Viper's Hope (Anguis Defenders Book 1) (6 page)

The ridges stroking demandingly at Hope's G-spot had her quivering uncontrollably. She couldn't help the cries that poured forth as the sensation overwhelmed her.

Drogo began pounded into Hope with wild abandon, shoving her forward. Her pussy quaked, stretched around his invading girth. She was so slick that her wet heat sucked at his cock as he retreated, only to be forced wide again.

Hope screamed out as Drogo ground his hips into her ass, pushing impossibly deep. Lightning shot through her clit as he rubbed his pelvis into her engorged throbbing clit. Hope clawed at the ground attempting to hold on as she was shoved into the mat.

Drogo licked where he still held the crook of her shoulder in his firm bite. His hips hammered then twisted at the deepest part of his stroke, till she trembled all over from the agony of her impending orgasm.

Hope stiffened up as mind shattering pleasure ripped through her, then cried out in ecstasy, her voice breaking as she orgasmed. Her channel spasmed around Drogo's thick cock.

The ridges on his shaft pushed her towards another deeper, longer, stronger cataclysmic melt down. Where other men would've come, Drogo kept hammering through her seizing pussy.

Hope saw stars as she spiraled into an orgasm unrivaled by any other. Her legs tried to give out but Drogo held Hope firm as he continued to punish her quivering slit. Hope's muscles all seized, her toes curled in a paroxysm of pleasure. Her sanity fractured as mind bending pleasure consumed every cell in her body.

His merciless tool twitched and Hope felt it swell even harder and larger. He stopped moving while buried to the hilt. Hope felt the heat of his seed explode deep inside her channel, flooding her entire body with his alien chemical nirvana.

Drogo released her shoulder and roared a deafening sound, his ridges vibrating against her spread wet cleft.

Hope came forcefully for the third time and her mouth opened on a silent scream as her pussy milked his shaft. It was like her body was greedy for the strange drug he poured into her.

When Drogo's cock finally stopped shuddering, he released Hope's waist. She weakly tried to pull forward, semi-conscious of the fact he was done, but his cock was stuck, lodged deep in her vagina.

Drogo grabbed Hope's hips to hold her still. His tool had swollen enough that it had knotted inside her.

"Oh my god, this is crazy!" Hope slurred.

She'd had mind altering sex with a giant alien and now his cock was stuck in her. Then again she was too spent to even care. She couldn't even begin to piece together how she felt about any of it as her body still shook from the multiple orgasms.

Drogo shifted, so they lay curled on their sides with his large body tucked against her back. The occasional pulse in his shaft sent jolts of pleasure through her exhausted body forcing whimpered grunts from her lips. Drogo licked at her sore shoulder as he palmed one breast, his other arm pillowing her head.

Hope closed her eyes letting his heat and scent soothe her. Quickly her body gave up the will to stay conscious.

Viper

Viper awoke to the erotic sweet floral scent invading his nostrils. Soft flesh was beneath his fingers as he flexed his hands. Viper shifted and felt the pull in his groan. His eyes flew open with shock. He was knotted embedded in lovely Lepus.

He'd heard of newly mated couples being attached at the waist for hours following a first mounting, but it was a shock to find himself in this condition.

"What in name of Kadru happened?"

Viper's eyes traveled down Lepus' creamy pale body. From the angle he cradled her, he could see the swells of her breast with berry red tips, and the tuft of pale brown hair at the apex of her thighs. She was so tight around his shaft Viper wondered how he fit at all in her warm sheath. How long had they been like this? His memory was hazy. Had he coaxed her into mating him?

Despite how wonderful she felt wrapped around his cock, this was awkward. Lepus was human, she wouldn't understand knotting, and he doubted humans were the same way.

Viper shifted and the scent of Lepus' blood struck hard. He pulled back and moved her hair away from her neck. Viper noticed his mark on the crook of her neck. It wasn't a clean bite, the four points ragged and inflamed as if she had struggled against him.

"Sweet Kadru what have I done?" Viper struggled to remember, his hearts in his throat.

Faint images assailed his mind. One minute Lepus slept at his side and the next she was missing. He'd immediately lost his mind.

Viper looked around suddenly realizing they weren't in his room. There was a damaged door ahead, and he recalled immense anger. Someone had his female, Viper smelled her fear. He'd been desperate to reach her. Then she was there, her lush hips raised, for his possession.

Viper stared from the door to Lepus neck as the frightening snippet assailed his mind.

Lepus slept, her back curled at his chest. She breathed calmly, no strident scent of pain or fear coated her skin as she slumbered. Viper pulled her closer needing the contact of her flesh, but something prevented him. Viper glanced over Lepus' slight form to see her hands and ankles were shackled.

Viper's sudden rage almost overwhelmed him as he saw someone had restrained his female.

Lepus' eyes flew open and focused on Viper, fear in her eyes.

She tried to push away but her groin was still trapped by his engorged cock. She gasped and her eyes widened even further. Viper tried to run his hand comfortingly across her cheek but she looked at him warily.

"They chained her, forced her to accept me!" The devastating realization made Viper choke.

If she were an Anguis female, she would've understood the mating and willingly submitted for him to mount. She would've been just as overwhelmed by the pheromones that signaled she was his subeo and he her virum. But that's not what happened here.

"I raped her." Viper closed his eyes in pain and shame.

He couldn't begin to imagine the fear and pain he subjected her too. How could he explain that he'd not been himself? That instinct had gripped him when she went missing, and once it had the beast inside him had demanded he claim his mate.

He'd felt proud for having found his subeo even though she was of this foreign species. He knew he needed to proceed cautiously but now this. For the first time in Viper's life he feared rejection. He deserved nothing less than her hatred and no doubt she'd be loath to ever allow his touch again.

"Someone get in here and undo these fucking restraints." Viper bellowed. "Bring me a Goddess damned blanket and a med kit!"

Moments later Ophidian, entered hesitantly.

"Before you say anything my Prognatus, you went feral and tore up your quarters. We feared you'd accidentally kill the female if she resisted when you tried to mount her." His friend entreated as he tossed Viper the blanket and the med kit.

"Give me the key." Viper couldn't say anything else at the moment.

Viper covered Lepus, hiding her small body from view. She was small, very small, he would've easily killed her. But what made them think she could withstand him, even chained. Looking at the destroyed portal, Viper couldn't fault his friend, even though he wanted to blame someone. He was the one who bit viciously into her shoulder when he marked her. He was the one that took Lepus by force.

"We gave her the language implant so soon she'll assimilate it." Ophidian said.

Viper growled at the thought of someone touching Lepus and chaining her naked. Ophidian fled realizing it was probably best while Viper was still in no shape to get up and attack him.

Viper undid the manacles and again Lepus tried to shift away. Her gasp was hoarse as his cock tugged at her swollen channel.

Viper felt her silken sheath tremble, and he shuttered at the unbelievable pleasure. He'd mounted females before, but none had been this tight, this soft or warm. Viper closed his eyes. He had to relax, or he'd never be able to release her.

Lepus stretched her arms and legs carefully, with a pained groan.

Guilt assailed Viper. He grabbed the med kit and ran a hand along Lepus shoulder.

"What do you want?" Lepus said warily her voice ragged.

She had damaged her voice crying out as he mounted her. Viper's chest ached at the horrific realization. This was not how his mating was supposed to happen. Females were cherished, mates were worshiped.

"I'm going to clean your wound." Viper replied. It was the least he could do.

Lepus' head tilted, but she still didn't understand him fully. Her implant still needed time to assimilate. Viper pointed to the disinfectant wipe and then her shoulder. Lepus nodded in understanding so he gingerly wiped his bite mark clean.

Lepus flinched but didn't pull away. She eyed him as he cleaned the crook of her neck. Her eyes suspicious of his intent.

"I am so sorry for what happened. My foolish crew worried I'd kill you in a mating rage, but that is no excuse for what I've done. Please forgive me." Viper knew Lepus didn't understand him just yet, but he hoped his apology reached her somehow.

5 Dark Knight

Hope

Hope awoke from the most delicious yet bizarre dream as something tugged at her wrists and ankles. A wildly dominant man overcome with passion had taken her, repeatedly bending her to his will. Hope's eyes opened wide to find Drogo growling as he stared at her. It hadn't been a dream, at least not all of it. Everything from the night before flooded Hope, overwhelming her.

Drogo looked angry as he growled. Maybe he was pissed she tried to run away.

"Well too bad!"

Hope tried to pull away.

"Dear god we're still stuck together like two dogs in heat!" Hope noted silently. "Holy crap my pussy is sore."

For that matter so was her shoulder and her voice.

Drogo started talking and Hope felt like she could almost understand him. One of the aliens she'd seen before entered the small room. Hope really didn't appreciate being so exposed stuck to this man, but thankfully the guy tossed them a blanket which Drogo wrapped around her.

They talked uncomfortably for a minute and Hope thought she caught the occasional word, but the conversation ended too soon. It seemed odd, but it was like the meaning of their words hovered at the tip of her tongue.

Hope quickly dismissed her bizarre response to their conversation, seeing the key for her cuff that the man left behind. She was beyond ready to get up and stretch her sore limbs. Hope was almost giddy as Drogo unlocked her and she tried to get up.

"Dammit I forgot about the giant cock jammed in me." Hope groaned feeling the tug in her pussy.

Well she could still stretch her arms and legs.

"Oh that feels good." She moaned.

Her muscles screamed wonderfully. Hope tried to relax again but was ready to get up. How long would they be like this?

Drogo seemed calmer now. He even looked contrite as he spoke to her and cleaned her poor shoulder. His skin was warm, firm, and comforting at her back.

Her mind drifted through the last few hours. The man had been frightening and sexy all at the same time. The sex was mind blowing. The mindless lust filled beast seemed at odds with how Drogo was now.

"Or maybe this is how he really is when lust grips him. What is going on here? Was I taken to be some sort of sex slave?" The questions assailed her one after another.

The thought of being some sort of sex slave frightened her. She'd never survive such a thing. "Maybe I'll just belong to Drogo."

He seemed to get agitated anytime the others came near. That seemed the best she could hope for till she found some way off this ship.

"Wild animal sex is so not worth it." Hope mused. "He'd wear me out after a few days of this kind of madness. Oh god what if we aren't on earth anymore?"

Hope didn't know how long she went round and round in her head before Drogo finally pulled back and she felt him slide free of her sore body.

Hope anchored the blanket around her and stood up on wobbly legs. Damn her pussy was tender.

Drogo jumped to his feet and steadied her, his large hands bracketing her hips. His ripped chest and abs loomed close, his heavy cock swaying between his thighs. Her body felt suddenly flush with warmth.

"I really need to stop eyeing the man." Hope admonished her wayward eyes.

She couldn't seem to separate what her body wanted from what her mind told her she needed to do.

"Speaking of imperative needs."

Hope looked around.

"Where's the bathroom?"

Drogo nodded and led her to the small cubicle at the back of the room. He showed Hope the facilities, turned on a water shower then just stood there.

"I am not going to the bathroom while you watch!" Hope said angrily.

She'd had more than enough of his attention.

Drogo nodded but didn't look pleased as he left the small room.

Oh god it was such a relief to use the toilet then step into the warm spray. Hope was salty with dried sweat, and her hair was a matted mess. Her fingers stroked through her pale tresses, working out the tangles. Carefully she felt the bite on the curve of her shoulder and neck. It was deep, but no longer bled. Hope rubbed her hands over her body, gingerly scrubbing at the sticky mess between her sore thighs.

Hope turned to see Drogo staring from the doorway. He looked so serious. She must've been taking too long. Considering what had happened she deserved to languish in the shower till she turned all pruney.

"I'm not done!" Hope snapped at him with a frown.

Drogo shook his head then turned and walked away.

Hope had no idea what to make of him. She probably shouldn't push her luck. If he really wanted to he could pull her out of the shower and do whatever he wanted with her and she didn't have a hope in hell to prevent it.

Hope attempted to relax again in the hot spray, but she couldn't, as she stood wondering what was in store for her.

After stalling in the hot water for a while longer Hope finally decided she better leave. No sense in pissing the brute off any further. She used the little disk knob to shut the water off the way she'd seen Drogo adjust it, then stepped out and re-wrapped the blanket around her chest and hips.

Drogo was waiting quietly when she emerged.

He led her out of the cell, with one hand at the back of her neck to guide her. It was a possessive, controlling gesture. All he had to do was tighten his grip, and she'd be helpless to run or even move.

Eventually they came to his room. It had a different bed and table, but Hope was pretty sure it was the same room. A tray of food with several plates sat at the table and Drogo gestured to sit.

As they ate in silence Drogo stared at her, but Hope concentrated on her food instead.

He could understand her but what could she say. 'Hey, I'm not a sex slave asshole!' Seemed unwise and counterproductive if she ever wanted her freedom.

Hope decided she needed to bide her time, earn his trust, and do a better job planning her escape than she did last go round.

"But what if we leave Earth? What if we've already left?" Hope realized the flaw with her plan. "Oh god."

She stared sullenly at her plate, no longer hungry.

There was a beep at the door.

"Enter." Drogo called out.

"Wait a second I understood that." Hope nearly yelped out loud as she realized as the word translated clearly rather than just the impressions she caught before.

Why could she suddenly understand them? What had they done to her while she slept? Whatever it was felt like another invasion in a long line of transgressions.

Hope held her tongue, waiting to see if this was just a fluke.

Another alien entered Drogo's apartment. This one looked different than the others she'd seen, but still the same species. The person was smaller in breadth than Drogo, with much longer dreads, almost to its butt. The alien was shorter than Drogo's seven foot towering height, but still a head taller than Hope. Hope felt incredibly small and vulnerable by comparison. This alien had reddish skin, no arm spikes, and facial features that were more delicate.

Hope realized she had to be looking at a woman of their species. She wore a skirt instead of pants, and rather than a bare chest she wore a swath of material over her nearly flat chest.

"I have come with clothes for your subeo. The diplomats have also arrived. They await you in the council room, my Prognatus." The alien woman set the clothes down, took the dishes and exited with a slight bow.

Hope understood almost every word, the alien spoke in a soft almost meek voice, but a few words didn't translate. The woman had looked at her when she said the word subeo. Hope knew what a sub was and didn't quite shine to the term. It was one thing to submit to a strong man, bending to his will. But it was quite another thing for someone to declare you're their sub. It was akin to woman calling themselves bitches, but woe to any man that dared to do the same.

Hope really hoped she just didn't know what the word was. Maybe it meant friend, associate or something. Somehow that didn't ring true though. When the woman said it, it sounded far more formal.

There was only one way to find out the answers to all of her questions.

"Do you mind telling me why I'm here and how I can suddenly understand you?" Hope cringed realizing her question came out far more angrily than she intended. She was attempting to reign in her temper but was failing.

Drogo quickly turned his green eyes towards her.

"Good the implant is working." He said as he stepped towards Hope then stopped cold. "I am sorry for how you were treated."

"Okay that's not what I expected!" Hope mused, but as nice as an apology was that didn't answer shit.

"What the hell is going on?" Hope demanded. "Do you people make a habit of kidnapping women, chaining them up and fucking them? Or am I the lucky winner of this special lottery!?" Hope bit out sarcastically. Well there went the plan to behave.

Drogo cringed and looked stunned by her angry outburst.

"Too bad!" Hope thought.

"Please get dressed and come to my meeting with me." Drogo asked appearing rather contrite.

"Great he's going to watch my every move now, after my botched escape." Hope brooded as she stared up at Drogo trying to gauge his intent.

Again she was confused. He looked genuinely sad, and he had manners as he asked her to come with him. What was with these aliens, did they have multiple personalities or something? One minute he's a deranged humping beast and the next a gentleman.

"I wish I had time to explain, but I must meet with the four ambassadors. When that is done I will explain everything. Just know that I'm sorry."

A part of Hope wanted to resist doing anything he asked, but she wanted answers, and he seemed apologetic and willing to give them after some meeting.

Hope grabbed the clothes the woman had brought and looked them over, noting they were similar to what the alien woman had worn herself. Hope started to release the blanket to pull the skirt on, and Drogo turned away from her.

"Why bother with modesty now?" Hope wondered. He'd had his face shove deep into her ass merely hours ago.

At least the longer they were awake the more normal Drogo acted. He hadn't growled once at the woman that brought her clothes. So that was good.

"Hey what's your name?" Hope asked realizing she'd been calling him something she invented.

"Viper." He said as he turned back towards her.

Viper, that seemed appropriate.

"What are you called?" Viper asked, his eyes diverted while Hope adjusted the stretchy tube top, that was nearly too small for her boobs.

"My name's Hope."

Viper took her hand before she could pull it away. He bowed deep as he raised her knuckles to his forehead.

"Hope." He repeated her name, almost reverently, in greeting. The gesture was sweet and had her even more confused about the man.

Hope was sore and tired and had no clue who these ambassadors were or why Viper felt the need to bring her along. Again she debated pitching a fit to see if he'd leave her alone in the room. But it was better to go see this ship and maybe learn something useful.

"Ready?" Viper inquired.

Hope really wished her outfit had a bra and panties with it as she tugged again at the sagging top. Her tits were way too large for the band of fabric, nearly spilling out over the top and bottom. Viper seemed to notice that fact as well.

"Well I'm ready as I'll ever be." Hope sighed in resignation. At least she wasn't naked.

Viper reached out and placed his hand on her bare shoulder intending to lead her out.

Hope flinched as his hand brushed the bite mark.

"Sorry." He said a bit frustrated as he shifted his hand to her other shoulder.

"It'll be fine unless you have rabies or something."

It was a bit mean, but then again it was a jagged nasty bite he'd inflicted on her. She didn't know, he could have some sort of alien disease.

"No." Viper said quietly.

Hope almost felt bad, almost.

Viper led Hope out of his suite and down the long tan hall. They walked for a while passing several other aliens, mostly male. The men bowed their heads to Viper as they passed but looked at Hope strangely, with wide shocked eyes, but refusing to make eye contact.

Hope tried to look them square in the eyes. She felt like some sort of leper with the way they acknowledged Viper but ignored her like she wasn't there. Occasionally the men bowed their heads at her. She assumed it was a greeting so Hope did the same in return, not wanting to be rude to the few men who didn't ignore her.

Here and there someone stared too long or came too close and earned a low feral growl from Viper. It seemed though that he only growled at men not the occasional woman. Was he warding them off? It made Hope feel a bit like a favorite chew toy.

Hope noticed another alien woman being led by a man, his hand at her neck similar to how Viper held her.

Viper followed the couple at a distance and entered a large three story vast domed hall. It had benches and strange plants with ponds and sand. The trees reminded Hope of Joshua Trees. The giant room looked like a desert garden.