Alien Satisfaction

Chapter 5

"You will do ten eons of labor and then you shall no longer be under duress of the law."

Erica's mouth dropped open. An eon? An eon! Just for trespassing...a crime she didn't even mean to commit?

"Are you out of your mind?" She snapped, "I can't stay here that long! I won't even live that long!" She couldn't wrap her mind around it. Ten eons! Ten billion years!

"You can. You will not be leaving Tuturi...ever." He grunted out.

"You can't keep me here! Untie me!" Erica said as she began to struggle against the restraints.

This was ridiculous.

"You will do as I say, human. Here I am chief. My word goes."

Her face scrunched up and she grit her teeth. "That may work for...you...aliens but I don't have to listen to you. I don't have to take my cues from you! Now untie me!"

He scowled and her expression matched his own. Irritation flowed through him and he repressed the urge to strangle her. No one had ever dared to speak against him. Even as a child he had been heavily respected due to his father being the chief. The only person with courage even to even attempt to argue with him is Vultar. But they were friends so he had that privilege.

The tiny human woman before him did not. She may be his mate but he would be damned if he would acknowledge suck a distasteful thing. But even as he thought about his growing hate for her, his curiosity still sat inside him.

"Human," he started but she cut him off, "My name is Erica. Er-ic-a. Stop calling me human."

He frowns, his face twisting up, "Human," he emphasized just to spite her, "how do you mate?"

She stared at him for a long while before blinking. He wasn't serious? Was he? "What kind of...are you...I can't deal with this."

He frown deepened and then he moved toward her with quick easy strides, kneeling beside her. She stiffened up, narrowing her eyes at him. She was utterly defenseless. Her hands were still tied behind her back and so were her ankles. She had no idea what he would do to her and so she didn't trust him in the least.

He leaned toward her, his long silver lashes nearly brushing her cheek. Before she could even blink one of his big hands was wrapped around her leg and she was suddenly on her back. He untied the leather strap holding her ankles and tossed it aside. She kicked out almost immediately but he wrapped one of his legs on top of hers. She began to wiggle with the hopes that he would get tired of fighting with her and leave.

He didn't even acknowledge her squirming. His eyes were trained on her jeans. He ran his hands up the sides of her legs, his eyes focused as he reached for the button keeping her jeans closed. He fingered the metal button until he managed to unhook it. He fiddled with her zippered, interest in his gaze as he unzipped it. He noticed the white color of her panties and frowned.

"Why do you wear so many layers, human?" He asked her gruffly, his hands already pulling her jeans down her hips and down her legs. "Is it cold on your planet?"

She tenses up when he cups her in his hand, running his thumb over her panties.

"Stop touching me!" She screamed at last, finding her voice. She bucked but it did nothing to throw him off. He merely placed a hand on her stomach, holding her down. He stuck his hand into her panties and wrapped his fingers around the material, yanking them off her. The sound of the cotton ripping made her heart sink.

She stared at him wide eyed as he brought her panties up to his nose, sniffing lightly. His brows furrowed and buried his nose into the cotton, sniffing once more.

Her breath caught in her throat. Was it wrong that she was getting slightly turned on?

He stopped sniffing after a while and then frowned, "Though you are very...," he made a face, "annoying, your smell...," his words trailed off.

He grabbed her hips and she shrieked when he dragged her up, his nose trailing down the inside of her thighs, sniffing. His nose brushed along her skin, his long lashes tickling her inner thigh. Suddenly his face was buried in between her legs and she gasped.

"What are you doing?" She asked haughtily, though her voice was slightly breathless. He grunted, wrapping a big muscular arm around waist, holding her in place.

He shouldered his way between her legs, keeping them open. He eyed her vagina with interest, his orange eyes gleaming as if in thought. "The women of my planet do not look like this and nor do they smell like you do." He mumbled as he leaned forward once more, burying his nose in her black curls.

She held her breath, shocked at the fact that he was so bold.

With his free hand he parted her lips, running his fingers over her in wonder. He suddenly tilted his head, "What is this nub? What does it do?" He asked as he tapped at her clit. She jerked, a soft sigh passing her lips.

At her reaction he tapped at it again, lifting her skin covering it. "Answer me, human. What is this?"

Erica was trying to catch her breath, trying to convince her body that arousal was inappropriate for this situation. All coherent thought flew out the window when he ran his tongue over her clit. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

"It's my clitoris." She managed as best she could.

He rubbed it with a finger, his curiosity not even remotely sated. "A clitoris? What is its purpose?"

She was breathless when she answered, her mouth dry, "It...um, it gives pleasure."

He stopped rubbing her at her words and looked down at her, meeting her eyes. "This nub gives you pleasure? Ridiculous."

She sighed with relief though her body was not nearly as relieved when he stopped stroking her. Liking his touch was the last thing she should be doing. She needed to find a way to escape. She needed to head back to the space station and get the hell off this planet.

Her thoughts her crushed when he pressed his face against her, the tip of his nose brushing her clit. She couldn't help herself, she moaned. He was sniffing her again.

"Stop it...stop...that." She breathed as she tried to close her legs but realized that she couldn't force he gigantic shoulders away.

When he was satisfied with the way she smelled he pushed a finger through her folds before sinking it into her. She gasped, her mouth falling open. She wasn't quite sure how else to react as he thrust his finger deep inside her, pulling it out slowly.

She was even more shocked at the fact that she was wet, the sound of his finger pulling out, wet and squishy.

She watched him in horror as he stared at his finger covered in her juices before popping it into his mouth, licking it. It was strangely erotic and yet so, so shameful. She was completely turned on and yet escape was still on her mind.

He grunted again except this time he made a soft humming sound in his throat as if he liked the way she tasted.

"Hmm...I do not understand your strange sex organ but I realize that I must in order to breed you." He said gruffly, catching her attention, "Did you just say...breed?"

He grunted again, before his hand moved to her ass cheeks, parting them to stare at her anus in wonder, as if surprised that she even had a butthole.

"Kuni-wa has spoken of my future and you are the mate she sees for me. I will not treat you as such in the open, it will only be in my furs at the moons rising that I acknowledge you as my mate. You must give me babes and so I must breed you."

"You're crazy!" She snapped.

He furrowed his brows, growling, "I do not know this word, 'crazy'?"

She didn't answer him but merely tried to buck him off. He ignored her for a while before finally lying her flat on her stomach and standing. "You are my mate, human. Though I would prefer a mate of my own species, one who is not as soft or as weak as you are, you will warm my furs nicely."

She turned her head to look up at him. There was an angry look on his face but a smugness shinned in his eyes as if he was glad he had triumphed over her.