by Luna Voss
The footsteps stop outside my door. There’s a knock.
Apparently it’s time.
I give myself a single second to compose myself, to prepare myself mentally as best I can. Then I take a deep breath, nod my head, and open the door to the hallway.
I startle, and my eyes widen in shock at the two figures who greet me: one of them is an auction worker I don’t recognize, a man this time. He’s not why I’m surprised.
No, the reason I’m peeling my jaw off the floor right now is his companion: a Kyrzon.
Not just any Kyrzon.
Standing in the doorway to my dressing room is one of the biggest, fiercest-looking Kyrzon males I’ve ever seen.
He stands at least seven and a half feet tall, with broad shoulders and muscular arms that look thicker than my thighs. The sides and back of his head are shaved, and the longer hair at the top is knotted in a small bun near the back. As many Kyrzons do, he wears his beard long, and I can tell that the face underneath it is extremely handsome.
Even for a Kyrzon, this guy is fucking sexy.
He’s like ferocity personified.
And he’s staring right at me as I wear nothing but a skimpy bodysuit that leaves nothing to the imagination.
My cheeks catch fire, and my whole face burns as I take a step backward in surprise. The Kyrzon grins, his eyes drinking in my body, absorbing every dimple, every curve. I feel so vulnerable, so utterly put on display.
It’s clear that this Kyrzon is examining my womanly characteristics. His eyes linger over my hips, my breasts, the place between my legs. His gaze is hungry, almost predatory, and I shiver, very aware of how little protection I’m afforded by my auction outfit.
I can tell by the blazing approval on this Kyrzon’s face that he likes what he sees. He takes a step forward, and I’m struck by just how big he is as he enters the dressing room. He stands in front of me, and I look up at his enormous form, feeling my nipples poking through my bodysuit like little rockets.
What the fuck is happening right now?
The auction worker standing in the doorway clears his throat. “This is Julia,” he says to the Kyrzon, not even looking at me. “She’s going to be hitting the auction block first today. Pretty girl, isn’t she?”
The Kyrzon ignores him, instead just continuing to look at me with that same fierce sense of approval on his face. “Leave me alone with her,” he growls.
“I— I’m sorry, Chief Gurrak, I don’t think I can permit that,” the auction worker stutters awkwardly. “It’s bad enough that I’m letting you into her dressing room like this. I could really get in trouble.”
“10,000 power units,” Chief Gurrak growls, still staring at me.
“Wha— what?”
“I give you 10,000 power units, and you leave me alone with Julia.”
I glance at the auction worker, trying to meet his eye, but he doesn’t look at me. He looks like he’s thinking about Chief Gurrak’s offer.
“Fine,” says the auction worker, as though making up his mind. “But you only have a couple minutes. When I come back here, we’re going to have to start the auction.”
Gurrak stares at him, as though waiting for him to leave, but the auction worker clears his throat and holds out his hand. With an exasperated sigh, the Kyrzon reaches into his pocket, counts out a couple of power cells, and then tosses them onto the floor in front of the auction worker. The worker gathers them up and scurries back down the hall, closing the door behind him.
I now stand in the dressing room, feeling naked, vulnerable, and unbearably turned on, as an enormous alien towers over me, licking his lips.
Chapter Five
As soon as the door to the hallway closes, the energy in the room changes. Now Chief Gurrak and I are alone. Nobody besides the auction worker even knows that the Kyrzon is in here.
He can do anything he wants to me.
And as wrong as it is, as much as I know that I shouldn’t even be in a room with a Kyrzon like this prior to the auction…
Well, let’s just say that my body isn’t exactly playing along.
Rules be damned, Kalish be damned, I’m a red-blooded, twenty-year-old woman. I’ve never had a boyfriend, I’ve never had sex, I’ve never even kissed a guy. And now, literally the most attractive man I’ve ever met is staring at me with the absolute dirtiest of intentions written all over his face.
So yeah. As far as my young, hormonal, almost painfully aroused body is concerned, this is pretty much like the naughtiest of my masturbation fantasies has come to life.
I tremble as the enormous Kyrzon steps toward me, his eyes blazing. He stops right in front of me, so close that I can feel his breath. For a moment he just looks at me, taking me in, as though in awe.
Chief Gurrak opens his mouth, and his voice rumbles through me: “You are trembling. Do you fear me, little human?” His tone is gruff, demanding, but the question seems to be genuine.
“No,” I answer honestly, surprising myself. By all accounts, I should be scared. Not just of what this huge alien might do to me, but of how it might impact the plans I have with Kalish and Cleopatra. What if he decides he wants to buy me, and he’s able to bid more than Kalish is?
That should bother me.
But it doesn’t.
Not in this moment.
Right now, I’m turned on, to the point where it feels like nothing else matters.
Gurrak grins at my answer, the approval on his face deepening. And as much as I know that that’s actually a bad thing, that the more he likes me, the more likely he is to interfere with Kalish buying me at the auction, I can’t help but feel a little bit triumphant.
I want this jacked, handsome alien to approve of me. I want him to want me.
Even though I know I shouldn’t.
“Show me your breasts,” Gurrak growls, his voice suddenly authoritative. He looks down at me, his eyes glued to the outline of my nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric of my bodysuit.
My face is already burning, but if possible, I feel it get even hotter at his command. I shuffle my feet, nervousness flooding over me.
I’ve never let a man see me naked before.
But Gurrak continues to stare at me, and I find myself responding to the stern authority in his gaze. With trembling hands, I reach for the straps of my bodysuit and slide them down over my shoulders. Slowly, sexual excitement buzzing through me, I peel the fabric down to my waist, revealing my naked upper body.
Gurrak lets out a grunt of pleasure that doesn’t seem entirely voluntary as his eyes land on my bare chest. There’s a certain animal fierceness in his expression, and even perhaps a sense of wonder, as he reaches out to touch me.
I don’t resist him. His hand is big enough to grab both of my breasts at once, and he does so, cupping them with more gentleness than I had expected. Burning desire shoots through me at his touch, the warmth of his skin tantalizing. Gurrak switches to a two-handed approach, groping me with barely-controlled intensity. The way he touches me is dominant, almost arrogant, as though I belong to him.
Suddenly, the big Kyrzon moves his hands to my waist, picking me up off the floor and lifting me onto the counter. I squeal in surprise, grabbing onto his thick forearms for support. I can feel the taught, cord-like muscles rippling under his skin as he puts me down and returns to exploring my body.
Gurrak’s fingers close around one of my nipples. I inhale, struck by a sudden twinge of pleasure. My lower body begins to tingle, and I feel a warmth spreading between my legs. My heart is racing, my thoughts a blur. Everything about this is so new and intense.
A sudden determination flashing across his face, Gurrak bends down, cups one of my breasts, and pulls my hard nipple into his mouth. His eyes close as though in satisfaction, and he begins to suck gently. More pleasure erupts through me, more powerful than last time, and a moan slips past my lips.
Gurrak stops sucking me for a moment, his eyes opening and focusing on my face. He smiles, looking pleas
ed at my reaction.
And then his lips close around my nipple once again, and I squirm with pleasure as he starts to make little circles around it with his tongue.
Gurrak kisses his way across my chest and switches nipples, treating the other one the same way he did the first. I’m panting now, so aroused that it’s almost uncomfortable. His hands start to explore my body, touching my waist, my hips, my ass. My pussy is on fire. I feel like a toy he’s playing with, a shiny new object that he wants to sample and enjoy as much as he can before he decides whether or not to take it home.
Finally, the big alien stands up, and I’m struck by a sense of loss the moment I can no longer feel his warm body touching mine. I want him to keep touching me. I don’t want to stop feeling like this.
Gurrak looks down at me, splayed beneath him on the counter with my face flushed and my chest heaving, practically naked with my bodysuit rolled down to my waist. His eyes move down my body, landing on my crotch. I follow his gaze, and I’m mortified to see that I’ve already soaked through the fabric of my auction outfit, forming a large, clearly-visible circle of wetness between my legs.
The Kyrzon grins and licks his lips. “I want you to show me that wet little cunt of yours, human.”
Suddenly, the room feels like it’s a million degrees. I can’t believe this is happening. My face and my pussy are both burning, and my mind is a battlefield between my nervousness and my desire. The idea of letting this strange alien examine my most intimate of places is positively nerve-racking.
Gurrak fixes me with intense eye contact that makes me shiver. There’s something in his eyes that makes me want to obey him, to be the thing that gives him pleasure. I want to find out what this fearsome savage is like when he allows himself to lose control.
My heart practically pounding out of my chest, I reach down between my legs and my fingers find the snap where my outfit opens from the bottom. Looking Gurrak directly in the eye, I unsnap the crotch of my auction clothes, exposing my pussy for him.
I’m so wet that even the slightest movement of air feels cold against my sensitive lips. My clit is swollen with desire, poking out noticeably from between my folds. Gurrak’s mouth opens as he takes in the sight of me, looking as though he’s never seen anything more desirable in his life. I look down, embarrassed. Putting myself on display like this for him feels like the most scandalous thing I’ve ever done.
Gurrak reaches out and runs his fingers gently through the soft hair on my mound. I shiver, the muscles in my torso rippling involuntarily. His thumb brushes my clit. It’s just the slightest touch, but enough to make me whimper, and my pussy twitches in response.
The Kyrzon growls in enjoyment, and brushes my clit again. The spark of pleasure this creates causes me to moan, and my breathing quickens. Watching my face, Gurrak applies a little more pressure to my clit. My back arches, and my toes curl. He smiles.
Gurrak dips his finger just ever so slightly past my lips, teasing me, and then spreads my wetness over my clit, rubbing in little circles.
It feels good.
Really good.
Better than anything I’ve been able to do alone.
What I’m feeling right now with Chief Gurrak is new and exciting and wonderful.
And I want more.
I start to grind myself against his fingers, bucking my hips to increase the stimulation. I’m not thinking about the auction, or Cleo, or anything else. I just know that this feels right.
Right, but oh so dirty.
Apparently I like dirty.
Gurrak looks monumentally pleased at the way I’m responding to him. I watch him as he touches me, and see his hand move down to his crotch. He starts to rub himself through his pants, and my eyes search for the evidence of his growing bulge.
I want to know if the Kyrzon anatomy is just as impressive as Cleo says it is.
Suddenly, there’s a noise behind us, and the door to the dressing room bursts open. Panic washes over me, and my eyes snap to the doorway in alarm.
Chapter Six
It’s the male auction worker from earlier. He freezes as he sees us and the door swings shut behind him.
Gurrak growls, leaping across the room in an instant and wrapping his gigantic hand around the auction worker’s head. He slams him backward against the wall, holding his head like a grapefruit, his palm covering the man’s entire face.
“You will avert your gaze until Julia is fully dressed,” the Kyrzon snarls.
The auction worker says something muffled through Gurrak’s hand and tries to nod his head.
I hurry to pull the straps of my auction outfit back over my shoulders and then snap the bottom closed, my still-aroused body silently screaming in frustration. Gurrak doesn’t release the auction worker’s face until he’s looked over and verified that I’m fully decent.
“The— the auction starts in a couple of minutes,” the worker gasps, taking deep, relieved breaths of air. “You need to leave now. Julia is being sold first. You can sample the other brides if you want, but you’re going to miss Julia’s auction.”
“I’ll take her,” Gurrak grunts.
The auction worker gives him a you-don’t-get-it look. “You have to buy her at the auction,” he says. “You can’t just take her now. Everyone gets a chance to bid.”
Gurrak lumbers forward, towering over the auction worker, who backs against the wall, looking terrified.
“I said I’ll take her,” Gurrak snarls, advancing. “Julia is mine, do you fucking understand me?”
“I really can’t,” the auction worker mumbles, not looking at him. “You don’t understand how much trouble I could get in.”
Gurrak clenches his fists, and for a moment, it looks as though he might punch the auction worker straight through the wall. The man cowers, his beady little eyes watching the furious Kyrzon with fear.
“150,000 power units,” Gurrak spits.
“Wha— what?”
“150,000 power units, and I leave here with Julia right now.”
“I can’t, I really—”
Gurrak grabs the auction worker by the throat and slams him violently against the wall.
“If you tell me one more time that I can’t have what I want, I will snap your neck like a fucking twig,” the Kyrzon warrior snarls. “150,000 power units. That’s more than you would get for five Brides on a normal Auction Day. You can give the money to your bosses and tell them that I bought her, or you can keep it for yourself and tell them that she ran away. You can tell them I bought her for 100,000, and take the rest as a finder’s fee if you want. I don’t fucking care. But I’m leaving here with Julia. Now. Tell me you understand.”
The auction worker struggles to nod his head, making a gurgling sound that I can only guess is an affirmative.
Gurrak releases his grip slightly, allowing the auction worker to take in a rasping breath. “Say it. Tell me Julia belongs to me now.”
“She’s yours,” the auction worker gasps. “Julia belongs to you.”
Gurrak lets go of his neck, and the human falls onto his hands and knees, gasping for air. “My carriage is waiting outside,” the Kyrzon says to him as he catches his breath. “When you’re ready to stand, we will take Julia there together, and I will pay you your power cells. And then I will leave with my Bride, and you and I will never speak again.”
Chapter Seven
I stand outside the auction house, covered in goosebumps. I’m sheltered from being seen from the street by the war chief’s carriage, which is drawn by a pair of enormous tusk-oxen. Next to the carriage stand two Kyrzon warriors, members of Gurrak’s clan. I hold my little bundle of clothes in front of me meekly, trying to hide the obvious wet spot that is clearly visible around my crotch.
My thoughts are a mess. I can’t believe the situation I’m in. I came here expecting to be sold at the auction. Cleo’s brother-in-law was supposed buy me.
Instead, Chief Gurrak has made sure that no one else will even have the chance to bid
for me, much less claim me as their mate. Through a combination of bribery and violence, he’s all-but guaranteed that I will belong to him, and to no one else.
I have a pit in my stomach bigger than the Ship in New Sutter. This isn’t the way this was supposed to happen. Nothing is going according to plan.
And yet at the same time, every single cell in my body is crying out for him to touch me again.
I’m confused, horny, frightened, and completely unsure of what my future holds.
Gurrak is in the carriage, counting out power cells. Not the small ones that I’m used to seeing, but big ones, the kind that can store a ton of energy. He throws eight of them down onto the ground at the auction worker’s feet.
“These each hold 20,000,” he grunts, “and the last one is half-charged. That’s 150,000.”
I know that under normal circumstances, the expected thing to do would be for the auction worker to scan the power cells, to make sure that they’re actually filled with energy. For all he knows, Chief Gurrak just handed him eight empty batteries.
But he doesn’t. Looking intensely nervous, he just nods and scurries back inside, leaving the power cells sitting where Gurrak left them on the ground. The Kyrzon nods, and turns to me.
“You ride inside,” he orders me, pointing to the carriage.
I get in, watching out of the corner of my eye as the auction worker reappears with a hover-dolly, glances around nervously, and then starts loading the power cells onto it.
The interior of the carriage is simple, but attractive in a rustic sort of way. It’s very spacious, obviously designed to accommodate the Kyrzon form. The sizable bench seats are padded with soft furs, and once I’m inside, I’m surprised at how comfortable and secure I feel. The walls of the carriage shield me from the world around me, the open door the only portal to the outside.
I hear Gurrak talking to the Kyrzon men who are riding on top of the carriage. Then the carriage begins to move, the door still open, and I hear the sound of the tusk-oxen trotting. We pull away from the auction house, which is located on the outskirts of the city, and I watch as New Sutter, the only world I have ever known, disappears behind us.