Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Sarah

I didn’t want to make him angry again, but I had to say it. “Uh, Deacon, I’m not ready for that.”

He frowned. “Of course you’re not ready for it.” He turned his head toward the door and said, “ Allegiant , lock my quarters’ doors.” A thump sounded, and he faced me again, smiling. “Now we’re ready.”

Unease rippled through me. “Um—”

Deacon ripped his clothes off, and the brown tatters fell like they were nothing. I swallowed hard as I studied his body. His muscles rippled beneath that shimmering tan skin. There appeared to be extra muscles in every direction—his thick forearms had stacked layers, a twenty-pack, instead of a six-pack. I did everything I could not to look lower. But he had the seductive V-taper that I loved and pointed in that direction. My eyes were compelled to look at his dick.

The first word that popped into my head was, “proportionate.” For an eight-foot tall male of any species, he seemed to be comparable to any human who might have reached that height. Regardless of how appropriate his length and girth was for his height, my mouth dropped open at the sight of his cock. I wasn’t sure how I could get my hands around it, much less any other part of me.

And he looks to be only half-hard right now . What will that thing be like when he’s completely hard? And those veins—thick and pulsing and rigid—what would they feel like?

I shot my eyes upward, too scared to think about that thing anymore.

His shoulders were like boulders, and this mountain of an alien looked at me as though I was on the menu. Every hair on my body stood on end, as I stared at the ceiling and tried to think clearly.

He’s not real. None of this is real. It doesn’t matter what I do here. It’s all a hallucination .

“Why won’t you look at me?” he asked.

“I don’t—I’m—”

“You are nervous?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No,” he said with a smile. “I have had sex many times.”

I laughed at the absurdity of his answer. “That’s not why I’m nervous, Deacon.”

“Wait—have you not had sex?”

“Of course I have.”

“Then why are you nervous?”

I took a deep breath and huffed, “Because I have never had sex with an alien before, and I’m not exactly sure I’m in the mood after everything I have been through today.”

“Mood?” He frowned. “What mood?”

“You know what I mean. Being kidnapped doesn’t usually make a girl horny.”

“That is alright. I know how to do that.”

I gave him a skeptical look. “Do what?”

“I know how to get you into that mood.”

I met his gaze and what I found sent shivers through my body. His eyes burned for me. But I started to panic. Everything felt too real, even though I knew it wasn’t. I backed up and bumped into the bed behind me. Not good . With muscles like his, I knew I couldn’t fight him off, no matter how hard I tried.

Ladrian women, the few I had seen so far, they were muscular compared to most human women. He’s probably used to a woman who can throw down—I bet they like it rough. If I don’t fight him, maybe he won’t be as rough as he could be…

“Deacon, what do you mean you know how to get me into that mood?”

“Take off your dress.”

“I…” my voice trembled, “I don’t want to.”

He stepped closer, pressing himself into my personal space, but not touching me. “I can take it off for you.”

Sounds like the dress is coming off, either way. Might as well not let him destroy it—it’s the only clothing I have . I sighed and untied the waist string on the wrap dress I was wearing. It fell open, and I slid it from my arms onto the floor, before I hugged myself for warmth.

He studied my bra and panties. “It is always strange to me that your kind wear clothes beneath your clothes. Take them off,” he ordered.

I lifted my chin stubbornly. “I’m cold.”

He waved a large hand toward the nearby mattress. “Climb into the bed, under the fur, then you can remove the underclothes.”

He was so matter-of-fact about everything, and considering this wasn’t really real , I followed his directions, and the bed was far warmer than anywhere else on the ship, bar the hot vat of red liquid I’d been dipped into earlier. The soft gray fur was massive, and I hoped to never meet the creature who had lost it. Warily, I kept my eyes on the other massive creature in the room.

Deacon stared at my face, then his eyes traced over my fur-covered body. He growled, a low and deep arousing sound that made my nipples hard, and he slowly lifted the far end of the fur from my feet.

It tickled and with every inch of skin revealed, my breath sped up. My heart pumped faster than ever. I panted, “I’m not sure about this—”

“I am.”

He tossed the rest of the blanket up onto my waist, exposing my lower naked body. Then he grabbed my ankles and spread them apart. I expected him to lay on top of me, but he didn’t. Instead, he had laid his upper body between my legs. He was eye-to-clit with my pussy. Deacon took a deep breath, lowered his head, then licked me there and something rumbled in his chest.

I gasped swiftly, unsure of what his plan was. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me—or at least, I was mostly sure of it—but I was completely panicked. I didn’t know what Deacon’s people did during sex or if their mating was anything like human sex, and my mind ran wild with the thought. I tried to crawl backwards to get away from him, but he wrapped his arms around my thighs, and I wasn’t going anywhere.

Maybe I can reason with him. “Deacon, I—”

His long tongue painted my outsides, before it probed my insides, making me groan. It was hot, like his hand had been. I lost my words from the sensation, as he flicked my G-spot.

There were many benefits to a guy with an extra-long tongue, it seemed and when he figured out where to lick to make me groan the loudest, he stayed right there. His tongue felt different than anyone else’s, and not only because of the length—it took me a few times to realize his tongue had nodules bigger than taste buds. The texture added so much to the experience—when each one passed over my sensitive flesh, I nearly swooned. My legs tensed in his grip, while I lost my mind to the pleasure.

None of this is real. For fuck’s sake, he has a tail, of course he’s not real! Just let the monster do his thing and enjoy the attention. It’s not real. I’m not cheating on Ryan—fuck that guy, he’s cheating on me! Isn’t he? Oh who cares, this feels too fucking good and this was a hallucination I didn’t want to wake up from.

He found my rhythm and soon, my body shook for him. Any minute now, I’ll try to push him away , I told myself. But I clutched the fur in my fists instead, moaning obscenities in English. The pleasure was on the verge of too much.

My body clenched around his tongue when my orgasm came on, and I gasped, “Fuck!”

But he didn’t stop. Deacon’s tongue slipped out of me and around my wet pussy, until he found my clit. His eyes were on my face as he licked me slowly, thoroughly. They brightened while he watched my reaction to what he was doing to me. Then he began to twirl his tongue around my clit, teasing me, making me want more.

I couldn’t hold still in his grasp. My body writhed in his arms. Everything inside of me locked down as the most exquisite bliss tore through me. This climax was much bigger than the other one. Air fled my lungs so fast that my throat went dry, and my next sounds were raspy whimpers. I floated in a sea of warmth, barely feeling my own body anymore. Only the unparalleled pleasure he gave me.

No hallucination has ever felt this way, and I don’t care if I ever wake up .

Deacon’s tongue left my clit, and he climbed underneath the fur and up my body. He licked different spots, as though he was trying to find another clit someplace. When he reached my nipples, I brazenly gripped his hair in my hands and panted for more. That magic tongue of his was enough to make me crazy. His mouth sucked on my breasts, one after the other, with his tongue dancing around the soft skin there. My back arched as the sensations started to take me over once again.

But then I felt it. That thing .

Because of our height difference, his enormous and erect cock pressed against my shin. It was hotter than the rest of him and like a pillar of steel. I didn’t have the energy to panic anymore, though. My body was spent. Not just from the orgasms, though. This was different—an undeniable exhaustion.

He said it had been a couple of days on Earth—is this some kind of jet lag? Spaceship lag? Whatever it was, I was too weak to fight him off.

If this were real, would I try to fight him, if I had the energy?

I lied and told myself , of course, I would. I just can’t right now. Too tired. And if I was honest with myself, his attention felt too damn good.

Deacon’s head emerged from the fur with that hunger in his hazel eyes. I needed to know more about that magic tongue, so I kissed him. He initially stiffened against me, but as I pulled him against my mouth, his body relaxed. His tongue had soft bumps and exploring it with my own was enough to make me relax further.

But he pulled back and murmured, “Tell me.”

“What?”

“Tell me why you did that.”

“I wanted to kiss you.”

He looked pensive. “Is that like tasting? You wanted to taste my tongue?”

The question was so odd, I almost giggled. “Yes. I wanted to taste your tongue.”

A furrow formed between his brows. “It’s strange.”

“Do you like it?”

Slowly, he nodded, like he had just found a new food he enjoyed—tentative, but his eyes brimmed with pleasure and curiosity. Deacon kissed me this time, his tongue prodding into my mouth. I choked when he hit the back of my throat, and he immediately pulled away.

“You triggered my gag reflex,” I explained.

“I apologize,” he murmured. Concern flickered in his gaze and he gently smoothed a strand of hair away from my face. “Are you injured?”

I smiled and shook my head. “No. Just don’t stick your tongue so far into my mouth.”

He appeared thoughtful for a moment, then asked, “May I try again?”

“Yes.”

He kissed me, this time more carefully. Things heated up fast between us and I wrapped my legs around him while our mouths feasted on each other. I didn’t care anymore about him being too big for me. I was willing to try anything he wanted. After being deprived for so long, my body desperately wanted to be fucked.

Deacon lifted himself upward, arching his back at the same time. The thick head of his cock poised at my wet slit. But he waited, with his eyes on mine. I was taken by this show of restraint, and I nodded my acquiescence.

He murmured, “If I hurt you, tell me and I will stop so you can adjust to my size.”

“I will.”

He slowly pressed himself into me, spreading my pussy wide with his cock. The feeling overwhelmed me. I had never been so completely filled in my life. I took a deep breath, and it shot out of my lungs. The stretch was almost enough to make me come—with only so much room to maneuver, my G-spot was tight against his cock. His solid veins pulsed against my insides, toying with me there and making me quiver for him.

He had entered me with one stroke, then held still. It was as though he was waiting for me to object. But I cocked my hips up to him, ready to receive whatever he wanted to give me, because what the hell. Why not enjoy this insane alien fantasy?

He took the cue, retracted, and thrust deeper still. This time, he groaned, too. Deacon angled himself back, making the head of his cock massage my G-spot more, shorting out my brain. Each thrust was fireworks in my core, and I knew I would explode. Hopefully, before he tore me apart with his massive cock.

He couldn’t fit all of himself into me, and I was glad he didn’t try. He was already bottoming out on most strokes. But the true masochist in me almost wanted him to make the effort. Just to try it.

His eyes closed and the taupe shimmer of his skin pulsed and fluttered while he fucked me. I was shocked at first, but I wondered if his shimmer pulse was the human equivalent of the goosebumps he gave to me. I snaked my arms beneath his, planted my nails in his meaty back, and licked up his chest as I writhed on his cock. I needed to feel his body with everything I had.

He growled like a beast and said, “You’re so fucking tight.”

Maybe the shimmer pulse means he’s about to come?

Oh hell—heirs.

Then I nearly laughed at myself. Not like I could get pregnant from him anyway. Wrong species.

“Come for me, Deacon,” I purred, seducing him instead.

“I’m right here,” he said, confused. “Can you not feel me?”

It was all I could do not to laugh at our miscommunication, but I didn’t want to upset him. I gasped as he thrust once more. “I feel you, Deacon. You feel incredible. I want you to orgasm.”

He took my hands from his back and pinned them to the bed above my head. “You first.”

Then he pounded me into the mattress. Carefully still, but he went much faster than before, making my body bend to his will. His enormous weight on my hands was too much though, and I winced.

He stopped abruptly. “Are you hurt?”

Between gasps, I panted, “Too much on my hands. Too heavy for me.”

He jerked his own away, flattening the mattress as he moved them. “I apologize, Sarah.”

“Don’t stop, Deacon, I’m so close,” I whispered.

He resumed driving into my body with his own, but this time, he gripped the edge of the mattress. He used it for more leverage. With him on top of me, surrounded by his body, overwhelmed by his cock, I was trapped by every part of Deacon, yet I knew I could stop him at any moment. All it took was a wince or a word, and he would stop. I was in charge of this massive beast, and that made me feel powerful.

Until that power surged through my body, weakening me to the point of nothingness. My orgasm curled through my limbs, making me feebly thrash beneath him. His cock throbbed and swelled inside of me, making his thrusts shorter and stronger. He growled again, but there were no words this time. Guttural utterances croaked through his chest and his head whipped back when he howled.

Abruptly, Deacon pulled out, coming all over my stomach—long, hot spurts of thick fluid painting my skin. I was relieved to see it was whitish and similar to human cum, except for the volume, which was abundant and more than I could have held inside my body.

“ Fuck .” He panted, looking at me with wry shock. “Never so hard… ever .”

“Same here,” I agreed, trying to catch my own breath before asking for a towel to clean myself up.

“Of course.” He moved off the bed and stumbled toward part of the wall. “ Allegiant , towels.”

The nearest bit of wall slid open, and steam poured out, but when it cleared, there was a stack of emerald green cloths inside. He delivered one to me and used another to clean his cum from my stomach.

“What’s this one for?” I asked, trying to ignore the soft brush of his fingers against my skin and how much I liked it.

He smiled, but his brows thickened in confusion. “For yourself. You make a lot of moisture.”

I blushed and swabbed between my legs and he wasn’t wrong. All his foreplay, along with those orgasms, had made me extremely wet and slick. More so than I’d ever been. “That was thoughtful. Thank you. What do I do when I’m done with the towel?”

“Say, ‘ Allegiant , laundry,’ and the floor will open for you to drop it there, wherever you are in the room.”

I didn’t know why I doubted him—maybe because it sounded too easy, and yes, very futuristic. But I smiled dubiously and said, “ Allegiant , laundry.”

Sure enough, a whooshing sound happened next to the bed. I peeked over the edge and a square of the floor had slid open. I dropped the used towel there, and the floor closed. “Huh.”

Deacon returned to the bed with glasses of a clear red liquid. “I’m sure you are thirsty. Drink this.”

“Punch?” I guessed.

He frowned profoundly. “Why would I hit you?”

I closed my eyes and sighed. Our communications were sketchy, but I knew we could work on that. Then, I looked up into his surprisingly handsome face and tried to explain. “No, it’s a drink humans have sometimes. Fruity, sweet. What is this?”

“Water with herbs. It prevents hunger.”

“Oh.” Strange post-coital custom, but sure .

The red water tasted like every citrus fruit I had ever tried all at once, with a fennel finish. Sweet, sour, and sweet again. It was peculiar, but delicious, and made me think of a fennel and citrus salad I had in Italy on my first vacation with Ryan.

“That’s wonderful,” I said, not realizing just how parched I’d truly been.

“I am glad you like it. That will give you the strength and energy you need for the pomp.”

The pomp? What the hell was the pomp?

He took the glass from my hand, set it aside, then said, “ Allegiant , let them in.”

Startled and still naked beneath the fur, I jerked the covers up to my neck and blurted out, “Let who in?”