Capturing Carmen

by K. A Knight

  “To our Klan,” she says, holding up her glass.

  “To our future,” I counter, clinking mine with hers.

  We drink and talk as the okkren flies to the lotrens in the center of Lorenthis. I tell her what training was like growing up as a youngling warrior. She tells me about the girls she grew up with. I can hear her fondness for them in the tone of her voice. She seems most concerned about a girl named Daisy. Carmen describes Daisy as a timid rule follower, who finds it difficult to make her own opinions known. She might struggle to hold her own here on Oxious with a personality like that. I tell her that I will do my best to find out not only the location of Daisy, but of Harlow and Tatiana as well. The way her face lights up when I say this makes any difficulty I’ll have arranging such a thing worth it.

  I make a mental note to have another play date with Shiloh, only this time both our Klans will stay with our mates. The okkren shudders and lowers to the ground. After the door opens, I jump down then turn to catch a flying Carmen. She lands in my arms and I spin her around before setting her on her feet. She pulls my face down for a kiss before linking her fingers with mine.

  “So, where are we off to?” she asks.

  “First? We spar.” I take off, pulling my mate behind me. She laughs as we run through the streets until we come to a small training arena. “This way,” I say, tugging her along behind me. I’m able to access this secure area using my handprint. We are greeted by an older male manning the front desk.

  He points down the hall behind him. “Room seven.”

  “Thanks!” I call, pulling Carmen in front of me. I open the door to room seven and follow her inside. The left and right walls are lined with various weapons and gear, while the front wall is one enormous mirror. Padded mats line the floor to cushion one’s fall and ropes hang from the rafters for climbing.

  “Wowwww,” Carmen exclaims, looking around. “This place is so awesome.”

  “Yeah. Until I kick your hot little ass.” Carmen spins to stare at me with a raised brow.

  “Want to make a wager on that?” she taunts.

  “Since I know I won’t lose, yes,” I reply with a grin.

  She huffs. “Okay, loser has to…” She trails off, eyeing the room. “I got it!” she squeals, her eyes lighting up. “Loser has to give the winner oral.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “Carmen, you must realise there is no way for you to defeat me in sparring.”

  She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe I like your cock in my mouth, Vri-d,” she purrs, popping the ‘d.’

  I rub my hands together, trying to stay focused on sparring, not getting lost in the image of her on her knees in front of me with my cock shoved between her hot lips.

  “Rules?” she asks, her little hands on her hips.

  “Simple.” I walk to the left wall and run my fingers down a length of rope. “First one to knock the other to the ground, wins.”

  “Easy enough for me.” Carmen bends her knees and widens her legs. I recognise a battle stance when I see one. I mimic her and we slowly begin to circle one another. Carmen sucks her finger into her mouth then trails it down her neck to her cleavage. I quirk my eyebrow at her and she attacks, pulling her bakket from its sheath and slicing my upper arm.

  I hiss and pull back as she licks my blood off the blade.

  Little minx. Using her body to distract me.

  I won’t allow that to happen again.

  She lunges and I sidestep out of the way, but I grab her wrist as she flies by me and tuck it tightly behind her back. She grunts when I clasp her other wrist and pull it behind her, then lasso my tail around her forearms, binding them together.

  I spin her to face the mirror, wanting her to watch me behind her. I place my leg between hers, locking one of them in place, and snake my hand up to her neck.

  “Look at me, Carmen.” Her chest heaves as she tries to pull away from me. “Look at your mate.” Her gaze catches mine in the mirror. With my free hand, I tug at the zipper on her top and pull it down, freeing her breasts. I tighten my grip on her neck, restricting her airway, feeling her narrow throat swallow under my grip.

  The scent of her arousal reaches me, reminding me that my little mate likes pain. She’s the perfect mate for a Klan of warriors. I circle her nipple with my finger, watching it harden in the mirror. Then I twist the stiff nub, pulling a sexy gasp from my mate.

  Fuck she’s so hot.

  I slap her breast and her gaze fills with lust, her lower lip taut between her teeth. I slap the other, loving the way my handprint appears on her skin, adoring the way they jiggle with each hit. “That is for distracting me from our fight enough to wound me,” I whisper in her ear.

  Abandoning her chest, I slide my hand down her body and cup her leather-clad pussy in my hand. I can feel the heat from her core through her shorts. Using my middle finger, I gently rub up and down the seam, until I feel her hips thrusting against my hand.

  “Look at you, Carmen, so needy. All mine.” I pull my hand away and she whines in opposition. “Soon,” I promise, then I zip up her top and release her from my grasp.

  “What the fuck, Vrid?” she scolds me, her tiny hand pushing into my chest.

  “What?” I ask innocently.

  “You-You can’t just leave me hanging like that!”

  “Oh, but I can, little mate.” I bop her on the nose. “Another round?”

  Carmen and I duel for the better part of the next hour. I allow her to land a few blows just so she is able to maintain composure. She does get very frustrated—and quickly—when she realises I’m better at fighting than her. Seems my mate has forgotten I’m a trained warrior, that I fought in wars long before she was even born.

  Finally, once we’re all sweaty, I stop the sparring. I have to admit that it was super hot dueling with her, feeling her body close to mine, realising how much stronger she is from when she first got here. She doesn’t know it yet, but I can see two raised areas on the crest of her forehead where her own horns will soon grow. It’s common for our human mates to take on some of our characteristics after sharing so much DNA, whether it be from blood or…other sources.

  Fuck, I hope she grows a tail too.

  After one of us plants a youngling in her belly, the symptoms will exacerbate. I can hardly wait to see her reaction.

  “Come on.” I reach for her hand. “Let’s get some food.”

  “Sounds amazing. I’m famished,” she agrees.

  “Oh. There’s one thing we have to do first.”

  She quirks a brow at me. “And what’s that?”

  “Clean up, of course.”

  “But—”

  I place a hand on her lips. “For once can you just shut up and trust me?”

  I pull my hand away to see her beautiful smile beaming up at me. “Sure. Lead the way.” Needing to feel more of her body on mine, I scoop her up and haul her over my shoulder as she squeals in delight. I give her pert ass a spank and head out of the room to the bathing chamber.

  However, it’s not like a normal bath.

  “What is this place?” she inquires, when I set her down inside.

  “You’ll see.” I point to the walls. “See those openings? Small lasers will come out from there and clean us up. You’ll be just as you were when we first walked in here.”

  “Fucking awesome!” she screams, jumping up and down. “How do you turn it on?”

  I walk over to a control panel and punch in the code I want, then pull her to the center of the room. “Okay, Carmen. Put your arms up and close your eyes.”

  Once she does as she’s told, I mimic her and the room starts to hum. A warmth flows over my skin as the lasers clean the sweat and funk from our bodies. Once clean, a fragrance is misted into the air. Three beeps sound shortly after indicating we are done.

  I open my eyes to see Carmen checking herself out.

  “Duuuude,” she exclaims. “How come we don’t have one of those at our house?”

  “We do,” I admit. “W
e just prefer to bathe you ourselves.”

  I offer her a token ‘Carmen wink’ and pull her from the room.

  “You kinky little shits,” I hear her mutter under her breath. Laughing, I pull her back outside and into the warm breeze.

  The rest of the day is just as amazing as sparring was. I take her out to a relaxed dinner and introduce her to more Totiv food, most of which she devours. We finish our meal and shop at the lotrens, she doesn’t know this yet, but I’ve hired one of the shop owners to make her a custom tactical outfit perfect for her small size.

  After purchasing a gallon of nightshimmer—something I will be thanking Kronk for later—we get dessert and head back to the okkren. We feed each other our desserts and laugh when we purposefully miss each other’s mouths.

  The ride is over much too quickly, and we find ourselves back at home. “I really enjoyed tonight, Vrid. Thank you,” she says, planting a kiss on my lips when we reach the front door.

  “The night’s not over yet, little mate.” She pauses waiting for me to continue. “You might remember that little stunt you pulled with the Drykken? The one where you tore off your clothes and covered yourself in your own blood.”

  “Yeah…?” She looks at me, confused.

  “You didn’t think you’d get away with that, did you? Tonight was a celebration, but as I promised there is so much more. Come on,” I encourage, scanning my hand and opening the door. “Ryx is ready for us.”

  “Ryx?” she echoes, as I push her up the stairs. “What do you mean he’s ready?”

  “You’ll see, little mate.” I usher her to Ryx’s door and knock three times.

  He opens the door slightly, keeping the view behind him blocked. “Is she ready?” he asks me. I incline my head. “Good.” He looks down at Carmen. “Resha, be prepared to be punished.”

  40

  Ryx

  Her cheeks flush at my proclamation. I’ve known since the first time I saw my mate, dripping wet on top of Forsaken Mountain, that she was as kinky as I am, maybe even more. I step aside and allow Carmen and Vrid to enter my room. Her gasp is audible as she looks around, her green eyes wide, cheeks flushed, taking in the layout.

  “Well? What do you think, Resha?” I inquire.

  “It’s umm…wow.” She runs her fingers through her long hair as she glances from one item to the next. Various ropes, chains, and whips hang from the walls. I have a shelf filled with dildos and vibrators of all shapes and sizes. A lit display reveals my vast collection of clamps for her perfectly plump nipples, while another holds creams and gels to heighten the senses.

  “It is,” I agree. “Now, Carmen, I want you to stand here.” I pull her farther into the room as Vrid shuts the door behind us and place her back against one wall. Once positioned, Vrid and I stand in front of her, shoulder to shoulder. I want her to feel our presence, how large we are compared to her small stature. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”

  She looks to Vrid who nods slightly. “I revealed my body to the Drykken without speaking to my mates about it first,” she answers confidently.

  “That’s right,” I respond, folding my arms across my bare chest. “First thing’s first, Resha. We need you to strip.”

  Her hands shake slightly as she reaches up to the zipper on her shirt. A beautiful flush creeps up her chest, spreading to her neck and cheeks as she tugs it down slowly. With each tick of the zipper I can feel my cock pulsing in excitement. I’ve been wanting to punish Carmen my way since I first laid eyes on her, and now I’m finally getting my chance.

  Carmen pulls down the rest of her zipper and frees her flawless tits, then shrugs out of her shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

  “Keep going,” I encourage. She glances up at me and slips her thumbs below her waistband, then shimmies her hips back and forth to wriggle out of her black leather shorts. They pool at her feet and she kicks them off. Her aim is perfect, and the shorts hit me square in the chest. I catch them and bring them to my nose, making sure she sees me inhaling her scent. “Delicious,” I comment, before handing them to Vrid.

  Carmen, for the first time in a long time, doesn’t seem to know what to do and stands there playing with her fingers. I’ve got her off her game.

  Good.

  “Now, raise your arms over your head so Vrid and I can bind your wrists. I want you completely exposed.”

  She licks her lips but complies. I nod to Vrid, who stalks to her right side as I move to her left. In tandem, we circle her wrists with fuzzy cuffs then stretch her arms tight above her head. Her chest lifts beautifully, her rosy nipples hardening under our stare.

  We step back to admire our work. “Resha, you look so hot all bound for us.”

  “Stunning,” Vrid agrees.

  “Now, spread your legs wide, little mate, show us your naughty pussy.”

  Carmen inches her feet as wide as she can. Vrid and I once again use the binds on her ankles, kneeling by her feet, encasing them in chains to hold her legs apart. Before we stand back up, Vrid and I kiss up her inner thighs, biting and sucking as we go.

  “Oh, God,” she whispers, as the sweet smell of her arousal hits my nose. Vrid groans, and I know he can smell it too. We both pull away from her before we reach her cunt. This is a punishment, she will have to earn her release, earn her pleasure.

  “Feel that desire swirling within you, Resha? Feel that heat scorching inside you?”

  “Yes,” she replies breathlessly.

  “As part of your punishment, Vrid and I are going to make you ache with unfulfilled lust. I want to see you tremble with need, your pussy pulsing with desire. We want to hear you beg us for forgiveness. Only then will we let you come.”

  She whines but nods her head.

  I look at Vrid. “Let’s begin.” Carmen glances between us, her fingers flexing above the cuffs securing her. “The first part of your immaculate body we have to punish is your tits, Resha.” I stalk close to her, trailing my finger on the underside of her heavy breasts. “Because you showed them off to eyes that didn’t deserve to see them, eyes we didn’t give you permission to display yourself in front of.”

  “But—” Carmen tries to argue, but before she can get another word out, I reach up and grip her chin, shutting her mouth.

  “No buts, Resha. Rules are rules. Vrid, grab the ball gag.” I never take my eyes off of her, but simply hold out my hand until I feel the bit in my palm. “Open your mouth,” I command, releasing her chin. Her lips part and I place the gag inside, stretching her jaw, before fastening it behind her head.

  “Perfect,” Vrid comments. “Now you can’t argue or use that wicked tongue of yours for anything other than sucking my cock later.” I’m so proud of Vrid, he’s really coming into his own, finding his dominance where Carmen is concerned. It’s sometimes hard for him to push aside his desire to heal, even as a Totiv warrior.

  Carmen nods her head and flexes her jaw, trying to find a comfortable position, and the first drips of saliva fall from her mouth and onto her chest.

  So. Vekking. Hot.

  I head over to the wall and grab what humans call a riding crop, then turn to face her, whipping the flat end against my bed post as I do. Carmen jumps at the crack it makes. “See this?” I hold up the crop in front of her face.

  “Mm-hmm,” she mumbles behind the gag.

  “This is a riding crop used to train Earth animals called horses. Have you seen one before?”

  She shakes her head.

  I point to the flat end. “This part right here is used to encourage horses to run faster. It stings when smacked against the skin. I intend to use this on your tits to begin your punishment.”

  Her nostrils flare, and the scent of her arousal grows stronger.

  She likes this.

  “Nod your head if you agree, Resha.”

  She nods.

  Without warning, I reel my arm back and lash her left breast just above the nipple. She winces but does not cry out as a beautiful area of skin rises. V
rid growls beside me and grazes his finger over the area. Carmen shudders in response.

  I hand Vrid the crop. He tests the sting on his palm before turning his focus on Carmen. Vrid brings his hand back and slashes her right side, the flat crop smacking onto her pert nipple. This time, our mate screeches, her back arching off the wall.

  So vekking perfect.

  Saliva drips onto her chest and Vrid smears it on her tits, making them glisten.

  “Did you like that, little mate?” he asks her. She nods, her chest heaving. Vrid hands me the crop.

  “Again,” I tell her. She takes a deep breath and holds it as I bring the crop down on her twice, once on each side. She screams behind the gag, the sound music to my ears. Such a vekking turn on.

  I toss the crop behind me as her chest turns a deep, crimson red. Vrid and I each play with one of her tits, moulding and squeezing, twisting her stinging nipples as she mewls in pain with nowhere to go. I glide my free hand down her body and cup her pussy. Cream from her arousal coats my hand and I haven’t even touched her cunt yet.

  “So wet for us already, little pain slut,” I whisper against her neck, before sucking the soft skin into my mouth. She moans, her hips thrusting into my hand. I spank her pussy, then rub it slowly as she mewls, covering my fingers in her wetness.

  “Don’t move,” I order. She stills before I bite into her neck, then she hisses as I suck her warm blood from her body. So vekking euphoric, drinking from my mate. She thrusts again. Little minx just can’t help herself. So I spank her for a second time. “I said, don’t move.”

  She groans in dismay, her cunt dripping on my hand. “Vrid, feel how needy our mate is.”

  Vrid’s hand replaces mine, his chest rumbling as he rubs her slit. “Very needy, aren’t you, Carmen?” Carmen nods, her fingers clenching. “You know what I think she needs, Ryx? The special clamps we had made for her.”

  “Noooo,” she whines, around the gag.

  “Yes, Vrid. That’s exactly what she needs. We’ve taught her tits a lesson, but her nipples still need to be punished.”

  I head to the lit cabinet as Vrid bites into her neck and grab the vibrating clamps. I also grab a spray can from the cabinet next to it. I hand Vrid the clamps and shake the can. Carmen tenses as I depress the top and a cold spray mists her body.