Seized: Trek Mi Q'an Book 1.5

by Jaid Black

  Harder. Harder still. Until she was bucking and writhing and moaning…

  “I’m coming,” she groaned, her eyes tightly closed as she listened to the arousing slurping sounds he was making. “Oh god—I’m coming!”

  Geris came on a loud moan, her hips flaring up as her stiff nipples peaked impossibly further and harder. She climaxed so violently that she all but screamed, blood rushing to her face to heat it.

  He purred against her cunt, still licking and sucking it as she gasped and moaned.

  “Please!” she frantically begged. “No more!”

  But Dak seemed to not hear her. Or if he did hear her, he paid her protests no attention at all.

  He licked and sucked on her pussy for the better part of an hour, milking it of juice at least a half dozen times. By the time he finished, by the time he felt sated, she was so exhausted she immediately collapsed into a spent heap of flesh and bones, offering him no resistance when he laid her body out atop his gigantic one and fell fast asleep.

  Geris sighed against his chest, simultaneously loving and hating how secure she felt lying against it.

  * * * * *

  For the next three days and nights Geris’s body was touched in every sexual way but through actual penetration. Dak’s hands were constantly on her, his tongue exploring places that made her blush. Her pussy, her anus—nothing was left unchartered. The mental comparison she’d made three nights ago about her body and a living doll turned out to be apropos. She felt like a walking, talking, sex doll.

  And yet, nerve-wracking as it was, she felt like a very much loved and beloved sex doll. She didn’t know what to make of it or how to react.

  Geris put up a half-hearted protest every now and again when her alleged Sacred Mate began fondling her intimately, but she quickly tired of it. Her protests, after all, inevitably fell on deaf ears.

  “I love you, my hearts,” he would say. “Do not shield your body from my lust.”

  Not exactly a Hallmark card, but damn, repeated words like that were getting to her.

  Dak touched her no matter where they were, no matter who they were in front of—his soldiers and the pugmuff included. He loved bringing her to what he called her “woman’s joy”…so much in fact that she’d long ago lost count as to how many times she’d obtained it.

  He seemed fascinated by her nipples and pussy, transfixed by everything from her micro-braids to the way her hips swished when she walked. Invariably, she always sat in his lap rather than anywhere else for he allowed her to do nothing else. It was as if he couldn’t stand to be separated from her even the smallest bit.

  And it wasn’t just sexual communication either. If it had been, perhaps she would have been better able to shield her heart and emotions from the giant who claimed to be her destined mate. But it wasn’t just sexual. They did a lot of talking too. Conversations about everything and nothing. Conversations about life on the green moon Ti Q’won and about how he’d been waiting for her all of his life.

  Conversations that chipped away at the ice surrounding her heart like a goddamn pick ax.

  Sacred Horse, what in the name of the Mistress of the Light have you done to me!

  By the time they landed on planet Tojo, Kita’s home world, Geris was more than ready to disembark. She needed a breathing spell, required some down time to think.

  She was going insane. She had fallen in love with her nemesis in just three short days.

  She frowned as they walked down the crystal steps that would spit them out onto the terrain of a large, orange-colored planet.

  Who was she fooling? she nervously wondered. It hadn’t been three days. It had been more like three minutes.

  Geris sighed, conceding that if she didn’t get some alone time, she was liable to go as nuts as she’d once thought the medium Magda had been.

  Chapter 5

  Geris’s eyes widened as she stepped out onto a planet filled with buttheads…literally. She frowned, certain she’d never live to see a weirder sight. Spotted buttheads were everywhere she looked. Tall and short, thin and plump, old and young.

  The beings of planet Tojo were possessed of orange bodies spotted with black markings. The bodies themselves were quite human looking in appearance, the only noticeable difference between them and earthlings their pumpkin coloring. Well that and the great big butts that were where their heads should have been.

  Sweet Jesus, she thought on a sigh. What a day.

  Geris absently accepted Dak’s hand as they left the gastrolight cruiser and veered through the throng of citizens scattered about the chilly orange planet’s main traveling port. She shivered, frowning when she recalled the obscene outfit she was wearing. It was hardly fitting for such a trip as this one. The wind was brisk, her nipples stiff from the chill, yet Dak had forced her to dress like a Penthouse Pet in a see-through blue number.

  She gritted her teeth, remembering all too well how many hours they’d fought back and forth about her wearing what he called the qi’ka. The shirt, if one could indeed call it that, resembled a strapless genie top that cinched together in a knot between her breasts. The skirt, which looked like a pervert’s wet dream come true, fell to her ankles and carried a slit all the way up her left thigh that ended at the hip. Like the top, it was cinched together into a knot, holding the flimsy garment together. The front of it fell below the navel, making her look sluttier than she didn’t know what.

  “’Tis the dress of my women,” Dak had growled when she refused to wear it. “You will don it and you will like it.” Three hours, several thousand heated words, and no choices left to her later, she had done just that.

  Geris frowned. Sometimes the man could get on her last nerve.

  “Damn baby, you look fine today.”

  Geris glanced up, her gaze landing a few feet away to where a male pugmuff was currently trying to hit on a female pugmuff. Dressed in leather, his back nonchalantly resting against a hovering vehicle that resembled a floating motorcycle, Geris tried not to laugh. But the entire courting scene looked like something out of a really bad fifties movie. The butthead version of James Dean trying to woo an innocent butthead virgin into his bed.

  The female pugmuff he was attempted to court looked a bit shy. Naked except for a scarf around her waist, her long black hair was held away from her butthead face by a fifties looking headband made of silk.

  Geris blinked when the male pugmuff’s tongue lashed out, the two-foot long thing flicking down to taste the female’s pussy.

  “Mmm mm,” the male purred in a series of clicks Geris somehow was able to understand—she supposed because of the bridal necklace but wasn’t sure how. “That is one tasty cunt you’ve got, sweetheart.”

  The girl blushed. Geris’s eyebrows rose.

  “I bet you give great ass,” he lecherously murmured.

  Geris couldn’t help it. She laughed. The girl glanced up and grinned back at her. Then she primly turned on her heel and began to walk away.

  “You’ll have to do better than that,” the female threw over her shoulder to the embarrassed would-be suitor. “I’ve had better lickings from a Rustian.”

  Geris had no idea what a Rustian was, but she assumed it wasn’t something the pugmuff wanted to be compared to. The butthead version of James Dean muttered something under his breath about haughty wenches needing to be brought down a peg, hopped on his floating motorcycle, and hightailed it away.

  “We’re here,” Dak announced, looking down at Geris. He winked, a dimple popping out on his cheek. “This conveyance shall take us to Kita’s family home. We will stay there mayhap one moon-rising then take our leave.” His hand found her buttocks and squeezed. “I’ve the need to get you to Tryston anon,” he said hoarsely, “that I might rut inside of you.”

  Geris frowned. Whether at herself for growing aroused at his perverted announcement or at him just because she couldn’t say. “My heart be still. You have quite a way with words.”

  Dak’s eyebrows wiggled. “I have q
uite a way with lots of things.”

  She harrumphed, ignoring his soft laughter.

  * * * * *

  “I refuse!” Geris spat out, her nostrils flaring as her hands flew determinedly to her hips.

  “Nee’ka,” Dak gritted. His jaw tightened and his nostrils did a little flaring of their own. “You have seen with your own eyes that the females of this world do not wear clothing save the sash of their tribe around their waists. You will remove the qi’ka and we will speak of this no more.”

  “Oh you’re right that we won’t speak of this,” she fumed. “We won’t need to because I refuse to walk around naked!” Her hand slashed through the air. “This stupid outfit you made me wear is bad enough!”

  Dak sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Geris…” he said reasonably.

  “No.”

  “Geris,” he ground out.

  “Forget it.”

  “Ger-is,” he wailed.

  “I won’t do it.” She folded her arms under her breasts and pinched her lips together in a glower.

  Five seconds later she shrieked when the clothing came off seemingly of its own volition.

  * * * * *

  Geris was starving by the time they reached Kita’s familial home, a colossal structure that resembled a coconut-shaped stone with two massive doors and windows scattered throughout five floors. She also realized that she didn’t care much about her nudity because nobody even seemed to notice it. She refused to consider the possibility that the warriors her husband had brought along with them had noticed because she didn’t think she could handle such a revelation at the moment.

  And to think that they’d only disembarked less than an hour ago! Sweet Jesus—she could only imagine what other surprises lay in wait.

  It was all too soon until she was to find out.

  “Greetings unto you and your woman, King Q’an Tal.” A regal looking blonde female pugmuff smiled sweetly. Geris rightly assumed that the female was Kita’s wife. She exchanged kisses with Kita before turning back to Dak. “My sisters and I have prepared a bountiful feast in honor of your arrival. Please do my family the honor of joining us at table.”

  Dak waved his warriors away, telling them without words to remain outside and keep guard. He then turned back to Kita’s wife and inclined his head. “The honor belongs to me and my nee’ka.”

  Geris frowned. She wished some gas masks belonged to him and his nee’ka. The smell of jovial pugmuff laughter grew worse and worse as they entered the large stone dwelling.

  “Try to be nice,” Dak said under his breath to her. “I know the stench is nigh unto vomit-inducing, but they are a good people.”

  “I wasn’t born in a barn,” she sniffed. Actually she had been born in a barn but that was beside the point. Her mama had been in the throes of labor when they’d been attending to grandaddy’s horses while visiting him in rural Alabama. She’d ended up birthing Geris all alone out in the stables. It was a story she’d been told a few times. One that always made her smile. “Of course I won’t be rude.”

  Dak clearly held his doubts, but he said nothing. He merely grunted as he took hold of her elbow and guided her toward where the feast was currently getting under way.

  The males of the family, five in all, stood to greet the king and his queen as they strolled into the familial dining chamber. It was a crude, primitive looking room that resembled a jungle with a long table in the middle of it.

  But at least it was warm. For the first time since they’d disembarked from the gastrolight cruiser, Geris wasn’t freezing half to death.

  “Welcome!” an elder male greeted. “Greetings to you both!”

  Geris couldn’t help but to smile. Dak had been right. The people here were, if not the best smelling creatures she’d ever encountered, certainly the friendliest.

  The meal turned out to be a pleasant one, if a bit embarrassing. The males all gathered around a low table where they partook of foodstuffs together. The females sat naked on their knees, said knees spread far apart, their hands clasped behind their backs, while they were handfed by whichever male they belonged to.

  Geris gasped when a two-foot long male pugmuff tongue landed on her pussy and began to lap at it. She bodily froze, her hands clasped behind her back, her knees spread wide apart, uncertain what she should do.

  “’Tis all right,” Dak whispered down to her. “’Tis how they greet a new bride here.”

  Oh of course! How could I not have known that! She sighed.

  The tongue found her labial folds, softly swirling itself around the creases. She shivered.

  The lapping, it seemed, was like a token of affection. Sort of like pets that lapped at your skin, she thought a bit nervously. Only these creatures were able to think at a cognitive level on par with her own.

  Her eyes wide, Geris swallowed roughly. She didn’t know what to do. On one hand she didn’t want to offend anyone, but on the other hand this was just too much. The tongue that was softly lapping at her pussy was beginning to arouse her against her volition—a fact she didn’t care for at all. But when she turned embarrassed eyes up to Dak, he didn’t seem to think anything of it.

  A second tongue joined the first, licking and caressing her vaginal folds.

  Her breath came out in a rush.

  A third tongue joined in, probing inside of her pussy hole.

  She moaned, her eyes closing, her hands firmly clamped together behind her back.

  A fourth tongue found her nipple and flicked at it. She shivered as it stiffened and elongated. The fifth and final tongue found the other one and snaked around it, hardening it.

  “Oh shit,” she said shakily.

  The five tongues worked in concert, bringing her body to a fevered pitch in less than a minute. They lapped at her pussy, stroking in and out of it. They latched around her nipples and tweaked them frenziedly, making her instinctively writhe up and down on the tongue buried deep inside of her.

  The tongue licking her clit picked up its pace, rapidly flicking at the piece of swollen flesh. She moaned, her head lulling back, her nipples stiffening impossibly further into hard points.

  The tongues flicked and licked her nipples, sucked and explored her cunt. The tongue inside of her pussy hole felt like a vibrating massager, gliding in and out, in and out…

  “Oh god.” Geris came violently, groaning as her hips rocked back and forth. All five tongues darted down to her pussy hole, licking up the juice they’d managed to milk from her flesh.

  When they were finished, the entire process repeated itself. The tongues didn’t stop until Dak had finished hand-feeding Geris, some twenty minutes and four orgasms later.

  By the time they were shown to their bedroom that night, Geris was completely spent. Dak merely chuckled as he came down on the soft pillows that had been laid out for their use and gathered her into his arms.

  “’Twill be all right,” he murmured, his expression growing serious. “I know this must be overwhelming to your woman’s senses, all these new sights and experiences, but ‘twill be all right.”

  She sighed, hoping that would be the case.

  “Go to sleep, nee’ka. Fret no more.” He bent his neck to kiss her softly on the lips. When she looked up, he was grinning. “But make sure you keep your legs spread. ‘Tis the law here that a wench must sleep with her legs spread apart at all times.”

  She snorted at that. “Yeah right.”

  “’Tis true,” he said seriously. “The Rustians of the planet feed on cunt juice. Much like the vines of Dementia or the male yenni of the fabled Khan-Gor. Without it they would soon expire.”

  Geris clamped a hand to her forehead. She had no idea what any of that diatribe meant so she latched on to what was closest at hand. “Back up a second. What the hell is a Rustian?”

  “A lesser creature.”

  “A lesser creature?” She blinked. “You expect me to sleep with my legs spread open so if an animal finds its way into the room while we’re asleep, he
can feed off of me?”

  He nodded. “Aye. ‘Tis humane.”

  She frowned. “’Tis not happening.” When he opened his mouth to protest, Geris clamped her palm over it to shush him. “Dak, forget it. Let’s just go to sleep. If I’m a lawbreaker, oh well! We’ll be gone tomorrow anyway.”

  He grunted, but relented. “Fine,” he said as he removed her palm from his mouth. “But mayhap if one dies of starvation in the night you will feel guilt for a certainty—”

  “I’ll live with it,” she muttered as she snuggled into her husband’s side. “I think I’ve had enough alleged fun for one night. Let’s just go to sleep.”

  * * * * *

  Geris’s eyes crossed as she laid there in the pillows, her husband snoring soundly beside her, two Rustians going down on her like starved pigs led to the trough. Sweet Jesus, she didn’t think she could handle even one more orgasm!

  A Rustian, it turned out, was a foot tall human-looking creature that was handsome as sin and dumber than a box of rocks. Dumb, but undeniably talented.

  These creatures were wild and nomadic, making their homes were they would. Basically wherever they found a food source, which tonight at least, was between her thighs.

  She didn’t know how pugmuff women got any sleep at all with these forever-hungry Rustian things roaming around. They were gluttonous, eating like pigs, snorting into her cunt in a manner that left her gaping.

  Geris whimpered when a third one ran over, his face immediately diving between her legs. Within minutes she had five of those little human things on her, sucking and sucking and…she groaned…oh good lord—sucking.

  For the past four days it seemed as if all she had done was orgasm left and right, one climax after the other. Her brain had gone to mush she decided. That had to have been why she’d been relatively docile, at least for her, these past days.

  She came again, shuddering as an orgasm stole over her. When the five Rustians were finished dining—what a concept!—she fell back onto the pillows exhausted.