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  “Did you just heat up?”

  “Yes. Our bodies adapt, heating in the cold and cooling in the summer. I’ve noticed you do not do this. You shiver when you are cold.”

  In the dark, he cups my pussy. It’s a bold move. I whimper. It feels like a warmed glove placed right over my sex. I wriggle and moan.

  “Do you like this?”

  How could it not?

  “Feels good,” I gasp.

  His palm is hot and I wonder what his large fingers will feel like pushed up inside me. Suddenly, I can't get enough of him.

  And yet I can't touch him.

  “Drakar,” I moan. “Please.” I'm begging, but I'm not sure what it is I want.

  “I know,” he agrees and leans forward to suck my nipple. The heat of his mouth. It's incredible. Instant lust sweeps across my body. I jerk my hands against the bars, and they clank together noisily, but they don't release.

  “I want you,” he mutters against my breast.

  Drakar:

  Niki is a sensual, sexy creature.

  At first I thought the humans were funny looking, but I've come to appreciate their tiny frames and soft skin. Niki looked different when she first arrived, of course. She was more filled out, now she feels delicate with her ribs protruding and her skin pale. Her long hair is curly, and I noticed from the other three humans I've seen, they all have different hair on top of their heads. Not at all like Blaedonians, who wear long smooth hair as dark as the sky without lights. A color so dark it picks up the bluish tint of our skin.

  There are many differences between Niki and me. Right now, the differences are acceptable to her. She can't feel me, though I can feel her. She can’t see me, though I can see her. And even though we will mate this night, I wonder. Will she look at me tomorrow and scream? Will the shock be too much for her small human mind, like the first human who died upon wakening? She turned her head to me and screamed.

  The one time in my life my body chooses to mate, and it would be a human who may scream herself to death tomorrow. Somehow, I can’t bear that. Not with Niki.

  I suck on her delicate pink nipples and she moans, the blood-lust raging through her body—for me. I should have explained mating to her, but I wasn't aware if humans would feel the tie. It's obvious Niki does, though, and she feels it for me. I am honored to have her. She grunts in helpless frustration as she clanks her wrists against the metal shell they placed to hold her to the bars.

  “Shh,” I say. “Let me take care of you. Let me ready your body.” Because if we are mated, there will be many more couplings between us, and I wish to learn every inch of her. I slide down to her sex, and kiss the small area at the juncture of her legs. It is warm like a nest, and I sink my nose into the curls. I run my tongue through the slit of her body and she goes wild, bucking her hips. Her scent is intoxicating, musky and sweet. I separate the folds of flesh so that I may see inside her, and a small nugget of flesh peers back at me. It is delightful, and I know from cavorting with our own women that it is a pleasurable spot. I tongue it and her entire body seizes.

  I push at it and then suck it. She is juicy with her lust for me and I can’t wait to ride her.

  “Ohmigod, I'm coming,” she says. “I’m can’t hold back. I’ve never come this fast.”

  I push my finger into her sweet cunt and it grips my thick digit like it would a cock. I twist my finger in and out, mimicking what my cock will do to her later. I suck delicately on the flesh of meat, and she explodes, her thighs gripping my head to her body until I cannot breathe in anything but the deliciousness of her scent.

  Niki is vocal when she comes and I smile. My entire tribe will know every time we mate from here on. Because Niki is mine now.

  I nuzzle the inside of her pale thigh, and pull myself to my forearms so I may explore her nipples some more.

  “You are nice and wet now,” I say. “Ready to take my cock.”

  She’s panting.

  “I’m big,” I brag. “The largest in my tribe. When my rings swell—“

  “Your what?”

  “My cock rings.”

  “What's that? I don’t understand.”

  Do her human males not have rings of pleasure? “My cock has rings around it, every inch or so. When it grows erect, the rings engorge and increase the girth. They slide up and down inside a female.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “I am also able to control the temperature of my cock. Women enjoy that.”

  “Oh, baby, turn it to high.”

  My mate is turned on. I smell her need and my cock twitches, aching to be inside her warm wetness. “Niki,” I say. “Did you enjoy when I tasted you?”

  She shivers. “So very much.”

  “I will take you slowly. Ring by ring. It will give your cunt time to adjust to me.”

  She shivers. “That sounds so naughty.” Her musky aroma deepens.

  I rub the head of my cock through her slit and she goes wild, moaning. Her hard little nipples jut into the cool air, and it’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. A thousand thoughts cross my mind. Her body is small, will she be able to take the size of my cock? She was surprised at the thought of rings, do her males not have them? Why would they not? Would my rings be pleasurable for her? Would the small, hard plates feel good as they shift inside her cunt? It certainly feels good for me, to have them bump against each other as they lose themselves in her swollen sheath.

  I shudder at the thought, and decide I will be gentle. I will make her feel so good, she will crave only me from here on out. Never again will she think of a male within her own species. It does not matter that she still has not seen me, she will crave me.

  I place the tip of my cock into her opening and she gasps. I groan. There is so much liquid gathered in her, so much more than the women of our tribe. It feels incredible. I push slightly and the first ring enters her body and she squeals. It takes all my self control not to thrust into her when I realize her squeal is that of exquisite delight. Her tiny feet come across and grip my ass, as if she wants me to push more of myself into her. I give her another inch and her internal muscles grip me, shifting the hard rings on my cock. She moans, long and hard.

  “Ohmigawd, that’s incredible.”

  I feel pleased that I am pleasuring her this much.

  “Give me more, Drakar. Please,” she begs.

  “Patience,” I grit out. This female is going to kill me. “I want to go slow and make it good for you.”

  “It’s good, so good,” she agrees, and I want to beat on my chest with glee.

  Another inch and she sucks me in, stealing another ring in the process. Sweat is breaking out on my brow and I raise myself onto my hands, arching my back. It changes the position slightly and she raises her own hips. The greedy little minx nearly makes me lose my self-control. All I can think of is frantic thrusting into her warm, wet goodness. I give her another few inches because try as I might, I’m losing it.

  “Yes, oh, yes.” Her body is clasping me so tightly. My rings are jutting up against her walls so tight, and it feels better than anything I can imagine.

  My mate.

  “Drakar,” she murmurs.

  “Yes, sweet?”

  “Please slam all the way into me.”

  I groan and shove in. I could stay here forever, buried deep inside her welcoming cunt. She tightens around my cock and I realize she does so purposely. It strains my control.

  “Don’t do that,” I grit. “Not the first time. I want you too bad and I’ll explode too soon.”

  “But we’ll have all night to do it again and again. We have to live each day one at a time.”

  She’s right, and I begin to plunge in and out of her warmth, taking us both on a wild ride. My hips buck at a quick pace. She moans and raises her hips to meet me.

  “Gawd, I’m coming again,” she says, and I feel proud at the wonderment in her voice. I wish to make her forget all others. I want to be the only love in her life.

  Becaus
e mating has brought us together, and just like that, love fills my heart.

  I reach between us and press on the pleasure-nub at the top of her folds and she stiffens. She turns her head to bite my bicep, stifling her scream. I feel the ripple of her body, as the gift runs rampant through her, making her tighten and quiver around me. I struggle to keep my composure.

  “So good,” she pants. When I stroke in again, she arches. I thrust into her harder and her legs lock around my hips.

  Her walls clutch me so hard, it feels like a fist around my cock. I exhale and her name bursts from my mouth as I climax, my cum exploding from the tip of my cock. My rings reverberate deep inside her. Her cunt continues to massage me with her aftershocks so my orgasm lasts forever, my balls drawn up tight. A second orgasm follows the first, and I’m sure I’m about to die.

  I ride the waves and finally fall breathless onto my elbows over her. My head drops to her breasts, and I lick them wearily. Her legs loosen, but she still hugs me with them, since she cannot use her arms.

  Together, our breathing calms and I pull from her sweet body. She whimpers and I grin. The rings stay hard for a time, and I know she feels every rib as it leaves her swollen sheath.

  “Relax,” I tell her. “I want to scoot you to make you more comfortable.” Because it can’t be easy to have her arms extended above her head. I pick her up and move her further up the cage, turning her body on her side and moving her closer to the bars. Now, she can bend at the elbows and relax her arms.

  I run my hand along the side of her body, over the curve of her waist and the sharpness of her hip, before feeling the smooth skin of her round buttocks. I crawl between her and the cage and insert my head between her arms so she can hold me. I wrap my own arms around her.

  “This is where I most want to be,” she whispers, and her small mouth descends on mine. Her lips are soft and her tongue slips against mine.

  Her kisses are comforting at first, until the need picks up again. Then she’s breathing hard and turning me on with the sexy little duels of her tongue against mine. We kiss for long minutes and then she pulls away.

  “I’m turned on again,” she pants.

  “What would you like?” I ask. “My fingers deep in your cunt?” Because I’m not sure if she is sore from our frantic first coupling.

  She shudders. “Yes. Finger inside and mouth on my boobs.”

  I capture her soft nipple in my mouth. She squirms under me. I flick my tongue over the tip, and she cries out. She spreads her legs and I cup her sex. My hand slides into her cunt and toys with the soft wet folds there. She’s dripping wet from our mixed spend, and I smear it up and over her tiny button of flesh. I look down so I can watch my fingers pump in and out of her body. She makes the most tantalizing sounds of enjoyment.

  “I’m so turned on. Maybe because it’s blind sex. Maybe it’s because you’re so huge. But I want that magnificent dick back inside me at once.”

  I chuckle, because she is so demanding.

  I fit my cock at the seam of her cunt once more and it drags through her slickness.

  “Yes, oh, yes,” she moans. “All the way. Fill me up again.”

  I sink in and she shrieks with a lusty shout. There is nothing like being inside the warm grip of her, and she fits tight around my cock. I begin to hammer into her, and she takes me. Every inch of me. She feels so good, I want to die inside her. Every muscle in my body locks down and I growl her name as I come.

  “Niki!”

  My sweet mate.

  * * * * *

  Morning comes all too soon. It is still dark in our room, but years of rising at the sun’s first light are programmed inside me. My Niki is curled into a ball and I spoon her from behind. The outer door opens and in comes the alien guard. I hiss a warning at him, and it wakes Niki. The guard says something to me in his strange language, even though I know he knows mine. He takes the metal plate off Niki's wrists and she makes a small sound of pain in the process. Her tiny wrist bones are bruised.

  The guard pulls her from me, locking the gate behind her and straps her to the table. The outer door opens again and the chief of the aliens enters. He stands at the end of the table, where Niki's legs are spread apart. My small mate struggles against the ties and I growl menacingly. How dare they touch the queen of my species? The alien looks over at me and seems strangely satisfied. Then he takes a long white swab and Niki squirms as he inserts it into her body.

  It comes out blue with my seed. He chitters loudly in his strange language, and the second alien looks pleased also. Then the chief barks out instructions.

  The other alien comes from the main hull of the ship and looks at me warily. In his hands is a strange cord. He snakes it through the bars of the cage and it wraps around my ankle. It hisses, like a living object and I can feel the thing burrowing into my skin before it disappears. The tether, that is what their people call a slyski. Niki was right, they have the parasite from my planet and they use the painless end on me. Then, he takes the other end to the chief and they fasten it around Niki's bare ankle. She screams, my poor mate. That end is extremely painful for my little human female.

  The chief clasps his hands to his ears.

  The alien that eyed Niki's nakedness inches forward, glee on his face. I growl at him. I will rip this cage from the hinges and tear him apart, limb by limb. The chief babbles something to him, and he loses focus on Niki and approaches me warily.

  He opens my cage. I advance toward him, ready to slay all three of them. But one yank of the cord makes Niki scream again.

  Suddenly I understand what they want. Her end feels the pain, not mine. They know exactly what they are doing when they tether us this way. Her pain controls me. The alien who had brought her to the table unties her arms and legs, and forces her to sit. For the first time, my Niki turns and sees me.

  Her eyes widen and her small face whitens. I wonder if she is going to pass out from shock.

  Chapter Three

  Niki:

  I’m pushed off the table and my legs nearly collapse from being so weak. Drakar is there, as he always is. But this time is different. This time, I see what he looks like.

  He's a mountain of muscle. His shoulders are so broad and he's simply...huge. He stands seven feet tall and he completely dwarfs my five foot frame and the smaller size of the gray aliens. His hands are larger than they’re supposed to be, the fingers huge and thick. For a second I quiver.

  His fingers brought me unimaginable pleasure last night as he thrust them into my body. Today, though, it looks like they could snap my neck in half. Now I understand why they call him the barbarian.

  His hair is midnight black, so dark it nearly shines blue. Which oddly enough, matches his skin. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, after my alien abduction and all. But I've never seen blue skin. Come to think of it, I’d never seen gray skin either.

  The aliens don't care about my shock though. The chief bumps me and snarls, “Come, stupid ones.” He turns and walks toward the door and the other two flank behind us.

  Drakar, ever the gentlemen, wraps the long, painful cord between us round and round his arm, and then picks me up to carry me. I hold as still as possible, afraid of the smallest tug on the thing.

  Outside, his planet looks a lot like my own. Except, the aliens are correct in that it’s a primitive version. The sky should be blue, and instead it is a pinkish shade. The sun is bright red. There are no roads or cars, just trees and untamed, dry brush. The ground is dehydrated and cracked in some places as if it’s parched.

  Drakar grunts, setting me on my feet. He reaches up over my head and I realize he'd grabbed the medical gown off the floor inside the lab. It slides down my shoulders and drapes me, and he points at the warmth of the sun, and then to my pale skin.

  Sunburn. I got it.

  The aliens don't care.

  “Tie her to that tree,” the chief says to one of the flunkies. “See? I told you the mating would work. So predictable. Now the lovesick f
ool will do our bidding.”

  They attach a different tie to my neck and this one looks similar to the leash they attached me to the chair with in our holding room. One of the aliens walks around the tree with it, then comes back to me to fasten it with another strange metal contraption.

  Drakar's hand tightens in mine, holding me still. I wonder why, but of course I can't ask. He watches carefully and then the three aliens leave, going round the spacecraft to where the other three must still be tinkering.

  Drakar pulls me close. “Do not touch the tree,” he whispers into my ear. “The bark contains a poison. After I find something to hunt and when the alien comes to untie you, we will try to get him to touch it. One will go down this night.”

  “And perhaps the three outside will stay out after dark.”

  He nods and then brushes a large finger down my cheek. “I am sorry you had to see me this way. Be safe, Niki. I shall return. Stay in the shade, but away from the bark of the tree. The tether stretches to a the width of a strand of hair, but it holds strong.” Suddenly the shock of his looks no longer matters. He’s Drakar, my friend, and the lover who gave me unimaginable pleasure.

  It doesn't take the chief, the lech, and the flunkie long to return to the ship. They don't even pause to look at me before they enter. Apparently it’s too hot for them outside. I stay in the shade of the tree and study my surroundings.

  It really is hot.

  There are no bugs.

  Nothing flies around, nothing crawls on the cracked, dry land. It's barren. And yet there are hidden dangers, like the tree bark. I look behind me to study it. Nothing screams poison. But if there aren't even any insects, what is Drakar going to hunt? I feel a pull on my leg and realize he's gone as far as he's allowed. Hopefully he's found something within range. I can't imagine how he's going to hunt on this dried-up planet. But, he's at home here. Surely he knows where the livestock live. I sit and continue to think, trying to formulate as many plans as possible. If we can take out one alien later, and three during the dark, that leaves us with two left. Could we be lucky enough to have Lech be the one that touches the tree? That alone kills two birds with one stone. I won’t have to worry about him touching me.