She rode the Nobek carefully for as long as she felt she could get away with it. She slid back and forth to let her swollen, eager clit enjoy moving against his hard groin. Tender ripples tickled her sex, inside and out. She took pleasure in the gentle smile Kila wore, though his rough, bearded face didn’t do kindhearted expressions well.

  Too soon, she had to finish the deed. Hope leaned back, propping her hands on the Nobek’s thickly muscled thighs. She planted her feet on either side of his chest. His eyes brightened in anticipation.

  “My turn to fuck you senseless,” Hope told him. “Be a good boy and rub my clit while I do so.”

  Without waiting to see if he’d obey, she lifted to make him slip outward. Before his cocks could escape, she slammed back down.

  The sensation was electric. The position made Kila’s cock rub hard against the most responsive spot in her sheath, bringing each mote of her being to profound alertness. Her head fell back and she groaned pleasure to the ceiling.

  Kila grasped her clit. She nearly flew off him as stark elation blasted through her. He rubbed, taking power from her for a moment. Hope trembled, weakened by the enthralling knowledge in Kila’s touch.

  No, he was hers, not the other way around. She was supposed to be in control.

  Hope leveled her gaze at Kila, who lay there grinning at her. The bastard knew he’d almost had her. He was challenging her, damn him.

  “Do you think you’re funny?” Hope asked. “Let’s see you laugh your way through this.”

  She drove against him, taking him to please herself. His gaze started to become unfocused, his eyes glazing. His breathing grew faster.

  Good, but not quite good enough. She had to master him.

  “Look at my pussy,” she told him. “Look at my hungry pussy swallowing that cock. My cock, made for my pleasure. Look at it, Nobek. I’m fucking you. Lay there like a good boy and take it.”

  His jaw dropped open. Hope saw his fangs peeking out again. Her pulse quickened to see him succumbing to her.

  “I’ve changed my mind. You aren’t allowed to touch my clit,” she told him. “Grab onto the rails of the headboard instead. Go on, do it. Do it!” She pinched his thigh in warning.

  A slight growl seeped from his throat, but he grasped the metal rails of her headboard. He squeezed as if he might break them off.

  Hope narrowed her gaze. “Don’t let go of those rails without my permission, Nobek. If you do, I’ll have Lokmi enjoy you in any way he desires after he straps your ass. Understood?”

  Kila snarled. His expression said he might jump up and strap her ass. Yet words of assent slipped past his gritted teeth. “I understand, Matara. I obey.”

  “Good boy. Here’s your incentive: if I come, then you can come. If you defy me, we’re done. You get nothing.”

  This time Hope didn’t ask for confirmation. She started fucking Kila fast, working for the charged warmth that thrilled her to her toes. She kept herself propped on one arm, reaching to rub her clit with the other. She watched Kila as she pleasured herself, his eager, almost desperate expression encouraging her.

  “Does it feel good inside my warm, wet pussy? My tight ass?” She reveled in the filthy language, feeling how he jolted within as she spoke. “You don’t have too many women on your world. Even fewer if you’re blasting around in your destroyer. Rare opportunities to enjoy a female.”

  He was gasping, his dark body sheened with perspiration. She was getting to him. She grew bolder and decided to dare more.

  “It must be a real novelty to have a woman fuck you. To feel a soft cunt pulling on your cock.”

  Kila’s eyes went wide. Hope detected his body trembling beneath her. She exulted in feeding his passion. It enhanced her own, making her heart thunder.

  “You look like a sacrifice…stretched out beneath me. A delicious, exciting offering. Are you watching…your cocks move in…and out of me? Getting fucked by me?”

  Her gasped words came out in bursts. Hope’s dirty talk excited her as much as it did Kila. It enhanced the incredible feeling of spearing herself with his lengths, the eager sensation of her fingers rubbing her clit. She began to seize around him, her body readying to consume his offering.

  “I’m going…to come. And you’re going…to yield…to me. I’m…I…”

  Her thoughts broke apart and scattered as the first mighty wave swept through her. Her pussy drew on Kila, pulling on him, demanding he relinquish his desire to her. As a second surge crested, the Nobek’s hips rose up off the bed, and his face squeezed tight, as if climax was a herculean effort. She felt him jerk inside, steady pulses of surrender. She rode him until the twitches came slower, subsiding a little at a time.

  Depleted satisfactorily, Hope stretched over Kila, sighing to feel his final surges. His arms went around her. She snuggled against him, feeling as if her whole body glowed.

  Tracing a curved scar on Kila’s chest, Hope murmured, “Thanks for letting me be on top. I know you prefer being in charge.”

  “I’m an
easy man to please. As long as I get to put my cock in someone nice and warm, I call it good.”

  Hope buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder to muffle the laughter which bubbled up. For such a fearsome creature, Kila never failed to surprise her with his humor and easygoing attitude.

  When the spate of hilarity was over, Kila told her, “You do need better fighting skills, my brazen queen. That single bite was too good to not be built on. Besides, how can you be a freedom fighter without knowing how to kick ass?”

  Hope snickered. The rough play had been enjoyable. “You’ll have to train me when this is all over. Make me as tough as you, so I can keep your clan in line.”

  “Do you plan to be around?”

  Hope kidded herself that he sounded hopeful. Keeping her tone light, she said, “I doubt I should be so lucky. My father will probably be imprisoned on Kalquor. Maybe I will be too.” Real worry invaded the banter, and she turned serious. “My main concern is Charity. She’s too young to be thrown in lockup, but who knows what will happen to her?”

  His voice rumbled through her. “She will be taken care of. My clan will see to it.”

  “If you’re alive.” She shook her head. “So much could go wrong in the next few days. And after? It’s impossible to even imagine it. No wonder Dad always insisted on planning to the letter what would happen after the coup.”

  Kila stroked her hair. “He’s a smart man. It’s only a good revolution if a replacement government can be put into effect the instant the old regime falls. Otherwise you end up standing around, holding your dicks with a confused expression on your face.”

  Hope started giggling again. “I don’t have any dicks of my own. I guess I’ll have to borrow yours.”

  “Consider them yours to hold.”

  They both had a laugh at that. Then Kila sobered, addressing their most pressing concerns. “Matters have progressed far too quickly for us to have a clear exit strategy. We have a sketchy plan, but as you say, it’s impossible to know how we’ll end up. This is not a good position to be in.”