Chapter 29

Sandy

Something was off with Rane. He was suddenly different.

Sandy’s shoulder was burning, her blood trickling down her body. Blood that Elffa had gathered in her cupped hand like water at a trickling stream. Then shoved in his mouth like a pie in the face. She was forcing him to mate her, regardless of what they wanted.

Rane’s face went slack jawed, and he panted, staring at her, crest up, bulge growing in his pants.

“Let him go,” Elffa chuckled, stepping to the side. “He won’t be able to do anything to us. Female human blood is an aphrodisiac.”

Oh. Right.

Sandy had kind of forgotten about that. It wasn’t a thing amongst other humans – their own blood couldn’t affect them. But to aliens, their blood was a drug. It was something that was mentioned in her pamphlet, but it wasn’t something she had really paid much attention to because she didn’t think it would matter.

The alien she was mating didn’t eat blood. But they did bite and taste blood for the males to establish the mate bond.

And she got to watch, in real time, the effects of her blood coming over him. His body went slack against Blue and Green’s grasp. He leaned towards her, groaning as if pained. It didn’t look like there was a thought in his head.

“Come on,” Elffa said to the reptile duo. “Let’s let them enjoy themselves. It’s a shame you didn’t get to the clinic in time, Sandy. But it doesn’t matter if he gets you pregnant now.”

Right. Because it was done.

That was all it took. Rane had her blood in his mouth, and they were mates. That meant the bond had already locked into place. And now Sandy was trapped under the guardianship of Elffa – even if it wasn’t official by tribunal yet. It would be. She just basically admitted to being friends with or buying off the tribunal that would do her case.

Sandy was screwed.

Rane was screwed.

Literally and figuratively.

Elffa laughed as she led Blue and Green from the room. The door shutting and locking behind them sounded so loud. Sandy couldn’t help but notice that they’d left her in the mag cuffs. Helpless and unprotected in front of a man high off the power of her blood.

“Er, Rane,” she tried to call for him, worried as he loomed over her.

His hands twitched.

Then snatched her by the throat.

Sandy let out a cry as she was shoved backwards. He didn’t drop her, but instead held her barely suspended off the ground as he shoved his way between her legs.

“Rane!” She tried again as he yanked at her clothes.

If he hadn’t been wearing his claw caps, he would have shredded right through the fabric. Maybe right through her skin.

He was out of his mind. Yanking viciously at her clothing, mindless until he managed to get her shirt and bra up over her breasts.

He ducked down then, taking a nipple in his mouth. Biting and sucking at the same time, all without releasing the grip he had on her neck.

It was too much. Too sudden.

“Rane!” She tried again, bucking against him.

He shuddered.

Slowly, the movement stuttered like he couldn’t quite control himself, he looked up at her.

“S…Sandy…” He groaned. Something like recognition crossed his face and his hand loosened.

Her back was already mostly on the ground, so her head didn’t fall. But her hands were crushed underneath their combined weight, and it was uncomfortable.

“Hey,” she smiled cautiously. “You okay?”

“No,” he groaned, humping against her. Grinding his bulge against her panties. “I need you… so badly, Sandy. Please…”

Right. Because her blood had driven him out of his mind at the exact same moment that their bond had snapped into place. She didn’t know what was going on in him – she never could – but it looked like it was causing him some pain.

“It’s alright,” she said, smiling as her fingers started going numb. “W-We just can’t in this position. My arms are stuck.”

“This…” It seemed to be taking all his brainpower to try to work out what she was saying. Even then, when he looked down at her bared body, reason completely went away again.

“Wait!” She tried to say.

For all the good it did. He grabbed her. This time, he took her by the upper arms and yanked her up. He tightened one arm around her, keeping her in place, as the other hand desperately moved between them, unsealing his pants and yanking aside the crotch of her panties.

He thrust his cock against her. Trying to shove it into her dry.

Sandy cried out. “Wait! I-I’m not ready! H-Hold on-!”

He licked his hand, tongue going all the way from the base of his palm to the tip of his fingers, before reaching between them.

The cold of his claw caps was a jolt as he began rapidly thumbing her clit while his two largest fingers began trying to thrust into her.

Shit, he was really going to try to fuck her like this, wasn’t he?

“Sorry…”

She started, surprised.

That was his voice, whispering in her ear. Repeating his apologies over and over again as he continued fingering her, trying desperately to get her wet enough for that massive club between his legs to get into her without damage.

Because as much as she hadn’t signed up for this, neither had he.

Her fear faded away as she turned, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

Too late to stop now. Too late to prevent their mating. They were bonded – as completely as one could be bonded. And she wasn’t going to let Elffa turn this experience into a terrible memory they couldn’t look back upon.

She kept kissing the side of his head as she forced herself to relax. Focus on her pelvic floor. She still wasn’t wet, but his fingers finally slid into her. And it wasn’t an unwelcome sensation. She let out a soft moan of encouragement.

Yes. This was her male. Fighting against the aphrodisiac running riot through his body. He could have just taken her without a concern for her pleasure, but he wouldn’t do that because he still adored and respected her.

“Faster,” she ordered, riding his hand. Taking her pleasure for herself.

He made a rough sound. Deep in his throat. He took hold of her neck again, but this time from the back, giving her something to lean against as he worked his fingers faster.

And it wasn’t that hard to give into the pleasure.

There was nothing else. Only the two of them. Completely involved in each other. Sandy could still touch him. She nuzzled his head, she rocked on his lap, she leaned on his chest, as he shook against her. He could still control himself, but his desire for his mate was making him crazy.

They were equally desperate. Heated passion building quickly between them as she surrendered herself to this moment.

Her head fell back as she cried out, a small orgasm cramping in her lower belly.

It wasn’t much. But it was enough. When Rane notched the head of his cock back at her entrance, he slid inside much easier.

He grunted, releasing her weight, letting her drop. She cried out, surprised by how suddenly she was filled. He was too big for that to be comfortable.

But before she could even focus on the ache of the stretch, he was grabbing her face in both hands. Forcing her to look at him as he panted.

“My mate,” he said, something like joy and sadness mixing together in his voice, creating a tone that was longing and sorrowful.

“My mate,” she returned, smiling at him as she began rocking her hips. Riding him for all she was worth, as best as she could with her hands bound behind her. But that just added an edge to her frantic movements.

It was sweet torture, being unable to touch him or herself as he held her head steady, making sure her eyes never left his face. He loved having her stare at him. Loved watching her in turn as pleasure made her pant and moan and gasp.

He kissed her then. Tongues tangling together, a slippery mess between them that was as sloppy as their fucking. Inelegant and hungry and lustful. She didn’t care how she looked. The only thing that mattered was how good he felt and how much more she wanted.

“Look at me, my mate,” Rane demanded, his voice strained.

“I’m always looking at you,” she promised, not even lying. From the first moment she met him, she’d been fascinated. She couldn’t turn her eyes away. It didn’t matter what their fraught future brought them, because she would always be watching for him.

He grunted, wrapped his arms around her, suddenly keeping her still as he came. Pumping her full as she whimpered, trying to move. She had been so close. And getting closer as the pressure of his seed filling her pushed her to the edge.

But it wasn’t enough. She couldn’t even rub her clit.

“Rane, please!” She begged.

He adjusted his grip, putting one arm under her butt. With that, he stood. Her thighs locked around his hips as he began to bounce her up and down. Fucking her again. His release and her wetness combined together creating a slippery, hot mess that dripped onto the floor as he pounded up into her, using her own weight to help him.

It was rough and hard in the best way, bordering just on the edge of painful. She was helpless to do anything but try to hold onto him with her legs as he fucked her in the air. She had to rely completely on him for safety, for pleasure, for security.

And she did. Totally and completely.

She bit his shoulder, her body starting to tense and twitch with pleasure.

He grunted, grabbing her ass with both hands and slamming her down. Oh. He was coming again, filling her up as she cried and squirmed on him, her own ecstasy rushing through her.

But he wasn’t done. The aphrodisiac of her blood had a hard grip on him, and it had his cock and balls in a vice. They didn’t soften at all as he dropped again. This time laying on his back, letting her be splayed across his chest. He used his grip on her ass to bounce her up and down, jerking his dick off with her body.

Sandy shuddered, trying to help. Riding out her orgasm and already chasing the next one. But her thighs wouldn’t cooperate as he fucked her to his satisfaction.

And that was how it went for the next hour or more. She quickly lost track of what was happening as he moved her between positions that he could fuck her in with her arms bound. He had her laying down twice, then put her on her knees, grabbing her arms like reins, and yanking her back. Then, when her knees gave out, he fucked her prone on her belly. Sometimes flat, sometimes pulling her hips up so he could get deeper.

It was frantic and desperate and just as much about the need for release as it was about the grief of loss they felt. This wasn’t sex. This wasn’t breeding. This was no more and no less than the desperate embrace of a woman about to say goodbye to her man. The last touch before a long time apart. A need to be as close as possible before circumstances separated them.

As the effects of her blood faded, and it was just her and Rane, she felt the despair beginning to creep into her. A hard knot in her belly that she ignored as she turned her head, accepting a deep, slow kiss as he continued to slowly fuck her on her belly.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, arms caging her in.

She smiled, keeping her eyes on him because she knew he loved it, though she was so tired all she wanted to do was let them close. But she dared not, because she didn’t know if he was still going to be there when she woke.

“Love you,” she told him.

He made a sound, a choked sob, that hit right in her heart like a knife.

“Hey,” she nuzzled his head. “I said, I love you. You have to say it back. That’s the rule.”

“I… I love you,” he returned, falling to his side. Grabbing her as he went so he could pull her against him as his little spoon, still inside her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you better.”

“Theoretically, how much trouble would I get into for killing your mom?”

He laughed, but it was a terribly sad sound. “A lot. They’d definitely never let us see each other again if you did that.”

“Dang. Always a catch.”

“You can’t kill her.”

“I definitely can.”

He kissed the back of her neck. Lingering over the action. “I bet you could. But you shouldn’t.”

“Grandma would say, ‘screw that! Kill the bitch!’”

“A wise woman, indeed.”

“Right? You just going to ignore the advice of your elders like that?”

He let out a long breath, his arms tightening around her. “If anyone is to kill her, it will be me. But we cannot do that. Not if we want to have a hope of being together again.”

“Well, at least I never made it to the clinic.”

He stilled, one hand over her belly. One that was empty now and would remain so. Even his mother couldn’t force her to restore her fertility. It was both a relief and a disappointment.

Sandy didn’t mind having his babies, but if she did so now, it would just be another tool that Elffa could use against him. And she already had enough.

“What’s going to happen now?” Sandy asked, wanting some idea of what they were going into.

He hesitated behind her. “You… You sound much more determined than I expected.”

“Of course. You think I’m taking this lying down?”

“You were a moment ago.”

The startled laughter that burst out of her was a welcome relief. It shook her body, prompting him into joining her as he clung tighter to her. She laughed until tears formed. She couldn’t say that it was that funny, but just the sheer rawness of her emotions made everything hit that much more acutely, even that bit of humor in all this.

“I’m going to fight her,” she declared, turning her head to look back at him as he sat up, just enough to look down at her as well. “We’ll save murder for if we can justify it in court, but this is only one battle she won. We just have to regroup and replan.”

She expected defeat from her male. He had been living under his mother’s thumb for so long, she knew very well that he considered it helpless. He just went along with what she wanted because it seemed like she’d scored something of a victory. But with even that gone, she wouldn’t be surprised or discouraged if he was depressed by their failure.

But he just smiled. Nodding his head. “Right. I’ll do what I can as well.”

“Really?”

“It won’t be much. She has you now, my female.” He stroked her cheek gently. “She doesn’t need to threaten to beat or harm me, she can do that to you. She can also hide it since you won’t be dragged in front of cameras and combots. So, I can’t do anything too crazy. But whatever you do, you’ll have my full support, my Sandy. Whatever it might be. And if it means I have to take a beating, let it happen. I can handle it. Just don’t put yourself in danger.”

She shook her head, smiling. Of course, he would say that.

Sandy might not know what she was going to do yet. Her only ally was well and truly cut off from her now, and the leash around Rane’s neck was that much tighter. She’d have to think and plan for a while to figure this out.

But for now, she snuggled back into Rane’s warmth. Enjoying his arms around her. Luxuriating in this last embrace as long as possible. Neither of them moved.

At least, until the doors opened again. Blue and Green came marching inside. It wasn’t surprising, and she turned back, giving Rane one last kiss before Green’s arms grabbed hold of her. She was yanked forcibly out of Rane’s grasp.

But she didn’t fight. Neither did Rane, though Blue still held him back as Green dragged her, naked and dripping his cum, back towards the exit.

She kept her eyes on him as long as possible. Until the door slid shut, cutting them off from each other.