by K. A Knight
“I’m going to have to put you down, little one,” Kronk tells Carmen. She whines but allows him to. Kronk gives me the length of rope binding Carmen’s hands, and I give it a tug, pulling my naked mate to my side. Her ample tits sway as she walks, her pink nipples tightening beautifully. Even covered in blood, she is remarkable.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Ryx shouts, gripping Poo by the throat. “You dare cast your eyes on my mate’s tits?” Ryx unsheathes his bakket and places it near Poo’s eye as the human screams. “Maybe I should remove one so you’ll learn your lesson. What do you think, Kronk?”
“I think,” Kronk states, as the scanner flashes green, “that he needs a mark to remember us by.”
With precision, Ryx cuts the human’s face from his forehead, over his eyebrow, and down his cheek. Crimson blood drips from the wound as the servant screams in terror. I glance down at Carmen to gauge her reaction. A smile plays at her lips while she watches with rapt attention, making my cock harden all over again.
“Don’t ever look at my mate’s tits again,” Ryx threatens. “Is that clear?”
“Y-Yes!” Poo shouts, before Ryx tosses him to the ground.
Xal kicks the man in the ribs before heading inside the house, and Kronk follows. I tug at Carmen, who pulls back on her binds to kneel at Poo’s head.
“If you think my tits are great, you should see my pussy. It’s spectacular.”
Carmen stands back up, offers me a wink, and saunters up to the house, swaying her perfect ass at me. I think my jaw dropped during the whole scene, and I almost fell to my knees and swore my life to her then and there.
Who is this girl?
Picking my jaw up off the ground, I follow the rest of my Klan inside. Carmen stops suddenly, her eyes darting about, taking in the opulence. High ceilings greet us in a large foyer, they must be twelve feet tall, allowing us to stand upright without our heads—or horns, for that matter—gouging the ceiling. Beyond the entrance to our right is a set of stairs leading to the second floor.
I move to untie Carmen’s bound wrists as we enter a formal living and dining area, but find them already freed. She holds the length of rope up with her hand and tosses it at me.
“Did...did you free yourself?” I ask, exasperated.
“Mm-hmm. Just wanted Kronk to think he had control,” she tells me, with a huge smile on her face. “Pick your jaw up, Vrid, it’s unbecoming of a warrior such as yourself.”
I close my mouth and shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. We’re going to have to stay on high alert at all times with a mate like her. Although punishing her will also be quite enjoyable. Something tells me that this girl wants to get into trouble.
As I follow Carmen, I see Xal busy examining the cutlery while Ryx is testing out the furniture.
“Wow,” Carmen exclaims when she enters the main living area. Sleek, black granite covers the countertops and large island in the center of the kitchen. Big, white upper cabinets line the kitchen walls. Kronk is busy opening them to see what’s inside. The lower cabinets are a darker grey just like the stools surrounding the island.
The kitchen opens up into a living space with plush couches and reclining chairs. The dark leather furniture is a stark contrast to the white-washed wood floors. Ryx pushes past us and prepares to flop on the couch.
“Stop, Ryx!” I shout. “You are filthy and covered in the blood of the dead. Have you considered washing before damaging all the furniture?”
Ryx gives me a scowl but stops messing around.
“May I clean up too?” Carmen inquires, looking up at me.
“Of course, Resha, let us check upstairs for a bath.” I pick up my little mate and she squeals in delight. Her tiny arm wraps around my neck and she lies her head on my chest. My insides warm at this small gesture.
I move back to the stairs and begin to climb. The staircase is open on our left, allowing us full view of the front two rooms. Once we reach the top, the hall takes a sharp left. Down this hall on the right are five doors, while the left side is an open balcony so you can see the first floor. A black, iron railing glides down the hallway, keeping its inhabitants safe from falling.
Ryx runs past us and starts throwing open the doors. After the fourth one, he backtracks to the first room, shouting, “Mine!” then runs inside. I shake my head and peer into each room. The first two are not to my liking so I open the fourth room and glance inside.
The first thing I notice is the mammoth-sized bed, which takes up an entire wall. This must be the room designated for the entire Klan to sleep in with their mate. With that knowledge, I abandon that room and head to the last door.
Inside, the decor is decadent. On the right wall is a large bed with a canopy fit for a king, which hovers over the plush pillows and soft bedding. A sitting area rests in front of it, with two chairs and a table that face a blank wall where I know a projection screen will give us entertainment.
In the far left corner is another door I’m hoping leads to my en-suite bathroom. When I near the door, it slides open on its own and the lights beyond it flicker on. With bright white cabinetry and various shades of grey tile work placed in intricate designs, this bathroom is nicer than any room in our old dwelling.
A shower large enough to fit at least three Totiv spreads along the back wall, and on the right is a vanity with twin sinks in the same black granite as the kitchen, but the large tub on the left is what has my attention. With more buttons than I know what to do with, the tub screams relaxation.
I place Carmen down, and begin to fiddle with the various knobs and buttons until warm water rushes from the spout. Carmen leans over and places her hand in the water.
“It’s perfect,” she declares before climbing in. “Ahh,” she sighs, as she settles into the warm water. I find a button that releases bubbles into the tub. Carmen squeals with delight, picking up handfuls and blowing them at me. “Aren’t you going to join me in here?” she asks, with a seductive look.
“No, Resha, not this time, but soon.” I can’t risk getting in with her, or I won’t be able to resist fucking her. Kronk’s wrath would be severe. If we fucked her before the claiming ceremony, we could risk losing our mate to the superiors.
“Fine,” she mumbles, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, looking more hurt than her words sounded. “Your loss.”
“On the contrary, I get to wash you, learn your body, see what makes you tick…”
She slits one eyelid open and a smirk plays on her full lips. Once the water reaches her neck, I turn it off and allow her to soak. As she does, I move behind her and turn on the shower. Peeling off my bloody clothes feels amazing as I step into the heated water. Three shower heads pour water from the ceiling, and other jets spray my body from the walls.
I grab a bottle of soap and clean myself, scrubbing the blood of the dead from my dark hair and purple skin. Once clean, I grab a towel from the warmer and wrap it around my torso, before heading back out to take care of my little mate.
She hasn’t moved, but something has changed since I entered the shower. Xal is perched behind her on a teak stool, just watching her breathe. I don’t even think she knows he crept in here by the looks of her.
“Resha,” I coo. “I’m going to bathe you now.” She grumbles something unintelligible as I disengage the plug, causing the bloodied water to swirl down the drain. Suds cling to her skin, hiding the perfection lying underneath them.
Squeezing a generous amount of feminine hair care solution onto my palm, I begin to wash her hair. Soft moans echo off the tiled walls as I dig into her scalp, massaging her head.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Vrid,” she murmurs, groaning when I push harder.
Xal and I exchange a look. He’s been struggling to maintain control ever since our tiny human made herself come in the okkren. I have half a mind to remove him, but he seems in control for now.
After swirling her sudsy hair on top of her head, I grab a soft cloth from a basket and squeeze a generous amou
nt of sweet-smelling soap onto it, then proceed to wash her body. As the cool gel meets her arm, she shrinks back.
“Hold still,” I growl out, my tone more commanding than I intended.
“You try and hold still when someone rubs something cold on your arm after draining all the hot water,” she retorts. “I’m cold. Can’t you warm that shit up?”
“Your mouth will soon get you into trouble, tiny human,” I scold. “Mind your tongue or I may put it to good use.”
“Try me,” she sneers, her green eyes flashing. “I’ll have you kneeling at my feet before long.”
Of that I have no doubt.
“Just… just hold still, okay?” I murmur, deflating. “I only wish to clean the blood from your skin.”
She levels me with a final glare before holding her arm out. For the second time, I begin to wash her body. Tiny bumps erupt on her skin as I work, and she shivers slightly. Instead of enjoying washing my new mate, I hurry, wanting to remove the grime from her body so I can warm her back up. I treat this as a job that needs doing, nothing more. That is, until I dip a finger between her lower lips to clean her.
A tantalizing moan escapes her mouth and she spreads her thighs for me.
“Yes, Vrid. Touch me. Make me come.”
“Vekking hell,” I growl as I slide deeper. Her cream gathers on my fingers like liquid silk. Gently, I glide my finger up and down. When I find a small bud, I flick it, and gauge her reaction. Her nipples peak, and she bites her lip, arching her back.
Clearly, I’m doing something right.
I circle the little nub, only grazing it every few strokes. Carmen mewls, actually fucking mewls, and my cock throbs under my towel.
“Please, Vrid. I need this.” She throws her legs over the sides of the tub, spreading her pussy wide for me.
I’ve never been more turned on in my vekking life.
“Touch me, Vrid. Make me come.” Carmen begins to tweak her nipples as I slide over her nub. Faster and faster, her moans becoming higher and higher. A flush creeps up her chest and her eyes roll back into her head.
“Yes!” she cries out, as a gush of her warm cream covers my hand. Her body trembles in the aftershocks of her orgasm. I’d read about a human climax before, but seeing it is a much different story. How hard can I make her come? How many times can she come before she can’t take it anymore?
As if reading my thoughts, she quirks an eyebrow at me and orders, “Again.”
13
Carmen
Relaxing back into the tub, I wait to see if Vrid will carry on touching me. His eyes are intense, watching every reaction. Every time I suck in a deep breath, every time I moan and push into his hand, he watches, storing it away, playing with my body to see what makes me tick.
Leaning my head farther back, I move against his hand, pressing my pussy harder against him, and he looks back down at my exposed center. His fingers start to move around, circling my oversensitive clit. “Lower,” I instruct, teaching him how to play with me. His lips turn down, his fangs still peeking over them, but he does as he’s told, skating his rough finger down my wet pussy.
“You smell delicious,” he informs me, his voice rough.
“Then why don’t you taste me?” I grin.
He looks up at me, then back down to his hand, cupping it there and catching my cream before bringing it up to his mouth and licking his hand clean. His tongue is long and thin, lashing at his palm and fingers, catching every drop of my wetness. Groaning, I watch his horns darken and his eyes turn black as the night sky before he drops his other hand to my pussy, stroking it before licking that one clean too.
“It would be even better if you dipped that tongue inside me,” I suggest breathlessly.
He blinks fast before leaning down, bending at a strange angle, almost pressing his face to my pussy. Gasping, I reach down and grab his horn, holding on as his tongue peeks out and drags along my lower lips. A rumble sounds deep in the back of his throat before he grips my leg, spreads me open wider, and presses his face closer. His other horn digs into my inner thigh, the hint of pain getting me off.
My head rolls to the side from the pleasure racking through my body. His tongue is rough and different compared to a human’s. Tiny little bubbles still clinging to my skin almost vibrate as he growls, the sound moving through me, enhancing my pleasure. A gruff noise has me opening my eyes, looking around for the source. They catch on Xal’s dark gaze and widen slightly. I didn’t even hear him come in, but knowing he’s watching....
Fuck.
Pushing against Vrid’s tongue, I lock my eyes on Xal, letting him see the pleasure on my slackened face...the pleasure his Klan mate is giving me.
Licking my bottom lip, I watch his hands grip his legs harshly, the material tearing from the strength of his grasp. “Yes, right there!” I scream, as Vrid dips his tongue inside my pussy.
He rumbles again, like a vibrator between my legs as his tongue searches inside of me, stroking along that bundle of nerves, which has me arching up on a scream as I writhe for him. He notices, like always, and does it again and again until I come all over his tongue, my scream trapped in my throat from the force of my release.
Thundering footsteps sound outside before the door is thrown open. An angry-looking Kronk is framed there, his tail lashing the wall, smashing through the doorframe. His nostrils flare, his eyes taking in the scene. I spot Ryx coming in behind him, obviously drawn by my screams, but Kronk is already moving. He picks up Vrid, who’s leaning back from my pussy, and tosses him through the bathroom wall and into the bedroom.
My eyebrows shoot up, watching the wall crumble under the powerful force until there’s a gaping hole. Vrid is on the other side, getting to his feet and dusting off debris from his clothing. Vrid’s eyes narrow on Kronk who appears ready to fight.
“I was just thinking this didn’t feel like home...now it does,” Ryx teases. “Kronk, go make holes everywhere.” I burst into laughter, the tension breaking as Vrid laughs too, clapping Ryx on the back.
“Out,” Kronk orders, looking me over as he herds the others out of the bathroom.
“Feel free to stay for the next lesson in pussy training, big boy,” I tease, laughing when he drags an intrigued-looking Ryx away before the bedroom door is slammed shut, leaving me alone.
The silence stretches and I shiver from it. Shit. Have I gotten used to their loud mouths already? Climbing from the bath, I find a towel on the counter Vrid must have set out for me and dry off before sauntering into the bedroom. I search the space, looking around for something to wear, but I can’t find clothes anywhere.
Well, if they don’t want to give me clothes…
I can hear them arguing downstairs. Kronk’s yelling about not touching me, and Vrid is explaining he couldn’t help himself. I decide to get involved or at least be around so I can see them fight…
What can I say? It’s a big fucking turn on.
I leave the room and head downstairs where my Klan is gathered. When they spot me, they all growl, jumping to their feet.
I smirk. “Well, boys, who’s planning on fucking me first? Or are we doing a group thing? I do have three holes after all...and two hands.”
14
Carmen
Unfortunately, my offer was declined. Instead, Kronk forced me into some sleeping clothes and tied me to the bed in his room, where I slept.
Hard.
I didn’t realise how fucking tired I was.
The testing, then the battle for me on that mountain, followed by a wild ride in a flying vehicle, and then a solid orgasm or two from the hands—and tongue—of one gorgeous alien, and I was fucking done.
Fuck. I’d needed to come, and Vrid fucking delivered—while Xal watched. I didn’t know I was such a sucker for exhibitionism, but now that I’ve had a taste… I want to be watched again. And if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get the chance.
I tug at my wrists, which are still bound together and tied to the corner of the bed. The bed
is massive, bigger than any I’d ever seen on Earth. It’s made from the same alien material the rest of the furniture in the house is. Large bed posts reach up towards the ceiling, and a huge headboard carved with intricate, foreign designs rises above us. I peek over the edge and see I must be five feet off the ground. This fucker is high.
Kronk rests to my left, also bound with hulking silver chains, which slither across the bed as he slumbers, the sound like the hissing of a snake. I have to wonder… why would the huge warrior bind himself to his own bed? Surely he could break out if he wanted to. The way he threw Vrid through that wall was only a small testament to his strength. I’d seen the way he ripped through the competition, tearing through bodies like I tore through a bag of stolen chocolates back at Harvest House.
The thought of my former home has my mind wandering to my friends—sisters—wondering how they are doing. I’m sure Harlow and Tatiana are holding their own and, secretly, I think Shilo was almost as excited as I was. But what about our Daisy?
Fighting the tears welling in my eyes, I blink and try to distract myself. I roll onto my side and stare at the sleeping warrior lying next to me. I can’t deny my attraction to him, to them all really. Even with his broken horn and the scars lining his face, he has an allure that calls to something deep inside me.
He’s bare-chested, the soft sheet covering us pooling just below his abdomen. My eyes trail from his hard pectorals down to his double layer of abs. I notice he has no bellybutton and I wonder how they grow their young. The scars marking his torso only enhance his sex appeal, and I want to run my tongue all over them, licking him back to health.
Fuck, I’m getting turned on again.
Rolling onto my back, I rub my thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache, but it’s not helping.
Fuck this.
If I can’t sleep then neither can he. Extending my leg, I rub my toe along his side, trying to gauge if he’s ticklish there like I am. But I get no reaction. So, I give him a swift kick. Still nothing. How can someone be this dead to the world when they sleep? Then again, I did sleep through the alarm at Harvest House when some asshole had tried to break in.