Adamant Spirits, page 160
I release him to massage his crushed shoulder and follow the rest of the warriors, who are all heading in the same direction. With each stride, I push them out of my way, because with every step the scent that I can’t ignore gets stronger.
The scent of the perfect mate.
Angel
I fought at my new aliens every step of the way as they dragged me through the spaceship, out through a long silver tube that rattled and hissed alarmingly, and into a much darker environment, which had to be their ship. The walls and floor are still metal, but rather than being silver-colored, the walls are a rich, deep red, the floors a midnight blue. Subtle lighting illuminates the place. I feel cocooned.
I’m staring around so much, I’ve forgotten to fight my new captors. It’s only at this point, I find I’m surrounded. I stand in a small circle of light and spin on the spot. One by one the aliens start to remove their helmets and I hold my breath, only to release it in a whoosh as they reveal human-looking heads.
Male faces peer at me, good-looking male faces. I’m not entirely sure what I was expecting, but this was definitely not it. I wasn’t expecting almost human, and I wasn’t expecting all males. Dressed in black, form-fitting clothing, they stare at me, shifting from foot to foot until they all take a step forward, scenting the air. The last thing I want to do is faint, but the presence of all these aliens in a room that seems stifling and intense is cloying in my throat. Their ship is hot, I’m hot and I’m not in control of the situation, which scares me more than I’d normally admit. My vision dims as an ear-shattering roar splits the air. I stagger back, away from the feral creature that snarls like the biggest tiger I’ve ever heard.
In front of me, the rows of aliens part and the biggest, scariest man…alien…I’ve seen so far advances towards me. He holds an enormous sword that glows in a pale blue light that illuminates the swirling tattoos that cover his naked chest and arms. Initially, I think it’s the flickering light that makes it look like the markings are moving, until he strides ever closer and I can see that they shift over his skin, making and remaking patterns that are at once beautiful and terrible.
He’s much larger than the rest of the aliens that surround me. The closer he gets, the more I can see his heavily defined muscles and hear the low, dark growling sound he makes as he advances on me. I’ve nowhere to go, my back is up against the wall as his huge form looms, his sword crackling in the charged atmosphere.
“Mine.” The word is more of a snarl than an actual sound.
Close up, his tattoos morph over and over again in time to the thud-thud of my heart. He’s big, brutal and…he smells divine, all old leather and tobacco with a hint of sweetness. My core clenches. I can’t be feeling like this. He clearly wants to do me some harm, and I should be running, not admiring his physique. He leans closer.
“Mine,” he repeats. The feral resonance of the word rumbles through me.
His eyes bore into me and, in that one move, I can see how alien he is. The swirling of his markings is repeated in his stark blue irises, the interior squirming like tentacles, blues, greens and golds. His pupils dilated to pinpricks.
“No,” I hear myself reply.
He blinks.
The beautiful eyes are gone in a flicker and I already feel their loss. He stands back. For an instant, confusion flits across his handsome face.
“Yes,” he says, far more softly than before.
“If she doesn’t want you, Narl. I’ll take her,” a voice from the crowd of aliens calls out.
Narl turns with a roar so loud I cover my ears. His sword pulses with light as he advances on the other aliens. They retreat as one as he stalks them like a huge, muscular predator, his muscles bunching under his skin.
“Warrior!” Another alien steps out of the crowd of curious males. This one holds himself up, not afraid of Narl in the least. He wears long, midnight robes that flow like silk as he moves. Narl stares at him for a beat, then drops his sword point to the floor and kneels.
“My commander,” he says, his voice incredibly low after the roar of anger.
“What is this?” The alien is nowhere near as handsome as Narl, but his aquiline features are fine, as is the limited amount of skin he shows. His eyes are almost black. He waves a hand at me.
“My name is Angel,” I say. Narl might terrify me, but the more humanoid features of these aliens have given me a boldness I didn’t know I had. My job as a receptionist at a local gym, filled as it was with testosterone-fueled men, might have paved the way for this close encounter, but I could never get those muscle heads to do anything other than tease me and make nasty remarks about my less than gym-fit body.
“Female?” Narl’s commander looks me up and down.
His gaze is different to Narl’s; it’s more assessing, whereas his was more devouring. He looks over his shoulder at another of the crowd, who wears a long dark gold cape. The male steps forward and checks an egg-shaped object he holds in his hand and subjects me to further scrutiny. The entire room is silent, save for Narl’s ragged breathing. He’s still kneeling, but looks like he’s only just holding it together.
“Female. Not a species we’ve seen before.” The other male confirms.
“Disburse!” The Commander doesn’t raise his voice, he doesn’t need to. As one, the remainder of the aliens melt away and I’m left in the echoing space with Narl, the Commander and the gold cloaked alien.
“Where are you from, female? Why were you on the Katka ship?” he demands, his dark eyes narrowed.
“I’m from Earth. I’m a human.” That’s a sentence I never thought I’d have to say in my lifetime. “I don’t know what a Katka is, but those other aliens, they abducted me and were holding me against my will.”
“You were not found in any sort of confinement. How do we know you are not a spy?” the Commander fires at me.
My heart races. If I thought my explanation was simple, apparently it’s not. My previously thin nightwear feels hot.
“I-I’m not a spy. I was the prisoner of those horrible aliens.” I stutter out, knowing how pathetic I sound.
A low growling sound fills the echoing space. Narl still hasn’t moved, but he has lifted his head and he is staring straight at me.
“Narl,” the Commander snaps, “did you participate in the last breeding meet?”
“Narl did not, Commander.” The gold cloaked alien stares at his egg. “He has not entertained a female whilst in your service.”
The Commander looks between us both and taps his finger on his leg.
“Narl, you will guard this female until I decide what relationship she had with the Katka. We will assign you quarters in the breeding sector. She is yours to mate, but only if she consents to be yours.”
“What? No!” I cry out, edging away. I don’t want to be a prisoner again, and I certainly don’t want to be a “breeder” for this alien brute.
“That is my decision, hoo-mon female. If you wish to live, you will stay with Narl.” I can’t quite work out if the commander finds my situation amusing, or this is the way he always treats his prisoners, throwing them to creatures like Narl.
Before I can say anything, Narl shoots out a massive arm, which he wraps around my waist and hoists me over his shoulder. I beat on his broad, muscled back with my fists, but all that does is make him wrap his big, warm hand over my buttocks and give them a squeeze. Without a backward glance at the others, he carries me away into the depths of the ship.
Narl
My female squirms delightfully on my shoulder, but as I march towards the quiet breeding quarters, I question what I’ve done.
The response I had to her scent overrode all my caution, all my instincts, except one. To claim. I had to have her, to mate her and fill her with my seed. The red mist that descended when I saw her surrounded by other warriors overtook all of my senses. Her tiny body, so unlike the muscular forms of Saivv females, plump and soft. Large breasts evident through the thin, dirty clothing she wore and an ass I could get lost in…and wanted to. Her face was pale, delicate, and utterly beautiful. Long hair, the color of a bright star, hung down her back, and her eyes sparkled blue with perfect clarity. She is entirely beautiful and entirely mine.
She had no kin-tattoos that marked her out as being any tribe or to give away her feelings. I could only go on her scent, part fear, part arousal. It was all-consuming.
But now Commander Kilkij wants me to guard her because he thinks she’s a Katka spy, and my stomach squirms at what that means as reality takes hold. He expects me to tame her.
“Will. You. Put. Me. DOWN!” My female cries out, a kicking foot nearly reaching my nose, it brings me to my senses. What’s left of them after I’ve been breathing in her delicious scent.
I drop her to her feet, bare feet, no claws on her toes, or on her hands. She has little pink blunt nails that are simply adorable. The pink is matched on her pillowy lips and the pert little nipple that appeared briefly as her clothing rode up. I admit it. I purposely let her slide down my torso, just to cover myself in her sweet scent.
She stands in front of me, hands on hips, radiating anger and fear. I incline my head at her, wondering what she’s going to do.
“No breeding!” she grinds out, folding her arms. “No sex. None. I am not doing that with you.” She unfolds her arms and wags one of her little clawless fingers at me.
I take a step towards her. Despite what she says, I can smell her arousal. I let out a low rumbling growl of desire, to make sure she knows I intend to claim her, just as soon as she agrees.
And she will agree.
Angel takes a step back, but she’s already against a wall and has nowhere to go. I lean into her, drawing her particular smell into my nostrils. My head stopped aching for the first time in a very long time as soon as I saw her. The closer I am, the further away the pain seems to be. She shudders, her breath stuttering in her chest as I tower over her, asserting my dominance.
Her bright eyes stare up at me, defiant and angered. She is not afraid, and it blows over me like a refreshing breeze.
She is not afraid.
I reach out as she bristles on the spot, and I touch the wall above her head. The ship’s AI brings up a map that shows which quarters have been assigned to us. Angel twists around to see what I’m doing and gasps slightly when she sees the holographic map.
“Wow.” she exclaims. “That’s clever, what is it?”
“Map.” I grunt. “Come.”
I take hold of her tiny wrist, and she stands her ground for a few seconds, resisting just enough to make me growl, partly out of frustration because I want to get her alone and out of the sight of other prying males and partly because I want her closer to me. At the sound she surges forward, almost as if she’s trying to get past me, until she keeps pace with my long strides.
Our quarters are deep within the currently empty breeding quarters. I haven’t used them since I was returned to the Storm Star. Even before that, I wasn’t much interested in mating.
I am ready to mate now. The need to enjoy Angel’s body rips through me. I want her so badly my cock is already erect, throbbing against the rough fabric of my trousers. I’m sure I can convince her she is right for me once I have her safe and all to myself.
Angel
Narl’s grip isn’t tight. He holds my wrist as if it’s the most precious thing in the universe. The minute his fingers touched my flesh was like an electric shock. He might be the biggest brute of a male I’ve ever seen, but he’s also handsome when he’s not snarling or roaring. His tattoos have stopped their angry swirling and ripple over his muscled chest with a calming flow. Despite everything I want to reach out and touch them, to see if I can feel their movement.
At the moment I have little option but to follow him through the ship, which remains dimly lit as we wind our way through dark corridors until we reach a single door that is lit by yellow light around the frame.
Narl halts by the door and places his hand on the frame. With a swooshing sound, the door slides back and he ushers me in, a warm hand on the small of my back. I turn as I enter to see what he is doing and can see an unmistakable bulge in his trousers.
If I had any doubts at all about aliens not being compatible with humans, I know I’m wrong. From what he’s packing the only compatibility issues are going to be size. I swiftly face front and try to take in my surroundings, ignoring the niggling thoughts that attempt to intrude. Such as the ones where Narl is taking me hard and fast with his huge cock. I take in a shuddering breath and try to chase the inappropriate image from my mind as I feel my core clench.
Under any other circumstances, and if he wasn’t some mad alien brute, Narl would absolutely be my type. He has to be close-on seven-feet tall, maybe taller. Muscles on muscles that ripple over his body, especially his delicious six-pack. He has a handsome face, when it’s not twisted into a snarl, and brilliant eyes that I could lose myself in.
The room that Narl has led me to is sumptuous and at least twice the size of my tiny flat back on Earth. It’s lit by a few hidden wall lights and subtle lighting that runs around the room at just above the floor level. This includes the vast bed that dominates the room. I resist the urge to run and bounce on it like a kid. That is going to give the wrong impression to the enormous male alien that is hovering behind me in a way that can only be uncertainty.
But what really draws my attention is the huge window that looks out at the rapidly flashing stars. With a few swift steps, I’m across to it, my hands up against the glass or whatever is used by aliens. It’s completely incredible. I can even see the outside of the ship. It’s white and utilitarian, much like the International space station, only more streamlined.
“How fast are we going?” I ask as I feel Narl move up behind me.
“Around five million kehte,” he replies as he stands next to me. His tattoos have stopped their swirling, and he gazes out at the universe with me.
“I don’t know what a kehte is. Come to think of it, I don’t even know how I’m understanding you.”
“Sub-dermal translator,” he says, not even looking at me. “Under your skin.”
The thought of something invading my body without my permission makes me shudder. I don’t want to have anything to do with the massive alien, let alone what the Commander implied he could do with me. All I had was a visceral reaction to the sight of what he was packing, nothing more. Narl is huge and imposing as he stands, stock still next to me. He hasn’t even put down his enormous glowing sword, which has become much more than just a metaphor.
I’m pretty sure I’m not in any better situation than when I was in the cell on the other ship. Just because Narl hasn’t tried to hurt me, or rape me, doesn’t mean that’s not going to happen.
“I’m not having sex with you,” I say. It probably won’t make any difference, but I may as well make my feelings clear. I look sideways at Narl. He has turned his gorgeous eyes on me, and his brow is furrowed. “I’m not going to breed with you,” I clarify.
He looks out the window, and I see his hand tighten on the pommel of his sword. I don’t think he’s pleased, and I steel myself. They gave me to him, he wants me, and he doesn’t look the type to take ‘no’ for an answer. Without a glance, he stalks away from the window and I remain where I am.
My mind is a whirl of calculations. Maybe I can convince the Commander I’m not a spy or a threat and avoid being ravished by this alien he’s thrown me to. I want to prolong the inevitable. My body thrums with the fear coursing through me as I attempt to hang onto my sanity and hold it together.
I hear Narl doing something in the room. Eventually I break and tear eyes away from the spectacle, going on outside to find out what he’s doing. If nothing else, I’d like to prepare before I’m battered into submission.
On the large round table, Narl has set out dish after dish, platter after platter of food. As I watch, he reaches into a hole in a wall and brings out more food.
“What the-?” I exclaim.
His dark eyes meet mine, and he looks a little embarrassed, the tattoos on his chest swirling again. They are distracting, but not as distracting as his chiseled form. I can imagine running my hands over his skin, feeling the hardness of his muscles bunching and shifting. Narl closes his eyes and inhales before letting out a soft groan.
“For you, my female.” He places the last dish down in the only available space.
My stomach rumbles. All the other aliens gave me to eat were pellets that resembled rabbit food and tasted like cardboard. I don’t recognize anything on the table, but the smell is amazing. There has to be something I can eat. Narl sits on the only available chair and his gaze turns from uncertain to one of power. He gestures to his lap.
He wants me to sit on him whilst we eat.
And after that, I’m guessing he probably just wants to impale me on something else. I swallow hard. I’m hungry but I don’t know if I’m that hungry.
Except he could easily overpower me, make me do what he wants me to do, but he’s prepared a feast and is waiting patiently for me to join him. On his lap. Exactly where I saw the enormous bulge earlier, and he still hasn’t let go of his sword.
Narl
From what I remember about females, they love being fed. My female is far too skinny. Other than her curvaceous breasts and bottom, her legs and arms have no meat on them at all. She’s nothing like a Saivv female, all of whom are buxom and more than a match for a mating male. This female is so delicate, I’m not even sure if she’ll survive mating with me.
Which she has already said she doesn’t want to do and I’m certainly not going to force her. This is why I prepared the feast. It was almost on instinct. A well-fed female will be more receptive to a willing male, and my cock is most definitely willing, even if my head is a riot of emotions.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the array of food I have ordered for her, and initially my inner beast is pleased because she seems to be pleased. I sit in the traditional pose and indicate she is to join me.
