New Horizons: Chapter 9

“How was it?” Gray pestered us the moment we were back on the ship, even as my steps felt heavy. It had been a simple drop—that’s why I’d gone. Yet everything was somehow different.

“Tell you later, ksiva.” Lovath’s swagger was unchanged from when we left, and I understood even better why he wanted to keep Gray from getting involved in business outside the ship. “I have to make sure Tal knows we’re ready to get moving.”

As Lovath took off towards the flight deck, Gray’s inquisitive gaze turned to Kryn and me. “It wasn’t…it wasn’t eventful.” I scrubbed a hand over my fuzzy jaw and decided to elaborate a little more. “There was a nu’jaro with a human slave. Couldn’t do anything about it.”

Gray’s nose scrunched up, lips twisting in a frown. “Oh. It’s like that out there. Sometimes there’s a lot of them when we spend our free time on unregulated stations. We can’t save the whole world, you know?”

Maybe Gray actually was better equipped for life out here than me. I was still picturing that woman in my head, wondering what life awaited her, and Gray had already accepted it and moved on. That bitter anger rose once again that Lovath had turned Gray into something I didn’t really recognize anymore, and I was alone in all this.

There were people out there. People who had nothing to look forward to but pain and suffering and I was spending my time dallying around on a pirate ship with aliens who looked the other way. Wasn’t that just as bad as smuggling humans themselves? If we could just watch as other humans were owned and harmed?

“Right, sure.” It was all I could manage to say as my muscles tensed with the need to take out my rage on something, anything. None of this was fucking fair, and I wanted a life back where aliens were just a kooky thing my sister and Gray believed in. A life on Earth where I was ignorant of the world beyond.

I stormed down the hall past a bewildered Gray, on to the medical bay that also served as a gym. If I was going to be angry, I needed to channel it somewhere, and pumping iron was my outlet. Had been for a long time. By the time I reached the exercise equipment my teeth were grinding in my skull so hard it hurt and I was seething with choler.

Blinded by the intensity of it, I didn’t even know what to do. My hands clenched and unclenched, aching with the need to make contact with skin, to just fight something, someone. Because I couldn’t fight the galaxy and I couldn’t fight fate and I couldn't fight the god damned fucking krexxians that put me here in space and ruined my life.

“You seem upset.” Kryn’s deep, almost monotone voice spoke, and it grated against sensitive eardrums that were already rushing with sound.

“Upset?” I whirled on him, growling through gritted teeth. “Everything is fucking wrong here! I just watched a human slave walk away and I did nothing! I don’t belong here. Fuck!” My fist slammed into the metal wall, and I cursed again at the pain the ricocheted up my arm, but it was what I needed. To do something I could control, to feel the pain that would ground me back to reality.

“If you want a fight, I can give you one.” That cool tone of Kryn’s didn’t match the words he was saying.

“What?”

“Fight me if you need to hit something so badly.” It was a bad idea, but bad ideas were sounding better and better by the minute. Kryn with his giant body created in a test tube could all just be for show; didn’t mean all the muscle was functional, and I was just pissed enough to want to find out if that was true. I couldn’t fight the krexxians that took me, but Kryn was one of them; maybe it would feel the same.

So I stalked over to him and took a swing.

Adrenaline coursed through me as Kryn and I fought. I dodged and ducked and got a few good hits in, but the man was like a boulder. It didn’t matter, though. I was so fucking angry at being in space, being on this ship, watching Gray crawl all over an alien like he didn’t care that we’d never get home. Like this was better somehow when I’d just seen how bad it could be.

I used every dirty trick in the book, until I clocked Kryn good in the face. Smug euphoria coursed through my veins because the krexxian wasn’t better than me. A cut under one of his secondary eyes bled that I left, and he touched it in disbelief. Fucking krexxian just like all the others who thought humans were nothing more than—

In one swift movement, Kryn got me turned around and he slammed me forwards onto the metal operating table. Bent at the waist, the bastard had my hands pinned together at the small of my back with just one of his. Gritting my teeth, I growled in frustration as I pushed up with all my might and barely moved at all.

“I won’t fucking concede.” I snapped, moving my body in any way I could to get some leverage.

“Don’t care if you concede or not.” Kryn’s shrug rippled through my arms where they were pinned. “The fight was for you.”

With a noise of frustration I tried to escape again, and my chest even lifted off the table a little just to thunk back down with a bit of force from Kryn. Fuck him. Fuck the feel of his hand pinning mine together on my back, fuck him for being stronger than me, and fuck the feel of his fucking hips against my ass.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

In this position, I was woefully exposed, and Kryn’s hips were inadvertently pressed tight against me. A bolt of arousal shot through me, which was ridiculous. I didn’t bottom. It was natural for adrenaline and rage to make you horny, right? That’s all it was. Adrenaline.

“If I let you go, are you going to keep hitting me? It seemed like you needed the release, but I would rather be done with it now.” His unnaturally deep voice was very calm, almost soothing. All my ire flared back up at that. Had he let me punch him in the face just so I would fucking feel better?

“You’d actually let me go if I asked? I thought you were enjoying your dick on my ass too much.” I snarled, giving another solid attempt at lifting off the table.

Kryn froze, his fingers still tight around my wrists. I’d just been grasping at straws because I hadn’t felt Kryn’s dick at all despite the proximity. That wasn’t so true anymore. His stiffening cock was pressed against my backside now, and when I squirmed I only felt it more clearly.

My own cock was hard too in the confines of my clothing. Fucking traitor. Adrenaline, I told myself. My heart rate was up, I’d been fighting, and I was angry. So god dammed angry all the time. “You gonna do what all the other krexxians do, Kryn?” My voice was tight, and the erection against my ass was downright gigantic. I was shit talking, sure, but I didn’t want whatever baseball bat he had to be inside me. I’d never wanted anything inside me.

“What do all krexxians do, Derrick?”

Fuck, the way he said my name made a shiver travel through my body. My own cock ached so I gritted my teeth and willed it to go down.

It didn’t.

“They take and take and take from humans like they’re fucking objects. What we want doesn’t matter to them and it doesn’t matter to you.”

“Do you want me to let you go?”

The question was simple. Of course I did. Of course I wanted Kryn's big body to be far away from mine, to not feel his monster cock against me, to not have his ridiculously muscled body close to mine. Those muscles that were every bit as functional as they were nice to looks at. I hated him and every other alien with every fiber of my being.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Except I knew. I hadn’t said any of those thoughts out loud so Kryn was still waiting for an answer. Did I want him to let me go? And if he didn’t, then what? He couldn’t fuck me right there on the table with no lube. Maybe he had some medical stuff around and…

And I didn’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I’d never let any man fuck me and it was just because of adrenaline and the vulnerable position I was in that the thought kept crossing my mind. At my continued silence, Kryn rolled his hips against my ass, and a strangled moan escaped my mouth.

Kryn bent over so his chest brushed my back, and his voice was low in my ear, “Tell me to stop, Derrick.” And when he ground against me again I made a pathetically wanton sound.

“I hate you.” I gritted out.

“I’m not hearing stop.” With his free hand, Kryn slid my pants and underwear down enough to bare my ass, and the cold air made me shiver. This was where I stopped him right? Where I told him how disgusting I found him, how vile his hands felt on my skin, how I never wanted anything krexxian to touch me again? Those words bubbled up in my throat but didn’t come out.

Kryn would stop if I said so, I was certain of that. He wasn’t exactly like every other krexxian I’d known. The three times he’d already asked if I wanted to stop were a testament to that. And he’d taught me how to use a phaser, vouched for me to be included in the drop.

I shifted underneath him. “I don’t bottom.” Even I knew I was stalling, not saying no outright.

“You say that as if I intend to drek you.” His response was simple yet infuriating. He spoke with his alien words and acted like I was the one making an unreasonable assumption when my ass was bare and I could feel his monstrous dick pressing against me through the fabric of his pants.

“At least use fucking human words if you’re not going to let me go.” I spat, unable to conjure any other retort. He hadn’t let me go because I hadn’t asked him to. We both knew that.

So I should’ve been prepared when he leaned in and murmured, “Do you want me to fuck you, Derrick?”

All the breath left my lungs and I made a distressed sort of sound. My arms were starting to ache at the angle they were being held and I was losing circulation in my wrists. Despite what should have been uncomfortable, all I could focus on was the sound of Kryn shuffling around his clothing.

Was he taking his pants off? Baring what felt like a weapon of a dick to the cold air not an inch from my ass? The thought was not a turn on at all. The only reason my cock was a steel rod between my legs was because of the adrenaline still heightening my senses, the anger still boiling under my skin.

“I want…” I rasped. Why wasn’t I telling him to let me go? I made a frustrated sound through clenched teeth and I flexed every muscle I had to try and twist out of his grip, but once again just a little push had my chest resting firmly on the cold metal table.

He ran one, slick—from what? Who the fuck knew—finger in between my cheeks, pressing lightly on my hole. “I need a yes.” Kryn purred, and my dick jerked so hard it smacked the underside of the table.

“O…kay.” I gasped, against my better judgment, but it was enough. Kryn’s large finger pushed inside me, and it was so strange and erotic all at once. Nothing like what I’d been through at the hands of his krexxian kin. I wriggled underneath him on the table, not certain if I wanted it to stop or continue. Then he pulled his finger out and slid back in. I groaned involuntarily, pushing back onto his finger as he fucked me with it.

When his second finger stretched me open I moaned at how good it felt. Those two, thick fingers already made me feel so full, and anxiety began to grow as I remembered how big Kryn's dick had seemed. Those thoughts wouldn’t come together into words as he thrust his fingers in and out, only embarrassing little sounds leaving my mouth.

My entire body lifted off the table, jerking as his fingers pressed something deep inside. My prostate? I didn’t even have time to question it before his fingers dragged over it again and pleasure shot through me. Fuck, fuck, my cock was so hard it ached, a steel rod between my legs that no one had the extra fucking hands to touch.

His fingers fucked me in earnest, every drag against my prostate sending sparks skittering across my skin. Horrifyingly wanton sounds escaped my mouth as I tried to find the words to tell him I couldn’t handle more than he was already doing.

It didn’t matter anyway. Pleasure built to overflowing, overwhelming, my cock painfully desperate for touch. Turned out I didn’t need it. Everything crested over a peak and I groaned into the table as my sac drew up tight and I came. My whole body tensed up and shuddered, racked with aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

And Kryn hadn’t even touched my dick.

My arms were stiff when Kryn released my wrists from his grip and they flopped to the cold table beside me, useless. Dazed thoughts scattered through my head as he righted my clothing. Why had I let him do that? Did he expect reciprocation? I had let and alien touch me in a way no human ever had and—

A hacking cough rose in my throat and I began to cough uncontrollably as I got my aching arms underneath me to push up. Bent over the table, but no longer flat against it, I hacked until my lungs spiked in pain and I could barely breath.

Kryn’s hand was meant to be a soothing presence on my back but I didn’t want him to touch me anymore. Jerking away, I got my coughing under control and stood straight on jello legs. No way I could move yet without making a total fool of myself.

The muscles of Kryn’s brows were drawn together in concern as he said, “Derrick, that sounds horrible. Let me scan your lungs, I can—”

“No.” I snapped, withdrawing into myself. “I don’t need any more aliens touching me or studying me or fucking scanning me. I’ll be fine.” It took all my willpower to find enough strength in my legs to walk out of the med bay without simply falling over, and I headed straight to my quarters to collapse there instead.

The feeling of Kryn’s fingers in my ass burned my face with humiliation as I let it all sink in. I hated him. I hated him and every godforsaken alien in space that had taken me from my home and taken Gray away from me. What had happened didn’t change any of that.

It was adrenaline fueled by rage, nothing more.