Thursday, July 12, 2018

Star Talker: Part 21: Conquest


"Where is Selena?" Rha'han barked the moment he walked in the door.

Daila jumped, wide-eyed at his tone. "In...in the study, Master."

Rha'han growled and marched toward the lift tube, impatient at the ever consistent speed of the damned thing. His annoyance wanted stairs to lope up so she could hear the stomp of his boots as he stalked toward her. The door to the study where his defiant little mate hid flew open before he approached it, as if somehow it could sense his anger. He stormed into the room, eyes darting, seeking her out, but she wasn't there. He growled again, preparing to turn and hunt her down.

There was a feral hiss behind him before a soft, feminine form slammed into his back, hooking thick legs between his upper and lower arms, wrapping her fists around his horns. She jerked his head back and forth, her strength surprising, given the softness of her figure and the pure academic he had pegged her for. He tried to pry her locked ankles apart, but he could feel the muscles beneath the flesh straining against his greater strength. Sharp teeth sank into his shoulder, sharper than they should have been for a Terran.

He roared at the pain, reaching back to dislodge the wild female attacking him. The way she'd lodged herself between his arms had been an impressively clever move, making it awkward to grab at her. He dropped to his knees and rolled forward, hearing a feminine grunt as his weight bowled over her, her bite going slack. The grip of her ankles broke and he took the opportunity to flip over, tearing his horns from her little hands. He pinned her wrists, looming his massive form over her, eyes boring into her. Her eyes were aglow with primal fire, the pupils had distorted into narrow slits of feline creatures.

Rha'han chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling in his chest. "You aren't Terran, are you?"

She curled up, kicking him in the diaphragm with both of her little feet. He grunted, losing his balance as the air was forced from his lungs. She reclaimed her left wrist, trying to roll away from him. His grip tightened on her other wrist and dragged her back toward him. He sprang into a crouch, snatching the pins that held the knot at the back of her skull in place from her hair. The long thick braid sprang loose, offering up a solid source of control. He wrapped the damp, silky length around his fist and jerked her to her feet.

"Interesting tactics, miiyah. I don't think you did yourself any favors, though," he said, forcing her toward the desk. He could have easily carried her the distance, but the stilted march he forced her into excited the animal inside him. A number of disciplinary measures had run through his head in the time since he'd discovered her technological breach, a slightly more civilized one rested in his pocket at that very moment.

But he wasn't in the mood for civil. He folded her struggling body over the desk, catching up both wrists and pinning them behind her back with one of his hands. With the lower two, he ripped open the back of the skirts she'd wrapped between her legs and tied about her waist for more mobility. The fresh bruises from last night's lesson mottled the golden skin of her ass. He quickly stripped his belt and fished his engorged cock from his trousers and with one quick thrust, forced it into the tight bud of her ass.

She cried out, clearly pained by his harsh invasion. She struggled in his grasp, to no avail, unable to prevent his rough thrusts. It was nothing like the night before, slick and hot with oil, the scent of her arousal filling the room, guttural moans filling the air. Only grunts and whimpers from her as he relished in the friction of her tight passage around his cock. There was something extremely satisfying in her distress, in her helplessness beneath him.

He knew the moment she'd resigned herself to his punishment. She stopped fighting, going limp against the desk, her only reactions now the pitiful little mewling sounds and the erratic tensing and release of her muscles as she tried to relax around him. He continued for several minutes more, moaning as he took his pleasure from her, finally spilling himself into her ass with a rough growl.

Still lodged inside her, he pulled his original plan from his pocket, a black plug with a fat bulb and two metallic bands around the stem. He slowly pulled his cock from her, noting the loud groan that fell out of her. He bent over rubbing the tip of the bulb against her anus, coating it in the milky liquid seeping from her ass, and forced it inside her. She let out a frustrated cry. Wrenching her upright, he whipped them both around and tossed her onto her back on the floor, straddling her hips. She was panting heavily, her pupils no longer slits but massive black holes swallowing up those oceanic irises.

"Now," he said calmly, pulling the small remote from his pocket. "I'm going to ask some questions. You're going to answer truthfully, or you can find out what makes that plug special."

Selena took a long, slow breath, squirming uncomfortably beneath his weight, and nodded.

"What are you?"

"Terran."

He cocked an eyebrow and pushed the button on the remote. Selena let out a startled yelp as the metal bands on the plug delivered a sharp shock to her abused opening.

"I'm not lying!" she snapped, glaring up at him.

"Perhaps, but you aren't telling the whole truth either."

"My father was Terran. My mother was of the native dominant species of New Giza. The invading Terrans called them Basti, because of their vaguely feline attributes, after a Terran cat goddess. They were pre-industrial when the Terrans invaded, and easily conquered. I don't know much about them or what they called themselves and their world Pre-Conquest."

Rha'han had to admit he wasn't familiar with New Giza's history. The planet was on the opposite side of the quadrant. It wasn't a major political power, a remote planet, the only one in its star's habitable zone. It was a wonder his father's ship had been around when the comet had hit her observatory. Fate worked in mysterious ways.

"Why isn't that in your registration?"

"My Basti heritage was not entered into the birth record. My father wanted pass me off as pure Terran. Since that's what my bracelet said, the Lo'Rahni who created my new registration had no reason to believe otherwise. Gizan law prevents Basti from gaining interstellar registrations."

Rha'han frowned. "Why?"

Selena propped herself up on her elbows, lifting a derisive brow. "Guess."

Rha'han gave her another zap. She cursed in that strange tongue again. "Mind your tone."

"What were those net pages you had open?"

"Centauri Archives."

Rha'han stiffened. "Did you contact them?"

Selena rolled her eyes. "I'm not an idiot." Zap. "Fuck!"

"What were you trying to do?"

She sighed dramatically. "I was trying to figure out how to connect my Arkiv tablet to your wireless network. Then I decided to fish through the hard drive for the network passcode, but you shut it off before I found it."







1 comment:

  1. I love that she is challenging him every time and that each time he takes control again. Looking forward to the next part :)

    Rebel xox

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