by Jaid Black
Marty harrumphed. “I, for one, am looking forward to it.” Her fingers tapped absently on the raised table. “Having spent time in a certain dunce’s harem, I can’t wait to piss him off by letting other warriors touch me.” She recalled how possessively he’d made love to her after Death had fondled her in the dining hall that time. “And Kyra’s right, Gis, the sex will be soooo hot afterwards.”
Giselle found herself grinning. “Promise?”
Kyra and Marty glanced at each other, then back to Giselle. “Oh yeah,” they said in unison.
Chapter 24
Meanwhile, on the planet of Galis…
“Show these people your submissiveness to me, Kari. Show them your desire to please me in all things.”
Kari felt her nipples plumping up from the mere rumble of his dark voice. She was like Pavlov’s dog, she thought. She’d do anything to keep fucking him. She was addicted to him and his cock and they both knew it.
“Alright,” she whispered.
Naked, Kari threaded her hand through the giant’s and allowed him to lead her down the crystal staircase of her suite, which led to the eating establishment she worked at below. Once there they didn’t stop, but continued on outside and walked hand-in-hand down the busy white crystal street.
Galians were everywhere and they stared. At her, at him—at them. She was, after all, completely naked. And he was, after all, fully clothed.
On Galis, that didn’t happen. On Galis, women ruled men sexually and otherwise, not the other way around. But the warlord who had been mounting Kari day and night in her suite for the past straight week was as possessive and domineering as he was addicting. He wanted her to publicly announce to the Galians of Crystal City who it was that her pussy belonged to, who it was that had been riding her hard all of this time.
Kari knew that if this episode got back to her adoptive family she would never hear the end of it. And truly, Kari knew that she was going to have to leave Crystal City to get away from him—and soon. Before she got any more addicted, before she wasn’t able to leave him at all. But until then…
Death released her hand to lay his heavily muscled arm across her shoulder. He clamped it around her possessively, territorially, publicly marking her as his. His large hand began rubbing her breasts, massaging them in the way he knew made her hot for him. And then his thumb and forefinger found a nipple and plucked at it, rolling it around to harden and elongate it.
There were curious eyes everywhere. They followed the giant and the naked flame-haired woman as they walked down the street. They watched as the warlord played with her breasts, with her nipples, and then down lower…
Kari released a shaky breath when his hand left her breasts and trailed down over her tummy, then down lower still. His fingers sifted through her pubic hair as if petting her. He made no move to go lower, for he was arrogantly content to pet her there for all to see, showing the Galians that he had the right to do it.
He was definitely all warrior, Kari thought. Arrogant and domineering, possessive and commanding. He was everything her adoptive sisters had warned her to stay away from, everything that they’d said would be her downfall if she allowed one to mesmerize her.
Granted, her sisters didn’t know a lot about warriors, for Galians tended to deliberately steer clear of them except when performing the erotic arts. But at all other times it was considered taboo to let one touch you. There were legends, after all. Legends about strange necklaces being clasped about female necks, only to have those very females be taken away and…well none of the Galians were quite certain what happened to the females after that. But Galian women had their guesses, and all of those guesses were grim.
Kari glanced up uneasily at the warlord beside her, noting that he wore one of those strange necklaces himself. What if he took it off? What if he clasped it about her neck and she was never heard heads or tales from again? What would he do with her then?
She gulped a little roughly, a thousand dismal scenarios running through her mind. She had already let Death—good lord his name was Death!—and she had already let him do things to her body that no man had ever done.
No, she had done more than let him. She had begged him, at times even sobbed for him to do it. He knew how to work a dark magic on her body that left her feeling as though she had no free will anymore, as though she would do anything and say anything for just one more intoxicating taste of his skill.
It had only been a week—one gloriously carnal week—and already he had taken her in every way there was for a man to take a woman. In the mouth, in the ass, sliding between her oiled up breasts, sinking into her pussy more times than she could count. He had tied her up then licked and fucked her mindless. He had taken her on all fours. He had commanded her to ride him. He had finger-fucked her, tongue-fucked her, even toe-fucked her. He had taken her in every way imaginable and unimaginable.
Kari shivered as she walked beside him, allowing him to show her off like an exotic, submissive doll. She had to leave him, she knew. It was past time to leave him. Because as all-consuming as the sex was, it was the warlord himself she felt addicted to, and that simply would not do.
It was strange, but there were times when she felt an inexplicable connection to him, as though she was able to gage his emotions. She knew that his emotions were powerful—very territorial, very alpha, very willing to kill any male who should touch her.
And he would. She knew that he would. From the moment he’d first sank his cock into her up on that stage a week ago, she had belonged to him in his eyes.
But belonged to him as what? A mistress? A toy? A…what?
“Take me into your mouth, little one.”
Kari’s head shot up to look at him. She’d been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn’t even realized they had stopped walking.
Her gaze darted about warily. They were standing in the middle of one of the busiest streets in Crystal City. People were watching them, staring at them. And he wanted her to publicly suck him off. On a planet where men gave pleasure to women, he wanted her to give pleasure to him for all eyes to see.
“Take me into your mouth,” he murmured.
She could see the huge erection bulging against his dark blue leather pants. She could feel the gazes of passersby watching to see what she would do as he removed his cock from his pants and it sprang loose, hard and wanting her attention. In the end her addiction would allow her to do but one thing.
Kari sucked him off right there in the middle of Crystal City, not giving a damn who saw her do it. She sucked on him and sucked on him, the sound of her lips suctioning his cock into her mouth there for anyone to hear it.
When he came, it was violent, and his bellow of arrogant warrior satisfaction could be heard a long ways off. He spurted hot cum into her mouth and she greedily drank of it, wanting more and more and more and more of the sweet liquid.
She knew she had pleased him when he patted her on the head and murmured “good girl”. She didn’t bothering responding, though, because she was too busy suckling his balls to get him hard again.
Chapter 25
Sand City, Two Days Later
Oh yeah. She was jealous.
Marty hadn’t expected to feel this way, not after her time in the harem when she’d seen him fondle other women and hadn’t had the comfort of knowing that he loved her to fall back on, but oddly, now that she was his wife, the jealousy was there. Kinda stupid considering the fact that she had watched him do everything to Ora short of sinking his penis into her.
That night when she, Kil, and Ora had taken part in a threesome of sorts, Marty had felt turned on watching him suck Ora’s nipples, watching him eat Ora out while she moaned, writhed, and came. She wasn’t certain what the difference was between then and now, but she suspected it was because she trusted Ora where she didn’t trust these other women. She knew what went on in the minds of the bound servants because she’d been one.
Seated next to her on the women’s side of
the great hall, Ora ran a hand over Marty’s engorged breasts as she watched Kil slither his tongue about the labial folds of a busty bound servant. “Hers can’t compare to these,” she murmured in Marty’s ear.
Marty grinned as she opened her legs so Ora could massage her intimately. Her and Ora’s relationship was a tad strange for earth standards, she conceded, but considered normal for Trystonni ones. She and Ora loved each other—they were best friends—but they were not in love. And yet they harbored a strong sexual attraction towards one another that sometimes culminated in erotic touching.
“You know,” Ora said as she played with Marty’s pussy, “I have never been to a royal Consummation Feast before. Leastways not on this side of things.” She chuckled. “I am looking forward to this.”
“Me too.”
Marty’s eyes narrowed as she tracked the scene across the great hall. Two bound servants were sucking her husband off while he lapped at the pussy of a third.
The bound servant was gasping and moaning from where she sat perched on a raised table, her thighs spread as wide as they could go, her hands pressing Kil’s face into her flesh. “Oh aye,” the servant moaned, her nipples jutting out while he licked her, “oh aye.”
Marty’s nostrils flared.
—Arrg!
“Mmmm,” Kil purred in that seductive growl of his. He flicked his tongue in rapid movements against her clit for a few seconds, then took the sensitive piece of flesh between his lips and suckled it hard until she screamed and came. A moment later he was bursting into the mouths of the bound servants sucking him off, groaning loudly as he climaxed.
“’Twas excellent,” he praised them, patting both bound servants on the head. He fingered the vagina of the bound servant he had been licking. “And ‘twas a fair tempting repast you offered unto me.” He turned his head and grinned at Zor. “Shall we trade, brother?”
Marty was distracted from the scene across the great hall when Giselle growled from beside her. “I’m going to kill him,” she fumed. “Rem is a dead man.”
Marty glanced toward where Giselle’s husband was seated next to Dak. Yep, she couldn’t blame her. Rem was spewing into a bound servant’s mouth, his lips latched around yet another one’s nipple while he groaned.
“We’ll get our turn,” she assured Giselle. Her teeth gritted when she looked back at Kil. “Definitely.”
“We bloody well better…” Giselle’s voice trailed off when she turned her head to look at Marty. She sighed in resignation when she realized what it was Ora’s hand was doing to Marty’s vagina. “Et tu Brute?”
Marty’s brow winkled. “Huh?”
“Never mind.” Giselle waved dismissively. “I forgot you herald from the sixties. Make love, not war, etcetera, etcetera.” She sighed dramatically.
Marty and Ora chuckled. “Hey I’ve been in this dimension longer than you, Gis.” Marty grinned. “Give it a month and you might be surprised at the things you’ll find yourself doing.”
Giselle blushed. “I admit that I have fun at my baths—” Her teeth clicked shut when a giggling bound servant pressed Rem’s face in between her legs. “I’ll kill him,” she seethed. “He’s dead.”
“Bastard!”
All eyes flew to Geris as she bolted to her feet and screamed out her war cry. Kyra grinned from where she sat next to her, having come to view Geris’ reaction to Dak’s orgasm as an ingrained ritual no Consummation Feast should be without.
“’Tis naught but tradition, my hearts.” Dak groaned out the words as he came into a bound servant’s mouth.
“Jek!” Geris wailed as her hands balled into fists. “It’s time for the women. Come over here and service me!”
Jek grinned as he bowed, then took three long strides and snatched the Queen of Ti Q’won up into his arms. “Your pleasure is mine.”
“Make me come really hard,” Geris fumed as Jek laid her down on a vesha pad. Her nostrils flared. “Make me scream.”
“Don’t I always, my beauty?” Jek said as his face disappeared between her legs.
Giselle giggled as she watched. Then she gasped when she was picked up into a warrior’s strong arms. She swallowed a bit nervously when she saw who it was. Gio. Her own niece’s betrothed. “Oh dear.”
“Do you not desire to make your Sacred Mate green with jealousy?” he murmured. His gaze flicked over her face, down lower to her breasts, then lower still.
Good lord, she thought, he was powerfully handsome. And the way his glowing violet eyes devoured a woman…very sexy indeed. She couldn’t begin to imagine why Dari didn’t want heads or tails to do with him. “Yes,” she heard herself say unequivocally. Her bridal necklace began to pulse a warning red-green. “Definitely,” she seethed.
Gio’s grim masculine features lightened a bit when he grinned. “Good,” he said, “for I’m of a mind to lick every spot on your body.”
“Bloody hell,” Giselle squeaked.
Marty was so busy laughing at Geris and Giselle that she hadn’t realized Ora had left to find pleasure with Cam and Var, or that Death was standing beside her, his golden gaze heatedly flicking over her.
“It occurs to me,” Death murmured, “that I never did get to taste of you.”
Startled, Marty’s gaze flew up to meet the grim giant’s. She licked her lips, remembering how aroused he had made her when he’d sucked her nipples. “You forgot about me the moment Typpa started sucking you off,” she teased him good-naturedly.
His lips curled into a semi-smile as he plucked Marty off of her chair. “Nay. But I sensed from Kil’s reaction that something was amiss, so I let it be.”
She wound her arms around his neck and grinned. “Thanks for salvaging my ego. You weren’t supposed to give me up that easily, you know. That hadn’t been a part of my grand plan.”
Death found himself grinning—an unusual state of affairs for him—as he lowered Marty to a vesha pad. “I knew what you were about,” he rumbled as he plucked her qi’ka top from her engorged breasts. His eyes narrowed in desire as he lowered his head and ran a tongue across one swollen nipple. “And I vow to make him more jealous this moon-rising than I did the last time.”
Marty grinned as her breathing hitched. She spread her thighs so Death could settle his large form between them. “I always knew I liked you,” she breathed out. And indeed he had been right. Her bridal necklace was all but smoking, letting her know without glancing his way that Kil was mightily pissed.
Groovy.
Death smiled against her breasts but said nothing. Drawing an elongated nipple into his mouth, he sucked on it thoroughly, slowly working his lips up and down it from tip to root, over and over again.
“Oh,” Marty sighed, closing her eyes, “that feels so groovy.”
His tongue flicked at her blue nipple ring.
“Very groovy,” she groaned.
Death chuckled as his hands made the skirt of her qi’ka melt away. He kissed a path from her breasts to her belly, then down lower, his lips and nose running through the honey-gold curls on her mons.
“Yes,” Marty panted as she spread her thighs as wide as they could go. “Please.”
He toyed with her, running his tongue about her labial folds, sucking on the lips, getting oh so close to her clit, but not quite touching it.
“Please,” she moaned as her hips arched up for him, “please.”
Death buried his face between her legs with a groan, lapping at her flesh with mind-numbing strokes. His mouth latched around her clit and vigorously sipped from it, wringing groan after groan from the woman pinned beneath him.
Marty gasped as he drew harder from the clit, then groaned when she felt two more mouths latch onto her nipples and suckle. She glanced down at her breasts to see that Jek and Cam were feasting on her, drinking from her, both of them apparently having already made Geris and Ora climax.
She was the guest of honor, Marty remembered. She was the one who would be sucked and licked until she was sobbing from a violent climax
.
Cam’s tongue found her nipple ring and flicked at it rapidly.
Marty moaned.
Jek’s mouth latched around her other nipple and sipped from her while his fingers found her navel ring and flicked it.
Marty groaned.
Death drew harder from her clit, suckling it vigorously while his throat emitted guttural sounds of primal male arousal.
Marty burst.
“Oh god,” she screamed as her body shook and convulsed. “Oh my god.”
She was given no time to come down from her high. One second three warriors had been laving at her with fingers and tongues and a blink of an eye later one possessive and majorly worked up alpha male was sinking balls-deep into her pussy.
“I will make this channel come even harder,” Kil gritted out as he mounted her. His jaw clenched. “Who owns this flesh?” he asked arrogantly as one hand found her nipple ring, the other one found her navel ring, and he flicked rapidly at both.
Marty gasped as he sank into her to the hilt and rode her hard. His thrusts were deep and frenzied, and the look of unadulterated possessiveness on his face would have frightened her had she not known how much he loved her. “You,” she groaned, giving him the admission she knew he needed to hear. “You own me.”
Kil rotated his hips and slammed home, oblivious to anyone or anything around him save his nee’ka and her lush channel. “By the Holy Law,” he ground out as he pounded away into oblivion. “You are mine by the Holy Law.”
He rung orgasm after orgasm out of her, sinking into her soaked flesh over and over, again and again. She needed that bridal necklace to pulse like she needed to breathe. She felt as though she was being driven to hysteria. He kept flicking at her Wani rings as he thrust into her, causing her to climax over and over again. “Please,” she begged in maddening desperation, “give me your cum.”
“Mmmm,” he purred, his hips rotating and grinding into hers, “mine.” He closed his eyes and rode her harder and harder, mating her animalistically as he always did.