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“Beesha, Sirus. I had meant to stop by sooner. My apologies. Any new developments in the search?”
“I am afraid not, my lord.”
Alec’s ears perked, distracted from his efforts to stay calm. Developments in a search? That sounded on-going. Clearly, they weren’t talking about him.
“I see... Keep looking.” The king sounded grim.
“I will, Sire. With every spare moment I have.”
Zercy’s golden eyes settled on Alec’s face. He could feel them. Like a big heated balm roaming his features. “And how are things faring with my new little pet?”
Fuuuuuck. His timbre just dipped a couple octaves, gliding through Alec’s eardrums and into his body. Disconcerted, he fought back a shiver and swallowed. That Kríe needed to leave. His effect wasn’t natural.
And shit, with Alec bound to a table and naked, exposed to his bonfire stare? Who knew how his body would behave around the male. In his gut, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be good. Or in other words, would let the cat out of the bag. Reveal the fact that for some fucked up reason, King Zercy somehow destabilized his dick.
“Things fare well, Sire. I have much to report.”
“Indeed?”
“Oh, yes. So many interesting things.”
“My curiosity is piqued.”
“Come closer. I will show you.”
The king strode over and stopped by Alec’s side. Immediately, a warm knuckle brushed his cheek. Alec stiffened in response, not missing the current the contact created. His heart picked up speed. Sirus joined them on the other side of the table.
“As you can see,” the Kríe began, “his structure is similar to ours, but it does hold some unique differences, too.”
“Expound,” Zercy instructed. Alec could feel his gaze wandering.
“Of course.” Sirus pulled back Alec’s upper lip. “Denza.” Look. “No fangs, yet sharp teeth—which implies that his species eat meat.”
Alec irritably jerked his head away. He was done with Sirus touching him.
Unfortunately, Sirus didn’t take the hint. His fingers grazed Alec’s temple next. Alec bristled and ground his molars. “They have no horns whatsoever, nor claws, or a tail. No spikes of any sort, not even barbs.”
Zercy’s hand moved to Alec’s collar. “So vulnerable,” he murmured.
Vulnerable? Alec scowled. He’d show him vulnerable.
Later.
When he could move.
And wasn’t naked.
“Indeed, my lord. Even some of his senses seem inhibited.” He touched Alec’s brow. “When studying his eyes, I discovered they are not equipped to see in the dark. Unlike ours, his rods and cones do not connect. His hearing is not as sharp as ours, either.”
Zercy’s rumble sounded troubled. “They would not last long on our world.”
“No, they would not, with such minimal protection. Not even venom or defensive excretions were detected. But he is strong for his size, which at least is something. Although, he will never be as strong as Kríe. Such is physically impossible; his kind have only half the muscles.”
“Truly?”
“Tah. Take, for example, his upper arm. Where ours have eight muscle bands, his has only four. And since this was the case for every muscle group in his body, it explains his much leaner physique.”
“Interesting.” Zercy stroked Alec’s clavicle with his thumb.
Alec shifted under his touch, heart thumping faster.
“Internally, his constructs are much like ours, too. His skeletal design… Respiratory and circulatory systems... Two lungs, one heart, an intricate network of blood vessels… His digestive system, however, does seem to differ.”
Zercy’s thumb paused. “Differ in what way?”
“His kidneys are much smaller, as is his bladder… But the biggest distinction has to do with his stomach. Ours has two chambers, his has only one. And where our broken-down nutrients pass from the second chamber into our bloodstream, his appears to continue into his abdomen.”
Zercy’s frown was palpable. “I do not understand.”
Alec thought back to what Miros said about never taking shits. In hindsight, he guessed it made sense considering they didn’t have bowels. Evidently, that second half of a Niran’s stomach served the same purpose as small intestines.
“His digestive tract,” Sirus clarified. “It continues… in the form of a channel. A long, tubular organ that fills his lower cavity, winding around until it connects with his rectum.”
Yeah, Alec thought. Fucking awesome subject. Now, if only someone would just freaking untie him.
“Their digestive tract is connected to their… reproductive organs?”
“It seems so, my liege. I have never seen anything like it.”
Zercy didn’t reply.
“What is curious, however, is that when I explored this strange passage, no real matter was present. It is as if his body has discontinued using the channel, directing all nutrients solely to his bladder.”
A soft grunt. “That would be fortunate.”
“Tah… Although, I am not quite sure how much it matters.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because according to his test results, he is unable to accommodate our kind. His entry point is just too… well, too small.”
Ugh. Alec shifted awkwardly, heat suffusing his cheeks.
Above him, Zercy again didn’t reply.
Was he pissed? Consider Alec defective? An inadequate pet?
Whatever. Alec scowled. He should be relieved by Sirus’ findings. After all, they just bought him an official waiver; sex with the Kríe king was off the table. And a part of him did feel relief on some level, but another part of him definitely did not. That part felt pissed that the king would think less of him. It also felt more of that low-key disappointment. Which he hated. He hated that he felt that way. His jaw ticked angrily. He was sick of these asshole Kríe.
“Tell me more,” Zercy muttered. “What else have you found?”
“Aside from those discoveries, in regards to reproduction, his organs are much like ours, except smaller. A two-testis scrotum… a barbless cock… his sensitive inner jewel… Although, I am still in the process of examining him. His emotions are somewhat… hindering the process.”
Zercy resumed with his thumb. “Are they now.”
“Unfortunately, yes, Sire. His restlessness and agitation appear to affect cooperation. I do not understand why, but the last test I attempted seemed to unsettle him greatly. Getting him to full erection has proven arduous.”
“I see,” Zercy murmured. Was that amusement in his tone? “So this means you have yet to collect a sample.”
“Yes, my lord. I was attempting to do that now.”
“Ah. Then proceed. I should like to observe.”
Alec tensed. Aw, fuck. He was going to stay and watch?
“Yes, Sire. Right away. In fact, I have the instrument right here.” Sirus shuffled a few steps over, then promptly returned.
Zercy stilled and clutched Alec’s shoulder. “That is your tool?”
“Yes, my lord. A bahka reed. They are very effective siphons.”
“Yes, but surely…” Zercy’s voice sounded tight. “Surely that will hurt him. A lot.”
Oh, God. What the fuck was a bahka reed? Alec’s pulse raced faster. He pulled at his restraints.
“Yes, my lord,” Sirus answered. “I am afraid it will. If he was hard it would not, but he resists.”
The king grunted darkly. Alec could feel his gaze—scrutinizing Alec’s face, and then his dick.
“Perhaps I might have better luck.”
Oh, God. His timbre. It’d gone way too fucking husky. Heat spread through Alec’s belly as realization struck—the king would most definitely have better luck.
Zercy moved in close. Warm breath kissed Alec’s ear. “Hello, my pet. It is I, your mighty king. And as your king, I command you to get hard.”
Alec’s cock gave a twitch, as if saying okay! Disloyal bastard.
“Fuck off.”
Sirus exhaled. “It is pointless, Sire. He will not comply.”
Zercy chuckled, ignoring his servant, his chuff tickling Alec’s neck. “Oh, come now. Just this once.” He settled his hand on Alec’s throat. “Please your king like a good little human.”
Asshole. And yet ironically, his words were turning Alec on. What the shit? Anxiously, he swallowed against the Kríe’s heavy palm. He could feel his dick thickening, growing bigger.
“No,” he bit tersely.
Don’t get hard—Don’t get hard—
Quickly, he pulled to mind disgusting images.
Rotten cabbage—Chunky milk—
“You deny me?” Zercy murmured.
Shit, his low rumble was making things worse.
“Yes,” Alec rasped.
Fungus toes—Stinky cheese—
“With all due respect, Sire. Perhaps we should commence.”
Zercy chuckled again, clearly still ignoring his physician, and snagged Alec’s lobe between his teeth.
Alec sucked in a breath as current zinged into his junk, powering a surge of blood up his shaft. Shit! Motherfucker! He fisted his hands.
“My lord,” Sirus groused. “You are not even touching it. I seriously doubt that just talking to him will—” He stopped in mid-sentence. “I… I do not believe it. Your pet… He is fully erect.”
Fuuuck.
Alec clenched his jaw.
Zercy released his lobe, mostly likely to get a look for himself. His mouth returned quickly though, and grazed Alec’s ear. “Ah… You could not do it. Could not keep your cock soft. Your king stirs your loins. I arouse you.”
Alec didn’t reply, because honestly, what was the point? He couldn’t exactly argue the blatantly obvious.
Sirus emitted a perplexed sound. “I suppose we should begin.”
Zercy straightened back up, or so Alec assumed, since his breath no longer teased Alec’s skin. “Yes. By all means.”
God, the bastard sounded smug.
“Of course… Yes… Um… Hmm. Perhaps you should hold his cock.”
This couldn’t be happening. Alec grit his teeth. “How about no one holds my cock?”
Zercy ignored him. “It would be my pleasure.”
Warm fingers curled around Alec’s shaft. Potent zings engulfed his crotch. He tamped back a moan. Oh, God. He was going to fucking come in that smug Kríe’s hand. Maybe not this second, but definitely soon. Just the king’s grip alone was making him crazy.
“Good, Sire… Although, perhaps you could hold it below the head. With just your thumb and finger… Yes, perfect.”
“Imagine that,” Zercy mused. He was smiling. Alec could hear it. “King of the Kríe holding his pet’s little crown.”
Alec bristled, glaring daggers behind that fucking blindfold.
Sirus chuckled. “Indeed.” Two more fingers touched Alec’s glans, right on either side of its hole. Firmly, they pulled it open, then warm liquid oozed inside.
Alec tensed from head to toe. “What is that? What are you doing?”
“There,” Sirus announced, as though Alec hadn’t even spoken. “We are ready to begin. Hold him steady, my lord, while I slip the… reed… inside…”
Whoa, what? Alec tensed even harder than before. Above, the king loosed a sultry growl. All hungry-sounding and dark, and blatantly aroused. But then it hit. That raw, burning sting right where something thin was entering his cock.
He jerked instinctively. “Shit—What are you doing?”
Zercy clutched his hip with his free hand and held him secure. “Be still, pet. Kerra.” Relax. “All is well.”
“No. All is not well,” he ground out. “That thing stings.”
“Not for long,” Sirus murmured, sounding utterly focused. Farther he fed that reed into Alec’s urethra until, finally, the thing gently bottomed out.
A grunt breached Alec’s lips at the foreign sensation, pleasure stirring in the root of his cock. He shifted his hips, wishing like hell he could see. Even though the reed didn’t hurt anymore, it still felt weird as shit inside his dick.
A second drizzle of liquid eased its way inside. Sirus moved the reed up a little, then slid it back down, like he was testing the level of lubrication. More drizzle. More testing. Soon resistance was nonexistent.
The Kríe chuffed softly. “Denza, Sire. Watch it now.” On the heel of his words, Alec felt the reed rise, all the way up until just inside his glans. “I let go and, look, gravity does all the work.” Right on cue, the reed sank back down, slow and steady, with clearly no one holding on. It softly bottomed out again. More bliss roused in his junk.
Alec bit his cheek. Swallowed. Swiveled his wrists in their restraints.
“Captivating,” Zercy rumbled. “I should like to try.”
“Of course.”
For shit’s sake. Alec braced as the king did a replay, pulling the reed up… then letting it go. It glided smoothly back to the base of his dick. More zings as it touched down. Alec tamped back a moan—which only seemed to spur the king on.
“He likes this,” Zercy purred, repeating the action.
Alec shuddered and restlessly clenched his teeth.
Zercy chuckled, relenting. “You may proceed.”
“Yes, Sire. Just allow me to wake the bahka.”
Alec stiffened, his crotch thrumming. “You mean, that thing’s alive-alive?”
“Tah,” Sirus answered. “All of Mina is. Every part.”
Alec’s heart sped faster. He tried to close his knees. Then, way deep down inside the base of his cock, that slippery reed started to shimmy. Licks of current instantly branched in every direction.
Alec sucked in sharply. “Ungh—shit—” That felt unreal.
Zercy growled, low and heady. “What is it doing?”
“Loosening the soil.”
“The soil?”
“In theory, yes. As a fundamental root, to extract what it needs, it vibrates the ground to break it up, making it easier to pull in its meal. Water, insects, whatever it requires. What I have discovered, however, is that when manipulated in controlled environments, these vibrations work incredibly well for other purposes… Like stimulating a male’s jewel from a different direction.”
“Through his cock,” Zercy surmised. “Instead of his channel.”
“Correct, my lord. The uppermost part of every male’s jewel is nestled against the root of his member.”
Alec shuddered and jerked as they jabbered the fuck on, the intensity of those currents flat-out rocking him. His eyes rolled back. His heart hammered faster.
“Incredible,” Zercy mused. “And this will make him come?”
“It should, Sire. Tah.”
“And his seed, when he does?”
“The bahka will siphon it into this holding pod.”
Alec bit back a groan. Those fuckers were unbelievable. Talking about his cock, about his fucking orgasm, like he wasn’t even motherfucking there.
“How long will it take?” The king’s gaze was on his dick. Alec could feel its heavy weight. Feel its heat.
“Not long. But outside assistance would speed the process.”
“By stroking him,” the king presumed.
“Tah. That would help.”
The Kríe stopped talking, no doubt to watch the reed working. Teasing his junk with a barrage of bliss as he furiously fought not to thrust. Alec tried to fight it back, all that intoxicating pleasure, but holy freaking shit, it wasn’t easy. Already, he needed to come so damn bad.
“Please,” he panted before he could stop himself. His junk was going nuts. He couldn’t stand it.
Zercy released his hip and slowly roamed his fingers over his abs. “You wish to spill?” he rumbled smoothly.
“Yes—You’re fucking killing me—”
“Hmm. By my hand?”
Alec bristled, but to his consternation, that was easier to admit than he’d like. “Yes,” he gasped breathlessly. “Yes—By your hand—”
“Ask nicely.”
Grr! “Please—”
“As you wish,” Zercy conceded. He loosed his hold on Alec’s crown and gripped his shaft. “Sirus, I am ready to make him spill.”
“Very good, Sire. Just remember not to stop prematurely. I gave him kirah nectar to increase his production. To halt before he is finished might cause him pain.”
Wait, what? So, that’s why his prostate felt so full?
Fucking Sirus. He’d said that that shit was for his health. Never mentioned that it’d stockpile cum.
“Understood,” the king murmured, starting a slow, loose stroke. “Do not stop until my pet is fully milked.”
Alec shivered at the feel of his hand wrapped around him, at the sound of his rich, decadent voice. He still couldn’t believe this. That this crazy shit was happening. That this Kríe, who just purchased his team an hour ago, was about to juice the shit out of his monkey.
And a part of Alec was going to fucking love it.
With that reed still down his dick, Alec rocked his hips, absently syncing them up with Zercy’s hand. The king eased his hold, but continued on. Oh, God. Those fingers, moving steady but staying so loose? It was stoking a freaking maelstrom in his junk. Pleasure mounted, pressure surged. Alec helplessly groaned.
Zercy growled again and swiped his thumb across Alec’s crown. Alec’s whole body shuddered.
“Shit,” he panted roughly. Licking his lips, he fisted his hands. As good as this felt—and it felt like fucking rapture—he needed it to end as soon as possible. Not just so he could finally bust his monster load, but for another unexpected reason, too. The sinking suspicion that if this went on much longer, he’d end up irrevocably addicted. Or in other words, royally screwed.
He twitched as Zercy jacked him all lazy and slow. “Yeah—” He nodded restlessly. “Fuck—Don’t stop—”
The mighty Kríe purred and palmed Alec’s cheek with his free hand, then slid his strong fingers into Alec’s hair. His claws grazed Alec’s scalp. Alec moaned before he could stop himself, the tantalizing sensation only making him crazier.
Pressure mushroomed in his crotch. Pleasure coursed up his shaft, flicking up his length, teasing his crown. His balls firmed. His toes curled. His muscles locked tight.
“Shit,” he groaned, hips thrusting. “Ungh, God—So fucking close—”
“Tah…” Zercy growled. “Right on the verge. Spill for me, pet. Spill for your king.”
Like a fuse that reached its end, his command set Alec off.
“Fuuuck!” he belted.
Pleasure exploded in his ass, then detonated the shit out of his nuts. From the base of his cock to its bulging, rock-hard crown. Ecstasy. Running rampant. Making him quake.
But as his spine fought to arch and his hips went wild thrusting, not one splat of hot cum hit his body. Instead, as his balls and G kicked the stuff free, he could feel that eager bahka siphoning it up. Drawing it from the source even faster than he could pump it, creating the most erotic sensation of suction. Powerful and unceasing, heightening his release. A mind-blowing compliment to Zercy’s hand.
Out of nowhere, the sensation had him picturing the king. All dark and stunning, with his lips around a straw, sucking Alec’s cum straight from his nuts. Oh, God. That visual. Way too stimulating. He rifled into a brand new release.
“Shit—” he croaked loudly as the orgasm spiked. “Ungh—I can’t stop—Can’t stop coming—”
“No, you cannot,” Sirus chuckled somewhere distant.
“Moonsah,” the king growled. More. “Give me every drop.”
Alec panted as his reeling prostate pulsed in his channel. Surely, he’d already given up a vat. But just like last time, the stuff kept on coming. And his stupid freaking hips kept on thrusting. Like the king was controlling them, wasn’t letting them stop. Not that it felt bad, Alec was orgasming for fuck’s sake, but his sanity was getting siphoned up with his cum.
Sometime later—he had absolutely no idea how long—a blissed-out, broken groan crawled up his throat. His lungs burned. His muscles twitched. Sweat covered his body. And as a dull ache formed in his nuts and his prostate hummed, he shuddered, then slumped like a noodle.
Finished or not, he was out of fucking gas.
“Krye…” Zercy murmured. “You are beautiful.”