Kríe Captivity (The Nira Chronicles Book 1) Page 9

  Roni chuckled, clearly pleased, and smacked Chet’s ass. When Chet barked out a curse, Roni smacked it again. “Quiet, my bitch, and like what I give you, or I will give you what you do not like instead.”

  Five more times, he spanked each cheek. Chet stifled an oath for each one. With his ass glowing red, and that male still ravaging his cock, Roni smiled and got back to feasting. This time, however, after a good dozen licks, he spread Chet’s cheeks and pushed his tongue inside.

  Chet’s strong hips jerked, but Roni easily held them still as he sank his probe steadily deeper. Alec groaned at the sight, but also at the feel of Miros’ hand wrapped around his cock. How it moved up and down with perfect grip as his other hand fondled Alec’s balls. Alec shifted, feeling Miros’ own erection against his spine, the big fucker reaching between his shoulder blades. Alec tried not to dwell on that, reminding himself that Noah was still intact.

  The sounds of sucking and slurping rose from below, along with happy purrs and Chet’s moans. Alec glanced down at his team’s hired guard. Yup, still covered in a blanket of moving bodies, dark muscles all bunching and flexing. Chet also had two of Roni’s glossy fingers shoved up his red-spanked ass. Alec wondered what the Kríe was using for lube. And then he spotted them, small gel-filled bowls sitting randomly atop the pillows. Ah. His answer. Well, sort of at least. What the stuff actually was, he still had no idea.

  Roni pumped his digits in and out, emanating a pleased growl as he played. Chet groaned and panted, his bound hands flexing restlessly, while others nipped and suckled his flesh. Earlobes, nipples, along the crease of his groin. Homing in on every erogenous zone Chet had.

  Miros’ fingers left Alec’s balls to gently stroke his hole. Alec clenched hard and sucked in a breath.

  “Mmm.” Miros leisurely stroked it some more. “You, moyo, will have to relax.”

  Alec chuckled humorlessly. “Easier said than done. And have you seen your fingernails lately?”

  Miros chuffed against his neck, then lifted a hand to his own mouth. Two swift snips of teeth cutting claws. “There. I have removed all threats of danger. Now you must do your part.”

  Lowering his hand, Miros delved his declawed fingertips into Alec’s discarded fruit. Juicy sounds followed as he scooped out some syrupy pulp. Alec tensed in anticipation, and when Miros reestablished contact, Alec’s whole body shuddered like an earthquake.

  Miros purred in amusement. “You need touch so badly. Have tormented yourself far too long.” Without waiting for a reply, he circle-stroked Alec’s hole, then slid his first finger deep inside.

  Alec moaned, turning his head, shoving his face into Miros’ shoulder. “Ah, God. Yes. Need it. So fucking bad.” He rocked his hips restlessly, brows drawn tight. And when Miros relinquished Alec’s cock to lift his heavy sac, Alec quickly took his place and started stroking.

  In, out, in, out, Miros glided his slick finger, then swapped it out for his middle finger instead. In, out, in, out. Then back to his index. Alec squirmed. Miros growled. Then rotated every time, swapping his plunging fingers in quick succession.

  Middle—index—middle—index—middle—index—middle—

  Alec panted, grimaced, unleashed a restless groan. So Miros changed his kinky play and sank both inside. Pumping slowly, then pumping faster, till Alec straight-up writhed against his body.

  Miros nuzzled Alec’s head and eased to a stop. “You need more. And deeper. Do not move.” Shifting his big body, he rummaged back into his sack and pulled out a large hunting knife. One that had a wicked serrated blade, but also a long, bulky handle. Again, Miros scooped out more thick, fruity nectar and slathered the knife to its hilt.

  “Watch your friend, Alec, while I take you for a ride.”

  Alec shuddered and glanced down, doing as told, as Miros pushed his blade’s grip past his ring.

  “Unnngh….” Alec moaned, eyes rolling shut.

  “No, Alec. See what is happening below. The sight is too exquisite to miss.”

  Alec struggled for breath as Miros sank even deeper, his handle not much thinner than a dick. A human dick, at least, which seemed pretty fitting, since Roni now was riding that of Chet’s. Moving up and down, as if doing partial squats, while he straddled Chet’s pinned-back hips. Huskily he thrummed, gripping Chet’s shins, his heated eyes watching Chet pant. Alec stared as Chet groaned and tried to rock his pelvis, his veiny shaft repeatedly disappearing. Into Roni’s body, again and again, as the big male moved atop him.

  “Such a hard little cock.” Roni squeezed Chet’s shins tighter. “It teases me. Makes me want more.”

  A Kríe moved behind them and shoved Roni forward, plastering him against Chet’s chest. Those who’d been sucking and biting Chet’s nipples quickly moved to other locations.

  “You want more?” The male grinned. “I will give you more. Make your fuck more pleasing.”

  Roni shot him a dark look over his shoulder, but didn’t move or order him away.

  Alec watched the two Kríe, morbidly curious. What was that new male suggesting?

  The Kríe dunked the back of his claw into a dish and gestured for Roni to slide forward. Roni eyed him intently as he eased off Chet’s dick. Below him, Chet panted, clearly happy for the breather. But then the other male fisted Chet’s crown and motioned for Roni to resume. Roni’s lips curved slowly in wicked understanding.

  The other male smirked, too, and settled onto his stomach, his rugged face aimed at Chet’s ass. Then, with fingers still gripping Chet’s glans, he angled Chet’s dick forward, not up. Roni kept his chest to Chet’s and eased back down, clearly planning to take dick and fist. Which quickly proved not so easy an endeavor, even with shit all lubed up. Jaw clenching, Roni growled and pushed back harder as another restless moan breached Chet’s lips. Roni’s thighs flexed. His back arched. His ass cheeks spread wider. Until finally his ring swallowed both whole. Snarling, Roni shot the other Kríe a harsh look, then got back to vigorously fucking.

  Alec gaped, utterly speechless. Roni certainly had more now. Not only was that male’s wrist more than doubling Chet’s girth, but damn, his grip around Chet’s crown was undoubtedly making one mean prostate stimulator.

  Raw, guttural noises rolled up Roni’s throat, the double penetration making him shudder. But then it looked like that fist inside him found Roni’s special spot.

  Hissing, his hips jerked as he fucked even faster. “Yes, Chet. Yes. You no longer tease me.”

  The other Kríe grinned and stroked his own cock, then turned and shoved his tongue into Chet’s ass. Chet’s curse came out strained, and Roni hungrily devoured it, before feverishly working his mouth down Chet’s neck.

  The two writhed on, shuddering and groaning, but Alec couldn’t watch another second. That handle up his rectum, rubbing constantly at his G, was making him too fucking mental. Making his whole body tremble.

  Panting fast, he squeezed his throbbing dick. “Come—Gotta come—Miros, please—Make me come.”

  Miros rumbled against his ear. “Does this mean you want my cock?”

  “Yes!” Alec rasped as that grip fucked him faster. “Yes! That means I want your fucking cock!”

  “Badly enough to beg for it?”

  Pleasure mushroomed in Alec’s ass. “Ungh! Ah, fuck! Yes, I’m begging, Miros! Please!”

  “Mmm,” Miros purred. “I like this. Beg more.”

  More? Motherfucker. Alec’s body was reeling. “Please,” he panted. “Please, Miros. Please. I need it. Please give me your cock!”

  Miros thrummed. “Bellah kai, Alec. Bellah key`kai.” Very good, Alec. Very, very good.

  Withdrawing his knife, Miros set it aside and gathered Alec up in his arms. Alec shuddered at the reprieve. Miros shifted his legs over the edge.

  Then shoved them both off the platform.

  CHAPTER NINE

  * * *

  Alec tensed as they dropped to the plush pelt below, grunting when Miros landed in a crouch.

  “Fucking hell,
Kríe. Could’ve warned me first.”

  Miros tossed him on a pillow. “Yes. I could have.”

  Alec shook his head, then stilled when a rough, breathless snarl resounded nearby to his left. Roni. Eyes closed, teeth bared, hips rocking. Riding his Chet and fellow Kríe sex stick like nobody’s fucking business. Alec winced. How could Roni’s ass endure that shit? Was the male made of freaking titanium?

  Miros settled down beside Alec to watch Roni, too, but soon Roni drew to a stop. Eyes flashing, chest heaving, he grimaced and pulled off, then growled at the other Kríe to leave. Beneath him, Chet slumped with a needy groan. Because, just like Alec, he still hadn’t come, his dick just as hard as before.

  A heartbeat later, the twins arrived, their blindfolded humans in tow. They tossed Bailey and Jamis onto the pelt, then climbed aboard the “sea of soft,” too. The scientists twisted awkwardly, trying to sit up, but evidently the Kríe had other plans. Shoving the humans onto their backs, the brothers swiftly straddled their hips. Then, as if wanting to hold them in place, mounted their captives’ cocks and sat. The science duo grunted like the Kríe weighed a ton. And honestly, even though the brothers were somewhat smaller, they probably damn near did.

  Palming the humans’ pecs, the twins thumbed their nipples and friskily rocked back and forth. Now Alec’s teammates weren’t grunting, but moaning, with their heads craning back into the pillows. Soon, however, the feisty Kríe turned their focus elsewhere, as if suddenly forgetting the men were even there. Just looked on to Roni with their hips absently grinding, barely sparing the slightest downward glance.

  If Alec wasn’t so damn horny he’d have fucking laughed. Good thing Baily and Jamis were blindfolded. That kind of thing could wound a poor guy’s ego.

  Zaden and Naydo appeared a moment later. Looking exceptionally flushed, Z was still fully erect as he made his way over to the spread. Alec shifted atop the pillows as the two settled in, Naydo situating Zaden between his knees like Miros had done. Z looked around tentatively, pausing on the twins, then turned his nervous gaze to Alec. A look of are we seriously about to do this? flickered in his dark brown eyes.

  Alec exhaled and looked away. Because, yeah, they were. Well, he was at least. And he suspected Bailey and Jamis were, too. He just hoped like hell that after all was said and done, they’d all still be able to walk.

  Or run, if the case demanded it.

  Still breathing heavy, Roni took them all in, then looked down at Chet and grinned. “Time to show your friends what they have to look forward to.”

  Guess Roni still wanted him and Chet to start things off.

  Chet licked his lips and gave a small nod. Not that that pole would allow more. God, he was a trooper. Alec would give him that. With big-ass, brass fucking balls. But Alec suspected another truth about his hired guard, too. That beneath Chet’s blindfold, the guy’s steely eyes had already rolled back more times than one could count.

  Roni settled onto his heels in front of Chet’s ass, stroking himself as he studied Chet’s hole. Wet and twitching from that other Kríe’s tongue, it still looked entirely too small. Even to Alec, from where he sat yards away. Roni was just too long, too thick. Too big for Chet’s tight virgin ass. Alec clenched in nervous expectation. Because Roni still seemed determined to give it a shot.

  Dragging a tight fist up his own shaft, Roni squeezed out a thick batch of precum. Just like he’d done the night before with Gesh. Using it for lube, he rose to his knees and nestled his crown snugly against Chet’s door. Chet visibly tensed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

  “Kerra, kenya, kerra,” Roni murmured. “Reesha tay.” Relax, warrior, relax. I will not hurt you.

  Slowly, he pushed forward. Paused. Tried again.

  Chet grimaced miserably and shook his head, clearly having wanted it to work. “Fuck. Goddamn it. I can’t. You don’t fit.”

  Roni pursed his lips, then barked at a Kríe lounging nearby with a friend. “Get the Tachi venom. And hurry. I need to fuck.”

  Alec frowned and looked at Miros. “Did he just say venom? `Cause venom does not sound very pleasant.”

  Miros shrugged. “It is actually very smart. Tachi venom comes from a predator here who uses it to render prey helpless.”

  “You mean, the stuff induces paralysis?”

  Miros shook his head. “No. That would take away sensation. This venom simply makes muscles weak.” Alec quirked a brow. Miros chuckled softly. “Like your cock when flaccid and not aroused. It is limp but can still feel everything.”

  “Oh.” So the stuff was like a Hulk-strength muscle relaxer. And most likely what Gesh used on Noah.

  The Kríe strode back and handed Roni a bowl. He also gave him a hand towel and a short, fat object that looked way too much like a butt plug. One, as it were, that was wrapped in cloth from its tip to the base of its handle.

  Roni grunted a thank you, then pointed to his companions. “Get the same for them, and we will also need empty tankards.” Dunking the cloth-covered tool into his bowl, he watched as it soaked up the venom. When content it was saturated, he brought it to Chet’s hole. “Soon you will be ready, warrior, to take my big cock.”

  Chet must’ve bared down to help things along because a second later Roni started pushing it in. Chet grunted and winced, until its bulky two-inch body was entirely gone from sight.

  Roni rubbed Chet’s cheeks soothingly, then turned to the others. “Miros. Naydo. Filli. Finn. Do as I have done.”

  Perfectly timed, the Kríe returned with four more bowls of venom.

  The twins shoved off their playthings, flipped them over, and yanked them up on all fours. Simultaneous trips to those lube bowls next, and they had the guys ready to go. Bailey and Jamis grunted as the Kríe plugged their holes.

  Naydo, however, held Z tighter against his body. “Touch yourself, Zaden, and you will relish the feel.” Zaden closed his eyes in restless compliance and tentatively stroked his cock. Naydo nuzzled Z’s neck as he lubed him up, then slowly eased the tool into place.

  Miros was the last to receive his items. Dropping the stout plug into its venom, he set the bowl down and pushed Alec onto his back. Alec swallowed, tensing up, probably because he’d never had venom up his ass. Unsettling, to say the least. Not that Miros seemed to mind. The Kríe just grinned and shoved Alec’s knees up, pinning them against his chest.

  “Fuck,” Alec breathed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

  Miros chuckled, dipped down, and licked Alec’s hole. Then growled and tongued faster when Alec gasped. Alec twitched for each flick. Fuck, that shit felt incredible. Even better than Miros’ warm thumb.

  Miros suckled him, then probed along his clenching ring. “Mmm. Can still taste the sweet juice of dinner.”

  Alec’s lips twitched as he panted. “You saying I taste good?”

  “I am saying you taste delicious.” Sitting back up, Miros flashed him another grin, then lubed Alec’s hole and stuffed it.

  “Uh!” Alec grunted, shifting anxiously. God, just the feel of it lodged behind his entrance. He winced uncomfortably. “Shit, Miros. Damn. Why’s that fucker so short and fat?”

  Miros moved up Alec’s body, resting his chest on Alec’s shins. “Because the depths of your channel are much more flexible. Only your tight little opening risks damage.” He dipped down and licked up the side of Alec’s neck. “Besides, if venom were to touch your “G,” it would render it ineffectual. No release.”

  Oh, shit. Yeah, Alec definitely didn’t want that.

  At the center of their gathering, Roni rumbled deep and rough.

  Alec’s hooded gaze slid toward the sound. His mind, however, was already half lost to the feel of Miros lapping toward his ear.

  Looked like Roni had removed Chet’s plug and was wiping away the remnants of venom. Once finished, he traced the pad of his finger around Chet’s slackened rim.

  “Much better,” he purred. “Ah, kensa. So much better.”

  Inserting his index, he circled it
around, widening the circle as he played. Then he slid both pointer fingers inside and eased Chet’s sphincter apart. Damn. That virgin muscle didn’t resist at all.

  “Tell me,” Roni murmured. “Can you still feel my touch?”

  “Yeah,” Chet rasped. “Fuck, yeah. I feel everything.”

  “Good.” Roni added his middle fingers, too, and opened Chet even wider. “So pliant now. So supple. Going to fill this hole tight.” Further he stretched Chet to the point that, no question, he could easily have taken Roni’s girth. Roni growled, eyes flashing as he peered inside. “Your jewel is so full, I can see it from here.” But then his stare turned downright wicked.

  Alec’s eyes shot wide as Roni dunked his hand in lube, then sank the thing straight into Chet’s hole.

  Holy hell. What the fuck was he doing?

  Chet squirmed. “Ah, shit! Ah, God, Roni! Shit!”

  Roni chuckled darkly. “Does this hurt?”

  “Ungh! No! But—”

  “Then shut up, bitch. There is something I want to show you.”

  Chet tamped back a groan, jaw clenching tight.

  Roni grinned. “Very good, kensa. Good little bitch.”

  With his free hand, he reached forward and pulled off Chet’s blindfold. Chet blinked, restless eyes locking fast with Roni’s. Roni smiled salaciously and twisted his wrist, his hand still buried in Chet’s ass.

  “Can you feel what I am gripping, Chet? Like a plump juicy ball?”

  Chet froze, eyes widening as he anxiously nodded.

  “Yes. Of course you can. Sensitive, yes?”

  Again, Chet nodded super-fast.

  Roni chuckled and gripped Chet’s cock with his free hand and gave it a couple firm strokes. His other hand got busy, too, playing inside, if Roni’s flexing forearm was any indication. Chet fought back a shout, but the thing escaped anyway as his raised hips started to buck.

  Roni thrummed excitedly. “Now watch what happens when I give your juicy ball a squeeze.” His forearm flexed again, and just like that, precum rifled immediately from Chet’s dick.