by K. A Knight
“You will wear these again, Carmen. I can promise you that.” My argument is lost in the scream that erupts from my throat when he releases one clamp. My nipple feels like it’s on fire as all the blood rushes back, but it’s quickly soothed when Ryx wraps his warm mouth around it and sucks gently.
“Mmm,” I moan. Ryx licks up my chest, my neck, and claims my mouth once again, just in time to muffle my screams as he releases the other clamp. He slides my bottom lip through his teeth then lowers his head to my freshly released nipple. His hot mouth soothes my aching bud, his soft suckles lessening the pain.
My hands slide up to his horns, gripping them tight as he flicks my nipple with his tongue.
“Yes!” I cry out, when he quickens his pace, his thick cock hitting the spot inside me that makes my body tremble with desire. Ryx claims my mouth again with one hand under my ass, and the other fisting my hair as he fucks me with abandon. My pussy clenches on his length, trying to hold him inside me for as long as possible.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Carmen. Look and see how perfect we fit together,” he whispers against my lips. I can’t even form words. I can only nod in response. Ryx sucks his lower lip into his mouth and looks down between us, watching his cock slide in and out of my cunt.
It’s so fucking hot.
My cream coats his cock as he fucks me.
I tear my eyes away from where we are joined and appreciate his body. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail and water droplets cascade down his form, accentuating every fucking dip.
He roars and I feel his cum spurting inside me, making me come immediately along with him. “Your pussy feels so good,” he moans into my neck, as we ride out the aftershocks of bliss. We stay connected until our hearts settle and our breathing normalises.
Then he does the sweetest thing. He sets me down and washes me. He starts with my hair, then my body, taking care to be gentle where he needs to. Once we’re both clean, he shuts off the shower and ties a towel around his waist. He grabs an extra towel and scoops me up inside it, then carries me to his bed.
Tossing the blankets aside, he settles us down in the plush covers and snuggles me close, where we both fall asleep instantly.
29
Carmen
“Wake up, little mate.” I roll onto my back and stretch my arms over my head. A yawn escapes my lips as I try to peel my eyes open. “Nap time is over.” I turn to look at Ryx who smiles sleepily at me. “We have a surprise for you. You don’t want to sleep through it, now do you?”
“Surprise?” I plant a kiss on his lips and toss the covers off, rushing to the closet to find something to wear.
“I already have an outfit waiting for you over there on the chair,” Ryx tells me with a chuckle, pointing over to the corner. I hurry over, pull the soft pink material up, and hold it against my body.
“Is it…a nightgown?” I ask, confused.
“It is. Try it on.” He shoos me with his hand.
“Why would I want to wear a nightgown when there is a surprise waiting for me?” I question, as I slip the material over my head. The shoulder straps are narrow and comfy, and the material is soft, reminding me of jersey cotton back on Earth. Though thin, the pink nightgown is modest and reaches to about mid-thigh. “I still don’t get it,” I say, looking down at myself.
“You will soon enough.” Ryx gets up and throws on some clothes that look much more formal than mine do.
“Why do you get to look all...spiffy and shit, and I have to wear a fucking nightgown that makes me look like I’m a child?”
“Spiffy? Do I want to look spiffy?” Ryx checks himself out in a mirror. “I think I look pretty vekking amazing. So if spiffy means amazing, then I guess you are right.”
I scoff at his pompous ass and fold my arms under my chest, but damn, he does look...vekking amazing.
“Come here, little one.” Ryx holds out his hand and tugs me to the bedroom door. It opens just as I hear a loud bang on the front door.
“Are you guys expecting someone?” I inquire, as we walk downstairs. Kronk opens the door before we make it down and a familiar head of red hair peeks inside, followed by the large red bodies of my bestie’s Klan. “Shiloh!” I pull my arm out of Ryx’s grasp and practically jump down the stairs, rushing to see my friend. “I can’t believe you’re here!” I give her a huge hug then look over her shoulder at her mates. “Thank you for bringing her.”
“You can thank your Klan. It was their idea,” one of her mates says.
I feel my face heat as I pull away from Shiloh and look at her. She’s wearing the same thing as me. “Umm, why are we both dressed in pajamas?”
“We thought you’d like to have a...slumber party!” Vrid exclaims, very proud of himself and his use of a very human term. Shy and I exchange a glance then burst out into laughter. “What?” Vrid asks, looking upset.
“It’s just that—” Shy starts, but I cut her off.
“It’s just that...we’ve not had one in so long! Thank you, guys, so much!” I tug at Shiloh’s hand and whisper to her, “Just go with it. We’re together, that’s all that matters.”
“Fuck, you’re right, Car. I almost made your mate feel bad.”
“Eh, he would’ve recovered.”
“Little mate.” Kronk’s deep voice grabs my attention. “I’d like to introduce you to Klan Avuk.” Kronk gestures to the four large aliens filing in behind Shiloh. “They are generals, tasked with keeping Oxious in working order.”
“I’m Cryk,” one of them says, stepping forward. He’s large, like my Klan, but so vastly different. He has longer black hair, which is perfectly styled between two pointed ears.
I glance behind him and check out the others. Their skin is a bright red and they have fucking wings. Wings! I can hardly stop myself from asking them for a ride, but I don’t think Kronk would like that. Unlike Marix, this Klan doesn’t have horns or a tail. And their eyes…they are yellow and have vertical pupils like you’d see on a snake back on Earth.
“I’m Carmen,” I reply, “but I’m sure you already know that.”
Three others stand behind him, lingering but not really speaking. Their eyes darting around nervously. A giant red alien, one even taller than Kronk, stands near the door with his arms crossed, his eyes assessing everything. He has a wicked looking scar running across his forehead like someone tried to cut his head off once. His hair is long and braided, messy, and wild. He nods at me then his eyes go back to Shiloh, staying locked on her and tracking her every move.
“Nul, she doesn’t bite, only I do,” Shiloh teases, winking at the alien with the shorter hair, cropped and styled to show his ears, before she looks at the other nervous alien.
“Joss, I trust her,” she whispers to the last alien, his hair messy and sticking up in all directions like it has a mind of its own.
Then she looks at me, laughing as we run through to the kitchen. “Your house is amazing!” Shy compliments, gazing around.
“Doesn’t yours look like this?” I ask, pulling her over to the mylenum pot. “Have you had mylenum yet? ‘Cause holy fuck, it’s amazing.”
“No, what is it?” she inquires curiously, so I pour us both a cup and walk her over to the couch.
“Just taste it.” She puts the cup to her lips and groans as our Klans file in behind her. The largest of her Klan’s eyes are wide as he evaluates Shy’s condition. His long, braided hair reminds me of Ryx’s.
“Don’t worry, Trov,” Ryx remarks with a laugh, laying a hand on his chest. “She’s just drinking mylenum. Our Carmen makes the same noise when she drinks it.”
Trov visibly deflates. I think he thought I was fucking his girl or something...wouldn’t be the first time.
“So! You guys are all dressed up, clearly you’re not attending the slumber party,” I joke.
“No, we’re not,” Vrid replies, coming a few steps closer. “We wanted to give you females some alone time, so we are going off to central Lorenthis for a drink to celebrate
our victory over the Narj.”
“Sounds like fun.” I take a sip of mylenum and exhale audibly. “We’ll behave,” I promise before any of them can insinuate otherwise.
“Little mate…” Kronk warns, giving me the eye.
“What? Don’t look at me like that,” I grumble. “I said I promise.”
“Well, just to be sure…” Kronk stomps over to me. “Hold out your hands...both of you.”
Shiloh and I exchange a look then hold out our wrists. Kronk links our hands with a pair of handcuffs.
“Kinky.” Shiloh and I laugh. “Ya know, if you wanted to tie us together, all you had to do was ask.”
Kronk huffs. “Those have a tracking chip inside them. Should they leave this house, an alarm will sound and your Klan will be notified. And trust me, little mate, you don’t want to know what will happen to you should you try and break out again.”
“Again?” Shiloh asks, raising one brow at me.
“He’s embellishing,” I whisper. “Okay, guys! Have fun!” I call dramatically and wave like a crazy person.
“I’ve put human treats in the kitchen for you and I also found a human movie for you to enjoy.” Vrid smiles and tosses an old DVD at us.
“Harry Potter!” I squeal, jumping to my feet. “Thank you, Vrid!” I rush at my mate and wrap my arms around him, the chain trailing along the floor with me. He leans down and kisses my head.
“You are welcome.”
Shiloh’s Klan surrounds her, giving her hugs goodbye as I kiss mine.
“Will you be long?” I inquire.
“A few of your Earth hours,” Kronk answers with a shrug. He tips my chin up to look at him. “Be. Good.”
“I will.” Honestly, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than hanging out with Shiloh.
“You better be.” Kronk rubs his thumb along my cheek then turns to leave. Both Klans follow, and a minute later, I’m alone for the first time since I’ve been on Oxious.
“I can’t believe they left you unattended,” Shiloh teases. “They should know better.”
“Maybe I’ve been good since I’ve arrived,” I retort, lifting my chin defiantly.
Shiloh laughs so hard tears well in her eyes. “The day Carmen becomes a ‘good girl’ is the day that Gern gives up his porn stash.”
“Yeah, yeah, so...tell me everything that’s happened! I want to know every tiny detail. Like...how big are their alien cocks?” I grin, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
Shiloh laughs and we settle in, grabbing Doritos and Hershey bars from the kitchen. She figures out how to play the movie on my mate’s intricate entertainment system and we laugh the night away. Spending time with Shiloh tonight is just what I needed. She’s my bestie, my partner in crime. Being with her feels like home, and as much as I love this new world and my mates that come with it...sometimes, you need home.
30
Ryx
It feels strange jumping in an okkren and leaving our mate back at home with her friend Shiloh. The protector in me feels like I’m abandoning her. I know it’s just my brain overthinking things. If there’s one thing we’ve learned about Carmen, it’s that she can take care of herself even if it is after she gets herself into trouble.
“Which bar do you want to try?” I ask Klan Avuk, who have joined us in celebration of our victory over Klan Narj.
“We were thinking of going to Ruvrix,” Cryk replies. “We’ve heard they have great food and entertainment as well.”
“What type of entertainment?” I inquire, intrigued.
“Cage fights to start,” he responds. “Humans and Drykken battle for money.”
“Now that’s entertaining,” I agree. The okkren shudders and starts its descent. We exit and walk down the center of Lorenthis, most Totiv giving us a wide berth. Damn right. My fingers twitch to grab the hilt of my narkket so I can dance around another opponent. It nearly killed me today to let that last member of Klan Narj live. As he pleaded for his life, I carved ‘Marix’ into his forehead as a constant reminder. Kronk wanted the disfigurement I made to his face to serve as a lesson to any who might seek to steal our mate from us.
I think it might just do the trick.
Trov points to a building up ahead. Bright lights illuminate the sign above, indicating we’ve found Ruvrix. Dark red double doors swing in as we approach. Kronk and Nul enter first, and the rest of us file in behind them. Music hits my ears, thumping with a deep bass that has my head bobbing. Hovers at various heights shine coloured lights along the floors and walls.
This place is built more like a stadium, with tiers surrounding a cage that’s sunken in the middle. Cryk leads us around the top tier to a spot where the bar is open, and orders a round of drinks for us. Vrid passes me one of the tall glasses filled with a green liquid that has a white steam emanating from the top. After we all have a glass, Kronk raises his in a salute.
“To Carmen, our mate.”
“To Carmen,” we all cheer in unison, before taking a sip. The liquid is surprisingly hot and cold. It feels like ice when it hits my tongue but burns down my throat.
Delicious.
“Two more!” I call, holding up my empty glass. Vrid grabs a double order and hands them to me.
“I have a table reserved for us to watch the fights,” Cryk yells over the pulsing music. “Follow me.”
Kronk grabs a blue drink off the tray of a passing waiter as we walk. Cryk leads us down a flight of stairs to the second tier. We pass tables of Totiv as we walk to the middle of the row where a lounge area juts out over the lower tier, giving us an unobscured view of the fighting ring.
I take a sip of my drink and find a seat at the front, resting my glasses on the bar top table that surrounds the front of the lounge. Xal slides in next to me as the announcer introduces the first fight of the evening.
“Patrons of Ruvrix, I require your attention.” The music dies down and the Totiv inside lower their voices. “In this corner, wearing red and white, is the human known as Bart!” Boos erupt from the crowd and someone throws their drink in the ring.
Tough crowd.
“Fighting him today, in the far corner, wearing orange and green, is Seamus!”
“What the vekk kind of name is Shay-mus?” I say to Xal with a laugh. “Or Bart, for that matter.” He laughs along with me. Both humans have stern looks, as if they have fought before. Shay-mus has intricate tattoos covering his pale skin, while Bart is tanned and covered in pure muscle.
“This should be good,” Xal comments, as the fighters bounce on their feet from side to side.
A shot is fired and the fight starts. I watch but don’t really pay attention. Instead, my thoughts—as always—drift to my mate. Her perfect dark hair, her emerald green eyes, the way her tits bounce when she walks, how wet she gets for me.
My cock remembers too, so I try to shift my focus back to the fight and will my hard-on away. Shay-mus dodges a jab from Bart who then fakes left and hits right, sending Shay-mus spinning into the cage. Shay-mus spits out a mouthful of blood in Bart’s face, which only angers the other fighter.
“How do you think our mate is getting along?” Vrid muses, settling in the seat to my left.
“You kidding me?” I scoff. “Did you see how happy they were together in their matching pajamas? Fucking adorable.” I take a long guzzle of my drink. “Plus, we needed a night out as a Klan just as Carmen needs some time with her Harvest Sister.”
“Cheers to that,” Xal interjects, raising his glass. Vrid and I smash ours against each other hard enough that the glass cracks in mine. We have a good laugh and I quickly down the rest of my drink before it has a chance to escape through the crack. I slide the busted cup down the table and grab my second, still full glass of green deliciousness.
“You’re so chatty tonight, Xal. What’s gotten into you?” I question, elbowing him in jest.
“That fight just got me amped up.” He takes a drink and lets out a long, “Ahh.” Then continues, “My cock is still hard from watch
ing Carmen come up in the press box. Did you see her face?”
“Vekk me,” Vrid groans, recalling her beauty. “She’s as gorgeous as the sky when the suns rise after a night cycle.”
“Cheers to that,” Xal says again, his glass raised. Vrid and I clank glasses with Xal as Kronk sits to his right, adding his glass to the mix.
“What are we celebrating?” Kronk asks.
“How hot Carmen is when she comes,” I respond, smirking.
Kronk groans. “Don’t get me started.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Sorry, Kronk...actually, no I’m not.”
“Vekking ass,” Kronk gripes, smacking the back of my head. “Next round is on you for pulling shit like that.”
“Deal. I’m fresh out of drinks anyway.” I push my chair back as Bart chokes Shay-mus into submission and turn to Klan Avuk. “Next round is on me! I’ll be right back.”
They raise their glasses in a salute. I head out of the lounge and through the second tier, back up to the bar surrounding the top perimeter. “I’ll take nine rounds of your best pravvar,” I tell the bartender, ordering two drinks for myself. “Have someone bring them to the lounge reserved by Cryk.” He nods and I pay the tab before heading back to my seat. Pravvar is expensive, but this is a night for celebration. Plus, I like to splurge on things. I haven’t acted on my impulsive side since we won Carmen.
I have to catch myself when I walk down the stairs, the effects of the alcohol starting to get to me more than I’d like to admit. After the round of pravvar, I think I’ll grab some water. I don’t like to feel out of control, especially when I have a mate back home waiting for me.
Taking my seat, I look down in the cage and see new fighters already battling. This time, it’s two Totiv going head-to-head. I don’t recognise either of them, and wonder for a moment if perhaps they are now allowing the Drykken to fight.