The Drakans were a dying race unless they managed to turn their fertility problems around, and no Drakan would be allowed to settle with a male lover, especially not a Cirrion like himself.
Gemini moaned in her sleep, and Zorran ground his teeth. His fangs broke through his bottom lip, and he tasted his own blood as he grew harder still. Despite having come a matter of moments ago, he was fit to bursting again, and he couldn’t even seek relief in one of the pleasure slaves on board ship. Gemini was supposed to be his fuck toy, and her protection would be blown to stardust, if it wasn’t believed he was using her every night.
Heldar would claim Gem in an instant, seeking revenge for the ragged scar and permanent limp she had left him with. Zorran’s gut churned at the mere thought of what depraved acts the demented Cirrion might force onto the fragile human. At just under six foot, she was taller than most humans, but compared to the Cirrion’s height and bulk, she was tiny.
And mine.
He snarled under his breath and squashed that errant thought. Cirrion was no place for Gemini. Ornack would be able to show her the tenderness she deserved. On his planet she would be cherished for the treasure she was, not just seen as a convenient hole to fuck and be passed around.
Gemini moaned in her sleep and spread her legs as she turned over. It gave him a perfect, if brief view of her puffy, pink nether lips, still dewy from her release. She stretched across and hugged his pillow to her with a small smile. The action made his chest feel tight and breathing difficult. He should move. Standing here, watching her sleep was not helping his current state of painful arousal. Zorran turned his back on temptation, and promptly froze as her hesitant voice wrapped itself around his limbs and held him in place.
“Where are we going, Sir? Will you please tell me?”
Zorran yanked a pair of soft trousers on before he turned around to face her. They did nothing to hide his state of arousal, and her blue eyes darkened when she noticed. She licked her lips and sat up straighter. Whether by accident or design, her posture served to show off her bountiful curves for his perusal, and Zorran swore under his breath. The most delightful blush stole into her face, and this time she deliberately let her gaze wander to his crotch.
“Can I help you with that, Sir? Please let me.”
She didn’t wait for his answer, just crawled off the bed and toward him. The lopsided action made her tits swing from side to side, and Zorran could not tear his gaze from the mesmerizing sight. What harm would it do to let her suck him off just this once?
This was just sex. He wouldn’t claim her, and it sure as fuck beat jerking off in the shower.
Before he could come up with any logical conclusion, Gemini had reached him. She ran her hot little hands up his legs and fondled his sac through the clothing. Gemini kissed the jagged scar crossing the eight pack that made up his abdominals, and the room spun as all his blood rushed to his cock. He hissed through his teeth when she pulled his trousers down, grasped his thick shaft with both her hands, and then licked across the top of his dick.
Her musk increased, and in the dim light of their cabin he could see her arousal slicking the top of her thighs. It pitched his own need sky high, and he wrapped his hands in her hair and yanked her down on his cock. Her eyes widened, but like the good little fuck toy she was trained to be, she relaxed her muscles and took him in until his dick hit the back of her throat. Feeling her gag and swallow rapidly, as the first jets of his semen ejected, released the dark beast in him, and he shut his eyes and fucked her mouth in earnest.
She whimpered and sucked and curled her fingernails into his thighs, when he yanked her hands off his shaft, and buried himself in the soft wet heat of her mouth again and again. The blessed relief flowed up through his balls and along his cock, and he flooded her mouth with his hot cum.
An intense surge of power shot through him, setting his skin afire, and he knew he would be flashing through all of the colors of the rainbow. Zorran growled low in his throat and collapsed back against the wall. He relinquished his hold on Gemini’s long, silken tresses. His claws screeched along the steel wall, and his human gasped against his wet flesh. The air felt cool on his dick until her hot little tongue set to work to lick him clean, and he risked opening his eyes. The sight of her knelt in front of him, her lips swollen, and dribbles of his cum mixing in with her saliva as it ran down her chin and into the valley of her breasts, made him want to pick her up and throw her back on the bed.
The shimmering emotion in her eyes stopped him from giving in to his instincts. He pushed her away and stalked off to the shower.
“I’m taking you to your new owner.” He threw the words over his shoulder, and when there was no response other than a sharp gasp, he had to turn around to look at her.
Gemini looked lost and small huddled on the floor, and a primitive sense of ownership grabbed him as she swiped his cum off her face.
The tears clinging to her eyelashes made his voice much gruffer than he intended it to be.
“I’m pleased to see your training wasn’t wasted on you, slave. Now go and clean yourself up and then dress in the clothes I’ll have brought to you. You should fetch me a decent price.”
And may the gods of all the galaxies forgive him for his lies and for killing the fire in her eyes.
Chapter Two
She would not cry, she wouldn’t. Gemini furiously blinked the tears away and hurried to keep up with Zorran’s giant strides as he led the way through the myriad of corridors of the Cirrion’s high council’s flag ship. There had to be a reason for his distance, for his abrupt dismissal of her, and the strange clothes she now wore. The linen tunic, though of the finest material, chafed and bizarrely made her feel vulnerable. The floor-length gown pushed her boobs out thanks to a wide girdle. Zorran had laced her into it when he’d seen her struggling with it. The overcoat was richly embroidered and felt heavy.
It seemed so odd to be covered up like this, and Gem kept her head down and concentrated on not losing Zorran.
“Leaving us so soon, Zorran?”
Heldar’s deep snarl brought Gemini’s head up and bile burnt the back of her throat when she looked into the black, soulless eyes of her mother’s killer. His gaze zeroed in on the top of her exposed breasts, and Gem fought the urge to cover herself up with the voluminous sleeve of her dress.
“I have business to attend to, Heldar, so let us pass.” Zorran moved in front of her, to block her view of the other Cirrion. It shielded her from his view, and Gemini released the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. Her fingers curled into fists and she was itching to swipe the dagger off Zorran’s hip, and plunge it hilt deep into Heldar’s chest.
As though he sensed her inner turmoil, Zorran put one hand on his dagger and reached behind him with the other to pull her closer into his back. Barely suppressing a whimper, she buried her face in his back and bunched the heavy fabric of his tunic in her fists. Zorran’s muscles clenched under her cheek and his whole body went rigid. He growled low and deep, and Heldar laughed.
“You’re far too possessive over your toy, Zorran. You should leave her here. A woman will only distract you on your mission. I’ll be only too glad to—”
Zorran moved so fast that it left Gemini reeling. One minute she was holding onto his tense body, the next there was a sickening crunch and Heldar howled in pain.
“What the fuck?”
Blood hit the walls, and Zorran punched the younger Cirrion again. The force of it made Heldar stumble back, and the world tilted as Zorran flung her over his shoulder and stalked off.
Gemini pushed herself up slightly against his back, and her lips twitched at the sight of a battered and bleeding Heldar, until his black gaze connected with hers. Lust, and hate so intense she could scarcely breathe, winded her with the force of his emotions, made so much stronger due to the fact that Cirrions never showed their emotions. Gemini swallowed nervously and let the curtain of her hair hide her face from view.
By the time
Zorran stopped, and the doors to the escape pods slid open, blood rushed in her ears and she felt quite faint. Soft fabric hit her legs, as he swung her down on one of the seats in the tiny space ship’s cabin, and pulled her belt tight around her.
“This ride will get rough, so hold on, girl.”
“Where are we going?” He turned back round at her whispered question and brushed the hair off her face. His fingertips whispered across her face in a touch so gentle she could almost believe it to be a figment of her imagination.
“Just hold on, and don’t distract me. I expect you to be quiet.”
He ran his thumb over her lips, and acting on instinct, driven by her desire for this man, she opened up and sucked on the digit. A groan escaped her demon warrior and he dug his fingers into her chin with enough force to leave bruises.
“Enough.” One word uttered in a whip like command, and the connection was lost.
The ship lurched as he started the engine and hit the thrusters, and Gemini screwed her eyes shut as they approached the hangar doors at dizzying speed.
They would crash, and she would die a bloody virgin. Who had she pissed off so much in a previous life to doom her to this death? Instead of crashing, however, the ship lurched sideways and Gemini screamed and wrenched her eyes open just in time to see the small craft do a vertical dive through the barely open hangar doors. Space surrounded them, and Gemini swallowed hard to keep down her breakfast when Zorran tumbled the craft several times before he righted it and hit full speed. The force of the movement pinned Gemini in her seat, and she gulped for air as the pressure squashed her lungs.
Dimly aware of Zorran’s loud curses, the world went black. When she came back round, the cabin was quiet, the pressure normal, and it was only the stars whizzing by at dizzying speed that confirmed they were still flying through space to god only knew where.
“Here, drink this.”
Zorran’s large hand on her nape lifted her head, and she sipped the cool liquid he held up to her lips greedily.
“Slowly, girl, I don’t want you to redecorate my ship.” There was a hint of amusement in those deep tones, but the harsh angles of his face and the way his scar stood out against his greyish blue skin told her something else. A warm glow spread through her at the thought that her big hulk of a Cirrion had been worried about her. He would never admit to it, of course, but Gem knew him well enough by now, to judge his moods by the color of his skin.
His black-eyed gaze ran over her limp form, and her breathing sped up when it rested for several heart-stopping moments on her breasts.
Her boobs grew heavy and her nipples did their usual beg-for-attention act whenever he was near, and the hold on her neck tightened. He slowly ran his gaze back up to her face, and she held her breath as he simply looked at her. His harsh grip on her nape gentled, and the callused fingertips massaged her scalp, as his skin color changed again to the deep tan that she was becoming to recognize as his aroused state.
She shook her head when he lifted the cup to her lips again and he sat back on his haunches. Gemini blinked when she noticed that he had been kneeling on the floor in front of her chair, and her heart gave several bumps of happiness. She really ought not to read too much into this, but her hormones weren’t listening.
“Where are you taking me, Sir?” she asked and his skin changed to red, warning her of his displeasure at her question.
He got up, and a shiver of unease went down her spine at the way he towered over her.
“I told you already. I’m taking you to your new owner.”
He ran a hand through his long hair and she didn’t miss the way his free hand fisted against his thigh. She also noticed that he’d changed. The leggings clung to his muscular thighs, and ended in knee high boots. The tunic he wore seemed of similar material to hers and an intricately carved belt hung low on his hips. A broadsword hung off it, and Gemini’s eyes widened as the implications sunk in.
“You’re taking me to Drakan?” The question came out more like a high-pitched shriek and Zorran winced.
“If you’ve already figured it out, then why hurt my ears by screaming about it?” he asked. His full lips kicked up into the semblance of a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, when she sat up straighter and glared up at him.
“Because you’re insane, maybe?” She spoke without thinking and clamped her hand over her mouth in horror. This time Zorran not only smiled, he laughed. A big, deep, belly laugh that shook the ground under her bare feet, and sent trembles of need straight to her clit. Gemini couldn’t even recall the last time she’d heard him laugh like that. No, actually she could. It had been shortly after her arrival on Cirrion when she’d thrown a vase at his head. She couldn’t recall why she’d done that, but she did remember the horrified expressions of his servants and his laugh. It had made him seem less of the monster she’d been brought up to believe the Cirrions were, and somehow more approachable.
The memory gave her the courage to carry on speaking, and voice what was on her heart.
“I don’t want a new owner. I just want you.” That whispered statement stopped his amusement, and the heat in his gaze took her breath away. He leaned forward and rested his hands either side of her head on the back of her chair, until he was so close their noses almost touched. This close, his earthy, natural scent enveloped her, and she bridged the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. His growl in answer trembled through her, and his fangs ran out. He pulled back to study her, and time stood still as his forked tongue traced the contours of her lips. The slightly rough texture tickled, and Gemini closed her eyes and opened up to him. One of his hands fisted in her hair and tilted her head to give him better access as he deepened the kiss. The other grasped her wrists and stopped her from touching him.
Zorran took his time, as he explored every crevice of her mouth with breathtaking thoroughness until she felt utterly branded by this man, and so turned on that the slightest pressure against her clit would send her tumbling over the edge.
“Please…please.” She whimpered and tried to kiss him back when he finally broke away from her, but he had an iron hold on her that meant she couldn’t move an inch.
Far from being pleased at her admission his expression chilled her soul.
“Be careful what you wish for, girl.” His smile was pure evil, and she tensed when he grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up, until her pussy was exposed to him. He cupped her wet folds roughly and allowed his claws to dig into her groin. Gemini flinched, and he pushed one finger into her pussy hole. Despite his roughness or maybe because of it, her body responded with a gush of liquid to aid his questing digit and heat climbed into her cheeks. Zorran swore and his touch gentled. Her hips bucked upward and she ground herself against his hand. So close, she was so damn close. And she was clearly a complete hussy that she was still this turned on.
Zorran inserted another finger and thrust in as far as her maidenhead would allow. When he settled his thumb on her clit, Gemini splintered and screamed her release, as the waves of bliss pulled her under. He kept pressure on her clit. Dimly aware of his fangs scraping against her bare neck, as his hot breath puffed along her sweat slicked skin, her body shook with little tremors.
When she opened her eyes again, it was to see him lick his fingers clean with the oddest expression on his face. It was disgust mixed in with longing and unmistakable anger. His skin flashed from tanned to red and back again, until it finally settled on a golden sheen that would have done any Drakan proud. He clicked the amulet worn around his neck and two little black horns appeared on his head. Gemini knew it had to be a holographic projection, but nonetheless her arousal fled, and she hastily pulled her dress back down.
“I don’t believe you.” She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from bursting into tears. “Why can’t I stay with you? I don’t want to go to Drakan, and if they find out who you really are, then you’ll be killed and where does that leave me? Breeding stock for some Drakan.”
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br /> “They’ll only find out, if you don’t pull your act together, girl, and give me some credit. Better to be breeding stock, as you put it, than to be another Cirrion’s sex toy. I’m in favor at the moment. That does not mean the council will not rescind that and give you to someone like Heldar.”
He smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath.
“I know, you’d find a way to kill him, or cut off his balls, at least, but either way it wouldn’t end well for you. I didn’t save you all those years ago to have you find a gruesome end now, and besides you love kids. I’ve seen you with the cook’s little boy.” His harsh expression softened somewhat and the ghost of a smile kicked up his lips. “You’ll get away with spoiling your kids like that on Drakan.”
“Showing a small child affection is hardly spoiling him.” She glared at him, not wanting to acknowledge the truth behind his words, or how much her heart beat faster at the thought of having a child of her own. Only in her mind’s eye, her son was the spitting image of her battle-scarred Cirrion. “And besides, you falling out of favor with the council is about as likely as Cirrion and Drakan signing a peace treaty. You’re their best damn warrior, and I’ve lost count how many Drakans you’ve killed, and worlds you’ve conquered, so don’t give me that bull.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Someone has been listening at doors it seems.”
She snorted in disgust at that comment.
“Hardly. You lot talk as though I’m not there. I’ve picked up enough Cirrion to get by if I have to. When you’re just part of the furniture you learn all sorts, you know, and—”
“Exactly. Do you really want to continue to simply be part of the furniture, girl?” He interrupted her mini rant with a knowing grin, and it gave her a small amount of satisfaction to see that his fangs were still extended. She’d have to be blind to miss the way his cock tented the fabric of his leggings. So why then didn’t he take what she so freely offered to him? She didn’t answer him, just dropped her gaze to the floor and bit her lip.
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