Chapter 13
“ARE YOU READY TO TEST HIM?”
Thase’s voice surprised Giselle as he entered the bedroom with Vrix in tow. She’d just been rousing herself from a nap, exhausted after the long hike the Dalgurs had led her on this morning.
“Test him?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she sat up in the bed.
Thase cocked his head towards Vrix, who matched his sheepish grin.
“I would like another chance… to control myself. To prove to you that I can,” the smaller Dalgur said, his voice soft.
She nodded, understanding rolling over her like a wave as drowsiness gave way to something else.
Fear, yes, the fear was there, but that wasn’t the only emotion racing through her, constricting her throat just as Vrix had after the encounter which led to him wearing the electric collar in the first place.
Though the solitude of the past couple of days had been pleasant, there was a strange absence, one she could feel in her chest. Thase and Vrix had left her alone, for the most part, and though she knew they were trying to be nice—a funny thought after everything they’d done to her—she just wished things could go back to normal.
As normal as it was to be living on a different planet with two aliens who’d abducted you.
“I guess that would be okay,” Giselle said, waiting to see what they would do.
Vrix stepped tentatively up to the bed before sliding in beside her, an uncomfortable grimace on his face. His jaw was clenched, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he propped himself against the headboard.
“Would you like to be alone with him? Or should I stay?” Thase asked, hovering near the door.
“Stay.” Giselle bit her lip before eyeing him, trying to contain the electricity coursing through her. “What should I do?”
Thase chuckled, a smile lighting up his face.
“Touch him the way you did before.”
She nodded, swallowing hard, turning her attention back to Vrix.
“I will behave,” he breathed, his voice raspy with the need he clearly felt.
His slit was already opening, the hard skin separating for Giselle as she slid her hand down his firm abs and pressed a finger to it.
She was hesitant, gauging his reaction carefully though she longed to plunge her fist into the orifice the way she’d done before. With gentle strokes, she teased the opening, letting it widen before pushing her finger in.
Thase was here, and Vrix was wearing the collar. She was safe.
Vrix let out a small moan, his eyes glued to her hand at his crotch, her finger stroking his interior as the muscles clamped down on her.
“More,” he muttered, his body straining as he gripped his claws into the soft mattress.
She slid the finger out, running two across the slit before thrusting them in.
Vrix gasped, rocking his hips up to meet her, though a whine settled in his throat. His body was like a suction, beckoning her, the slick folds of muscle attempting to drag her in.
Thase’s sharp voice punctured the quiet of the room, drowning out Vrix’s soft whimpers.
“You’re too gentle, dear human. You must test him. Give him what he wants.”
Giselle glanced his way, that eerie smile still plastered on his face, but she supposed he was right. She needed to make sure Vrix could control himself, even when she unleashed everything on him.
With a deep breath, she retreated, her fingers dripping with clear ooze. She formed a fist with her hand and jammed it against his slit, focusing her gaze on Vrix.
“Please, Giselle,” he begged. “I can do it. I promise.”
His voice was shaky, his body trembling as it had before, and she tried to steady herself, forcing her way through the tension, not even bothering with gentleness.
No, there was no restraint as she fist fucked him, shoving her knuckles in as far as they would go, her entire forearm engulfed by Vrix like his sheath was trying to devour her.
She thrusted in and out, the familiar sensation of arousal building as she watched her pale arm being swallowed by his distended slit over and over again.
He was a mess, his moans the only sound other than the slick squelching of her fist, and before she could wonder what Thase was doing, Vrix let out a throaty groan, his body convulsing around her.
When she retreated her arm, her pulse quickened, the look in Vrix’s eyes so familiar… so wicked. His gaze was feral, pupils blown by wild need as his cock began extruding from his used slit.
“No,” Giselle breathed, but Vrix was quick, flipping her onto her back and hiking her legs up as he’d done before.
She waited for the sharp sting of pain, but it didn’t come, just the soft brush of tentacles caressing her bare skin.
Vrix was breathing heavily, his body trembling, his eyes focused on her. His cock hung between his thighs as he caged her in, so close to her cunt, which already dripped with arousal.
“Talk him through it,” Thase instructed, and she swallowed hard, trying to stay composed.
“You can do it, Vrix. You can control yourself,” Giselle cooed, unsure exactly what she was supposed to say.
“I can control myself,” he muttered, like he was in a trance.
It was shameful the way her body craved him, her mind desperate for the blissful emptiness he could provide when he took her hard, used her for his pleasure.
A part of her wanted what had happened last time, no matter how sick it was, longing for the powerful orgasm he’d given her while he’d choked her.
But that wasn’t what Vrix needed right now.
“You will listen to me when I say no.”
He nodded, his pupils contracting ever so slightly, his nostrils flaring.
“I will listen to you when you say no.”
The next words were difficult, but she forced them out.
“And I’m saying no right now.”
“You do not wish for me to fuck you.”
Not true, not true at all, but she needed to be able to trust him. To be certain that he could bring her to the very edge without tipping her over.
After a strained minute, Vrix heaved a great sigh, flopping onto the bed, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
“I will be good,” he said, his eyes squeezing shut, his claws twisting into the sheets at his sides.
Giselle observed him, not daring to move, even though her cunt ached with desperation.
After a few minutes of strained silence, she placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze. Vrix’s eyes jolted open, but slowly his mouth curled into a gentle smirk, his pupils back to normal.
“I will be alright,” he said, and her smile beamed through the room.
Thase stepped up to the bed, matching their grins, laying down next to Vrix and nuzzling him into his chest.
“Such a good boy. I’m so proud of you.”
Emotion settled in her throat, tears dotting her eyes. Such a sweet moment from the aliens she’d considered beasts not long ago. The way they cared for each other was clear, even with Thase’s acidity.
Vrix sighed into Thase’s touch, but not before pulling Giselle into his arms, a tangled cuddle that connected her to the Dalgurs.
Arousal still thrummed through her, but she figured it could wait for another time. As far as she knew, there would be plenty more opportunities to come. And right now, she was happy to be safe in Vrix’s arms.