Page 18 of Taken to Voraxia
“What are you waiting for?” I blurt out, trying and failing not to sound intimidated. My voice comes out loud and warbly, cracking into the silence like a whip. He doesn’t so much as flinch.
His sideways lids peel over his eyes. When he licks his lips, I catch sight of his tongue — hisridgedtongue. My lower lips squeeze, the treacherous bastards and I try to hold my legs together, but can’t with him kneeling between them.
As if in response to my body’s attempt to salvage any scraps of decensy I have left, he says, “For you to open.”
I start. This is the first time we’ve ever spoken and already so much has happened between us. I don’t know what to say, because the cadence to his tone makes it sound like such a thing is inevitable.
“I don’t…Iwon’t,” I say dumbly.
He bares his teeth and I notice those at the back look filed. “Why? The Xanaxana has selected you for me to breed, and me as your protector. I am the only male you will ever have and you dishonor us both by denying this. The longer you resist, the more painful it will become for us both and we have already waited far, far too long. This past rotation has been a torment. Did you not feel it? Your own body’s desperation? The need for your Xiveri mate?”
He waits, like he expects me to say something, but there’s nothing to say because I can’t contradict him. I did feel it. Every night in the quiet dark of my room. Waking up with cold sweats, plagued by fire and thirst. Touching myself to the memory of his fingers on my face, his whispered alien words…
Betrayal. That’s what it had felt like. My betrayal to Kiki and Svera and all of the humans, my body’s betrayal to me. And now, with him lowering down onto me, lining up our hips, probing my lower entrance with the bulbous head of his heavily veined cock, huge and ridged, I don’t push him away.
I’m sopping wet and so tender I hurt. He falls forward onto his elbows and all I feel is need and shame. “Look at me,” he says, but I’m staring at the wall like my life depends on it. “Look at me.”
To all the stars in the universe, I can definitively say that this man that this mysterious Xanaxana has picked for me, is the scariest one. I flinch and close my eyes and I can feel anger roll off of him like a sandstorm over the horizon.
“I am yours and you are mine. I will have you on this solar. Though there was no hunting ceremony on your colony, I still hunted you, found you, fought for you and returned with you. I have not used a breeding belt for your kinswoman claimed you did not want this. But now that we are here and I have waited and have performed the rituals of your tribe, I will not be denied.”
No Hunt? No harness? Rituals of our tribe?I want to ask him more but he’s pressing forward, his cock spearing past the first of my folds, finding heat that makes me panic.
I jerk away from him, trying to crawl backwards across the bed. I shout at the top of my lungs, “Then what’s stopping you?”
He stills and the rough pad of his hand drops onto my hip, my waist, my breast, my chest, my jaw. He tilts my chin up and there’s something soft and desperate in his touch. Killing khrui, holding their hearts in his fists, bathed in his own blood, gashes covering his own chest and face and legs, he hadn’t looked half as frustrated or exhausted as he does now.
“I have never taken a female against her will,” he says, and it sounds like it causes him great pain to admit it.
“What?” I say even though I heard him.
“You ask me why I do not take you. This is my response.”
“But the first time you saw me, you wanted…”
“Hexa, I wanted and I still want. The Xanaxana demands that I take you. On Voraxia, both Xiveri mates feel equal pull. It is clear that in this instance, for whatever reason, mine is…stronger. Perhaps it is because you are human.”
His claws scrape across my scalp, coiling with my damp hair. At the same time, I feel the startling glance of his tail twining with mine, and just like we had in the washing tube, my tail acts on its own accord, eager to circle his. I swallow.Nobody’s ever called me human before.
He smiles and it is a heartbreaking thing, tender enough to tear at my insides. “I know that you feel it too. Perhaps as a shadow of my own, but the Xanaxana has not forsaken you. It is there. I want to know why you deny it and more than this, what it will take to make your mind as yielding to me as your body already is.”
Whimpering a little, I try to pull my legs together again, but they just close around his hips. His eyes roll back as the smooth skin of my inner thighs connects with the plates on his sides. His hips piston forwards and I feel the head of his cock enter me where no male and nothing of equal size has ever been. Shock makes me swallow a cry, but Raku pulls back and grips my shoulder, as if trying to anchor himself in place.
I hold his arms. We lay locked together like this. When nothing happens for several breaths, I finally manage, “You…you want my consent?”
“Consent,” he repeats, breathing hard, showing a strain that I feel mirrored succinctly. He waits a few moments for the translation to make sense to him. Then he frowns. “I want more than tacit agreement. I want your willingness and I want your desire.”
My face flares with heat. “You can’t…I can’t manufacture desire…”
He bellows out something furious and jerks back, first onto his knees and then onto his feet. Our tails untangling, he stands, paces the small room and manages to look even more imposing against the flat, paneled grey walls. I know that if he were to lift his arms straight up, they’d graze the high ceiling.
My chest deflates and the cogs in my mind start to whir and churn. So far every thought has beensurvival survival survival, don’t get trapped, get away.
Well I almost didn’t survive and I definitely did get trapped and I definitely didn’t get away, so now I need a new plan. A less shit one. One that doesn’t require anything but my mind’s willingness to give in to what my body is already prepared to give up.
No Hunt, no harness, he saved my life, he saved Kiki’s life, he’s shown restraint and so far all I’ve shown him is defiance and disappointment and hestillasks for permission.The realization hits me suddenly: for the first time in my strange orphan, scavenger life, I have power. Not a lot, but maybe, enough.
He starts to speak at the same time I do. “You do not…” “Okay.”
