“The access codes to get out of here, clothes, and a ship to fly to the Amnesty Station,” she says into my answering silence. “Would you give me that?”
“Please, do not do this, k’vani. This is not what you truly want,” I reply through gritted teeth, as the unbearable heat of the rutting fever washes over me.
“Would you give me that?” She repeats her question, each word sharp as the tip of a Kaidorians horns.
“I would,” I finally answer, my pride completely disabled by my need to taste her, rut her.
“I…I should take you up on that offer. Get a lawyer in here and make you eye scan another contract. Run and never look back.”
My hearts constrict, but then instead of threatening her, I find myself confessing, “I would be very…unhappy if you left, k’vani. I fear I cannot live without you now that I have known the joy of having you in my bed…in my life.”
She looks down at me with an unreadable expression for several tense moments, before turning her face away. Several of the feces and sex words that New Terrhans use to express their displeasure fall from her mouth.
Then she asks, “What is the code to the cuffs?”
Shock almost displaces my intense desire. “I do not understand. The punishment has not gone on for an hour even. Why would you wish to free me?”
“Because I’m human,” she replies, as if the answer to my question is obvious. “What is the code?”
I am not sure whether I can control myself without the cuffs, but I tell her the series of numbers, too far gone with the need to touch her to think logically.
It takes her a few fumbling attempts to figure out the keypad, but the cuffs eventually fall away from my wrists. As soon as I am free, the rutting fever enflames through my body, demanding I put her underneath me.
But I still when I see that the water has returned to her eyes.
She is distressed.
The sight of which evokes a feeling strong enough to suppress my lust. My mind clears leaving only the need to attend to my hu’man. “Ki’Ra! You will tell me why this water falls from your eyes and how I can stop it.”
She sniffles. “You. You are the cause of my tears. You don’t get to make me feel worthless one minute and say you fear you can’t live without me the next. I can’t deal with these mixed signals from you. You’re confusing me! You hurt me so bad, but here I am, still loving you and not wanting to leave.”
The rutting fever continues to rage within my body, but it feels like a minor burn in comparison to the sun that explodes inside of hearts at her words. “You love me?” I find myself asking instead of commanding. “You love me still?”
“Yes. Obviously, I love you still, D’Rek,” she answers, with a mournful look. “But I don’t see how this can work if you do not see me as an equal.”
I continue to push down the rutting fever and lower my eyes, considering her words. “This love you feel…you will tell me if it is a pain in your realm spirit when we’re apart. You will tell me if you were besieged with constant thoughts and even dreams of me while I was away. And you will tell me if before this…before my breaking of you, if you almost always felt happier when I was near.”
Her eyes widen. “Yes…that’s exactly how I feel…felt. How did you know?”
Despite her insistence on framing her feelings in the past tense, I answer, “Because those are my feelings for you, k’vani. I have never experienced emotions this deep, and before now, I had no explanation for them. But I understand now….”
I look up, my black gaze meeting her brown one. “I am in love with you, too.”
For many moments she says nothing. Only stares at me, her eyes nearly full circles, they are so wide.
But then she raises a hand to cover her mouth.
“Oh, D’Rek,” she says, her eyes once again expelling much water.
I do not understand her reaction, and irritation almost as strong as the rutting fever ripples my ridges as I say, “You will tell me why you are responding to my love of you in this manner.”
“Humans cry when we’re sad or angry…and sometimes when we are happy, too,” she answers.
Understanding begins to dawn, but I need confirmation of my conclusion. “You will tell me if these are happy tears.”
She nods, a wide smile lifting her lips. “Yes, they are happy tears, D’Rek. Really happy tears.”
Her answer fills me with joy, but when I attempt to smile it comes out a grimace. I can no longer ignore the burning hunger within my body. “K’vani, I need you or else I will be driven to madness. May I have your permission to fuck you?”
“No, you don’t,” she answers with a laughing shake of her head.
“You will tell me why not!” I say, gripping the covers tight to keep myself from mounting her without her consent.
I am a danger to her, yet she takes my face in her hands as if I’m the gentlest of pets. “Baby, I do not give you permission to fuck me because I want you to make love to me.”
“Make love…you will tell me what this confusing word pairing means.”
She crooks her head. “I can’t tell you. But I can show you.”
With that promise, she sits upon my lap and presses her breeding slit against my painfully erect diijo. I very nearly lose the battle with the rutting fever in that moment. To feel her wet heat, but not be able to thrust into it…it is the most excruciating torture.
Yet her voice sounds as calm as the palace garden pond as she explains, “Making love is like fucking but even better. It’s when two people feel deeply for one another. Not just a simple breeding act but a sharing of emotion.”
She laces her arms around my neck and falls back, drawing me even closer.
Letting out a hiss of relief, I grip her waist and prepare myself to enter her. But then comes another teasing laugh. “Easy, there is no hurry. Take it slow.”
I desperately want to please her, but… “I am not sure I am capable of this, k’vani. My need for you is too great.” I confess this while fighting the urge to slam her sweet hot down on to m diijo.
“Look into my eyes, my Kel.”
I still. For this is the first time she has used my title with the reverence that I am accustomed to.
And when I look into her eyes, the emotion I see there makes my hearts beats quicken. I am unsure of this sensation flowing through me, but it is not unpleasant.
“K’vani?” I wordlessly plea for permission to enter her.
“Make love to me, my Kel.”
“D’Rek.”
Now she stills beneath me. “Huh?”
“Say my name,” I command. “I miss the sound of it on your lips.”
And here it is again. The happy smile I dreamt of seeing so often while I was away. “Make love to me, D’Rek.”
It is all I need to finally enter her sweet hot. I drive so deep inside of her, I am not sure where she ends, and I begin.
Ki’Ra wraps her legs around my waist sucking me in even more than I thought possible. I can no longer hold still. I move slowly at first, finding my pace. As my movements become fluid, my k’vani makes the most appealing sounds in the back of her throat.
“Mmm, this feels so good. Kiss me,” she orders.
I lower my face and she cups the back of my head, meeting me halfway. As our lips merge. I begin to fully understand the concept of this love making. It is not just an act of lust now, something necessary to produce an heir.
My entire being is engaged, my body, my hearts, and my mind. And though I am in full rutting fever, it feels as if time has slowed down as I drag my diijo in and out of her sweet hot.
“I love you…I wish this could last forever,” Ki’Ra says, echoing my thoughts. “But I’m going to come. Please, please come with me.”
I raise my head to look at Ki’Ra’s beautiful face which now glistens with the dew of exertion from our love making. “Of course, k’vani,” I whisper. “Anything. Anything for you.”
Capturing her lips, I let go. Spill
ing my seed deep into her sweet hot. I show her I am still hers to command, even though I am no longer in cuffs.
Then I hold myself inside of her for as long as I can, before reluctantly pulling out and collapsing to my side of the mats.
Just as before I left, my little k’vani, rolls after me and molds her body to my side. I welcome her back, wrapping my arms tightly around her as she nestles against my chest.
This feels…incredible and right. Relief washes over me, my body fully relaxing for the first time in many days.
“Ki’Ra, I would like a new treaty,” I say as we cling to each other. “I wish for you to stay with me.”
She stills. “Until the baby is born?”
“No. For always. The very thought of you leaving me causes me great pain. I am a proud man and I will not always do the right thing, but I believe that you can teach me. So you will tell me now if you are willing to stay with your imperfect alien overlord.”
She lifts her head and searches my face. “Are you serious? I thought you were expected to marry a Xalthurian female shortly after the baby is born.”
I frown down at her. “So L’Than told you of this, too.”
A look I don’t understand or like crosses over her face. Then she says, “I’m just wondering what your people will say?”
“I am Kel. They will accept my every decision,” I answer, studying her closely, as I once again command, “You will tell me what else the hybrid told you.”
She sits all the way up, but then looks away from me as she says, “I…I love you, D’Rek. But…I don’t know how this can work when you still view my people the way you do. The way you talked about us when you were breaking me. I kind of get that you were angry, but even so, I don’t understand why you would believe us to be lazy and naturally duplicitous. You’ve barely dealt with us. Where would you get such an idea?”
I release a heavy sigh before telling her about the report N’Ure put together for me. “So, you see, how I came to this conclusion. The report was quite thorough.”
She shakes her head. “No, that report is wrong. Yes, from time to time there are some squabbles on New Terrhan, but we have worked very hard to make the best of the very little we are given. Did that report tell you that our provisions have not increased since the beginning of our agreement, despite our population growth? Or that some of the seeds you keep giving us are not viable options for the soil on New Terrhan? Did that report tell you how we’ve constructed a work system based from the best ideas from the old planet governing many systems? Or that we help each other whenever one of us is in need? Did it?” she demands.
I frown. I do not recall reading any of this and I have gone through the report more than once. “No, it does not.”
“Instead of relying on this so-called report, why don’t you visit New Terrhan and see for yourself?”
Her proposal has merit. It could also very well help me to decide what to do about the Kaidorian’s treaty offer. “Yes…I will go to your planet to make my own survey,” I say slowly. “We will go together.”
Her lips curve into a smile. “Thank you, D’Rek.” She presses her lips to mine.
“This pleases you?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“And what of us? Will you return to Xalthuria with me after my findings?”
Again she smiles. “Yes.”
I am still new to sharing my emotions with words, so I show her how that makes me feel, by pulling her even closer to me and holding her tight.
All is still not well, however. She still does not know about the treaty offer from Zalias. I would rather her hear it from me.
“Ki’Ra?” I begin, uncertain how she will receive this news. “There…there is something I must confess.”
20
Kira
There is something I must confess…
D’Rek turns over on his side to face me, his red eyes somber. My heart beats fast, wondering what he’s going to say.
But then instead of speaking, he makes a pained hissing sound, his back suddenly caving in.
“D’Rek! D’Rek! Are you okay? Should I use the toilet to call a doctor?”
He rejects my offer with a sharp shake of his head. “No, my love. It is the rutting fever. Back worse than before…do not call for a medic. The reasons for my current state would be very hard to explain to him.”
Oh…If his words weren’t enough to help me understand what he’s currently going through, the sight of his ridged penis, back at full erection and seeping blue pre-cum explain it loud and clear.
“Leave!” he hisses, rolling away from me, with his eyes squeezed shut. “I will soon lose all control. Run, before I become little more than a rutting beast. Here are the access codes.”
He hisses out a long number sequence, and I consider following his orders, but two things stop me.
One: I don’t really feel like having anymore Xalthurians see me in a state of undress. I’m kind of done with the Everybody Look at Kira Ass Naked Show. And, two: the sight of him like this gives me a new idea. A naughty, and very, very wicked new idea.
“Run!” he hisses at me again. “Run, before—”
He stops ordering me around when the first immobilization cuff closes around his wrists, then the second one right after that. By the time I’m done inputting the special code—which, by the way, is way easier to remember than that long access code he tried to give me—he’s full on staring at me, his red eyes almost round with panic.
“K’vani, the rutting fever is much worse this time. I fear I will go mad if I am not at least able to relieve myself in the way you taught me.”
“Shh! Relax,” I tell him, reaching down to straighten out his arms above his head. They’re crazy heavy, but a lot more fun to lift this time when I actually have a plan.
Of course, he doesn’t relax, though. I’m not even sure he’s capable of it. I can tell how much pain he’s in when I uncurl his large body and find his face a rigid blue mask.
I vaguely remember two out of the ten bars of green lighting up on my immobilization cuffs when he pulled out and released on my ass during my punishment. All ten slots on D’Rek’s immobilization cuffs are glowing green.
The green light must signify how much force the cuffs are exerting. He wants to fuck me. So bad it’s taking everything the immobilization cuffs have to hold him down.
I straddle his huge body, planting a knee on each side of his waist. Then I sit down on top of his rock-hard abs, just a few tantalizing inches in front of his upright cock. “Poor baby,” I croon, sticking both of my thumbs in my mouth. I suck on them and move them up and down in my mouth. Like they’re a big, tasty dick.
The green lights blink hard with the effort to keep D’Rek still, as he hisses, “You will come to regret this cruel teasing, k’vani.”
“I don’t think I will,” I answer, cupping my breasts and lazily circling my nipples with my now wet thumbs.
D’Rek’s eyes squeeze shut, like I’ve sliced him open, and soon after, hot semen splashes against my back. I look over my shoulder to find his dick geysering, throwing ropes of blue cum into the air.
“Oops,” I say, turning back to him with a faux apologetic look. “Apparently that was a little too much teasing.”
His ridges are flat against his forehead now. “I will make you pay for this. When these immobilization cuffs are off, I will—”
“You’re all dirty now,” I say, cutting him off. I raise up and reposition his body, so that I can kneel between his spread legs. “But since this is all my fault, I’ll clean you up.”
Needless to say, D’Rek becomes hard again in record time. Cleaning him up takes a good half hour, mainly because he keeps coming again and again, until I learn the hard way (ha) to close my mouth over the head of his cock as soon as its ridges start pulsating.
“You like this,” he says, when he’s finally clean and spent. “You like having me at your mercy.”
“Didn’t you like having me at yours?” I ask
.
To his credit, he doesn’t get huffy and deny it. “A small dark part of me enjoyed it, yes. I liked claiming you in front of someone who would think even for a second to take you from me. I liked your begging. But I did not enjoy denying you. Especially when you cried. In my head, I thought what I was doing was proper and right. But my hearts felt differently. It was odd to hold two such opposites sensations inside of me. Like warring within myself. I often have felt like that since meeting you.”
“Thank you for your honesty,” I say after considering his words. Then I notice out loud, “You’re hard again.”
“Yes, the cocktail is wearing off, but it is not yet all the way out of my system.”
“Then I think I’ll take your advice,” I say with another wicked smile. “Better make sure I don’t feel guilty tomorrow for denying you.”
Or me, I realize, when I rise up and straddle my now sopping wet pussy over his dick. Putting him inside of me, then sinking down…oh moons, it feels like coming home. “So good,” I breathe out as I place my hands on his large immobilized chest and start riding his dick.
“Ki’Ra…” he hisses, his monotone reading in my ears as both a warning and a threat.
He explodes inside of me shortly after that.
Often his coming is enough to take me over the edge, too. But without any clitoral stimulation, I find myself close but just a little too far away to tumble with him.
My hand drops to my clit, prepared to get me there. But it’s weirdly hard to roll my hips and work my hot button at the same time. Like a game of pat your head and rub your stomach.
A long, piercing beep interrupts my concentration game, and my mouth drops open when the cuffs suddenly loosen around D’Rek’s wrists, falling away with a wheeze of compressed air, like they’ve just plain given up.
Before I can even process what or how this happened, D’Rek is moving.
He lifts me all the way off his dick, throws me down on my stomach, then falls on top of me before I can even think to get to my knees.
He pulls my hips up, just enough to slam himself in, then lays down on top of me, his heavy body pinning me down as he pistons in and out. Like a demon…like an animal, with no care for my pride or his.
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