Abducted: Alien Mate Index Book 1: (Alien Warrior BBW Science Fiction Paranormal Romance) (The Alien Mate Index) (39 page)

All this time, I was still rubbing Sarden’s shaft—which had grown considerably—and trying to hide him with my face and hair. (Luckily my
nib-nibs
were staying well back, not that I was thinking of them at the moment.)

I know it sounds weird that I was doing this in front of everyone, but actually, I was kind of enjoying it. Sarden’s rich, spicy, masculine scent was stronger here and I liked the way the hot, silky skin of his shaft felt against my cheek. In fact, I was feeling extremely sexy, kneeling at his feet in my slave girl outfit and pretending to worship his cock. From the look in Sarden’s eyes when he stroked my curls and how hard he had gotten, he was feeling pretty turned on himself.

“And the only way to slake her thirst is to allow her to take you in her mouth?” Tazaxx asked, still sounding extremely interested.

“Yes. Unfortunately.” Sarden’s deep voice still sounded somewhat choked and a tremble ran through his big body.

“Oh, Master,” I moaned, playing it up and rubbing harder. I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me, making my nipples tight under my metal bra and my sex feel wet and slippery between my thighs. This might be just pretend but I liked that I was having such a strong effect on him. I was the one on my knees but just by touching him, I was making him shake. It made me feel naughty and hot and incredibly
powerful
.

“Ah, how interesting. Of course, we Gords divide and reproduce asexually, but I’ve always been fascinated by the mating rituals of other species,” Tazaxx remarked.

And then he actually came around to the side of the dais, as though he wanted to get a better look!

Just like that, pretending went out the window. I had no choice—I put Sarden in my mouth.

The broad head of Sarden’s cock was the only thing I could fit—he was that big—but luckily, that was the only part that had changed back to his normal color so I was able to hide what needed to be hidden.

Sarden made a strangled sound and his hand, which had been gently stroking my head, suddenly tightened reflexively in my hair.

“Gods, Zoe,” he groaned and I could feel him holding back, trying not to thrust into the wet heat of my mouth.

I felt another surge of lust rush through me. He tasted good—
really
good—and not at all human.

During my relationship with Scott, he’d always wanted me to do this for him but I hadn’t liked it much. My ex had a musky, sour kind of flavor to his skin that I found off-putting. And as I said before, it wasn’t exactly like he was eager to return the favor.

With Sarden it was different. Salty and hot and sweet…that was what I tasted when I took him between my lips. The broad head of his cock rubbed against my tongue and the flavor of hot cinnamon candy filled my mouth—the same thing I had tasted when he kissed me, only it didn’t sting as much as his kisses had.

“Mmm,” I purred, sucking harder, trying to get more of him into my mouth. It wasn’t just the fact that I was down on my knees, giving him a public blow-job that was turning me on—there was something about his flavor too. In fact, the more I tasted it, the more I wanted. It seemed to do something to me—making my nipples tender and my sex feel wet and so swollen with need, I had to spread my legs to ease the ache.

“Zoe, you should…should stop now,” I heard Sarden say, tugging gently at my hair. “We’re…being rude to our host.”

“Not at all,” Tazaxx murmured. He seemed to have stepped back, apparently satisfied at what he had seen. “I wouldn’t like to interfere in such an enchanting creature’s sexual needs—by all means, allow her to finish you off.”

Since the mud man that was Tazaxx had stepped away some, I dared to lean back some and let the broad head slip from my mouth.

“Yes, Master,” I murmured breathily. “Let me finish you, please.”

Where in the world I got the nerve to talk like that, I don’t know. Believe me, I knew I was acting as shameless as an actress in a porno. But Sarden’s flavor was still doing something to me—it made me want more and more of him. In fact, I didn’t just want to suck him—I wanted him to take me right there on the floor of the raised platform and I didn’t care who was watching.

But Sarden shook his head firmly, a worried look in his eyes.

“No, I don’t think so. I believe you’ve had enough for now—maybe too much,” he said, making me wonder what he was talking about.

“Master,” I moaned as he tucked himself away, making sure to keep the head of his rigid shaft hidden as he did so. “Master,
please.”

“No. That’s enough,” he said firmly. “Come now, Zoe, I need to discuss business with our host before it gets
too late
.”

He stared at me meaningfully and I realized what he was saying. If the
saphor
stuff was wearing off this quickly, we really didn’t have time for his, uh,
oral gratification
. I sat back on my heels and felt my head clearing a little now that I couldn’t smell him or taste him anymore. What was going on with me? Why had I acted like that?

“Well, if you’re sure you’d rather have business than pleasure…” Tazaxx remarked.

“I’m positive.” Sarden’s deep voice still sounded strained and the bulge in his white trousers was evident but he nodded firmly at the mud man, indicating he was ready to deal. “I’ve come here to talk about acquiring some new females for my entourage and I understand you have the best of the best in your collection.”

“That I do.” Tazaxx nodded. “Would you like to see some of them?”

“Please,” Sarden inclined his head.

“Very well,” the mud man said. “Then allow me to lead the way.”

Sarden

I didn’t know what in the Frozen Hells had gotten into Zoe. Or actually, I was afraid I
did
know, but I could hardly believe it.

Between the different species of bipedal, sentient Terran-type beings the Ancient Ones had brought into existence through their seeding of our universe, there existed certain natural laws that governed absolutely. Most peoples who had grown from the Ancient seeds were sexually compatible in some way but very few were fit to be bonded as mates for life.

What’s the difference in being able to have sex with another life form and being able to bond with them? The ability to bear viable children for one thing, but also the possibility of a permanent emotional connection that grows stronger with every year. Bonded partners can feel each other’s emotions and sometimes even hear each other’s thoughts—it’s a very rare and special occurrence.

And it never happens for half-breeds like me.

Because my DNA was mixed, I was physically unable to form such a strong and lasting connection to any female. I simply wasn’t enough either Eloim or Vorn for a bond to form. And yet, since I had healed Zoe orally and tasted her sweet pussy and she had tasted me as well, I could feel something forming between us. A longing to get closer…a longing that just for a moment, I could swear I felt coming from her as an emotion that touched my soul.

It’s your imagination,
I told myself impatiently as we filed off the raised platform and followed the mud creature Tazaxx had become out of the molting room.
You can’t bond with anyone—let alone a Pure One.

But if that was true, then why was her scent so sweet when she tasted me? And why had she been so eager to taste even more? Why had I felt her longing
?
Her
desire?

She was putting on an act—hiding you from Tazaxx,
I told myself.

But when I glanced down at her, I saw she was still watching me with need in those lovely blue eyes of hers and I swore I could feel it still, as a tingle at my very core. I could hardly look away from her. Gods, the idea that I might ever form that kind of lasting connection with a female…it was an impossible dream. One I had never dared to hope for.

And you shouldn’t hope for it now,
the implacable little voice lectured.
Especially not with a female you’ve promised to return to her home planet.

Of course, I knew it was right. There was no point in getting attached to Zoe or letting her get attached to me.

Which was exactly what I was afraid was happening.

Zoe

Sarden was quiet as Tazaxx led us out of the molting room and through a wide doorway to a dark hallway beyond. I wondered if he was mad at me—I couldn’t be sure how he was feeling by the blank look on his face. Well, if he was mad, he would just have to get over it—it wasn’t like I’d acted like a porn star just because I
liked
it.

Oh, you liked it all right,
whispered an accusing little voice in my brain.
You
more
than liked it—you didn’t want to stop!

I squirmed uncomfortably, but I had to admit it was true. I
hadn’t
wanted to stop. There was something about the whole experience—not just the way he tasted or felt in my mouth, it was almost like we were forming some kind of
connection.

Okay,
now
you’re talking crazy,
the little voice informed me.
There’s no connection here. You’re just along for the ride until Sarden gets his sister back and then it’s back to Earth for you. So stop being all mushy and stupid and get the job done.

Right—that was exactly what I intended to do. I made myself look away from Sarden and pay attention to the darkened hallway we now found ourselves in. It was a long, vast corridor and every hundred feet or so, there was a large, lighted window. Honestly, what it most reminded me of was the reptile area at the zoo—where they kept the room dark so you could see the animals on display better.

We came to the first window and Tazaxx stopped, his bare, mud feet slapping against the cold stone floor.

“Now here we have a Zulian,” he said, pointing to the lighted window. “As you can see, I’ve done my best to preserve her in her native habitat. She’s quite lovely, is she not?”

I looked in through the window and saw a kind of lighted aquarium. Inside long, colorful kelp-like plants swayed in pale pink liquid. Swimming through them was an honest-to-God mermaid. She moved with graceful flips of her long green tail, which shone like jewels in the pinkish water and her hair flowed, long and blonde, over her slim shoulders.

My heart went out to this poor creature in captivity—if Sarden hadn’t had a change of heart, that could have been
me
. I thought I had never seen anyone more beautiful and harmless looking.

At least, she
looked
harmless at first.

When we got closer, she swam up to the glass and hissed at Tazaxx, baring a mouthful of sharp, pointed teeth that reminded me of a barracuda. Her eyes went blood red and the tips of her fingers grew three inch long claws—all in the space of a second or two. It was like one of those scary gifs on the Internet where one minute someone looks normal and the next they have a demon face.

“Holy crap!” I jumped back from the window and put a hand to my pounding heart.

“Yes, she is
quite
a spectacle, isn’t she?” Tazaxx was the only one of us who hadn’t started, at least a little, when the mermaid went all feral on us. “Not for sale, I am afraid. Her planet has since been destroyed so she is the only one of her kind left. Really, I did the poor creature a service rescuing her before her home world was blown to smithereens by an errant asteroid.”

I wondered if the feral mermaid felt like he’d done her a “favor.” From the way she continued to snarl and gnash her needle-sharp teeth, it didn’t look like it to me.

We went on to the next window which contained a kind of desert scene. Bright green sand and dry, spiky plants were the first things I saw. A mercilessly hot light—like the sun at noon—beat down from the roof of the room. I could feel its savage heat right through the glass of the display case.

Then one of the “plants”—a large, purple cactus-looking one—moved. First one slender limb, then another and then another, each of them covered with long, sharp needles, shifted in our direction. It looked like the cactus was creeping up on us in slow motion. Only when it got right up to the glass did I see that it had a face with wide, staring eyes, slits for nostrils, and a tiny, lipless mouth.

“A Dendrite,” Tazaxx informed us. “Taken from the barren world of Towen Omega. Also not for sale unless you have the means to care for her properly. She needs a six hundred terra-watt heat ray set to maximum constantly to survive and thrive.”

I looked into the wide, alien eyes of the Dendrite girl and she stared back at me. I couldn’t help thinking again of how this could have been me. What kind of habitat would Tazaxx have built me? A Starbucks?

Here we see the white girl in her natural habitat—notice the counter where she is able to order unlimited variations of a beverage Earthlings call “caw-fee.” There are limitless possible combinations of ingredients for this Earth delicacy but they all taste basically the same…

“If you don’t mind, Tazaxx, my time is somewhat limited,” Sarden remarked, derailing my train of thought. “So I’d like to see only those females you feel you can part with.”

“Very well—can you tell me if you’re looking for anything in particular?” Tazaxx’s mud-brown eyes flashed in the dark hallway.

“Hmm…” Sarden pretended to consider. “Well, I do prefer young females—one can raise them correctly to service if one gets them young enough.”

“Ah, well I
do
have a rather recent acquisition,” Tazaxx remarked. “Sold to me by Byrillian pirates—barely twelve cycles old, as I recall.”

Behind us, I could feel Grav shifting impatiently but he said nothing, though I knew he was itching to see the girl he was warding and make sure she was safe.

“Well…” Sarden pretended to think again, then nodded. “All right. I’ll see her.”

“This way, then.”

Tazaxx in his mud-man shape, led us further down the long, curving, darkened hallway. We were getting pretty far from the molting room and I wondered how far this form would take him, considering he had left most of himself back in the mud puddle. I remembered he had said that he was able to go quite a distance away from the main part of himself—but how far exactly?