Seven
Balvan’s domicile was as large, as warm, as welcoming as the male himself. The ceilings were high. The chambers were spacious. The furnishings were huge and sturdy.
It felt like home, like safety, like love.
Elyce utilized the cleansing chamber, alone, the privacy unsettling, a little bit scary. Her image appeared in a reflective surface. She didn’t recognize her face, her eyes holding a sorrow, a wariness they hadn’t before her abduction.
The unsightly scars around her neck were new also. She traced the deep grooves. Paloma had viewed them with horror.
But she was a child.
Balvan was full-grown and male and he had described Elyce’s scars as being a delicate pink. Her shoulders straightened. Her big green warrior believed her to be beautiful, saw her as desirable.
That must be the truth.
She exited and he was waiting for her, standing guard, ensuring she was safe. No one could enter without his permission.
His private chamber was dominated by a massive sleeping support. Trepidation tangled with anticipation inside her
“One of your curls is misbehaving.” He reached out to her.
Elyce, remembering other hands and less gentle fingers, instinctively flinched.
Emotion flashed in his eyes. He dropped his hand.
“No.” She grasped his wrist, raised his palm to her face. “Touch me.” She nuzzled against his rough skin, trying to undo the harm she’d done. “I need this. If…when I react badly, remind me who you are.”
“I am Balvan.” His deep rumble rolled over her. “I will never hurt you.”
He slid his free arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Fear coursed through her. She gazed up at him, into his green eyes, forced herself not to move, not to react, focused on breathing in, breathing out, breathing in, breathing out.
The irrational terror subsided.
Moments passed. There was no pain, only comfort, only him, her big male. She relaxed against him, her body sinking into his. He drifted his fingertips over her face, gazing down at her as though she were the most gorgeous creature in the universe, as though he was in awe that she was standing next to him.
She explored his chest, his abs, the cascade of hard muscle, played with the waistband of his ass coverings. He was erect, his unrelenting length outlined against the leather.
Did she arouse him? Or was he thinking of another female, like Marowit had thought of another female while he took her, using her body as a substitute for the one he couldn’t have?
She wanted Balvan to want her, to see her. Because she wanted only him, saw only him. She ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. Sex would be a challenge. The thought of being underneath a male frightened her.
But this was Balvan. She glided her fingers over the bulge in his ass coverings. He wouldn’t take more than she offered, wouldn’t cause any more pain than was necessary.
There would be pain. He was a large male.
Her fingers touched his leather-covered tip and he jerked.
“We should rest.” He stepped backward. “Only rest.”
His stern tone emphasized the rejection. “You don’t want me,” she whispered, her cheeks burning. She was forcing herself on him as Marowit forced himself on her.
“I want you, little female.” Balvan unfastened his ass coverings, yanked the leather downward, freeing his hard cock. “This is how much.”
Erections lied. Marowit had taught her that. “That could be due to someone else. Marowit’s was. He called me Paloma and—”
“I want you.” Balvan’s face darkened. “And only you, Elyce.” He grasped her arms, his hold on her gentle yet secure. “You’re all I think about. Your scent.” He inhaled, his nostrils flaring. “Your voice. Your smile. Your endless curves, your restless hands, and those pink scars. You know what I want to do to them.”
She would never forget. “You want to kiss each one.”
“And I will.” His head dipped. “But after we rest.” He removed his boots, his ass coverings, standing proudly before her, endless green skin and muscles. “I don’t want you to lose consciousness like you did the last time.”
She had passed out. “There was too much pleasure.” She admitted her weakness. “And I had felt only pain for so long.” She moved toward him, needing the strength of his big form. “My body couldn’t deal with the change.”
“You will have to become accustomed to it.” He held her against him.
She sighed, feeling no fear, only a heart-deep happiness.
“Because I plan to shower you with pleasure every opportunity I can.”
“Okay.” Elyce snuggled against Balvan. She would attempt to show him the same bliss. It might not be possible. She didn’t know if she was capable of giving another being joy. But she would try.
She yawned, the fullness of the planet rotation catching up to her.
Balvan crouched in front of her, grasped one of her boot-covered ankles. She obligingly lifted her foot. He removed her boot.
They repeated the process with her right foot.
The boots’ toes were scuffed. The heels were dusty.
“I’ll clean them later.” Elyce promised. She’d polish his big boots also. That was one thing she could do for him, the thought of caring for another being, for him, appealing to her.
For so long she’d been focused on survival, on getting through the next moment, the next punishment. To turn her attention to Balvan and his needs was an indulgence.
Elyce unfastened her pretty flight suit, wiggled out of it, folded the garment into a neat square, running her fingers over the precious fabric. She picked up his ass coverings and did the same with that soft leather.
“You didn’t have to do that.” He held out his hands.
“I wanted to do it.” She gave him the garments. He set them on a horizontal support, within reach, implying she’d wear the flight suit again.
Elyce smiled. She’d spotted some near-naked females when they walked through the settlement. He didn’t have to give her garments to wear, to show her that respect.
Yet he did. That meant the universe to her.
She glanced at the sleeping support. “Marowit insisted I sleep on the ground.” Like a beast.
Balvan scowled. “You’re sleeping with me.” He lifted her to the sleeping support. “You’re my equal, little female. Everything I have is yours.”
He had so much—a domicile, unlimited beverage, friends, freedom. She would be content with any one of those things. To share everything he had would be like living a fantasy.
With her fantasy male.
He reclined beside her, lying on his back, positioning his big form between her and the exit. The sleeping support was massive yet his body filled the length of it. Marowit would have to go through him to get to her.
Seeking extra security, she wiggled toward Balvan until she pressed against his side. He placed his arm around her, the cage of muscle reassuring her. She was safe with him. No one would hurt her.
“Everything I have is yours also,” she murmured, her eyes closing. “Though I don’t have much.” Her only possession was her body.
“You are everything a warrior could ever desire in a mate, Elyce.” Balvan mouthed over her forehead. “You’re strong, clever and caring, beautiful and brave, and I’m honored you choose to be with me.”
She chose to be with him. Elyce savored those words. “I’m not strong or brave.”
“You are.” He rubbed her left arm, up and down, up and down. “It took bravery to escape your abductor, strength to survive what he’d done to you.” His voice warmed with admiration. “I’m proud to know you, to hold you.”
He was proud, proud to know her. Her lips turned upward. Warmth engulfed her soul, sweeping her into the darkness.
* * *
Elyce woke with a start, opened her eyes, saw green skin, and relaxed. Balvan was the male touching her, holding her. She tilted her head back, met his gaze.
He was awake, remained hard, his cock pushing against her thigh, yet hadn’t made a move on her. His head dipped. Her lips parted.
What was she doing? She smacked a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. I have…” Waking breath. Except she didn’t. She blew against her palm. “My breath is fresh.”
Balvan’s lips quirked upward. “It is one of the benefits of nanohumanics.”
“I like it.” She gripped his shoulders and covered his smiling lips with hers. Their mouths opened. Her tongue tentatively tapped his.
Fear surged through her. She pulled back, retreating. He didn’t chase her. She touched his tongue with hers again. He didn’t move. She slid her flesh along his, their tongues slowly twining, tumbling.
It was a kiss, not an assault as her abductors had inflicted upon her. The other males had ground their teeth against her lips, choked her with their tongues. Balvan bracketed her face with his hands, coaxing her to respond to him. Their embrace slowly intensified, the passion building.
He tasted good, like he was hers, hers to care for, hers to keep. She slid her body along his, rubbing her taut nipples over his chest. His cock slipped between her spread legs.
Their lips fused, becoming one. He rumbled, that arousing sound vibrating through her.
She lowered until his shaft pressed against her pussy lips, the pressure exquisite. He sucked in his breath, his reaction amplified through their kiss, thrilling her.
Elyce rolled her hips, wetting his flesh, riding his hardness. His hands drifted down her back, his fingers curving over her ass.
Anxiety fluttered inside her, echoes of past experiences. She gazed at Balvan’s rugged countenance, reminding herself who he was, that she was in control. Her form was on top of his, free, unrestrained. He was underneath her, a position the other males had never taken.
She could stop this, could leave at any time. He’d be frustrated but he would let her go, finish on his own.
Elyce didn’t want him to do that. She yearned for her own satisfaction, preferred to be with him when he reached his.
They moved together, rutting without entry, teasing each other with their lips, hands, bodies. She navigated his fit physique, savoring his power, his control.
His eyes darkened. Her pussy dripped, their desire a tangible force.
“You’re so beautiful.” Balvan dragged his lips over her chin, along her neck. “So courageous.” He laved her scars with the flat of his tongue. “So strong, Elyce.”
His usage of her name reassured her. He was thinking of her, desired her.
And she desired him, all of him. “I want you inside me.” She pushed herself upward until she straddled him.
“I’m very large.” He gazed up at her.
His concern for her reinforced her determination to have all of him. “I want this.” She lifted herself higher, positioned him at her entrance, and lowered.
He cupped her ass, stabilizing her, supporting her weight, as he entered her. Large was an understatement. Fuck. She bit back a wince. His broad tip stretched her to the point of pain.
But she kept her expression blank, devoid of all emotion, while taking his huge cock. Balvan would stop if he knew he was hurting her and she wanted this, needed this, had endured more agony for worse beings and for no reward.
There would be a reward with her big male. She knew that in her soul. He’d give her pleasure, ensure she reached release with him. The hurt would be worth it.
His gaze remained fixed on her face as she accommodated more and more of him. The sensual slide seemed as endless as her trek across Carinae E’s barren wastelands. He reshaped her body with his tremendous size, pressing against her inner walls, opening her up to him.
“My brave little female,” he murmured, his admiration bolstering her resolve.
She could do this, make him hers in all ways. Elyce bore down on him, determined to meet the challenge, master his cock. Over half a solar cycle of harsh sexual servitude had prepared her for this. She would not be defeated.
Finally, her pussy lips touched his base. Relief swept over her.
“I took all of you.” Her voice was thin. She lifted her chin, sitting on her big male proudly. Not every female could have done that.
“You did.” Balvan massaged her upper thighs. “Being inside you, feeling you around me—” His voice broke.
This fuck mattered to him also, perhaps more than it mattered to her. She gazed at him, affected by his reaction. “We’re connected.”
The link between them had strengthened, filling the air around them with meaning. He was a part of her, physically and emotionally.
“You are my mate.” He watched her face, as though he worried she’d fight their bond, a connection she’d sensed the moment she heard his voice. “You’re the one being genetically compatible with me. I’ve lived for thousands of human lifespans, didn’t believe I’d ever find you.”
She was the one being for him. Her pussy dripped. “I truly am unique.”
She wasn’t interchangeable with any other female, not for him.
He nodded. “You’re special to me, more precious than any other being in this universe.”
“I’m not a little female. I’m your little female.” She was his.
“Yes.” His head dipped again. “And I am your male.”
“You’re my big male.” Possession wasn’t the same as love. Marowit had shown her that. But Balvan wouldn’t ever hurt her, not intentionally, and she was safe with him. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He lifted his eyebrows.
“I’ll try to be good mate to you.” She’d learn how to please him. “I’m broken but—”
“You’re perfect for me.” Balvan said that with no hesitation, no doubt. “You’ve already given me more than I ever dreamed of having.” He clasped her hands, linking their fingers together. “Being inside you is…”
His words faltered once more.
“You don’t have to talk.” She smiled. “I understand.”
She understood what he wanted from her.
Sex.
She might not be capable of winning his love but she could give him a great fuck, ensuring he never lacked for physical companionship.
Her body loosened around his shaft. She rocked, shallowly. He was very large and her legs were short. She couldn’t move far.
Shit. Maybe she couldn’t give him a great fuck. She blew out her breath, her confidence deflating.
He slid his hands under her ass. “Squeeze my arm when you want me to lift you.” He boosted her upward until only his tip remained inside her. “You’ll set our pace.”
He dropped her and she yelped, swamped with sensation, overcome with need. One moment, she was almost empty. The next moment, she was full, deliciously full.
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced and she wanted more of it. Elyce squeezed his forearms, relishing his hard muscle. Balvan elevated and dropped her. She squeezed. He elevated and dropped her.
Her breasts jiggled. Her ass smacked against his unrelenting thighs. Her pussy soaked his thick shaft with wetness, slicking the slow ascent and the breathtakingly fast descent.
She was in control. Her big male had given her that gift. She arched her back, riding him, gloriously free. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her hair dampened.
The only signs of his exertions were the hard line of his clenched jaw and the flex of his biceps. He propelled himself upward as she fell, meeting her halfway, catching her with his body.
That required impressive power. She gazed down at him with admiration. He was a beast, a force of nature, and she was his mate.
“Harder. Faster.” She increased their tempo, clenching him with her legs, with her inner walls, and Balvan grunted, striving to meet her demands. The sleeping support bounced against the wall. An excited yipping originated from outside the chamber. Elyce panted, a band of pressure forming around her chest.
All memories of the other males faded. There was only Balvan, her great green giant, and their encounter, not her first but the first of its kind.
She’d never been fucked like this. He was a large male, striking virgin flesh with each deep thrust, but the difference was more than physical. She felt him in her heart, in her soul, places no one else had ever reached.
Passion ripped at her, pulling her closer and closer to the edge yet not over. His huge cock should have been enough for her, for any female, but she was broken and needed more. “Balvan.”
“Touch yourself, Elyce.” He knew what she wanted. “Rub the special spot for me.”
She whimpered. The mere thought of touching her clit almost propelled her into the dark abyss of release.
“Come with me.” Elyce threaded her fingers through her private curls. She didn’t want to come alone.
“I will, my little female.” He grimaced, the strength in his countenance enthralling her. “I’m so fraggin’ close.”
“Yes.” She would help them both reach satisfaction.
Elyce brushed her fingertips over her clit and a ravaging wave of bliss rushed through her. She screamed, flinging her arms behind her, and soared over the edge of fulfillment, her inner walls closing around him.
He bellowed, the sound bouncing off the chamber’s walls, and drove upward. Hot cum shot from his tip, blasted her inner flesh, and her earlier perception of pleasure was blown to pieces. Ecstasy, mind-numbingly intense, hit her, smacking her soul backward.
Only Balvan’s grip on her held Elyce upright. Swells of euphoria rocked her form as he filled her with his nanohumanics-infused essence. She bubbled, in her pussy, her chest, her fingertips. All of her was touched by him.
The chamber flashed light and dark, light and dark. He shuddered under her, his arms and legs gyrating, his muscles spasming. She shook as fiercely, clasping his arms, holding onto him until she couldn’t any longer.
She collapsed, quivering. Her cheek slapped against his chest. He murmured words her brain couldn’t grasp, rubbed his rough palms over her back.
“That was…” She couldn’t find the word in her beleaguered brain.
“Yes, it was.” It didn’t matter. Balvan understood.
Her fingers splayed over him. He understood everything.