by K. A Knight
“Know what?” I rumble, my arms pulling her closer as our legs twine.
“Know that I just need to be held, to relax?” She grins, kissing my chest as she waits for me to answer.
I stroke down her side and back up, massaging her muscles as I go and she sighs again, the sound making my cock jerk. “It’s my job, my duty to know what you need before you do.”
“So, what do I need right now?” she whispers, her fingers circling my nipple.
I close my eyes for a moment, trying to control my need when a splash sounds. My eyes snap open, but I relax when I spot Vrid sinking into the other end of the bath. He grabs her feet and massages them, making her groan. She rubs against me as I anchor her between us.
I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Right now, Carmen, you need to go and sink that sweet little pussy onto your other mate’s cock while I watch,” I order and she gasps, her ass rubbing back against my cock. “If you’re a good girl. I might even help you torture him a little bit.”
“Promise?” she purrs.
“Promise.”
She slips from my arms, kneels in the water, and faces Vrid, whose eyes are locked on her body. I grin at him and she winks over her shoulder at me before crawling over to him. Stretching out her little pink tongue, she licks the tip of his cock bobbing from the water. The movement causes her ass to stick up from the liquid, giving me a perfect view.
I slap it and she laughs before climbing up his body and laying her hands on his shoulders as she gazes down at him. Being a helpful mate, I reach between them, grasp his cock, and line him up at her pussy. She sinks down onto him, making them both grunt and the water splash.
I lean back with one hand on my cock as I watch her rise onto her knees and then drop down as she brings her mouth to his. The water churns as she rocks and fucks him.
While they are distracted, I slip from the bath and into the other room, grabbing what I need before I head back and stand behind Vrid. She yanks her mouth away and blinks her eyes open to see me as Vrid leans down and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth, making her moan as she watches me.
I hold up the device and she grins, even as her hand cups the back of Vrid’s head and holds him to her. She keeps him there as she plucks it from my hand and then yanks herself back as he blinks at her dumbly, his hands cutting into her hips as he thrusts up inside her, letting me see him spearing her pussy.
“I told you that you would wear them,” she reminds him with a smirk, before snapping the nipple clamp onto his bud. He yells in pain as she bottoms out on his cock and twists herself, moaning in pleasure.
“Carmen!” Vrid hollers in shock as he stares down at the clamp, but all she does is tighten it farther and continue to ride him, making him grunt even as his eyes wince in pain.
“Don’t know whether to stop or go harder?” she purrs, rolling her hips as she watches him. “It feels so good, but borders on too much, too hard?”
He nods, his head dropping back as he thrusts up into her, helpless as she fucks him. “Carmen,” he begs, pulling her closer, even as he pleads for mercy.
“Enjoying the show?” she asks me, her voice catching as Vrid starts to massage her clit.
I step away and let her see me stroking my own cock as I watch. She groans, her head falling back and her eyes closing. Her wet hair slides across her shoulders and back, droplets of water rolling across her rosy nipples. Her tight little pussy stretches around Vrid’s cock as she rides him, the image burning into my mind until I’m thrusting into my own hand.
“Fuck,” she moans, her flushed chest heaving as he takes over, hammering into her from below, splashing water everywhere as she leans farther back, letting me see her raw little cunt through the clear water.
“I’m so close,” she whispers. “I want to feel you fill me with your cum.”
She groans and I have to bite down on my bottom lip to stop from growling, but Vrid has no such issues. He growls long and loud then pulls her from his cock and throws her over the edge of the bath, slamming into her from behind.
Her fingers curl over the edge of the bath to hold on, her eyes open, connecting with mine as I stroke myself. She flashes me a grin then. “Let me taste you as you come,” she tells me, and opens her mouth just as Vrid yells behind her and she screams. I can’t help it, it’s too much. My balls pull up as a release explodes, my cum lashing her face.
It drips into her mouth, and when she opens her eyes again, she looks at me as she licks her lips greedily, her emerald orbs alight with lust. “Delicious.”
We both wash her down as she relaxes between us, and then we tuck her into bed and climb in after her, going back to sleep. When I wake up next, everyone is still asleep but our little mate, who is staring at the ceiling. I watch her, not moving or breathing too deeply to alert her to the fact I am awake and...just observe her.
Her eyes are filled with thoughts, flitting through one before she moves onto whatever she is thinking of next. She glances at Ryx and reaches out to stroke his face. He almost purrs and moves closer. A brilliant, love-filled smile flashes over her face before she pulls away and then wiggles from between Ryx and Vrid. She slides from the bed and pads barefoot from the room. I follow after her as she heads downstairs and scrounges around in the kitchen for some food.
Sticking to the shadows, I watch my mate, my eyes tracing her delectable body. “I can always feel you watching me...your gaze is like a caress. I could pick it out in a crowd, my very own alien stalker,” she teases, her voice hushed as she hops up on the counter. She swings her legs back and forth as she peers into the dark where I am hiding, so I step out, knowing I have been caught. She grins, carrying on eating.
“Does stalking me turn you on? Watching me? Knowing you could pounce out of the shadows at any point and have me?”
My horns and eyes darken, and she smiles, licking her lips. “Thought so. Me too. It also makes me feel...safer. Knowing no matter where I go, you will always be there. Watching, following, protecting.” She sighs then. “I had the girls in the Harvest House, but no one could keep up with me. Not even Shiloh. They didn’t understand...but you. My mates, my family. You do and I know I’ll never be alone again.”
“Never,” I vow and step closer, unable to keep my distance from my mate. I drop to my knees and press my face against her knees, circling her ankle with my hand as I roll my eyes up to her. “I’m not good with words, but never doubt my loyalty or question how I feel. You are my whole reason for being. I would follow you into the fires of death themselves. No matter where you go, you will never be alone. We are here, we are yours. Forever.”
“I love you, stalker,” she whispers, cupping my face and leaning down to kiss me. “Feel free to jump me from the shadows at any time.”
I growl and she laughs, her legs wrapping around my neck.
“Now, you look hungry, be a good boy and have something to eat, won’t you?” she purrs, rubbing her pussy across my lips.
Whatever my mate wants, whenever she wants it.
39
Vrid
I wake up feeling refreshed. I slit open my eyes and notice how bright the snarflyn is, it must be midday by now. Groaning, I push myself up and see that I’m alone in bed. I knew I needed rest after injecting Carmen and Ryx with my healing serum. It has been so long since I’ve had to inject twice in such a short period of time, I’d forgotten how long it takes to recover.
If only I could inject myself…I’ll have to look into that.
I slip from the bed and stretch my arms over my head. A groan escapes me as I go to the closet, pull out some comfy pants, and tie them loose around my waist.
The scent of mylenum reaches my nose and my mouth begins to water. Hurrying from the bedroom, I leap over the railing, forgoing the stairs, and land softly on my feet. The voices of my Klan and my mate reach me as I enter the kitchen, bringing a smile to my face instantly.
My mate is there, sitting on top of the counter. She’s wearing my robe, which h
angs loose from her shoulders, baring her ample cleavage and her Klan Marix tattoo. My cock twitches and I begin to desire something much sweeter than mylenum.
Later.
Kronk and Xal are finishing up breakfast, feeding Carmen bites like the vekking queen that she is. My heart warms at the sight, a feeling I am not used to starting deep within me...home. This is home, wherever my Klan and mate are.
“Where’s Ryx?” I ask. Carmen’s head turns towards me and a smile lights up her face. She bites her plump bottom lip and her gaze trails down my chest to my abs, igniting a fire on my skin with only her eyes.
She’s incredible.
“Preparing,” Kronk answers me.
“For…” I encourage him to keep talking before taking a sip of my drink. Kronk simply grins at me and glances to Carmen who is still staring at me with a lust-filled gaze.
Then it dawns on me.
Carmen has not received her punishment for barging into the Drykken camp naked and covered in her own blood. Ryx must be readying his room for her, getting his various devices prepped and ready for her hot little body. And since Carmen’s last indiscretion was for Ryx, it’s only fitting that he implements her punishment.
Reprimanding Carmen is something we all enjoy. I will insist that I at least get to watch Ryx’s performance, and probably join them too.
Before I realise it, I’m growling. Carmen belts out a laugh and Kronk joins in. I give him a quick punch to the arm to shut him up and square my shoulders in front of my mate. “What would you like to do today, little mate?”
She reaches out and trails a finger around my nipple, making me hiss. Carmen wasn’t joking when she complained about the discomfort of those nipple clamps. Mine still hurt from when she snapped them on me last night. She laughs again at my reaction before responding.
“I don’t know.” She shrugs her shoulders, causing the robe to slip farther down her arm. One more small movement and her perfect tits will pop out. “Maybe...go to the fighting arena again? Go out for some food. Shop for weapons. Fuck. You get the idea.” She takes a sip of her mylenum, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“I think I can arrange that.” I lean down and taste her lips. She moans against my mouth, her back arching, neck craning to get more of me. I bite her lower lip and let it slip from between my teeth. “More of that later, little mate,” I promise. She pouts as I turn to our Klan mates. “Kronk. Xal. Want to come along?”
“I have to meet with Trov from Klan Avuk,” Kronk replies.
“What for?” I inquire, my brow furrowing in concern.
“Yarek have been spotted a few lightyears off Earth,” he growls. “Seems they’ve not had enough of the Totiv and need another ass whooping to remind them. Trov wants to run some battle strategies by me.”
I nod in understanding. The Yarek are nothing to wave a hand at. They fought fiercely in the Great War, almost beating us more than once. “Of course. Give Trov my regards.” I turn to Xal. “How about you?”
“He’s coming with me,” Kronk answers, before Xal can even take a breath. A plan forms in my head and a smile grows on my face. “Just me and you then,” I tell Carmen, running my thumb over her cheek.
“But Ryx—” She starts to protest.
“Ryx is preparing,” I interrupt her, placing my finger on her lips. “You heard Kronk.” She opens her lips and sucks my finger into her mouth. I can feel my horns darken as her warm tongue swirls around my finger. I groan and pull away. “Not yet, little minx.”
“Why not?” she whines with a pout. So vekking adorable.
I smile at her. “Trust me. It will be worth the wait.”
“Okayyy,” she gripes, before hopping off the counter.
“Go get changed. We will leave in a few minutes.” I give her ass a swat as she saunters from the room. She squeals and races upstairs. “Wear something that shows off that tattoo!” I shout after her. I can hear her little feet pounding down the hallway before heading into the snarflyn—or Carmen’s room, as it’s now known.
I turn to Kronk. “Tell me more about the Yarek.”
“I don’t know much yet, but from what Trov told me, there have been sightings of them on Earth.”
“Vekking bastards,” I seethe.
“Gets worse,” Kronk admits, rising from his chair. “They’ve been spotted here on Oxious as well.”
“Vekking hell.” I run my fingers through my hair, not believing what I’m hearing. “Where?”
“Albenos, for starters.”
Xal inhales audibly. “Forsaken Mountain,” he whispers.
Kronk nods. “Trov thinks they are scouting the area, searching for weaknesses—”
“To steal our Harvest Girls,” I finish for him. “Where else have they been seen?”
Kronk gulps. “Outside of Lorenthis.”
“Vekk,” Xal spews. “Little vekking inbred fucks.”
“Keep Carmen close, Vrid.” Kronk’s voice is filled with worry. “If the Drykken were able to bypass the Unok gates, then we can’t put it past the Yarek either.”
“Has the city been alerted?” Xal questions.
“Klan leaders have been made aware,” Kronk responds. “I didn’t want to tell you with Carmen around. None of us want to see her worried.”
“Agreed,” I concur. “Does Ryx know?”
Kronk nods. “He was with me when I took the call from Trov earlier.”
“Where was Carmen?”
“I kept her busy.” A sly grin grows on Xal’s face and he licks his lips. “She thought I was hungry and insisted that I eat.”
“You’re a bastard,” I state with a smile. “Feeling full now?”
“Never!” he shouts, and we all have a good laugh. I bid them goodbye, wish them luck with Trov, and head up to my room. Carmen is already there waiting for me, perched on my bed.
She hops down to the floor. “Well…how do I look?” She spins, giving me one hell of a view. She is wearing a black leather outfit. The top is like a vest. It has thick straps going over her shoulders, but they keep her arms bare. The hem hits right above her belly button, the front zipping up to just under her perfect chest which is displayed beautifully. Her ass is covered by the same material, like a tiny pair of shorts. Bound around her waist is a belt, with holsters for her bakket, narkket, and oprey. On her feet she wears tall boots that hit just below her knee.
“Like a vekking warrior goddess sent to slay the hearts of Totiv males around the world,” I tell her, my voice betraying how proud I am to be her mate.
“So...you like it?” she asks, batting her thick black lashes at me.
“I love it.” I walk up to her and slide my hands from her hips down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “You look good enough to eat,” I whisper against her lips.
“Taste me then, Vrid. Nothing is stopping you.” She takes my mouth, her tongue pushing at the seam of my mouth until I open for her. We groan in tandem as our tongues clash. I pour out my love for her in this kiss, my devotion. She returns the kiss with fervour, nipping and biting at me while her nails dig into my skin.
I land another spank on her for distracting me.
“What was that for?” she inquires, pulling away from me to rub her ass.
“Maybe I want to see those pale globes all red for me,” I purr. “Ever think of that?”
“Spank me harder then, Vrid. Spank me so hard I can’t sit and you have to kiss it better,” she coos, her eyes alight with mischief.
“Little one…” I warn.
“Fine.” She hops back on the bed, folding her arms under her tits, her face brooding.
So vekking cute.
I turn away from my sulking mate and head to the closet once more. I pluck out a white shirt and a black pair of tactical pants to store my weapons. Knowing the Yarek have been seen, I won’t take any chances with my mate. If someone even thought to steal her…
I shake off that unnerving thought and drop my pants to my ankles. I hear Carmen gasp as I flex my ass,
followed by the smell of her arousal.
And I thought Ryx couldn’t be tamed…
I smile to myself, thinking of my horny little mate, and tug on my outfit. I finish with my black sash, displaying the Klan Marix insignia with pride. I usually don’t wear it unless the occasion is formal, but since this is my first time taking Carmen out by myself, I dressed to impress. Finishing the outfit, I pull on a pair of boots much like hers.
“Ready?” I turn to her and flex my pecs, which are visible under the tight shirt.
“Mm-hmm.” She hops down from the bed and saunters over to me. “Let’s go.”
“After you.” I gesture towards the door. She tosses her dark hair over her shoulder and heads out of the room. I follow her downstairs but pause when we get to the front door. “Carmen, I need you to listen to me and listen good.”
She turns her green eyes up to me, the seriousness in my voice reflecting in her eyes.
“There are things much worse than Drykken out there.” I grab her face, cupping her cheeks in my palms. “If I give you an order while we are out today, it’s not because I’m trying to control you, I’m trying to protect you. Do you understand that?”
Her eyes search mine and she nods.
“Good.” I slide one hand behind her neck, threading my fingers into her hair as the other trails down her body, making her shudder. “Someday your mates and I will plant a youngling in your belly,” I tell her, rubbing the backs of my fingers on her exposed skin. Her eyes widen and she licks her lips. “The need to protect the mother of my young is innate. There is nothing I won’t do or say to protect you. Nothing.”
“Okay, Vrid. I’ll listen,” she whispers, then a smirk grows on her face. “For now.”
“Good girl.” I release her hair and take her hand. “Now let’s go have some fun.”
She smiles and I push open the front door. The okkren I had reserved earlier awaits us. Carmen giggles when I lift her up inside and hop in after her. I pull out a bottle of pravvar and pour us both a glass.