The Varkari

Varkar Kalke

"Varkar kalke! Varkar kalke!" They chanted.

Males of all shapes and sizes were collected around the opening, some with fists raised, others with banners that I assumed bore their family crests. Eyes in shades of red, orange, or yellow stared at us, inciting even more excitement when the Admiral adjusted to hold me in a single arm while he raised his other hand in greeting. I did not want to hide against him because of my hate towards him, but I had also never been so afraid in my life.

"Varkar kalke!" He roared, louder and more powerful than any one of the nearest Varkari sending, them into a frenzy of cheering. Carefully, he placed me on my numb feet and I stood completely frozen, taking in all the smiling faces, the open mouths with fangs. Trying to bolt now would be like a deer running into a pack of a thousand ravenous wolves. I would be eaten alive, ripped apart, and likely raped. Not even the Admiral could stop so many and so I clung to his armor with whitened kuckles.

"Varkar lives!" He roared again, my implant translating the foreign words. "This female I have claimed for my own and the duthralia thrives. Already many on Earth have impregnated their mates and soon the next generation will grow!" The crowd thundered their approval again. "I have brought with me eighteen thousand human females, ready to be mated. We will walk them from the ship to the Capitol. Pick the one you desire and fight for her if need be, win your right! For Varkar!"

"For Varkar!" They answered ten-fold.

Roughly, the Admiral yanked my head back to meet his wild eyes, his other hand wrapping completely around my upper arm, and snarled at me with the same bone-rattling sound that I despised. My nipples tightened and my abdomen clenched low, slick sliding down my thighs. My skin burned with the need to be touched, licked.

"Stop!" I begged him, squeezing his wrist, trying to get him to release his tight hold. At the same time, I didn't want him to let go lest I be snatched away.

His nostrils flared at my obvious arousal and he leaned in close, inhaling a lungful of air with scents that told him everything. "So close," he whispered in a guttural growl, before plunging his teeth into my neck again.

This time I was not so weak and sick that I passed out immediately. I felt his venom, four or five degrees hotter than my body jet into my flesh, rapidly spreading along the veins in my shoulder and jaw. The pain was not as consuming as before, though I still screamed and thrashed and he still growled over it, crushing it. What followed next was a paralytic sensation and something I imagined was like an opioid. I slumped, but he was prepared, as euphoria and lust battled through the layers of skin, muscle, and bone. If it was possible to orgasm from a chemical reaction, I was nearly there until he retracted his teeth, letting blood flow freely.

He was carrying me again, marching down the ramp while I floated in absolute shock and bliss. I wanted the despicable alien to touch me, soothe this horrible desire that ruled me, and comfort away the fear. I was sure more lubricant was sliding out of my folds, but I didn't care. Even though the crowds around us sniffed and frothed like savages, I was consumed with the urge to pleasure myself. The Admiral's grip was not one of generosity and it was too tight for me to slide my hand down anyway.

A door shut, the noise reduced to a buzzing outside. I did not want to open my eyes.

"Welcome back, Admiral. Congratulations on your prize, she smells wonderful," someone said. Disgust began to creep in, my high fading. "Right this way. You may register her from your home. I have a transport waiting."

My eyelids peeled apart and I was able to see walls, a ceiling, oval-shaped doors that slid apart from the center. Whatever building we had entered, we were soon leaving through the back of, the Admiral still carrying me as though it were no bother, folding himself around me as he entered a darkened vehicle.