Captured by her Alien Guard (3 page)

Then he rolled to the side and I was so into what he did to
my pussy, I couldn’t protest the loss of him on my tongue. I closed my eyes and
let myself go. His heat disappearing, his body no longer over me, he continued
to work his hand into me until he stopped. There’s no way to describe the
fullness, the deliciousness of the sting of my flesh stretching, and the
intense pleasure of having him devote himself to my pleasure. But I needed
more. No matter how much I thrashed and wiggled, he didn’t move.

His voice was choked with lust. “Look at me.”

It was amazingly difficult to open my eyes with my body
humming with need. Finally I glanced down to see where he crouched between my
legs. My kidnapper, my guard, my lover watched intently as he purposefully and
slowly slid his arm into my cunt. I gasped.

The intensity of before was nothing compared to the fullness
of having his fist in my channel.

He moved. His entire arm pushed back and forth. Inside me,
in my hot and aching flesh, he moved his fingers, stretching and fisting in
rhythm.

Words dribbled from my mouth. I think I said, “Oh, that is
amazing.”

Chuckling, he held me by the hip to keep me still as I tried
to thrust up into him. He kept that slow pace for a few moments then just as
slowly withdrew completely. I gasped, “No.”

Empty. My center was hollow and aching. I had no idea how
empty could feel until now.

“Shh,” he whispered and knelt between my legs. “I have what
you need.”

Everything went clear. Aching and desperately clear. A large
cock poised at my pussy. The man who was ready to claim me, and I had no
delusions, this was for the rest of my life, was tall, huge, enormous. And an
Alien. His cheeks had blushed a dark purple, nearly black. His eyes were
bright, dark, intense. His features were like a human. Sharp and attractive.
His skin was that creamy purple all over. His nails, short and black, dug into
my thighs.

He thrust. That amazing pole slid into me in a long, slow
but persistent push. My swollen skin clung to him. There is no way to describe
the feeling of something that massive splitting you open. It’s like my entire
living, breathing, existence was about that large, massive shaft between my
legs. It was foreign and a part of me at the same time. When he got all of it
in there, it wasn’t pleasure, really. It was more like I needed it to feel
whole.

He didn’t move except for his harsh breathing and the
expanding and contracting of his broad chest as he remained buried in me.

“Open your mouth,” he grumbled. The words vibrated through
his body and broadcast into me from the tight fit of his cock in my channel.

My lips parted and he gently pressed two fingers into my
mouth. The taste brought a moan to me and I tried to arch, to get him to move,
but he didn’t. He just leaned farther over and used his weight to pin me.

I licked the taste from his fingers. It was me. My juices. A
clear, spicy flavor similar to his. I knew they’d done something to me, but
that proof that I’d been changed to be able to do this, to fuck my guard, made
my cream flow. It made me crave more. I suckled his fingers and ran my tongue
over them. My mouth filled in an instinctive response like when I wet his dick.
I needed to coat him. The taste of sex released something from me. I could
sense the response.

His soaked fingers pulled from my mouth and he quickly moved
his hand between my legs. I widened my thighs and held my breath.

With a light touch, he flicked over my clit and rubbed the
stretched flesh of my entrance. My saliva dripped from his fingers and slicked
my own folds. He grunted and his cock slid out a little as his fingers
transferred my saliva to his cock. Then he did it again, while making short
trusts. His fingers went from my mouth to run along the top of his cock and my
clit.

“You carry the enzymes for breeding. Unlike our own females.
Neliousian females only produce the enzymes we need for breeding in their
mouths, like you do now. Unlike them, you have the other in your uterus.
Usually, this is why we need human concubines to breed.” His body shuddered and
his eyes shuttered. He licked his lips. “We will fuck like this until you
become impregnated.”

“Oh, yes!” I yelled. I couldn’t have imagined that being a
sexually charged statement just two days ago. But now, it made my breasts
tingle, aching for a babe. It made my core go hot and swollen, hungry.

My eagerness set him off. He grunted and shoved forward in
an aggressive thrust. He banged into me, shoving that big alien dick into me
over and over. Every slide, every withdrawal dragged across my sensitive
channel, it jostled my body and sent my breasts jiggling. I held onto the bed
and braced for impact. Every slam of his groin against mine sent a thrill
directly to my clit. It shoved me up high and fast like I fell from the sky in
a sudden lurch. An orgasm exploded inside me. It was urgent, strong, violent.
The waves sent my body spasming and jerking. He held me down and his pace
quickened to a burning pace.

He roared. His body went completely rigid. Muscles stood
out, his cock jerked, his arms flexed.

The hard pole vibrating in my pussy sent me over again and
my vision blurred. I cried out something unintelligible and my thighs shook
uncontrollably.

Setterus moaned and rolled me to the side as he collapsed.

His cock remained inside me, still shuddering, as he pulled
me into his chest while he faced me on his side. My face crushed into his chest.
My breathing slowly came back to normal. A delicious soreness started in my
pussy and warm lethargy swamped me.

He slipped from my body and I snuggled closer, trying to
replace the aching emptiness with the warmth of his flesh. With everything that
had happened, with the vigorous fucking I’d just had, with several intense
orgasms, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

For the first time in my life, I relaxed against the body of
someone who wanted me and wanted to keep me whole and happy.

I slept. I knew I did. But noises intruded. Grunts. Moans. I
drifted as my body warmed. My pussy throbbed. My nipples ached and rubbed
against the sheets. A thought nagged at me, just out of reach as I struggled to
open my eyes, but I felt safe and cared for. Such a new feeling. Setterus had
done this to me. He’d taken me against my will, forced me to face the
attraction I’d had all along, but he’d done it to have me. I still didn’t
understand, but I wanted him.

I smiled in my sleep.

A  nagging thought finally broke through my increasingly
unsettled slumber. Those moans were familiar. Setterus was having sex.
Without
me.
My eyelids finally lifted and I stared at the ceiling. The bedroom was
dark. This place was so much larger than anywhere I’d ever dreamed to live. It
had a separate room not for sleeping. And an eating place. The noises came from
the other room. Struggling against the covers, I tried to get up. Finally, I
managed it, and not stopping to cover myself, urgency prodding me, I stumbled
through the door.

I stopped cold. Or, not really so cold. My simmer of lust
skyrocketed into a full blown heat.

His large cock jutting forward, Setterus knelt on the floor
and a man, plastered to his back, fucked him. I could see the large purple cock
going in and out of Setterus’s ass. I drew in a breath. The scent and taste of
raw sex titillated and rolled over my tongue. I felt the tissues swelling and
my mouth filled with fluid I knew contained a mating enzyme. But my mind
couldn’t process the conflicting emotions slamming through me. I nearly went to
my knees.

Setterus was mine. He’d captured me to be his mate. Why did
he appear so completely blissed out while someone else fucked him? His groan
engrossed me. His eyes were closed and his face was lax. The pleasure had taken
over him. The position they were in fascinated me. I was as caught in my desire
to watch their beauty as I was to grab the nearest object and fling it at the
other man’s head.

After a coarse grunt and a rough shove, the man in back
shifted them. A flash of pierced nipple on his chest brought another pang of
anger. Vorreka. He’d warned he’d be back for payment. Setterus did this in
payment for me. Or did he? I looked closer even as my pussy throbbed in time to
his groans.

Setterus was on one knee. The other leg was bent and his
foot—he even had sexy feet—stayed on the floor. From that angle, I could see
Vorreka’s cock sliding in and out of Setterus in long, fast strokes. Vorreka’s
balls slapped forward with each thrust. His arms came around Setterus and held
him tightly against him. Setterus had his hands back around his head, holding
onto Vorreka and craning around to take thrusts of the other man’s tongue in
his mouth.

They kissed. Not just a payment fuck, then.

Finally the anger won, as Setterus’s cock twitched against
his belly and the head of his cock blackened.

“Having fun without me?” My question was scathing. Hurt. I
wanted it back but that was impossible.

Setterus’s eyes popped open and he leaned forward. Vorreka
growled and his arms tightened, keeping Setterus seated on his cock. The voice
garbled and harsh, I still understood the command, “Join us.”

“No.” The hurt in that one word nearly embarrassed me. I
never let anything get to me. What did this matter?

“It is our way,” Vorreka replied gently.

Setterus had turned nearly black. His entire body blushed
and his cock lost most of its rigidity. That was a bit of a shame, really. He’d
enjoyed this and I didn’t really have a claim or understand. Still, he hadn’t
moved even if he had tensed all over. Then he cleared his throat and he stared
somewhere above my head. His murmur was nothing like his usual grumbling voice.
“Please join us.”

I couldn’t help but respond to what I saw as a genuine need
for me to accept him.

“I will join you, Setterus.” I strode forward with more
confidence than I felt. My tits bounced and gave a slight twinge. On instinct,
I reached up to cup myself. The interest on Setterus’s face buried his startled
shame and embarrassment at my jealousy. To see if I could put the passionate
blush back on his cheeks, I pinched my nipples.

He groaned and his cock filled. Vorreka leaned over
Setterus’s shoulder and bit him lightly as he slowly thrust inside Setterus
again. I drew close. My tits were mouth level to Setterus even though he was on
his knees. His lips parted and his tongue licked out. I leaned into him and
allowed him to take my nipple into his mouth.

Electricity shot from my breasts to my swollen pussy.
Setterus reached between my legs and stroked over my slit. The scents of all
three of us filled me, making my mouth sensitive. Then, with a hoarse grunt, he
pleaded. “I need you, Veronica.”

He didn’t wait for a reply. His large, strong hands grabbed
me, turned me in a whirl, and bent me until I was on my hands and knees in front
of him. With a yank, he pulled me onto his cock. So wet and eager, my slick
pussy took his head without further preparation. But he stuck there.

He whimpered. So unlike the take charge male who’d fucked me
earlier, I sensed he was about to lose it.

“Shh.” Vorreka soothed. “Let me help you.”

I glanced down between my legs to see what the movement
behind me was. Vorreka grabbed Setterus at the root of his cock. Setterus
panted and made strangled noises as I pushed back, trying to take him in. I
stretched. The heated pull was as much pleasure as pain. That cock was still a
huge battering ram and not only did he try to work it into me, but he had one
that big buried in his ass.

The thought sent cream flooding through me. I couldn’t
resist. I was so turned on and I couldn’t quite work myself onto that dick, but
I needed relief. I let my head fall forward to the floor, my ass in the air, so
I could touch myself. With one, I rubbed my clit, giving myself a little
relief. The other, I pinched and pulled an aching nipple.

Setterus made small thrusts. Each time, he went a little
further in. His hands were on my hips, gripping me tightly as if he thought I’d
get away. Finally, I felt his groin tight against my ass as he held there,
fully inside me. I was consumed. Completely filled. He was a part of me. And I
needed him to move.

“Fuck me,” I commanded.

His hips bucked.

Vorreka grunted and hissed, “Yes.”

Setterus found a rhythm and I closed my eyes to enjoy every
sensation. Every time he punched into my pussy, he’d be drawing his ass off of
Vorreka’s cock. Each time he withdrew, he’d be fucking himself on Vorreka.
Setterus moaned and made noises in his chest. He was coming undone. His newfound
rhythm went erratic.

“I’m going to come in you,” Vorreka growled. “Fill your ass
with my come. I’ve dreamed of this. Your virgin ass taking me. I did that. I
made you hard. I made you beg for it.”

I shut it out. It turned me on but made me bare my teeth
against the rug beneath my face. With a harsh pace, I worked my clit, needing
to get off and get out of here to understand why tears leaked from my eyes as
my pussy wept with cream for more, more, more.

Setterus slammed into me so hard my face slid along the rug.
With a yell he came inside me. His cock jerked and vibrated. Warmth coated me.
Vorreka grunted in a way I recognized. That slippery and hot come inside me
made me even hotter, imagining how it might feel jetting inside Setterus’s ass.
That thought sent me over. I came so hard I saw stars.

I slid forward and Setterus popped out of my cunt. He
groaned and fell next to me. Vorreka made a sound in his chest and knelt next
to us. His chest heaved and his skin glistened with sweat. His cock was shiny
with lube and still semi-erect. Delicious, really. The alien was a perfect
specimen. His nipples were still pebbled and his piercing shone in the light.
His expression was still rigid, not quite as spent or pleased as I’d have
expected after a hot fucking like that. He frowned at me.