Page 45 of Kidnapped By the Alien Chieftain

It’s not long before Znat and Gums join in. Gums leaps onto Tensin from the back and sinks her remaining teeth into his swollen neck. Znat laughs manically like she’s escaped from a prison for the criminally insane as she climbs atop the throne, trying to stump all her tiny weight down onto the beast. He screams in pain, his gurgled pleas for mercy becoming weaker and weaker. I turn my eyes from the gruesome scene but do not begrudge the pretties their righteous anger. Amongst some of the spectators, other alien concubines, inspired by the assault on Tensin, begin attacking their owners too. It’s a scene of totalmadness the likes of which can only come about from the most repressed hatred boiling to the surface.

The sounds of the dying and the smell of blood leaves me feeling nauseous. I just want to find Krogoth so we can leave this place behind forever. I hope none of the guards get to him.Better for them if they don’t, on second thought.I hurry down the stone steps. My breathing is haggard as I anxiously pass through the dark tunnel that leads to the arena entrance. It’s not long before I can see the silhouette of a huge hulking form ripping a metal gate off its hinges.

Approaching the massive figure before me, my heart swells with anticipation. As I draw closer, I realize that the hulking brute is indeed Krogoth. He catches sight of me as well and removes his war mask, sprinting towards me at a blinding pace. In no time at all, he scoops me up in his immense arms and spins me around, leaving me dizzy. Tears well up in my eyes as I speak, my voice quivering. “I didn’t think you’d come for me.”

Krogoth sets me down and tenderly strokes my hair, his broad smile beaming. I’m so overwhelmed with relief, I collapse into his arms, finally free from the torturous life that awaited me. He embraces me gently, his arms now tender where they were once lethal weapons that crushed the life of the Golden Warrior. “I will always come for you. You’re safe now, tiny Pebbles,” he assures me as he continues to stroke my hair.

“I… thought for a moment during the fight that you were going to lose,” I confess, wiping away tears. “And he was about to kill you. I couldn’t bear it, Krogoth.” The memory brings on fresh sobs.

“Don’t cry, my beautiful Pebbles. There was never any doubt,” he says with such conviction, I almost believe him.

I cling to him like a life raft in a stormy ocean, and he sweeps me off my feet, carrying me effortlessly as he leads us back down the arena tunnel. “Let’s get off this accursed ship,” he declares,his words carrying the weight of determination. The sound of his footsteps, the touch of his brawny arms, the sight of his smiling face, the taste of salt from my tears, and the feeling of relief flood my senses all at once.Finally, I feel like I’m going home.

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Back on Krogoth’s ship, he and I are in the decontamination chamber where all this madness first began. It seems so long ago now that I was trying to sneak past the hulking form of Krogoth, unsure who or what he even was, but now I stand behind him as the warm waters bathe us both together as we stand completely naked in the misty room. I stroke his back, taking care not to touch the large fresh wound. “That looks bad, Krogoth. We should get you to a healing pod as soon as possible. I’m sure Astraxius could fix you up?” I say with concern in my voice.

“Astraxius is with the ancestors now, Pebbles… I was too late to save him,” Krogoth explains, tilting his head downwards, his voice softer.

My heart sinks at the loss of the kindly old Klendathian, and also for the loss of a dear friend to Krogoth. “Ah, Krogoth, I’m so sorry. I had hoped maybe with the healing pods he would survive…” I say, hoping my words bring him some comfort.

“Thank you. Xandor and I have already spoken the words of passing, and we will honor him and the others when we return to Klendathor.” He regains his composure again before saying, “Astraxius watches over us now and would rejoice to see us happy and together.”

He turns around, his muscular body towering over me, his large hardening cock almost rubbing against my boobs.Oh, my!“The back wound isn’t the worst wound I’ve received.” He takes my hand and places it on his chest. I can feel his hard muscle ripple beneath my touch as he moves our hands down his body, tracing the deep claw marks on his skin.

The scars are truly shocking. “What could have done this to you, some kind of monster?” I ask, my breath quickening.

“You could say that.” He chuckles. “It was War Chieftain Gorexius.” His intense purple eyes fix on me with hunger. The water from the showers flattens his glossy black hair against his head and neck.

“Who’s -” As I open my mouth to speak, Krogoth leans in and rubs his flat nose against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Before I know it, his lips are on mine, and I’m unable to resist. At first, I’m taken aback by the suddenness of the kiss, but soon I surrender, allowing him full access to my mouth.

As our tongues tangle, I feel the texture of his lips against mine, soft and full. The taste of him, a combination of the water and the metallic tang of his skin, fills my senses, leaving me wanting more. I can feel the warmth of his large hand cupping the side of my face, and the roughness of his thumb as he gently caresses my cheek.

The sound of our kissing fills the air, a soft symphony of wet, smooching noises. And as I breathe in his scent, a mix of musk and salt, I feel his body heat radiating against me, making me aware of every inch of our physical connection.

For a moment, it’s just the two of us in this decontamination chamber, lost in our own world of sensation and pleasure. And as we finally pull away, I’m left breathless and wanting more, but we have to talk.

Before he can make any more advances, I push against his body with my arms and interject, “You could have taken me with you…to Terminus Exile Station, I mean.”

He raises an eyebrow in amusement, his two front fangs showing as he mocks me. “No, it was far too dangerous. Besides, knowing you, you would have stolen the nearest ship and gone on a joyride back to Earth.”

I snigger mockingly. “Better to leave me on a ship attacked by a horde of murderous insectoid aliens?” I feign upset from my face and voice. Now I’m safe in Krogoth’s arms. “I was taken prisoner… again!”

A smile spreads across Krogoth’s face. “You might feel differently if you had come.” He counts with the fingers on his hand. “First there was the Orison Gang, led by the largest Tuskarian I’ve ever seen. They tried hacking us to pieces in a back alley. Xandor got a good kicking there.” He laughs.

What’s a Tuskarian?

Krogoth continues, counting on his next finger.“Next was the Lunar Dreams. A brothel.” He shudders. “Insects and bondage are all—”

I interject, trying to sound shocked. “Wait. You were in a brothel? While the disgusting sex pest master held me prisoner on his golden rape ship, you and the boys were screwing around… literally?” I finish, smiling at Krogoth, knowing there was no way he would have been up to any shenanigans.

Krogoth laughs heartily and steps closer once more, his presence filling my senses. I can feel the heat emanating from his body, the muscles in his arms and chest taut and firm. His scent fills my nose, and I can hear the low rumble of his laughter vibrating through his chest.

As he moves in closer, I can see the amusement dancing in his purple eyes, and I feel the warmth of his breath against my face. And as he whispers in my ear, “Let me make it up to you,” I shiver with anticipation.

I gasp as he leans down and begins slowly kissing along my neck. His large hands moving to the small of my back, tracing his fingers lightly down to the rounds of my buttocks, he gives them a gentle squeeze; I feel the heat building in me as each light kiss sends pleasure coursing through me. I let out a little moan, which spurs him on, his actions becoming keener. Hemoves his kissing further down my chest. The softness of his hair brushing against my skin sends a tingle across my skin. His hands stroking the back of my thighs, I feel myself beginning to shake at the overwhelming feelings; I lean into him, stroking his broad shoulders as he takes a knee, his great height preventing him from reaching what he desires.

My back arches as his tongue finds my erect nipple, the new intense feeling adding to the building torrent of sensations. “Pebbles, your breasts are a gift from the Gods.” He smiles cheekily, his purple eyes looking up at me. I gasp as he pinches them with his folded lips, pulling back gently before he eagerly lashes them with flicks of his tongue. I can feel my womanhood become slick, hungering for more of his attention. My strokes on his shoulder become a tightening grip as I try to withstand his eager lust.

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