Alien General's Fated: SciFi Alien Romance (Brion Brides)

by Voxley, Vi

  She was comfortable with her body, had always been, but Aria felt every woman would have been a tad self-conscious about being watched like that. The general hadn't even blinked since he let the robe drop to the floor. He was taking in every inch of her skin until he finally lifted his gaze back to her eyes.

  The magnitude of emotion Aria saw there took her breath away. There was no doubt left in her mind that the general definitely liked what he saw. She only got a moment to gather her senses before Ryden scooped her up in his arms and turned toward the bathroom.

  Oh God, I'm going to be fucked like a war trophy, Aria thought, carried in his strong grip.

  She found that she didn't mind the idea at all. Ryden was still dressed in his full armor, but she could hear his breathing growing quicker. His fingers slid over her flesh, even the smallest touch impossible to resist. Aria swallowed. The rational part of her was screaming that she had no idea what she was getting into.

  A very unwelcome part said that she owed Sota an apology for the slap she'd dealt him before.

  The bathroom was steaming hot when Ryden put her down again. It was her favorite thing about her quarters. Everything else was tiny and cramped, a necessity of so many people living on a single tiny moon, but she'd asked for this small luxury. The bath was cut right into the floor, big enough to swim a few strokes if she wanted. It was deep and filled to the brink with steaming hot water. She had been relaxing like she'd intended, but now—

  Aria turned to see Ryden unclasping his armor, his eyes never leaving her naked form. The maddening, seductive smirk on his lips was a perpetual presence now. She didn't doubt he could read her desire for him loud and clear; that was why he'd been so insistent. The bastard knew there wasn't a single inch of her that wanted to say no.

  Aria slipped back into the warm water, cold without her robe as she watched Ryden rip off his armor. When the general set the final chest piece aside, her mouth fell open.

  Sure, she'd read and heard about the Brion men. Perfect warriors, trained from when they were children like in ancient Sparta, genetically gifted to grow better, stronger, and faster than even the other Brions. So it was natural that they were in great shape. As Aria found, knowing something theoretically and seeing it were two entirely different things.

  General Ryden was divine. Aria had no doubt that there were some gods out there who were jealous of that body. His tall frame was perfect to the point of it being ridiculous how good it looked. Strong, lean muscles gleaming in the steam, tight under his skin.

  Every time the general moved, his deep green eyes never leaving Aria's, his amazing body showed off effortless strength. His arms were solid and firm, his biceps so thick he could barely cross his arms in front of his washboard chest and stomach.

  Aria stared, because it was impossible not to do so. She couldn't believe a man like that existed. Much less that he was in her bathroom. With her. Naked.

  Fuck, this is either my best or my worst idea. Maybe both. Definitely the sexiest.

  She actually let out a startled gasp when the general stood naked before her. He stopped for a moment before getting in the water. Possibly—probably—so she could get a good look at him. Aria had several snappy comments about that sort of arrogance, but damn, he had something to be so proud of.

  His legs were as muscled as his arms and the rest of him, but Aria's eyes were fixed on his cock. She knew she was shamelessly ogling, but there was no helping it.

  His cock was huge, already fully hard, thick and long between his legs. Aria had never even seen a cock that big, let alone been fucked by one. So she had no idea why her mouth was watering, why she suddenly longed to see how much of it she could fit into her mouth. And to hear what Ryden's groans sounded like.

  The general remained silent. He got into the water with her, somehow sliding into the bath without disturbing the water. Aria would have been impressed as hell if she hadn’t been so turned on. Some of the heat she felt had to be the temperature in the room, right? Right?

  She doubted it. When Ryden pushed her against the bath wall, his huge cock pressing against her belly, Aria knew she was hopelessly lost. There was no way she could say no to Ryden, no way she could ever tire of the way his hands grabbed, groped her body, pulling her more tightly against him.

  Small sounds were the only form of communication left to her. Forming words seemed like a very complicated and unnecessary thing to do when she could be kissing him, feeling the heat envelop them both. She felt him grow even harder, throbbing in anticipation.

  Honestly, she wasn't sure if all the water and her wetness would help her take a cock that huge. Ryden would rip her in two, but even that didn't bother her. She was on another plane of ecstasy, caught in the general's arms, letting his hands map and touch her body wherever he wanted.

  When he slipped a finger inside her, Aria moaned long and loud. It felt so good, the first finger quickly joined by the second. The general expertly scissored them inside her, stretching her pussy open for him. Looking up, Aria saw deep desire in his eyes, burning with a passion that both excited and terrified her. His lips were parted, his breathing uneven. The general's strong, powerful body was heaving against hers, keeping her securely in his embrace.

  Aria had never considered fear to be an aphrodisiac, but there she was proven wrong all over again. Seeing Ryden like that, away from the public eye, freed from his armor and his control, she wondered if she was seeing the real him. The man before her wasn't the one who had saved her life, not even the one giving commands. It was a beast of a man, a force of nature unleashed upon her, unstoppable and dangerous.

  She moaned, pleading with her eyes, because her voice was betraying her. Somewhere deep inside her, desire raged. A desperate, shameless need to be taken, to be claimed. She wanted to submit, be fucked by that man over and over again as long as he wanted her. Aria felt her orgasm approaching, his fingers knowing exactly what to do with her, recognizing the tumbling, ravenous desire of being so close to the edge.

  Everything made sense in that moment, everything was allowed. If Ryden had asked her to leave it all behind and come with him to live on Briolina as his to use whenever he pleased—she would have.

  She cried out, pushing against his hand fingering her relentlessly, desperate to cum. The general responded immediately, not letting her finish. Aria could only gasp in wonder when he lifted her out of the water in one swift movement. She was left sitting on the bath's edge, the cold floor in sharp contrast to the warm water.

  She threw her head back with a cry when the general nudged her legs apart and pressed his tongue to her pussy. Her body was too oversensitive to register anything other than the most maddening, delicious torture. Ryden licked her clit, twirling his tongue around the nub with practiced ease, sucking it gently into his mouth and licking it again.

  He never repeated a motion, leaving Aria completely at his mercy, her legs trembling from the rush of pleasure. She let herself fall backward to lie down on the floor, feeling the general push his fingers inside her again, working her open anew.

  She lost track of time and space. The only thing that existed was Ryden, his hot tongue on her pussy, darting inside between his fingers to lick her wetness. Her cries turned from ones of simple pleasure to pleading, begging. He had to understand how much she wanted him, needed him, ached for him.

  No man had ever done that to her before. She'd been lucky to have an orgasm with earlier partners, but Ryden brought her close to cumming a second time with no effort. She was bucking wildly against him, pulling on his short hair, desperate for more contact, more of the torture she feared and wanted to never end.

  She had to get her voice to work again, otherwise Aria feared she would pass out from pleasure and never get to enjoy what it would feel like to be fucked by a cock that huge.

  "I..." she tried, helplessly. "Ryden."

  An insane thought crossed her mind, out of the blue like all her thoughts in that moment when she was reduced to her basest ins
tincts. It was whether it was okay for her to call the general that when he hadn't given her permission. She almost laughed out loud, delirious from the orgasmic buildup.

  Yes, she thought, I wonder if it's okay if I call the man going down on me this very minute by his name.

  She was losing, fast. Aria wasn't entirely sure what she was losing, but it was clear that she was. Ryden's body was strong and firm between her spread legs, feeling like warm marble. She wanted more, to touch him, grip his cock and see if she could make him so utterly lost in pleasure too. But she wanted his cock inside her more.

  "Please," she begged. "Oh God please, fuck me, I can't take it anymore, I need you, I need you... please!”

  Her voice broke when Ryden pulled away from her, the lust rendering her speechless. She put her hands on the general's shoulders and let herself be lowered back into the water. Aria slipped her hand between his legs, feeling his cock rock hard under her fingers. When she gave him a stroke, she thought she heard the slightest of gasps. Then he grabbed her and flipped her around, making her kneel on the steps, bent over the bath's edge.

  “Hey!” she yelped in protest.

  Not fair, I was only starting to have fun—

  All thoughts were gone from her mind; only sensations stayed when Ryden pushed himself inside with a grunt. Aria gripped the edge of the bath desperately, her mouth hanging open, unable to even gasp for air, frozen in place.

  The general was huge, so big that even after all that preparation and water to slick the way, her pussy still struggled to take him. She gritted her teeth. There was no way she'd give in to the sharp sense of pain. Not when the pleasure of being filled by Ryden's cock was threatening to rob her of the last sense in her mind.

  Aria had never felt anything that good in her life. Ryden's cock inside her felt magnificent, thick and hot and throbbing with need, but he didn't move yet, giving her time to adjust. She felt the walls of her pussy clenching around the shaft, milking it hungrily, desperate to take it. Aria grinned. Her body was intent to be fucked by the general no matter what.

  She gasped when he slowly started pulling out and then pushed back in, making her pussy spread wider than it ever had before. Aria bent down to rest her upper body on the cold floor, feeling the angle adjust. The sensation ripped through her like a shock wave, sending a violent tremble through her body.

  Ryden groaned behind her, covering her body with his own.

  Aria had a second to grab hold of the edge as well as she could before he truly moved.

  Wrong again, said her body, because Aria's mind was happily long gone to deep delirium.

  Simply feeling the general's cock pushing into her had been nothing compared to being fucked by him. One after another, his thrusts picked up speed and force, knocking the air right out of her lungs for the second time that day.

  Aria braced herself as well as she could, but every stroke sent her slamming against the bath wall, crying out. It should have hurt, it probably did, but she didn't register it.

  All she felt was divine, transcendent pleasure. She arched her back, pushing her ass back against the general, presenting her wet pussy for him to take. Ryden's hands were gripping her hips, pulling her hard against him with each stroke.

  When a cry of pain slipped in with cries of pleasure, he slowed down, making Aria sob.

  "No, please—" she begged, "don't stop, please don't stop, it feels so good..."

  Her words dissolved into gibberish after that. They turned into moans and gasps and finally, broken sobs of helpless excitement, no longer even able to answer the general's thrusts. Aria was left merely trying to hold onto her sanity when her orgasm reached her, shivers racking her body from head to toe.

  She felt Ryden wincing behind her. His thrusts become erratic, echoing through her spent body as she collapsed, moaning in pleasure when she felt him cumming inside her. Aria felt his warm seed spill into her pussy. She clenched down on his cock, pulling every drop inside her.

  All strength was gone from her body, the orgasm taking every ounce out of Aria. When Ryden pulled back, she nearly slipped under the water before the general caught her with an amused chuckle, and helped her sit up.

  She slid to rest her head against his broad chest, feeling his heart beat fast, coming down from the high.

  I could get used to this, she thought. I don't care what Sota says.

  Ryden was sitting next to her, combing his fingers gently through her wet hair. The feeling was so relaxing Aria had almost fallen asleep in his arms when he said:

  "I thought it would be you."

  Her eyes snapped open and she was instantly awake. There was only one thing a Brion would refer to like that. Their sacred binding, the joining of the gesha and the gerion. It meant Ryden had thought she was his gesha.

  It also meant that she wasn't.

  It also meant…

  "You were trying to provoke the binding?" Aria asked, pulling away from the general. "Before. Right now. All this time, it was you trying to see if you'd feel something?"

  Ryden was looking at her with something akin to sadness in his eyes. Aria had no pity for him. She had only blinding rage, something only a woman who feels betrayed could experience.

  "Not only," the general said, "I did want you. I still want you. If you'll have me."

  "I absolutely will not," Aria hissed, realizing she was snapping at a Brion general too late.

  Somehow, she felt she was entitled to. Oh God, she was one of those silly girls after all.

  "Why?" the general asked, turning to her. "I know you enjoyed this as much as I did."

  Aria didn't answer. The truth wasn't an easy one to bear. Before, she'd been thrilled at the prospect of letting the feared general fuck her, an experience she might never get again. But something had changed when it actually happened. She didn't know why, but it hurt like nothing else ever had to know she was not the one for him. Aria hadn't wanted the general, shouldn't have felt bad about it all. In fact, she should have been overjoyed that the fuck could be exactly that and nothing more.

  Instead she felt like her heart was being ripping out of her chest, not even knowing why.

  Aria refused to tell him that. Her pride was back with a vengeance.

  "Leave," she said quietly, instead. "Get out of my rooms."

  Ryden looked like he was about to protest, but Aria gave him the most furious look she could muster. The water suddenly felt cold around her. And the pain in her heart, the feeling of being used and begging for it to happen, was almost unbearable.

  She didn't look at him when he got out of the bath and dressed. She knew his body might make her regret her decision to have nothing to do with him anymore outside of her duties.

  "Aria."

  Her head snapped up at that, unbidden. The general was standing by the door, looking so good in his armor, powerful and invincible. Aria had to bite her lip not to say anything to stop him from going.

  "I meant I hoped it would be you," Ryden said.

  It took a whole lot more willpower not to answer that, but after a long moment of silence, Aria was left alone.

  Right then, the alarms blared. She knew that sound. Aria looked up, knowing that somewhere above her head, a threat had been detected in the system. She didn't know if it was the Clayor armies or whether one of the supposed ally armies had decided to attack the Brions. All she knew was that it had begun.

  And she would have no time to grieve for a love lost that had never even happened.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Ryden

  The alarms going off everywhere on Ilotra shouldn't have made him glad, but they did.

  Ryden had never thought of himself as a naturally patient person. His place was in the thick of action, where the fighting was the hardest, the bloodiest. All this planning, worrying, dealing with the council... it had made his skin itch.

  Now, finally, there would be something real. Sure, there would still be Clayors and the general knew his real opponent was somewhere on
Ilotra with him. Only there was an urgency to it. A sense of the now. He always worked best when he had to make quick decisions, when lives depended on his choices.

  He allowed himself one pleased smile when the outer rim announced that the first Clayor ships had jumped to the system.

  Of course, the first were blown to pieces. Ilotra was fairly safe in the shadow of the gas giant Ilo. Farther away at the system's edge, the Union's patrols greeted the enemies first, along with support from all four gathered fleets. It didn't surprise Ryden in the least how many had volunteered. Waiting wasn't a natural state for any warrior; they longed for action.

  The feared Brion general Faren's words were starting to make more sense to him every day. The cold warlord had often said that being a general was nothing to desire, because practically no one who wanted to be one understood what it meant.

  Right at that moment, for Ryden, it meant watching from Ilotra as his captains went to war against the enemy. Every inch of him ached to leave it all behind and join them, but he knew that he couldn't leave Ilotra until the Host did. No matter how big the armies were the hive mind threw at him, the Host remained the most dangerous enemy. The only one that mattered.

  Ryden had already seen his handiwork. The Host hadn't executed the massacre on his own, but the command center had definitely been him. Breaking through Brion ranks like that... not even a squad of champions would have been able to do that.

  His first order was for the shield to be brought up. That seemed like a coward's tactic, but he firmly reminded himself that protecting the fortress was his duty. And that hiding behind a shield wasn't cowardice, but tactics. There was nothing glorious about inviting death when it could have been avoided.