Authors: Emma Paul
Corbin's Captive (13 page)
Corbin motioned for her to stay silent and not move. An entrance led to a tunnel where the movement came from. He walked slowly towards it.
A familiar scent lingered in the air. Corbin relaxed. He waited a moment before stepping into the darkness. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was able to make out an outline of a petite figure, crouching behind a large bolder.
"There you are little one. Come out, no one is here to harm you."
He stepped back, letting the being come forward without feeling threatened. Yani called out to him. He motioned her to come forward.
"What, who is it?"
Silently telling her to stay still, Corbin waved the creature forward.
"Come now Nytia. It's okay."
Yani gasped the moment she saw the alien. He took Nytia by the hand and had her face Yani.
"This is Nytia, one of the last Morey on Yor."
Yani's shocked expression roamed over the lithe, tight, body of the young Morey. The Morey's skin was pale and shimmered with a silvery hue. Lovely golden eyes, framed by black-tipped lashes, set off her androgynous face.
Instead of hair, a shaggy stripe of cottony soft pelt started at the top of her head and trailed down her neck, thinning to a straight line and ending just above her plump, small, ass.
"Morey? But I thought they were extinct."
Corbin handed a piece of dried meat to Nytia. "As far as everyone else is concerned, they are."
Yani shook her head, obviously not understanding his logic. "You mean you are the only one who knows about them? I'm assuming there are others?"
He nodded, "Yes, and now you know too."
Nytia took the meat and climbed atop a large flat rock, squatted down and began to eat. She was a beautiful creature. Like all her species, Nytia possessed both male and female sex organs.
It was amusing to see Yani watching the young Morey with such morbid interest. Since Nytia wore very little clothing, the breasts, and penis between her thighs, no doubt confused her.
"They are hermaphroditic. Some possess more male characteristics, while others have more feminine appearances, however all are capable of fathering and birthing offspring."
Yani turned to him. "How did they survive, if the virus killed the other clans before the Dregs found an antidote?"
Corbin held out his hand to her and she took it. "It was presumed that they perished as well, however, the virus specifically attacked the estrogen in females. And because they have both male and female hormones, while they did become ill, their testosterone was able to counteract the virus long enough for the Dreg antidote to cure them, once we released it into the atmosphere."
Nytia hopped off the rock and sauntered over to them. Her slender, five and a half foot, frame swayed gracefully as she walked.
"Dar Corbin, you come with me to the under-village. Sylvana wishes to question you."
Corbin nodded once to Nytia, and turned to Yani. "We should go. Sylvana is their Sovereign Leader."
They rolled up the pallet then packed all of their belongings. Corbin took Yani's hand and they followed Nytia into one of the tunnels.
Corbin held onto Yani firmly by his side, making sure she remained next to him in the darkness, as they made their way down into the belly of the cave.
He wondered what Sylvana wanted from him. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe Kaden and the others had somehow found out where they had gone. The Morey were experts at hiding from view. They had not made contact with the trackers.
However, he also knew his presence would put the peaceful tribe in jeopardy. Before the Clan Wars broke out between the Dregs, Dracos and Velix, the Morey were nomadic tribes that drifted through the dessert. Because of their passive nature, the other clans, including the Dregs, often exploited them.
It shamed Corbin that his own clan had used the gentle Morey for sexual slavery and menial labor. He found out about their existence during one of his dessert trips to escape his father's violent thrashings. To his way of thinking, Corbin felt a unique connection with the Morey. Like him, others treated them like outcasts.
Bright light filtered into the tunnel as they approached a large dome shaped opening that led to an enormous multi-level cavern.
He heard Yani suck in her breath. "Oh sweet Ver, It's beautiful."
This wasn't the first time Corbin had come to the Morey's underground village. Torches made from firestones hung from rock arches carved from the cave's walls, high above them. They rose with each level, so that the most highest appeared to be like twinkling stars. A cascade of different colored lights created an almost ethereal atmosphere.
The main floor of the cave held all the social and communal areas. Shops, merchant stands, and all the needs a typical village would possess, lined the pathways paved by the Morey. As the levels ascended, smaller caves, dozens of them, created the familial living areas.
He squeezed Yani's hand, "It is, isn't it?" He pointed to a particularly brightly colored area that possessed lush vegetation and a multitude of flowers and intertwining vines.
"There are the breeding gardens." He wagged his eyebrows at her and she rolled her eyes, before smiling shamelessly, and playfully slapping his arm.
As they walked through the market place, several Morey stopped and stared at Yani. They would never harm her, yet he still felt the need to put his arm around her shoulders and pull her closer.
She instinctually wrapped her arm around his waist.
Nytia led them to stone steps that spiraled up and around the wall of the cavern. At the top of the steps was a large leaf canopy, made from vines, stone pillars and the giant petals of desert flowers.
Sylvana stood with his back to them. More masculine then most of his species, the Morey leader was also taller and more muscular in comparison. He turned and acknowledged Corbin.
"Dar Corbin, it is good to see you again." The Morey leader's eyes roamed over Yani, and then settled back on Corbin.
"I see you bring a guest."
Corbin took a step forward and bowed in respect. "I am told you wish to speak with me."
Sylvana motioned them to sit on the plush, fur, pillows tossed about the floor. A young, feminine, Morey approached with a tray of fresh fruits and drink. She was completely naked, except for a collar and belly chain.
Her pert breasts poked up with two stiff, pink tips. The penis between her legs was small, which meant that she was most likely a primary breeder for the Morey. The more masculine, like Sylvana, usually assumed the role of fathering young.
Sylvana took a drink and handful of berries, then offered the platter to Corbin and Yani. "I will not assume that you are unaware of the precarious danger you have put my people in."
Corbin bit into a piece of
Ja-root
before sighing deeply. He was afraid somehow, the tracking party had found, and followed them, into the desert lands.
"How close are Kaden and the others?
Sylvana nodded, his expression dire, as if Corbin had just confirmed his suspicions. "They are about two days trek from our village. We cannot risk them finding us. My people will not go back to live by the whims of another clan."
His voice was stern.
Kaden would never enslave the Morey again, but they had reason to fear their past.
"I understand. I ask that you give us a day to rest. We will leave before the trackers reach the perimeters of your village."
Sylvan bent forward and put his hand on Corbin's shoulder. "I am sorry, Dar Corbin, you have full use of our hospitality for a day then."
He stood and motioned two of his servants to accompany him down the steps. Stopping mid-way, Sylvana turned to look over his shoulder, "May the Ancients protect you both."
The Morey breeding gardens were breathtaking. Learning that Nal and company had, somehow, managed to track them to the deserts was devastating news. Corbin's struggle to remain Trill free had taken a toll on him. Still she admired his resolve to defeat his demons.
His past still haunted him though. All she could do was try to keep his mind occupied, and give him the tenderness she knew he craved more than his drug.
Spending the last few hours of their time in the Morey village at the breeding gardens was her idea. They entered through a curtain of hanging vines with wonderfully scented yellow, blue and green flowers woven through them.
The splendor of the gardens came into view. They both stood, mouths open, awe inspired by the beauty of the cascading waterfall, surrounded by a tapestry of giant pink and white desert flowers. How the Morey managed to grow a virtual oasis of exotic plants, trees, and plush digi-beds, underground was astonishing.
"Have you ever seen anything like this?" Her voice came out breathless.
Corbin squeezed her hand. They walked down the tiered stone steps carved into the side of the cave's wall. When they reached the bottom level, with its natural pool of clear fresh water, the groaning of Morey couples in the midst of sex-play reached their ears.
All around them, several people engaged in all forms of lovemaking. Yani couldn't help but become aroused watching so many beautiful beings, undulating and swaying, in a rhythmic dance of seduction.
Corbin tugged her towards a lush bed of red and yellow digi-moss. It rose two levels up. Pillars made from rock stood about three feet apart, with rope vines hanging from the braided branches that connected them at the top. In the center, at knee level, was a slab of stone that stretched across the width and tilted slightly forward. A thick layer of soft flower petals and digi-moss covered the top for comfort. The thought of being tied to those pillars, her body bare, open and helpless to Corbin’s whim, had her pussy pooling with juices. She licked her lips.
Yani looked up at Corbin, a wicked grin split his lips. Oh yes, apparently they were thinking the same thing. Her body responded with throbbing tingles, tantalizing her intimate flesh. She bit her lip and yanked her hand from Corbin's grip, stunning him for a second, before she giggled and took off towards the pillars.
Corbin's deep growl behind her as he pursued, sent shivers down her spine. She barely reached out to one of the vines on the pillar, when his strong arm snaked around her waist and twirled her around to face him.
His lips crashed down on hers and she relished the passion he enflamed within her. Her head buzzed with rising need, her body heated with demanding arousal. When he finally broke their kiss, Yani found herself facing out over the gardens.
The pool below rippled with waves from Morey lovers bucking and grinding against each other, as they playfully swam and fucked. Across from her, the multicolored flowerbeds, illuminated by the firestones strategically drilled into the side of jagged stone overhangs, cast a rainbow across the waterfall.
The scene evoked erotic, peaceful feelings in her.
Corbin urged her down to her knees. He kissed her temple before taking her left wrist and tying the vine around it, then doing the same with the other wrist.
Yani pulled on her new binds and found herself securely bound to the pillars. Her arms were now out to the sides, tied above her head. She trembled, anticipating the feeling of Corbin’s comforting strength around her. Yani let her senses take over.
The pillars actually leaned forward somewhat, so her upper body hung over the activity in the lower grounds. The slab of digi covered stone supported her mid-abdomen. With her legs spread wide, Corbin tied two more vines around her ankles. A warm breeze caressed her skin. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the desert flowers encircling them with their exotic beauty.
Yani looked over her shoulder and met Corbin's lust filled gaze. She smiled and purposely licked her lips, before blowing him a kiss.
"Naughty girl."
He spoke with a masked grin, trying to admonish her and failing miserably. His arousal was more than evident, as he had already removed his cock cover.
Corbin’s cock stood straight out from his groin, pointing eagerly at her. Oh how she loved the sight of his naked form. He was so beautifully made. To her, Corbin was perfect.
He made quick work of securing her lower limbs to a couple of small posts elevated off the ground by at least twelve inches.
To make the position more comfortable, Corbin placed two additional layers of moss under her knees and lower legs. He then placed another layer under her lower belly, thrusting her ass up farther, arching her back a bit more, not uncomfortably so.
She should feel shameful allowing him to tie her up this way, but all she could do was laugh and wiggle her backside, taunting him. A sharp slap across her rump only made her pussy wetter. Sacred Ancients, why did this man make her so unraveled, so uninhibited to the point, she would allow him to do anything he wanted?
Control was always hers with other lovers. Yet with Corbin, she eagerly coveted his dominance.
He suddenly appeared in her line of vision, his big dick eye level. She looked up to see his gorgeous eyes twinkling down on her.
Corbin reached down and stroked the side of her face with his fingertips, the touch both soothing and loving. "Hmm, what should I do with you now? So helpless and inviting."
Yani bit her lip and swallowed, wetting her dry throat. It seemed all her fluids were rushing to the trembling flesh between her thighs. She was so exposed. So wide open. Ready. Waiting. Knotted arousal tightened her lower belly. She shook, trying to keep herself from crying out, for him to fuck her hard and long.
He squatted down, so his face hovered barely an inch from hers. She almost came when he licked his lips and blew warm breath on hers.
"I know what I want to do, Yani ... would you like to know too?"
She couldn't form any coherent words. Her body quaked under his hot attention. All she could manage was a weak shake of her head.
"I believe I will take that delectable ass of yours, Yani. I'm going to fuck you so thoroughly in your ass, that you will beg me to fill you thusly again and again."