Page 7 of Her Alien Savior
“Excuse me?” She snapped back, and I wondered if perhaps her translator was damaged that she required me to reiterate my order. This was her safety we were discussing here, and any warrior under my command would know from my tone alone that sometimes explanations were too long, and a split second could be the difference between life and death of one of my crew.
“If your restraints are not calibrated for whatever life form you are, a single energy current could burn your flesh from your wrists, or worse case stop your single heart from beating again,” I strained to calm myself from the explanation I didn’t want to be true, but very much was.
Instinct took over and thoughts of violence hardened my second skin’s armored scales should a single hair on her body be singed from being held captive here. I would destroy the one who thought she needed to be restrained rather than simply placed in this room with plenty of barriers to her exit. The cuffs were unnecessary, and I’d let someone know how necessary it was that they remember there wouldn’t be a next time if they thought of touching her again. At the idea of my victory over her oppressor I felt my cock twitch needing to celebrate a future success at protecting her honor and life.
My eyes roamed over her subtle curves, and I imagined that firm grip of hers choking the hilt of my shaft. For Horve’s sake what was wrong with me? She was restrained in a device that could harm her, and I’m here fantasizing about her soft folds riding my epulknot. Did the elder root cause this? Did they humiliate me further by giving me her essence while I slept?
Was I beginning a rut?
This was not the time. And the impulse to break free of my restraints and have her claim me with her small legs wrapped around my waist was making every muscle in my body ache. I needed her hands digging into my back, and her teeth biting into my flesh. My thoughts paused as I stared at her pink tongue licking her dry lips. No fangs… how was I attracted to a creature with no fangs? How would she stop my shoulder epuls from skewering her if she didn’t inject me with venom like a necia warrior would?
She was silent while processing the information about her dire circumstances, and I closed my eyes hoping to ease the swelling of my interest in showing her the ways a necia warrior celebrated victories. I’d have to be careful with her but blinked the thought away. I doubted her flat teeth and dull claws secretly held a way of subduing me, and if what I was experiencing truly was rut, I couldn’t be careful with her fragile form. Why would I rut for a creature that couldn’t win a fight against me?
“Oh,” she replied softly. “I thought... I don’t know what I thought, but I swear I didn’t know anything about Princess Klemon either way. I just wanted to learn from a scientist and help people have babies.”
An image of her in another male’s embrace helping him produce offspring made me growl, and I found myself pulling against my restraints once more to make sure she claimed me before any other male could prove their worth to her. I’d fight her right here, have her wrap those delicate blunt claws around my neck to subdue me while I still had control enough to keep my epul under my second skin. Another course of electricity seized up my bones, and I could smell the scales on my forearms heat from the inside out.
“Don’t move!” she shouted at me, and the authority of her tone rivaled any leader I’d ever encountered, but my tongue was numb from the warning shock to not struggle against my bonds, making me unable to reply just yet. Her tone made my body hum, or perhaps that was the burn of the electrified straps.
“Didn’t you just finish telling me about how the shock could kill me, and you’ve been tortured twice now,” she was yelling now, and a different kind of warmth filled me. Did this human care about my wellbeing? The way she glared at me with concern made my primal instincts to be claimed by her roar to life.
“I understand you’re a warrior,” she continued, “and I read some necia files during the flight out of Earth’s orbit to know that your skin is a lot thicker than mine, but I don’t think that applies to saving you from electricity at high voltage. You should know better!”
I stared at her as she continued to berate my impulsiveness, and she stopped talking in her Earthling language a while ago... speaking in my native Cial which astonished me even more. She spoke my tongue, and she was... reprimanding me.
I smiled at her, and she took on another displeased frown that squeezed at my hearts. I wished for her to see my shoulder epul on full display, for her to see my strength, and for her to taste my blood.
“This is not funny,” she clipped.
I shook my head. No, it was anything but humorous. Sharing blood was how we claimed mates… and I couldn’t possibly have such a fragile creature survive being my mate. Her tone would suggest otherwise, and it did things to my glands, making my skin tingle and not from the fire of the restraints keeping me still.
“No, you’re right. Our circumstances are not ideal, but it pleases me to hear my tongue on your lips,” I said, my tongue traced over my fangs that ached to taste her.
A pinkish hue glowed on her cheeks making her appear overheated, but also giving me this feeling like I should be wrapping her within my arms to absorb this heat within myself.
Chapter five
Riley
Iwasn’tsupposedtomove, but watching this necia warrior shirtless, strapped down to his seat talking about his tongue on my lips made me want to squirm. Already I’d been trying not to stare at him, or that bulge in his pants. He was talking about speaking the native Cial language, but my thoughts went deep down into the darkest corners of my depravity thinking about what that tongue of his could do between a different set of lips I haven’t thought about in years. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and if I was honest a bit of excitement after thinking about Trillume and the sex palaces they had.
If we were there, I’d let his tongue do all sorts of things. I mean, if he wasn’t some sort of criminal himself, I thought, now realizing I hadn’t once considered the reason why he was restrained in the cell with me.
I knew why I was here. A misunderstanding. Squinting at the large necia male, I had a hard time believing he was here by some accident, though from all the pictures of the warriors I’d seen at the recruitment center of H.E.T. he was probably made fun of for not having large lethal spikes on his shoulders. Joel had told me that they used their shoulder skeletons as a way of differentiating their rank among themselves. One of the times that bigger was always better, and I flushed once more thinking about other things that could be bigger about such a large alien male, though his spikes were only barely above his skin making him one of the lower ranked necia warriors that didn’t matter to me. I’m sure he more than made up for it with that package straining against his pants.
I wanted to squirm and rub my thighs together, but I had to stay still, and it was becoming more and more difficult as I continued to stare at him, and I didn’t even know his name. Should I ask that now, or was that rude in their culture, just like it was with the trill?
His deep timber interrupted me from thinking about the reason he was locked up when he asked, “Are you uncomfortable? Our restraints are not intended to be cruel, only effective at keeping a warrior subdued, and calm. Hoomans are said to deteriorate after a period of captivity and become... feral.” He watched me as if I would grow fangs, and snap at him, and despite our circumstances I was close to laughing at what kind of data was being funneled to the Trillume space fleets. “You are a hooman, yes?”
“I’m not going to try to eat you if that’s what you’re worried about,” I joked, though he didn’t appear to be the joking type.
“Your teeth density would not be strong enough even if you were hungry and tried to do so, but again, you would most likely die if you moved,” he said in seriousness, only confirming my suspicions about his ability to joke, until he lifted a brow and added, “But if hunger isn’t your motivator, then I gladly offer myself for you to fill your mouth with my flesh.” He grinned to show me his own canines, and my attention was drawn back to the large lump between his legs, spread wide from restraints on his ankles for my viewing pleasure. If that was the flesh he was offering then I wasn’t sure I was prepared for it, and then the door to the room slid open with another necia warrior entering to distract me from what I might have said in response.
I couldn’t be sure, but I think I was going to accept his offer with a cheeky reply about what I would do to him if he ended up not being a criminal, though perhaps the bad boy vibe was working in his favor.
“I see you’re awake,” the new warrior grunted at my cellmate, and I still didn’t know his name.
“Chuel, have you come to explain yourself?”
