Capturing Carmen

by K. A Knight

  Ryx steps to my other side, grabbing my free hand and giving it a squeeze. Kronk leads us inside as Vrid takes up the rear. For a moment, I think about how sweet Vrid is for protecting our backsides, then I remember he probably only volunteered so he can stare at my ass.

  Sounds only a large crowd can make grow louder as we get closer to the pit. Kronk heads through one of the archways, which towers at least two hundred feet over our heads. Once inside, my Klan pauses, their eyes searching everything and everyone for potential threats.

  The structure is vast, rows and rows of seats spread around it like in a sports arena on Earth. There must be enough seating in here to hold fifty thousand Totiv. Most of the seats are full, I notice, looking around. And here I am with a see-through outfit, nipple clamps, and dildos. I wish I had my new shiny oprey with me, but Ryx told me it wouldn’t be allowed in a public place like this, especially when a Zarl is taking place.

  Kronk finds whatever he was looking for and heads down a set of stone steps, stops midway, and turns into an aisle that leads to a raised seating area.

  “That is where you will stay and watch,” Xal, my silent warrior, tells me. “Inside you will be protected.”

  “From who?” I ask.

  “From every vekking Totiv who wants to get their claws on the mate of Klan Marix,” Ryx answers. “You have no idea how special you are, Carmen. You can’t fathom the extremes others would go to in order to get their hands on you.”

  I huff. “I’m not special. I’m just like every other Harvest Girl in Lorenthis.”

  “Not true,” Ryx disagrees. “Our Klan waited over a century for our mate. For you. In that time, our notoriety for bloodshed grew as our minds warped. We have a reputation, one that strikes fear and awe into those around us. And here you are, a tiny little human, swooping in and wrapping us around your fingers.”

  “You are the mate of Klan Marix. There is no higher honour than that for a Harvest Girl,” Vrid adds from behind. “Humans would kill to be you and Totiv would kill to be with you. You are infamous now among the Totiv. The Harvest Girl who went from breaking out of her Harvest House and into the hearts of Klan Marix.”

  “Your story is practically legend, little one,” Kronk agrees. “Everyone wants a piece of Carmen of Klan Marix.”

  Carmen of Klan Marix.

  It has a nice ring to it and makes my heart squeeze tightly with an emotion I haven’t felt since I was last with my Harvest sisters.

  Shiloh, Harlow, Tatiana, and Daisy.

  I’ve not had time to think about them too much since I got here. Things have been so crazy. I hope they’ve found Klans as amazing as mine.

  I brush thoughts of them aside as Kronk leads us up a flight of stairs, and into an elevated seating area surrounded on all sides by thick walls made out of the same stone as the structure. I take a breath as we enter the protected room, wanting to ask if I could see my old friend at some point, but then I see a familiar head of bright red hair.

  “Shiloh!” Her name flies out of my mouth and tears mist my vision.

  “Carmen!” she screams, jumping off the lap of one of her mates and running over to me. I open my arms just in time for her to crash into me. “Oh, Carmen. I never thought I’d see you again.”

  “Me too, Shy.” My voice comes out in a whisper as emotion burns at the back of my throat. “God, I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you too, Car.” She gives me a final squeeze and pulls away, looking me over, a smirk playing at her lips. She opens her mouth to say God only knows what when Kronk calls me over.

  “Little mate, we need you.”

  “I’ll be right back,” I tell Shiloh, as I head over to my Klan. “I’m sorry, guys. That’s Shiloh. Me and her—”

  “We know all about you and Shiloh,” Kronk interjects. “We saw her call for you in the fighting arena, so we contacted her Klan and asked them to join you in the viewing box today. Her Klan will protect you while we fight. They are good Totiv, strong warriors. And your friend Shiloh can keep you company.”

  “You guys are the best!” I squeal, throwing my arms around Kronk. “Thank you.”

  “You’re most welcome.” Kronk pulls me away and lowers himself to his knee. “We have to go, little mate. Look behind me. See the Klan with the blue sashes?” I glance behind him and nod, remembering the alien who challenged my Klan yesterday. He’s the slimy member who pulled out his puny cock and jerked it at me during the fight up Forsaken Mountain. As if that shit would impress me. “They are the ones who have asked for the fight. They have no honour in doing so, since one of their Klan members was gravely wounded during the battle on Forsaken Mountain.”

  “Yeah, I remember that giant creature biting his dick off,” I muse.

  “Yes, he’s a little less cocky now,” Ryx quips with a laugh. I burst out laughing with him, but my joy quickly fades as one by one, my mates bend down to hold me in their strong embrace.

  “Don’t worry, Carmen. They don’t stand a chance against us,” Vrid says soothingly.

  “And remember what you have to look forward to as you watch,” Ryx adds. I scrunch my face in confusion, then he points to the silver button, reminding me.

  “Oh yeah, that.” Ryx smiles at my distress and plants a passionate kiss on my lips before heading back out. The rest of them do the same. My chest squeezes when the door closes behind them.

  This could be the last time I’m part of Klan Marix…

  The reality of that sinks in, and a deep despair threatens to drown me. I take a seat at the front of the viewing box and look down over the railing. I feel the soft touch of Shiloh as she slips her arm around my shoulders, her familiar presence giving me comfort.

  Down below, the walls are twenty feet high, leaving no way for anyone to jump out. Sand covers the ground and is littered with large rocks and barriers for those fighting to hide behind.

  Vrid told me that guards are stationed all around the arena, armed with hirtels in case the fight—or the crowd, for that matter—gets out of hand.

  The Klan with the blue sashes is already gathered, four strong just like my Klan. I level them with a menacing glare when the crowd erupts in a roar. Shifting my gaze, I see my Klan has just emerged, jumping down into the pit. Ryx is the only one who acknowledges the crowd, raising his hands in the air as if he’s already won, and the crowd eats it up, growing louder. Ryx finds me and flashes a fang-filled smile that has me swooning. He tosses me a wink then reaches up for the silver button.

  “No!” I mouth to him, shaking my head, but he ignores me and presses it.

  Dammit.

  The clamp around my right nipple springs to life, buzzing away on me. I can hear Shiloh’s Klan trying to stifle their laughter behind me and wonder if it’s because they can hear it vibrating.

  My face heats, thinking that they know what my Klan has strapped to my body.

  “Car, are you okay?” Shiloh gives my shoulder a squeeze.

  “Not really. The laws are so different here, it’s difficult to get used to the idea that you can be abducted at any time, ya know?”

  “Yes, I do.” She slides her arms off my shoulder and threads her fingers into my hand. I’m relieved that her Klan stays behind us, allowing us the illusion of being alone. “D-Do you like your Klan?” she asks tentatively.

  “More than I thought possible,” I answer honestly. “They are sweet and caring, yet brutal warriors. I feel for them more than I care to admit.”

  “I’m so happy to hear that, Car. I’ve been worried about you...about all of you.”

  “Me too, Shy. Have you heard or seen any of the others?” Shiloh shakes her head. “Me either. I hope they’re okay.”

  “If they are with Totiv anything like your Klan or mine, then we can rest assure they are safe.”

  “Klan Marix,” a voice booms, interrupting Shy and me. “You have been challenged to a Zarl by Klan Norj. The rules of the Zarl are simple.” The announcer pauses for effect before carrying on, “Winner kee
ps the human as their mate. Everyone understand?”

  Both Klans nod in understanding.

  “There are no rules here. Anything goes. Fight to the death or until the other Klan surrenders. How it ends is up to you.”

  Murmurs filter up to my box through the crowd.

  “Klans, get ready.” My mates assemble, drawing out their weapons, their legs spread in a battle stance.

  “Fight!”

  28

  Carmen

  Kronk strikes first, his oprey swirling in a blur of blades as he slashes at the nearest Norj. The alien tries to jump out of the way, but Kronk’s blade slices through his chest and a spray of blood coats Kronk’s face, and he roars so loudly that his opponent stumbles back. He won’t live much longer.

  I shift my gaze to Xal, who is playing with his opponent as if he were a tiger playing with its food. My silent warrior ducks and weaves out of the way of every offensive move his Norj tries to land on him.

  “Get ‘em, Xal!” I scream out, jumping to my feet. Xal spins so he’s facing me, his opponent’s back now turned towards me. Xal unsheathes his bakket and glances up to the stands. He catches my eye while still blocking his attacker. To my surprise, he licks his blade. My pussy clenches as a feral expression crosses his face.

  Oh no, I think, when I see his horns darken. A moment later, the dildo of death in my ass springs to life.

  “Do you hear that buzzing noise?” Shiloh asks me.

  “Nope. I don’t hear anything,” I respond a little too quickly. I mean, what would I even say? ‘Oh yeah, there’s a giant dildo in my ass because I was masturbating and got caught by my Klan, so now they have devices on all of my sex organs to torture me.’

  I’d never live it down. Before she can ask me any more questions I don’t feel like answering, the booming voice sounds again.

  “Klan Marix makes first kill!” The spectators scream and shout in approval. It seems that no one wishes for Klan Norj to win me. I search the scene below and I find Vrid clutching the severed head of the cockless Norj.

  “For you!” he shouts up to me, holding the head high for me to see.

  I look around for Ryx, who is dancing around a Norj that appears to be evenly matched in skill. He ducks left when a narkket is launched at his head. Ryx spins, pulling a bakket from his back, and slashes at his opponent. The Norj sidesteps out of the way and twirls, dropping down and extending his leg, trying to take Ryx’s legs out. Ryx is a step ahead, jumping out of the way—but ever the show-off, Ryx doesn’t just jump.

  He fucking backflips.

  The bystanders go nuts and cheers ring through my ears. I’m so engrossed in his elegance as a fighter that I almost forget about the dildo fucking my ass.

  Almost.

  A roar that could only come from Xal echoes up to me. I turn my head and find my warrior standing on the chest of his Norj, Xal’s long narkket poking into his opponent’s throat as he begs for his life.

  “Klan Marix has killed a second Norj,” the announcer exclaims.

  I look around and see that Kronk has finished his opponent.

  Two down.

  Kronk joins Vrid in a secured area off to the side then looks up at me. It seems that after a kill is made, that warrior is out of the fight. A sly grin crosses his face as he reaches up and hits his silver button. The dildo of horror in my pussy springs to life. Every thrust brushes lightly against my G-spot, bringing my orgasm from earlier roaring back to life.

  A wet cry rings out as Xal finishes his opponent, his narkket digging into the screaming Norj’s throat until his head slumps to the side.

  “Three dead by Klan Marix.”

  I would jump up and down in celebration, but I don’t want to jostle the devices. All eyes are now on Ryx as he and his Norj dance around each other. The look on the Norj’s face tells me he thinks he can win, but I know better. I’ve seen Ryx fight before, he’s just playing with the Norj like Man in Black did when he fought Inigo Montoya in Princess Bride.

  My orgasm continues to deepen, heating my body from my chest to my toes as the dildo in my cunt and ass quicken their pace. I can feel perspiration coating my brow. Add that to how hot I think it is to watch my Klan fight, and I almost come undone.

  “Are you okay, Car?” Shiloh inquires again, worry coating her tone.

  “Yeah—I—Ohhhh.” I can’t form words as the other nipple clamp springs to life, followed by the one touching my clit. I tear my gaze from Ryx over to Vrid who looks up at me with a smile on his face.

  Motherfucker.

  My breathing becomes ragged and I can’t stifle the moans that escape my lips.

  “Oh my God, Car. Are you… Are you coming?” Shiloh laughs, finally realising what her mates already knew.

  I can only nod as my head tosses back and my world explodes. I come hard after hours of having my orgasm denied. My legs twitch as my cream leaks around the dildo, coating my inner thighs. I’ll never get over how intensely my Klan can make me come.

  By the time I come down from my climax, the devices are turned off. I open my eyes and find my Klan staring at me covered in blood, their horns and eyes dark, all for me.

  My vision narrows on them like a tunnel, and all I see is them. Forgetting about Shiloh and the rules of the press box, I leap over the edge and scale the wall until I’m at the edge of the pit.

  Kronk rushes in front of me, his arms outstretched.

  “Come here, little one,” he says.

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I jump into his embrace and wrap my arms and legs around him. The world goes silent around me as I cuddle against the chest of my mate.

  I must have fallen asleep on the ride back to our home, because I’m woken up with Ryx’s arms around me as he jumps from the okkren. Xal gets to the door first, pressing his hand on the scanner to let us in.

  Ryx doesn’t set me down inside, instead he takes me up to his room and shuts the door before anyone else can come in with him.

  He passes the bed and heads straight for the shower stall. Holding me with one arm, he gets the water running.

  “What are you doing?” I ask with a laugh.

  “What? Can’t I have some alone time with my mate?” He sets me down and begins to strip out of his bloodied clothes. The fucker makes a show of it as if he was a stripper at the local bar, peeling the layers off sensually. The sash goes first. He lifts it over his head, twirls it above himself like a fucking lasso, then tosses it in my face, making me giggle.

  “Go on,” I encourage, crossing my arms under my tits, happy to stand back and watch the show.

  He flashes me a panty melting smile and unbuttons his shirt, letting it slip off his broad shoulders to reveal a chiseled torso. A shudder runs through me and my mouth waters. He’s simply lickable. Every inch of him is defined, as if he were cut from solid rock.

  “Your turn, little mate.” He leans against the wall, his pants riding low on his hips, and his arms crossed over his chest.

  “Fine.” I start with the only place I’m wearing two layers—this pathetic excuse for a skirt. I bite my lip, thread my thumbs under the waistline, and slip them off my hips, leaving me in the torture panties.

  He takes one look at me and covers his mouth in a laugh. “Want to keep those on, do ya?” He steps forward and runs his fingers along my panty line, taking extra care to slide his fingers in the hollows of my hips.

  “I could think of something better to put inside me.” His hands slide up my belly and to my shirt. Like a beast, he rips my shirt off and tosses the shreds behind him.

  “That was hot,” I murmur, panting as his eyes roam my breasts. “Can you take these off? Pretty please?” I bat my lashes at him and point to the clamps.

  “Hmm. I don’t know. They look so fucking hot on you, little mate. Your poor nipples, clamped and aching… Makes me rock fucking hard. Let me hear you beg.”

  Ryx flicks one of the clamps and I mewl. They’ve been on so long my nipples are practically numb.

 
He wants me to beg? Fine. “Please, Ryx?” I coo. “Please take them off.”

  “Take these off?” He tugs on the clamps and I cry out.

  “Yes! Please!”

  “You can do better than that.” Ryx abandons my nipples, and somehow, with his alien magic, unfastens the panties of doom. My hands reach for his as he slides them down my body, the dildo in my pussy sliding out with ease, but he has to carefully work at the one in my ass.

  I groan when it finally releases, relief flooding me.

  “Better?” he asks.

  “Mm-hmm. Thank you.” Ryx takes a step back, moves his hands to his belt, and deftly unfastens it. Then he tugs at his pants and they slip down his muscled legs, revealing his perfect cock, and pool at his feet.

  “You’re so vekking hot, Carmen. You don’t have any idea what you do to us...to me.” Ryx grabs his cock and strokes it.

  “Tell me, Ryx.” I want to touch myself in return, but after what happened today, I won’t even dare.

  “You drive me wild. You tamed me in a way I didn’t think possible. I’d give my life for you if I had to.”

  He stalks over and picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he claims my mouth. We both groan when our tongues collide. This kiss connects us in a way I didn’t think possible. I can taste the emotions on his lips, pouring through us, letting me know how he feels more than words ever could. I return his kiss, flooding him with my desire, my trust. Letting him know I don’t ever want to exist in a world that he’s not a part of.

  Using my legs, I grind on him, my cream lubricating his cock thrusting between our bodies. Ryx backs up until we’re under the warm water of the shower. He pulls off my lips and grips my hips hard, sheathing his cock inside me, filling my aching cunt.

  “Yes,” I groan, my head falling back as he slowly begins to fuck me. My nipples ache and my pussy clenches as he licks down my neck then circles a clamp with his tongue. “Take it off, Ryx, please. I want to feel your mouth on my nipples. They’re so sore. Can you make them feel better?”

  He growls and I know I’ve gotten to him. Supporting my back with one hand, he continues to thrust his cock inside of me with excruciating slowness and brings his hand up to one of my tits.