Chapter 29

LEONA

By the time my nourishment session is over, after sucking each of his cocks twice, I'm deliriously fatigued and can no longer remain in position on my knees. I wince in pain and fall forward just as I swallow the last spurt of Zahhn's seed.

The huge alien male catches me. He lifts me in his arms and cradles me in his lap, and I desperately seek out waves of tenderness and reassurance from him.

After I'm remanded in Darrvason custody, will I see him again? I'm tempted to ask, but I fear his answer. He's evasive whenever I ask about the specifics of what's going to happen. You'll get what you deserve.

I fight back a shiver wrought from fear of the unknown, and I strive to relax in his embrace. His muscular arms are huge and strong, and when I lean closer to his chest, I hear the rapid beating of his heart.

Though he just erupted in my mouth, multiple times, his shafts are already swollen and large beneath me. The steady vibration of his scrotum causes pangs of heat in my core.

My face grows warm as I shift on his lap. Wet. I'm so immensely wet, I've soaked through my panties and pajama bottoms. Laundry service comes once a week. For the remainder of my stay, I'll have to sleep in one of my prison uniforms.

He presses his forehead to mine, and I nearly break into a sob at the affection that flows from him. Is it real? Does he truly care about me?

I don't send him a wave of tenderness back. I can't bring myself to do it. A little voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering that I should keep my guard up. I want to trust Zahhn, but I don't yet know if I can.

He's already admitted he's not sure if he'll hurt me after I'm handed over to his people. Whether that means I'll have contact with him, I'm not certain. Maybe he hasn't yet decided.

Will his people forever view me as the enemy? It's possible Zahhn will view me as tainted, and he might not want anyone to know he's claimed me. My spirits darken under a cloud of uncertainty.

I remind myself that I've been treated surprisingly well during my incarceration. From what I've heard, prisoners in Jansonna's brig usually sleep on the floor. They aren't given blankets or clean clothes, and they aren't fed regularly or provided with an endless supply of clean water.

Officer Brute, the Darrvason who's infatuated with Jenny, has personally seen to our welfare. He's visited the brig numerous times, and I've witnessed him scolding the guards when we didn't have enough blankets or our meals were delivered late, among other reasons.

Maybe it's a sign. A sign that we won't be tormented after the aliens take possession of us. I close my eyes and revel in the warmth of Zahhn's arms.

It soon becomes difficult to remain still in his embrace, however, because the aching in my core won't abate. I flush, knowing Zahhn can detect my arousal. I'm still shocked by how drenched I became as I sucked his appendages. My clit throbs as I squirm in place, desperate for his touch, and my pussy clenches as I recall the feel of his three massive fingers plunging in and out.

Still holding me in his arms, Zahhn straightens and rises to his feet. He sets me down facing the bed, then guides me to bend over it. A shuddering breath escapes me, and my whole body trembles with need.

I remind myself that the lights are dim enough that even if my cellmates awake, they likely won't see much in the darkness. Hopefully they'll think they're dreaming and simply roll over and go back to sleep. If Zahhn is discovered and forced to disappear before he brings me to pleasure, I'll spend the remainder of the night tossing and turning, restless and frustrated.

Don't worry, human female , he tells me in a chiding tone. You're about to get what you want—what you're craving. But you must remember to be quiet.

Pressing my lips tightly together, I hold back a whimper.

He yanks my pajama pants and panties down in one swift movement, baring me to his gaze. Despite the darkness in the brig, I suspect he has better vision than the typical human. My suspicions are confirmed when he sends me a clear image of his current viewpoint—a vision of me bent over with my thighs slightly parted to reveal my plump, gleaming folds.

His cocks are still freed from his pants, and he stands behind me and presses his engorged members to my center, dragging them up and down through my slick folds. My head falls to the side and my mouth opens on a soundless cry. Oh God. Yes. Keep going. Oh God, oh God.

Yes, that's right, Leona. I am your god. I'm going to be your everything, whether you like it or not , he sends down the bond. You will serve me, and you will obey me. You will kneel before me in supplication.

Raw, masculine power emanates from him. Though I'm bent over the bed in a vulnerable position, I still find myself tucking my chin down as the urge to submit to his authority courses through me.

He grasps my buttocks, taking one cheek in each hand, and spreads me wide apart. He steps closer, rearranges his grip in order to keep me spread using only one hand, and drags two fingers through my moisture. When he drives those fingers into my aching center, I rise on my toes and my mouth parts on another soundless cry.

My pussy clamps down on his plunging digits, so large and huge inside me. Oh God. My hips undulate, and my clit throbs in a steady, urgent pulse.

Be a good little female for this next part , comes his ominous warning, and then he withdraws from my center and nudges his two lubricated fingers at my anus. I grip the covers as he breaches my pucker. I want to cry out and beg him not to plunge his huge digits into my ass, but I fear his retribution if I make a noise and wake my cellmates. Furthermore, despite my current discomfort, I'm not yet ready for him to leave.

He pushes more forcefully, shoving his fingers in my bottom hole. The fullness steals my breath, and I wince at the slight pain even as fresh pangs of desire reverberate in my core, causing my hips to undulate once again.

Beautiful. This puckering hole of yours could easily accommodate a cock. Look at how you can stretch around my fingers. He sends me another image from his point of view, and I flush at the sight of his two digits fully submerged in my ass.

I blink and the vision fades, but the fullness in my bottom doesn't. I struggle to remain silent as he presses one of his appendages to my slick, aching pussy. Oh God. Is he going to penetrate both my holes at the same time? I recall how difficult it was to accept a double-intrusion during my medical exam.

He'd only used one finger in my ass during the exam, however, and the metallic phalluses he'd shoved in my core were smaller than either of his appendages. My heart races and I clutch the covers tighter. How will I endure?

His mocking chuckle echoes in my head. You will survive, Leona. Now be a good female and take it. Then he shoves his massive lower shaft—I'm certain he's using the bigger one, the insufferable bastard—into my core, impaling me in one rapid drive.

I writhe underneath him and claw at the covers, trying to pull myself up so I might escape. He's too big. It's too much. And yet… and yet the pleasure is overwhelming, and his vibrating scrotum is pressed directly over my clit. He holds me in place and withdraws from my center, only to slam inside. He repeats this motion over and over, pumping his huge appendage in and out of my tight core, all the while keeping his thick fingers buried in my ass.

I close my eyes and see an explosion of light, and then the pleasure descends in powerful quaking waves, an assault of bliss unlike anything I've ever known.

The climax steals my breath, and I become lightheaded as the release continues pummeling me. My hips jerk in place and when I think I'm about to cry out, I shove a fist in my mouth and bite down until I taste blood. Tears coat my face. Not being able to make a noise is sheer agony.

I remain bent over the bed while Zahhn continues plunging in and out. At some point, he withdraws his lower appendage from my core and impales me with his upper one, even though he hasn't spurted inside me yet.

He doesn't remove his digits from my ass, and accepting the intrusion in my most private place gradually becomes easier. A slight sting remains, but it no longer hurts enough for me to beg him for mercy.

He alternates claiming me with his upper and lower appendages, switching back and forth with rapid speed. The constant in and out, accompanied by the firm press of his vibrating scrotum to my clit, soon sends me over the edge of bliss again. While this release is intense, it doesn't last as long as the previous one. It's deliciously forceful, but the final vestiges of the climax soon fade. Yet my need quickly mounts again, and it doesn't take long for my clit to start throbbing under fresh pangs of desire.

Good female. Very good. Keep coming on my shafts , he sends down the bond, and I melt at his praising tone.

Sore. I'm starting to become sore. I wince as he drives his largest appendage deep in my center. Perspiration trickles down my temple, merging with the tears that keep escaping. The urge to moan aloud is so strong, I'm not sure how much more silence I can withstand.

I know you're getting sore, human female , he says. But I'm not finished with you yet. Keep holding position and remain quiet as I pound you.