Page 30 of Taken to Voraxia
I feel something small and a little scary tighten just below my sternum as I exhale, “Xoran.”
He inhales sharply. “Miari.”
And then he wrenches my body down, and impales me with his length.
The shock makes me cry out, but he’s unforgiving and there is no reprieve as his enormous, ridged cock glides into me. I’m wet and ready to receive him and as he gently bites my lower lip, I buck and undulate, trying to match his speed.
This seems to shock him even more because he jerks back and watches my body when I roll down onto him. The longer he watches, the deeper the purple hisridges become and I am made more powerful by that color, even though I don’t understand it at all.
“Look at me,” he growls and I do and his ridges flare multi-colored. He cradles the side of my face, cupping my jaw with his rough fingers and careful, scraping claws.
“This was not supposed to happen. You do terrible things to me, my Rakukanna.” His desolate gaze reminds me of the cosmos and as I stare into it, he whispers, “my vicious, little Miari.”
I moan, eyes rolling back in defiance of his request. “Holy stars, Xoran, I’m going to come. The pressure…you’re hitting…I’ve never felt…”
The sensation coming on too strong to stop, I lean forward, crushing my breasts to his hard, scratchy chest. I bite down on the side of his neck. The pleasure hits me and I can’t breathe through it except to scream, “Xoran!”
“Miari,” he roars and suddenly I’m flat against the wall and he’s still hurtling towards me. His hips piston and he shouts into my hair, bites my ear and whispers mumbled words too fast for me to grasp.
Pure heat fills my belly, but the exhilerating rush of it is marred in one swift stroke as I recall images of a woman I’ve never met. If he gets me pregnant —whenhe gets me pregnant — it’s going to be a death sentence.
He holds me close while his cock continues to jerk against my convulsing inner walls. Still panicked from thoughts of the woman and the others who have died bringing hybrid babies into this world, I try to wriggle away from it, but he holds me close.
“You will answer my question, Rakukanna.”
“Question?”
“Hexa.” He presses me back into the wall and has me pinned now with his cock. His other hand squeezes my ass, fingers running over the crease again and again in a way I find both erotic and threatening.
“If you did not intend to wound me with your weapon or detonate yourself, then why would you have combined those ingredients together? How would you have even known to do this? This was clearly no experiment.”
I shift uncomfortably, but since he makes no move to release me, I answer with a huff, “I’m an inventor. I create things with the bits of technology I find. Most of it is junk but I’m used to making stuff out of nothing.”
“You created the deception device that the traitor held,” he says and there is emotion in his tone that leaves me again at a loss.
I nod. “Yes. Like I said, she didn’t do anything. I built the machine all by myself.”
“Nox, she only wore your face.” His ridges flare green, then pink. “Was this another deception tool to wield against me?”
Surprised, I wonder if the pink isn’t…hurt, rather than rage. Or maybe…just maybe…pink is when…he’s afraid? “No! Nox. I just wanted to get out of the room.”
“Why? To escape?”
“No! I made a promise that I wouldn’t run, didn’t I? That I would be your Raku…the kanna thing. I wanted out to look for something to eat. I was just hungry. That’s all.” My belly growls in that exact moment, as if for emphasis.
Xoran freezes.Freezesfreezes. Not one errant muscle spasms, jerks, or twitches across his entire steely frame. The many colors of his ridges flatten and die and his darkness-colored eyes bore into mine. “How many times a lunar cycle do humans feed?”
“Feed? I mean in terms of meals, we like to have three a day. Three a solar.” I don’t mention that I never had three a day rations even if Svera often tried to share hers.
Xoran balks, his voice actually catching. “Threetimes a solar.”All at once, he withdraws his erection from my body. We both groan. He sags forward against the wall, but the lag only lasts a few seconds before he straightens again, turns on his heel, and goes to the far wall.
Opening a drawer there, he withdraws what looks like a glass cone and a little silver square. Guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed, he brings one end of the square to my lips and pushes sticky brown sludge out onto my tongue.
I flinch back, but he slips his hand around my head and holds me steady. “You will drink this and it will sate you for the time it takes us to return to our home where something more adequate will be prepared. It will be waiting your arrival. I vow you this on my honor.”
“I’m alright. It’s just, whatever’s easiest. I can wait for the meal.”
His face stretches and his ridges flare yellowish grey before humming with a streak of pink. “You will eat.”
