Page 18 of His to Protect
Chapter 13
Ka'el
Ipull on the straps restraining my hands and feet, but without success. I'm trapped and I don't remember why or when or how I got in this place. My head is covered in sensors stuck to my skin, my mind empty. Who am I? That is a question I cannot answer. Black thoughts invade my mind, females screaming while I pump into them, not caring for their suffering. My only purpose... to breed them. I don't feel pity or empathy, only pleasure.
"You're awake... good." A male, whose name I cannot recall, approaches, and pats my shoulder. He's my kind. At least that's what I think. He looks like me.
"Where am I? Why am I restrained?" I growl at the male in front of me. "Release me."
"All in the right time," he says and walks around, his hands resting behind his back. "What do you remember?"
"Not much... pieces."
"Good," he grins.
It's frustrating to be clueless about who you are. And he does not seem to help me that much with it. "I demand to be released," I shout at him.
"You're in no position to demand anything, soldier." He comes closer to me and speaks, the air expelled brushing against my face. "I am commander Veekhal and you are a soldier on my ship. Your sole aim is to breed... fuck females until your seed procreates. Now... that doesn't sound so bad, does it?"
"I see these pictures in my mind... I see myself fucking females, but..."
"No buts. That's all you need to know. That's your purpose... FUCK."
That's my purpose...to fuck females and breed them. That's what I need to do. It's an urge stronger than anything. My cock stiffens at this thought, my mind invaded by the sweet scent of female cunt.
"Your name is Ka'el, by the way. In a few moments, someone will come and release you. Clean yourself and prepare for your next job... a human female. I expect you to follow orders and mate this female until she'll carry your offspring. Refuse and you both die." Veekhal groans, his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Human? I have not heard of this race before."
"It does not matter. Just FUCK her,” he orders and leaves the room.
My mind remains still for a moment, but the urge to mate this female grows stronger by the minute. It is like a force that builds up inside me, waiting to be released… and it can only be released by mating this female. I do not know who she is or what she looks like. I do not care. I only care about fucking her, pushing into her breeding slit until my seed fills her inside and her belly with my offspring. Only then will I be released of this urge that torments me.
I try to free myself once again, but without success. The straps are tight and all my struggle leads to bruises on my wrists. I can’t escape even if I wanted to. But do I really want to? A voice in the back of my head whispers: FUCK THE FEMALE. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.
Maybe I don't want to be free. Maybe I just want to breed this human and push into her in all imaginable ways. This desire builds stronger by the minute and I find myself eager to meet her, smell her and enjoy her. My breath quickens at the thought, my cock pushing against the tightness of my pants. The sound of the sliding doors startles me. A slender alien female enters the room. She approaches me without speaking a word. She appears shorter than me, her skin a lighter shade of blue.
"Get me out of this stupid chair," I growl, my muscles tensing at her closeness.
"Take it easy, soldier." She stands back, her gaze fixing on mine. Her arm holds a white ceremonial robe, the ones used in breeding ceremonies. I wonder what's that for. Is it for me? Does she expect me to wear that?
"Get me out of these straps. I can barely feel my wrists and my legs hurt so much." I ask her while pulling on the straps again to free myself. I use all my force until the straps cut into my flesh. Warm blood flows down my skin until I hear the sound of blood dripping on the floor.
“Settle down soldier. See what you did here?” The alien female walks near the restraining chair where I'm trapped and leans over, sending shock waves through my body with a shock rod. My muscles tense up and contract uncontrollably. The stinging sensation runs all over, leaving me unconscious for a few moments. I come to my senses in less than a minute and spit on the bitch. “Fuck you!”
“No need to waste your seed soldier. You’ll do some fucking, but I’m not the one who needs it. Now, what do we do with your disobedience?” She takes her hand up, her fingers rubbing the protruding chin. She takes a few steps and lays the ceremonial robe on a nearby table.
“Connect cerebral sensors,” the female instructs the system computer using her wrist communicator. I watch her without saying a word because I know what’s about to happen. The sharp pain of needles piercing my forehead sends me to complete darkness.
