Alitus
Tales of theChosen
Kayelle Allen
Published 2007
ISBN 1-59578-323-7
Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing,10509 Sedgegrass Dr,Indianapolis ,Indiana46235 . Copyright © 2007,Kayelle Allen . All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Author’s Note
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Dedication
As always, I want to thank my critique group, para-rom-crit-3 for their assistance and advice. I could not do this without them. To my son Jamin, who designed the Chanoyu, to Stephie, who helped me devise some wonderful cruelties for Pietas to be guilty of, and to my husband Ed who loves me and supports me more than anyone else in the world. Thank you, Icia Teoh! You know who you really are. This book owes a debt to Ms Anne Cain, whose art inspired the epilogue. Visit my website for a peek into the world of Yutai Art, http://www.kayelleallen.com/yutaiart.html
Prologue
Tarthian Empire, Tarth,TarthCity
Kelthian District
Birit 82, 4664 Tradestandard date
Alitus Vivaldi checked the drape of his conservative grey coat in the mirrored elevator doors. The fake beard still itched, despite the skin-protectant he’d worn under it. He tucked his hands into his pockets to keep from scratching. The right shoe had a thick lift inside. Not so much that he was off-balance, but enough to make him walk with a noticeable limp when he exited the elevator. A simple security vid wouldn’t reveal his true identity.
At Janitt and TJ’s apartment entrance, he knocked and waited for one of the human females to answer. Janitt opened the door.
He smiled and offered his hand, releasing a small amount of his pheromones to ensure her cooperation. Her lashes fluttered, a sign she was coming under his influence.
“Oh, Dr. Malenkoff. Please, come in.” Janitt held his hand as she turned and called to her sister, “It’s Khyff’s doctor. Come out here.”
The touch of her bare hand against his allowed him to pass more pheromones through her skin. Simpler than lulling a child to sleep.So much the better. I’ll be in and out.
TJ entered from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “Hi, doctor!” She also shook his hand, clasping both of hers around it. “I’m glad to see you. How’s Khyff?”
“He’s doing well. I won’t stay but a moment.” Alitus put a smile into his words. “I promised I’d bring a donation for your literacy group in thanks for your help.” He handed the young literacy coach a debit bit for her bracelet. “You do both recall what you promised?”
“Oh, sure we do, don’t we Janitt?” TJ nudged her sister.
“We never let Khyff know that he only slept here. So he’ll think he overcame his…” She glanced at TJ. “—problem. You’re sure it worked?” She tilted her head. “He’s able to perform again?”
Not only had their cooperation enabled Alitus to manipulate his quarry, Khyff Antonello had no idea he’d been duped. An undercover operation that had nearly backfired had been smoothed over with Khyff’s help. Not that Khyff would have cooperated willingly, of course. The man would not appreciate knowing he’d been used. Alitus banished the niggling trace of guilt. Number one, the empire’s needs came first. Number two, after tonight, Khyff would never find out.
“From what he says, he’s back to perfect.” Alitus set his open hand on TJ’s bare arm, took Janitt’s hand in his and released a higher concentration of pheromones. Their eyes dilated from such rapid exposure. “The night Khyff thinks he spent here with the two of you gave him back his confidence. It was all he lacked.” He used his pheromones to offer an additional push of acceptance. “You both made a huge impact on his life. But he must never know you pretended, or it may destroy that confidence.”And make him want to kill me.
The sisters nodded in agreement. Both were pretty, with quite kissable mouths.
“It’s best…” He leaned a bit closer and lowered his voice. “…if you never mention this to anyone.”
They continued to nod, still completely under his command.
“You will forget that you know me. This donation was anonymous and you are grateful for it, but will not look into the background of the donor.” He rubbed his hands across their skin. Not in his original plan, but Alitus added, “You’ll sleep well tonight and wake refreshed in the morning.”
TJ yawned. Janitt rubbed her eyes.
“Good night, ladies. I’ll show myself out.”
In the elevator, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. Khyff Antonello’s healing had been secondary to Alitus’ true motivation—removing Mehfawni Ruh from power on her homeworld of Felidae. Khyff falling in love with her had been a wonderful bonus for the human, no doubt. He genuinely liked the man. The genius of Empress Destoiya to oversee such massive manipulation … Alitus shook his head. He had only carried out her orders and researched the various aspects. Her brilliance had made it all work.
Worth the deceit, eh, my friend?Perhaps one day Khyff would forgive him for interfering in his life.
Once in his hoversine, the Empress herself helped him remove his coat and shoes. He peeled off his beard and rubbed his face. The glue had pilled like an old sweater. He did his best to remove it. The vehicle bumped slightly as it lifted into the air, then all sensation of movement ceased.
“It went well, Alitus?” Destoiya’s storm-grey eyes held a hint of amusement.
He smiled, relaxing against the seat. “It went extremely well, Majesty. They responded immediately.”
“Of course, they did, love.” She ran the back of her fingers down his face. He’d had his beard permanently removed a year before. Ever since, she couldn’t keep her hands off his skin. Any time they were alone she was all over him like a lioness in heat. “You’re a master.”
“Thank you.” He turned toward her a little more and opened his collar. “Are there any more loose ends related to Khyff?”Please let this be the last I ever have anything to do with that man.
“No. So long as Mehfawni Ruh is out of power, I don’t care what happens to him. I’ve washed my hands of Khyff Antonello and his family. They’re no longer a threat.” The empress trailed a hand along the top of Alitus’ closest thigh. “I think you should use those pheromones on me now.”
Is that jealousy in her voice?The most beautiful and powerful woman in the empire slipped her hand down the inside of his leg, firing his blood and his imagination at the same time.
“You wouldn’t want me to be jealous, would you?” Her lashes lowered.
Such a flirt she is …Alitus had seen her jealous side only once, after Khyff had been stolen out of her Stable. No matter how many of her Stable members she’d used, she’d been impossible to please in bed. For days.
“I could never do anything that would make
you jealous, Majesty. My life is yours.” His android driver could not be affected by pheromones. Alitus released them fully into the air and enjoyed the sight of Destoiya succumbing to the calming influence of the powerful chemicals.
Her eyes became glassy, unfocused. He’d already made her wet on the way over here by playing with her. A second wave and she’d orgasm the moment he touched her.
“Alitus.” She almost slurred his name. “You are more effective than the best sex enhancers in the universe.”
“You’re addicted to me, Majesty.” He stroked the back of his hand down her throat and across her plump breasts. “You love me.”
“Mmm.” Destoiya wrapped one hand in his hair and pulled him down close to her. She brushed his lips with hers. “Just like you are to me, my love.” She lay back on the seat and drew him atop her.
He never had to yield to Destoiya. She consumed him—faster than a brush fire over dry leaves.
Alitus barely had time to unfasten his pants before she wrapped her fist around his cock and squeezed. Tugging him closer, she lifted her right leg to his shoulder and urged him inside her.
He reached down and ripped aside the fragile barrier of her thong panties, then shoved hard into her. Her sheath gripped him as tightly as her fist. Slick, wet, her body wrapped him, arms tight around his neck, her mouth sucking at his.
He released a final wave of pheromones. Destoiya’s mouth opened in a sultry gasp. An orgasm rippled through her, milking him. She’d taken him twice earlier in the day. He could last now, make her come a few more times before he let go.
Laughing with the joy of seeing her release, Alitus drew her close, holding the empress while she writhed. He used his teeth to open her blouse, nudged the lapel aside with his nose and swept his tongue across her left nipple.
He worked one hand around the side to cup her breast and bring it to his mouth. Careful not to bruise, he clamped his teeth over the elongated nipple and sucked. He battered it with the tip of his tongue, flicking fast and hard until she arched toward him, forcing herself into his mouth.
“Oh, Alitus! Yes.” Eyes closed, she opened her blouse, twisting her body to bare her other breast for his taking. Alitus curled his tongue around the nipple and drew it into his mouth. With his tongue, he worshiped the texture of her nipple.
Would he ever get over the awe of doing this with her? With the empress? The queen? The ruler of the empire? No. Not if they did it ten thousand times. Having this woman, this powerful and amazing woman beneath him, lost in lust—it would never grow old. He submitted to her in everything, ordered his life to suit her purpose, yet in bed—or anywhere they made love—she offered herself to him in wanton desire. She was his.
It was him she wanted. Even when she’d taken others in her Stable, she still came to him. Him she wanted. Him who satisfied her best.
He withdrew and slid down her ribs, licking a trail to her navel. He tweaked her nipples with his fingers and thumbs, pulling and twisting roughly, the way she liked it. He licked her the way she’d taught him. Wet. Sloppy. Hard. He dug into her skin with his tongue, adding small bites and kisses, tasting her, sucking at her skin.
She clutched both hands in her hair and moaned, arching away from him. Alitus pushed up her skirt and torn white-lace panties.
Destoiya knew how much he loved her in white lace, loved to tear it off her. Any time she wore it, it was for him. He nuzzled her, inhaling her rich scent. He could taste her already.
Destoiya lifted her left leg and placed it atop the seat. With the right already hooked over his shoulder, she lay wide open beneath him. The darkened windows of the hoversine protected them, but the thought of having her so exposed while in the midst of traffic made Alitus even harder. His balls ached. Destoiya never wanted it once. It had to be again and again. The woman was a frenzied, sexual hurricane.
Her sex welcomed him, open from his earlier invasion, pink and moist. Her labia quivered. He slid two fingers inside her and felt the answering pulse of her orgasm. Alitus slid onto the floor of the hoversine so he could bend over her.
He slipped both first fingers up along the outside of her outer lips and spread them wide, revealing the throbbing bud of her clit. He rocked his hands to the side and dipped his thumbs inside her; she liked to be filled when she came.
Alitus bent to breathe across her labia and inhale her scent: a woman’s musk, clean and salty. She glistened with moisture. He pushed the tip of his tongue up along the silky exterior of her sex, lifting her clit.
“Alitus. Oh, Alitus.” Soft as a third echo, she repeated his name, her lips forming the words.
“You taste so sweet.” He spread her lips and used the widest part of his tongue to stroke from her opening all the way up to her clit.
Destoiya tossed her head. She muttered curses in another language, but her pulsing vulva proved she was far from unhappy.
“Do you want more?” He sent a warm breath across her.
“Yes! Do it!”
“Tell me what you want.” He made a tiny lick along her opening.
“Alitus!” She cursed again, half rising on one elbow. “Damn it! Don’t tease me, slave. Mouth fuck me!”
He had not been her slave for years, but he cast her a smile, his cock twitching in pleasure. “As my Conqueror wishes.” Alitus ducked his head and began to lick.
Her wetness soaked the leather seat as he licked and stroked. Her swollen lips and clit throbbed and pulsed. He’d learned when to gentle his touch to bring her off, how to flick only the tip of his tongue against her so she’d erupt.
She sobbed and bit her knuckles. “So hot. So hot.” Her legs trembled, spread wide across his shoulders and the seat of the hoversine. Destoiya withheld nothing when she made love; she opened every part of herself. “Burn me, Alitus. Burn me with your mouth.”
He kept up the fast and gentle pace, curling the tip of his tongue around her clit at the top of each stroke.
All at once she screamed hoarsely and arched off the seat—up into his mouth. He sucked her clit gently into his mouth and slid three fingers into her, rocking them in and out as she came.
Her orgasm lasted forever. He finally withdrew his mouth, but kept his fingers inside her. Returning to the seat, he guided her across his lap and onto her knees astride him. Destoiya rose to take his cock inside her and slid down hard.
Alitus tossed his head, eyes clamped shut. The scent of her sex and her feminine tang on his tongue filled his senses. He trembled with the effort of restraining an immediate climax.
“Not yet, Alitus.” Destoiya rocked up and down, side to side, squeezing his shaft inside her, pleasuring him with an unceasing rhythm. “This cock is mine.” She clenched her sex around it, making him gasp. “You may come only when I tell you.”
“Yes, Majesty. I—Oh!” He bit his lips, fighting for control.
She kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She bit his chin, nibbled her way down his throat.
“Oh, Majesty, please! I beg you.” A deep, throbbing heat rose from his balls up through his cock. “Let me—Please, oh! Can’t…”
“Yes. Now. Come for me now, Alitus. Give yourself to me.”
Head against the seat, he spread his knees wide. “Going to fill you. Fill you full.”
“Yes, Alitus. Give yourself to me. Give me everything. Let me have you. Let me take you now…”
Alitus clenched his jaw, both hands gripping her waist, pinning her down as he stroked up inside her. Up into sweet, hot paradise. With a cry, he tipped over the edge of ecstasy, into the realms of heaven.
Chapter One
Conqueror’s Palace
Office of Her Majesty Rheyn Destoiya
Sumertsag 34, 4664 Tradestandard date
The Conqueror leaned back in her chair as her blond personal assistant opened the double doors to her office. Alitus wore a black jacket that barely reached the top of his thighs, allowing a splendid view of his long legs. Black pants stretched tight at the top hung straight over
those low boots he preferred. As he turned to shut the doors behind him, she leaned a bit to one side for a better view of his hard ass.
Stop looking at him!She sat up straight in the chair.You’ve lived thousands of years. Get a grip, woman. If you can rule twenty-two planets, you can go one workday without having to fuck him. Be the Conqueror. Be Rheyn Destoiya. Ruthless. Rigid. She folded her hands on the desk as he approached. When she lifted her face, she met eyes as blue as Trien’s deepest ocean and a smile that would melt the Tyran ice caps. Her breath caught in her throat.Your addiction is in your mind. In-your-mind! You can do this. You are in control. Not his pheromones.
“Good morning, Majesty.” His voice deepened, roughened on her title.
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