Hybrid's Love (5 page)

“How did you do that?”

“I took care of it while you slept. You have
the necessary identification to be able to pass almost anywhere in
the galaxy.”

“So what happens now?”

Kyr sighed, knowing that he would have to
tell her everything. “We must access your memories of the night you
were taken and of how you came to be on Earth.”

“I have no memories of that,” she said. It
was uttered quickly and with an edge of desperation.

Kyr moved closer to her, leaning in closely,
he brushed the tips of his fingers over her forehead, pushing her
hair back. “Yes, you do.”

Other memories assailed her, memories of
being poked and prodded and scanned. Injections of medications that
had made her feel like a zombie, and hours spent sitting across
from patronizing shrinks who wanted to know how she felt. Would it
be any different? “Does it hurt?”

Kyr could see her memories, could see the
endless traumas that had been visited upon her, all because she had
been taken from the place where she had belonged, because she had
been taken from him. “No, it will not hurt you.”

“Are there others who were taken… like
me?”

“Yes, but they have not been located yet. You
are the first.”

“They see things and know things. They’re
different, too, aren’t they?”

“They have abilities that, if they were taken
to Earth, would set them apart.”

“And is there someone like you for them?”

This was not the same woman who had met him
in the diner, who had hurled things at him, and been prepared to
fight him tooth and nail. This woman was vulnerable, fragile. There
was more pain inside her than he had ever dreamed, brought about by
years of isolation, of being shunned. “Yes, there is someone like
me… someone who needs to find them to be whole. You will not be
alone now.”

Wren leaned into him, feeling the comforting
strength of his arms close around her as she laid her head against
his chest. His heartbeat was strong and sure. “Is this real? Is
what I feel for you real or just a product of some scientific
experiment?”

“We were made for each other, Wren. Does it
matter?”

It did. She couldn’t tell him why, but it
did. Wren moved away, and the moment passed. Within minutes they
were moving through the airlock and into the bustling corridors of
the Sector F9 Station.

Chapter Five

It was like the bar scene in Star Wars. As
they moved through the very active port, for lack of a better word,
Wren was aware that she and Kyr were the minority. There were all
manner of creatures, most of them bipedal, but very few of them
appearing human. Deciding that discretion was the better part of
valor, Wren simply kept her head down and stayed as close to Kyr as
possible. The idea of being lost in the crowd terrified her.

As if he had sensed her discomfort, Kyr said,
“You are doing fine. We’re only a few yards from our
destination”.

Wren looked up in the direction he had
pointed. It didn’t look so different from one of the large, super
modern condominium complexes she’d seen in larger cities. Glass and
steel, or things that appeared very similar, speared skyward. But
as she followed the view of the tower up, she could see the small
aircraft whizzing by overhead. It was a vivid reminder that she was
not in Kansas anymore. At the entrance of the building, Kyr scanned
the small, clear card again. Two glass panels separated, providing
entrance into the building. The floors also appeared to be glass,
and as Wren looked down, she could see water flowing beneath them.
It was strangely beautiful, but also disorienting.

“This may seem a bit strange,” Kyr said, “But
trust me.”

Wren nodded and then stepped into a small pod
with him. She had assumed it was an elevator. It was not. She felt
the familiar disorientation as the world faded around her. It was
the same kind of transport he had used initially at the café.
Fortunately, when it was over, the aftereffects didn’t seem quite
as severe.

“Transporting shorter distances is much
easier,” he explained, but had no time to say more, as a man in
flowing white robes came forward to greet them.

“Kyr, my boy! How glad I am to see you!”

The greeting had been spoken in a strange
language, but the words simply appeared in her mind. She glanced at
Kyr as he replied in that same tongue, “It is a pleasure to see
you, Commander. I hope it is not an inconvenience to arrive without
notice.”

The man chuckled, “Of course not! Is this
her, Kyr? Is she your mate?”

“Indeed, Commander. Wren had been taken to
Earth, though I fear that she has no memories of being taken.”

Wren couldn’t say what alerted her, but there
was a creeping sensation that swept over her skin. She knew
instantly that this man could not be trusted, and that too much had
been said already. “I don’t want to do this, Kyr,” she whispered.
“He’s dangerous.”

Kyr glanced at her, noting the wariness in
her eyes. There was something else, a tension in her, that was
palpable. He looked back at the commander. “Commander, you must
forgive Wren, she is still quite nervous. The Aldacyians were
attacking as we made our escape.”

“Of course! So upsetting, my dear girl!
Filthy creatures, the Aldacyians! You should rest here for a while.
I will have some proper clothing arranged for you both, and you
shall be my honored guests at dinner,” he said, coming forward. He
placed his hands on Wren’s shoulders and smiled at her, making her
skin crawl. “Welcome home, my dear.”

A servant came forward, dressed in drab
clothing that reminded her very much of pajamas and led them down a
hallway to a chamber. It was similar to their small sleeping
chamber on the shuttle, but with more luxuries. There was a large
tub in addition to the glassed in cubicle. Immediately, she turned
to Kyr and said, “I don’t like this, and I don’t trust him.”

Kyr took her hands, kissing them, and then
kissed her neck. Against her ear, he whispered, “Don’t say
anything… Open your mind to me, and you only have to think it.”

“I can’t.”

“You can,” he said, “You have. Every time I
am inside you our bonds grow stronger.”

Just hearing him say the words made her knees
weak. If she had to let him in to her body to let him into her
mind, she would do so. “Then take me… I want to feel you inside me,
feel what you feel, take your pleasure and my own.”

Kyr stepped back, and turned toward the tub.
As he pressed the button to begin filling it with steaming water,
his hands trembled. “Take off your clothes,” he demanded.

Wren shivered at the command in his voice.
She removed the boots she wore first, and the jacket. With
agonizing slowness, she peeled the flight suit from her body. She
freed her arms first, leaving the garment stretched tautly over her
breasts. Her nipples were hard, pebbled with her desire, and
plainly visible through the tight fabric. Hooking her thumbs
beneath the suit, she began to move it over her breasts, letting it
slide slowly over them, until it felt to her waist. She reached up,
cupping her breasts, massaging them as his eyes went hot. When her
fingers plucked at her distended nipples, she could see his jaw
clenching. Leaving her aching breasts, she slid her hands over her
abdomen, down to her waist and with far more shimmying than was
actually required, worked the body suit over her hips and down her
legs, until she could step free of it.

During her little strip tease, Wren had
discovered that she liked feeling his hot gaze upon her. She felt
powerful when he looked at her with such burning hunger blazing in
his eyes. She reached up and loosed the knot of her hair, letting
it fall in wild disarray around her shoulders before leaning back
against the wall. With her hips thrust forward slightly, she moved
her hands over her body, much as he had done, until she reached the
damp curls of her pussy. Could she really touch herself in front of
him? Sliding her fingers into the moist crevice, she watched his
face. His eyes were focused intently upon her, on the small
movements of her hand, as she slid her fingers inside her cunt,
tracing the slick folds.

Curious, she darted a glance to his crotch,
pleased to see the evidence of his desire. The fabric of his pants
stretched tightly over the hard ridge of his cock. With a bravado
that shocked her, she spread her legs apart, arching her hips
further forward and spreading her labia with the glistening tips of
her fingers, exposing herself to him fully.

“You are playing with fire, Wren,” he
warned.

She smiled, “Are you not enjoying the
show?”

“How could I not? Watching you touch yourself
is incredibly erotic… but the more you give, the more I will
demand, so be prepared.”

With a delicate shudder, she began to stroke
the hooded bud of her clitoris. It pulsed under her fingers,
straining toward even the slightest touch. “I want to see you,” she
said, and her voice came out breathless and ragged, “I want to look
at your body while I touch myself, think about your hard cock
filling me.”

Kyr complied, stripping his clothing quickly
from his body, until he stood naked before her. He closed one hand
over his cock, stroking lightly. “Make yourself cum…Let me watch
your pleasure,” he encouraged.

The weight of his gaze was almost like a
caress. She could feel it on her skin. Her breasts grew heavier,
her nipples so sensitized that even the faint current of air in the
room was a torment. Pressing her fingers more deeply inside the hot
sheath of her pussy, she touched a spot that made her gasp, a harsh
moan tearing from her lips. Again, she pressed deeper, caressing
that same spot, but added the intense pleasure of rolling her thumb
over clitoris. Her belly quivered as the orgasm built inside her.
She moved faster, her fingers pumping in and out of slick, pink
flesh. On a keening cry, the tension broke inside her. Her clit
pulsed under her fingers, and her pussy spasmed, tightening around
her fingers, clutching and releasing as the pleasure swept through
her.

Kyr turned off the water before crossing the
room to her. He grasped her wet fingers and sucked them into his
mouth, the taste of her desire heightening his own. His other hand
delved into her hair, firmly, a bit roughly, tilting her head back.
He didn’t kiss her, as much as devour her. Lips, teeth, tongue, the
scrape of his whiskers—Every touch walked that tightrope between
pleasure and pain, between excitement and fear. When he pulled her
away from the wall and shoved her onto the bed, she trembled.

“Are you afraid of me?” he demanded.

She was more afraid of what he made her feel,
what he made her want. “No.”

Kyr rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her
to the edge of the bed, so that she perched there on her knees, her
ass in the air and the swollen lips of her sweet cunt open to him.
He palmed the globes of her ass, reveling in the silky texture of
her skin, the firmness of her flesh. He caught a glimpse then of
what was in her mind, what her fantasy was. He drew one hand away
and brought it back down onto the soft cheek in a stinging blow.
Immediately, the red print of his hand appeared on the white skin
of her behind. She whimpered, her hands twisting in the bedding as
she cried out.

“More?” he asked.

“Yes,” she cried, “Yes!”

He spanked her then, hard. His large hands
leaving red prints on both cheeks, alternating between stinging
blows and soft caresses until she was writhing and moaning beneath
him. He could feel the heat rising from her skin, and could feel
the sting of those blows on his own palms. Dropping to his knees at
the foot of the bed, he kissed each lush globe in turn, tracing the
angry red marks left by his hand, soothing them with his lips and
tongue. He could smell her desire and the scent drove him wild.
Trailing kisses over the back of her thigh, he moved to the
glistening lips of her pussy. Spreading her open with his thumbs,
his hands gripping her hips firmly, he tasted her.

Wren sobbed into the bed, her body aching
with a need unlike any she had ever known. Each sharp slap of his
massive palms on her ass had made her clit throb and her pussy
clench. Now, his mouth, the abrasion of his whiskered chin against
her clit, was too much. She’d never felt anything quite like it.
But then, he did something she had not expected, and the sensation
sent her spiraling again to new heights.

Kyr moved slightly, his tongue moving over
her pussy, and then up, into the cleft of her sweet ass. He pressed
against the tight rosebud of her anus. Each stroke, each touch
inflamed her further, and her every moan fed his desire. “Have you
ever taken a man here?” he asked, his fingers pressing against the
tight opening.

“No,” she said breathlessly. She had never
imagined that she would want to, and with his size, it terrified
her. Still, a small part of her was curious, even eager.

“You will,” he said, standing up behind her
so that the head of his cock pressed against her there. He was
slick with pre cum, and with his hand, circled his cock around the
tight bud, before withdrawing, “But not yet… That takes time and
the patience that you have robbed me of.”

He drove into her quickly, roughly, his cock
spearing deep into her pussy, his balls slapping at her engorged
clit. She began to cum immediately, her body clutching at him as
she moaned and writhed. He held her hips firmly, pressing into her,
withdrawing only slightly and thrusting again. The heat of her was
scalding, the tightness maddening. As the tremors receded, he
withdrew almost completely then drove in again, harder.

It was too much. Wren felt like she was being
split apart. He was so big, so deep inside her. But even the pain
of it was exquisite, mixing with the remnants of pleasure, the
small aftershocks of her orgasm. When his finger pressed into the
tight ring of muscles at her ass, she was ready for him. She forced
herself to relax, to let him in. He slid only one finger in and it
was so impossibly tight, she knew that his cock would never be able
to fit inside her. After a few moments of his finger thrusting
rhythmically, along with his cock pounding inside her, and a second
finger joined the first. The fullness was exquisite. Her hips moved
against him, meeting him stoke for stroke until the first ripples
of her orgasm left her mindless, crying out his name.