Caged with the Alien Gladiators by Corin Cain
Jacky
He moves lightning quick.
The leader of the Aurelians rushes forward so fast I barely manage to get my knife up. It digs into his side, and my wrist flares up in sudden pain as I lose my grip on my weapon. He grunts, pushing me forward, and there’s nothing I can do. He’s got his hand on my arm and he’s just too fucking big.
His huge, hard dick throbs against me. I feel the wet spurt of his Aurelian pre-cum, and I remember what Melissa said.
The alien species is designed for fucking. He’s going to force every inch of that massive cock into me and take me hard and fast, pushing me against the wall and breeding me.
Then his triad will take their turns.
My body responds, traitorous. She said it only hurts for a second, then it’s bliss. I can’t help but imagine how it’s going to feel when he’s so deep inside me I can’t think. I’m scared, but some part of me is primally attracted to the huge alien warrior.
He pushes me into the bathroom, and I hit the wall, pressed between it and the huge bulk of the Aurelian. He towers over me, wearing only black pants, his muscled body pure marble except for the red where I stabbed him.
He gropes me, gripping my ass, when I feel something burning against my skin.
I look up, shocked and see the red in his nostrils. His slate grey eyes are running, tears streaming down his cheeks. He grunts, rubbing his red hands all over my body, smearing hot, red paste on me. He gives me a hard push into the far corner then turns, fighting against the Mating Rage.
His cock is pressing obscenely against his black sweatpants. There’s a wet spot, and it throbs and spurts again, glistening through the material. He makes the room feel tiny. “What the fuck!” I gasp out, not understanding. The paste is burning my skin. “Water, on,” I say, and the shower clicks.
What sadistic game is this? He wants to make my skin burn while he fucks me, to make sure I don’t enjoy any second of it?
“Water off!” booms the Aurelian, his voice echoing.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
He slams his palm against the wall so hard the sound of the crack fills the room, and I imagine how bad it would hurt if he slapped it against my ass. The pain of hitting the stone wall seems to center him. “Your scent. The only way I’m not ripping your clothes off is because of the two burning hot peppers up my goddamn nose. What’s your name?”
“Jacky,” I say, pressing myself farther back in the corner. I manage the pain. It’s a dull, itchy burn.
“Reapply the paste every hour. If it burns too much, shower, but use lots of soap. Anything to cover your smell,” he growls, and his cock surges up, stretching the material of his pants. His eyes roll back, and every muscle in his body tenses. His six-pack of abs clenches so hard I can see every separate muscle, and blood runs down his side from where the shiv is still stuck in him.
He rushes out of the door, and two seconds later he yells in pain.
He comes back in, more human, his brown hair mated to his skull. Even with tears streaming down his face, he’s devastatingly handsome. He kicks the silver covered platter in, and I see the fresh burns on his hands.
“You just had to be turned on, didn’t you?” he snarls, angry, then shuts the door hard.
It slams and I freeze against the wall, breathing heavy, trying to put it all together.
The panel electrifies the bars.
The Aurelian leader just pressed his hands against the bars to fight back the Mating Rage.
I writhe on the ground, trying to stop myself from turning the water on. The paste causes an itchy fire, but it’s just bearable.
If it’s uncomfortable verging on painful on my skin, I can’t imagine how bad it must burn up their noses. Those death-peppers against the fine membranes of your nostrils must be torture…
But even with those peppers up his nose, he tasted it.
My need.
I shudder as I realize that the leader of the Aurelians knew that some part of me ached to be conquered. That some part of me wanted him to claim me as his own, to make me his for eternity.
That’s why it was so hard for him to fight off the Mating Rage. If he’d tasted only terror in my scent, he wouldn’t have had to burn his hands. Instead, he tasted the deep, dark lust that’s building up, which won’t be sated until I give in to the Aurelian…
And his triad. I’d beg him to be gentle, but when he loses control to the Mating Rage there will be no going back. I saw how huge his dick was, pressed against his pants. I’ll have to hope that Melissa was right.
My nipples harden, and I fight off the lust. It’s instinctive. Primal.
And now that I know he was willing to hurt himself just to stop himself…
I wonder if maybe, some part of him isn’t bad.
He didn’t fuck you, but he grabbed Melissa and claimed her before she could speak.
That thought gives me a chill, and I focus on my hate for the alien species who think they can own human women.