Chapter 19 #2
He was still relieved when they finished offloading and started the process of closing main storage again.
They couldn’t leave until the room had been re-pressurized and air pumped back in.
The moment it was all sealed, however, Vytln was going through the door and pulling off his helmet, taking a grateful gulp of fresh air.
The mask was old, cheap, and the filter made everything smell weird while leaving an odd taste in his mouth.
The mask itself was attached to a helmet that didn’t quite fit over the horns on his head, so they were pressed uncomfortably into his skull.
He held it in his hand as he pressed the seal at the neck, the entire suit splitting down the front, revealing his usual shirt and jumpsuit underneath. He pulled at the neck, grumbling in discomfort as he reached the door to his workroom.
It opened, and the sound of female chatter and laughter rushed out.
It flowed over him, powerful as a storm but soothing like peaceful music.
It was a sound that was somehow nostalgic and familiar, though he knew he’d never heard such a thing before.
No females in his life had ever been so happy, so carefree, so joyful.
But here they were. Four females, all gathered in a circle, three of them sitting on chairs that hadn’t been in his workroom before, while Garnet was sitting on top of the little cleaning robot that she’d named Spot for some strange reason.
They all had colorful drinks in hand that he didn’t recognize, one of his projects had been dragged over and was serving as a table for the finger foods they were nibbling on.
Goldie was wearing a pretty dress, bows in her hair.
Garnet was in her old short overalls, dirty and stained from cleaning.
Grace looked, as she ever did, immaculate and completely out of place in her perfectly pressed white shirt and yellow skirt.
And Haven, his Haven…
She was out of his trap!
He came up short, staring at her as she continued to chat and laugh with the others. All four of them completely oblivious to his entrance.
She was wearing some of the clothes he’d bought her, but she’d covered it with that red leather jacket again. They were all speaking in their human tongue, probably because it was easier for Haven to communicate in than Standard.
They looked so comfortable. Happy. Free.
And Haven was out of his trap!
Growling, he stalked into the room. The sound of his footsteps heavy on the ground was what finally caught their ears. They all turned at the same time.
And smiled.
He was raging, stomping their way, no doubt there was a scowl on his face.
And they were smiling. Grace actually raised her glass at him in greeting.
“There he is,” Garnet snickered.
“Told you I’d being in trouble,” Haven said, bringing her cup to her lips and downing it in two big gulps.
As she was putting it back down, he was scooping her up into his arm, tossing her over his shoulder, while the others laughed. Completely unafraid. Totally unconcerned.
“Vytln, did you know Haven learned Standard just by listening to it?” Grace asked as he crossed to his trap. “Isn’t that incredible?”
He grumbled a response. Because it absolutely was impressive, but Haven was unclaimed yet she was out of his trap and that was unacceptable.
“She can’t read though,” Garnet said, frowning.
“I can get her reading imprints,” Goldie responded. “She knows too much of the language for me to do a full language imprint, but the reading imprints that younglings do in school would work fine.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea. What do you think, Haven?” Grace asked, calling over to her as Vytln pushed a giggling Haven back into the trap.
She slid down to the bottom with a happy ‘oomph’. But even as he was using the lever at the top to close her back in, she was climbing up and poking her head out to answer.
“I would being opening to that. Tomorrow?”
“You’re not leaving the trap,” Vytln told her, glaring.
“Anytime really,” Goldie said, ignoring him. “You’d be the first one I did an imprint on though, fair warning. So, it’ll be a bit of an experiment.”
“I’m being willing to do that,” Haven smiled.
“I told you to stay in the trap,” Vytln said.
“I was wanting to eating with my new friends,” Haven laughed, unrepentant.
“You know, you are still technically a prisoner.”
“Binding me up,” she said, grinning wickedly, sticking her hands outside of the trap. Very similar to what she had done before.
Only this time she knew what it meant. She knew what she was saying. And that teasing gleam in her eye assured him that she knew very well what she was doing.
“Out,” he snarled, his eyes narrowing on her as she giggled, unafraid.
The other females, moving without any sense of urgency, also giggling, began gathering the remaining food and drinks.
“See you later, Haven,” Garnet waved as she stood, patting her robot on its head like it was a pet that could feel affection.
“Let me exam you whenever you get the chance,” Goldie added, lifting the food tray. “Before or after Vytln gets at you. Most definitely after. I know what he’s packing down there and how much it could potentially do.”
“Get out!” Vytln roared, needing them gone.
They all just laughed, filing out in absolutely no hurry. The total disrespect and their lack of fear would have infuriated him once upon a time.
As it was, he was just glad when the door shut behind them. They were gone, and there was no one stopping him as he grabbed Haven by her offered wrists and yanked, half pulling her from the trap. Her eyes went wide and he heard her legs kicking inside as she tried to catch herself.
He didn't drop her, of course. He held her upper body up, the lower half still in the trap, as he lifted her, arching her back and forcing her to look in his eyes.
“You are testing my patience, little pest,” he growled.
And was rewarded with a flash of desire in her eyes as her wicked smirk teased at the corner of her lips.
Still completely unafraid even as he maintained complete control over her.
If he released his grip on her wrists now, she wouldn’t be able to save herself from falling face first to the ground.
But still, even wholly dependent upon him and his good will, she remained sassy and unafraid.
“You aren’t going to being doing anything about it,” she said. Deliberately provoking. Wanting him to do something. Happy to push him over the edge.
And Vytln was more than willing to fall.
Reaching down, he yanked the belt off his waist with one hand then, working quickly, he tied her wrists together and hung them up off the edge of one of the half-melted tools that formed the exterior of his trap.
Doing so forced her out of his trap just a little bit more, so now her lower body was balanced from about halfway down her thighs.
Meaning her cunt was within reach.
And while she might not be fully bound, she was still completely in his control. She couldn’t wiggle her way forward; she couldn’t pull herself back. Her back was arched up, offering her breasts, and leaving her exposed and helpless to his whims.
That leather jacket she wore was open at the front, but her shirt was not.
That was an easy fix, however, as he grabbed it by the neck and ripped it clean down the middle.
The tattered remains hung down as her breasts were exposed to his eyes.
Her chest heaved with excited breaths as her muscles bunched and tensed and those tight little peaks began to harden.
Vytln helped himself. Lowering his head, he caught one in his mouth and sucked, hard, swallowing nearly the whole tit as she let out a surprised cry of delight.
He flicked the peak of the other one and that cry turned into one of sharp surprise, then a hiss as he caught it between his fingers and pinched.
All the while, he ran his tongue over the first, sucking and nipping at it in turn.
Enjoying himself and the whimpering sounds she made as she tried to struggle against him.
Switching his mouth to her other breast, he left that one to cool in the air as he instead reached for the shorts on her hips.
Without looking, he used his claws to rip those open as well.
The tattered remains were still there, trapped in place because she couldn’t open her legs, but they weren’t so tightly closed that he couldn’t slide his hand down, running his fingers down through her slit.
Here was yet another comparison he couldn’t help but make.
A human female compared in general to lvtl female.
Females of his species would have one hole, but it split into two just inside, one pocket for each of his cocks.
That, in turn, led to two wombs. And, like he could only come from one cock at a time, a lvtl female could only get pregnant in one womb at a time.
But she needed the stimulation from the girth of both cocks in order to come.
It was a fully internal process. As it was for most females in the universe. Vytln knew only a few females that weren’t lvtl, but none of them reacted because of external stimulation.
So, he was surprised when he’d seen her manipulate her flesh outside of her body. But he was a fast learner. And she was a sensitive little thing.
As his longest finger spread her lower lips, pushing through the heated, moistened skin, he immediately noted the smooth but irregularly shaped nubbin. And the way she jumped and whimpered when his finger moved across the peak.
Ah, how convenient and easy, he nearly chuckled as he began experimentally moving his finger slowly around what was clearly the nexus of her pleasure. And she could do nothing but wiggle and whimper as she hung there, completely at his mercy.
Vytln had never been a merciful male.
Coming down to his knees, Vytln lowered himself until his eyes were level with that tight juncture between her thighs.
Strong and muscular, they twitched because of the awkward angle he had forced them into and were closed, giving him only a peek at the dark curls that created a little nest there for her cunt.
Adorable. Absolutely adorable. His people were hairless completely, so he found species that possessed such things strange but interesting. And this little patch here in particular, fragrant with her juices, hiding such a tantalizing secret, fascinated him.
From this angle, he could force her thighs apart with his hands and use his thumbs to part her lower lips, giving him a glimpse of the deep brown and red skin there.
Flush with her human blood, throbbing and dripping in anticipation.
He couldn’t see her hole, but he could see where her inner lips converged in that place he had been manipulating with his finger.
Beautiful.
He shoved his face there. Taking a deep breath of her heavy, musky scent. Filling his lungs with her before he let his tongue dart out and restart his explorations.
Her responses to this were even better. His tongue could only reach so far, but he could still slide a finger between her tightly clenched thighs and explore back, searching for her hole. Though it was made difficult by how focused he was on her taste.
No female had ever tasted so sweet. So enticing. He could remain there for a year or more just lapping at the juices that dripped from her.
And she was his, he reminded himself with a growl.
The rumbling through his mouth up into her body made her cry out with a stuttered wail.
One that only increased in pitch when his finger finally found the hole he sought, further back than he anticipated.
He’d been probing for it, wondering if he’d missed it in his focus on her taste, and so didn’t realize he’d found his goal until he was suddenly plunging into a warm, silken, tight grasp that made him groan and his eyes roll back.
His cocks twitched in eager anticipation, first cock already weeping precum.
Though now he wondered, feeling how she clenched around one finger, would it even fit?