by Gemma Voss
Her words frighten me, like no fleet and no invading army ever could. She prods at every fact my world has been built on, pushing it into a precarious state of unrest.
“When have you ever had a choice, Kila?” she demands. “Tell me what choice you’ve made for yourself.”
“I don’t have that luxury,” I argue. “There is a war that needs to be fought.”
“You said anger or emotion or whatever won’t kill enemies or win a war. Well, I’m here to tell you that sacrificing your own happiness will not kill your enemies either.” Her eyes plead with me. At least they have stopped dripping with liquid from her sadness. The way they reddened at the edges has her blue eyes brightening to the color of Earth’s midday skies.
“What do you want?” she asks me. “What do you really want?”
She is too clever, too good-hearted, too perfect. I know she is right. Theoretically, we are not a free people. Certainly not when I compare Kar’Kal to Earth and most every planet the Alliance has colonized. Oh, they scrabble over that fancy word ‘sovereignty’, but people can do what they wish. Ella is accustomed to going to ‘watch movies,’ having the day to oneself, and other ‘leisure time’ activities (whatever that means). But I have never considered the things I do not have, not until Ella.
Her small hands reach to frame my face, a gesture so intimate that it makes my chest tighten.
“What do you want, Kila? Tell me you want to do your duty to your people and I will leave right now, I prom—”
I pull her atop me and shake my head vigorously.
“What I want is you,” I say, running my hands over her body. “You are the only good thing I have every wanted for myself. The only thing I’ve sought on my own without anger as my drive…”
We wrap ourselves up in each other and begin to kiss ravenously, pressing our bodies together as if we could never be close enough. I don’t know what is right and what is wrong, anymore. I don’t know if I am a slave to her or made free by her, but I can only feel joy the moment I decide not to care about any of it.
Chapter 14
ELLA
“Tell me what to do. I want to please you,” he says.
“You know, for a clueless alien, you know just what to say,” I laugh.
But in this moment, he does not seem like the inexperienced virgin alien. He is all male energy, flipping me and prowling to hover over my body like a predator. He is devouring the sight of me with his eyes, murmuring familiar words that do not translate.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to demand he start kissing me, touching me, anything … just before he does. He caresses his hand up the side of my body as he lowers his mouth to my breasts, picking up where we left off. Warmth spreads out from my nipples where he tongues me. I am already hot and my pussy is flooded from his magic tongue. Every touch of that thing sets me on fire. It’s not just an aphrodisiac by ingestion—it creates tingling sensations everywhere he applies it.
His hands are roaming further, and I guess his confidence is growing because they skim over my thighs and pubic hair, dangerously close to where I’d really like him to be. I suppose I could tell him what to do like he asked, but I find I’d rather watch what he comes up with for the moment.
He lifts his head for a moment to watch my face, his tongue out and flickering over my hardened peaks. That tongue is so dark it is almost black, and the sight of him worshiping my chest is erotic. He returns his fingers to my breasts to squeeze them and play with their heaviness. I squeal with delight when he experimentally presses one nipple between his fingers while he laves at the other. Pleased by my response, he does it again, then switches to lick at the sensitive pinched nipple. I cry out again.
I’m hungry for more though, impatient after last night, so I clasp his hand and guide it between my legs.
Watching him react is just what I wanted. I part my thighs and drag his fingers between my folds. His eyes widen and his mouth slackens.
“Do you feel how wet I am for you, baby?” I lean back my head and shut my eyes, dropping my hand away to let him explore on his own.
He groans, and suddenly both hands are on me there at my center. He parts me with one hand and brushes the other along my slit experimentally. So gentle, so light, as if he’s scared to let himself feel me. He slides his curious finger up between my folds again, all the way to my clit this time. I hiss out and my body pulses when he brushes it. The hand that parts me spreads me wider and he drags across my clit again, testing my reaction.
“Yes,” I whisper, my hips twitching up.
I smile and open my eyes again. It’s adorable how serious he looks, as if he’s examining the motherboard on one of his gadgets.
I reach down and circle my clit, teasing some pleasure from it, just to show him how I move my hand to get myself off. I stop and touch his hair affectionately. “Like that… Or you can lick it… or both.”
Eyes lighting, he bends over me and begins to pleasure me with his mouth. Did this idea just… never occur to him? He needed my suggestion to set off the lightbulb? Well, I’m glad I mentioned it. He licks me from ass to clit and then circles my swollen nub with his tongue. He keeps me spread with one hand while the other creeps up to palm my breast. That secretion from his tongue starts to make me throb like crazy, and my pussy floods. Everywhere he licks heats up and tingles. I am moaning and squirming beneath him, every lap of his tongue amplified.
“Oh God,” I cry.
When he begins working my clit, I shudder with need. When he starts drifting elsewhere, I reach forward to press him back to where he was. “Right there,” I tell him. He hesitates for just a moment and then swirls over my clit and suckles on it.
My body thrums in response and I scream with pleasure. “Do that again,” I hurriedly mewl out.
He swirls and swirls his tongue, holding out moments longer this time before he sucks on it just as he did before.
“Aahnn,” I moan, shaking from the feeling. Kila learns quickly, lavishing his attentions there and flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth like a demon. I am climbing towards my orgasm with shuddering moans. When my hips begin to buck against him uncontrollably, he hums with amusement and presses me down. He pins my legs in place and attacks with his tongue, urged on by my body’s reaction.
“Yes, yesyesyes. Kila!” I clench down on the sheets as I come, whimpering with the force of it. He keeps going while I ride the waves of the high, trembling and writhing against him. When the release has ended, I pant quietly and tap at his arms. “Oh, God.. Kila… Stop or you’ll kill me.”
He pulls away. “Why stop? I want to see that again,” he says.
“I want you inside me,” I tell him. I reach for his cock and pump it a little, thumbing over the tip to feel his precum. He’s hard and huge, and as soon as my fingers close around him, he responds. He shutters his eyes like he’s in heaven just from the lightest attention. It gives me a thrill of power, like he only belongs to me, like only I can do this to him.
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” I purr, stroking him in my hand. In this moment, I want to ruin him. In this moment, I want to show him the full extent of human depravity, and just how good it feels. I’m going to make him say it all out loud and give in to me fully.
He lets out a choked whimper and sighs, “Oh, Ella, you don’t want to hear it…”
“I do,” I say with a grin. I lean forward and add my second hand, fondling his balls with it while I continue to stroke him hard. “Tell me what you want to do. Show me my savage breeding mate.”
“I want to fuck you hard, Ella. I want to fill you with my cock and I don’t want to stop until I fill you with my seed,” he growls out the words and his nostrils flare. I could come just from those words. Just as I’m smiling, satisfied with my power trip, I realize I’ve ignited something in him. His black eyes seem to grow, the whites of them receding. I gasp.
“There it is,” I breathe out. He rips my hand from his cock and slams my wrist up above my head. H
e takes the other and pins it just as roughly. I squeak, startled, but that assertiveness sparks a new flood of arousal between my legs.
He covers me with his body, and even if I weren’t frozen with anticipation, I wouldn’t be able to move. My arms are trapped above me, and he slides his knees forward so my own are hooked over his powerful thighs. When he edges forward, I’m forced to open even wider, my pussy splayed beneath him. His cock is there, grinding against my slit from the act of subduing me. Our faces are so close that his breath tickles my ear, eliciting a weak moan from my lips.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks. He thrusts his cock over me, grinding my clit. “To see how the warrior would take you? To be pinned under me like hunter and prey? Imagine for a moment that the greater universe does not exist. It is you and I only. I see you in the wilds and know you are my mate; I smell your cunt and know it is mine to breed. And in that second when I see you, I will not stop until I catch you and rut you like a beast.”
My mouth hangs open, dry from the shock and the sheer arousal. My cunt clenches, needing him inside me.
“Now, tell me,” he rasps against my ear. “Tell me this cunt is mine and I will reward it with this cock.”
My hesitant lover is gone, and I quiver beneath the alpha male that replaced him. It is all I can do to say, “My cunt is yours, Kila. Please, please… It belongs to you. Claim it now.”
***
KILA
She has asked to see me lose control, and the sight of her in heat has finally triggered it, beyond any level I had once thought possible. I must have been teetering on the edge when she came, because watching her writhe beneath my tongue made my sight go too bright for a moment. It must have been the scent of her creaming cunt or the tantalizing words she spilled from her mouth. Behind my sweet, thoughtful Ella hides a seductive viki female who will taunt until she gets me how she wants me. All I know is that in one moment I was myself, wondering what I should do and how I should please her, and in the next I was functioning on an instinct long forgotten. My heartbeat spiked, my cock throbbed, and I trapped her.
So, this is what we have sworn off. I now understand it fully. It is an uncontrollable need, cosmic in power and all-consuming. Because if a single being tried to pull me from her in this instant, I would tear them apart. I believe I’d be capable of tearing that hypothetical enemy apart and then returning to her cunt still hot from the kill.
The sweetest reward for my insanity is the whimpering female beneath me, wanting it so badly that her pelvic muscles pulse up, begging me to sink inside her. I have restricted all her free movement, and still she bucks herself against me.
“Yes,” I tell her. “This wet cunt is mine.”
I remove one hand from her wrists and guide the tip of my cock against her slit. She tenses up, mouth falling open as I press into her slowly.
“Mmnf,” she groans in ecstasy, though I am only partway inside her.
I cover her neck with my mouth and bite gently as I thrust all the way in. Her cunt is so tight and warm. I stay that way for a moment, licking the column of her tender skin and basking in this feeling. Great Ka, I could not have imagined a more perfect feeling in the wildest of my dreams.
The need to move runs through me. I pull out and thrust in. Pull out and thrust. She squeezes me like a vise and cries out. She enjoys the feeling; I can see it in her pink flushed face. She wants more. I begin to slam into her wildly, drawing higher and higher cries from her. The sounds of her gushing cunt and our slapping bodies wraps around my mind, lulling me into rhythm. The faster I fuck her, the more her breasts heave, and the louder she screams. The brutality of it only feeds the feeling that I own her in this moment. I have taken her and she yields to me with her delicious responses.
I shift my body, releasing her arms. They flop to the side as though she cannot feel them at all. I tilt her ass, tugging her legs up against my chest in a desperate attempt to somehow get deeper inside her.
“Oooh,” she trills once I’ve trussed her legs up against my front. When I start to thrust her in this new position, her eyes roll up in her head. “Yes, yes, fuck me…”
I watch her climb toward her peak once again as I pump her like this. As she edges toward it, I fuck her harder and faster, needing to see her face paralyzed with pleasure. I need to see her come, and I need to know how it will feel to have her do so when I am inside her. With a succession of quick, deep strokes she is pushed over the edge. Her cunt pulses around me, clenching me for a fleeting moment of ever more intense pressure. Her head lolls to the side as she shivers through it, moaning incoherently.
I have been building and building all the while, and I know when I see her come that I will not last much longer. Once she has relaxed and moved past the height of her orgasm, I let down her legs. They quiver and glisten with sweat.
I need to look in her eyes when I spend my seed in her. I pull her from her reverie by grasping her face in my hand.
“Ella,” I demand her attention, and her wild blue eyes swivel to meet my gaze. “Watch me when I claim you.”
She nods and does as I say while I thrust her hard. We watch each other as I groan, keening towards my pleasure. Still clutching her around the jaw, I finally let go. With a few furious pumps into her cunt, I explode. I empty myself inside her, blinded by the spike of satisfaction.
I collapse against her but try not to rest all my weight on her small body. For a minute, only the sound of our breathing fills the room. I roll to the side, instinctively turning her body with me so as not to leave the warmth of being inside her just yet.
My savage-self fades away, leaving only Kila… exhausted and pleased beyond measure. “Ella,” I sigh out, searching for words. Part of me yearns to apologize. Part of me yearns to beg her for words of commitment. Perhaps I can drag them from her while I have her dazed by the afterglow. There is a desire in me to hear her pledge to be mine again now that we have crossed out of that simple universe in which we are breeding mates. How could I have imagined that letting go of this would be a possibility? How can I ever consider allowing my suppressor to be fixed again?
“Shhh,” she hushes me, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. “Let’s just be here for a while longer.”
I smile, recalling for a moment that I once called her feeble-minded. Ludicrous. Wiser words have never been spoken. At her directive, I will cling to this temporary paradise for as long as I can. With my cock still inside her, it feels as though she is truly mine. I settle my arms over her small form and close my eyes for a while.
Chapter 15
ELLA
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
I just got fucked within an inch of losing my mind. The soft joy that followed our lovemaking disappears when my eyes snap open. The light is shining bright through the window.
He sleeps like an angel, again wearing that half-smile. We’re splayed on top of the sheets, naked limbs entwined. My phone is buzzing angrily from the top of my dresser. I untangle myself from his arms, and he stirs.
“Shhh, stay right there, baby,” I whisper to him.
He does what I tell him, not even fully opening his eyes. I get the feeling his system was running on high alert, possibly as a result of his whack-o hormones. Now, his body got what it needed, and its down for the count. I sneak out and answer my buzzing phone when I’m far from the bedroom door.
“Hullo?” My voice is creaky, probably from all the screaming.
“ELLA!” Jen Marsden is screeching in my ear like a banshee. “TELL ME WHY I’M CALLING YOU ON A SUNDAY, WHY DON’T YOU?”
“Ummm, I’m harboring a criminal?” My eyes dart to my bedroom door.
“You disregarded a direct order. I told you that you need to defer to Pakka when it comes to Kila’s … situation.”
I debate whether I should tell her just where his situation has been recently. I respect Jen and have even wondered whether we would be good friends in a world where she wasn’t a workaholic with no time to grab happy hour drin
ks.
“Look, Jen, I’m sorry but what was I supposed to do? The guy followed me here. He’s the alien planet equivalent of a Navy Seal, I mean jeez. Besides, we updated Pakka.”
“Yeah, and he’s up my asshole. Via text anyways. The man has no chill. He has his whole crew quarantined in their apartment like encountering a woman will cause a terminal disease. I had Hassan set up a comm link in their building, which wasn’t a freaking picnic to arrange, mind you. We can’t get a hold of any Kar’Kali links. It’s radio silence. So I had to contact the Alliance network, and they freaked out. Said there’s absolutely no reason the Kar’Kal lines should be down. They told me a probe is being jettisoned from the nearest outpost to investigate. This could mean there’s been a major Sector 5 setback.”
“Wouldn’t that hypothetically be classified information?” I remind her in my sweetest tone of voice.
“Hypothetically, I’d like to classify your ass straight into the sun. Tell it to me straight. Did you hit that?”
“Are you asking me as my boss?”
“I’m asking you as a simple woman, who needs a little hot gossip to take the edge off an all-nighter,” she says. I can hear some clinking on her end, and I would bet anything she’s pouring a noon o’clock cocktail. “You know, I haven’t left the office since meeting the Alliance investigators here yesterday afternoon.”
“We… may have… broken some Kar’Kali laws,” I slowly say. “But that is most definitely classified information. If he has an opportunity to fix things, he may very well do that. And if that’s what he wants, I don’t want anything to stand in his way.”
“Consider it vaulted.” She lets out a long sigh and gets serious. “Look, I’m only half-calling to bust your balls. I needed to tell you about that Alliance conversation because there’s no telling how these guys will react if their planet has been compromised. It’s my recommendation that you get his horny ass back here— and YES, I am still here— so that his team is together for whatever news this probe is going to bring us.”