by Jan Springer
It was an erotic dream she wouldn’t mind losing herself in and over and over again.
She strained beneath him. Kissed him hard. Enjoyed the way his body heat splashed around her feminine curves. Loved the hard way his hips bucked and the intense way his cock stretched into her.
The climax continued.
Sweet and wild. The convulsions racked her. With each one came the need for yet another.
Oh Gods of Azar! So intoxicating!
Finally the sexual tension stormed into something so torturous and beautiful she thought she might go mad. Then she wondered if she would ever be able to live without this sweet madness.
Or live without these exquisite clones.
* * * * *
“You fucked her into unconsciousness,” Nathan grumbled as he watched Dakota, perspiring and breathing heavily, withdraw his now-flaccid cock from Princess Mica’s pussy before rolling off her and onto his back.
He had hoped to enjoy the princess also. But when Dakota finished, she’d fallen asleep with a most satisfied smile on her lips.
“When she awakens, I’m sure she’ll be quite receptive to more pleasure.” Dakota grinned and leisurely clasped his hands behind his neck. Nathan’s spirits plunged as Dakota yawned and his eyelids flickered sleepily.
“Think of it this way, my friend.” Dakota said groggily. “You’ll be more primed to pleasure the princess having denied yourself pleasure.”
Nathan’s breath quickened at the idea.
True. The pleasure of denial would make him a more passionate lover when she awoke. He would not disappoint her. His gaze flicked over her breasts, her firm belly, before resting between her splayed open legs. From the way she lay, he had a perfect view of both her pussy and the tiny puckered hole of her ass.
His abdomen muscles tensed with anticipation. Yes, soon he would have Princess Mica.
* * * * *
“You are forbidden to speak another word to those two human boys. If they were not the sons of my most trusted employees, I would have killed them by now.”
Princess Mica’s blood chilled at her father’s words and she shivered involuntarily. He sat opposite her at the exquisitely carved emerald dinner table. His mouth was pursed in disappointment. His eyes were as cold as the ice that covered the tops of the Crystal Mountains.
Obviously he’d heard she’d once again been caught playing with the humans. The stonecutter’s son Dakota and the gem-polisher’s son Nathan were the only two children she felt comfortable being herself with. They didn’t treat her like a princess. They treated her as if she were one of them. An equal. A friend.
She enjoyed feeling at ease around them and loved the way Dakota and Nathan refused to follow any of her commands. Despite the knowledge she held the power to have anyone she wished put to death if she didn’t like them, the two boys did not fear her. But they should fear her father, for he certainly had no qualms about ordering a servant’s death if said servant did not live up to her father’s expectations.
She still didn’t know why her mother had loved her father. He’d always been a hard, stern man. Since her death, he’d grown colder, quite aloof and terribly mean. Too bad her mother had passed away from a fever following the stillborn death of the baby son who would have been Father’s replacement. Now the burden of being future queen of Azar would fall upon her.
Her father’s next words echoed her thoughts.
“It is your duty to carry on the line of royalty,” he continued as he sucked the charred flesh from the ribs of a huge mountain goat brought back early this morning by his hunters.
“From now on this is your only purpose in life. Your only reason of being born. To carry on with the throne upon my death.”
A spear of pain ripped through her heart. Born only to carry on with the throne?
“I do not want you playing with either of those human boys. Is that understood?”
“But what if I like them, Father?” she blurted defiantly, wanting to hurt him as he had just done to her with his words.
The iciness in his eyes deepened and she grew cold, realizing her outburst may have pushed her father too far.
“If you so much as speak to them again, they will be put sent to the Earth city. Do I make myself clear?”
The breath locked in her lungs and she felt faint. He would do it too. He would send away her dearest friends without a heartbeat.
She nodded and he smiled coldly.
“You must create only royal children. Purebreds. Many strong sons and beautiful daughters. This is what I want for you, my Princess Mica. I have wished it and so it shall be done. This is the only way you can keep respect of the common Azarian people as well as the human race.”
Suddenly she felt trapped. Trapped in a life of restrictions. A life she did not want. But she must follow her father’s orders. He was the king. No one defied the king.
Never.
Suddenly she had no appetite anymore. Wanted only to escape her father’s company. She couldn’t, however. She had to stay and obey his orders.
“Intruder alert!” The strong voice of Computer ripped through the silence. Her father did not flinch as he stared at her. It seemed as if he did not hear the loud warning, or perhaps he’d been expecting it?
“They have broken through the army as predicted. Bring the escape pod for Princess Mica,” he said calmly and to no one in particular. “She must be protected at all costs. She is the future of Azar.”
“Intruder alert. Intruder alert.” The warning continued as her bodyguards grabbed her and ushered her down the long crystal hallway of her father’s castle.
“What is happening?” she questioned her bodyguards who surrounded her like a shield.
“The Invaders are here,” one of them replied, echoing her father’s words. “The Invaders have finally come.”
Mica’s blood turned to ice. She increased her pace, trying hard to keep up with the bodyguards.
She’d heard of the Invaders and their evil ways. She did not wish to become a slave or die.
“Intruder alert!”
The loud voice warned over and over again until Mica realized she’d come out of her dream and was thrust back into reality. She forced her mind to rip aside the cobwebs of sleep that had ensnared her.
“Intruder alert!” Computer continued.
Her eyes blinked open and she discovered herself lying belly down, her face sideways on the soft pillow. She tried to move. Could not. Realized her wrists were securely bound, her ankles the same.
“Intruder alert!” Computer sustained.
Gods of Azar!
“Let me up!” she demanded. “Untie me this instant!”
The Dakota clone suddenly knelt beside the bed. His eyes glittered with lust as he blinked back at her.
“Easy, Princess. It’s just a glitch in the security system. Nathan is taking care of it.”
Movement at her bedroom computer made her aware of Nathan quickly pushing buttons. A moment later the computer became silent.
“Untie me this instant, Dakota One.”
Dakota smiled. “You mean Dakota, don’t you?”
At his softly spoken words, she suddenly knew. Her tummy sank. How could she not have known until this very instant?
“How?” was all she could ask.
“It’s a long story, Mica. But before we explain, we’re going to show you exactly how human males claim an Azarian princess.”
Chapter Three
Dakota held his breath at the look of shock splashing across Mica’s face. It quickly turned to realization and understanding. Her gaze bore into him with icy-cold realization. She had slept with a human. She had broken Azar’s Purity Law.
The thoughts she must be thinking of him disgusted him. He turned to Nathan.
“What the fuck happened with security? I overrode any possibility of intruder alerts. It shouldn’t have happened.”
“Minor glitch we didn’t anticipate. I fixed it and have overridden the security shi
elds. We are now in charge of security.”
Yes!
“How long would you have kept up this deception, human?” she spat. “Taking advantage of me, knowing how I would react to humans. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to defend myself against your scents.”
Dakota turned back to her. His irritation grew a notch.
“I’ve done my homework while you were sleeping, Princess,” he whispered. “I know all of your sexual fantasies. How you missed us. Fantasized your Sexual Release with us. You really shouldn’t have left your personal journals laying about.”
Her eyes widened. He noticed the pretty pink color blush across her cheeks and felt satisfaction that she now realized he knew all of her fantasies.
“Prepare to learn that I am your equal, Princess. Prepare to discover more of the fantasies you’ve only written about thus far.”
As Dakota stood, Mica fought her restraints. How dare he tie her down like this? How dare he not let her loose?
“I thought you two were dead!” she shouted.
“Do we look dead?” Dakota whispered as he caressed his engorged erection.
Nathan, who had been working at her security computer, suddenly turned to face her. Her breath stopped at the sight of his swollen sex thrusting prominently from his body. Before, when she’d considered both of them as her clones, she hadn’t feared them. Had thought she’d possessed full control over them.
Now however, it was a different story. She was at their mercy and their erections suddenly seemed larger and more powerful.
More intoxicating.
Dakota snapped his fingers and Nathan quickly joined him. He handed Dakota something and Mica knew instantly what it was.
A moment later, Dakota dangled two gold chains from his fingertips. From each chain hung a stone. Carved into each stone was a lion.
“Remember these, Mica?” Dakota grinned.
How could she not? She wore the third one around her neck. Had never taken it off, even when she took her baths.
“I insinuated to you all those years ago I wanted to be more than your bodyguard.”
Mica trembled at his lust-drenched voice.
“You shouldn’t have allowed us access to the royal library all those years ago. We discovered many things about pleasuring an Azarian woman and we know you just turned thirty. By your behavior it’s apparent to us your craving for Sexual Release is in full swing. Of course with an added bonus of the human male scent, it should be extremely pleasant for you.”
Her mouth went dry.
“And,” Nathan continued, “I do believe your journals are filled with your fantasies of double penetration as well as this…”
The sheets covering her body were whipped aside and a warm hand smacked her backside. She yelped at the hot sting of pain.
Dakota’s eyes glittered with mischief as he knelt on the bed beside her. His erotic body scent cascaded over her, making her feel extremely hot and needy.
“Your journals reveal you’ve always wondered how it would feel for a man to spank you. Nathan will dish out that fantasy—this time.”
He nodded and before she could brace herself, another sizzling slap splashed over her other ass cheek.
“Your ass is already reddening very nicely,” Dakota whispered.
She bit down on her lower lip to prevent from crying out as more sharp slaps rained down upon her burning flesh. Within seconds her body began a slow, erotic hum.
“Yes, I can see you enjoy being spanked, as all Azarian women do.” His voice was turning tense now. His breaths grew rough as he fondled a strand of her hair.
Another smack to her ass. This time harder. She jerked and cried out at the pain. Delightful heat quickly followed. She felt dazed as the males’ scent waves wrapped around her.
An Azarian woman always reacted to the scent of a human male when craving Sexual Release. Their scent was an aphrodisiac. Her mother had once told her it would turn her on as nothing else could. She wondered if perhaps her mother had had personal experience? Perhaps it was why her father had created the Purity Law?
She had fallen prey to their scents so easily. Even thoughts for her personal safety had been completely forgotten. And she’d overlooked the obvious signs of her clones as actually being the original humans. The tanned, muscular bodies. The way she hadn’t been able to think straight. Had thought of nothing but sex when they were around.
“We are not to mate,” she said meekly, knowing she couldn’t…didn’t want to resist the pleasures they would surely give to her. She was tired of being alone. Wanted them to protect her. To love her. To make her a mother.
She watched the sparkling glimmer of excitement rage in Dakota’s eyes. She could hear his ragged breathing and her insides quivered with a need so strong she could scarcely think straight.
Nathan stopped spanking her and stood beside Dakota. She didn’t remember Nathan’s cock being so long and huge when she’d taken him earlier in her mouth.
Nathan began to stroke his engorged shaft. Her mouth watered, remembering the strong, hard flesh plunging into her mouth.
“We will mate, Mica,” Dakota’s dark voice penetrated her sexual haze. “We will mate not because of the sexual weakness an Azarian woman feels toward a human but because of the deep friendship forged between we three in our youth and because…”
She jumped as his hands softly whispered along the length of her lower bare back. The featherlike caresses made her whimper with want.
“We will mate because we will repopulate Azar with a new breed of people. A human-Azarian mix. Our children will look beautiful, don’t you think?”
Her pussy creamed with liquid heat at his words. Having children with Dakota and Nathan had been a childhood dream of hers, but she wouldn’t give in to these two so easily.
“This is Azar. You speak of treason. Only purebloods can rule the planet. You are nothing more than servants,” she protested. “We cannot mate. It is law. It is against my father’s wishes.”
Even as she spoke of her father, the fear of him, bred into her at such an early age, washed through her. If he were alive, he would have Dakota and Nathan killed for what they were doing to her.
She trembled and Dakota’s hands stopped just short of her flaming-hot ass cheeks. She saw the anger in his eyes as he moved back into the field of her vision.
“Your father is dead. He fought bravely alongside his army. I saw him fall to the Invaders myself. You need not fear him anymore. No one but you rules. You have all the power, Mica. You have the ability to break free of the bonds your father wrapped around your innocent mind. You can change the law now. Soon we will let the worlds know that Azar is still alive, my princess. We will build a huge army that will protect us from the Invaders.”
“Untie me this instant. You two will pay dearly for what you’ve done,” she forced the coldness into her voice.
“I enjoyed watching you take Nathan’s cock into your mouth, Mica,” Dakota chimed in. “Watching you suck his rigid flesh, fondling his balls. It made me so hard, I just about came when Nathan did.”
Mica’s mouth watered in remembrance. Nathan’s cock had been so wickedly hard, encased in velvety-smooth flesh. She’d thought them clones when she’d gone down on Nathan. Now that she knew the truth, the unfamiliar shyness zipped through her again at the thought of Dakota watching what she’d done so boldly to his friend.
Her heart hammered loudly against her chest as she watched his fingers stroke his massive flesh.
“I want you to take my cock into your mouth, my sweet princess. It’s a bit of an awkward position you’re in, but I know you can handle it.”
Her breath escaped in a strangled hiss as his large cock jerked.
“By the look on your face, I know you want us as bad as we want you.”
Oh sweet Gods of Azar! Wanting them was an understatement!
The wild, wanton glaze in Mica’s eyes brought Dakota to his knees on the bed. The sight of her lying there, her curvy body bound, he
r ass cheeks flushed red, the lusty half smile tilting her full lips, just about drove him crazy. As Nathan continued to smack her bottom, Dakota smelled her sexual scent drift around him like an aphrodisiac. For a split second he had the impulse to take her right then. Take her hard and fast. Bring them both the pleasure and release they craved.
At the thought he was excluding Nathan, he reined in his impulse. His friend needed Mica too. Dakota could not be greedy. Not so early in this relationship.
He watched her squirm as Nathan began to probe her blushed ass with a lubed finger, lust seeped deeper and deeper into Dakota’s cock.
She licked her lips with the tip of a perfectly shaped pink tongue as he positioned himself to the side of her head. It was an awkward angle for both of them. She didn’t seem to mind though, for her eyes begged him to bring his cock into her mouth.
So he did.
“Sweet Gods of Azar!” he cried out as her mouth eagerly latched over his mushroom-shaped glans and the tip of her tongue prodded his slit.
This felt simply too unbelievable!
Reaching out, he twirled his fingers in her hair and held her head firm.
“That’s it, my princess. Suck it good and hard.”
Her eyes widened momentarily at his command. Obviously she wasn’t used to being told what to do.
She would learn. Nathan and he would certainly enjoy teaching her…if she let them. He began a slow plunge into her mouth. Slow and steady so as not to hurt her. Her lips tightened sweetly over his flesh.
Erotic sensations gripped him. Her tongue caressed his flesh lovingly; her teeth scraped the elevated veins that laced his shaft. The contact made him grit his teeth and groan his approval. He moved his hips faster and faster, pistoning into her succulent mouth. His shaft grew so wickedly taut.