RavishedbyMoonbeam (6 page)

“Let. Me. Go.” She squirmed and kicked and punched. He
flipped her over easily. “You sadistic monster.” Her knee connected with his
hard
spicka
and Krol groaned, doubling over in pain while tightening his
hold on her.

“Warrior Krol Nowak, do you require assistance?” A Fixer
rushed to his side, reaching out with his healing hands.

“My Krol!” His Danielle recoiled from the approaching male
and wrapped her naked body around Krol’s torso.

“Do
not
touch her,” he snarled, baring his teeth and
rattling his ridges. The Fixer snatched his hands back. “Leave us.” Krol turned
and huddled over her tiny form, placing his body protectively between the males
and his
druzka
.

The males exited their sleeping chamber, apologizing profusely.
Krol ignored them, focusing his full attention on his Danielle. She curled up
in his lap, clinging to his arms, and stared at him with wide eyes. Her body
shook, her skin rubbing against his.

“I will protect you, my Danielle.” Krol carefully rested his
forehead ridges against her smooth skin, brushing the tips of their noses. As
their breaths mingled, he tasted the bitter flavor of her fear, and a killing
rage clutched him, arresting all of his cognitive functions.

She is mine.

His Danielle touched his face, tracing his angles with her
delicate fingertips, and petted his skin, calming him with her caresses. His
chest warmed as Krol’s rage flowed into an emotion he had no name for. As the
feelings originated with his Danielle, he released them back into her care,
brushing his lips with hers, soothing the reddened flesh with his tongue. They
kissed with a slow, evocative tenderness, finding their strength in each other.

“You…” She took a deep breath, the rise of her chest
brushing her curves against his arm. “You must think I’m scared and weak.” She
glared at him in challenge. “I’m not. I simply overreacted, that’s all. I know
he wouldn’t have hurt me because he’s your friend, but we had rules, and
following the rules is important because if one rule is broken, so is trust.”
She tilted her chin upward.

Although he couldn’t decipher all of her word sharing, Krol
understood the source of her fear. “No male will touch you, my Danielle,” he
reassured her. He stroked her spine. The spot was soft and pleasing to the
touch, but it was also devoid of hard bone, and vulnerable to attack. “I will
keep you safe.”

“I could keep myself safe if I had a gun,” his Danielle
grumbled.

Krol grinned. “I give you a weapon. You terminate me.” He
hugged her closer to him.

“Likely.” She laughed, and the tightness inside him
loosened. “But you deserve it, talking about me being a mission and my inferior
ass.” His Danielle coupled her false frown with sparkling eyes.

“Not talking about your inferior ass.” Krol rolled her onto
the sleeping unit until she was positioned face down, her back toward him. “I
will fuck your inferior ass.” He rummaged through his garments and located the
jar of lube, holding it up for her inspection. “I have lube.”

My big, protective alien has lube.
Danielle smiled at
his excitement, and she pushed up onto her knees and elbows. “Slather that lube
on my ass, my Krol.” She slanted her ass up toward him, giving him access to
more of her body. “Make my hole as wet and slippery as my pussy.”

He carefully spread her ass cheeks and the cool bedroom air
flowed over her skin. The arousing scent of leather tickled her nostrils as he
oiled her crease and teased her rim.

“Stick your finger in there,” she coached her cautious
alien. “I want to feel you right up my ass.” He inserted his index finger and
she moaned, feeling every knuckle ridge. “Yes. That’s it. Pump me. Stretch me.
Prepare me for your cock.”

“You are small, my Danielle.” His voice was edged with
despair and excitement. “So very small.” Krol fingerfucked her, adding more and
more lube until he slid in easily. Then he added a finger, stretching her even
more. His fingers were thick and calloused and alien, unlike anything she’d
ever had up her ass. She reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy as he
worked her butthole.

“My Danielle.” His breathing grew as ragged as hers.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” she warned him. “I want your cum
in my ass.” She arched into his hand. “Squirt lube on that monster cock and
feed it slowly to me. No thrusts or you’ll tear me apart.”

“I will not damage you, my Danielle,” he promised, testing
her tight hole with his broad cock head.

God. He’s huge.
“Slowly.” She clenched the bedcovers
in her fingers, trying to relax as he pushed into her, her body resisting his
invasion. “Slowly.” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from whimpering.

“We are not compatible.” He stopped, his cock head splitting
her ass in half, the burn excruciating.

“We are, my Krol, so give me your damn cock.” She kept her
face turned forward, knowing if he saw her expression of pain, he’d never take
her ass, and she desperately needed him inside her.

He pushed and pushed and pushed until he passed the ring of
resistance and the torturous slide eased in intensity. “My Danielle.” He
groaned, sinking balls deep into her ass, his vibrating shaft sending
stimulating tremors throughout her body. “My observation was erroneous. Your
ass is superior to all other asses.”

Danielle smiled smugly. “Even yours?” She was stuffed,
filled with hard alien male.

“Yes.” Krol caressed her ass cheeks, exploring her with his
fingertips. “I cannot fuck my own ass.” His cock pulsed with short, steady
palpitations inside her.

“Hmmm…” She swayed back on him, pushing him in deeper,
testing the snug fit. “You feel good.” Butt-tingling pleasure surpassed pain.
“And you’ll feel even better if you move.”

Krol made a disgruntled noise that was half groan, half
growl and all horny male. “Silence.” He cuffed her right butt cheek, his palm
rough and warm and heavy. “You converse excessively.” He rocked into her with a
gentle, lazy rhythm, gliding his cock head in and out of her puckered hole.

“Fuck you, Krol,” she taunted him.

“Your Krol.” He slapped her ass, the sting drawing moisture
from her empty pussy. “I am your Krol.” She arched her back, lifting her flesh
for more punishment. “And I fuck you.” He heated her skin with his hand as he
thrust into her harder and faster, the rub of his hips against her curves
adding even more sweet pain. “You do not fuck me.”

“We’ll see about that.” She pushed her ass backward, driving
herself onto his cock. “Oh, yeah.” She laughed, embracing the burn. “I’m
fucking you now, aren’t I?”

“No.” Krol lowered his chest to curtail her movements. He
wrapped one hand around her torso while bracing his weight with the other. She
was trapped, caged by his muscular body, and she trembled with excitement. “I
fuck you, my Danielle.” He cupped and squeezed her breasts with his rough
fingers.

He ravaged her ass with long, hard strokes while she surged
back and bucked upward, forcing him to subdue her more forcefully. He did so
easily because he was bigger and stronger, a fierce alien warrior, worthy of
restraining her, worthy of restraining her forever.

Danielle froze.
Why am I thinking of Krol and forever?

He grazed her shoulder blade with his razor-sharp teeth and
swayed her body with his thrusts, flooding her body with sensation, and she
left all thinking behind. There was no forever. There was only now, with him
over her, his cock splitting her ass in two, his hard ridges grinding against
her skin and his big hand on her left breast.

“Harder. Oh my Krol. Harder.” She panted, a breath-stealing
orgasm winding around her body. She’d never before come from anal sex, but
she’d never before had Krol up her ass, plunging his big, vibrating cock into
her, bouncing his hairless balls against her wet pussy.

“My Danielle.” He grunted, driving forward harder, his shaft
movements growing frantically faster. “My Danielle.”

He pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger and
she screamed, both her pussy and her ass convulsing with an acute sharpness.
Krol twisted her abused flesh, adding more delicious pain as he came, bellowing
her name. Another wave of pleasure rolled over her.

“Fuck.” She collapsed upon the funky space bed, her brain
depleted of any other words. His cock slipped from her ass, yet Danielle’s
connection to him remained.

“Fuck,” he repeated as he sprawled out beside her. “My
Danielle.” Krol gathered her to him and rested his chin in the curve of her
shoulder. His warm breath wafted against her skin and his chest ridges gently
brushed against her back.

They lay in companionable silence, and in his arms, Danielle
felt safe and secure and peaceful.
Peace is an illusion
, her mother’s
voice echoed in her mind.
The emotion surrounding me is an illusion.

You are a critical mission.
Her spine stiffened as
she remembered his careless words.
I’m merely a mission for him, a way for
him to ensure the continuation of his species. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t
care.

“Why me, my Krol?” She turned to face him. Her warrior’s
swirling black-and-green eyes were half-closed and his chin was lax, not a
single concern etched in his strong countenance. “Why did you abduct me? Was it
because I was the first woman you saw?”
Oh God. Please say no.

Krol raised his head and frowned, his lips black and severe.
“You are my Danielle.” He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His coarse
fingertips lingered over the curve of her cheek, sending tremors of sensation
over her skin.

“But what makes me your Danielle?” She pressed for the
answer she needed, yet dreaded. “What makes me special?” She placed her
trembling palms flat on his chest ridges, his body heat strengthening her
resolve.

Krol stared at her with his forehead ridges condensed, as if
he was trying to decipher what she asked.
He doesn’t understand.
Danielle sighed, frustrated by the gap in communication.
He—

“I observed a recording posted on your World Wide Web
communications system,” Krol explained. “A human male terminated a canine
warrior without justification. He then aimed the primitive weapon toward his
own offspring.” Her alien lover glowered and his eyes turned pitch-black.
Danielle gazed at him with awe, enthralled by his intensity. “You risked
termination, placing your fragile body between the weapon and the offspring.”

“I lived.” Although she’d thought she wouldn’t. Danielle
closed her eyes, reliving the moment. Her heart pounded. Her hands curled into
fists. “The dog survived also.”

“You will
not
risk termination again, my Danielle.”
Krol cupped her face between his big hands. “I will protect our offspring. You
are a warrior. I am the
best
warrior,” he declared proudly.

Danielle glared at him. “You are a—”

He placed his finger over her lips. A loud whine came from
the adjoining room. “Puppy.” Krol issued a series of short barks. Small feet
padded on the floor’s metallic surface. “He tires of his solitude,” he
explained.

The bed dipped as the pit bull puppy joined them. He bounced
toward Krol, his tail wagging enthusiastically. When he reached his master,
Puppy licked his green-and-black ridged face all over with his big, sloppy
tongue. Her strong, fierce alien laughed, his mouth stretching into a goofy
smile, and that part of Danielle she’d been keeping cold and reserved melted.

The two males exchanged barks as they wrestled around on the
bed. Puppy nipped at Krol’s fingers and toes and ridges. Krol counterattacked,
using a slender fraction of his speed and strength, his taunting taps leaving
no bruises on her much smaller pet.
He’d make a good dad.
As soon as
that wistful thought formed, Danielle banished it from her mind.
Concentrate
on the here and now. Leave forever for tomorrow.

Alien and dog played until a subdued Puppy flopped down at
their feet, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “His energy levels require
restoring.” Krol grinned at her.

Danielle raised a hand to her mouth, covering her yawn.
“Mine do too.” She wiggled closer to his big body, snuggling into his angles,
his body seductively warm.

“Restore your energy levels, my Danielle.” Krol wrapped his
arms around her and pulled her tightly to him. “I will protect you.”

Chapter Four

“I feel naked.” Danielle ignored the males lining the
corridors, staring at her. Although they were as brightly colored as her lover,
none of them were as tall or as strong or as badass. “Look at you,” she told
Krol as they walked. “Now look at me.” She pulled at her skintight space
dominatrix outfit, the breastplate digging into her side. “What am I missing?”

“I look at you always, my Danielle.” Krol’s smile didn’t
reach his eyes. Over the last four days, he’d been relaxed and frisky, but that
attitude had changed this morning. He was back to being dour and grim and a bit
frightening. “And you are missing a
spicka
.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” She rolled her eyes. “Why do you have
guns and daggers and other goodies and I have nothing? You say I’m a warrior.
Well, warriors have weapons.”

A door to a room she hadn’t yet explored slid open. “I
should at least have—”

She stopped short, and Krol bumped her forward. An alien
with Krol’s black-and-green coloring sat on a silver metallic space chair, the
flimsy-looking seat positioned in the middle of the room. Sprawled over the
male’s lap was Danielle’s identical twin. She was naked and crying, and her ass
cheeks were red. The alien paused in mid-spank. “Warrior Krol Nowak. Warrior
Danielle Nowak.” He gave them a curt nod.

Danielle gazed up at Krol and she took his hand, curling her
fingers around his big palm. “My Krol,” she cautioned.