Alien General's Fated: SciFi Alien Romance (Brion Brides) (16 page)

She cried out, pushing against his hand fingering her relentlessly, desperate to cum. The general responded immediately, not letting her finish. Aria could only gasp in wonder when he lifted her out of the water in one swift movement. She was left sitting on the bath's edge, the cold floor in sharp contrast to the warm water.

She threw her head back with a cry when the general nudged her legs apart and pressed his tongue to her pussy. Her body was too oversensitive to register anything other than the most maddening, delicious torture. Ryden licked her clit, twirling his tongue around the nub with practiced ease, sucking it gently into his mouth and licking it again.

He never repeated a motion, leaving Aria completely at his mercy, her legs trembling from the rush of pleasure. She let herself fall backward to lie down on the floor, feeling the general push his fingers inside her again, working her open anew.

She lost track of time and space. The only thing that existed was Ryden, his hot tongue on her pussy, darting inside between his fingers to lick her wetness. Her cries turned from ones of simple pleasure to pleading, begging. He had to understand how much she wanted him, needed him,
ached
for him.

No man had ever done that to her before. She'd been lucky to have an orgasm with earlier partners, but Ryden brought her close to cumming a second time with no effort. She was bucking wildly against him, pulling on his short hair, desperate for more contact, more of the torture she feared and wanted to never end.

She had to get her voice to work again, otherwise Aria feared she would pass out from pleasure and never get to enjoy what it would feel like to be fucked by a cock that huge.

"I..." she tried, helplessly. "
Ryden
."

An insane thought crossed her mind, out of the blue like all her thoughts in that moment when she was reduced to her basest instincts. It was whether it was
okay
for her to call the general that when he hadn't given her permission. She almost laughed out loud, delirious from the orgasmic buildup.

Yes
, she thought,
I wonder if it's okay if I call the man going down on me this very minute by his name
.

She was losing, fast. Aria wasn't entirely sure what she was losing, but it was clear that she was. Ryden's body was strong and firm between her spread legs, feeling like warm marble. She wanted more, to touch him, grip his cock and see if she could make him so utterly lost in pleasure too. But she wanted his cock inside her more.

"
Please
," she begged. "Oh God please,
fuck me
, I can't take it anymore, I need you, I need you... please!”

Her voice broke when Ryden pulled away from her, the lust rendering her speechless. She put her hands on the general's shoulders and let herself be lowered back into the water. Aria slipped her hand between his legs, feeling his cock rock hard under her fingers. When she gave him a stroke, she thought she heard the slightest of gasps. Then he grabbed her and flipped her around, making her kneel on the steps, bent over the bath's edge.

“Hey!” she yelped in protest.

Not fair, I was only starting to have fun—

All thoughts were gone from her mind; only sensations stayed when Ryden pushed himself inside with a grunt. Aria gripped the edge of the bath desperately, her mouth hanging open, unable to even gasp for air, frozen in place.

The general was huge, so big that even after all that preparation and water to slick the way, her pussy still struggled to take him. She gritted her teeth. There was no way she'd give in to the sharp sense of pain. Not when the pleasure of being filled by Ryden's cock was threatening to rob her of the last sense in her mind.

Aria had never felt anything that good in her life. Ryden's cock inside her felt magnificent, thick and hot and throbbing with need, but he didn't move yet, giving her time to adjust. She felt the walls of her pussy clenching around the shaft, milking it hungrily, desperate to take it. Aria grinned. Her body was intent to be fucked by the general no matter what.

She gasped when he slowly started pulling out and then pushed back in, making her pussy spread wider than it ever had before. Aria bent down to rest her upper body on the cold floor, feeling the angle adjust. The sensation ripped through her like a shock wave, sending a violent tremble through her body.

Ryden groaned behind her, covering her body with his own.

Aria had a second to grab hold of the edge as well as she could before he truly moved.

Wrong again
, said her body, because Aria's mind was happily long gone to deep delirium.

Simply feeling the general's cock pushing into her had been nothing compared to being fucked by him. One after another, his thrusts picked up speed and force, knocking the air right out of her lungs for the second time that day.

Aria braced herself as well as she could, but every stroke sent her slamming against the bath wall, crying out. It should have hurt, it probably did, but she didn't register it.

All she felt was divine, transcendent pleasure. She arched her back, pushing her ass back against the general, presenting her wet pussy for him to take. Ryden's hands were gripping her hips, pulling her hard against him with each stroke.

When a cry of pain slipped in with cries of pleasure, he slowed down, making Aria sob.

"No, please—" she begged, "don't stop, please don't stop, it feels so good..."

Her words dissolved into gibberish after that. They turned into moans and gasps and finally, broken sobs of helpless excitement, no longer even able to answer the general's thrusts. Aria was left merely trying to hold onto her sanity when her orgasm reached her, shivers racking her body from head to toe.

She felt Ryden wincing behind her. His thrusts become erratic, echoing through her spent body as she collapsed, moaning in pleasure when she felt him cumming inside her. Aria felt his warm seed spill into her pussy. She clenched down on his cock, pulling every drop inside her.

All strength was gone from her body, the orgasm taking every ounce out of Aria. When Ryden pulled back, she nearly slipped under the water before the general caught her with an amused chuckle, and helped her sit up.

She slid to rest her head against his broad chest, feeling his heart beat fast, coming down from the high.

I could get used to this
, she thought.
I don't care what Sota says
.

Ryden was sitting next to her, combing his fingers gently through her wet hair. The feeling was so relaxing Aria had almost fallen asleep in his arms when he said:

"I thought it would be you."

Her eyes snapped open and she was instantly awake. There was only one thing a Brion would refer to like that. Their sacred binding, the joining of the
gesha
and the
gerion
. It meant Ryden had thought she was his
gesha
.

It also meant that she wasn't.

It
also
meant…

"You were trying to provoke the binding?" Aria asked, pulling away from the general. "Before. Right now. All this time, it was you trying to see if you'd feel something?"

Ryden was looking at her with something akin to sadness in his eyes. Aria had no pity for him. She had only blinding rage, something only a woman who feels betrayed could experience.

"Not only," the general said, "I
did
want you. I still want you. If you'll have me."

"I absolutely will not," Aria hissed, realizing she was snapping at a Brion general too late.

Somehow, she felt she was entitled to. Oh God, she was one of those silly girls after all.

"Why?" the general asked, turning to her. "I know you enjoyed this as much as I did."

Aria didn't answer. The truth wasn't an easy one to bear. Before, she'd been thrilled at the prospect of letting the feared general fuck her, an experience she might never get again. But something had changed when it actually happened. She didn't know why, but it hurt like nothing else ever had to know she was not the one for him. Aria hadn't wanted the general, shouldn't have felt bad about it all. In fact, she should have been overjoyed that the fuck could be exactly that and nothing more.

Instead she felt like her heart was being ripping out of her chest, not even knowing why.

 

Aria refused to tell him that. Her pride was back with a vengeance.

"Leave," she said quietly, instead. "Get out of my rooms."

Ryden looked like he was about to protest, but Aria gave him the most furious look she could muster. The water suddenly felt cold around her. And the pain in her heart, the feeling of being used and begging for it to happen, was almost unbearable.

She didn't look at him when he got out of the bath and dressed. She knew his body might make her regret her decision to have nothing to do with him anymore outside of her duties.

"Aria."

Her head snapped up at that, unbidden. The general was standing by the door, looking so good in his armor, powerful and invincible. Aria had to bite her lip not to say anything to stop him from going.

"I meant I
hoped
it would be you," Ryden said.

It took a whole lot more willpower not to answer that, but after a long moment of silence, Aria was left alone.

Right then, the alarms blared. She knew that sound. Aria looked up, knowing that somewhere above her head, a threat had been detected in the system. She didn't know if it was the Clayor armies or whether one of the supposed ally armies had decided to attack the Brions. All she knew was that it had begun.

And she would have no time to grieve for a love lost that had never even happened.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Ryden

 

The alarms going off everywhere on Ilotra shouldn't have made him glad, but they did.

Ryden had never thought of himself as a naturally patient person. His place was in the thick of action, where the fighting was the hardest, the bloodiest. All this planning, worrying, dealing with the council... it had made his skin itch.

Now, finally, there would be something real. Sure, there would still be Clayors and the general knew his real opponent was somewhere on Ilotra with him. Only there was an urgency to it. A sense of the
now
. He always worked best when he had to make quick decisions, when lives depended on his choices.

He allowed himself one pleased smile when the outer rim announced that the first Clayor ships had jumped to the system.

Of course, the first were blown to pieces. Ilotra was fairly safe in the shadow of the gas giant Ilo. Farther away at the system's edge, the Union's patrols greeted the enemies first, along with support from all four gathered fleets. It didn't surprise Ryden in the least how many had volunteered. Waiting wasn't a natural state for any warrior; they longed for action.

The feared Brion general Faren's words were starting to make more sense to him every day. The cold warlord had often said that being a general was nothing to desire, because practically no one who wanted to be one understood what it meant.

Right at that moment, for Ryden, it meant watching from Ilotra as his captains went to war against the enemy. Every inch of him ached to leave it all behind and join them, but he knew that he couldn't leave Ilotra until the Host did. No matter how big the armies were the hive mind threw at him, the Host remained the most dangerous enemy. The only one that mattered.

Ryden had already seen his handiwork. The Host hadn't executed the massacre on his own, but the command center had definitely been him. Breaking through Brion ranks like that... not even a squad of champions would have been able to do that.

His first order was for the shield to be brought up. That seemed like a coward's tactic, but he firmly reminded himself that protecting the fortress was his duty. And that hiding behind a shield wasn't cowardice, but tactics. There was nothing glorious about inviting death when it could have been avoided.

He was in the command center when Aria arrived, panting heavily. Her beautiful eyes were bright, alive. Afraid, yes, but ready to do her part.

Seeing her was both exhilarating and distracting. Ryden hadn't lied to her before. He really had wanted Aria to be his
gesha
, but it seemed the fates had other plans for him. That didn't mean merely looking upon the little Terran wasn't bittersweet. She called to him, but every inch of her was farther from him than ever before.

"General," Aria said, avoiding his gaze. "Is it the enemy?"

She took a seat behind one of the consoles, seeing for herself. With a few quick moves, she was bringing up detailed reports of the situation. He watched Aria checking the status of the shield, then moving on to bringing some of the weapons up, ready to blast the enemy ships. Hadn't she mentioned some of them were her own design?

Fate better have something amazing in store
, Ryden thought, looking at her with not a little regret.

"Commander," one of his own warriors called. "There has been a sighting."

Ryden rounded on the man at once.

"Where?" he demanded.

He hadn't stopped running the scans for a moment. His officers were doing their absolute best to try and distinguish the Host from the regular Clayors. Any hint they got, Ryden went to see personally. After seeing the bodies the Host had left behind—most of them had been cleaned away when he led Aria to the center—he was intent not to let any other civilian face the creature. Maybe not even his own warriors. If there was anyone on Ilotra who could take it down, Ryden knew it was him.

The screen showed the Host not far from them. A trap, an obvious trap, the general knew that, but it was a tactic he and the hive mind both seemed to like. The risk was too great. The Host was heading toward the shield generator. Ryden wondered if it was its actual destination, but it made little difference. He couldn't let it reach the hangar.

But if it did, he'd need Aria there to observe the damage and fix it if she could.

"Aria," he said. "Come with me."

She looked surprised, but came along as he'd ordered. Ryden liked that, another on the long list of things he liked about her, especially opposed to everyone else on Ilotra. She listened to him and didn't question his orders when time was of the essence. That was how things worked with his own warriors. Aria being able to replicate that feeling in him—that was quite something.