Darkness (Planet Double Dick #19)

Tammy

“Get off me, you fucking asshole.” I writhe on the bed but it’s no good. Dan-Y’s thick hands have wrapped around my ankles and spread my legs wide apart. With no panties on, my pussy is full on show for him. “Seriously, you’ve gone too far.” I kick and I buck and I twist my torso.

I’m held firm.

He stares down at me, a crease carving over his brow. “Is that what you have? Just one vagina for my seed?”

“Yes, one pussy and for your seed, no damn way. You can forget that. You’re not coming near me.”

I feel so exposed and vulnerable, my gynaecologist has never visually examined me this thoroughly. I don’t like my pubic hair, not my normal sleek look, but it’s there.

And he’s staring at it.

“Let me go!”

The fool releases my left ankle. Not because I asked him to but because he’s reaching for my pussy.

I draw back my leg and kick him as hard as I can in the face. The sole of my boot lands square on his cheek and shoves hard at his jaw.

He grunts and grabs his face, staggers back.

I jump up, panting, and my gown covers my modesty again. “That’s what you get when you do that to an Earth woman,” I yell.

He’s standing between me and the door, but I don’t let that stop me and I barge past him, elbowing him in the ribs.

Getting close again is a mistake. He’s made a quick recovery from the face-kick and he grabs me around the waist.

I curl my fingers and scratch at him, scream and yell, my vision blurs in desperation.

I have to escape.

He turns me and grips my shoulders so I switch to thumping him, his chest, his shoulders, I aim for his face but he turns away.

I try another groin kick but he’s holding me too close to get any traction and I just bang into his thigh.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I yell. “You bastard. Let me go.”

“No. You’re mine now.”

He’s so calm as I am going wild and that infuriates me further.

“I am not! You can’t just claim me.”

“I can.” He snaps me closer, his thick arms winding around my torso, one hand landing on my butt. “And I have.”

“No! No!” I can hardly even punch him now. My arms are folded between our bodies. Ineffective. Trapped.

I grunt in frustration and twist my shoulders.

I am held hostage against him. My face nestled in the curve of his wide neck. His arms are chains around me, and his chest a solid wall I can’t budge.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks. I don’t know when they started. “Please,” I gasp. “I want to go home.”

“Home is with me now,” he says. “The sooner you accept that the better.”

I squeeze my eyes closed and breathe deep. Is this really my destiny? To be a captive? To lose my free will…to be nothing but a breeding mare to this piratical alien?

His body is warm and solid and his breaths tickle my hair. His skin holds the scent of herbs and the outdoors and after a full minute of being held tight my breathing calms and my tears stop.

I sniff loudly and a shake goes from my knees up my spine and to my folded arms.

“I will protect you,” he says into my hair.

“From what?”

“Everything that might hurt you.”

I squeeze my eyes closed. One of the slim chains around his neck is pressing on my cheek. “But who will protect me from you?”

“I won’t hurt you. Why would I?”

“You’ll just humiliate me and impregnate me, right?”

“I have no intention of humiliating you.” His voice is a little firmer. “But yes, I will impregnate you.”

I swallow tightly. He doesn’t understand the meaning of the word humiliate if he can say that after spreading my legs to examine my pussy. And impregnate me, of course he will, whether I want that or not.

It’s the situation I am in.

It’s my bed, I made it, and I have to lie in it.

Except if El-Frankin had been a more attentive mate I wouldn’t have been walking in the crop field alone in the first place.

He’s an asshole too!

Suddenly the door bursts open. The older male, Sal-Hay, walks in, hood up and his hands twisting together.

“Dan-Y,” he says, frowning at us. “We have a problem.”

“What?” Dan-Y’s grip around me loosens a fraction.

I stay against him. My muscles feel weak and my bones weary after our struggle.

“Y-Par has been to the pass.”

“What?” Dan-Y tenses. “When?”

“Overnight.”

“I can’t believe it.”