Текст книги "The Alien’s Bond"

Автор книги: Kira Quinn

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CHAPTER THIRTY

Daylight broke with an unusual calm over the Dohrag encampment. No gruff yells were to be heard filling the air, no crying of laborers being forced from their bunkhouses and into the fields. All there was, was silence.

But then, the dead tended not to make much of a commotion.

Heydar had been brutally efficient the night before, taking the unexpecting guards by surprise with both stealth and a particular degree of violent skill none who had watched him since his arrival in the Dohrag camp would have ever thought possible of the man.

A few of them had been left breathing, bound and imprisoned in their own holding cells—though that was more for their value providing information than any sense of mercy.

The overworked laborers had moved the bodies then spread out into the Dohrag quarters, enjoying the freedom to come and go as they pleased, sleeping in the small but far more comfortable bunks their captors had enjoyed.

When the disgruntled male prisoners had found themselves released from their bondage by a towering, gore-covered barbarian of a man any thoughts they might have had of making a fuss were extinguished at once. They fell in line. Heydar was the leader, no questions asked.

A few of the male captives had even volunteered to stand watch, taking the uniforms of the dead to fool any who might stumble upon them long enough to silence them while the others enjoyed their first real sleep-in since longer than they could remember.

Heydar had finished his bloody work and washed in the general’s chambers, claiming them for himself. No one objected in the slightest. He and Darla slept soundly that night, wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed that, while large for an individual, was clearly not intended for a couple. They had been so exhausted they didn’t even notice, dropping into a restful slumber both desperately needed.

Slowly, the encampment began to liven, but now with the excited chatter of happy voices reveling in their first day of real freedom, wondering what exactly they would do next. Some were from other planets—other solar systems, for that matter. Others, however, had been snatched from their homes on this world. The Dohrags didn’t much care so long as there were more laborers to do their bidding.

As the smell of breakfast wafted through the encampment Heydar “spoke” with the Dohrag survivors, though his tone was anything but conversational. A few representatives of the different labor groups joined him, their familiarity with the Dohrags lending a bit of expertise with validating their responses.

“What they say makes sense,” a gruff prisoner named Kuxx said.

He was entirely hairless and stocky in build but no taller than a human male. He did, however, have deep blue skin offsetting his blazing red eyes, making his alien provenance quite clear. He also possessed some sort of natural protective growths on his joints, like genetic armoring protecting his most vulnerable parts. Fat lot of good that had done when the Dohrags caught up with him.

But he was a clever one, and he had kept his eyes and ears open while he labored. A useful ally, no doubt, and one Heydar had taken a liking to almost immediately.

Heydar nodded slowly as he mulled over the intel they had gleaned. “So, it seems we can expect the Dohrag shuttlecraft to visit us this afternoon.”

“Unless someone was able to get warning to them before you took them out,” Kuxx said with a little chuckle. “Given how banged up the survivors are, I seriously doubt any managed it. Nicely done, Heydar. You are a credit to your people.”

Heydar’s jaw twitched, but he said nothing.

Kuxx waited a moment out of respect. “So, what would you have us do, Commander?”

“Do not call me that.”

“The men, they are willing to follow you.”

“I am not your commander. Just a man who did what was needed.”

“Regardless, they respect you. And as such a diverse group, taken from so many cultures, I feel we need direction to function as a cohesive unit.”

Heydar mulled over the man’s words. He didn’t want the job, that was clear, but there was a looming threat that someone had to step up to address. Unfortunately, with objective eyes he could see he was the logical choice.

“Very well,” he said with a sigh. “Gather the remaining bodies and strip them of useful items, then bury them. We will need men of roughly the same size and build as the Dohrags to wear their uniforms and armor to greet the shuttle when it lands.”

“I will make it so,” Kuxx said, moving to action.

Heydar held up his hand. “Wait. There is more.” He turned to the women representing the other labor groups. “I know this will be distasteful, and I am sorry, but the shuttle will be arriving from the air. If the fields are empty, they will know something is wrong.”

The older woman who was the de facto mouthpiece for the others nodded her understanding. “It will not be nearly the chore it was under the Dohrag’s thumbs. We will head out to the fields, as you request, though we will require males to dress as guards to complete the illusion.”

“I will handle it,” Kuxx said. “We will have a strike team assembled and in position well before the shuttle arrives.”

“Excellent,” Heydar said. “All we must do now is wait.”

It was early afternoon when the shuttle descended from its orbiting platform. It landed without issue, the ersatz guards at the far ends of the landing zone casually standing in position as usual. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, this was just another boring supply run.

The large hatch opened, and the sweating male workers began loading their heavy cargo, accompanied by a pair of armed guards. The Dohrags manning the ship waved them in, almost bored with the routine.

They didn’t know what hit them.

The guards quickly took down the crewmen and rushed deeper into the shuttle while the workers pulled weapons hidden in their crates then charged in behind them. It was fast, and it was surprisingly bloodless. The flight crew were not built of the same stuff as the usual guards. Faced with sudden death, they surrendered without a struggle.

“The ship is ours,” Kuxx declared as he strode out of the landing bay.

Heydar, Darla, and several others emerged from cover where they had been watching and waiting to provide additional forces if needed and strode across the landing site to meet him. “Good work. Scour the craft for weapons and any intel that might be of use.”

“Your men are already on it.”

“They are not my men, Kuxx. But the intelligence they retrieve will be of use to us all. We need details on what exactly is in orbit. If they have additional craft they can send down. Their numbers and weapons systems aboard. It will only be a matter of time before their superiors begin to wonder where their supply craft is.”

“The shuttle has been known to stay on the ground for some time, on occasion. To be safe, I will have a man fluent in Dohrag transmit that there was a technical issue with the engines requiring an overnight stay. His accent and speech pattern should fool them. All we need are any challenge phrases.”

“Excellent. That will buy us some time.”

“And I am confident we will extract that information without any difficulty. The crew was merely a low-level transport group, and they do not seem nearly as stout as the ground team.”

“As is often the way. In the meantime, we should make plans to utilize the vessel as best we can.”

Darla raised her hand.

“You do not need to raise your hand, dearest.”

“Right. Sorry. Listen, I was talking with the others earlier and something dawned on me. A lot of these people are from this planet. Different races, some of whom don’t get along with each other normally, but here they’ve all coalesced to fight a common enemy.”

Kuxx cocked his head slightly. “I fail to see how—”

“Aah,” Heydar interrupted. “Of course. A wise suggestion.”

“What suggestion?” Kuxx asked.

Heydar glanced at Darla, and she immediately took the reins. “We can ferry all of these people back home to their people using the shuttle. If we free them, helping them get home, then a lot of damaged relations between these people can maybe be healed. Or, at least they might step down their interpersonal problems for the moment.”

A little grin creased Kuxx’s lips. “A very clever idea, indeed.”

“Thanks,” she said, turning to Heydar. “And we can multitask in the process. With a shuttle already making runs in every direction, we can also have them scout out any wreckage of the Raxxian ship in the process.”

“Did you say Raxxians?” Kuxx blurted, concern clear in his eyes.

“Uh, yeah. That’s how we got here,” she said. “Heydar?”

“She speaks the truth,” he confirmed. “More will be returning soon, and our hope is to rescue the other survivors of the crash before they arrive.”

Kuxx pondered this new information for a moment. Heydar had been quiet about his origins, but now things were starting to fall into place. “We heard a crash many days ago. That must have been the ship you were held on. But it was a large impact. Do you truly think others survived?”

“I know they did,” Darla said. “In fact, one of them was in my work group. And if she made it out in one piece, I’m sure others did. We just need to find them.”

Heydar nodded his agreement. “We must endeavor to rescue all that we can. To do otherwise would be cowardly. However, for now we must also protect these freed prisoners already in our company. We will have the shuttle return them to their people. Whether this brings some peace among them will remain to be seen. But our duty is clear.”

Shalia stepped forward. “That’s great for the locals, but what about the rest of us? What about me?”

Darla looked at Heydar. He nodded, all but reading her mind. “Come with us if you want. We’ll be heading back to the Oraku, at least for the time being. It’s not an advanced culture, but at least they’re a kind people. And I for one would welcome the company of another person from back home. Us Earth gals have got to stick together, right?”

The look of concern on Shalia’s face began to fade, replaced with one of hope.

“I think I’d like that,” she said. “I think I’d like that a lot.”

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

As Kuxx had predicted, the Dohrag shuttle crew were very forthcoming with any and all details their captors might want of them. Unlike their combat hardened comrades, these were soft men, by Dohrag standards, and the slightest hint of torture led to very loose lips.

The supply platform in orbit had been informed the shuttle was experiencing a technical problem and their overnight stay was approved without issue, giving the escapees a bit of breathing room, at least for the moment.

More than that, they had learned that while there was one additional shuttlecraft still aboard the station, it was currently inoperable and awaiting replacement parts from the next Dohrag ship to visit it. Their only other transport had been lost just the other day, possibly in a conflict with Raxxians or some other race. In any case, no other ships would be coming.

Safe for the moment, the newly freed prisoners reveled in their victory, bathing thoroughly then dressing themselves in the first truly clean attire they had worn in ages. They then prepared food as usual, but for themselves, the task becoming a joy rather than a labor.

In no time they were sitting together in a large, cheerful group, bonding as they ate and drank as liberated men and women from an unlikely and broad spectrum of races. The differences of their people made no difference at all in this place, and all of their spirits soared high as the sun lowered in the sky.

Shalia and Darla spent a bit of time bonding over their memories of Earth. Shalia, it seemed, had been snatched up just like Darla had, but her home was far, far across the globe. She had been taken, her ear marked for translation, then left as a potential breeding vessel to grow more livestock for the Raxxians.

She had been aboard the ship a fair amount of time when Darla had arrived and had given up on allowing herself to grow remotely close to anyone. She’d seen what the Raxxians could do, so she made herself small and quiet and hoped for better winds to fill her sails.

And now, in the most unlikely of ways, her wish had been granted.

“I’m beat,” she told Darla. “It was a long day. A good one, but long.”

“I hear ya. Go get some shut-eye. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

With that Shalia took her leave and headed off to sweet slumberland.

Darla glanced over at Heydar across the crowd. He was smiling as the men who had charged the ship regaled him with their tales of adventure. It was a beautiful thing, seeing him actually smiling without any of his usual reluctant demeanor. His gold-ringed eyes darted across the tables and locked with hers, a spark of something viscerally intense flashing for a moment, making her insides feel all sorts of wonderful.

He returned his attention to his newfound comrades, but his eyes continued to meet hers as the evening wore on, an enticing promise of things to come. Finally, after much food, drink, and merriment, the festivities began to wind down.

Some of the men and women, riding the high of their incredible adventure, were seen pairing off and wandering off into the night. Soon enough, Heydar took his leave of his new friends and crossed over to Darla.

“Malaika,” he said, reaching his hand out, wrapping her smaller one in a warm and powerful grip, pulling her to her feet and drawing her close.

There was no mistaking his intent, and Darla was positively wet with anticipation as he led her from the gathering. They had barely entered the general’s former quarters and shut the door when he could hold back no longer.

“I must have you,” he breathed heavily in her ear, his rumbling declaration of intent sending shivers through her body and making her knees weak with want.

He picked her up as easily as ever and laid her on the general’s desk, pulling her trousers off with one fluid motion and tossing them aside. There would be no folding of clothing, his passion was far too high to be derailed by something so trivial.

Heydar’s pupils were dilated with lust as he latched his mouth onto her vulva. Now was not the time for slow teasing and delay. He had eaten a satisfying meal, but he was still quite hungry for something altogether more satisfying.

His tongue darted out, parting her folds with ease, electrical shocks of pleasure jolting through her body as he let out a low groan of pleasure, lapping up the juices flowing from between her legs.

“Oh my fucking God!” she gasped as his split tongue found her clit and worked its magic. “I’m going to come!”

The orgasm hit her fast and hard, her legs shaking as the hot bliss spread out to her limbs, her whole body tingling with pure joy. He didn’t stop, however, but rather eased up his approach, settling into a gentle suction on her clit while his talented tongue softly pulsed against it, drawing yet another orgasm from her sensitized nerve endings.

He slid his tongue lower as she breathed hard, working to regain her vision. Darla felt the fluttering of his tongue move inside of her, parting her lips and slipping in with the most divine sort of pressure she could imagine.

She pulled her hips back and pushed his face away. Heydar looked up at her, his lips glistening with her juices. She grabbed him hard and pulled his mouth to hers, tasting herself on him, reveling in every second of it. Darla broke their embrace and flashed a wicked look, then pushed him up to standing, sliding his trousers down and freeing his straining cock.

It was beautiful. Fully erect, an intense heat radiating from every inch of him so close to her face, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She licked her lips greedily and took him into her mouth, the salty taste making her salivate with desire.

Heydar wasn’t the only one who was hungering for more.

She moved her lips over the head of his cock, applying pressure as she slid from the head to the shaft, sucking hard and making even more blood flow to his engorged manhood. Heydar groaned and wobbled slightly, overcome by the skill with which she worked him in her mouth.

Darla pulled him deeper, feeling the hot, swollen ridges ringing his cock slide across her tongue as they slid deeper into her mouth until he pressed against the back of her throat. It had been a long time since she’d been with anyone remotely this well-endowed, but her body remembered what to do.

Darla took a deep breath and relaxed her throat, pulling his cock even deeper, sliding it in until her face pressed against his pubis. She darted her tongue out, teasing his balls and the base of his shaft then pulled back with a happy, wet smacking sound before plunging him back into her mouth again.

Heydar’s groans increased in volume, a small trickle of pre-cum dripping into her mouth as his hips involuntarily bucked when she took his full length once more.

Darla felt something tingle on her nose and pulled back. It was the small rune on his pubic bone. It was swirling now, active and in motion. She wondered if that was normal, just as she wondered what those hot ridges would feel like as he thrust inside her.

Darla’s juices were flowing onto her thighs at the thought of it. She sucked hard a moment longer then pulled free, grabbing his cock with her hand, pulling hard.

“I need you,” she gasped.

Heydar didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled her to her feet and yanked her top off as he stepped free of the trousers pooled at his feet. In a flash she was in his arms, carried to the bed, his mouth biting and sucking on her neck, trailing lower, teasing her nipples as he laid her down, devouring her with his eyes.

The bed was a little small for two, she mused for an instant, but they would sure as hell make it work.

He rested his weight on his arms, hovering above her, his rock-hard cock laying against her clit, the heat of it making her jump from the contact. Darla’s hips gyrated with a will of their own, grinding against him, feeling his ridges slide up and down against her, each one making a body shaking thump as they impacted her sensitized flesh.

Despite her prior orgasms, Darla simply couldn’t wait much longer. And judging by how hard Heydar’s cock was, neither could he.

His mouth lingered over hers, each of them breathing the other out and in, sharing breath, their eyes locked in a lovers’ gaze. A delicious, wicked little grin tickled the corners of his mouth, making Darla wonder what exactly he was thinking. A moment later she found out.

Heydar wrapped his massive hands around her wrists, pulling her arms up over her head and pinning them with his weight. With anyone else she might have felt a twinge of concern, but not with him. Not now. She was under his control, and she loved it.

He moved his hips, pushing his cock lower as his thick legs pressed hers apart, moving up and down, the tip of his cock teasing her clit and drifting to her soaking pussy. Finally, even he could take no more.

Darla gasped as his massive cock head pressed into her, forcing her vulva to stretch wider than she’d ever been to accommodate his girth. He watched her with laser focus, gauging her reaction, holding back despite his desire. A little smile spread across her lips. She was okay.

Content she was only hurting in the best of possible ways, he slowly pressed his hips forward, driving each raised ring on his cock into her, their entry making her whole body buck and twitch as he penetrated her fully.

Darla’s mind was a million exploding stars of pleasure, her body one with the universe as she felt every ridged inch of his heat moving inside of her. Involuntarily, her whole body clenched around him, her muscles feeling like steel cables with their strength as she gushed from deep inside, a massive orgasm the likes of which she had never experienced engulfing her every fiber.

She had no voice. No sight. Only bliss. Blissful pressure as this wonderful man, this impossibly talented alien filled her to the hilt.

But Heydar was only beginning, his cock rhythmically churning inside her, the ridges drawing out a continuous stream of ever-building orgasms, the intensity of which no human woman had ever experienced.

Darla came again and again and again, her fingers clawing his arms and back as she held on for dear life. Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, she felt something new. An incredible electric jolt from her clit, as though his mouth was wrapped around it even as he fucked her senseless.

Oh my God! What the hell is he doing?

Her vision had returned enough for her to glance down long enough to see the source of this new pleasure. The rune on his pubis was moving even more, reacting to her body’s wants, its power binding with her clit as he drove into her, sending her over the edge until she orgasmed so hard even the metal walls of the general’s quarters couldn’t contain her cries of pleasure.

Her fingernails dug deep into his back and her mouth latched onto his arm without her realizing what she was doing as her entire body clamped down on him like a vise. Darla tasted his blood, the salty brine of his sweat mixing with the coppery taste as she screamed until she nearly blacked out as her jaw locked tight then finally released.

Heydar let out a roar and his entire body shook as he reacted to her, shaking violently as he poured himself into her in a hot geyser deep inside that made her pussy quiver with pleasure, pulsating as the hot cum flowed and flowed into her until she nearly passed out from the sensation. It was unlike anything imaginable. Lovers had cum in Darla before, but it was nothing like this. Even his cum somehow made her orgasm even harder, it seemed. And Darla was more than all right with that.

Heydar shook and almost collapsed from bliss, but managed to lower himself on top of her, his heat and weight a welcome comfort as his chest rose and fell, breathing hard, his heart pounding so hard in his chest she could feel it shake her bones.

She could feel his cock twitching marvelously inside her as he nuzzled her neck, holding her close, their sweaty bodies entwined as one as they drifted off into an exhausted, and well-earned slumber.

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