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To Capture a Drukhari
Or: The Breaking of Aelyn Raineth
By the Viscount Vampyre
For Dolf241, again thank you so much for your help
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This is my second 40k short story, and it’s far smuttier and more unrestrained than the first. I don’t really know what prompted my desire to write this, but I do hope you enjoy it. As a general disclaimer, or head’s up, this story features S&M, oral and anal sex, dominance, submission, and multiple partners.
It revolves around a Dark Eldar at the mercy of Humans after all. Feel free to make suggestions, comments, or to point out any mistakes you may find. If you enjoyed this, please consider checking out some of my other works on my profile. (I don’t only write smut!)
Thank you.
VV
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Aelyn Raineth is a spoiled Drukhari in a dangerously precarious position; purposefully left behind on a Human colony after a raid, he’ll have to do everything he can if he wants to escape back to the web-way. But what would happen if the Humans got the upper hand on him? Can he fight his way out, or will he have to do something… else?
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The Breaking of Aelyn Raineth
Fear…
It was a feeling all Drukhari knew. Life was full of it, and sometimes it was as much an intoxicating pleasure as it was an anxiety causing poison. But right now, for Aelyn Raineth it was a poison. Terror was coursing through his veins, and the fear of what potentially awaited his Drukhari soul if he were to die had not been so acutely present in his mind in a very long time.
So, his heart thundered, his body sweat, and his muscles burned. Yet he wasn’t completely panicked… Not yet at least. For now, all he had to do was run. And if he could keep running, he could live long enough to figure out the rest later.
Behind him however he could hear the yells of his pursuers, some exceptionally bold, filthy, Mon’keigh. Aelyn wanted to growl and lash out in rage for the insults and betrayal he’d suffered. He was barely armed, his body was tiring, he was severely bruised, with pulled muscles, possible tears, and many other unknown injuries. If not for his armour, he knew he’d already be dead.
Sprinting ahead, down the deserted and ruined street of the bombed out Mon’keigh city, he focused his eyes on the rubble and debris underfoot. If he tripped, or slipped, that’d be it. And the whole time he could hear the taunting voices, calls, and yelling of the soldiers after him.
Then he heard them take a few shots at his back. Their bullets flew past him, loudly impacting into the concrete and rubble on either side of him. Shrapnel hissed and the projectiles kicked up debris far too close to Aelyn’s legs for his liking.
Involuntarily he exclaimed and his whole body shook, as he swore to himself, then under his breath Aelyn cried,
“Damn them all!”
Blinking and panting he looked to his side and turned down a once beautiful walking promenade. Smashed storefronts, damaged buildings, and piles of furniture turned into a road-block greeted him, while his pursuers loudly continued on his tail. Taking a deep breath Aelyn leapt past one of the road-blocks and followed the promenade until it came to a T-juncture.
With a suppressed growl he looked back over his shoulder, he couldn’t see the Mon’keigh but he could hear them. They were far enough back he had mere seconds to make his choice. Darting his head from side to side he finally decided, and continued running to the left. But it didn’t take him long before realising the promenade came to an abrupt, crater-filled, end.
Where the walking cobbles ought to have continued was a deep, old, crater. Far wider than Aelyn could jump, and far deeper than he could try and traverse in a timely fashion. Shivering at the blunder, Aelyn’s heart nearly sunk,
“No way, no way! I… I have not cornered myself!”
Blinking and grumbling he hastily glanced over his shoulder, the Mon’keigh soldiers had vaulted the road-blocks and were nearing the juncture. Aelyn turned back ahead and slammed his fist into his wounded thigh,
‘Think you fool!’
Looking from left to right he eventually decided to run inside one of the abandoned Mon’keigh buildings, there he could breathe, buy himself some time and think. Jumping through the already broken window he slipped and fell as he tried to move through the building and hopefully towards a back-exit.
Twinging his already damaged leg, Aelyn growled and then let slip a shuddering groan of pain. Recovering and holding his right hand to his thigh he pressed down on the damaged armour plate, using the wound to focus himself in the moment.
“Keep moving you fool; I just have to keep moving!”
With a nod he continued ahead, the pain of his wounds beginning to shrink in comparison to what been done to his pride. Kicking a primitive door open Aelyn moved into the back rooms of the ruined building. Scanning through the darkness for any sign of another door or breach through which he could continue his escape.
But with every breath he took, his shame and rage rose to an unbearable degree. Stifling a petulant outburst of anger, he replayed what had happened to lead to the situation he now found himself in…
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Before today Aelyn Raineth was enjoying a decadent and all but cushioned existence. The kind of life he knew he was supposed to have. His Archon master, a Kabalite Raid-lord, considered Aelyn one of his ‘favourite’ retainers, and Aelyn did everything he could to maintain that favour.
Aelyn’s much older brother, Vaxel, had reluctantly made the introduction to the Archon, and since then Aelyn was able to bid farewell to low-scheming, brutish, and foul-tongued gutter-rats. Instead, he got to live a higher, indulgent, existence; enjoying wine, delightful parties, the sport of the arena, and more sensual pleasures. All at the whims and will of a graceful master who had fancied him for his looks, and the curve of his back in particular…
For a bratty, vice-ridden, Aelyn what could have been better?
Yet, the entirety of his previous life evapourated when, in a drunken stupour, Aelyn was coaxed and had agreed to join some of his master’s Kabalites on a raid. They said that it was going to be a delight; wailing Mon’keigh slaves, a little bit of battle, and the thrill of Real-Space, all waited for them to simply reach out and take it.
The best part was that it was a raid to a backwater Mon’keigh world that his fellow Kabalites had previously made use of. So, they knew what to expect, and just how delightful the sporting would be. For Aelyn, he was looking forward to being able to enjoy it, and not have to put much physical effort into it at all.
Though he was fairly competent with a knife, and could play a marksman when necessary. Aelyn was a Drukhari whose weapons of choice were poisons, subtlety, his silver tongue, and his good looks. He couldn’t exactly wink, smirk, and get his way with an ugly helmet over his head. Unless truly backed into a corner, Aelyn had survived so far by avoiding physical fights whenever he could.
The only time he ever took on a challenger openly, is if he had successfully weakened his opponent beforehand with any manner of intoxicant, poison, or potion. And for Aelyn he delighted most in watching others wonder in their last moments just how he had gotten the better of them. But now, Aelyn was going to die on some Mon’keigh backwater colony! All because of jealousy…
When he and his fellow Kabalites came to the planet’s surface to begin their raid, bombing and firing on a Mon’keigh settlement with abandon, Aelyn suspected nothing amiss. The three Raider ships and the teams of Kabalites hit the ground and did their work. And in the excitement, confusion, and brutality of their lightning attack, the screams of the Mon’keigh, and the battle-haze around him Aelyn had become so drunk and impassioned he didn’t notice the shift in attitude among some of his ‘brothers’.
Only after they loaded as many slaves aboard their Raider as they could, did the weapons of his fellow Kabalites turn towards him and Aelyn realised that the raid acted as the perfect cover to get rid of him. It seemed that spurning his fellows and sucking up to the Archon and the senior officers of the Kabal had finally come to roost.
One of Aelyn’s rivals for the attention and affection of the Archon had persuaded the raiding Kabalites to return without Aelyn. So, while the Raider began to take off from the surface, several large and far stronger Drukhari than him, disarmed, battered, and then threw Aelyn out the open cargo bay of their ship. Screaming as he fell back down to the streets of the Mon’keigh city, Aelyn barely had the time to try and protect his head before he impacted the ground and blacked out in a painful heap.
When he awoke Aelyn was delighted to still be alive, but was then confronted with the sounds of a Mon’keigh patrol, and the reality that he was now alone on a hostile planet, without a rifle. All he had for arms was a single, barbed, combat knife.
In contemptuous disbelief that he’d even have to do something so low, Aelyn waited and hid amongst the bodies and carnage the raid had left for as long as he could. At the first opportunity he struck and ambushed a squad of the witless Mon’keigh cannon-fodder that were inspecting the street he was on.
Putting all his energy into his speed and focus, Aelyn was able to dispatch most of them. But those he was too far from disengaged before using a device to call for assistance. Running the opposite way Aelyn had been ducking and trying to evade them since.
Anytime the Mon’keigh got close he was able to escape, severely wounding or killing whoever was in his way. But his last encounter had proved to be the worst; Aelyn had been hit in the thigh with a shot point-blank. In addition to the bullet wound, the more Aelyn ran around the Mon’keigh city, the more tired he was becoming.
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Looking around what seemed to be a storage facility of some kind, Aelyn blinked and panted, feeling his muscles and damaged body begin to slow with exhaustion and agony. Then he shuddered and stifled a groan of pain as he shook his head,
“This is not happening.”
Shaking his head more emphatically Aelyn drew several shallow breaths before growling again, “This, cannot, be happening!”
Wincing loudly Aelyn looked down and finally took a moment to examine his damaged suit and the blood oozing out of the nicks, and near-misses. But the bullet hole in his thigh was beginning to concern him. Scrutinising the hole in his armour plate Aelyn started to wonder just how bad it was when he heard the Mon’keigh outside.
Looking up and springing back into action he drew his knife from its sheath on his waist and shuffled towards the side of the doorway he’d come through. Crouching and furrowing his brow, Aelyn looked across the debris-strewn storefront and out the front windows at his pursuers.
One of them, presumably a commander, yelled aloud, his voice echoing down the street,
“Do not stop till you find that Xeno! If you spot it, do not engage, use the vox and call for backup!”
Swallowing tensely Aelyn suppressed the urge to growl, “If only I had a damn rifle! This would have been child’s pla- argh!”
His leg throbbed with a burning pain and he clutched at it, nearly dropping his knife. His heart skipped a beat and he thought aloud, wincing and shuddering,
“Damn it. It’s… it’s getting worse.”
Forcing himself to stand back up, Aelyn bit his tongue and ignored his injuries as looked again for a backdoor. Thinking aloud he began to muse,
“As soon as I get out of here, I’m going to get back to the Kabal, and butcher those responsible for this!”
Focusing on his revenge he smirked while sweat dribbled down his brow and his muscles ached for a reprieve. Already, as if in denial of his predicament, he began drawing up a shortlist of those rivals who might have had the gall and pull to have attempted orchestrating this ‘exile’.
Moving past the rows upon rows of high shelves and boxes Aelyn tried to assuage himself with all manner of sadistic cruelties he could exact upon those who’d tried to have him killed.
‘After all,’ he thought through his pain, ‘I’m still alive, and these Mon’keigh are nothing but an inconvenience!’
Drawing a breath, he nodded. As he came to the far end of the room, his body cooled with a splash of relief. Ahead of him was a lowered platform and a tall shuddered cargo door. The building he was in must have received whatever goods they housed through that portal. Aelyn smirked and as he looked down the door, he saw that the bottom was raised from the ground, ajar enough that he could crawl out.
‘That’ll do.’
Nodding Aelyn dropped down into the recess and reluctantly lowered himself to the floor. Huffing and panting he began crawling under the sheet-metal door. Once through he couldn’t help but chuckle as he came to his feet. Slowly Aelyn began walking down the backstreet and he kept his knife drawn, touching his left fingers to the wall as he slowly proceeded.
For the fleetest of moments, he felt like he was many cycles younger and escaping some gang that wanted him dead back in the lower levels of Commorragh. Ignoring the memory, he growled,
‘Once I lose these primitives, I’m going to need time to just…’
Clearing his throat and stifling a dry cough Aelyn shook his head, ‘Just a little time to recover and plan what to do next.’
Blinking and furrowing his brow he winced before rolling his shoulders and growling through his discomfort. Sheathing his knife, he moved away from the wall and looked behind him periodically.
The access road he was on was between the larger buildings of what he could only guess was a leisure district of some kind. The windows and shops which hadn’t been damaged in their raid were clearly civilian, advertising all manner of products and services to the Mon’keigh who called the city home.
Aelyn had no idea how populated this particular planet was, but from what the Kabalites had said at the beginning of the raid, none of the populated centres across the planet’s surface was a tiered ‘hive’ style settlement. Instead, they were all open-aired, with wide streets, and tall, dangerously exposed, buildings; perfect for the Drukhari Raiders to open fire on.
Turning off the road and back down an alley, Aelyn looked over his shoulder periodically, eventually relaxing by a little. Then he chuckled, ‘These Mon’keigh can’t even follow me in one of their own cities? Pah!’
Shaking his head, he hesitantly looked down at this wound before exiting the alley. Looking back up he froze, and his eyes widened. Ahead of him stood six armed, uniformed, Mon’keigh. Over their armour they each wore webbed rigging of ammunition pouches, with small backpacks, and equipment belts around their waists.
The squad of six were arranged casually in the middle of the street all looking to the right, and behind them were two four-wheeled transport vehicles loudly idling. Blinking in disbelief Aelyn remained frozen, unable to accept the fact he’d deafly walked right into them. Looking from side to side he felt his heart thump and thunder, and adrenaline coursed through his arteries as he swore under his breath.
Closest to Aelyn was a pair standing on the sidewalk a few feet away from him. One Mon’keigh mumbled something to the other before chuckling and slinging his rifle over his shoulder. Then he quickly turned around, probably going back towards the vehicles, but stopped once he saw Aelyn.
In a quiet moment the two looked at one another and Aelyn watched as the Mon’keigh’s face went from surprise and shock to action. At the same time Aelyn was forced to attack, setting into a run and drawing his dagger.
‘One after another! I can kill them! I can easily do this!’
As Aelyn stepped towards the first Mon’keigh, the guardsman began to unsling his rifle and yell. At the sudden noise the five other Mon’keigh turned and each exclaimed in surprise as Aelyn moved out of the alley. Ignoring the fact he was outnumbered, Aelyn did his best to focus on what he’d do and how he’d do it.
In his mind he played it out perfectly; he’d slash upwards at the first Mon’keigh’s neck, then he’d use his body if the others started shooting, and then he’d jump and dodge, rolling if necessary, before slaughtering them all!
That was the plan at least. Aelyn didn’t count on his arms being as sluggish as they were. In a flurry he finally came to the first Mon’keigh and the male grunted as he brought his rifle to stop Aelyn’s attack.
Widening his eyes Aelyn mumbled, “W-what?”
His knife was caught against the Mon’keigh’s rifle and he watched as the primitive grunted and strained, forcing Aelyn’s blade backwards.
“What the fuck is that!?” One Mon’keigh cried.
In reply the female guardsman near the one Aelyn was attacking roared, “It’s the fucking Xeno! Get him off of Gaius!”
With a growl she raised her rifle and brought the butt flying towards Aelyn’s helmet. Tilting his head and abandoning his attempt to slash the one known as Gaius, he tried to pull back before the female Mon’keigh hit him. But he was too slow, and the rifle butt loudly crashed against his helmet. Aelyn couldn’t help but groan in pain as he continued moving backwards.
To his left the other Mon’keigh approached, weapons poised. Blinking and reeling Aelyn growled, ‘N-no! I am not dying alone!’
Focusing on the female Mon’keigh he tried feinting and burying his knife into her chest, but she quickly used her rifle to parry, while beside her Gaius let out a roar and did something Aelyn never would have anticipated. Pushing off the ground and using his rifle like a cross-bar Gaius smashed his weapon into Aelyn’s chest and forced him backwards.
At the same time the female Mon’keigh brought her rifle down and made it connect with Aelyn’s bloody right thigh. She must have noticed the wound, and now she capitalised off of it. Groaning in pain Aelyn fell backwards and onto the stone sidewalk as the Mon’keigh squad proceeded to pounce onto him at once.
“Get the knife! Get it away from the Xeno!”
“Grab his arms, hold him still!”
“Watch it, watch it!”
Turning his head wildly Aelyn began to realise, he wasn’t about to win. The alien sensation of pure, mortal terror began to worm its way throughout his chest and he almost didn’t realise that he was yelling as he lost the wrestling melee. Now, nearly screaming, Aelyn bucked and fought like an animal as the Mon’keigh held him down and he was able to move less and less,
“No, no! Get, get your filthy hands off me!”
Feeling his only weapon ripped from his fingers Aelyn finally froze when the female Mon’keigh pressed her gun barrel underneath his chin and growled,
“If you can understand me Xeno, then don’t fucking move.”
Her words spurred him on, and defiantly Aelyn continued to grunt and fight, kicking and trying to lash out with his arms as the other Mon’keigh forced his limbs to the concrete. Then the female bared her teeth, hitting him across the visor with the gun barrel before snarling her command again,
“Unless you want your alien brains blown all over the ground, don’t fucking move!”
Aelyn’s chest rose up and down, and eventually his exhaustion and indecision defeated him. Staring down the barrel of a loaded weapon, mere inches from his face, he reluctantly gave in and let the Mon’keigh hold him down. He shivered and couldn’t believe what he was doing, but as soon as the five dogpiling Mon’keigh felt him stop they let out a collective cheer.
Pulling his arms above his head one of the Mon’keigh pulled out some kind of a restraint and loudly clicked the bonds closed around Aelyn’s wrists. Then the Mon’keigh slowly stood back up, several of them redrawing their weapons and pointing down at him.
“W-what the fuck is it corporal? Is it one of the pirates?”
The female nodded and squinted, seemingly locking gazes with Aelyn through the visor of his helmet. Eventually she scoffed, “Yeah, it actually is. I never thought I’d ever get this fucking close to one though.”
Gaius laughed nervously and blinked, “I… I can’t believe how Human-like it looks! I fucking thought it was one of us at first! It, it just came out of the alley, walking!”
Shaking his head one of the other guardsmen slapped Gaius’ shoulder, “You’re a lucky man!” then the squad laughed nervously.
The female growled, “Shut up! All of you! This thing gave Bravo squad hell!”
They quieted and their nervous revelry sobered. Then Gaius grunted and looked to the female, “Corporal Nadia, s-should we call in reinforcements?”
Aelyn looked from the similarly uniformed guardsmen towards the female, then he swallowed, ‘They’re all looking to her? She must be their officer…’
The female had tanned, caramel coloured skin, with thick, dark brown, eyebrows. Below her furrowed brow she stared at Aelyn with intense, unblinking, grey eyes. The last feature he saw on her face was a small scar on her chin just below her curved lips.
Aelyn’s mind raced as his heart thundered, ‘I… I have to get out of this. I… I’m not dying here! N-not like this!’
Blinking and breathing more shallowly Aelyn looked around as the helplessness of his situation began to sink further in. Tilting her head Nadia smirked, ignoring the question of her fellow guardsman, she tauntingly remarked,
“Uh oh boys, I think it’s starting to realise just how fucked it is.”
Pushing her rifle barrel under Aelyn’s chin and forcing him to move his head from side to side she chuckled and the other Mon’keigh began low jeering laughs, relaxing and becoming more at ease by their ‘victory’.
Then one of them commented, “By the Emperor… Look at how sleek that armour is!”
Nadia nodded, and beside her Gaius pointed at Aelyn’s chest, “It’s so slender ha-ha! I… I can’t tell what it is, like male or female. Do you think it’s some hideous wretch inside that suit?”
Aelyn wanted to growl in disgust at how he was being appraised by Mon’keigh of all things. Purposefully he turned his head as he stared at the male Gaius. He was pinker than the female Nadia, and had blue eyes, thin eyebrows, and reddish-brown hair poking out from under the edge of his helmet.
Unnerved by Aelyn’s mute, motionless, gaze Gaius shuddered,
“Uh, now, shouldn’t we alert the rest of the team Nadi?”
One of the guardsmen with a heavy pack and a tall antenna protruding from it, perked up and looked from Aelyn towards the female corporal. Then she squinted at Gaius and whispered,
“I told you not to call me that in the field.”
Gaius nodded and looked back at their ‘captive’.
“Right, sorry Corporal Nadia.”
Then she nodded, “No, we’re not calling it in yet.”
Lowering her rifle, Nadia ordered, “Get it on its’ knees.”
Several of the Mon’keigh stooped and took Aelyn by the arms before yanking him upwards. Growling and bucking his arms he tried to fight them, grunting and protesting the whole time. Aelyn finally quieted as the Mon’keigh forced him into a kneeling position, and held him in place.
Nadia came around behind him and Aelyn’s thoughts began to scream as he realised what was about to happen,
‘No, no, no! I, I can’t die!’
Aelyn looked around at the Mon’keigh and realised he was about to be executed. The guardsmen all seemed like they’d done such a thing before and Aelyn’s chest tightened as he felt the touch of Nadia’s gun barrel to the back of his helmet.
“No!”
Fluttering his eyes and gasping for breath it was all Aelyn could do to keep from screaming,
“Wait!”
The Mon’keigh all let out noises of surprise as Aelyn brought his bound hands towards his helmet.
‘I have to try! Anything, anything! I’m not dying on this fucking planet!’
Feeling blindly for the clasps he eventually released the locks with a click and hiss, before he struggled to pull the helmet from his head. With a breath and a grunt, Aelyn shook his head and let the helmet fall to the ground. His pale skin was covered in sweat, and he guessed that his dark eyeliner was probably smudged by now, but at the moment he cared very little.
The Mon’keigh all let out various noises of surprise and Corporal Nadia blinked before lowering her weapon. Shaking his head from side to side, Aelyn tried to get his bangs out of his eyes as his long hair fell down his shoulders. Then, with a frantic motion he quickly swept his hair to the side and swallowed nervously as he slowly looked around at his Mon’keigh captors.
One trooper commented, “What the hell? Look at those ears!”
Another exclaimed, “By the Emperor, why can’t all the Xenos look like that! Ha, ha, ha!”
One more whistled before mumbling lowly, “Damn…”
Blinking and squinting in the natural light, Aelyn struggled to adjust as he turned around and looked towards Nadia. He was breathing heavily and his mouth parted a little as he drew air through his teeth. At the moment all Aelyn had was his looks and his body…
Without any other weapons he stiffened and wordlessly stared upwards at his potential executioner. Nadia continued to lower her weapon as she raised a brow and stared back down at him. Then Aelyn shook his head and spoke without his helmet to muffle his voice,
“Don’t…”
Then he moved his eyes downwards towards her belt and groin, slowly Aelyn blinked and pursed his lips. Then he gave her a small nod. At first Nadia merely furrowed her brow in confusion, then she seemed to understand what Aelyn was ‘offering’ and her expression changed. Lowering her rifle completely Aelyn averted his eyes in shame, his pale cheeks nearly flushing red.
Aelyn shivered as he took in a deep breath and Nadia chuckled,
“Boys, I’ve got a different idea.” slinging her rifle, she nodded, “Get him on his feet.”
Aelyn let a heavy breath of relief escape him, for the moment he was still alive, but as soon as he was standing Nadia reached her right hand to his head and took a rough handful of his dark, teal-coloured hair. Yanking him along, Aelyn surprised himself by letting slip a groan and loud wince of pain. His legs burned and as she pulled, she forced him to walk at a half-bent angle.
Leading him across the street Nadia kicked open the door to some shop and turned to her squad mates, “Gaius, keep watch, and if the others come in on the vox, tell ‘em we haven’t seen anything. Got it?”
Forced to look at the floor Aelyn grunted as Nadia kept a tight hold of his hair. Ignoring the Mon’keigh he blinked and felt his heart thump like when he snorted his first line of pleasure-powder.
‘W-what is this?!’ he thought madly.
Now his whole body was vibrating with anticipation in a sordid, and wholly unique way. Yanking him again he reluctantly followed along as Corporal Nadia pulled him deeper into the building. They then moved into a backroom, and he heard a door close behind them.
Nadia chuckled and pushed his head downwards, “On your knees.”
Aelyn growled and Nadia pulled his hair again in response, “Don’t you want to keep breathing Xeno? On your knees!”
Aelyn winced and slowly knelt. His legs, and his wounded thigh, were burning, but he forced his muscles to comply. Slowly Nadia let her fingers out from his hair and he was able to look around. He was in the middle of a sitting room of some kind, and immediately ahead of them was a carpeted area, a chair, and a couch, and to the right was a long table.
Then he turned around to look at how many of the Mon’keigh had followed into the room. In addition to Corporal Nadia, only two of the males were looking down at him.
‘Could I take them? Unarmed?’ he wondered.
Unclipping her helmet Nadia turned and threw it onto the table before she unslung her rifle and laid it down beside. Opening her sidearms’ holster, she withdrew a pistol and made her way towards the couch. Sitting down and motioning with the weapon Nadia smirked,
“Well then Xeno. Strip.”
Aelyn’s eyes widened and he resisted the urge to growl, ‘A… a Mon’keigh?! I…’
He stopped and swallowed, ‘I have to, to survive, for now I’ve got to. I’ll figure it out later, for now just keep surviving.’
After a moment, Aelyn forced himself to sound cool before he replied, holding up his wrists,
“I can’t… The bonds.”
Nadia pursed her lips before nodding to one of the other guardsmen. He leant and disabled the cuffs and then she repeated,
“Strip.”
Aelyn reluctantly began complying, biting his lip and resisting the urge to wince at his sore body. Opening the top of his armoured bodysuit he started pulling his arms out from their sleeves, and once they were free, he shuffled where he sat and shed the top of his suit to revealed his lithe, pale, and sweat-dappled skin.
Watching on Nadia raised a brow and stiffened in her seat, a wry smile coming across her features. Once Aelyn had pulled the top half of his suit to his waist he stopped and looked up.
Nadia nodded, “All the way.”
Aelyn’s breath caught in his mouth and he blinked, his pride was twisting inside of him, and in a suicidal show of defiance he wondered if he could leap towards the gun on the table in time.
‘I… I am not a slave. I will not listen to a barely sentient Mon’keigh!’
Furrowing her brow Nadia scoffed and stood back up, motioning with the gun she stepped towards Aelyn,
“Alright Xeno, you want to do it this way, huh? You’d think with ears that big you’d hear me.”
The two guardsmen chuckled, and continued watching on. Flicking something on her pistol Nadia moved her finger to the trigger and aimed it at the side of Aelyn’s head as she stopped in front of him. Now looming over top of him, he blinked and looked upwards as his eyes widened and his heart audibly throbbed in his skull.
His whole body felt an intimidating wave of complete and total helplessness as he stared up at the female Mon’keigh officer. Then she nodded and her voice lowered, taking on a strange, sultry tone as she ordered,
“Undo my belt.”
Tapping waist with her left hand she raised a brow and watched on.
“Slowly, very slowly now. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Aelyn nodded and he let out a strangely uncharacteristic shuddering breath. His upper body, now exposed to the air, felt chilled, and he didn’t understand the strange feelings swirling inside of him. He was on his knees… In front of Mon’keigh! Slaves! Arena-fodder. Weak, stupid, hapless creatures. And yet here he was, on his knees, and at their mercies.
His hands moved as if possessed, and slowly he brought his black lacquered nails towards Nadia’s waist. The whole time her perverse smile intensified, as if she couldn’t quite believe what was happening either. Touching her belt Aelyn fumbled, and clumsily tried to unclip the foreign clothing.
His face blushed and his breath became shallower as he began thinking,
‘Am I really about to do this, t-to a Mon’keigh?’
Nadia let out a short breath as Aelyn finally opened the belt and began loosening her trousers. When there was enough slack, Aelyn slowly began pulling them down to reveal her short, form-fitting underwear. Letting the belt and trousers drop past her thighs to collect around her ankles, Nadia adjusted her stance and spread her legs.
Reaching forwards with her left hand, Nadia touched her fingers to Aelyn’s hair and slowly ran them through his locks. Then she chuckled, and began stroking his head,
“So, Xeno… Have you got a name?”
Looking from the Mon’keigh’s pubic mound up to her face, Aelyn felt a sudden and shameful wave of emotion. His throat dried and he blinked defiantly, before grunting,
“Aelyn.”
Then he screamed at himself, ‘What are you doing?!’
She raised a brow, “What was that?”
Growling and swallowing replied, “It’s Aelyn.”
Nadia smirked and repeated, “Aelyn?”
He looked up and nodded, then Nadia tilted her head back and lowered her voice,
“Alright then, Aelyn, why don’t you open your mouth, hmm?”
Letting out a pant, he followed the order and parted his lips and teeth almost without hesitation. Nodding in approval Nadia cooed, and her eyes crinkled at the corners,
“Ooh, good boy.”
Aelyn shuddered, but in a pleasurable way and fought from shaking his head, ‘What is going on?!’
Hooking her thumb around her plain underwear, Nadia began pulling all along until the ridge of the elastic band was below her hips. When it was loose enough, she stopped and tapped the side of Aelyn’s head.
“Now, put that mouth to use.”
Blinking and looking right ahead at her slipping underwear and hidden womanhood, Aelyn shivered and began leaning forwards. Sticking his tongue out he took the top of the underwear in his mouth and bit into the material to then begin bringing it downwards. Behind him he heard the onlooking guardsmen audibly chuckle and mumble, and Nadia let out a long, even breath.
Letting the underwear fall from his mouth Aelyn blinked and slowly looked upwards. The anticipation and excitement at the position he found himself in was something so new and titillating that Aelyn let slip a strange noise when he finally looked at the Mon’keigh’s vagina and unique pubic hair.
Pushing her fingers back into Aelyn’s hair Nadia raised a brow and began pulling him towards her as she adjusted her stance again, and parted her legs enough to accommodate him.
“Come on Aelyn, be a good little Xeno and open that mouth again.”
One of the guardsmen scoffed and shifted from foot to foot,
“Nadia, is… it that a good idea?”
Looking up towards her subordinate she smirked, “Don’t worry, you two can go next.”
Aelyn’s face blushed harder and he mumbled as he began leaning towards the female.
‘If… if it means, I survive then…’
Blinking and picturing drug-fuelled orgies back in Commorragh Aelyn shivered.
‘Why is this… n-no this can’t be! This isn’t… arousing?!’
As his body moved forwards on its’ own Aelyn let out a low moan before tilting his head and pressing himself against Nadia. She let out a sharp nervous breath and swallowed audibly as she watched on.
Aelyn was strangely tentative at first, but once he took in a breath, when his lips and the tip of his tongue tasted her skin… He moaned luridly and his eyes fluttered. Then he opened his mouth wider and started licking.
Nadia shivered and she swayed backwards, “Oh! Fuck… Hey, b-be careful there Aelyn…”
Licking downwards and kissing his lips to her labia, Aelyn let out another muffled, and shameful moan. His tongue explored the inside of her labia, wetting and running along the petals of her vagina in a circle before he reached her clitoris at the top.
‘J-just like with the Archon’s consorts… j-just li-… gah they’re nothing like, l-like… uhnmm…’
Aelyn took in another heady breath of her scent and his body shivered. Though she was smaller, less shapely and attractive compared to any of his regular partners, there was a perverse attraction to her uniqueness. His head was beginning to swim in a mix of embarrassment, submission, and sexual arousal. His pain and exhaustion seemed to add to the experience and he kissed harder as his mind remarked,
‘I… I can’t fight back. I… I’m… uhh y-yeah… this, ah…’
His eyelids fluttered and he mumbled as Nadia began moving her left hand in his hair, holding him and beginning to direct him up and down as he licked.
“That’s it. Wow, seems like he’s into it, eh boys?”
The other guardsmen walked around to the sides and watched on; their faces captivated at the scene. Blinking and darting his eyes to either side, Aelyn considered his ‘audience’ and a wave of pleasure rolled over him. Shivering and reaching to Nadia’s legs for support she began moving his head up and down a little more forcefully.
“That’s right… Keep licking.”
Aelyn blinked and closed his eyes as he focused on his task. Rolling his tongue up and down faster he kissed and smocked loudly as his face quickly began dripping with Nadia’s quim and his own spit.
His hands began moving up and down her legs, feeling her muscles and the firmness of her skin as he focused on her clit. Sucking and then prodding the button with his tongue Nadia let out a low moan of approval as her hand slacked in his hair.
“Fuck…”
Strangely encouraged by her voice Aelyn moaned in response and began kissing at her, mumbling as he teased and rubbed at the sensitive bundle of nerves. She chuckled and cooed before pushing him downwards,
“Lower, m-make sure you’re getting it all…”
Aelyn nodded and moaned before immediately complying. Pressing his face completely between her legs he moved his tongue lower and began circling and teasing Nadia’s entrance, issuing sharp moans and even a giggle of surprise from the Mon’keigh.
Taking in a deeper breath and savouring her scent and taste, Aelyn though desperately, ‘W-what the hell is wrong with me!?’
Nadia chuckled again, and at the same time began shivering. “Ha, ah… oh? O-oh! Oh fuck!”
Listening to her moans and breathing increase, Aelyn’s body responded instinctually. His licking began to quicken and he moaned as he moved up and down, kissing, sucking, and nibbling at her inner labia as he moved from top to bottom. Licking her clit, he then lowered and went back to teasing his tongue around her throbbing entrance.
The guardsmen watching on chuckled and groaned, while Nadia’s brow furrowed in disbelief,
“Ah! O-okay Aelyn. X-Xeno! Fuck! I… Oh shit!”
Reaching his hands around her legs, rubbing them into the backs of her thighs, Aelyn moaned wantonly as he continued. Now fully committed and broken down, he acted without thinking and continued to suck and kiss, loudly licking and moaning into the petals and warm folds of his captor.
Issuing a tense breath one of the guardsmen scoffed, “Fuck… look at him go.”
The other nodded, “It’s, j-just like a porn vid…”
Unable to glance at them, Aelyn knew he should have been embarrassed, livid, murderous even, to be seen by Mon’keigh in such a position. But the thought instead had the opposite effect. With a gun near his head, his clothes half-shed, and the scent of a female on his face, Aelyn only felt a growing and intensifying thrill.
Between his legs, Aelyn felt his cock throb with want, and against the lower half of his body-suit it pressed against the material, begging for attention, but he was too involved with giving oral that he didn’t want to move his hands from Nadia’s legs. After a few more seconds of his loud, intense, attention, Nadia moaned loudly and shook,
“I need a b-b-break! S-shit!”
Pulling Aelyn’s hair, Nadia finally yanked him out from between her legs. Quim and spit glistened across his mouth and chin and Aelyn drunkenly blinked in confusion as he panted. His pupils dilated and he felt as if he’d taken some kind of ecstasy-inducing drug as he looked up at her. Despite her appearance he was as enthused and aroused pleasing her as he was with his Archon.
Staring at one another, Nadia eventually looked away first. Letting go of his hair and moving her pistol as she stepped backwards, she cleared her throat and motioned to him.
“T-take off the rest…”
Moaning in response Aelyn shivered and nearly fell to the side as he winced and struggled with his suit. At the same time Nadia caught her breath and looked to her two guardsmen,
“Who’s next?”
The two men raised their brows and looked at her, then each other, before looking down at Aelyn. Gulping and mumbling the Drukhari finally pulled his suit down to his knees, before he looked up at his audience.
Then Nadia’s eyes widened, “Ha-ha! No! Wait, I’ve got a better idea…”
Aelyn blinked and gulped again, his breath coming out shallowly as he sat on the floor. Nadia smirked and then looked at the two guardsmen,
“Let’s let the Xeno decide who he’s going to blow, hmm?”
Aelyn let out a shudder and moaned involuntarily as he exhaled. The two guardsmen chuckled and then laughed in sexual excitement while they stepped closer to the Drukhari. Looking from left to right, Aelyn shivered.
“Uhh… I…”
He glanced up and down the trousers and uniforms of both male Mon’keigh and let out the same moan that a slave might have back in a Commorragh bedchamber. Swallowing again Aelyn began raising his right hand and pointing to the male on his right.
Nadia smirked, “Oh, Kaleb? I think he likes you…”
The guardsman scoffed in disbelief before hastily taking his helmet off and throwing it behind him. Then he unzipped and dropped his rig and armour, kicking them behind him as well. Aelyn merely blinked and pursed his lips, watching on as the two Mon’keigh stripped down to their undershirts and trousers. Their bodies were strange to him and all he could think of was how poor their muscles were in comparison to him and to other, far more beautiful Drukhari he’d bedded.
Nadia was huffing and touching herself with her left hand slowly as she watched on and Aelyn slowly moved on his knees towards Kaleb. Like he’d done with Nadia, Aelyn reached towards the Mon’keigh’s belt and slowly unclipped it.
Kaleb quietly watched, his chest rising and falling anxiously as a Xeno began pulling his pants down. Nadia stepped back closer to get a better view, at the same time she tapped the other guardsman,
“Take yours off too Ehren.”
Aelyn paused and looked to his side as Nadia moved around to the left of Kaleb and Ehren began unclipping and pulling his trousers down. He was surrounded again, and let out a meek moan of excitement as he realised what was going to happen.
Nadia tapped her thigh, “Just use your mouth on Kaleb, huh? Let’s see if your fingers are as good as your tongue.”
Aelyn slowly offered his right hand to Nadia, and his left to Ehren, as Kaleb finished pulling his pants down enough for his cock to come out from his underwear. Semi-erect and throbbing with every pulse, Kaleb took hold of himself and raised a brow confidently.
“Go on Xeno, open up.”
Aelyn blushed and almost simultaneously Nadia and Ehren took his hands and forced him to begin pleasuring them. Wrapping his long fingers around Ehren’s shaft, Aelyn looked to his left, arching his brow as the Mon’keigh made him begin jerking him off. Then on his right, Nadia pressed his hand between her legs and moaned as she directed his middle and ring fingers through her labia.
Moaning and blinking Aelyn bit his lip before looking back at Kaleb. The Mon’keigh smirked and chuckled,
“What’s the matter Xeno? Come on now… You weren’t so shy earlier.”
Then parting his lips and extending his tongue Aelyn was about to just tease the tip of Kaleb’s penis. But the Mon’keigh had another plan. Reaching forwards and taking hold of Aelyn’s hair he forced the Drukhari forwards with a small yelp of surprise.
Pressing him against his shaft, Kaleb began chuckling and mumbling,
“Go on… lick it, make sure you get it all nice and wet…”
Moaning in response Aelyn sniffed and began running his tongue up and down Kaleb’s length, while he slowly jerked Ehren and began fingering Nadia. All three Mon’keigh began moaning and letting out noises of approval. Encouraged, and aroused beyond what he thought possible, Aelyn began moving up and down, licking and moaning into Kaleb’s skin liberally.
Then Kaleb shuddered and let out a long moan as he arched his head backwards,
“Okay, e-enough put it in now.”
Blinking heavily, and nodding submissively, Aelyn stopped licking and moved towards the glistening, pre-cum covered glans of the fully erect member. At the same time, he jerked and held onto Ehren more firmly, eliciting a deep grunt and moan of approval,
“Oh fuck… I, I think he’s done this before!”
Nadia fluttered her eyes and watched Aelyn’s mouth closely as his fingers teased and explored the wet and throbbing entrance of her pussy,
“N-no kidding… F-fuck…”
Parting his lips and closing his eyes drunkenly, Aelyn moaned as he drew the head and first inches of Kaleb’s cock into his mouth.
Kaleb shuddered and immediately let out a deflating breath,
“Fuck! Ah, oh, oh fuck that’s a warm mouth, b-by the Emperor! Ah! O-oh that tongue!”
Like he was with his Archon, Aelyn licked the slit and kissed around the whole of Kaleb’s glans, lowering his tongue to make sure he was lubricating and giving attention to every sensitive millimetre of the Mon’keigh’s member. Focusing on the underside, Aelyn pressed the head against the roof of his mouth and began circling his tongue around and inside the minor folds of Kaleb’s frenulum.
Suddenly Kaleb let out a sharp moan and Ehren looked over in disbelief and envy. Nadia nodded in agreement,
“It’s pretty fucking good huh?”
Kaleb laughed and Aelyn continued to suckle, now getting louder and freer with his noises, wetly kissing and licking all over the underside as the Mon’keigh tried to reply,
“F-fuck, w-we need to bring this Xeno back to the barracks! Holy shit…”
Ehren laughed and Aelyn jerked him off harder and more easily, making him moan, “Fuck… Now I wonder how tight he is…”
Kaleb moaned and smirked, “Probably, f-feels pretty, g-good!”
Aelyn let out a muffled response, as if trying to answer them. But then Kaleb shook his head and pulled Aelyn down deeper,
“No, no, just be quiet and keep sucking…”
Aelyn grunted and choked before moaning and shivering. Sliding him up and down, Kaleb began to get braver with how deeply he brought Aelyn, until he discovered, the Drukhari wasn’t at all unfamiliar with giving a blowjob.
Now moving him up and down faster, both Ehren and Nadia watched on in disbelief. Kaleb was moaning freely, shuddering and barely able to stand upright as he brought Aelyn up and down his shaft.
Looking below, towards Aelyn’s cock, Nadia laughed before moaning, “L-look at his cock! Fuck, he’s looking pretty needy isn’t he boys?”
Aelyn arched his brow and moaned loudly in reply, and if not for the cock in his mouth he would have screamed, ‘yes!’.
Ehren was moaning, watching and touching himself as Aelyn continued to jerk him off, and Kaleb was actually nearing a climax. Nadia was now enjoying the majority of Aelyn’s fingers and was gyrating her hips and rubbing her clit as she moved up and down.
Pulling himself out of Aelyn’s mouth Kaleb moaned, and let go of the Drukhari’s hair to begin jerking himself off. Now free of the throbbing, Mon’keigh member, Aelyn leant back, gasping as he nodded and eagerly waited for the cum-shot. Moaning, Aelyn didn’t notice just how loud he was until it was remarked on,
“Holy shit… listen to him! Fuck he really wants this, doesn’t he?”
Ehren shuddered and chuckled while Nadia wordlessly nodded in agreement. Then finally, with a growl and a sputtering breath Kaleb moaned,
“Ah! Ahh, fuck!”
Throbbing and squirting a forceful strand of cum Aelyn blinked and felt it splatter against his face, all along his right cheek. Then with a moan and sexual growl he lunged forwards and sucked the head of Kaleb’s cock back inside his mouth.
Opening his eyes and letting out a shriek and moan, Kaleb nearly fell over as Aelyn licked and sucked, drawing pulse after pulse, squirt after squirt of cum from his sensitive member.
Feeling the familiar burn and salty tang of seed across his palate, Aelyn fluttered his eyes and felt himself shake with excitement and energy. Kaleb stopped jerking himself and merely stood, moaning dumbly before Aelyn finally released him and swallowed the mouthful of Mon’keigh cum.
Nadia and Ehren both shuddered and watched in total amazement. Kaleb staggered backwards until he reached the couch and he fell backdown sitting and panting as his body shivered in post-orgasmic bliss. Turning towards Ehren, Aelyn looked up and opened his mouth luridly, showing that it was empty.
“Oh, f-fuck, N-Nadia… He, he swallowed it all.”
Nadia cooed and let out a muffled shriek as Aelyn forced her to cum. Then the Drukhari let out a drunken giggle. The Mon’keigh were like putty in his hands, or mouth as the case may be.
Pulling herself off of Aelyn’s fingers she shook her head and fought to catch her breath. Then Ehren looked down and watched as Aelyn continued to jerk him off. Grunting and breathing through his teeth Ehren stared at the Drukhari before lunging downwards and trying to wrestle him.
“I’m going to fuck him!”
Aelyn squealed with delight and allowed himself to be man-handled by the Mon’keigh. Moaning freely and being forced onto his hands and knees, Ehren aggressively moved behind Aelyn and slapped at his ass.
“I’m going to fuck a Xeno… I’m going to fuck this Xeno until it’s drooling and broken!”
Aelyn let out another high-pitched moan before arching his brow, ‘Yes! F-fuck me! Make me cum, oh gods! Yes!’
Ehren pressed his throbbing penis between Aelyn’s cheeks and began rubbing his pre-cum covered head up and down, prodding and teasing, the Drukhari’s pale, toned, and hairless buttocks.
Growling in want, Ehren then shook his head, “Wait…”
Slapping Aelyn’s ass Ehren ordered, “Lube it up Aelyn.”
The Drukhari moaned and shivered to hear his name and quickly turned around on all fours before approaching Ehren’s erect penis. Without hesitation he lowed and began sucking, moaning loudly, and gagging himself as he quickly spat and licked all over, thoroughly teasing and lubricating the Mon’keigh’s cock.
All the while he thought mindlessly, swearing, ‘That’s going in, that is going inside me! Oh, oh I, I’m going to cum so hard… this… this is amazing, I never… Is this what the slaves feel?! This is amazing, I’m just, just being used!’
Moaning submissively Aelyn finally came up and off Ehren’s cock with a wide, erotic, smile. Ehren chuckled and nodded as he pointed for Aelyn to turn back around,
“Good job… Now, get ready…”
Aelyn moaned and all but wiggled his hips as he lowered and offered himself to Ehren. The Mon’keigh in response shuddered and let out an approving moan,
“Oh fuck… that looks good. Fuck…”
Then with a growl, Ehren grabbed hold of Aelyn’s hip with one hand and directed his cock with the other. Pushing and teasing his wet glans against Aelyn’s puckered anus, the Drukhari moaned and shivered in expectation as he waited.
In a single thrust, Ehren penetrated and forced the head of his cock inside. Aelyn’s eyes nearly crossed and he arched his head back as he moaned loudly. Nadia was watching on and shaking her head, touching herself and moaning,
“I can’t believe it… holy shit…”
Aelyn nodded and grit his teeth in pain and pleasure as Ehren slowly began forcing more inside.
“Oh, I was right, fuck he’s tight!”
Aelyn moaned in response and drooled while mumbling nonsense, “Gah! Ahh, n-neyugh, oh, oh!”
Ehren laughed and moved both hands to hold Aelyn in place as he began to pick up a rhythm. As he did, Aelyn began shaking, reaching out his arms desperately as he lowered to the floor and mewled. Ehren teased, asking between breaths,
“How’s that? Huh? I know you, c-can talk, so… L-let’s hear you talk, huh?”
Aelyn mumbled and Ehren slapped his hand to his ass. The sudden hit made Aelyn clench and tighten around the member, and then he moaned even harder as his back arched.
“AH! Oh, ah, n-nah!”
Ehren pulled back and reangled himself, huffing and breathing shallowly as he began to speed up, continuing to slap Aelyn’s ass until he got what he wanted,
“Come on Xeno. Aelyn, we know you can talk…”
Finally, after biting his lip and struggling to resist as long as he could, Aelyn began moaning and let out a stuttering, high-pitched, voice,
“W-wha-what do you wa-want me to s-say?”
Ehren laughed mockingly and reached a hand around to grab hold of Aelyn’s cock. This made him tense and moan sharply again.
“There we go, I knew you could do it…”
Aelyn shivered and his hips moved on their own, bucking and desperately gyrating back and forth against Ehren’s body, and into his hand. Leaning down and towards Aelyn’s ear, Ehren moaned and grunted,
“I want you to say how much you like Human cock.”
Aelyn bit his tongue and shook his head in a sudden burst of defiance, growling,
“W-what? No! Never! You Mon’keigh are all s-scum I… I… ahh! Ohh!”
Thrusting harder and pushing himself deeper, Ehren’s throbbing cock stretched and began rubbing up and down against Aelyn’s prostate. The sensation, coupled with Ehren jerking Aelyn off, made the Drukhari moan and shriek.
“Kyy-ahh! Ahck, oh, oh ahh!”
Then Ehren grunted and asked,
“Whose cock is in you right now?”
Aelyn moaned and his eyes fluttered as he struggled to get a breath. Squeezing his cock and thrusting harder Ehren moaned and licked the long tip of the Drukhari’s ear.
“Who’s fucking you right now?”
Aelyn shivered and his voice finally came out as Nadia and Kaleb watched on, transfixed.
“Y-you are… Ah, uh, uh fa-f-negh…”
Ehren moaned and sucked on the edge of Aelyn’s ear, making his eyes cross and his body collapse to the floor.
“Ah! Y-you are! You, y-you’re f-fucking m-me!”
Ehren nodded and let go of the ear before continuing boastfully,
“That’s right. A Human is fucking your tight little Xeno ass right now, isn’t he?”
Aelyn was drooling and his whole body was aching, there wasn’t a trace of pain or fatigue in him now, and all he wanted was to prolong the pleasure as much as possible. His cock twitched, throbbed, and leaked in Ehren’s firm grip, and below, his balls tightened, begging for relief. His ass squeezed around the cock thrusting inside of him, and his prostate pulsed for more attention.
In defeat, and in undeniable pleasure, Aelyn nodded and weakly responded,
“A… a Human is… is f-fucking me…”
Ehren shuddered and his breath came out sharply,
“H-how do you like it? Hmm, getting fucked, being on your knees, pleasing Humans, huh?”
Aelyn moaned sharply and twitched, he could feel and hear his sweat and Ehren’s sticking together. His body burned, and he gave himself to the moment completely,
“I, l-love it, I… Ahh! N-nah, oh, n-nyeh! Oh, oh, oh!”
Ehren began thrusting and jerking as hard as he could in victory, as soon as he heard Aelyn admit it. Grunting animalistically and shutting his eyes, Ehren thrust harder and harder, pushing deeper and claiming the Drukhari until he finally hilted and released inside him.
Practically screaming in mindless pleasure, Aelyn moaned and raked his fingers across the ground, squirming and shaking in Ehren’s embrace as he was finally forced to orgasm. Shooting his hot load of cum onto the floor, Aelyn collapsed onto the ground as Ehren panted and stiffened.
Eventually he pulled back and out of Aelyn with a moan and fell to the ground, sitting and catching his breath. Panting and reaching out his hand blindly, Aelyn shivered and mewled, his eyes fluttering as the three Humans looked down at him.
Nadia slowly reached for a canteen and drank at it greedily, after letting out a shallow breath she gulped and asked aloud,
“So… Should we share him with the rest of the squad?”
Ehren and Kaleb slowly looked away from the spent Drukhari and towards their corporal.
…
Aelyn could barely think, all he felt was hands and pleasure. Fingers and palms rubbed and teased his skin as he moaned wantonly and felt thrust after thrust. Lying on a table on his back he’d lost track of how many times he’d been used by the Mon’keigh, or of how many times he’d climaxed.
Was it, three? Four? He wasn’t able to remember.
All he knew was that it felt good. It was intoxicating, the smells, the tastes, the sounds. His mind and body swam in a sea of sensations both new and familiar and he had practically become limp in the arms of his captors.
Only after the last sputtering thrusts of the final Mon’keigh did Aelyn realise that the impromptu orgy had left all of his enemies-turned sex-partners exhausted and in varying stages of undress, dishevelment, and repose.
Coughing and looking around the room, he saw Corporal Nadia collapsed on the couch, his white seed splattered across her tanned belly. Ehren was passed out in a chair, Kaleb was drinking slowly from his canteen, and two other, nameless Mon’keigh were lying on the floor, catching their breaths with their hands over their faces.
The last Mon’keigh, coincidentally the one he was going to kill first, Gaius had just finished inside of Aelyn and pulled out to lean his elbows against the table. Aching and straining to try and move Aelyn’s mind began to think of escape…
‘This… I could get away. Gr-grab my suit, and just… go for the web-way portal… I, I think I remember wh-where it… is.’
Moving his head languidly, Aelyn tried to roll off the table and winced, moaning sharply as his body seemed to reply; ‘No, you’re not going anywhere.’
Trying again he strained and felt all his pulled muscles twinge and tighten in pain. Then he groaned and cringed loudly,
“Gah! Ah, ah! Ugh…”
His body was sore, his throat, his hands, arms, ass, cock… Every square inch of his body was spent and drained. Then he mewled in desperation, no longer able to control or mitigate his emotions,
“N-no, I… I have to move… I have to move…”
Nadia stirred and looked over at Aelyn pathetically trying to recover. Then she groaned and forced herself to stand. She was naked now except for her socks, which somehow, despite everything that happened, remained on her feet.
Walking towards the table she stared down at Aelyn and he wondered,
‘W-wait… if they’ve used me, does that mean…’
His eyes widened and fear began to creep over his features. Watching on and meeting his eyes, Nadia stood mutely for several tense seconds. Aelyn held his breath and blinked, waiting. His life was in her hands… again.
Stirring and standing with a grunt, one of the nameless Mon’keigh chuckled and stepped beside Nadia. Nodding to her his voice came out tauntingly as he looked towards Aelyn,
“Want me to get on the vox, Corporal?”
Nadia wordlessly shook her head and the male Mon’keigh furrowed his brow,
“What? Why not, we caught him?”
Nadia turned towards him and let out a dry scoff before lowering her voice,
“What do you think our Lieutenant would think about this? Let alone command! Fuck… What if…”
Nadia blinked before tensing and stiffening, calming herself and continuing,
“If we take him in, and the Inquisitors start beating him, don’t you think he’ll talk about this? Hmm? If the Xeno lets this slip we’re going to be flogged, beaten. Hell… We could get hanged for this as xenophiles.”
Aelyn watched on as the nameless Mon’keigh’s expression shifted and he cooled. Then he cleared his throat and nodded quietly,
“Right. O-of course Corporal.”
Nadia nodded slowly and exhaled as her subordinate stood down, he turned and began redressing nervously. Then she turned back towards Aelyn and they exchanged glances. After a few seconds Nadia grunted,
“Fourth squad. Get up, collect your kits. We’re leaving.”
Aelyn blinked and finally took a breath as the squad of Mon’keigh all groaned and began moving, swearing, stretching, and grumbling to one another. Turning away from Aelyn Nadia continued,
“Yeah, yeah, can it! All of you, get your shit together, dress. We’re pulling out of here.”
Then she planted her hands on her hips and looked at her men,
“Now this is important so listen up. I’ll get on the vox and tell ‘em how we never found the Xeno in our sector.”
The men began standing as Nadia moved towards their communication pack. Then she looked around at them with a raised eyebrow,
“Right? None of us saw it, no matter where or how hard we looked?”
The men mumbled tensely and then began agreeing as they all thought about it. Aelyn blinked and let out a heavy breath before slumping backwards onto the table. Listening to the Mon’keigh dress, collect their equipment and weapons, they began leaving the sweaty, sex-den one after the other, and Aelyn reluctantly allowed himself to relax.
With her pants back on, Nadia pulled her white undershirt down over her muscled and sweaty body. Walking to the edge of the table she slapped Aelyn’s chest and grunted,
“Hey, Xeno… Aelyn?”
He slowly nodded.
“My squad, and the others are towards the East. Do you understand?”
He blinked and struggled to remember the translation of the word.
“I can give you probably an hour, tops, to clear out of here.”
Aelyn nodded again and Nadia slapped his arm,
“I need you to respond to me so I know you understand.”
Aelyn shivered indignantly and parted his lips, “I… I understand.”
Nadia blinked and swallowed, then her expression changed, almost disappointed,
“When you leave here and go back to wherever the fuck you came from, stay there.”
Aelyn nodded and blinked weakly.
“If you ever come here again, this isn’t going to happen a second time. Got it?”
“G-got it…”
Nadia pursed her lips and pulled backwards, “Okay.”
Then she reached for her canteen and opened it. Taking a swig, she then put it down on the table beside him and smirked,
“Here’s a little keepsake for you.”
Aelyn swallowed and looked at the green, pla-steel bottle.
Grabbing her rigging, shirt, rifle, and helmet, Nadia was about to leave when she leant back towards him and gave his balls a flick. Aelyn twitched in pain as he let out a low surprised groan.
Then Nadia laughed and shook her head,
“I won’t lie though; this was a lot of fun.”
Grumbling and watching her, he couldn’t help but smirk in agreement. Then she slung her rifle and carried the rest of her equipment as she nodded, whispering his name to herself with a chuckle,
“Aelyn.”
Shaking her head, she exited the building to re-join her squad and Aelyn was finally alone. With a long breath of relief, he shuddered and looked at the ceiling.
“I can’t let anyone know about this…”
…
When he could move, Aelyn downed the bottle of water and dressed as fast as he could. Leaving the building with a distinct wobble to his walk, Aelyn stuck to the shadows of the city as much as he could and he did his best to remember where he and the raiders had originally appeared.
He knew their web-way beacon was hidden outside the city and he hoped that with a little bit of luck he’d find it before nightfall. Biting his lip and walking awkwardly, he kept his helmet off and in his hands until he was outside the Mon’keigh city and sure that he was moving in the direction of the Drukhari beacon.
Shivering with sensitivity Aelyn began tallying a list of things he was going to do when he got home, and trying as hard as he could to focus.
“I am never… going on a raid like that again…”
Shaking his head, he mumbled and pictured all the nude, aroused Mon’keigh, practically fighting to top him next.
“N-never…”
His throat dried and he let out a reluctant moan,
“I… I really can’t let anyone know about this…”
Blinking and swallowing he pursed his lips and kept moving. Then he looked at the canteen in his hand. Stopping for a moment he considered the ‘keep-sake’ and then shook his head.
…
C’est fini