by Sue Lyndon
Zylonn’s cock thickened in his pants, growing harder and harder by the moment. His blood heated as he stared down at the most erotic sight he’d ever seen—Nova with her pussy and ass spread wide open while he rubbed her slick folds and massaged lubrication into her pink pucker.
“Now, Nova, I want you to listen to me very carefully. During your first few sessions of anal training, I will insert the plug into your bottom for you. However, there will come a time when I will expect you to take over and begin wearing the plug every morning for at least two hours, though I will sometimes still insert it for you in the evenings. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He inserted the tip of one finger into her bottom hole and she gasped and lurched upward on her tiptoes. He responded by striking her spread pussy with his other hand, using the flats of his fingers to deliver a powerful sting to her intimate folds. “Do I need to get the strap, little human?”
“No, Master. I’m sorry. Please, I’ll be good.”
“Keep yourself spread while I work the plug into your naughty little hole.”
She sucked in a shaky breath but obeyed him, keeping her cheeks spread wide while he started working the tip of the plug into her tightness. He had reduced the size of the plug, setting it on its smallest size, though he planned to gradually increase the size of it as she grew more used to having her bottom filled up. His cock throbbed harder. He couldn’t wait for the day when he could finally fuck her snug little hole.
“You’re doing great,” he said in a soothing tone as he worked the plug deeper and deeper, until it was fully seated in her behind. “There, it’s all the way inside. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He hurried to the bathroom and washed his hands, then returned to her side in a flash. “How are you feeling, Nova? Does it hurt?”
“I feel strange…down there. It wasn’t very comfortable going in, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Good. The further you get into your anal training, the easier it will become.”
A whimper escaped her and he noticed her pussy had swollen even more so since he’d placed the plug into her bottom. Her clit protruded from her delicate folds, and he reached down to stroke her moisture over this hardened nubbin. She whimpered again and arched her back, pressing her center into his touch.
“Does my sweet little human want to come?”
“Please, Master.”
He’d never heard her sound so desperate. Reaching for her sex, he stroked her to a fast orgasm. She quivered in the aftermath of it, gasping for breath as he guided her hands away from her bottom. He freed his length and impaled her in the next moment, driving all the way into her tight depths.
“How does it feel to have both your little holes filled at once, Nova?”
She couldn’t form a coherent reply and he hadn’t expected one. He set a fast rhythm of fucking her, pounding her with all his might while grasping her hips and holding her tight. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, so loud it was heard over the swell of nighttime insects singing in the surrounding trees. The windows were open and a breeze drifted inside the room, ruffling her hair around her head on the bed. He gathered her hair in one hand and pulled it tight, but not hard enough to cause her immense pain. With a single tug, he forced her to arch her back further, allowing him to fuck her even deeper than before.
A powerful release soon swept down upon him and he pumped his seed into her depths, growling as the waves of ecstasy rolled on and on, causing sweat to trickle down his temple as the last remnants of his orgasm finally began to recede.
With his cock still buried in her pussy, he released his hold on her hair and ran a hand slowly down her back. “You please me, little human. I have a feeling it won’t be long before I’m claiming this back hole of yours,” he said, tapping at the wide base of the phallus shaped object. “You’re mine to claim. Every last part of you.”
Her reply didn’t come for a while, but when it did, she sounded so blissfully sincere that his heart swelled with an affection for her that knew no bounds.
“Yes, Master.”
Chapter 14
Dark clouds gathered overhead and thunder rumbled. Zylonn tightened his grip on Nova’s hand and urged her to walk faster down the street. In his other hand, he held a large box filled with food, household supplies, and female clothing items in the Tarkkuan style they’d purchased in the bustling marketplace.
Over two weeks had passed since she’d arrived on this planet, and Nova had been delighted when Zylonn announced he had taken a day off work in order to take her on a long walk through the forest, followed by a tour of the city. She squeezed his hand in return and hurried to keep up with his rapid pace.
They reached home just as the storm broke out. Rain pounded the roof and the wind picked up, a dissonant howl through the trees. But the warm coziness of Zylonn’s home—her home now, too, she reminded herself—wrapped around her like a welcome embrace.
She followed her new husband into the kitchen and helped him unpack their purchases. Once all the food and household items were put away, she gathered up the clothing in her arms and ventured upstairs. As she climbed the steps, she felt as if she were floating on a big white fluffy cloud, despite the increasing noise of the storm raging outside. Her mind buzzed with pleasure and her spirits soared.
A dreamy sigh escaped her lips. In the days since Zylonn had claimed her, they had gotten to know one another much better, and she found she rather enjoyed his company and respected him as a person. She was certain he enjoyed her company as well, judging by the way his face lit up when they became engaged in conversation.
He showed a genuine interest in her past, routinely inquiring about her life on Earth, and he patiently answered all her questions about his life growing up in a small village on another continent. She also admired his strong work ethic and his desire to help his people. Highly intelligent and driven, during his off hours on the Feshinga Asteroid Belt, he’d studied hard and completed an advanced engineering program, ever focused on the future. He now devoted his time to working on a planetary defense system at a laboratory on the other side of the city—his reason for not returning to the village of his birth.
Most of all, she was elated that he routinely joined in her calls to her family and was making an effort to get to know them better, particularly her father. Though he’d never said so, Nova had suspected her father hadn’t liked Zylonn at first. She understood he had likely been worried about her, but luckily her father was starting to warm to her husband. No doubt, her father noticed her happiness with her new life and had decided to give Zylonn a chance. And speaking with her family and friends on a regular basis only buoyed her overall bliss. She had never believed she would find joy on this planet, but she truly had. She couldn’t imagine life without her husband, whom she grew to adore more and more each day.
She smiled to herself as a feeling of utter contentment washed over her.
Zylonn was also ever-focused on her basic needs, always paying attention to whether or not she was cold or hungry or tired… or aroused. She flushed at this last thought, heat quickly gathering between her thighs, despite the fact that he was all the way downstairs.
The aching in her core increased as she replayed the last few days with Zylonn, many an hour spent in bed together. He’d made love to her dozens of times, sometimes with slow, careful reverence, and other times, with feral animalistic vigor.
She entered their bedroom and traipsed to the closet, wondering if perhaps once she had all the clothes put away, Zylonn would come upstairs to seek her out. His desires were already deeply attuned to hers, and sometimes, only moments after she physically felt the quickening of her own arousal, he would give her a dark primal look, as if knowing exactly what she’d been thinking that had brought on the abrupt slickness between her legs.
She finished hanging her new dresses in the closet, then headed for a dresser against the far wall of the room, to place all her new u
ndergarments—sheer, soft pieces of fabric, really—into the top drawer. The sound of a floorboard creaking behind her brought a smile to her lips, and she took a deep breath before turning around to face Zylonn and give him her most seductive look.
Except it wasn’t Zylonn.
There was a stranger, a huge Tarkkuan she’d never seen before, blocking the doorway of the bedroom. She felt her eyes go wide, just as her throat dried up and her heart commenced pounding an erratic rhythm in her chest. She backed up against the dresser and gulped hard as the strange alien stepped inside the room, striding toward her with a predatory grace that made her shudder.
“Who-who are you?” she demanded, forcing a boldness into her tone that she didn’t quite feel. Inside, she was shaking and scared. She thought about yelling for Zylonn, but a lot could happen in the few seconds it would take him to bound upstairs. The stranger didn’t look happy, and she didn’t wish to anger him further.
“I am Hethron. Your mate’s family owes mine a blood debt,” replied the Tarkkuan, looking her up and down with a lewd expression, “however, I think I’m inclined to keep you alive. At least for a little while.”
Horror clutched her heart and she opened her mouth to scream, but he lunged forward and clamped his hand over her mouth. She pushed at him and fought with all her might, but it was no use. He easily subdued her, moving behind her and holding her tight against his chest, while keeping her mouth covered. She felt dizzy after her exertions and the lack of air—she could scarcely inhale through her nose, as his hand was partially blocking her nostrils as well.
Panic swirled and her vision darkened, as she blinked hard and fought to remain conscious. She wasn’t sure if she was on the verge of fainting from pure terror, or if it was only the lack of oxygen leaving her weak. Thankfully, he shifted his hand a bit and she was able to get a few much needed breaths of air. She glanced at the doorway, praying for a sign of Zylonn. She could hardly think or hear over the pounding of her heart in her ears.
Then two things happened in quick succession.
Zylonn appeared in the doorway.
And the cool sharpness of a knife pressed against her throat.
Nova’s stomach dropped and she ceased all movement. Her captor uncovered her mouth and chuckled, while she gasped for breath. Zylonn growled, a deadly sound, and his muscles tensed as he directed a dark, menacing glare at Hethron.
“Nice of you to join us, Zylonn. As you can see, I’ve come to collect the blood debt your family owes mine.”
“My family owes yours nothing, Hethron. Now let my mate go, or it will mean your death.”
The blade pressed harder to her throat.
Oh, God. No, no, no. Her heart pounded. Had she arrived on this planet, only to meet her demise not long after? Tears burned in her eyes and her throat became clogged with emotion.
She looked desperately at Zylonn, wishing he would meet her gaze, but he kept his stare steady on Hethron. Look at me, she thought. Look at me, so if I die, your dark handsome gaze will be the last thing I see. It was ridiculous to wonder if Zylonn would miss her when she was gone in this moment, but such thoughts entered her mind unbidden.
She’d once heard when a person was about to die, their life would flash before their eyes. But instead of her life flashing before her eyes, all the things she would never have flashed before hers. Watching yet another sunrise in Zylonn’s arms. Both of them smiling down at their first baby. In a few years, the laughter of children as they ran around the house.
Yet none of these events would come to pass. Not if she died. Not if Hethron used her to exact some kind of vengeance against her mate. Vaguely, she wondered about the so-called ‘blood debt.’
Had Zylonn harmed one of Hethron’s family members? She studied her mate, and it wasn’t hard to imagine him killing another male. He certainly had the strength, but she didn’t think he would murder anyone in cold blood. Whoever had died that Hethron cared about enough to avenge, Nova supposed the perished male had invoked the wrath of her mate, perhaps trying to kill him first.
She held her breath, praying for a miracle. Zylonn was strong and larger than Hethron, but would he be able to reach her in time, before the knife was drawn across her throat?
Chapter 15
Zylonn seethed with fury.
How dare this male touch his mate? He owed Hethron nothing, least of all a blood debt. Worry for Nova echoed in his heart, but he pushed the vulnerable emotion away and focused on his wrath for Hethron. The Tarkkuan would pay dearly for threatening the life of his mate, as well as scaring her. Fear glimmered in her tearful gaze, her hands shook at her sides, and her lips were trembling. The sight of her visible fear strengthened his building rage.
He concentrated on the hand that held the weapon, as his peripheral vision blurred and swirled with bright colors. Pressure built behind his eyes, interspersed with sharper pains, but he didn’t dare blink or glance away from the blade.
“What are you doing?” Hethron’s tone wavered. His fingers began to uncurl around the knife.
Zylonn increased his mental energies on the weapon, willing it toward him and away from Nova, and far from Hethron’s reach. Sweat trickled down his temples. He walked further into the room, careful not to break his concentration as he approached Hethron and Nova.
“What are…” Hethron’s voice trailed off as he watched the knife float out of his hand, his grip on the weapon now entirely loosened. “You-you’re an aberrant!” he eventually said in shocked disbelief. “I thought they were all dead.”
“Not all of us.”
Once the knife was close enough, Zylonn reached out and plucked it from the air. Hethron’s arms began to open up, again under the force of Zylonn’s focus, and Nova soon fled out of his hold and hurried to stand behind Zylonn. Relief swept through him, to have his little human safe again. He longed to hold her and soothe her fears, but he couldn’t comfort her yet. First, he had to deal with the intruder who’d threatened her life. He would show no mercy.
The instinct to lunge forward and throttle Hethron to death, or perhaps stab him with his own knife, pressed at the forefront of Zylonn’s mind. But he couldn’t commit such a violent act in front of Nova. Not unless it was a matter of life or death. In this particular moment, it wasn’t. He could vanquish the enemy by shifting his focus to Hethron’s throat.
And that’s exactly what he did. He glared at the man’s neck and imagined it collapsing on itself. Not long after, Hethron started making wheezing noises. He clutched at his throat and fell to his knees. Zylonn reached one hand behind him and urged Nova to leave the room, and thankfully, she didn’t argue. By the time her footfalls hit the creaky board on the bottom step of the staircase, Hethron was sprawled motionless on the floor, no longer making a sound.
He was dead, and Zylonn wasn’t sorry for it.
If not for his powers of the mind, abilities his ancestors had passed down to him and his father had helped him understand as a young child, Nova might have gotten injured. The very thought of any harm coming to his mate, no matter how small, left him seething with rage all over again. He took a few deep breaths and willed himself to calm down. He didn’t wish to frighten his little human any further. When he went to find her, he wanted to offer her nothing but genuine comfort.
He set the knife down, turned, and ran downstairs. “Nova!” he called. “Nova!”
“I’m here,” a small voice whispered from a darkened corner of the living room. He found her curled up on the other side of a sofa, hugging her knees to her chest. She peered up at him, her expression a mixture of fear and curiosity. “Is he dead, Master?”
“Yes, little human.” He knelt before her and looked her over, making sure no blood had been drawn. Fortunately, she didn’t even have a scratch. He reached for her hands and gave them a squeeze, and to his relief, she didn’t flinch or pull away from him.
“Why did he want to hurt me? What is this blood debt he spoke of?”
Zylonn lifted her out of th
e corner and carried her to the large sofa on the other side of the room, beside a window that had a perfect view of the forest and mountains. When it wasn’t overcast and storming, that was. In the distance, a flash of lightning lit up the sky, and a moment later, thunder rumbled so loud, the walls of the house rattled. She snuggled deeper in his embrace, and he reveled in the feel of her in his arms, safe and unharmed.
He cleared his throat, preparing to tell her of the reason behind the attack. He had thought the matter long settled, though, and Hethron’s appearance in his home had come as a shock. Had he suspected he had any enemies at all, he would have installed a security system. Most homes on Tarkkua didn’t have one, as most Tarkkuans didn’t even lock their doors at night. Guilt settled on his shoulders. Even though his planet was generally safe, he should have been more cautious, and he vowed to be even more protective of his mate in the future. He would die before he let anything happen to her.
“Hethron’s younger brother, Lazon, was in my mining unit. Not only that, but we shared a bunk and often paired during work. We worked fast together and between the two of us, we usually managed to mine triple or more of the materials as the other males in our unit, on a daily basis. He was my friend,” Zylonn said, his grief over the loss of Lazon lending an extra darkness to the stormy afternoon. He gazed at the trees blowing in the wind, then returned his eyes to Nova before continuing in his story. “Unfortunately, one day his oxygen tank was struck by debris. Before we could get back to the ship, he ran out of air and stopped breathing.”
“And Hethron blamed you for Lazon’s death?”
“He accused me of cold-blooded murder, insisting I must’ve damaged Lazon’s oxygen tank myself in order to claim all the materials we had mined together, but a formal inquiry into the matter proved my innocence. A judge dismissed Hethron’s accusations against me, and I never heard from him again. Not until today. It’s unheard of for a Tarkkuan to disregard a judge’s decision. I am sorry for Hethron’s family, for now they will grieve the loss of another son, but I am not sorry I killed him.” He tightened his hold on her, a deep, low growl rumbling in his throat. “No one touches what’s mine.”