Indentured Bride (5 page)

Tabitha allowed herself a languorous glance while still gasping.  He was sitting up on his bent knees with his engorged cock standing outward from his body.  Her trembling hand went to his leg, slid over the bulge of his thigh muscle to the root of his shaft, and clasped it.  He was thick and long, with a purplish color even darker than the rest of his skin.  The cap looked enormous and already gleamed with wetness at the slit.

She rolled so she could face the organ in full.  Her free hand moved up to cradle two firm testicles, exuding heat.  She weighed them in her small hand, fondling gently from one side to the other.  Jaxil closed his eyes and gave a grunt through his nostrils.  Tabitha became transfixed.  He’d yielded control without false bravado.  This just made her want to pleasure him even more.

She brought her lips to his cap and tilted her head so that her tongue could breach his slit.  Jaxil grunted and grasped her hair.  He’d jolted with the move, perhaps unprepared for the sensation.  She switched to sucking him.  The fat tip fit in her mouth with a few inches of his shaft.  She sucked and lapped at him while stroking the rest of his length with her hand.

“Urgh.” 

He started petting her hair.  Tabitha smiled around his cock.  She was rusty, but apparently she was getting something right.  She continued groping his balls with her other hand.  His sounds raised an octave. 

Like that, huh?
 

She continued the pattern with rhythmic bobs of her head.  His sounds were giving her belly flutters.  She tasted some salty dew and got a surge of rapture.  He’d let her own him how she wanted.  The power she had and the sensual sounds he made caused her nipples to harden.  She wanted his glistening tool inside her, but not before she’d driven him insane with pleasure. 

Tabitha pulled up his shaft with a tight fist and latched her mouth to his balls.  Jaxil gave his loudest grunt thus far.  She sucked on one pulsating orb while barraging it with her tongue, then switched to the other.  Jaxil started muttering a guttural oath in his language.  She kept at it, torturing his sweet spots the same way he had hers, while her fist eagerly pumped him.

Jaxil yanked her off him.  She was plucked off by her armpits and thrown back on the bed.  The force he used made her think she’d accidentally hurt him.  Then she saw his wild eyes.  He was still speaking in his tongue with a husky voice, his eyes swimming over her naked body.  His hands coaxed open her thighs.  His thick organ positioned against her slit.  Then he pushed into her.

Tabitha’s eyes rolled back in her head. 
Oh gods yes.
He thrust into the end of her limit with his girth mashing her g-spot.  Her entire sex throbbed with glorious pleasure.  She was stretched open just enough to feel amazing.  If he was even a millimeter bigger he might have hurt her.

He clasped both her soft breasts and began to pump against her with his pelvis.  Tabitha let herself get swept away.  Every push into her made her g-spot buzz with ecstatic heat.  It was echoed by her clit, which felt like it was pulsating.  He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while quickening his thrusts.  Her face grew contorted.  She let out a moan, but his throaty grunts were even louder.  He plowed into her with enough strength to make her whole body move.  Her pussy felt tight again, building towards the prickly sensation before orgasm.  She waited for it, as his cock plunged into her.  When it hit she pulled her shoulders up from the bed and cried out.

Jaxil’s thrust became stilted.  She felt his cock pulsing inside her, while her muscles spasmed—giving his deeply lodged shaft hard squeezes.  Her master sounded like he was snarling.  He thrust with tensed muscles and then craned back his head.

“Hrrgh!”

She felt his seed drip out of her.  His muscles slackened and he lowered to join their mouths.  Tabitha met his tongue between their lips.  She clung to him with both tremulous arms.

Her sex was still twinging around his member.  She felt weak now, as though jellified.  His caressed her neck and shoulders as they kissed, lighting up tingles all over her skin.  When they separated she let out a long breath. 

The gorgeous alien had left her spent.

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Jaxil cuddled her against his body while the embers of their fire cooled.  His fingers slid gently over her ribs.  She nestled her face at the crook of his muscular neck.  For a while she drowsed in the safety and warmth of his hold.  She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but when she woke his yellow eyes were fixed on her.

His lips opened and he said something in his language.  Tabitha admired his face as he spoke.  The words were gibberish to her and she knew he understood that.  But then he placed something in her hand.

She examined the tiny rectangle, forked on one end, and filled with tiny circuits.  Her brows furrowed in confusion.

Jaxil continued to speak to her.  As he did he turned his head around and lifted his hair.  At the base of his skull was a flexible panel, an inch wide and two inches long.  It was pressed neatly into is skin, translucent along the rounded edges. 

Tabitha gaped at this until she realized there was a slot that matched the size of the chip she held.  She reached up with timid fingers and gently pushed it in its place.  It snapped in so that it was flush with the rest of the panel. 

Jaxil felt over the spot with his finger, and then let the dark tresses of his hair lower again.  He turned back toward her.

“Thank you, deearka.”

A slow smile formed on her face.  “Oh my God.”

He traced her jaw with the pad of his finger.  “There was only room for one more.  I didn’t want to waste the spot if I had to give you up.  And now, I’ll do anything to keep you.”

Tears began to brim in her chest.  “Thank you.”

His eyes lowered from hers.  “I still don’t know how.  That’s the trouble.”

She clasped his hand.  “We’ll find a way.”  The words came with desperation. 

Jaxil kissed her fingers.  “How are humans such beautiful, delicate creatures?  Who can make men love them so easily?”

Love?
  She got an ache of tearful joy in her throat.  “How can a Hax-Rah man be so kind?”

“I’m not typical.”

“I know.”  A tear rolled over the side of her cheek.  “I’m so happy that you’re not.”

“Even if I was a proper warrior, I’d still adore someone like you.  You came here with such openness and trust.  And you made me want you—even when I walled myself against that.”

She drew her lips into her mouth to wet them.  “Maybe we were meant to be together?”

He smiled.  Then his finger lowered to draw a circle around her perked nipple.  “May I make love to you again?”

She nodded. 
Oh, yes.

Just as they were finishing their second round an alarm sounded.  Jaxil jolted to his feet.

“Hide under the bed!”  He threw open a chest and took out something that looked like a bazooka.

Tabitha’s heart thundered in her chest.  She dumped her naked body on the floor and crawled to obey.  She saw his strong legs darting from the room.  Then she heard a shriek…from an animal.

She hugged her arms tight around her to try and quiet her shivering.  She almost didn’t want to look.  This was exactly what Jaxil feared, and it happened already.

There was another shriek, so loud it reverberated in her chest.  It was closer now.  It had to be right outside the bedroom window.

Tabitha started to cry.  Was it coming for her?

A laser cannon boomed.  Tabitha’s eyes widened. 
Did he get it?

More animalistic shrieks followed.  It was still alive! 

Please don’t die, Jaxil!

Tears flowed down both sides of her face.  She saw legs entering the bedroom—not human.  Thankfully not that of an animal either.  Diplomo squatted down to look at her.

“Ms. Riley?”

There was a second boom from the laser cannon that deafened her several moments and made the ground leap.  She stared at Diplomo with wide eyes listening for the animal sounds.

“This is unacceptable,” Diplomo said.

She forced words through her sobs.  “Can you help him?”

“I’m afraid not.”  He reached for her with a metal arm.  “Please come out and dress.  If he’s killed I will need to get you to his shuttle to evacuate.”

This made her sob more fiercely, but she let him pull her out.  She pulled on her clothes while darting her eyes from window to window. 

Jaxil…oh please!

The front door opened and slammed.  Tabitha ran out. 

“Ms. Riley!”

Her naked master came into the kitchen and tossed down the gun.  There was blood on his face.  “It’s dead.”

“Oh thank God!”  She ran to him and drew back his hair to look at the blood.  “Are you hurt?”

“This is the jii’tox’s blood.  It didn’t get me.  Almost—but I got a second shot.”

Tabitha squeezed him and wept against his chest.  He brought his arms around her.

“It was off its egg-sack.  Big enough to fly.  But it stayed.”  His voice grew derisive.  “Because it has food here.”

Diplomo entered from the living room.  “You have her language now?  Very good.  Hex-lord, this is not acceptable.”

“Of course it’s not.”

“My duty is to ensure the safety and well-being of this slave.”

She pulled back to look at him.  “I’m not leaving.”

“Ms. Riley, I can’t allow you to remain in situations of imminent danger.”

Tabitha looked at Jaxil.  “I won’t leave.”

She didn’t like what she saw in his face.  It was anguish—as though he’d already lost her. 

Fresh tears bubbled up.  “Please.”

He wove his fingers through her hair.  “Let me dress, deearka.  I’ll call my command.  We’ll see if anything can be done.”

She spoke through sobs.   “There has to be something.” 

“I’ll try, deearka.”

“I would prefer if you allowed me to make a connection to my controllers,” Diplomo said.

“No.”  Jaxil’s voice was sharp.  “I get my chance to try first.”  He let go of Tabitha and stomped past him.  “Stay away from my terminal.”

Tabitha dropped into a chair at the table to try and collect herself.  “I was finally happy.”

“You could remain happy, Ms. Riley.  But you must also be safe.”

She shook her head.  What did a bucket of bolts and rivets know?  Happiness was rarer than a ten pound diamond in her life’s situation now.  She found a bastion of joy away from all the heartache of her conquered world.  How could she lose this?  It would have been better to never come here at all.  To know something wonderful, and then to go back to misery—it seemed a fate worse than death.

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When Jaxil emerged from the bedroom Tabitha and Diplomo came into the living room to stand together behind his terminal.  He took a few minutes to make a connection, then a few minutes more to get one of the people he needed on the line.

Jaxil began talking in his language.  Diplomo leaned near Tabitha.

“He’s asking for a fortified base shield that can withstand a full-grown jii’tox.”

The voice on the other end sounded angry. 

“His commander says he’s not supposed to allow any jii’tox to get to full-grown.”

Jaxil shouted into his microphone while gesturing with his free hand.

“He’s explaining that his mission is impossible.  He can not possibly kill all the jii’tox on this moon by himself.  Even if he killed ten a day—which would be impossible for even three Hex-lords, there would still be dozens outgrowing their egg sacks every week.”

Jaxil’s voice grew quieter, though no less angry.

“He says he understands no help is coming.  He’s willing to accept this.  But now he has a concubine who’s at risk.  He wants for you to be safe so he can hunt without worrying that you’ll be attacked while he’s gone.  He feels this is a reasonable request given the deplorable situation he’s been left to.”

The alien on the other end of the call laughed.  He responded in a way that made Jaxil’s face darken with fury.

“His commander says that you’re here to motivate him to work harder killing the jii’tox.  What kind of motivation will he have if you’re not at risk?  Further more, two carbon heat signatures for the jii’tox to trace will ensure they never launch from the moon.  They will merely hunt this base now.  If he doesn’t want you dead then he better be killing jii’tox every hour of every day.”

“Those bastards,” Tabitha said.  She was incredulous.

Jaxil began screaming at him.  His commander cut him off, and Tabitha heard the word ‘kriskran’.

“His commander says he doesn’t care if Jaxil and an Earth whore die.  He says it’s an appropriate fate for a coward.”

He was hung up on.  The hum of the line droned through the room. 

Jaxil pounded the lever to end the call.  Then he slammed his fists into his side desk, cracking it.  He sat for several moments quaking with anger.  Tabitha kept her distance, despite having renewed tears.  How could they mistreat him after how hard he worked?  The Hax-Rah were despicable—even to their own.

Diplomo stepped forward.  “May I connect to my controller now?”

Jaxil tore himself up and stormed into his bedroom.  “Do whatever you want.”  He slammed his door loud enough to make Tabitha jolt.  She stood in place hugging herself. 

“It’s not right,” she said.  A tumult had built in her chest.   

“I agree,” Diplomo said.  He took a wire from his hand and connected it to a portal in the terminal. 

Tabitha didn’t know why she continued waiting behind the terminal.  Her fate was sealed by an insidious race of alien bastards.  The pain she felt was no longer focused on herself.  Jaxil was her hero and his own people condemned him.  She’d go away, back to her former misery.  Probably to have more experiments done on her.  Diplomo might have claimed he would protect her, but the bastards did whatever they want.  They could sneak her away or claim she died. 

The worse thing to her now is what Jaxil had to endure.  He’d lose her.  He’d be condemned to hopelessness and loneliness toiling in his impossible mission for ungrateful commanders.  Eventually a jii’tox would kill him and eat him.