Teasing Tilly (14 page)

He kissed her throat and ears and cheeks.

He hesitated for a long moment over her lips and then moved away, aligned his primary cock, curled his arms around her and thrust, pumping his hips until he managed to sink balls deep.  He paused, panting for breath as if the muscles along her channel were squeezing his chest instead of his cock.

After a moment, he levered himself upward on his elbows and looked down at her.

“It would be insane to mate with your mouth and yet … I yearn for it, my pretty Tilly.”

Tilly didn’t have a clue of what he’d said beyond acknowledging that he was aware that he was screwing her and not someone that was nameless and faceless—a vagina attached to two legs and a body.

It made her throat close with want and she lifted up to kiss his chest. 

The breath left him as if she’d punched him but before she could decide if she’d done something she shouldn’t have, he coiled his arms tightly around her and began to drive into her in a frenzied way that sent her shooting toward completion.  He caught the wave she was riding and followed her, shuddering with release, uttering a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a hoarse croak. 

He held her tightly for a long while, while his breathing slowed and then he began to caress her again.

Tilly thought she might have felt dread if not for the fact that she’d been ridden so much and so hard she’d grown accustomed to it.

He screwed her twice more and then sprawled limply on top of her, heavily enough Tilly began to be extremely worried she was going to suffocate.  She couldn’t decide, in point of fact, whether she was slipping under because of exhaustion or the fact that she could only manage shallow breaths beneath his weight.

A snore assured her that there was nothing wrong with him beyond exhaustion, but she wasn’t so sure the same could be said for her.

Apparently, the snore was as loud as it had seemed to her.  The door opened and she caught a glimpse of the commander—she thought.

She knew when he spoke that it was the commander.

“Sire!  I beg pardon for disturbing you, but I believe you may be crushing the female.”

The man on top of her jerked and rolled off, examining her in confusion for several moments before he got up and collected his clothing.

“Lady—my deepest apologies,”
the prince said, bowing courteously.

Tilly bit her lip, struggling with her amusement over the fact that the poor man was clearly completely befuddled—either from being woken so abruptly from a deep sleep or simply from exhaustion from trying to screw her to death. 

To her relief, instead of taking offense at her amusement, he grinned, leaned down and kissed her squarely on the mouth—deeply, warmly, stirring currents of desire that should’ve been cold and dead.

And then he broke the kiss abruptly, gave her a strange look, and left.

The commander also gave her a strange look—anger and something else flickering quickly across his face—and then he, too, withdrew, closing the door firmly behind him.

Chapter Eighteen

Tilly was weary enough that she wasn’t able to worry too much about the cryptic look the commander had given her.

She hardly dared to allow herself to even think it, but she couldn’t help but think the young leader was very handsome and it wasn’t entirely because of his physical features.  There was something almost … magnetic about him.

It was strange to think she thought he was so cute when she didn’t have a clue of what he’d said, but she still thought he was charming and he had certainly satisfied her sexually very thoroughly, and so she drifted off with a smile on her face.

She wasn’t smiling when she woke—aroused by a noise she didn’t recognize.  She came awake with a jolt and looked around the tiny room without recognition for several moments.

It was getting dark, she realized, bounding out of the bed almost on the thought and racing to the window.

The sky above the setting sun was a brilliant painting of glorious colors. 

It wasn’t an Earth sunset, but it
was
a sunset and she stood staring at it in awe and happiness until it faded into darkness, ignoring the pain and yearning it also evoked, the homesickness.

And for just a few moments she was back on Earth.

She thought that was why she glanced around with a smile on her face when she heard the door open, the comment she’d been about to make dying when she discovered that it was the commander and the second.

Both men stopped in their tracks as if they’d hit a brick wall, but the second frowned and strode to the window to stare outside.

He looked baffled when he turned to the commander again and shrugged.

Tilly glanced from one man to the other and moved away from the window guiltily.

“What look there?” the commander demanded.

Tilly gaped at him, blinking while her brain tried to translate that to English.  “Sunset.  I was watching the sun go down,” she responded when she saw his expression tighten with anger.

She hadn’t realized he couldn’t really speak English!

Somehow, even though they had never spoken more than a few words—mostly one—she’d thought they spoke and understood English very well.

Apparently, they understood better than they spoke it, though.

Maybe.

Still unnerved by their behavior, she climbed onto the bunk and bent her knees, settling her soles on the bed and spreading her legs wide.

She didn’t realize she had done it without the command of the nano-suit until she felt the suit tug at the lips of her sex and spread it.  Ordinarily, it did that as it spread her thighs.

The commander stared down at her sex for a long moment and then unfastened his trousers and climbed on the bed between her thighs, plowing into her.  For a handful of moments, it felt like she was being battered by a blunt club, but he curled his arms around her and pinned her in place, pushing until her flesh yielded to the greater force. 

It punched the air from her lungs as he drove home and then began a pounding, almost desperate-seeming rhythm that forced her to clamp her teeth together to keep from biting her tongue. 

Her body was slow to actually respond.  They’d scared her and they hadn’t ordered the suit to prepare her for them.

She had just enough time to get completely warmed up when he came.

He seemed to realize that and it didn’t make him happy.

He stared down at her for a long moment and then shifted down.  The nano-suit parted to give him access to her breasts and he assaulted one and then the other until she was gasping for breath.  When he shifted upward to impale her on his cock again, she was hot and ready and he had little trouble conquering her depths—or making her come until she was screaming.

She expected his second to take his place as soon as he finished.  Instead, she was sent to bathe.

That revved her even more because she was certain once she’d cleaned the commander’s seed from her vaginal area the second would sex her with his mouth.

And he nearly drove her out of her mind when he did that.

To her surprise, both of them were waiting at the door—a little impatiently—when she came out.  The commander summoned her and the three of them followed the corridor to the front lounge and then out of the building and down the street.

There were artificial lights—not many but enough to cast a warm glow on the street where they walked.  She was surprised when they returned to the building she’d been taken to earlier, which she’d decided must be like a court, but it transpired that the building was a community meeting and gathering place.  The benches that had been used earlier for the meeting had been rearranged around crude tables.

Everyone looked up and stared when they entered.

Tilly felt her face turning red as it occurred to her that they’d come to fetch her to eat and she’d distracted the commander by assuming the position.

She realized that, without the nano-suit, there would have been serious communication problems.  Well, there was no real communication, but the suits made that unnecessary since they commanded the suits.

Maybe enslaving them and forcing them to their will wasn’t the only reason for the suits?

She was still a little stunned at her discovery.

Somehow she’d thought they just didn’t talk much—to them—that it was their way of letting the women know that they weren’t allowed to talk—not around or to their captors.

She hadn’t actually tried to communicate with them.  She’d been under the impression it wasn’t allowed and was afraid she’d say something that would earn a punishment.

The men were huge.  It didn’t take much for them to intimidate.  A stern look from the commander was enough to make her knees turn to water.

She saw when she managed to overcome her embarrassment that the women were all seated at a long table together.  A spot had been left for her and she walked quickly to the table to take her place.

She wouldn’t have been surprised if the other women had made some snide remark, or at least given her a nasty look, but she discovered they looked far too exhausted to have any interest in much—even their food. 

It smelled good and there was nothing wrong with Tilly’s appetite.  She picked up the utensil that had been provided and carefully sampled small bites of food until she knew what she liked and what she didn’t. 

She supposed they hadn’t been too late.  The food was still hot and the diners still seemed to be working on their food.

Everyone’s spirits seemed to rise as they ate, they became more energetic and talkative—and that included the aliens. 

“Have you seen any women?  I mean, at all?”

“No.  But I spent the day on my knees and back,” the woman beside her said dryly.  “I haven’t seen much besides floor and ceiling.

Tilly didn’t know if the woman had said it that way to be funny or not, but it struck her as funny and she chuckled. 

One wouldn’t think, in a hall that big and filled to bursting, that anyone would be able to hear her laugh over the racket let alone react to it the way they did.

Silence enveloped the entire hall so suddenly you could’ve heard a pin drop.

Tilly felt her face take on the properties of a neon sign.  The blood began to pulse hotly in her cheeks.

Laughter wasn’t allowed?

She glanced around uneasily for the commander to see how much trouble she was in and caught the gaze of the leader.  He smiled at her abruptly and most of her uneasiness vanished.

“There is a sound I would enjoy growing accustomed to again—the laughter of a woman.”

Tilly didn’t have a clue of what he said but, thankfully, everyone resumed their conversations.

“Boy you really know how to get attention,” the woman who’d made the witty comment remarked.

Tilly felt her face redden again.  “Sorry.  I just thought it was funny.  I didn’t know we weren’t allowed to laugh.”

The woman shrugged.  “I’m not sure we aren’t.  I think, maybe, it was just unexpected.  It didn’t seem to me that anyone looked disapproving—just surprised.”

“Yeah, well they should be,” one of the women a little further down the table muttered under her breath.  “Being fucked half to death is no laughing matter!  I think I must have serviced two dozen men.  I’m totally bow-legged now.”

One of the other women snorted.  “I thought my pussy was going to fall out on the walk over.”

Roughly half the women at the table snorted with laughter.  The rest were divided between outrage and disgust.  “
Please!
  I’m trying to eat unidentifiable stuff here!”

Tilly didn’t know whether to be amused or uneasy.  She’d fallen asleep after the leader had screwed her senseless and no one else had come and demanded service.

Even the commander hadn’t.  She’d just assumed he was there for sex.

Why, she wondered?  And how long before the others discovered she was the only one that wasn’t doing her share?

“You aren’t going to puke, are you?  Because I have to warn you I have a weak stomach and I’ll puke if you do.  And it could easily start a chain reaction in close quarters like this.”

Even the image was enough to horrify! 

“No!  I’m fine,” Tilly said quickly.

The woman who’d first spoken to her looked her over curiously.  “Why do you think the prince stroked your belly like that when he looked you over?”

Tilly felt her jaw go slack.  She hadn’t actually thought there was any significance to it at all.  He’d stroked her all over.  “I don’t know.  I didn’t notice that he did, to be honest.  I was so embarrassed and scared ….”

“Looks to me like your belly’s taken on a definite bulge,” Emily said snidely and then chuckled maliciously.  “Maybe he thinks you’re pregnant?”

Tilly felt her eyes widen as she stared at her sister, but her mind wasn’t on her or in fact her surroundings.  She was trying to remember when she’d last changed her birth control patch.  It was a useless exercise.  She couldn’t remember.  She’d been too upset about Emily being missing before she’d been taken and she’d had no way to track the time afterward.  She knew it had been a very long time, though.