Chapter 14 Domination

"Two hundred Nobillo, he said?"

"Yes," Lindsay answered.

Sirix frowned. "It might just be hyperbole, but that's a risk we can't afford to take. We send the messengers tonight. But first," He nuzzled Lindsay's cheek, a gesture she returned. It was probably the Bonat equivalent to kissing, she thought. He picked her up and gently laid her in his bed, pulling his blanket up over her naked body. He stopped, his indigo eyes lingering on her breasts.

He pulled up and kissed her lips. It was a bit loose, but, then, he'd only learned what a kiss was less than an hour ago, Lindsay thought. She had no doubt that by morning he'd be kissing like he'd been doing it for years. He did seem to learn very fast.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," he said, pulling away. "Try not to fall asleep on me."

"And what will you do if I do?" Lindsay said, coyly.

"Let you sleep and ravage you tomorrow."

"That answer's a bit tame."

"There will be nothing tame about what I do to you tomorrow."

She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe I should fall asleep."

"I won't tell you what to do. But if you do stay awake, you can tell me what to do for the rest of the night," he flashed his large canine at her, "and I'll still ravage you tomorrow."

She raised her brows. "I'll get to control the great Bona Serat Corsar for the rest of the night?"

"I will be a slave to your pleasure, alone."

"You make it very hard to sleep."

"Use the time wisely, I'll be expecting your first command when I return." He stood and pulled his pants and jacket back on.

She was pleased to see he chose to go shirtless. She sighed, letting her body relax. She didn't need to think about it, she knew exactly what she wanted him to do when he returned.

She heard him from the flap of the tent. "Get me Mardi, Pamma, Jaralo, and Kadax."

"Yes, Bona Serat Corsar," a guard answered. Probably Hix. It sounded like Hix, her tired brain thought.

She heard Sirix shuffling around for a few minutes as her brain drifted in and out of consciousness. No! Stay awake! she told herself. But she was so tired. She hadn't felt tired a moment ago when he was sucking on her. Mmm... that delicious sensation of his mouth sucking on her nipple. She tried to hold onto it, but the warmth of it only made her contented body sleepier.

A few seconds or, more likely, quite a while later she heard voices.

"I need you to deliver these to the Corsars," Sirix said. "Kadax, did you hear me?" She heard Kadax say something but she wasn't sure what. The words were muffled by the music. "That's not your concern, Kadax."

She turned and opened her groggy eyes to see her four soldiers standing at the entryway. It was clear they could see her. Kadax was staring right at her. Well, it was probably somewhat surprising. Good thing Sirix had thought to cover her or they'd be getting an eyeful of alien anatomy right now. She shut her eyes again, pretending to be asleep.

"Now hurry, there's no time to waste. Send a messenger as soon as you arrive."

"Yes, Bona Serat Corsar," they answered in unison.

Sirix let the tent flap fall and turned back to Lindsay. "And now, it's your turn."

She smiled and pulled the blanket off, revealing her naked body, arching her shoulders to make her breasts all the more inviting. He smiled and, in a second, he was on them, sucking, massaging, his free hand between her legs, playing, penetrating. Her breathing came fast and heavy. Her head lolled from side to side, her eyes closed tight as she enjoyed the building heat and tension within her.

"Ohhhhohhhh!" a shuddering moan escaped her lips as the warmth spread through her and the tension released in a soft orgasm. It felt wonderful as the heat melted away.

"Sirix," she said, taking his hand.

He stopped. "Yes?"

"Get on the bed, it's my turn."

"As you ask."

They switched places, she kneeling beside the bed while he lay on his back, exposing his goncer. She kissed his lips, enjoying his returned kiss. She quickly moved down, kissing his neck, tilting his head back with her nose as she kissed up further. His rough hand stroked her shoulder and back as she did, stopping suddenly when she nibbled on his ear.

"Too hard?" she whispered.

"No. Harder. Higher."

She nibbled harder, going up the edge to the slight point of cartilage that gave the ears of the Bonat a slightly squared appearance. He gasped as she bit down on it, holding it between her teeth. She took it within her lips and began sucking. Sirix let out a groan, the arm on her back pulling her in.

She began massaging the area around his goncer, allowing a finger to slip in as her hand moved around. His eyelids fluttered as a sigh shuttered through him. She gave the point a little firm nibble and let her fingers fall into his goncer, rubbing against the band. His breath came hard and fast.

He pulled her over until her body was almost on top of him. His fingers sought and found her nipples, teasing their tips, causing air to rush from her nose to his moistened ear. This seemed to have the effect of making him all the more aroused. His goncer tightened around her fingers.

She pulled up on the ear and let it slide from between her teeth. She felt the goncer tighten to the point of being almost closed, his chest jumping at the release. She whispered, "I want to hear you howl," in his ear.

She ran her hand over his chest, making sure to hit the white spots. From his low grunts, closed eyes, and contented smile she could tell he had entered into the world of the sublime. Now to push him over the edge.

She nuzzled into his neck and then bit back down on his ear, nibbling hard enough to be almost biting, then she pushed her narrow fist inside of him, running it up and down. Within seconds, his otherworldly howls filled her ears.

After a while, she slowly withdrew her fist; he took it in his shaking hands and pulled it to his lips in something of a kiss.

"I don't know whether to have you honored or banished for that," he said with a smile, his voice hoarse. "There was still light in the sky when you started. How long?"

She lay down next to him, nuzzling his cheek. They shared a kiss. "Maybe half an hour."

"Half an hour? No wonder my throat is sore."

"You know you could have come out of it at any time," Lindsay said, archly.

"But why would I have wanted to?" He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, nuzzling into her shoulder with a smile of contentment on his lips. "Indsayee." She kissed him and, resting within the warmth of his embrace, she drifted off into a deep sleep.

The sun was shining on her face when she awoke, eyelids fluttering in the morning light. It took her a moment to realize she wasn't in her tent, and that she was being held by strong blue arms.

"Good morning, Indsayee. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes." No. She hadn't. Her dreams had been haunted by the Nobillo prince and his servant. But she didn't want to tell him that.

He nuzzled her cheek, whispering into her ear. "You don't need to lie to me."

"I just didn't want to talk about it. I'd just like to forget them."

"Don't worry, I won't ask you to talk. But I'll be happy to help you forget." He ducked under the blanket.

She could feel his tongue tracing her breasts and down her middle, causing her to laugh as it tickled her stomach. "Sirix!" she cried, gripping his head in her hands.

"Yes?" he asked, peeking out from under the covers.

"Let me use the toilet first!"

"Oh yes, good idea." He pulled the blanket off her.

She sat on the strange toilet thinking. What was she doing? When her high school counselor asked them where they saw themselves in five years as they prepared for the PSAT's, she never would have guessed: "Commanding an alien army on a far-off planet and banging their leader." Not even if she'd had a million guesses. When they'd been warned about life throwing curveballs, they meant getting pregnant in college or your parents divorcing. Not this!

"Something on your mind?" Sirix asked.

"No! I told you to look away!" Sirix obediently turned his back to her in the bed. Ugh. She'd never get used to these open toilets. At least Sirix's tent had plumbing. All her tent had was a pot if she didn't want to make the walk to the toilets. She always made the walk, no matter how late or scary.

She really should have done this last night. She didn't want to risk an infection. But then, could she even get an infection here? She hadn't yet. Perhaps the alien bacteria didn't recognize her species enough to know how to infect her. Or perhaps it would kill her in a day if it ever got in. Lindsay Weaver, killed by an alien UTI. She finished up. "Ok, I'm done, you can look again."

"Finally!" His appreciative gaze traveled hungrily up and down her nude form. "You humans are so sensitive."

Lindsay was incensed. "You say that instead of anything about my body after staring at it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to eat me alive."

"Then it seems I don't need to say anything more. My eyes did the talking."

"Jump off a tree into the river, Sirix."

"I fully intend to. Or, at least, I'll let my tongue handle the task. Perhaps even dip into the whirlpool."

It took her a second to understand his meaning but when she did her knees suddenly swooped. What the hell!? Was that what they meant by going weak in the knees? What was this alien doing to her?! Everything you ever wanted, her mind answered. Well, almost... they could figure that part out later. "Speaking of whirlpools, I think there's a well I need to fathom."

He chuckled. "I believe I promised I would ravage you today. But first, I should follow your lead." He stood; his whole body exposed to her. It was muscular, but spare, compact, with arms slightly longer than they should have been. He had less the look of a Ken doll than a skater. Except for his crotch. She'd never get used to seeing nothing there.

He went over to the toilet, she turned away.

"I don't mind if you see," he said.

"But I do!" she called back.

"Suit yourself."

Suddenly, she was upside down, being held up in strong arms. "Would you prefer to do this backward or forward?" he asked.

She reached down to the ground, leaning her legs back over his shoulders. "Backwards first, then forwards."

The warmth of his tongue ran between her legs, from her clit to her vagina where it buried itself inside of her. She could feel it moving as she moaned. He traveled back up to her clit, swooping his tongue around it, just barely tapping it, causing her to gasp every time, her body suddenly tensing, relaxing, and tensing again. He slid back down, just to the entrance, and began lapping at it quickly, firmly, slightly penetrating.

She walked her hands back until they were almost between his legs, bending her body back more so her legs hung further down. He buried his face in her labia, his tongue deep inside of her. It felt so good tears sprang to her eyes.

"Mmm Sirix," she said. "Just like that."

She bounced up as he adjusted his hold and went in as far as he could go. She could feel the tip of his tongue pushing against the soft flesh inside, stroking. She bent back a little more, inviting him to venture up again.

"Oh Sirix, make me cum," she moaned.

She only had to ask and his mouth was on her clit, sucking, teasing, circling, fast and firm. The pressure built in her hips, begging to be released as her breaths came quickly. She knew her legs were shaking on Sirix's shoulders. The fire blazed within her; she shut her eyes as her whole body tensed, her toes curling tightly. Her panting turned to screaming as she crested to orgasm. She came. The world disappeared except for Sirix's tongue pushing her further.

She was tossed high, spinning, caught again, her face against his goncer. She wrapped her legs around his neck as he nuzzled her labia back open, tongue penetrating her, in and out, in the most provoking way. But she wasn't about to go without a fight. She embraced him just above his hips and pushed her tongue into his goncer, finding the band within and licking it forcefully. She felt his body shuddering. He let out a low howl.

"Dammit, Indsayee! If that's how you want it..."

Her mind went blank as he went after her clit. She was gone. She was beyond gone.

She was in a doctor's office. A real doctor's office, full of real humans. She was moving through the hall to a room where a young woman with blond hair tied up in a messy bun sat, fidgeting, in a blue paper gown. She looked like she was still in high school.

A kind looking middle-aged Black woman walked in dressed in scrubs. "Now, I'm going to put this gel on your stomach, Tabby. Is it ok if I call you Tabby?" The girl nodded her head, a tight smile on her lips. "Just lay back, it'll only be a moment." The blonde girl grimaced as the woman pulled back her gown revealing a slightly bulging belly. "Are you sure you don't want your parents here?"

The girl nodded again. "Yes."

"I understand," the woman said, sympathetically. She placed a fat wand-like thing on the girl's stomach. The screen beside her sprang to life, showing a grayish blob that vaguely resembled a baby. "There he is," the woman announced.

"That's him? It's a boy?" The girl said, tears springing to her eyes.

"Yep, it's a boy." The ultrasound technician smiled as she moved the wand.

"I hope he looks like his father," she said, smiling, wiping the tears from her eyes with both arms.

Lindsay came back to herself, a howl on her lips as Sirix buried his face in her. What the hell had that been?! Her breathing began to slow. Sirix came out of her.

"Sirix, let me down," she said.

He did, sitting beside her, he took her in his arms as her body quivered from the strength of her orgasm. "You didn't see them again, did you?"

"No. It was the strangest thing... I was back on earth and watching this teen mom get an ultrasound. The weirdest part was I had no idea who she was. The nurse called her Tabby, but I've never seen her in my life."

"Have you ever had these before?"

"Yes, but never as clearly as I've had with you. Usually, it would be like a flash of a place or something. But these are full scenes! I can see faces and hear voices like I'm really there. It's always the second time I cum, though."

"When it's happened before, was that always on the second time?"

"Sirix," she smiled and kissed his cheek, "I've never had a second time before you. I didn't know I could."

A grin spread across his face. "It's an honor I'm glad to have. When you had those other flashes, how did they happen?"

"Usually, if I'd had a few orgasms in a night, on the last one I might see something."

He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Hmmm... And it also happened when you were in battle or playing sports."

"Or about to take a test," she added.

"And that medicine you took that enhanced your abilities - that was meant to help a person focus, correct?"

"The Ritalin? Yes." She suddenly felt very self-conscious about taking the meds. Not that it mattered; whatever the Bonat understood about drugs, they probably wouldn't care, but she still felt embarrassed confessing it to him.

His hand began rubbing her breast, tugging it softly, squeezing her nipple. "I have a thought, though we'll have to test it. Next time, I want you to focus on something specific in the room and try to hold that in your mind."

"Mmmhmm, and when will that be?"

"Now."

He lifted her onto the bed. Still kneeling on the floor, he hung her thighs over his shoulders and dove into her. She gripped the edges of the bed as his fingers and tongue penetrated her, stimulated her clit, and switched places over and over again until she was gripping the wooden frame with white knuckles as her body shook under his power.

His body slid through her legs so he was on her breasts, sucking, massaging, fingers still penetrating, kissing her neck, her lips. He was all over her. She came quickly. Less than a minute later, her breathing grew heavier and she began to cum again when, suddenly, she felt it imperative to swing her arm in front of her. The tip of Sirix's dagger hung just an inch above her heart. She stared at the cruel metal thing, wide-eyed.