Capturing Carmen

by K. A Knight

  It repeats in my head as I rush to her. Vrid holds up his hand, but doesn’t try to stop me.

  Mine, mine, mine, mine.

  Ripping through the ties that hold her, I throw her over my shoulder, her weight minuscule, like a feather as she squeals, laughing against my back. She says something to me, but I’m too caught up in the moment, my pulse still thumping in my ears, making me unable to decipher it.

  Her slight curves and softness press against my hardness. I know I’m coating her in blood, but before the night is through, she will be covered in it, so it doesn’t matter.

  “Klan Marix, the human is yours! Look at your victors!” the announcer calls, but we ignore him, too focused on our mate.

  I turn without speaking and start to walk away. I hear Vrid scramble to keep up and Xal grins at me from where he waits at the edge of the mountain. She wiggles on my shoulder, so I slap her round, delicious ass and band my arm over her.

  She moans, the sound making me stumble. Fighting the urge to drop her to the ground and mate with her here, I keep walking. Her hands trace down my back, her touch light and exploring, yet it burns through me. Branding me, claiming me as hers.

  “Kronk,” Vrid yells, but it’s too late.

  I plunge over the edge of the mountain, holding on to my mate. She doesn’t even scream, just keeps touching me as we plummet to the ground below. She already trusts me. Either that, or she’s as crazy as we are.

  That only excites me further.

  9

  Ryx

  From on top of the mountain obstacle, I can see everything. To my left, the remaining members of the decimated Klans are still trying to figure out the water obstacle. The audience is cheering and hollering as they root for their favourites to win.

  And Carmen, my mate.

  To my right, Kronk has seized her off the pole before I could even descend the mountain obstacle. Not that I was trying. As the youngest of our Klan, I like to defer to the others, allow them the spoils before I try them, because that’s just how Klan life works.

  We all have our roles, our responsibilities and expectations, and we all follow them, no questions asked. So when I see Kronk heading back towards me with our mate on his shoulder, I make way for him, dropping down the battle side of the mountain. I take out the dying as I go, shoving my serrated blade through their necks or into their hearts.

  I sever their limbs from their bodies when they feebly reach for their weapons. As if they could even touch me with them. Others seek pity from me as their eyes settle on Kronk atop the mountain, holding our prize. They look to me for mercy, laying themselves on the ground before me, begging me to allow them to live.

  Such submission makes me fucking sick.

  Though I am the youngest of our Klan, I’m the most skilled with weapons. I can shoot an arrow into the bullseye of a target hundreds of yards away. I can wield any blade as an extension of my own arm, slicing through opponents with my eyes closed. Firearms? Easy. I can lock and load any and all of them with the best on the planet. Lasers, bullets, pellets… Doesn’t matter. Hell, I’m even versed in rope work and various types of knots.

  Maybe I can use that and tie up our little prize for easier exploration. Something tells me the small human would like that.

  Before Kronk could leap back over the freshly grown mountain, I finish cleaning up and head towards the entrance gate. Blood from the dead coats my skin, hardening my cock, heightening my bloodlust and my desire to mark my mate.

  Claim her.

  I wish to see my blood drip down her curvy body, to see her pussy clench as I taste her. I hurdle over the wokkren infested waters, tossing the stick back across after I land safely. The rest of Klan Marix will be coming up behind me. I don’t know about them, but I wish to make haste, wanting to get our little mate back home as soon as possible.

  Blood coats the grass, turning the once lush, green mountain into crimson puddles of sticky liquid. The tang of the metallic scent saturates my nose, furthering my desire to keep killing. To fuck. To claim.

  When Carmen blew me a kiss, hanging up on that pole like a fucking goddess, I almost came in my pants. I like a girl who knows what she wants. And Carmen certainly made one thing clear from that reaction.

  She wants us just as much as we want her.

  I can picture her body writhing underneath me as I pummel her tight hole with my thick cock. I can imagine her cupping Vrid’s balls, and sucking off Kronk as I bury myself inside her.

  All of us, taking her. Claiming her.

  I can hear the mewls and moans bursting from her plump lips as we bring her to the brink of ecstasy over and over again, until her voice grows hoarse from screaming…

  Not yet.

  I take a deep, calming breath and kick a corpse out of my way. I look back and see Kronk landing at the base of the water obstacle, his arm wrapped tightly around our mate with Vrid and Xal on his heels. Turning back, I break into a run. My speed picks up quickly as I leap over the dead, slicing through the dying, as I charge towards the exit. Cheers erupt around me when I reach the winner’s gate. I turn around and raise my hands in victory, my narkket still clenched in my fist.

  I lean back against the gate and sheathe my weapons, before crossing my arms over my chest. Kronk is heading my way with a determined look on his face, our mate thrown over his shoulder.

  My cock surges as her plump, naked ass comes into view, along with her puckered hole. Soon, I will be filling that tight hole with my cock as she screams beneath me.

  Soon.

  My eyes trail from her ass to the hint of pink peeking out from her pussy. I can’t wait to see those lower lips spread and swollen, to watch as my cum leaks from her entrance.

  So. Vekking. Hot.

  My horns darken further when the wind kicks up and blows her scent over me. I could bathe in her smell. The aphrodisiac makes me simultaneously want to fuck her and eat her alive.

  Kronk offers me a brief nod and slaps our mate on the ass. She yelps as his handprint turns her white cheek a beautiful shade of red.

  As he passes me, she raises her head and levels me with her bright emerald eyes, sparkling in mischief. Her tits sway with each step, and her chest is covered in blood.

  Marix blood.

  A deep need to add mine to the collection grows inside me.

  “Oh, look, a fourth black sash,” she coos, sucking one bloodied finger into her mouth.

  I slice my wrist and wipe the blood across her lips. She sticks her little pink tongue out of her mouth and licks it up, moaning as she does.

  Vekk yes…

  “Too good to fight for me? Are you scared of a little blood?”

  Is she… taunting me?

  I look down at my body and confirm that I’m covered in blood. I look up at her with furrowed brows, confusion evident on my face.

  She laughs at my expense, the sound making my balls ache and my cock grow. I feel myself deflate a bit when I think about teasing her back.

  “I’m just kidding, big boy. Please,” she bats her lashes, “don’t get me into trouble.” Then she winks at me. That’s my move.

  “Oh, Resha, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. The trouble you’ve caused, the punishments you will receive for your… indiscretions,” I tease.

  Her eyes darken, reminding me of our horns, before that cocky mouth of hers opens again.

  “Thank fuck. I’m counting on it.”

  10

  Carmen

  The way the younger one is eye fucking me only makes me want them more. Surprisingly, hanging off the large warrior’s back doesn’t make me feel less human. In fact, it makes me feel proud. He grips my legs like I’m a fucking trophy, strutting through the compound to show me off.

  After Vrid claimed me for Klan Marix, something inside me started to change. I could feel it deep in my gut, a warmth flowing from my toes and up through my body. It felt like my insides had turned molten, his words forever marking me, changing me. My very essence
had morphed into something greater than I had been in my life on Earth.

  The one carrying me grips me tight after pausing. I turn around to see what’s stopped him just in time to see the large alien rip the metal gate from the compound’s fence and toss it to the side without even a grunt. Vrid has to jump out of the way to avoid being a casualty of the flying object.

  “Slow down, big boy,” I tease, trailing my finger up and down his spine. “Are you that eager to claim your human on a more...physical level?”

  “I am no boy, little one. You may address me as Kronk. And you can bet your sweet, tight, sexy ass I am going to claim every fucking inch of your hot body.” He spanks my sore cheek again, but I’m a masochist, so the pain only turns me on. A moan escapes my lips and I feel my pussy clench with unfulfilled need. From the way I’m draped over Kronk’s back, I’m sure the other Klan members have a clear view of my pussy and the arousal leaking from inside me. “You are mine now. Ours. To do with what we want, whenever we want. If we tell you to lie down and spread your legs, you will do it. If we tell you to drop to your knees to take our cocks in your mouth, you will do so.”

  “How about right now, Kronk?”

  A deep rumble shudders through his body, vibrating my insides. “You are testing my patience, little one. I might suggest quieting that naughty mouth of yours until we get you home.”

  “And if I don’t?” Another spank sears my ass and I hiss through my teeth.

  “Then I’ll just have to tie you down and fuck you right here on the ground in front of all those gathered.” Kronk’s fingers dig into my skin, the pain causing me to bite my lip. “Would you like that?”

  “Fuck yes,” I groan.

  He stills. That’s clearly not the answer he was expecting.

  “Feisty little thing, isn’t she?” the one with the braids says, twirling one of his weapons around with ease. “I like her.”

  “You have no idea,” I answer. I catch his gaze and wink as Kronk carries me out of the arena and through a common area. Aliens line either side of the walkway and watch us as he strides through with me still slung over his shoulder.

  My eyes narrow on their faces. Fear is etched on their features, clear as day. Some tremble as we approach them, others cower, shoving their children behind them. It’s clear that my Klan is feared. The thought should scare me, but it only turns me on even more. Who are these guys anyway? And what have they done to elicit such a reaction from others?

  Beyond the crowd, I can see more torn limbs and decimated bodies. Seems the Klans didn’t wait to start fighting for me until after they entered the arena. I don’t know why, but the sight of the bludgeoned bodies and the copper scent of blood fills me with desire. By the amount of crimson liquid coating my Klan, I can only assume most of the corpses were created by their hands.

  I can’t deny that the sight of them slaughtering their opponents to get to me was a total turn on. Vrid’s eyes were black as night as they narrowed in on me tied to that pole. And Kronk? His horns turned a shade darker than black as he freed me from my bindings, his eyes feasting on my exposed body.

  “What does it feel like, Resha?” the young one asks. “What does it feel like to have all these foreign eyes on you, drinking in your naked body as you’re thrown over the back of a warrior alien you don’t even know?”

  “Thrilling,” I respond without a moment’s pause. “I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life and now it’s finally here. I relish their hungry gazes, their wandering eyes. What about you…”

  “Ryx,” he finishes for me. “What about me?”

  “How do you feel, after winning the only female up for grabs?”

  He pauses for a moment. “Aroused.” He smirks, making his features even more attractive as a hint of fang peeks out from under his lips.

  I smile back. “That makes two of us.”

  A deep rumble sounds from Ryx, and I swear his horns and eyes darken as a possessive look crosses his face. My smile quickly falters when Kronk picks up speed and I find myself bobbing up and down helplessly against his shoulder. My hands grip his back as I try to prevent my face from slamming into him.

  “Open the okkren. We need to get this little human back to our dwelling before I fuck her in the blood of the dead.”

  “Kinky,” I quip, earning another spank on my ass. “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish, big boy,” I taunt, lowering my voice seductively.

  His chest rumbles and I can’t hold in my laugh, loving how quickly I’m able to get under his skin, just like Twen and Vew. It’s like human girls are drugs and they are helplessly addicted to us.

  A whoosh sounds, and a moment later, I’m being thrown into some type of alien vehicle. It reminds me of the limousines on Earth, but way different. The inside is a large circle, with plush cushions lining the walls and soft, incandescent lights casting a warm glow.

  My Klan lumbers in behind me as I scramble off the floor to a seat. Four pairs of eyes drink me in, and for once I have no idea what to do with myself. I devour their forms like their gazes devour me, proud to call this Klan mine. Except it’s not exactly fair, because I’m sitting here naked and covered in blood while they’re still dressed.

  “If I have to be naked, so should you,” I tell them, folding my arms under my breasts. They follow the movement, watching my tits as I squish them together.

  “Soon, little one,” Kronk tells me, with a pat to the top of my head. “But first we must get you home.”

  I pout, not wanting to wait, desperate to have the ache between my thighs taken care of by one of them. I can see they want me. All four of them have bulges in their pants as they eye fuck me.

  I yelp when the… car I’m in begins to lift off the ground.

  “What the fuck is this thing?” I ask, stabilising myself with my arms on either side of me.

  “It is an okkren, Resha. Like what you humans would call a car, only ours can fly.” Ryx flaps his arms like a bird and I can’t hold back a laugh. “There are no operators, totally autonomous, allowing its passengers to do whatever they wish as they ride. And this one has been pre-programmed to take the winners to their new home.”

  “And what do you wish to do, Ryx? Care to keep me occupied?” The movement of the okkren becomes more stable, and I stand up in the center of the space. My short stature allows me to stand at my full height, whereas the aliens would smash their heads and horns against the ceiling.

  Using that to my advantage, I stretch my arms up over my head and push my tits out, wanting to arouse them further. Hell, if none of them fuck me, I might just have to take care of this ache myself and let them watch.

  Fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on.

  “I can think of a few ways to...entertain you, Resha,” Ryx responds. “All of which end with you on your back with your legs spread, screaming my name.” He grips his cloth-covered cock and gives it a squeeze. My pussy clenches in response, my arousal further wetting my inner thighs.

  “Not now, Ryx,” Kronk scolds.

  I ignore him and saunter over to Ryx. His eyes drink me in hungrily, and I give my tits a squeeze before straddling his lap. “What did you have in mind, Ryx,” I whisper into his ear, before licking its shell.

  “Well, a few things come to mind.” His voice deepens and his hands grip my hips. “For starters, I’d tie you down with your legs spread so there was no way you could escape me.” The tips of his claws dig into my skin, the pain combined with his words only making me hotter. “Then I’d fill your pussy with my cock, watching you stretch as you take every fucking inch of me inside you.” I moan and rock my bare pussy back and forth on Ryx’s hardness.

  “Then, I’d ask one of my Klan to fuck your mouth to muffle your cries, while the others do naughty things to your perfect tits, your plump nipples.” He threads one hand into my hair and yanks, pulling my head back, shoving my tits in his face.

  “Fuck,” I moan, before he guides my lips to his. Our mouths clash in a frenzy of teeth
and tongues, nipping and biting, and the flavour of fresh blood is almost euphoric as we duel for dominance. I hiss when Ryx’s fang cuts into my lip, but the addition of my blood only makes us both grow hotter. This is so different from kissing a human male. Growls from the others grow loud in the okkren as they watch. His tongue thrusts into my mouth and I open wider to take it all, grinding my hips the entire time.

  “That’s enough, tiny human.” Vrid’s voice sounds from behind us a moment before I feel my body being yanked from Ryx’s lap. “Trust me, you don’t want to provoke our young Ryx. Another moment and he would have made those promises true.”

  Vrid sits back down with me on his lap, my back resting against his chest.

  “How do you know what I want, Vrid?” I reach behind me and wrap my arms around his neck. I look up at him and my heart almost stops in my chest from his fierce gaze. He watches me like a doctor might, observing my behaviour, evaluating my responses.

  Maybe he likes to role play.

  “Can you help me, Vrid?” I wiggle my ass on his lap, feeling his cock harden against me. “You see, I have this ache between my legs. It’s so fucking sore. Could you rub it and make it feel better?”

  Now it’s his turn to rumble.

  Yesssss!

  “Can...can I show you where it is?” Before he can respond, I release my hands from his neck, stand up, and place them on the floor in front of me, spreading my legs so he gets a perfect view of my wetness. “Please, Vrid. It aches. It pulses, I need you to help me.” I reach to touch myself when a spank lands on my ass. I yelp, falling to the ground on my hands and knees. I toss a glare over my shoulder and see a smirk playing on Kronk’s face. Clearly, he wants to play dirty. Well, two can play that game.

  Slowly, I turn around and crawl towards him, my heavy tits swaying under me. I glance up at him through my lashes and suck my lower lip between my teeth. His horns darken, his rumbling chest sending erotic shudders through me. I splay my hands on his spread knees and run them up his legs. He grips my wrists before I can touch him where I want to—where I need to—and links them behind my back in one of his large hands.