Shana climbed on top of him, her naked thighs straddling his hips. James groaned, watching her large breasts bob up and down over him. He strained, reaching his hands to touch them, but he couldn’t. She lifted her hips, eyeing the angle of his cock to her pussy.
"Whoa, baby, hold on," he said. "Don’t be so hasty."
"But you’re hard. You’re ready to be fucked."
"I like my women wet, hot," he growled. "A dry passage is like fucking sandpaper."
"I am wet," she admitted, unashamed.
"I haven’t even touched you."
"I’m not letting you free." Shana frowned, her eyes narrowed.
James sighed in frustration, helplessly pulling against the binds. "Then turn around and lower yourself onto my mouth. I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet."
Her brow lifted, unsure.
"You’re in control here," he persuaded. "If you don’t like it, you can stop me. Come on, let me eat you a little. Or are you scared?"
Shana considered his words, not liking the implication that she would have fear of a tied man, and finally nodded. Besides, when would she ever have another opportunity to do such a thing as this again? Excitement hummed in her veins, much like the hours before a battle. "If you hurt me, I will cut off your penis."
"Thanks for the warning," he answered dryly.
Turning around, Shana placed her knees by his head, straddling his face. On all fours, she looked down at him, watching him carefully for what he’d do next.
James’ mouth opened and he kissed her. Shana bucked, tensing as his mouth withdrew. Her blue eyes wide, she waited for him to do it again. He did, and again she jerked with pleasure. Her hips wiggled, squirming for more. Her eyes closed. Slowly, she felt his tongue reaching into her folds, parting her wet slit.
"Ah," she moaned, completely surprised by how wonderful it felt. Just as they didn’t allow attachments formed to men, they also didn’t take other women as lovers. Not that there wasn’t some attraction to the idea, it just made for complications and was punishable with clit amputation--another of Shaman Cyrsten’s laws.
He began stroking her with his tongue, licking up her cream, delving up into her hot channel. He sucked her clit between his lips, rolling it between his teeth. Shana began to shake, rocking herself into him. A few times he moaned in protest as she smothered his face too aggressively in her pussy.
She jerked and her cheek bumped his hot erection, bringing it to attention. She knew some of the male slaves gave each other pleasure in such ways after servicing their mistresses. They weren’t supposed to, but many of the Amazons looked the other way. There were even rumors that Shaman Cyrsten enjoyed such shows at her home, making her slaves perform for her. Shana doubted the rumors, as the Shaman was so strict, but they were interesting tales to consider. Curious as to his dick’s taste, she studied it before licking the mushroomed tip. His stomach tightened and he moaned in approval. Smiling, she did it again.
"Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby doll," he growled. "Now you’re getting it. Suck me good. Take me down your throat and suck me hard, then you can drink up my tasty cum."
Shana couldn’t resist. She braced her weight. She took him into her mouth, greedily rolling her tongue along his smooth shaft as she sucked against him, liking the taste of his pre-cum as it flavored her mouth. James groaned into her. She worked her hips to his face, riding him as he fucked her with his long tongue. The stubble from his chin scratched her clit, erotically stimulating it, making blood rush to the sensitive surface.
"Fuck, you taste good." His growl was muffled by her wet pussy.
His words gave her pleasure, surprisingly so since she never cared what anyone thought of her. She loved the smell of him, as his thickness filled her mouth. She tried to take him deep, but he was just too big. Keeping her eyes open, she watched his balls tighten. She saw his sexy hips and strong thighs working to meet her mouth, as he tried to choke her with his thick length, ramming his cockhead into the back of her throat until she nearly gagged.
Then, suddenly, the hard length in her mouth jerked. She kept sucking. To her amazement, it shot out a salty sweet stream between her lips, bathing the back of her throat with his cum. Shana moaned, drinking the gift down, loving the taste of it.
James cried out, moving his mouth harder to finish her. He bit at her sensitive clit, nibbling it as she began to tremble over him. Shana let go of his cock, gasping for a surprised breath as her neck stretched forward. She strained on all fours, too afraid to move from his administrations. She’d brought herself to climax many times, but never had it felt so wet, so hard, so … oh! She climaxed hard. A torrent of her cream flooded his face and she worked her hips against him, sliding in it as her body tensed and jerked in pleasure. He kept nibbling, forcing every last quiver out of her.
Collapsing against him, breathing hard, Shana felt him moan. She was smothering him with her hips. Pulling her body forward, she slid her wet pussy from his mouth, unmindful of her ass in his face as she waited for her heartbeat to slow.
"Shit, baby doll," he growled. "I’ve never had a woman ride my face like you just did, and I’ve eaten out a lot of women."
Shana felt displeasure at his honest statement. She sat up, moving to turn around. Sitting on his chest, she frowned down at him. His chin glistened with her body’s release and she had the strangest urge to lick it off his cheeks to see how she tasted to him. If it was anything like how he tasted to her, she’d bet it’d be delicious.
"What?" he questioned, looking surprised at her frown. "You didn’t enjoy yourself?"
"How many of my kind have come to you?" Shana hid all expression from her eyes. She was breathing hard. Her body hummed with the numbing aftereffects of her release.
"Like this?" He grinned. "You’re the first."
"How many like other ways?"
"Ah, that would be none. The first three only got me hard, but not off."
Shana felt some of her jealousy leave her at the admission. Her heart began to beat again, faster. She felt possessive, conquering, like after battle when she took the field.
"Why, are more of you coming to join the party?" James teased. She didn’t get it.
"You will not speak of others to me," Shana ordered darkly. "It doesn’t bring me pleasure to hear it."
James’ hand was able to reach her calf and he stroked her lightly with the tips of his fingers. She jumped off him at the tender caress, backing away as if he’d struck her.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded, looking at his hand.
"What?" James grinned, his eyes roaming hotly over her body. "Come back here. Let’s finish this."
Shana frowned and picked up her gown. Tugging it over her head, she stated, "We are finished."
"Baby doll, wait," James called. "I want you again."
Shana began to answer, but then she saw the green pill on the floor. Crossing over, she picked it up and glared at him. "You didn’t take it."
James didn’t speak. His eyes met hers in challenge. Shana swallowed, realizing how close he’d come to impregnating her. If she’d have ignored his request to orally please her, she’d have taken his seed in her womb.
"You tried to trick me into having your child," she said.
James stiffened. A look of hurt confusion passed over her face. He still didn’t answer.
Shana became rigid, trying to march towards the door.
"Can you really blame me for not taking it?" he asked softly. "Would you have taken it in my position?"
Hesitating by the door, her arm raised, she glanced over to him. She looked his naked body over. Her hand shook and she balled it into a fist, pounding hard on the door. "I’ll never be taken prisoner. So I’ll never be in your position."
Before he could speak, the guard opened the door to let her out.
"Baby--Shana," James called behind her. She walked faster. The door shut behind her.
James frowned, watching her go. He hated to
admit it, but this woman excited him. There was something about her that just attracted him to her. To his annoyance, he realized his cock was again hard, pointing up towards the ceiling, as it waited for her attentions.
Great, he thought, just great. Bitches left me hanging again.
Here he was, strapped to a table, and he couldn’t even reach his own dick to stroke it to completion. This little scenario was getting really old. Swearing, he looked to the door. The guard leered in at him from the little window, licking her lips. He shivered. The guard was beautiful, with a small bowed mouth and big brown eyes. But James wanted Shana back. He wanted it to be Shana’s body riding his hard cock to completion.
Even though he was aroused, he frowned at the guard when she walked in. Placing her hands on her hips, the woman eyed his erection like a cat about to pounce on its prey. She was dressed like he’d seen the others, in a thong looking loincloth that showed the bottom cheeks of her ass, and a metal bra that covered just the tips of her breasts with swirling design. Licking her lips, she asked, "Did Commander Shana finish you?"
James blinked. Is sex all these women thought about? Not that it was a bad thing. Hell, it’s what most men thought about all the time--especially out in deep space for lonely months at a time. Computer simulated sex got old real quick. He imagined that a race of all women would be starved for cock.
"Yes," James answered, wondering why he did. Would Shana get into trouble if he said no? Would she be sent back to him? He almost changed his answer, but the guard took a step closer.
"Did she please you?" she asked, her voice dipping with meaning. "I see you still need attention."
"Yes, she pleased me greatly," James answered, again telling the truth. "But, I wish for her to come back and finish me. Could you get her? I wish to be Shana’s lover only."
Okay, why did he say that? So what if it was true? Hopefully, it would convince the guard to haul Shana back to him so they could finish what they’d started. At his words, the woman paled and backed away.
Just great, James thought, just a touch sarcastic. Now I’ve done it. I just insulted her. She’ll probably lob my dick off. Well, maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so badly.
"You say you wish to be Shana’s only lover," the guard repeated.
Yeah, that too, James thought. Lover only. Only lover. Who cares? Just bring her back here.
The idea of anyone else taking Shana made hot jealousy burn in his chest. He didn’t want her going to any other ‘prisoners’ until he had his fill of her. "Yes."
"How…?" she backed further away. "Did Shana tell you to say that?"
"No," James answered, really confused now.
"Did you tell her this?" the guard persisted.
"No," James repeated, frowning now. What was going on here?
"I’ll inform her of your decree," the guard answered. The door opened when she pushed a button on her wrist band. She ducked through it before it was all the way to the ceiling. The door closed once more and James was left staring behind her.
Chapter Three
Shana was in the middle of slipping her fingers over her clit when a hard, militant knock sounded on her door. She sighed, forcing the image of prisoner 564, Captain James Alexander, from her head. They might as well interrupt her. She couldn’t get the sensations to feel as good as when he did it to her with his mouth. Too bad she wasn’t flexible enough to lick herself.
Pulling on her loincloth, she strode across her home. She was considered well off, having made a good career for herself in battle. Her home had three rooms--a serviceable living room, a large bedroom, and bathroom--and adjoined the main complex, as did all but the outland farmers. There was no need for a food preparation area. Slaves brought her meals or she ate with the others. Either way, she never cooked.
Thinking it might be an early meal delivery, she was surprised to find two prison guards standing before her. Her heart raced slightly, but years of training kept the worry from her face. Had they found her out? Did they come to test her to make sure she’d taken men? Shana lifted her head, saying nothing as she waited for them to speak.
"Prisoner 564 has invoked the ancient Rite of Mairrit," the guard said.
Shana blinked, not wanting to understand them. Suddenly, James was thrust at her, his arms chained to a metal ring about his neck. The links were short, forcing his arms to stay up and crossed, keeping his wrists close to his neck. He wore a loincloth that barely covered his ass and nothing else. His restraints were handed to her.
The guards bowed, and one said, "Here you are, Commander. Good luck breeding."
They left and Shana shut the door. She turned around to glare at James.
"Hey, baby doll, miss me?" he asked, winking at her as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
Why was he grinning like that? Didn’t he know he’d just cursed her to being a mother? Now, until she conceived, he’d be stuck in her home. Surely the archaic Rite of Mairrit still wasn’t able to be invoked, was it? Eyeing the handsome specimen before her, she realized it indeed must be. Mairrit was only used in times when men were scarce and right now men were plentiful. How did he even know how to do it?
"What are you doing? Who put you up to this?" Shana asked suspiciously, backing away.
Even though he was chained, he looked intimidating. James took a step towards her. Standing, he towered over her by a foot, and she was no short woman. His broad shoulders looked even broader and he filled up her living room with his very presence. Shana swallowed, remembering the pleasure of his mouth.
"All I know is that ever since you left yesterday, I’ve thought about you," he answered. "I can still feel your lips on me, sucking, moaning."
"Don’t," she said, remembering all to well how she’d thought about him, dreamt about him. He occupied too much of her mind and that scared her. "Why do you do this?"
"What? Come on to you?" James asked. Damn, but she had the sexiest eyes!
"You know what I mean! The Rite of Mairrit! Why would you do such a thing?" Shana shook, wondering at the small pleasure that filled her to know he wanted her that much.
James shrugged, not wanting to admit that he didn’t know what exactly it was he’d done. All he knew was that no other woman had dared to touch him since he said he wanted to be Shana’s only lover. Not even as they dressed him in chains and a loincloth did they touch his cock. At any other time, he’d have been disappointed. Here he was being dressed by a three very beautiful women and all he could think about was controlling Shana of Themis.
He studied the beautiful woman before him. She was dressed like her people. The narrow top clung just to the edges of her large breasts, hiding the dark nipples from view. He’d wanted to get a hold of those nipples ever since he saw them. His dick was hard, straining to conquer the warrior woman before him. She gripped his chains in her hand, absently running her fingers into the links.
She turned around, and he watched as she led him to a back room. Boy, her ass was tight. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to push her over and plunge himself into her pussy and ass until she screamed and begged him to….
James paused, wondering what exactly he wanted from her. He wanted to command her, sure. He was her prisoner after all and didn’t take kindly to it. But there was more than that. He wanted more from her. He wanted … James frowned, not liking where his thoughts were leading him. He wanted the ultimate control over her. He wanted her to love him. She was tough, commanding. To conquer her would be a great prize to any man.
Seeing that she led him to her room, his stomach lurched. He looked around. It was nice, efficient, and clean. It looked more like a military barracks on a space ship than a woman’s home. There were no frilly decorations, no soft feminine touches. Everything was in its place.
His eyes fell to the bed, as she took his chains and hooked him to the frame. She bent over slightly as she worked and his eyes took it as an invitation to look their fill. Her muscled thighs were parted, teas
ing him with the bottom curves of her ass cheeks. It was more than any man should be forced to watch. Her body was tight, tanned, and sleek.
"I have no where else to put you," she said, absently, pulling on the chains to make sure they were secure. "I don’t keep slaves, so I’ve never bothered making comfort arrangements."
Shana started to back up when she felt his warm body close to her ass. His hard cock pressed into her cleft, burning her flesh as if there weren’t two loincloths between them. She gasped, sitting up. There wasn’t much he could do to her without the use of his arms.
"Aren’t you just a little happy to see me?" he asked, his voice hoarse. He awkwardly tried to keep his balance as he leaned forward to kiss her neck. His tongue darted out over her skin, licking her.
"I told you, I have no wish for a child," Shana said. "I’m going to find a way out of this Rite of Mairrit."
"I don’t want out of it," James murmured, still not understanding what it meant. It had brought him to her, so that was good enough for him. "I want to be here with you."
"Stop saying that!" she hissed. She began to back away, but he moved over to block her, keeping her back to him.
"How about I say what I want to do with you?" he whispered. "How about I tell you about how I’d like to fuck every hole in your body? Or how I want you to suck my cock again so I can cum all over your beautiful tits, making you bathe in it? How I want to--"
"Quiet," she commanded, moving to push past him. She stood to face him on her bed, her back to the living room door. "That is enough. You do not speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand, prisoner? To disobey means punishment."
"Are you shaking?" he asked, stepping closer, pursuing the warrior woman. The chains jerked him to a halt, keeping him from reaching her. He frowned, yanking on them to no avail.
"No." Shana stiffened, standing tall. Her chin lifted.
"You will be in about an hour," he answered, grinning wider. His green eyes narrowed with passionate intent.
"Why an hour?"
"I estimate that’s about how long it will take us to get back to my ship." His grin widened and his eyes moved over her shoulder to give a quick nod. Shana turned, instantly moving to fight. A dart hit her in the hip. She jumped, flying through the air to knock the intruder’s weapon away. The dart gun went flying. Managing to land a punch before the drug on the dart kicked in, Shana stumbled back. Chained arms caught her and before darkness took her, and she heard James say, "I’m taking this one with us."
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