Enslaved - Book 3: Trek Mi Q'an

by Jaid Black

  The voice had given the powerful one time to regroup, but her energy was still depleting. Marty went in for the kill, determined to breach the Rah once and for all. She began floating towards the Rah at top speed. She would breach it. She would—

  The powerful one cried out as she used all of her energy to throw up one last barricade. A dreamscape. She had erected a dreamscape allowing but one from the goddess’ realm to breach the Rah and come to this side.

  For the first time, Marty felt afraid. The dreamscape opened to reveal a woman of golden hair and glowing blue eyes—a woman whose will was stronger than her own.

  Jana. The mother of the voice.

  The golden woman stood before the Rah, defiantly challenging Marty to dare cross her to breach it. Marty accepted the gauntlet she threw down and flew at her full force. The impact of hitting her sent Marty reeling backwards, sharp pain splintering through her. She cried out, for the first time hearing her own voice.

  The sentinel was even more powerful than the one who had let her through to this side. But Marty tried again, flying at her with everything she had, determined to win and breach the Rah. The next impact made her cry out again.

  Pain—even worse than the pain it took to reach the voice.

  “I love you, nee’ka.”

  The voice was calling out to her again.

  Marty fled from the sentinel, back to the voice. The voice would protect her. The voice would never let her feel pain again. She had but to breach the barrier that separated her from the voice and the voice would make the pain go away.

  Marty screamed as she flew at top speed towards the mortal barrier, determined to break through it once and for all. If only she could reach the voice. One more attack and she would breach—

  Marty gasped and cried out as she re-entered her body.

  It was painful, so painful, but she knew she had done it.

  She glanced back at the sentinel one last time and smiled in thanks. The sentinel inclined her head in return, her glowing blue eyes filled with happiness.

  Proudly, Jana turned back and re-entered the dreamscape, disappearing as she breached the Rah.

  Chapter 22

  Crystal City on the planet Galis

  One week later

  Kari Gy’at Li, once known as Kara Marie Summers, felt her nipples harden of their own volition as she glanced down from the stage she was performing on and into the glowing gold gaze of the largest, fiercest-looking warrior she’d come into contact with in all of the years she’d been in this dimension.

  He was a giant, a veritable gargantuan. The very kind of territorial alpha male her adoptive sisters had warned her off from.

  But the way he was studying her, the way that his brooding eyes flicked over every square inch of her body and coveted it…it was more arousing than words could describe.

  Kari boldly met the warlord’s golden gaze as she sat down before him on the stage and spread her thighs wide apart. His eyes immediately flew to the flesh between her legs and she could hear his breathing grow shallow as he gazed there.

  Kari felt desire knot in her belly as she wickedly ran her fingers through the thatch of wine-red hair covering her mons. The giant’s eyes tracked the movement, seeing everything, missing nothing.

  Her pink nipples plumped up, hardening and elongating from the puffy pads that were her areolas. Watching him watch her was the most arousing thing she’d ever experienced.

  Kari began to play with herself in the way she knew that the visiting warriors liked, massaging her labia and clit in slow, teasing circles. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, could feel her dew saturating her fingers as she continued to tantalize the warlord with her enticing finger-play.

  The warlord, paying no heed whatsoever to protocol, reached over and began massaging her breasts, his large hands palming them, then plucking at the nipples while Kari stroked her pussy for his viewing enjoyment.

  She shivered as her nipples hardened impossibly further. She offered the giant no resistance when his mouth latched onto one with a groan and suctioned it into the heat of his mouth. Kari released a shaky breath as he sucked on her. She arched her back so that her breasts thrust out and pressed further against his face.

  The warlord released her nipple, leaving a popping sound in its wake, then used both hands to draw her pearly white breasts together as close as they would go. He grunted with satisfaction when he managed to make the nipples stand side by side, then lowered his face to her chest and suctioned both nipples into his mouth at the same time.

  Kari gasped, the hand that had been toying with her clit falling limply to her side. She moaned as he lapped at her ripe nipples, then groaned as he suckled vigorously on them like lollipops.

  She sat there on the stage for the longest time, knowing that the dining stall was packed and that all eyes were greedily devouring her, and allowed the warlord to break the rules, to suck and suck on her nipples to his hearts’ content.

  But it seemed that he’d never get his fill. Five minutes ticked by. Then ten. Then fifteen. And still the giant sucked on her nipples, his eyes closed in bliss as he sipped from her ripe peaks over and over, again and again.

  Kari wanted more. She was so hot, so aroused, that she knew she’d allow this gigantic warrior to do anything he wanted to her. And she wanted him to do anything—to do everything. She’d heard all the stories, knew that women meant nothing to warriors other than giving them bodies to play with like toys, yet in that moment she wanted to be the toy that he played with more than she wanted to breathe.

  Falling slowly onto her back, Kari closed her eyes and released a shaky breath as she felt her shoulders hit the soft stage. The giant ceased his suckling and she could feel his aroused gaze on her, waiting to see if she would offer herself to him.

  Without even opening her eyes, she spread her thighs as wide as they would go, telling him without words that she wanted him to mount her. Right there on the stage for everyone to see. She was in heat for him and she wanted him to ride her.

  Death’s glowing gold eyes narrowed in desire as he studied every nuance of the wench’s body. Her eyes were closed, her nipples were stabbing upward, and the pelt of fire-berry hair covering her mons was glistening from her own dew.

  He had never wanted a wench more.

  The scent of her arousal intoxicated him, made his staff hard as an ice-jewel. But before he mounted her, he needed to taste her.

  Sliding her hips to the end of the stage, Death’s tongue shot out to taste her, making one long lick from the opening of her channel, up between her labial lips, not stopping until he reached the clit. The wench moaned, making his staff impossibly harder.

  Death drew the tiny erect clit into his mouth and suckled on it as vigorously as he had her nipples. The wench’s body convulsed as she groaned, shaking all around him as he lapped at her like a starved animal.

  He made her come four times—four euphoric, delirious times during which the erotic arts apprentice transferred her bliss to the audience and made all of them—himself included—spurt four violent, wicked times.

  And yet still he craved her sweet pussy, still he wanted to taste it and play with it, still he wanted to lap at the juice it provided him with, to lave it with his tongue and latch onto its little clit that he might suckle of it.

  Death kept his face buried between her thighs for the better part of an hour, wringing orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of the gasping, pleading, writhing, begging wench, who kept screaming at him to fuck her and fill up her cunt with his cum.

  “Please,” she screamed out, her nipples stabbed permanently skyward, her body convulsing from yet another orgasm, “please fuck me.”

  Death could have happily lapped at her pussy for another hour or so, yet the wench’s pleading was becoming hysterical. She was nigh unto sobbing, so desirous of a hard ride she was.

  Summoning off his leather garb, he slid the wench’s hips all the way down the stage and stood between them. Grabbin
g a thigh in either hand, he guided the tip of his cock to her saturated channel and, with one possessive thrust, slid into her wet flesh to the hilt.

  “Oh yes,” she screamed, her hips arching for a deep, hard ride, “oh yes.”

  “Mmm,” Death rumbled out, his voice a rough purr. His fingers played in her thatch of fire-berry hair. “’Tis made for my fucking, this channel.” He stroked into her to the hilt, causing her to instantly orgasm.

  “More,” she begged. “I need more.”

  “Beg me again,” he rumbled out arrogantly, his strokes still slow and leisurely. “Beg me to do anything of my desire to you and your sweet channel.”

  Kari threw her hips at him wildly, at that moment more than willing to say anything if it meant he’d cease tormenting her and give her the hard pounding she needed. “You can do anything you want to me,” she sobbed. “My body belongs to you.” She didn’t know enough about warriors to realize she’d just made a vow to him.

  Arrogantly satisfied that he’d gotten the oath he’d sought, that he would not have to satisfy himself with one fuck, Death gave her exactly what she wanted, pounding into her flesh with deep, hard, quick strokes.

  Kari came again—harder this time—causing the audience and her gigantic tormenter to moan and groan.

  He reached underneath her, palmed her buttocks, and sank into her with quicker, deeper strokes. “Mine,” he said hoarsely. “’Tis my channel now.”

  She threw her hips at him wildly, groaning when he leaned over to lick her nipples as he burrowed deeper and deeper into her flesh. “Harder,” she begged him, not caring at the moment how submissive she sounded. “Fuck me harder.”

  He ground his hips at her, then pounded away mercilessly into her flesh. His tongue flicked at her hard nipples, sipping them in to draw from while he gave her a hard ride.

  Kari moaned, her hips thrashing about violently. “I’m coming,” she groaned. “Oh god I’m coming.”

  Death picked up the pace of his thrusting, sinking into her wet flesh faster and faster, deeper and harder. His fingers dug into her buttocks. “Now,” he commanded her. “Come for me now.”

  She obeyed him on a moan, her nipples jutting up to the point of pain, her face heating to the point of breaking into a sweat, as she closed her eyes and violently came all over his shaft.

  Transference occurred once again, only Death felt the tremors much harsher than the audience. For the first time in his life, he bellowed loud enough to wake the dead as he spurted deep inside of her lusty channel.

  Exhausted, he fell on top of her and licked her nipples.

  Kari smiled as she fell asleep right there on the stage, her fingers running through the warlord’s thick black hair.

  He thought her nipples were his personal lollipops. She loved it.

  Chapter 23

  Sand City on planet Tryston

  “Let’s recap my life since having met you, shall we?”

  Kil grunted at his beloved and very much recovered heeka-beast of a wife. “Except for almost dying,” he sniffed, “it has been nigh unto bliss for a certainty.”

  Marty rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, it’s been real groovy.” Her lips puckered into a frown. “Especially the bit about being thrown into a harem and forced into sexual slavery. Yeah, I can see why other warriors might come to you for hot dating tips.”

  “Mari,” he warned with a growl.

  “You should write a handbook on the subject,” she said grandly. “Wench Wooing 101: How To Get Women To Flee From You In Terror.”

  His jaw clenched. “Must you keep bringing this up? For days my brothers have been making jest of me.” He groaned. “I have heard every bedamned joke in the galaxies. How many dunces does it take to recognize a Sacred Mate?” he mimicked with a roll of his eyes. He went on to list a few more of his brothers’ favorite ribbings. “Must you, my own nee’ka, make sport of me as well?”

  Marty didn’t so much as hesitate in her answer. “Yes.”

  He grunted. “Now that you are recovered, mayhap a swat to your backside is in order.”

  “Let me guess…” Marty squinted her eyes shut and dramatically clapped a hand to her forehead. “Oh yeah,” she said as she opened her eyes, “that bit of hot wooing advice comes from Chapter three in your handbook: Wives Children—What’s the Big Dif?”

  “Well,” he growled, “I see that you are ready to return to your nest in Koror.”

  Marty grinned. “You’re such a big baby,” she teased. “Lighten up.”

  Kil gathered her closer in his arms where they laid together on the bed. His hands ran over her engorged breasts, stopping to plump up the nipples. “Tell me you love me,” he purred.

  She laid her head on his chest and sighed contentedly. “I love you, Kil Q’an Tal. With all of my heart.”

  He harrumphed. “With only one heart?”

  “I only have one heart.”

  “Oh, aye,” he mumbled. He ran one large palm down her backside and kneaded a buttock. “I love you with two hearts.”

  Marty smiled as she ran a hand over his chest. Ever since she’d woken up from having almost died Kil couldn’t seem to stop telling her how much he loved her. Not that she was complaining. “I know you do. But thanks for saying it out loud.”

  He grunted. Marty smiled.

  “I’m curious about something,” she said, changing the subject.

  “Aye?”

  “Giselle…” Her brow wrinkled. “I really like her a lot and all, but why—uh…” She cleared her throat. “How come every time you turn around she’s popping her nipple into your brother’s mouth?”

  Kil chuckled. “Because she is a good and submissive nee’ka. Mayhap you could take lessons from her.”

  Marty snorted at that.

  He grinned. “I am but teasing you.” He went on to explain what had become of Rem from his years with Jera and how, even though he was progressing in leaps and bounds, he was still recovering from his devolution.

  “No kidding. And the nipple thing really helps?”

  “Aye. ‘Tis the only remedy Giselle has found thus far that actually works.”

  Marty shook her head and sighed. “Somehow I’m not surprised.”

  Kil groaned as he rolled Marty onto her back and latched his mouth around one of her swollen nipples. He closed his eyes in bliss as he sipped from it, causing Marty to sigh contentedly. After long minutes, he raised his head from her breasts, panting.

  “’Tis no surprise to me either,” he said thickly, rubbing his erection against her.

  “Huh?” Marty gulped, having lost the thread of the conversation. It felt like forever since she and Kil had been together. And, of course, the requisite two week waiting period in between giving birth and resuming sexual relations meant forever would last a little longer. Three days to be precise.

  He chuckled. “Never mind.” The sound of Zy’an crying drew his attention to the other side of the bedchamber.

  “She’s probably hungry,” Marty said with a laugh.

  Kil grinned back. Their daughter’s voracious appetite had become somewhat of a running joke between them. Actually it had become a running joke amongst the entire Q’an Tal family, for Zy’an loved to eat with the same zealousness that warriors liked to make love.

  Marty smiled as her eyes flicked toward her baby’s crystal cradle. Her baby—she couldn’t get over it. When she’d fallen into that coma-like state she hadn’t even known she was pregnant! But when she’d woken up, she’d found out that she had given birth to the most beautiful black haired, glowing blue eyed little girl that had ever lived. Of course, she was admittedly biased. “I better go feed Princess Greedy.”

  “Nay.” Kil sat up. “Prop yourself up on the pillows. I will get my daughter.”

  Marty’s heart never failed to flutter whenever she saw father and daughter together. Kil was so huge and gruff, riddled with battle scars and not prone toward smiling. Yet whenever Zy’an was in his arms, he couldn’t seem to stop smiling. O
r cooing—a fact she found adorable.

  Marty smiled as she watched her naked husband pad over to the baby’s cradle. God he was sexy, she thought. His entire body rippled of muscle when he walked. And that butt—yummy. She still had a hard time believing she had managed to make the warlord all hers. But she had.

  She had set out to gain all or nothing. And she had finally gotten it all.

  Definitely groovy.

  * * * * *

  “Bloody hell,” Giselle muttered, “I don’t know about this.”

  Marty glanced from where Rem was standing on the other side of the great hall chatting with his brothers back to Giselle who was sitting next to her. “You think it’s too soon?”

  She sighed. “The Chief Priestess said he was supposed to steer clear of Consummation Feasts for years. Your feast is scheduled in two days time. Yes, I think it’s too soon.”

  Kyra patted her on the hand. “After giving the subject more thought, Ari changed her mind. She thinks this is just what Rem needs.” She shrugged. “The sooner his life becomes everything normal, everything it would have been if Jera hadn’t interfered, then the sooner the demons will be laid to rest as it were.”

  Marty snorted. “And to think that to our husbands a Consummation Feast is normal.” She sighed. “All I can say after having lived with Kil for the amount of time I have is that I am not surprised.”

  Giselle’s lips puckered into a frown as she bounced her son Kilak on her knee. Her daughter Zari was currently being shown off by Rem. “I’m not certain if it’s Rem or me who’s going to have the hardest time adjusting to this. Call me old fashioned or hopelessly earthy, but the idea of bound servants sucking my husband off whilst I watch hardly inspires me to want to show up to this little soiree.”

  Kyra chuckled. “Make sure you sit next to Geris then. After all of these years she still throws a fit at the precise moment Dak comes.” She grinned. “Of course, she always gets back at him when it’s the women’s turn.”