Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Krake remained silent during the return to his quarters. And, for once, so did I, my mind swirling with all of my newfound information. Or, confirmed information, since technically everything Olive had told me, Krake had already told me.

"Sit," Krake ordered when the door to his quarters closed behind us.

I did, crossing my legs to somewhat hide my exposed genitalia. The movement did not go unnoticed by the alien, but he did not comment.

Instead, Krake sat beside me. "Tell me how you feel tonight went."

The question stunned me. "You want to know my opinion?" This was the first time he'd cared to ask. Well, other than whether I'd rather be an Obedient or chucked out of an airlock.

"I do."

"I was glad to hear Olive confirm what you'd told me about consent," I began slowly.

"It is always consensual. This is why you must consent."

"Of course, if I don't, I'll be killed," I responded drily. "So, in my case, can I even really give consent?"

Krake grunted. "You are unique."

I waited for him to elaborate. When he didn't, I point-blank asked, "That's all?"

He shifted on the couch to face me.

I did the same and stared into his bright green eyes.

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

There seemed to be something beneath that question, but I wasn't certain, so I took it at face value. "Can a woman say no when she's purchased?" The flat gray eyes and grasping fingers of the alien during dinner flashed in my mind.

"She can negotiate."

"But she can't say no?" I pushed.

Krake stayed silent.

"That's not consent."

"I am not aware of an Obedient saying no," he finally said. "My understanding is that the contract signed with the Collector says that the Obedient agrees to be bound to her purchaser."

"I guess for enough money and other benefits, she makes it work," I said, bitterness creeping into my voice.

"The Collector vets the purchasers," Krake unexpectedly added. "Not all who apply are allowed to take part."

Relief flooded through me at the additional information. "Maybe that's why no Earth woman has said no?"

"I have not thought about it before, since I have not participated before," Krake said, "but that is likely correct."

"Oh, that's right," I said. "Since you're trying to find your Runner."

"Correct. That was why we brought the container—" He stopped.

My eyes widened at the significance of what he almost said. "Did you think your Runner was in the container? My container?"

A curt nod answered my questions. "The crew unloaded the items procured for aliens on Earth. When I heard movement in the container, I believed my Runner had chosen to hide in there."

"Oh." That's how my entire life had changed in an instant.

"A rare mistake in my job."

"Which is?" I asked, to move quickly past the idea that I was a mistake.

"I am an enforcer."

"Ooh, that sounds intriguing. What's an enforcer?"

Krake's lips thinned into a line of displeasure. "I have said too much."

I considered pushing for an answer but realized it didn't matter. After the auction, I'd never see Krake again. A ping of sadness hit me at the thought. That confused me. And surprised me. Why would I be sad? One alien is the same as another. Even as I had the dismissive thought, I knew it wasn't true. The image of Traston flashed in my mind yet again. No fucking way he would be the same as Krake. I couldn't believe that.

"We have gotten off track. The Auction is later tonight," he said, interrupting my wild thoughts.

Anxiety replaced the sadness with that single sentence. "I haven't been approved yet," I squeaked.

"No, you have not." He reached out a hand to cup my chin, another surprisingly intimate gesture. "It is time for the final test."

I gulped, knowing what he meant. "What would you like me to do?" I asked.

He stood in response to my question, his hand at my elbow, raising me with him. We walked together toward the indentation in the wall that stood between the main living quarters and his bedroom.

The wall shimmered and the door appeared, sliding open to allow us entry.

Krake stopped us at the bed-shaped box in the room and turned me toward him. His hands began at the straps holding my breasts in place. With one yank, all of them fell away.

"That's convenient," I joked, though my voice tremored.

He ignored my comment, his hands staying on my shoulders as his eyes took in my complete nakedness before him.

My body thrummed, anticipating his exploration.

Instead, he released me and stepped back. Krake shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossing it to the side, where it landed silently on the metal floor. His fingers manipulated the buttons of his dress shirt. I stared, mesmerized by the iridescent colors shifting between blue, green, and purple with his movements. When he removed his shirt, I gasped.

He was beautiful. Like a living, breathing oil slick, his iridescent coloring highlighted his fit, lithe chest. He was built like a swimmer. The thought almost made me giggle. My alien looked like a human swimmer.

My alien?

What was I thinking?

His fingers on his pants' button drew my eye, and my breath quickened. The sound of his zipper sounded very loud. Or maybe my soaring anxiety created the thunderous noise. He slid his pants over narrow hips, along with his underwear.

I gasped at the sight of his cock, knowing from the earlier blowjob what the already impressive size hid underneath.

When Krake kicked his pants and underwear toward the growing pile of clothing, I laughed. It was such a human move.

"That is not the usual response," Krake said in displeasure.

I couldn't explain, so I shook my head. "My apologies. That was not what it seemed."

"You cannot do that with your purchaser."

My growing desire chilled at those words. "Understood."

Krake accepted my word and stepped toward me. His hands gripped my shoulders again, the combination of cool and warm confusing my skin in a good way. His hands slid down my torso before moving up to cup my breasts. He squeezed and kneaded, his fingers seeming to be double-jointed as he also rolled my nipples to points. A simple nod told me that my responsiveness pleased him.

His hands moved lower to grip my hips. He paused before sliding his hand between my legs. Slowly—maddeningly slowly—he played with the folds of my pussy, teasing me with the tips of his fingers.

My eyes closed and I moaned, consumed by the amazing feelings.

One of his fingers entered me and I clenched. His other hand moved around to grip my ass while he finger-fucked me. My juices flowed around his finger. A second finger joined the first and I moaned when they angled to rub against my sweet spot. Desire rose to dangerously high levels. As I approached orgasm, he released me.

"What? Why are you stopping?" I said in a very breathy voice, my chest heaving. Tingles raced across my skin and I bit my lip in frustration.

"On your knees."

I did as he instructed, taking his cock in my mouth, my fingers not missing the opportunity to touch and caress the clasper beneath. His cock twitched in my mouth in response. I smiled a moment before sucking on him. With one hand, I encircled and squeezed his penis. With the other, I pulled and stroked the clasper beneath. He grew larger in my mouth, and when I tasted the mild fishy flavor of his pre-cum, he pulled away.

"Stand," he ordered, his voice lower.

I obeyed, trembling with desire and unfulfilled need.

His hands wrapped around me, lifting me to him by my ass and then lowering us together to the bed-shaped box.

The pillowing softness that enveloped us was incredible enough to distract me from the mind-blowing sex we had been embarking on. Almost like a living, breathing object.

"Holy shit, this bed feels amazing," I blurted out.

He chirped a laugh and then, green eyes blazing, all thoughts of the deceptively comfortable bed fled. Krake's mouth captured mine and his tongue darted in and out. He placed one hand to the side of my face, bracing himself above me. And then, in one fluid motion, he entered me. I moaned into his mouth at the pleasurable fullness from his engorged cock. The moan became a gasp when something clasped a fold of my pussy.

Krake's hips rose and fell as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. His clasper lived up to its name, the pressure on my sensitive skin heightening the incredible pleasure I was already experiencing. A singular wave of desire built up, higher and higher, in time with his in and out motion, until with a final push against me, driving me into the bed, the wave crashed over me and I cried out in ecstasy. Krake chirped and grunted along with me, and the duality of his heated yet cool cum creating a sensation unlike any I'd ever felt before.

Mind-blowing sex, indeed.

He collapsed against me as we breathed together in the afterglow. Everything seemed more sensitive. His breath echoed in my brain. The pillowy feel of the bed felt like clouds. The scent of the sea filled my nostrils. My sweat dripped down my skin, across my body. I wrapped my arms around Krake and held him close. He startled at the movement and then rested against me, his hand rising to caress my face for a moment.

And then he broke our embrace and stood over me. "I will let the Collector know you are ready. Re-dress." With that pronouncement, he collected his discarded clothing and strode naked from the room.

I sat up on my elbows, staring after him. "What the hell," I muttered.