Deceit: BBW Alien Lottery Romance (Chosen by the Karal Book 1) (10 page)

Elissa stroked his chest, her fingertips, so sensitive from the new skin, drawing the colours from him. Reds and golds, and as she moved lower down, they deepened, almost as if they could burn her. Marin kissed her, his lips exploring hers. She moved her hand over his back, stroking his smooth skin, while his tongue pushed for entrance. She allowed him, wanting to be one with him, to feel his skin and absorb his emotions. The sensations, which pulsed along her fingers, sent clear messages to her brain. He wanted her, he craved her, and he didn’t want to share her. All these emotions passed through them as skin touched skin.

Pushing him away, she sat up and began to strip off her clothes. He did the same, tearing them from his body and casting them aside. Then he sat back and watched as she took off her bra, his tongue moistening his lips. Then as her panties were drawn down over her feet, he moved his hand up the inside of her thigh, seeking out the moist heat.

Lightly he stroked her clit with his thumb, while his fingers probed her sex. Elissa wanted him to press deeper, to make her come, but she also wanted to please him. Her hands covered his cock, wrapping around him, stroking him and caressing him. Bigger and harder, his cock grew under her touch. The head becoming thicker than the rest, much like a lollipop. A lollipop which needed to be sucked.

She tipped him onto his back. Luckily he was willing to move because she knew she could never force him to do anything. Then she knelt by the side of him, and while his one hand stroked her sex and pushed inside her, the other caressed her breasts. He lifted himself up so that he could capture her nipples in his mouth. But she moved again, straddling him with her sex hovering over his mouth, while hers lowered down to suck on his cock.

Marin soon understood what he should do. She wondered if he had studied many positions. Or, whether the missionary was the only one in their archives. Then his mouth covered her sex, his tongue darting in and out and she had to close her eyes to try to concentrate on taking him in her mouth and sucking in a steady rhythm.

His movements matched her own, her head bobbed up and down on his cock, while his tongue probed her sex. She gasped when he ran his hands over her bottom, then he pressed his thumb into her sex, while his tongue lapped at her juices and flicked over her clit. She was so damn close to coming. But she wanted him to come too.

Using her hand, she took hold of him firmly, stroking the root of his cock, and then cupping his balls. Her nails scraped against his rough skin, her tongue following the ridges of his cock until he thrust his hips off the floor. He was desperate for her to take him in her mouth, she could tell by the sensation across his skin. He wanted more, but she didn’t know if she could give it to him. But she was willing to try.

Relaxing her throat, she took him inside her mouth until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She still could not accommodate him completely. But she felt him grow bigger, and tasted the first of his pre-come. They were not so different to Earth men, these Karalians.

Apart from their hands, oh, their hands. And his tongue. So deep, so thick, she couldn’t hold on. He slipped a finger inside her and did some kind of corkscrew action, which made her world explode. Maybe she had been wrong, they did know more than the missionary position, but then she realised they must have accumulated lots of knowledge from lots of different species. She could not wait to see what he could teach her about pleasure.

He was firm and unrelenting as he pushed her to her limits. She had to let go of his cock, instead she found herself crying out, her hands in the dirt as she tried to stop herself losing her mind. As she looked, her hands showed the colours of her emotions, the same as on his skin. It was the most amazing thing she had ever seen, and his mouth was the most amazing thing she had ever felt.

Marin made her come hard, his mouth unrelenting, he wanted her to be at his mercy, to crave the pleasure he could give her as surely as he craved the taste and feel of her body. In his mind, he hoped that they had come far enough that she would trust him, and that he could get her to open up more about herself. Because if she wanted to be part of his life, to remain with him, he had to know she intended no harm to the Karalians who were his brothers.

She lay gasping for breath, her body still filled with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He prided himself that he had not let himself or his species down. The information on how to please women had been accumulated over several mating cycles and through many different species.

“
That
was something else,” she said, moving to straddle him.

“I could feel your enjoyment.”

“I know. Now I want to feel yours.” She lifted her body, and knelt with one knee either side of his torso. With her right hand she grasped his cock and stroked it, up and down, up and down, until he was hard, his own orgasm still out of reach, even though her mouth had been heavenly around him. Guiding her body back and raising herself up a little more, she then lowered herself down onto his cock.

He closed his eyes and let the sensations flow across his body. Such joy, anticipation, and excitement. Inch by inch she took him, stopping to allow herself to become accustomed to the size of him. Once her sex had yielded, she took more of him, until he was completely buried to the hilt. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but he could feel the tension in her body, this was uncomfortable for her.

Yet, when she began to rock backwards and forwards on him, she seemed to ease lower and she didn’t grip him so tightly. Finding a strong rhythm, she circled her hips, her hands resting on his chest, touching him, transmitting her feelings to him and receiving the messages from his body in return. As if reading his mind, she took him to the abyss and threw him off.

While she watched his face and his skin intently, he pulsed inside her, his cock locking in place while his seed burst from him with such force he cried out her name. Still her hips circled, and her body milked his essence from him. Taking the new life he offered to implant in her womb. He managed to think through the fog in his brain and his hands stroked her breasts, pinching her nipples cruelly until her hips bucked and she cried out her own release.

Locked together, she had to ride out her orgasm; the head of his cock pressing against her inner walls, making sure his seed would create the new life his species craved. The colours of his skin were now pulsing and glowing in time with those of her hands, which rested on his chest. Patterns swirling around, shifting between them as though they could truly read each other.

And he could. He could read her. The deceit she had held before was gone. He could tell that she wanted this to work. He had taken away the mistrust she had for them and replaced it with hope. In the last throes of his orgasm, he sat up and fisted her hair, pulling her to him and kissing her with all the passion he had bottled up all of his life, while he had waited for a woman to call his own.

“We need to leave,” he said, although she could feel his reluctance. “These mountains are no place to be after dark. They belong to the wild animals, not us. Not anymore.”

He sat up and kissed her, and she wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped in his arms and his love. Because she was sure that was what he felt towards her now. It had gone beyond lust. Or was she deceiving herself once more?

After retrieving their clothes, they left. As he helped her into his vehicle he pulled her to him and kissed her. The colours flashed across his face and when she put her hand against his cheek, she felt something almost like love coming from him. It was a small seed he had hidden away, and mingled with that love was insecurity and a need to be assured he wasn’t wrong, wasn’t mistaken in his trust of her. She closed her eyes and gave herself a moment to think. What was she supposed to do?

She strapped herself in and waited for him to get in and start the engine. Then they began the steep descent down off the ridge. She took in the vast emptiness of his world and found she enjoyed not seeing a landscape filled with people and buildings. Instead there were different shades of green, mixed in with purples and blues. Large swathes of open grass, surrounding water. Amongst all this, animals moved. Life lived here in all it’s diverse glory.

If she allowed herself, and if Marin was open to her living with him, being his woman, not just the mother of his child, then she could be happy here. But it wasn’t up to him, was it? And although she might have convinced him of her part in the rally and the subsequent deaths, she didn’t know how to persuade this Hierarchy who were in control. It would be like her going and asking the President to release Marin from prison.

Silently, they travelled back over the plain where they had seen the arunda. But he did not head back to the house; instead, he veered off, following a road, although it looked as if it had been little used for some time.

“Where are we going now?” she asked.

He sighed. “No matter what I want, there is a chance you will have to go to the females’ quarters. So I wanted to show them to you.”

“But surely there is plenty of time for this.”

He looked at her sharply. “Elissa, you were chosen for more than your background. They would have bided their time if it were not for the fact that you were also due to ovulate.”

“What? How do they know?”

“The tags. They pick up hormone levels and transmit them.”

“So I might already be pregnant.”

“Yes, the decon' took another more precise reading, you were due to ovulate overnight. There is more than a good chance that you have conceived a child. The tests showed you were very fertile. And I was checked, of course. We were a good match.”

She slumped back in the seat, shocked at his words. She had been dreaming of them living in the small house of his together when in reality there had been no need for her to even unpack. But what about the wash bag filled with the contraband—he would surely find it, or someone else would find it and he would be in trouble. She had no desire for that to happen.

He brought the vehicle to a stand still outside a building with a high fence around it. If it was on Earth, it would have been obvious it was a prison. Guards would be patrolling the perimeter, probably with guns.

“So this will be my prison?” she asked as they got out and walked to the gates.

He opened them for her. “There are extensive renovations going on. But it was decided that it would be best to allow you to decorate it and even design it as you would like. The last visitors were very different to you humans.”

She walked inside the big courtyard. It was barren. All that was there was a big fire pit, beside it tools made from flint. “Your mother was from the Stone Age?”

“Not your Stone Age, but yes. I told you that you were the most advanced species we have ever found. It’s what gave us hope, for the first time.”

“How did you … I mean, you just took them? And raped them?”

“This was not our generation. And it is why the Hierarchy wish to do things differently.”

“Then persuade them to let us live among you. I don’t want to live here. I certainly don’t want to carry a child, give birth to it, then hand it over to you and never see it. It’s cruel.”

“It’s the way it has always been.”

“No, it’s not. It’s the way it became, because of an accident. The fact that your ancestors moved to the wrong part of the planet does not mean you have to live like this. Let us help you change and you can help us to escape the Earth. A symbiotic relationship.”

“Built on trust.”

“Yes.” She turned and walked back to the gates, her mind made up. She now knew what she had to do. “Can we go back to your house? There is something I have to do.”

They drove back in silence, the relationship they had forged once more fragile. Elissa knew she had to act, or all the women who came after her would suffer a lonely fate and be shut inside those high walls to go quietly mad.

When they arrived, she went to the small patch of disturbed earth and retrieved the wash bag. Handing it to a bemused Marin, she said, “These found their way into my bags. I have no idea where from.”

He opened the bag, and pulled out the lotion. “I don’t understand.”

“They are similar to the things that made up the bomb which killed the people at the rally. I know that two of your people died too.”

“How do you know?”

“Before I came here, when I was still in the hospital, someone came to see me; he was dressed as a nurse. He told me. He told me you would torture me and get me to tell you who the members of the alliance were. He threatened that if this happened he would kill my sister.”

“Is this the same man you said was responsible for the bomb?”

“I believe so. I don’t know how, but I believe he put these things in my bags. You see they are all so innocuous when they are apart, only when they come together are they capable of such devastation. I think he meant me to use them here. If I had to.”

“If you had to?”

“Like I said, he was convinced you were planning on torturing me. He even gave me a stim’ to use, to commit suicide if I had to.”

“Elissa, I’m sorry.”

“He knew the lottery was rigged. And he was right.” She had to ask him, “Would you have tortured me?”

“No. And yes.” He frowned, not wanting to tell her the truth. “You see the colours on our skin. If we inject you with some of our DNA, we can drag the truth from you. We can read you, very clearly. That is to say, I have been able to read most of your emotions since we met, but with the DNA, you are open to us in ways you could never imagine. We have had to fight to keep our race alive against the odds. I am sure you understand.”

“So what now?” she asked, not wanting to dwell on his words.

“Now we convince the Hierarchy.

“Marin, what exactly is the Hierarchy?” she asked nervously.

“They are the rulers of Karal. One ruler, with a council of six. They are representatives of the people. Do not worry; it is not as bad as it sounds.”