Page 25 of The Captain's Pet
Being smaller than the creatures around him gave Wid the chance to watch the fight from underneath the waving arms of the ship’s crewmembers standing in front of him. They’d kept him behind them when they’d first reached the bridge, an annoying effort to protect him, he supposed. Now there was no danger, not to him. Either Kell would win and Wid would berelatively safe, or the captain would lose to his treacherous first officer. In which case, Wid held a weapon that would take him out of the sadistic alien’s reach forever. His stomach churned at the notion of ending his own life, but better dead by his own hand, quickly and cleanly, than be tortured to death. If he hadn’t been sure of his fate before, he’d seen it in the second when Garen’s gaze had landed on him. There wouldn’t be any more sadistic games, just brutal murder.
Hope was not yet lost. Kell fought like a madman. Both contestants did, their large naked bodies coated in sweat as they pounded each other with primitive brutality. Wid had seen Kell naked before, many times, of course, and had mapped every inch of the alien body with his fingers, and yet he’d never appreciated how truly big and powerful the alien was. Every muscle bulged against his skin, radiating unbridled power. Wid understood for the first time how well all of that had been reined in when Kell had touched him. And both males were alarmingly erect, their cocks hard and swinging with each twist of their bodies. Useless clubs that only served to bang together in the heat of the battle.
Punishing blows landed on each fighter without respite. Wid winced as blood spewed from Kell’s nose, but the captain didn’t even flinch. He kept on grappling for dominance as the two males wrestled between the captain’s chair and the navigation console. With all the noise the spectators made, it was hard to hear any from the combatants. A loud roar burst out, however, as Garen kicked Kell with both feet. Kell flew off his opponent and landed on his back. Wid surged forward on instinct, even though there was nowhere for him to go and nothing he could do to help.
Kell didn’t need him anyway. The alien sprang to his feet a split second later and caught Garen with a roundhouse kick as the other alien charged him. Garen pinwheeled from the blow and crashed onto the raised dais where the captain’s chair stood.He fell awkwardly with his head over the far edge. Before he could regain his feet or even roll over to the floor, Kell leaped on top of him. The captain’s hand grabbed a fistful of Garen’s hair and wrenched Garen’s head farther back. Kell wrapped his other hand around the male’s neck while he knelt on his chest.
The roars and growls of the aliens reached a fevered pitch. It was impossible for Wid to distinguish who made which noise, but Kell’s mouth gaped wide and he pressed his advantage. His lips pulled back in a vicious snarl as he pushed and pulled and twisted. Whatever sound Garen made, Wid would never know. He couldn’t see the alien’s face now that they were on the floor. There were too many legs blocking his way. It was enough that he could see Kell, though. Wid knew the moment when his master had won the contest. All the noise stopped in an instant and Kell’s mouth clamped shut. The alien stayed in his position on top of Garen for a moment or two, staring down at his opponent’s body. His chest heaved with his harsh breaths, sweat and blood trickled down from his nose and every other place Garen had managed to scratch and bite.
Finally, Kell shoved himself off the body and stood on firm legs. He cast a glance around the bridge, eyeing his crew. Then he threw up his arms and bellowed in a victory cry that the others soon joined in. Even Wid lent his voice to the celebration, relief that he wouldn’t have to use his weapon after all. The thought that perhaps he should nevertheless proved a fleeting one, easily dismissed. He didn’t want to die and while he hadn’t and wouldn’t have chosen to be an alien’s sex slave, he wasn’t particularly upset that he remained Kell’s pet. It fact, knowing he’d once again be in Kell’s embrace sent a thrill through him. Weird and a little disturbing, yet he couldn’t deny the truth of it.
Chapter eight
EventuallyKell’syellingdiedout and the others took their cue and went silent again. “Clean up this mess,” he ordered with a withering glance at Garen’s body. “And get back to the stations I assigned you.”
As the crowd dispersed, Kell strode toward Wid. His commanding gaze mesmerized Wid so much that when the alien reached for Wid’s weapon, he gave it up without a qualm. Passing it off to the nearest crewmember, Kell grabbed Wid by the arm and propelled him forward. Wid didn’t understand where they were going until he found himself being shoved into what clearly served as some kind of office. The captain’s ready room, of course. He had barely a moment to realize where he was before Kell bent him over a flat opaque surface. Wid knew what was coming and willed his body to relax.
Kell breached Wid’s hole and filled him to the bursting point with a single thrust. Wid’s lungs emptied on a gasp as he absorbed the pain and worked to adjust to the invasion. Kell gave him no more quarter than he had given his traitorous officer, pounding into Wid with punishing strokes. Far from fighting the assault, Wid welcomed it. The tension and adrenaline from the rescue had torqued his body almost as much as it had the captain’s. Wid’s erection sprang up and his balls ached with need. As Kell’s cock drilled into him, it was as if it chased the fear from him and replaced it with the mounting pressure to find release.
Kell grunted obscenely over Wid’s back. Moisture, a combination of sweat and blood perhaps, splattered his skin with each thrust. Wid’s fingers slipped against the smooth surface he lay against each time Kell’s body slammed into his. His dick screamed for attention, but he couldn’t manage to grab it. He cried out his frustration, even as his climax built from the rubbing of his prostate alone.
“Please, Master. Please,” he begged, not even capable of more words than that.
The alien was not so far gone in his own mindless pleasure that he didn’t hear the plea and understand it. He plastered his larger body against Wid’s back and reached down to grab Wid’s dick with a forceful grip. That was all the touch it took. His body seemed to snap as if it were a band stretched too tight. Wid bucked on a scream as the orgasm tore through him. Kell’s tight embrace held him fast and soon the alien roared with his own release, hot cum filling Wid’s ass, even as his own coated his stomach.
They lay one on top of the other for a long time. Kell licked and nipped at Wid’s neck and shoulders from time-to-time while they both came down from the high of mortal combat and unbridled sex. Wid’s brain was so foggy, he barely registered itwhen Kell moved away then returned and wiped up the blood, sweat and semen smearing Wid. Only somewhat more coherent, he almost stumbled into the crewmember whom Kell handed him off to.
“Go to your quarters and collect the weapons, pet. The fight is over. Let them know they have nothing to fear, but that the escape route you’ve been using will be fitted with an alarm shortly. There will be no more wandering the ship for you.”
Wid blinked up at the captain as the import of his words sunk in. Well, it was hardly surprising. He’d known that victory would be bittersweet for the humans. Kell stared down at him with his still bloody face and nakedness not diminishing his power in the least. He looked almost sorry, if one were to read a human emotion in the expression. Wid supposed the alien was to some extent. It was a hell of a thank you to his rescuers to lock them up more tightly.
“Yes, sir,” he said on a sigh and tried to give a reassuring smile, just to show there were no hard feelings.
To be honest with himself, he was actually conflicted. He hated the idea that his freedom had been robbed from him even though he also had to acknowledge that he’d brought it on himself with his stupid stunt back at Seven. He resented the way Kell had claimed his body without his consent, and yet there was no denying how much pleasure he received in the alien’s embrace. Life on the Travian ship had become one of almost pure indulgence, the easiest he’d ever known. Even the escape plans had been, he realized now, more of a game to keep themselves occupied than any real chance of getting off the ship. What, he wondered as he approached the pets’ quarters, would they do now for fun?
“Please let me go in alone and I’ll bring the weapons out here to you,” he said to his escort.
When the Travian gestured for him to proceed, Wid walked up to the entrance and walked through the door with his hands up. As he expected, three guns pointed at him the moment he stepped into the room. A collective sigh of relief greeted him once the boys saw it was him, and Joel, Jordan and Rick lowered their weapons. Stuart ran up to Wid and threw his arms around him. A second later, the others swarmed him, a million questions thrown at him at once.
Wid hugged Stuart back before setting him aside and shushing everyone with a watery laugh. “It’s okay, Kell has retaken the ship.”
There was some whooping and more backslapping at the news, but then Joel asked, “What about the other one, Garen?”
“He’s dead,” Wid confirmed with a grimace. “Kell killed him with his bare hands and the rest have fallen back into line.”
That pronouncement sent a ripple of murmurs throughout the boys. Jordan whistled. “Whoa, his bare hands? That’ssick.” His tone implied admiration.
“Yeah, it was something,” Wid confirmed, his stomach a little queasy still from what he’d seen. “Um, look, there’s a crew member outside waiting for the weapons. I have to bring them out.” Silence reigned as the boys absorbed that obvious bit of news. “Kell said no one is in trouble, but they know how we got around the ship and if they haven’t blocked our access to the conduits yet, they will pretty soon. Our escape plan’s over,” he added, unnecessarily, given everyone else’s expression.
With only a moment’s hesitation, Jordan and Rick handed their weapons over and walked away dejectedly. He couldn’t blame them. Giving up any kind of power was hard. When he looked at Joel, though, the guy backed up a few steps, cradling the weapon in his hands.
Wid took a step toward him. “Joel?” He held out his hand. Joel shook his head once and took another step back. “Come on, man. We don’t have a choice.”
Joel licked his bottom lip and stared down at what he carried. “There’s still a choice.”
Wid’s stomach clenched.Shit. “No, Joel. Don’t do it.”
His friend looked back at him, his eyes glistening with moisture. “Why not?” His voice grew louder. Anger and fear coated his words. “Are we supposed to just go back to taking alien cock without any hope now of ever getting back home? I hate it!”
