Taken by the Alien Savage: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Warriors of the Oasis Book 1)

by Ivy Sparks

  All three of us sat beside each other as the pirates danced and ate a sand beast they had hunted. I figured that now we were far enough into the desert that we were past the area where Ryker had exterminated all the sand beasts.

  Nora slept beside me as Sophie stroked her hair. The Ixol pirates, as if to humiliate us and show us just how weak we were, had untied our hands, with one of them telling us, “Go ahead and try to escape. Make our day.”

  We made no attempt.

  Nora had wept since then. She had said she didn’t want to die before saying goodbye to her daughter and husband. She had only just fallen asleep a few minutes ago.

  “…it is strange,” I overheard an Ixol say. “Sand beasts infest this entire desert, yet we found only one today.”

  I found myself smiling as I looked up at the stars. Only I knew the true reason, that Ryker annihilated most of them for my safety. My smile disappeared as I wondered if that wasn’t quite the real reason. Maybe he killed them for revenge. For attacking his property.

  But everything in my soul told me that was wrong.

  I turned, hearing Nora’s sniffling acting up again. She hadn’t slept for long. “It’s going to be all right, Nora,” I assured her.

  In a broken whisper, she said, “Don’t say that. Don’t give me anymore hope, Claire.”

  “Hey,” I called her. “Look at me Nora.” I waited for her to look me in the eyes. When she finally did, I said, “They’re coming for us. I know it. I feel it here.” I touched my chest. “Like when you feel your husband is on his way home or just around the corner. You know that feeling?” Nora hesitated, then nodded. “Just like that, I feel Ryker. He’s close. Trust me.” Nora’s trembling lips turned up into a weak smile as she hugged me.

  Soon enough the pirates started dozing off. The campfire died down until shadows took over the environment.

  Nora and Sophie fell back asleep but I couldn’t. My heartbeat quickened, as if in anticipation of something. Nothing scared me anymore. I felt strong, powerful. That was when I heard a rustling, and I saw large shadows moving swiftly.

  I smiled to myself.

  He was here.

  “Charge!” I heard Ryker’s voice roar, a large army of Xeki soldiers appearing from all angles, brandishing spears and swords. They took no mercy in slaughtering the pirates, tearing them apart from their heads to ensure they wouldn’t be getting up.

  Sophie and Nora stirred from their sleep, gasping in fear at the fighting bodies until they realized half of them were Xeki men. The three of us huddled together and watched as the pirates fell one by one, not standing the slightest chance.

  But one Ixol-shaped shadow moved swiftly.

  It was the pirate king charging at Ryker’s back with a spear in hand. I shouted, “Look out!” and Ryker spun around, effortlessly ripping away the pirate king’s weapon. The pirate king raised his forearms like an offensive lineman blocking a charge, but Ryker slipped to the side, pushed the pirate’s elbow down and away, caught his head, and rolled him into the ground. With one twisting motion, Ryker separated the pirate king’s head from his body.

  “Ryker!” I shouted. He looked at me, our eyes locked for a moment. I saw his savage side subside and softness return to his face. Taking one last look around the camp to ensure all Ixol had been felled, Ryker dropped the dead pirate king and rushed over to the three of us.

  “Are you hurt?” he asked. I shook my head.

  “You!” Nora pointed and charged at him. “Where are the storms?” She pushed him.

  “Nora!” I held her back, locking my hands around her waist, pinning her arms. She must’ve been so convinced of the Xeki betrayal that even this obvious rescue wasn’t enough to change her mind.

  Ryker’s fists clenched, and I knew he didn’t take kindly to being questioned like that. Before he could say anything, I whispered his name, “Ryker.”

  He glanced at me and understood. His expression changed as he replied calmly, “There’s apparently been a break in the storms, but only for a short while. The pirates took advantage of it, hoping, perhaps, that the storms would close in behind them so we had no chance of saving you.” He continued, “I’m sorry. Our technology is primitive, as you know, so we can’t track the weather exactly.”

  Nora looked at him with teary eyes and broke down, saying, “I’m sorry. The pirates had me convinced you had all lied to us. Took advantage of us.”

  Ryker turned back to look at me. As if on cue, the sands and winds started kicking up.

  “We must return to the village,” Ryker said. With that, he swept me off my feet, then motioned two of his men do the same for Sophie and Nora. Sure, this made me feel a bit like a damsel, but with the dehydration and exhaustion, I welcomed Ryker’s powerful arms. Nuzzling my face against his muscled chest and knowing I was finally safe, I slipped away into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Claire

  I gazed down at the village below from the castle’s royal carnia garden nestled in the mountaintop. A gentle breeze surrounded me with the flowers’ honey scent, the air feeling crisp to my lungs. I knew the carnia flowers had medical properties, but I could be easily convinced they had spiritual properties too. Just being among the soft white-speckled purple flowers made all my aches and pains melt away.

  Ryker had insisted, after rescuing me two nights ago, that I spend at least a couple of hours a day in the garden to recover. At first I had thought he was being a bit silly, but just a few minutes sitting here for the first time had revitalized me almost instantly. Yesterday Sophie and Nora had joined me, but this afternoon I sat alone.

  I didn’t mind it. Being alone, I could tap into my inner center without much effort, feeling closer to Ryker even if he was a mile away. Ryker had gone on a hunt this morning, but I had a feeling he’d be back soon.

  I just knew.

  Warm, powerful arms wrapped around my waist, and I looked up over my shoulder to see Ryker’s handsome grin behind me.

  “A successful hunt?” I asked.

  He kissed me, his lips warm and soft. “It always is.”

  He remained behind me as I sat on the stone bench, his hands on my shoulders. We both looked out at the bustling village below, and I smiled, proud to be part of such a warm community.

  “You’ve become so strong,” Ryker said. “I wouldn’t have been able to find you without the strength in your heart pulling me close. Even on today’s hunt far into the desert, I felt your pull.”

  “Ryker?”

  “Yes?”

  “I felt yours too. I even felt how elated you were when you caught a Sand Elk. I take it we’re having another feast tonight?”

  Ryker squeezed my shoulders and laughed. “I guess there’s no keeping surprises from you anymore.”

  “Nope. But who needs surprises when every waking moment feels like it’s too good to be true?” I let out a wistful sigh, putting my hand over Ryker’s on my shoulder. “The pirate king said something peculiar, something I’ve been thinking about while I spend time in this garden.”

  Ryker took a seat next to me, patiently waiting for me to say what I needed to say in my own time.

  I looked down at my fingers, which were interlaced, palms up in my lap. “He told a lot of lies, but I think one thing he said was true.”

  “And what was that?” Ryker asked softly. I appreciated that his voice was calm, not defensive.

  “That my body has changed. Improved, after having mated with you. I’m stronger. I’m worrying less about my purpose in the world, about being alone. And…” I paused. “He also said I’m more fertile. And he’s right. It’s all I think about now, and my body aches to have you inside me again. I want nothing more than to carry your children, Ryker.” I forced the next words past my tightened throat, the hardest, most vulnerable words to say, “I love you, and I want to build a future with you.”

  Ryker’s eyes lit up, but he quickly replaced that expression with a sly grin. For a moment, my heart sunk, and I wor
ried he would laugh in my face. “Claire,” he began, the sly smile then replaced by hooded eyes of desire. “I’ve known that you love me. But it relieves me to hear you say it. I know lesser men have hurt you in the past, so I admire the courage it took for you to put yourself in that position again. I’m honored, and I love you too.”

  A tear fell from one of my eyes, which he wiped away with a gentle brush of his thumb against my cheek. That only made the waterworks worse, and I buried my sniveling face into his chest. “Thank you, Ryker. I was so lost before I met you.”

  “Shh.” He brushed the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear, which he kissed. His hot breath immediately made me wet, and I buried my face even deeper into his chest, knowing he’d smell my arousal. “Oh,” he said, chuckling. “You want to test out that pirate king’s theory already?”

  I groaned inwardly, emotionally in the mood for a good cry, but clearly my body had other plans, because the heat and throbbing between my legs only worsened. I finally pulled away from his chest, giving him the opportunity to cup my breasts. He lifted and squeezed them gently, letting out a primal little growl.

  “Not in the garden,” I protested, though my voice was unconvincing, even to myself.

  He continued to massage my breasts. “Why not?”

  “It’s out in the open air. Someone might see us. Hear us.”

  He lifted me up and plopped me onto his lap. The dress I wore left me exposed, with no underwear to cover me. From this splayed position, the breeze blew under and up the hem of my dress, the crisp coolness against my wet heat. I almost begged right then for Ryker to bury his hot cock inside me.

  Ryker grabbed the bottom of my dress and in a single motion lifted it past my arms, tossing it to the side. My breath quickened as I looked down at my nude body, out in the open of this lush green garden. Ryker’s hardened cock pressed against my folds, my clit, but his armor and clothes were in the way.

  Any rejections I had just moments ago disappeared as I tugged at the buckles of Ryker’s armor. He helped me along until we were both as naked as the day we were born. I hopped back on Ryker’s lap again, the unsatiated heat at my core making me desperately reach for his cock, only for him to grab both of my slim wrists in his powerful hands. He tutted me, and I couldn’t believe he had such self-control, considering how large and veined his cock was.

  “Not so fast, my little Claire. Don’t worry. I’m going to stuff you full of my cum, but you need to exercise a little patience first. You need to earn it.”

  Like hell! But I had no words, too overcome with need to say anything. All I did was let out a whiny moan and rub my wet pussy against the length of his cock. That thing was like a tree trunk. Jesus.

  He lifted me again, with zero effort, then set me down on the ground. “Kneel,” he said.

  I did, getting a very intimate view of his cock, his balls, the whole fertile package. The tip of his cock was a vibrant color, ever since his markings transformed with our mating, and it was hard to look away from.

  “Suck,” he whispered, eyes hooded as he lifted my chin up with a single finger.

  My pussy throbbed with need, beckoning me to do as he said if that was what it took to get him to stuff me. I ran a finger up his shaft, feeling the velvet skin, wet from my own arousal, and from his dripping tip. I ran a thumb across the head, making him jerk in pleasure, sucking in air. To think, a tiny woman like myself could cause him to lose control with just a touch of my finger.

  Wanting to elicit even more desperate movements from him, I set my tongue on the base of his shaft and moved upwards, licking up both of our wet arousal. Once I got to the tip of his cock, I gripped the shaft with one hand, and sucked on him ravenously. I had no idea what got into me, but my only desire was to suck him dry, whether it be with my mouth, my pussy, any other hole he might want to explore. I knew he had plenty of seed in those balls for my womb, so it wouldn’t be a waste if I swallowed his very essence.

  His dripping cock tasted so sweet, better than any other man, and I moaned as I bobbed my head up and down, licking and sucking as hard as I could. His fingernails gripped my scalp, my hair, helping me along as he rocked gently against my mouth. With his release so close, I felt like I could climax even with no stimulation on my bare pussy. God, the things this man did to me!

  A throbbing between my lips announced what was to come as he arched his back and let out a barely suppressed moan. His cum spurted down my throat, so warm and sweet. I swallowed ravenously, sucking up every last drop left in his cock, until I finally released him from my mouth.

  He panted for a few moments, before returning to the present, wiping a stray bit of cum from my lips. “My turn,” he demanded, before picking me up yet again and laying me along the length of the bench. I felt so exposed, both my breasts and pussy on full display in this position. He let himself enjoy the image, before going to his knees on the other end of the bench, taking both hands and spreading my legs wide apart.

  He buried his face into my folds, his tongue, so much longer than any human man’s, exploring deep into my core, before circling around my clit in such a way that I had to grab something. With the bench being merely a long slab of rock on two smaller ones, I had to opt for grabbing the grass instead.

  He pressed a warm thumb against my sopping wet clit and stimulated it better than I ever could have myself, and I started bucking against all the sensations, losing control of my body as he waited until the last second to invade my slit with his tongue again. That was all I could take. I sat up and stared down at his face working against my pussy, lapping me up, until an orgasm rocked me to my core.

  “You taste so, so good,” he said, standing up again to reveal how long and hard his cock was. I shuddered, excited to realize we were nowhere near done. I rested back down on the slab as he took one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking my nipple gently at first, before becoming more greedy. His hand massaged my other breast, which he soon turned his attention to.

  “Such bountiful breasts,” he said when he stopped for air. “Now let’s put a child in you.”

  Fuck me. My pussy was engorged with arousal, throbbing for him to stuff me already. He hovered his cock over my folds, laying it on me as I thrust against him like a horny animal. “Stick it in me,” I begged.

  “Do you want me to impregnate you?”

  “Fuck yes,” I rasped, spreading my legs wide as if he needed any more invitation.

  The tip of his cock pressed against my opening, and I arched my back in anticipation of his length. I kept whispering something, maybe it was, “Please,” but I had no sense of anything anymore. All I wanted was his cock.

  He plunged into me, sliding in with no effort because of how slick I was, yet he was so big I felt myself having to acclimate to his size. I thought I was used to it by now, but it seemed the prospect of impregnating me made him that much bigger.

  His cock had the most perfectly distanced ridges, and with each thrust, they rubbed up against my most sensitive inner spot, sending me over the edge. He grabbed the back of each of my thighs, pushing them against my shoulders so he could get a better angle. His powerful thrusts made audible slaps that echoed throughout the garden. I couldn’t help myself, realizing that we were fucking so raw, so dirty out in the open. My pussy fluttered against his alien cock, tightening around him, yet he wasn’t anywhere near done with me.

  “Not yet,” he said, then he motioned that I hold back my thighs for him. His hands freed, he wrapped them around my waist, his thumbs right over the skin above my fertile wound. With his thumbs pressing down, I could feel just how deep his cock was inside me, and he was so entrenched that each thrust made a sucking sound. He thrust even harder, his balls tight and ready to unleash his seed inside me.

  I held my breath, waiting for the release, but I couldn’t prepare for how much he had in store for me this time. His grip tightened around my waist as I pulled my legs back further, spreading as wide as possible for him as he pumped round after roun
d of cum into my core. There was so much excess, it dribbled out of my pussy and down my crack, making a puddle on the stone slab. The roar he let out as he shot the last of his cum could have been heard throughout the village below.

  But he didn’t pull out, his eyes locked onto mine with determination. He wasn’t done. He was only catching his breath. I stared down at the wet mess that was my pussy, seeing the milky liquid covering every part of our sexes. Then I saw him pull out and thrust back into me again. “I told you I was going to stuff you,” he said when I gasped.

  Again I was at a loss for words, and I dropped my legs so they could splay on either side of the bench. My hands grasped for my own breasts, which were throbbing with fertility and desire. I looked down past them; I swear my belly was already visibly filled up with his previous offerings. How I could take any more of his seed, I didn’t know.

  He pounded against my pussy, which was raw with punishment now, so sensitive that each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through me. The rest of my body was limp and dumb with exhaustion, leaving me entirely at his mercy.

  He showed none, plowing me even harder than before, until my core started tightening again in anticipation of an orgasm. He sensed this, and thrust more rapidly, grasping one of my bouncing breasts while holding my waist steady with the other hand. He held back, waiting until I was just about there, until he unleashed another wave of cum into me, my pussy throbbing and sucking in every last bit of his seed into my womb.

  He collapsed onto the grass next to the low bench, and I rolled over on top of him, seed spilling out of me in the movement, but I knew more than enough had been planted inside my womb.

  We both breathed heavily for a few minutes, the smell of our sex too powerful for even the outdoor breeze to disperse.

  “You are fucking amazing, Ryker,” I said, panting against his neck.

  His hands squeezed my ass as he kissed my cheek. “And you, Claire, more so.”

  I remembered then that there was a feast tonight.