by Gemma Voss
A growl stirs from his chest. He backs all the way to the wall, where he bumps into the doorframe that leads to my bedroom.
“If you keep saying these things,” he rasps, “I think I will lose all control.”
“I think I’d like to see you lose control,” I purr. His body goes rigid as I begin to unbutton my black jeans and slide them down my hips. I stand up from the couch to finish the job, dropping them to the floor. I step forward in only my bra and panties. “Well, what will it be? Are you leaving?”
I pick up my phone from the coffee table between us. “Should I call another man? Or are you going to finish what you started with your tongue?”
That is all it takes to drive the last of the white from his eyes. He growls again, gritting his teeth. “No,” he snaps, marching forward. “Other men do not exist anymore.”
He confiscates my phone and chucks it. Then, he picks me up. I squeal with surprise as he hauls me onto his shoulder. “Where is your bed?” he barks.
“Mm,” I sigh, pointing at the door. “Your eyes are all black. Is this your beast mode? Are you going to take me now and claim me like you promised?”
He hauls open the door and tosses me onto the bed. I’m jittery with excitement. He needs to touch me, now. As soon as I’m lying on my back, I slide my hands into my panties and feel the wetness between my folds. God, I am so ready for him. Those white-less black eyes do not leave me as he takes a seat on the side of the bed. He leans over me and rests his forehead against mine. I roll my hips up, begging for his touch, just waiting for him to dip his fingers inside or caress me—anything at all.
“You will thank me,” he whispers. “And when I make you mine it will be not be a mistake.”
“Yes,” I hiss, circling my clit with my fingers. “Please touch me, Kila.”
“Close your eyes,” he commands, voice dark and firm like I’ve never heard it before.
I do what he asks, but I don’t stop touching myself, bucking my hips. Desperate—I feel desperate for him. I sense him moving, and I hope for an elated moment that he’s going to put his mouth between my legs. But… does he even know to do that, I wonder? I wait, anticipating him, but not knowing when or where he’ll touch me.
Then I hear a soft click, and the sound of the door hinges.
I shoot up, eyes wide. He left me in here.
“Kila!” I shout, hopping off the bed and running for the door. “What are you—”
“I am sorry, Ella,” he says from the other side of the door. I jiggle the handle, but he must be leaned up against the door, using his weight to keep me inside.
“How could you?” I whine.
“It would be wrong to touch you like this. You are not yourself. You are not thinking,” he says.
“I really thought I wasn’t alone in that,” I grumble, giving up on the knob. I slide to the floor and sit there, back leaned up against the door. “I thought you were going to go into that savage mode I was told about. I was pretty interested to see where that goes…”
“I have disappointed you then,” he says. “Perhaps you will be happy with me tomorrow. Should we not celebrate it? The fact that I am still in control of my mind in this state? Although, I will admit it is not a pleasant feeling to reject you when you are so eager.”
Maybe I shouldn’t give up just yet, I think to myself.
“I bet it’s unpleasant,” I say innocently. “I bet your cock is so hard right now…”
“Ella,” he warns. I can hear him shifting. “Will you lay down and try to sleep?
“How can you expect me to sleep? My pussy is on fire.” I am trying to be seductive, but by now I’m feeling mostly irritated.
“Touch yourself, and you will feel better,” he recommends, as though he was the first to discover masturbation. Now, that piques my interest.
“Oh,” I say, humoring him as if I’ve never touched myself before. I wiggle out of my underwear and settle myself comfortably against the door. “You’ve done this before?”
“It will help,” he assures me.
“Tell me about when you did it.” I run my hands over my inner thighs. The effects of the aphrodisiac make this simple caress feel amazingly erotic. I close my eyes and focus on his voice.
“It is shameful,” he says.
“Tell me,” I say. “Yesterday you said it was shameful to even look at me. We’re making progress.”
“I… I… dreamed of you,” he begins. I wish I could see his face right now. “And when I woke up my cock was so hard, and it was huge. I had never seen it like that. I didn’t know what to do so I rubbed myself until I ejaculated.”
“Poor baby,” I sigh, slowly playing with my own slit, taking it slow, just gathering the juice from my opening and sliding it all over my pussy. “Huge, huh? I’m just curious… What happened in this dream?”
“It’s not important,” he replies.
“I need details,” I tell him.
“Are you doing what I suggested?” he asks.
I groan. Scientist types can be surprisingly thick-headed sometimes. “Of course,” I say. “If you’d just walk me though it. You know, I’ve absolutely never done this before, and I need you to tell me every detail—"
“You are lying! I can hear it in your voice. Are you mocking me, little viki?” he says. I’m not sure I want to ask what that word means.
“Only a little, Kila. See, I’m actually quite familiar with the idea of touching myself.” I laugh a little as I tell him. “You could call me an expert.”
He coughs on the other side of the door. “I see…”
“You want to help me feel better, don’t you baby?” I say, leaning forward to be rid of my bra as well.
“You don’t know how badly I wish I could help you, viki,” he rasps.
“Then do what I say,” I demand. “Tell me about your dream and tell me all about touching yourself… and I want you to take your cock out and touch yourself along with me while you do it.”
He hesitates, and it is quiet on his side. I slide my hands back between my legs and flicker my fingers over my pulsing clit. Just as I am about to lose hope, he starts to speak.
“I dreamed that you were naked, underneath me. I dreamed you were like the female in the mating video we saw, and that I was fucking you.”
I circle my clit as he speaks, letting out a hum of interest. “Mmhm,” I sigh, encouraging him to go on.
“I woke today with a hard cock because of what we did in that dream,” he continues. I work my clit faster, head lolling back against the door. “So I took myself in my hand, thinking of you when I did it. I imagined you screaming my name. And that is when I knew I was truly a Deviant, and that I must have you.”
“God, Kila, that is so hot,” I moan. This man, this warrior, this massive silvery-skinned beast of an alien sounds so innocent I can hardly believe it. I hear a soft groan from him, and the tell-tale sound of skin quickly sliding over skin. “Are you touching yourself now?”
He curses in his language, but it doesn’t translate. I quicken the movements of my fingers and the pleasure blossoms, bringing me up higher, closer to climax. I start to pant a little.
“Yes,” he finally replies, his voice strained. “Great Ka, Ella, I can hear how wet you are…”
I dip my fingers inside myself and wantonly thrust—It isn’t quite what I need to get off, but it makes a gushing noise that I know he can hear. I grin at the sound of his reaction, a choked moan, then return to rubbing my clit just the way I like. I feel so close, the heat of this aphrodisiac making every motion a burst of bliss. I don’t stop myself from letting out every heavy breath and moan, wanting him to hear everything, every little sound I make.
“I’m so close,” I tell him as my pleasure climbs and climbs. My eyes are screwed shut and I picture him pinning me down and fucking me, just as he did in his dream. I bear down on my clit, rubbing so vigorously I’m practically vibrating, until finally, finally, my orgasm hits like a great wave crashing down on me.
I cry out as it washes over me, so intense throughout my over-sensitized nerves. This orgasm runs through me for far longer than normal, and I tense up, scratching my nails over the hardwood.
Again, I hear Kila’s cursing, followed by a grunt, and I can only assume he’s coming as well. I slump down, sucking in breath. I’ve slid so far down in the process of masturbating that I’m practically lying flat. The scariest thing is that I’m still horny as hell. At the very least, I feel somewhat sated and perhaps sane again. The part of me that would have gladly taken an axe to this door to get to Kila’s dick is gone.
“Ella,” he says quietly.
“Mmm?” I manage to vocalize, though I don’t have the strength to form words yet.
“If I let go of this door to clean myself up, can I trust you will not sneak attack me like the viki you are?” His voice has a tone of amusement to it. I’m glad he’s pleased with himself, because to be honest, my pussy’s still throbbing.
“Mmhm,” I sigh. I can hardly motivate myself to move let alone plan a sneak attack on a six-foot-five alien. I lay there for a while, resting my eyes and absently caressing myself between my legs. Somehow, in the post-orgasm fog, I fall into deep sleep. That aphrodisiac is no joke, and the force of the it has sapped all the energy from my body, leaving me exhausted enough to curl up naked on my floor.
Sometime later in the night, I become distantly aware that Kila has nudged open the door and found me.
“What is this?” he whispers with a chuckle. I’m wrapped up in his arms and taken to the bed, where he gently arranges me under the covers. I register the darkened outline of his face before I fall back asleep. I feel utterly safe with his warmth beside me. There is something that feels so right about his deep voice speaking to me in the darkness. The last I hear before falling into a deep slumber are the soft words, “Sleep well, my beautiful mate.”
Chapter 12
Kila
I wake up in Ella’s room.
Her bed is high off the ground, and she has made a mountain of pillows upon it. They are all shades of milky white and beige, creating the effect of a massive cloud. Light and airy, it only makes sense that Ella would rest herself here.
A few from her pillow collection have fallen on the floor. I smile, eyes trailing to the space where I discovered her last night, curled up in a little ball. It was for the best that it had gotten so dark, because I could only feel her and make out the silhouette of her body. I quickly tucked her up under her thick squishy blanket and laid down atop it, happy for the fluffy barrier between us. It’s far too dangerous to dwell on the fact that the soft filling of her bed cover is all that separates me from her naked form. All I can see of her now is the mass of dark locks that spill out in waves, the tip of her nose, and black lashes resting against her curved cheeks. Even those small details are enough to stir warmth in my chest.
I truly deserve to be disgraced among my people for the events of last night. It was dangerous to come here, and I have proved Pakka and the rest of my team to be correct—I should be kept locked up. Objectively, I can acknowledge this, but I can’t bear the thought of being away from her.
However, as with anything else, the reality of the situation has dulled my fears. How many times have I heard that Deviant males are dangerous to Kar’Kali females? We have been told from a very young age that a Deviant male does not ask permission when they find their mate, and many females that I have worked with expressed a fear of venturing into the areas of deep space in which Deviant smuggler ships are known to travel.
I suppose I have learned that these are lies, because even as I watched Ella strip before me and beg me to touch her, I knew that I could not. I knew my own mind even through the instinct, even though every part of me wanted to drag my tongue all over her body and then claim her hard.
I might not call it a sound mind, but at the very least it is my own. A disturbed, hormone-addled, selfish mind… but it is my own.
Determined not to wake her, I slide out of bed silently, heading into her living area to find my tap-pad. I have several messages from Pakka to read— briefs from their comm link attempts. I pour a glass of water and sit down to read them. By the time I am done and on to the multi-galaxy news streams, I hear stirring from the bedroom.
Ella emerges wearing a fuzzy pink robe. Her cheeks flame at the sight of me. “Good morning,” she mumbles in a groggy voice.
“Are you well?” I ask.
“Actually, I feel great,” she says, biting her lip and flushing ever darker. “I think that drug has a… lingering quality. You should bottle it up and sell it. You’d be a billionaire.”
My stomach drops. “I am so sorry,” I say. “I swear I did not realize that when we kissed… I—I don’t know what I thought.”
“Oh, it’s fine,” she sighs, moving over to the counter across from where I am seated. “I know you didn’t mean it.”
She takes out an odd silver pot and opens it up. It is a contraption with separate compartments, which she proceeds to pack with a fine brown powder. Her fingers move expertly. She fills another part with water from the sink, screws all the pieces back together, and then sets it on her heat-top cooking appliance. Everything humans do is overly complex.
“Besides, you were a perfect gentleman.”
I am surprised by that statement. “Am I a gentle man? Is that how you perceive me?”
Her face twists up into amusement. “It’s a phrase we have that can mean a lot of things. But in this case it just means you were respectful and didn’t take advantage of me.”
“I see…”
We are silent for a moment, and Ella stares at her silver contraption with her reddened cheeks.
“Would it be best if I left—”
“What does viki mean?”
We spoke at the same time, and Ella whips around to look at me with wide eyes. “Don’t leave, Kila.”
“Pakka is not pleased,” I say, rubbing my fingers against my forehead. “He tells me that they attempted a comm link with multiple Kar’Kali base locations and were unable to make contact.”
Her eyebrows crinkle together. “What does that mean?”
I shake my head. “Nothing good. The most likely explanation would be that the Azza have gained a foothold in Alliance territory. Hopefully not on Kar’Kal itself… If that is the reason, then their tech must have improved. Previously, they were unable to cloak or disrupt any of our transmissions.”
“Oh… What will you guys do?”
“Unfortunately, we can do nothing. We are regular citizens at this time,” I explain. “There may be information the Alliance does not tell us. Even though all adult Kar’Kali are considered members of the military, the Alliance does not see it this way. They have been notified that the comm links are not going through, and we must rely on them to let us know.”
Her pot starts hissing, and she turns to remove it from the heat. “I’m sorry. You must be so worried.”
“It is something we understood when we accepted these positions. We knew we would be too far from Sector 5 to be useful. They specifically chose un-mated males because they did not wish to lose a single sexually productive body. Now the flaw in that plan is clear. The result? Five un-mated males out in the farthest reach of Alliance territory with malfunctioning chips.”
“Un-mated? But I thought that you didn’t allow mating? Isn’t that the whole point of the chips?”
“Not in the traditional way, no. But we still adhere to the pairings that the Kali’Ka chooses, and the chips track that information. The male and female are notified that they need to report regularly to deposit egg and seed. It is necessary. Males don’t produce fertile seed until a pair is chosen.”
She becomes pensive as she pours the dark, almost black liquid from the top of her pot. Her lips pout out thoughtfully.
“Ah.” I smirk at her. “A viki’s face if I ever saw one.”
“I was just thinking—and hold that thought because you’re going to explain that word when
I’m done talking—Anyways, I was thinking,” she repeats. “You are planning to create a hormonal booster, right? That’s what you’re hoping to create in the lab?”
I nod slowly. “Yes, perhaps. But we are exploring other potential options. Studying human male sperm… the female’s lunar cycle… among other things. But an injectable serum to improve egg production would be ideal for our females.”
“Right, but… the assumption about what’s happening between us is that we’ve been chosen as a breeding pair by the Kali’Ka, correct?” She waves her hands around frantically as she speaks. It’s endearing.
“Yes,” I shrug. “What other explanation would there be?”
She rolls her eyes up. “Sure, because it couldn’t have been my charming personality that reeled you in. Had to be the mystical planetary spirit.”
I hesitate. “Ella, I didn’t mean to offend you; I only meant—”
“Whatever,” she mutters. “Let me get to my point. If your spirit can choose me, a human, as your mate, then your project is already on track to help your planet. This, between us, is proof that human female eggs are compatible with Kali’Ka males.”
What is she suggesting? I have heard of other species stealing women to procreate, but to Kar’Kali the concept is morally reprehensible. Is this a normal occurrence on Earth?
“It’s not as if we can just bring human women to the planet and hope that a male will respond to them,” I say.
“Isn’t there some way you can purchase human eggs and co-opt them to be used by already mated Kar’Kali females? Human women already sell eggs here; there’s already a market for it,” she explains.
Human women sell eggs? This never occurred to me. On Kar’Kal, eggs are considered precious, and most females regularly attend freezing appointments to harvest as many mature ones as possible. I jolt upright and grab my tap-pad.
“Ella, this is a wonderful thought. I must tell Pakka immediately,” I say. “We can acquire samples… If we ever get in contact with the capitol’s birth center, they will likely be on board to provide Kar’Kali egg samples that we can experiment with.”