Taking Their Human: Monrok Warriors 1 Page 9

  He slides a thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.

  I don’t hesitate in sucking and laving the digit. I’ve never been much of a seductress, but I am one now. He groans low in his throat as I lightly scrape my teeth down the length and nip the tip.

  A man has never been more focused than Kein as he guides his cock to me, painting my lips with his seed. For a moment, I fear he’s going to brutally shove to the back of my throat, and I brace myself for it, but he waits, letting me give this to him.

  He watches intently as I lick around the head and slowly down the length, wetting him before I gently suck him. His sweet flavor bursts over my tongue, and I moan in pleasure.

  Hands bracketing my head, his transfixed gaze never leaves my mouth as he slides his length as far in as he can go.

  My lips spread wide, I still can only take half of him.

  He tests his limits, pushing his cock head to the back of my throat.

  I try to relax but still choke a little, pulling at my restraints. It reminds me I’m helpless to his will over me.

  He does this again and again until my eyes are streaming.

  My body is flushed, prickling with heat and longing, my breasts heavy and swollen. There is a puddle of my honey under me, trickling from my core.

  All for him.

  For knowing I’m giving him pleasure.

  With one hand on my head, his other wraps around his base. He holds me down over him, his fist bumping my lips as he pumps his cock.

  I suck greedily, feeling him thicken. I know he’s close.

  Hot seed hits my tongue. I swallow convulsively. His grip on me tightens, and he pushes his length to the back of my throat, emptying himself inside me.

  I struggle for air. White dots swim before my eyes before he pulls me off him. I gasp for breath. He gazes down at me with primitive satisfaction, his hand still in my hair.

  “You are perfect, my little zepka.” His words hold reverence. For me.

  The warm glow I derive from his praise has nothing to do with my aching nipples or throbbing clit. I nestle my cheek into his palm, wanting to purr even as I bite back a whimper for the state of my achingly empty core.

  I’m in so much trouble.

  The Zapex may no longer hold me captive, but I fear I am a slave nonetheless. I will never be able to deny Kein and Cal anything. Probably not even if I wanted to.

  And why I’m so gratified by that thought, I don’t know.

  Chapter Eight

  KEIN

  “I would keep you like this always,” I say gruffly. “Naked, bound, and kneeling at my feet.”

  I could do anything to her in this moment, and she would accept it. Embrace it. I can scent her willing submission.

  She gazes up me with so much adoration and naked need, I forget to breathe. Affection. I can scent her regard and try not to dwell on the fact Cal is not here to experience it for himself. It is like nothing I have ever felt before. I could become addicted to the sensation as surely as I have become addicted to her.

  Moonbeam hair lies in tangles around her shoulders. Her mesmeric body flushed. Her lush breasts thrust out at me.

  I cannot help but cup one in my hand. Pinching one dusky bud between my finger and thumb, I squeeze just until I sense her pain and new arousal.

  Her pleasure washes over me. Though I just spilled my essence, I am still pulsing with life.

  Mating her mouth with mine, I taste my essence there. Instantly, I want her covered in it.

  Tumbling her back, I push her knees wide.

  Her glistening pouty folds are blossomed open and ready for me. She holds herself still, hardly breathing, but trembles in anticipation.

  Perfection.

  I could live off the scent and taste of her alone.

  Her body bows as I lap up her nectar. Wet heat spills out over my tongue, like ambrosia. I suck her clit into my mouth until her round thighs squeeze tight around my head. I force her legs wide, holding her open.

  She writhes under me, making me want to rear up and pound my cock inside her until I have nothing left to give.

  Her breath comes in little gasps and mewls of sound as I use my teeth to lightly graze her nerve-laden clit, sucking her pussy lips.

  A sensor goes off, and I jerk to attention. We have entered Yhasphr’s stratosphere.

  Under me, Allyson rises up on her tippy toes, thrusting her pelvis at me. “Please, Kein. Don’t stop.”

  Her plea makes my cock throb.

  Begging.

  I must make her beg more.

  Her sex brushes my chin, and I give it a light kiss in apology before rising to my feet. Rather than be uncomfortable, I leave my pants open as I walk to the control panel.

  “No-no-no!” Allyson’s shocked shout follows me. “Where are you going? Why did you stop?” She pulls at her bonds, lightly trembling from unspent need.

  Taking pity on her, I stride over and pick her up with an arm around her waist, her wrists still bound to her ankles. “It is time for us to land.”

  “Kein,” she whines. “Release me.”

  I kiss her temple. “I will when I am ready.” And I am far from ready.

  She whimpers. Staving off her orgasm acts as a potent aphrodisiac for my little human. I can scent her discomfort as well as her bald need. It rolls off her, and I determine to torment her this way again in the future.

  Setting her on my lap, I drag her against me, her back is to my front. Her knees stretch wide over my thighs, straddling me. My cock nestles happily between the twin globes of her ass. Her heart races the closer we get to the planet’s atmosphere. I tighten an arm around her waist.

  Damp heat radiates from her core like a siren’s call. I reach my hand down her front, dipping my fingers into her warmth. The scent of her arousal and fear taunts me, as does the lush feel of her body.

  Releasing her wrists from her ankles, I bind them once again, but behind her back.

  “Kein, what are you doing?” Her worried tone makes me smile.

  Toying with her is an unexpected pleasure. In answer, I lift her enough so I can notch myself inside her. “I want your tight cunt wrapped around me.”

  She groans at my words. With just my tip inside, the wet heat of her pussy already covers me, dripping down my length. Thrusting up, I pull her down, demanding her tight flesh yield to me.

  All the air whooshes from her on a choked cry. Her head falls back on my shoulder, putting her breasts on display.

  I pinch her nipples, and she rocks on my lap with a groan.

  “I have decided we will land like this. With your essence dripping on my thighs. Your body screaming with pleasure.”

  Holding her down on my cock, I taste and nip her the fleshy part of her neck and shoulder. Her snug channel pulls tight at my action, making me groan and do it again.

  “Do you know how wondrous your cunt feels around me?”

  A little hum in the back of her throat is all the reply I receive.

  Stroking her slick folds, I find her clit, circling it. She bucks against me, and I hold her in place with an arm at her waist as I press harder, tighter circles, intentionally staying shy of her orgasm.

  “Kein,” she whimpers, in protest or pleasure, I am not sure. We both groan as her hot moisture gushes over me.

  “Look,” I say pulling her head back. Yasphr’s landscape comes into view, a kaleidoscope of color, rare to any planet save this one.

  “What do you see?” I ask, my voice rough. Hands at her hips, I ease her up and slide her back down. The only scenery I need is my glistening cock disappearing back into her heat.

  Lifting and falling, she only pants on little mewls of sound, her hands fisting in her bindings.

  “What do you see?” I ask again.

  “Color. Every color of the rainbow.”

  I pinch down hard on her nipples and bite her neck.

  Her breath catches as her channel ripples over my cock, her head falling back against my shoulder. “Oh god that�
��s good.”

  “You are not paying attention,”

  A whimper pulls from her throat as she lifts her head. I trail my fingers over her clit. “It-it’s not—it’s nothing-nothing like Earth.” Not a complaint, just an observation. Her body is primed. She is close to her completion.

  “Do you see that outcropping?” I point to an orange rock formation in a corpse of purple trees at the base of the mountain. With a hand at her throat I tilt her face up to me. “You may not know your pleasure until we reach there.”

  I fuck hard into her body, the ferocity making her flesh quiver. Twining a fist in her hair, I crane her neck back to cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her cries. Her body is tensed. Fighting off the rapture.

  Pleasure.

  Pain.

  It pulses from her in waves.

  One hand at her throat, holding her back against me, I work her clit between two knuckles, my knot growing rigid.

  “Not yet,” I growl at her ear, reminding her and myself.

  “Please-p-please now,” she begs.

  Her body shaking, a silent tears leak from her eyes as the shuttle slows, breaking through the treetops.

  “Now.” I breathe the word and she ruptures, her body bowed, her screams strangled sounds.

  My cock is gripped in ripples and quakes as she jerks over me. I growl at her back as my balls pull painfully tight, essence streaming in torrents, overflowing despite my knot keeping it inside her.

  My internal cybernetics work to regulate my heart rate and breath. She still struggles for air; her heartbeat rampant. I breathe in the musky scent of her perspiration, part nhu oil from the bak, part her own natural odor, and stroke loose strands of hair from her face and nuzzle her cheek.

  Monrok are not capable of inebriation, but I believe I have become intoxicated by her scent alone.

  “Welcome to Yhasphr, my little zepka.”

  ALLYSON

  Kein’s face clouds over as he gives me my nutrient shot. I sit naked on a hover seat, raised to the point my feet dangle. I’m starting to get used to my constant state of nudity.

  I poke his arm to get his attention. “What’s wrong?”

  “That was the last of the nutrient shots. I must leave the vessel and find another food and water source for your survival.” He strokes my cheek tenderly but he still seems preoccupied, and I know his mind is already on the task ahead.

  He says nothing of his survival, but he is Monrok. He can probably survive a lot longer than me without basic necessities. I gaze out the window at the bright orange stone wall and bushes of every color. The place is like something Willy Wonka’s Oompa Loompas threw up, but I kind of want to check it out. Plus, I do not in any way want to be left behind. “Why don’t you take me with you?”

  “It is safer for you here.” He’s shrugging on a pocketed vest of some kind. Opening a wall panel, he starts loading himself down with supplies. Fully focused, his face is pulled into steely hard lines. In the light streaming in the front window of the shuttle, his thick muscles flex with effortless power and grace with each of his movements. Getting gearing up as if for battle, he looks every inch the Elite Guard he was created to be.

  “There is no safer place for me than with you.” My voice rings with depth of meaning. I probably sound like a lovesick ninny. But I can’t imagine ever being safer than when I’m with him and Cal. Plus, I want to feel warm sunlight on my face.

  With a contemplative frown, he drops a shirt over my head exactly like the one he tore off me, and I flush in remembrance, biting my lip. I wouldn’t mind a replay of that event.

  Kein growls low in his throat before turning away. “I will go out first. If it is safe, you may come with.”

  I do a lousy job of hiding my triumphant smile, and he gives me a look of censure. “There is a shift, maybe a shift and a half of sunlight left. You cannot be outdoors and exposed to the lingering radiation for any longer than that. My sensors inform me the air is clean and there is a fresh water supply a little over a kilometer from here.”

  “Your sensors?”

  Not answering me, he glances down at my bare toes and curses. I don’t understand what he says, but I get the gist. He forgot I don’t have shoes. I forgot, too. No need for shoes in space. Going back to the panel, he pulls out some kind of white plastic-like medical tape, a determined expression on his face.

  A hover seat is swung around. He sets me on it, taking my feet and loosely binding them. Finished, he stands me up, and I walk around the small space, testing out my impromptu shoes. They feel weird and slick on the bottom, but they’re much better than nothing.

  Satisfied, he takes my hand. The shuttle door opens as we walk to it, the ramp lowering to the ground. The air is thick and balmy and smells intensely floral, like we just walked into a botanical garden times ten. Sweat immediately beads on my skin from the humidity. The ground is red and spongy, like moss on top of an inflatable jump house floor.

  I bounce in place, and Kein shakes his head, giving me a censorious frown.

  “We must be cautious and observant.” His tone is stern as he pulls me behind him back to the ramp. “This planet has not been visited in over three hundred years. There are many unknowns.”

  He gives me a disgruntled frown; obviously unhappy I want to come with him. “I will do a sweep of the area. Do not move from the shuttle. If you hear or see anything, close the hatch.” He points to a panel just inside the door. I have no idea how to work the panel, but I nod like I do. He pins me with a look. “If you move from here, you will get the kind of punishment you will not enjoy.”

  I fight shrinking back under his threat, my feet locked in place.

  Kein disappears from sight, his footsteps stealthy, as silent as they were on the ship.

  I marvel, gawking at this strange place. There is no doubt I’m on another planet, in a different galaxy. The trees rise so high, I have to crane my neck all the way back to see where they end, topped with wide purple leaves. They consist of dark-plum-colored bamboo-like trunks. All the shoots form together as one huge trunk, spanning about ten feet wide at the base.

  The foliage of fern-like plants range in colors dizzying in multitude.

  There is a movement high up in the trees, and I squint, trying to see what it is just as Kein jogs back into view.

  “Come. Let us be quick. I do not like having you out in the open.”

  He’s totally in Rambo mode now. I trail close behind him, but I’m so absorbed in our surroundings, I keep stumbling over uneven ground and my own two feet. Every once in a while, I catch him shooting me a dark glance that says he’s not confident about his decision to bring me with him.

  Some kind of featherless bird flies towards us. I duck behind Kein, grabbing onto his vest. The creepy as hell bird is the size of eagle, and one eye looks like it’s sliding off.

  Kein shakes his head. “The radiation has affected the wildlife.”

  No shit. I glance around much more cautiously than before, turning at every sound. The longer we’re off the shuttle, the more I want to go back to it. Kein has set a fast pace, and I have to jog a few times to keep up. It’s like running on damp sponges.

  I’m starting to get a stitch in my side and my shirt clings to my sweaty skin, but I don’t protest his pace. The quicker we get water, the faster we can go back.

  We walk in silence for a bit, and I realize we haven’t seen or heard any bugs. On Earth, in this kind of climate, if we weren’t getting mosquitoes, we’d at least hear bugs everywhere. “Not to complain, but are there any insects here?”

  “There should be.” He glances around, unconcerned, easing me. If he’s not worried, I shouldn’t be. “Most of them live in the ground or up in the trees.”

  We keep walking, and I can’t shake the feeling we’re being watched. I’m probably paranoid because everything here seems off. This entire LSD trip of a planet has me on edge, and the smell is giving me a headache.

  I hear the water before I see it. It sounds
like any babbling brook, the only familiar sound in this creepy funhouse forest. The rock bed of the river is shades of red and orange, but the water flowing down it is blessedly clear.

  Kein crouches down and pulls out three pouches, which quickly unfurl as they fill with water.

  My mouth dry and my head aching, I reach for one of the pouches only to have my hand slapped away.

  “The water is not safe to drink straight from the river. I must find a reverse osmosis filter in the supplies on the ship or make one to clean the water of radiation and other contaminants.”

  Pushing the sweaty hair off my forehead, I want to cry at his words. The nutrient shots have been staving off hunger and thirst, but Kein has only been giving them to me every other day to wean me off them. He himself, hasn’t had one in at least two days, but apparently Monrok can survive much longer without things like food and water. After hiking in the heat, I need something to drink.

  He’s sealing the last bag when his head comes up on alert. That’s all it takes, and I’m instantly on guard, my eyes searching our surroundings.

  He slings the water onto his back and grabs my hand. “We are not alone,” is all he says before we’re tearing through the forest, back to the shuttle.

  Kein yanks me along. My legs pump furiously to keep up with him. The underbrush whips and cuts at my skin. My burning muscles beg to give in, but I just push myself faster, clinging to his hand.

  He curses and whips me up and over his shoulder. The ground is a blur. I close my eyes and hang on.

  A cacophony of grunting chortles starts up, getting louder and louder. I look up and see them. Gremlin-like feral multi-colored creatures are coming at us from every direction. They have mean black eyes and razor-sharp teeth.

  One drops on my back, claws digging in. Blinding pain flashes up my leg as another sinks its teeth in. I scream in terror. Kein knocks them off, not breaking stride.

  Blasts rend the air, but I can’t see where they’re coming from. The creatures shriek, a shrill, earsplitting sound. Some fall back. Some still come at us, chortling.