Page 17 of The Captain's Pet
“Any time she wishes,” he replied and understood that the human way must be different in a manner more than mere terminology. Being put aside by Marielle for another male wasn’t something he usually worried about. He knew she loved and valued him. The longer he remained on deployment, however, the more likely it was that she’d grow tired of being alone. At the very least, she might take a second mate to have a male warming her bed every night. The thought of being cast aside or forced to accept a mated brother hurt so much he shoved it all out of his mind.
The boy looked down at his toes peeking out from under the robe. “That doesn’t seem fair. Can you decide you don’t want to be her husband anymore?”
“Why would I want to do that?” Such a ridiculous question, and it only reinforced what he thought of human males and how they interacted with their females.
Wid’s shoulders hunched up. “I don’t know. With us, either person can decide if the marriage isn’t working out, and the kids belong to both of them.”
“You humans have strange customs.”
His pet gave him a pointed look as if to throw the words back at him. “I don’t have a wife, but I do have a mother, a father and two sisters. My mother is a doctor and my father is an engineer. One sister is older than I am and the other is younger.”
“Why do you tell me this?”
Wid’s eyes narrowed. “Because I want you to understand that I have a family, too.”
“I never thought otherwise.” What point did the human truly intend to make?
“I miss them,” the boy said with a strange clarity of tone, as if Kell would have trouble understanding the words.
Ah, so now the point had been made. Sympathy welled up inside him for the human, which had been the whole point, of course. “I know,” he replied simply, because there was nothing else for him to say. He had little more control over the situation than his pet did.
Tired and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep, Kell slid up beside the boy and pulled the robe off him. He lay down with him, holding the human to provide him warmth and the simple pleasure of touching another being during sleep. Wid settled against him, but wasn’t done with his questions.
“Master?”
“What is it?” Kell replied, trying to convey that this had better be the last of them.
“Why were you kneeling?”
Kell frowned at the top of his pet’s head. “Because she’s mywifeand deserves the proper respect.” He deliberately used the human term to emphasize his point. Marielle wasn’t only his mate, but a female.
“I don’t understand. Aren’t you patriarchal? Don’t you men rule?”
Kell couldn’t help the bark of laughter that came out. “What you humans don’t know about us is a lot.” Sensing his pet wouldn’t let it rest at that, he elaborated enough so that even a more simpleminded creature could understand.
“Women speak and men obey. Women govern and men fight. Go to sleep, pet,” he ordered when the boy’s body inflated with breath.
Even though his cock showed signs of life now that it nestled against the tempting flesh of his pet’s ass, he ignored it. Tired as he was, it would be a wasted effort. Besides, there would always be time when they woke.
Wid was yanked out of a deep sleep. His eyes flew open to a darkened room, his foggy brain trying to make sense of what was happening to him. Strong hands pushed him face down on the bed while something large and hard breached his body. He gasped in pain as Kell’s dick stretched his hole and invaded his ass. Without prep, it hurt almost like the first time, and they weren’t face to face the way he’d become accustomed. Kell’s larger, hotter body covered him, pressing him into the bedding. His thick thighs forced Wid’s legs so wide apart his hip joints protested. Wid tried to raise his arms above his head and found them trapped halfway by Kell’s arms as he cupped Wid’s shoulders with a punishing grip.
Thrusting, hard and deep, followed the invasion immediately. Kell’s hot breath sent the hair on the back of Wid’s head flying with each stroke. Wid wondered if the guy had even come fully awake or was he once again stuck in some twilight awareness, mistaking Wid for his wife. Shit, hard to believe that willowy creature he’d briefly seen as a hologram could take the pounding Kell subjected Wid to. There was an unyielding power radiating off the captain, a force he unleashed on Wid as he thrust into him. Wid felt like a rock being battered by the sea during a storm. There was no way to avoid the onslaught. All he could do was clutch at the bedding and brace against Kell’s body.
His head swam because he couldn’t draw a decent breath. He panted instead, the breath pushed out of his lungs as if the head of Kell’s cock punched up that far. Wid closed his eyes against the dizzying effect of the shadows of the room jiggling in front of them. It would be over soon, it had to be. No one could keep up this pace without coming quickly. He was wrong. The alien shifted back, pulling Wid with him, his hands sliding down from Wid’s shoulders to grab his hips. His fingers dug deep into Wid’s flesh as he drew Wid’s pelvis up.
The new angle allowed Kell to thrust even deeper into Wid’s ass. Their balls banged together and the hard ridges of the captain’s abs bounced against Wid’s stretched cheeks. The wet smacking sounds of skin meeting skin joined their harsh breathing. With his lower half off the bed, Wid’s cock began to respond to the fucking. It helped too that Kell was now hitting Wid’s prostate more often than not. Despite his resentment of the cavalier treatment, Wid couldn’t stop his body’s reaction to the stimulation. His cock hardened, demanding attention, but with his face and chest still plastered against the bed, he couldn’t free a hand to help himself.
Kell was indifferent to Wid’s need. He still clutched at Wid, his hold painful. There would be bruises when all of this was over. The slapping against his ass stung enough to make his eyes water. He couldn’t resist pulling forward to avoid it—or at least he tried. Kell’s grip tightened even more as he yanked Wid back. The force of it sent the big alien cock so deep inside, a sharp pain tore through Wid’s guts. He cried out. He couldn’t help it, even though he hated showing weakness.
The sound must have penetrated whatever fugue state the captain was in. His grip loosened and his pace slowed a bit. He still fucked Wid as if he were possessed, though, and perhaps he was. Wid had lied when he assured the creature earlier that he’d only seen his communication with his family for a moment. He’d stayed much longer than that, watching the captain stay kneeling on the floor after the transmission had ended. Even though he couldn’t see his face, he could feel the misery radiating off the guy. How hard must it be to leave a wife and children for so long? Wid missed his parents and sisters so much that he couldn’t bear thinking about them. Telling Kell about them had been its own special misery. It had to be worse for the captain.
There was a difference, of course. Kell was doing his job, voluntarily being deployed away from his family. Wid had been forced from his. Or, maybe he was making the wrong assumption. Kell had surprised him when he’d said the Travians were matriarchal. Perhaps Kell and the other males on this ship had no more choice than the human boys they kept, slaves to the dictates of their women. He shoved the thought aside. He didn’t want to feel sorry for his captor, his tormentor, at the moment. Kell might be a lonely military commander, but he was still buried balls-deep inside Wid’s ass.
When was this going to end? Wid’s cock strained within its own skin, desperate for attention and relief. He didn’t want to enjoy being fucked this savagely and without even the pretense of acquiescence. His body didn’t care. It had no interest in pride, paid no attention to the lofty ideals of consent. It only wanted to be stroked and petted and coaxed into climax. Almost mindless with the need, he tried to drop down to at least rub against the bedding. Kell’s hold remained unyielding. Wid groaned loudly in frustration.
Without a hitch in his thrusts, Kell shifted his hold on Wid to cup his pecs and drew him up to a kneeling position. It changed the angle of the strokes once more and made them shallower. Wid’s guts no longer felt as if they were being speared and more importantly, it freed his hands. But when he tried to clasp his cock, Kell knocked his hand aside and gripped Wid’s aching flesh himself. Wid tossed his head back and gasped at the sweet torture. Wrapping his arm across Wid’s chest, Kell pulled him closer so that Wid’s back pressed against the alien’s massive body.
Kell’s hand tugged Wid’s dick with quick, harsh strokes, while his other hand pinched Wid’s nipple. The bite of pain elevated his pleasure to the point that he shamelessly moaned and bucked his hips. The pace of the fucking picked up once more.This time Wid was right there with his captor. He wanted it fast and deep. He wanted to feel the invasive fullness and the stretching of his rectum. The sting of flesh beating against his ass was a welcome accompaniment to the rest of it, a layering of sensation far too complex to label simply as pleasure or pain.
