Seized: Trek Mi Q'an Book 1.5

by Jaid Black

  “Hmm…”

  Geris met her gaze. “Come on, Kyra. Tell me what’s going on.”

  Kyra sighed. “You said you didn’t want any more surprises.”

  “Oh shit. That sounds ominous. Just get it over with and tell—”

  “Here comes Ari,” Kyra breathed out.

  It made Geris decidedly nervous that her best friend was holding back on her. “Kyra, what—”

  “Ari is the Chief Priestess here,” Kyra said a bit too quickly. “She’ll answer all of your questions. If you have more when she’s done counseling you then put them to me, okay?”

  Geris stilled. “I know you. Better than anybody. What is going on?” she bit out.

  Kyra’s mouth worked up and down, but nothing came out. Before she could say anything more on the subject, one of the most stunningly beautiful women Geris had ever seen came strolling up to where they were seated. Geris blinked. A second ago the woman had been clear across the hall. A second later she was standing before her. What the hell…?

  The gorgeous blonde-haired woman smiled. She inclined her head. “I am called Ari, Your Highness.”

  Geris looked around, wondering who the lady was talking to. “Oh! You mean me.” She sighed. “I’m not used to people calling me that,” she muttered.

  Ari grinned. “’Tis all right.” She held out a hand. “If you would come with me anon, I will instruct you on life in Trek Mi Q’an.”

  Geris’s eyebrows shot up. “I could have used you a week ago.”

  Ari said nothing, only smiled. “Come. We shall partake of the ceremonial bath together.”

  Geris bit her lip. She glanced at Kyra who was purposely avoiding her gaze. Her eyes narrowed. “Ooookay,” she said cautiously, turning back to Ari. “I’d like to hear what you have to say.”

  Chapter 9

  Sweet Jesus.

  Those two words would swim through Geris’s mind more times than she could keep track of during the course of the evening. She had thought the experience at the mouths of the Rustians of Tojo was bad enough. The pugmuff experience had been a bit worse as far as humiliation is concerned. Being manhandled by Dak whether asleep or awake, Kefa slaves, bound servants, climaxing with a priestess in the bathing chamber “whilst they talked”—

  Sweet Jesus! Sweet Jesus! Sweet Jesus!

  It had all been enough to make a woman made of lesser stuff swoon. Geris was not made of lesser stuff and yet she still felt like swooning. All of those experiences were overwhelming singularly speaking, but when you put them together and then added them in with this Consummation Feast…

  “Bastard!” Geris snapped, jumping to her feet. “Two-timing dog!”

  Dak paled, grimacing even as he climaxed. “’Tis naught but tradition, my hearts!” he called out on a moan from across the great hall.

  “Tradition my ass!” Geris screamed, her eyes smoldering him where he sat. “Get that blue bitch off you now!”

  Kyra and another woman called Tia pulled her back down in her seat. “’Twill be all right,” Tia informed her soothingly. “Kyra did have much the same reaction, though one not quite so loud.” At Geris’s frown, Tia hastened to add, “you will get your revenge the soonest.”

  “Oh really?” Geris scowled, crossing her arms under her breasts. “How?”

  Kyra and Tia looked at each other and then at Geris, giggled and simultaneously informed her, “you’ll see.”

  She felt like she was in a daze. All Geris could do was stare at what was going on around her and try not to lose it. And this was how they greeted new brides? By forcing them to watch as Kefa slaves sucked their husbands off? Good grief! She’d hate to see how these people greeted enemies!

  “It better be true,” Geris said under her breath to Kyra. Her jaw clenched. “Those slaves better not be real women.”

  “They aren’t, Ger,” Kyra whispered. “I swear it. They are like dolls. Or 3-dimensional virtual reality games. They have no thinking processes. They aren’t even real.”

  But it didn’t matter to Geris. The longer she watched, the angrier she got. By the time the women’s turn rolled around and Geris was splayed out on a raised table while a handful of unmated warriors brought her to climax, she was so mad and hurt that she felt like smacking Dak across the face.

  Not that it would have mattered to him, she thought glumly. She was learning quickly that in this galaxy of warriors the men had firm notions on how things were to be done, notions that had been firmly ingrained after billions of years of evolution and ritual, and not one of them was keen on changing the status quo.

  Her nostrils flared as she spread her legs as far apart as they would go, giving the unmated warriors gathered around her easy access to any part of her body they wished to touch. If Dak wanted ritual, then she’d give him goddamned ritual…

  Geris’s eyebrows rose when she realized that Dak was pissed. Huh. So he didn’t like it when these other warriors touched her. Apparently the pugmuffs and Rustians had been below his notice, almost like vibrators, but the warriors were a different story entirely.

  Good! Good! Good!

  Seething, her nostrils flared as she turned to regard Jek. “Is that the best you can do between my legs? A friend of mine back on earth named Dot used to sell vibrators that packed more power!”

  Jek smiled slowly, fully aware of the fact she was trying to egg him on in an effort to make Dak jealous. “Is that a challenge you have issued me, my queen?” he asked softly.

  Geris bit her lip, uncertain if she’d gone too far. “Um…well…”

  His face dove between her legs. Her eyes crossed as her head fell back against the table. “Oh yes that was a challenge. Good lord above, I am definitely challenging you.”

  “Naughty wench,” he murmured from around her clit. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

  Geris gasped as Jek sucked her clit into his mouth. She moaned when another warrior’s mouth clamped around one of her nipples. Her hips bucked up when a third warrior’s tongue snaked around her other nipple. “Shit,” she breathed out. “Oh my god.”

  They sucked on her body for long minutes, bringing it and her to a fever pitch. Jek made appreciative mmm sounds as he sucked on her cunt, the sound of him slurping her flesh into his mouth as arousing as what his mouth was doing to her. Warriors sucked on her nipples, more warriors massaged her legs and feet. Other warriors began to gather around, two of them kissing and tonguing her belly and navel…

  “Oh my god!”

  Geris screamed as she came, hot blood rushing up to her face and heating it. Her nipples stabbed upwards, giving the warriors at her breasts more to suck on.

  She wasn’t given any time to come down from the climactic high, for a moment later she heard Dak bellowing at the warriors who had made her come. “Do not touch her again!” he snarled. “Move away anon lest I have you sent to the gulch pits!”

  The next thing Geris knew she was being hoisted up into the arms of a very angry, very jealous, and very aroused male who outweighed her by two hundred and some odd pounds. She bit her lip, a little leery. Perversely, however, she was also enjoying this display of extreme emotion. Especially given the fact that she’d secretly feared after her experience on Tojo that Dak didn’t care who touched her.

  “I need inside your channel,” Dak said hoarsely as he carried her away. “I need in it more than I need air to breathe.”

  Geris could feel his solid erection against her hip. Her eyes widened when she realized that although he’d seen her naked more often than clothed, she had no idea what his penis looked like. But lordy, lordy it felt big.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, wondering what would come next. And, she thought dryly, whether or not she’d live through it.

  Chapter 10

  Geris had been informed prior to the Consummation Feast that Ari would be in the bedchamber with them tonight, but truth be told she didn’t want the Chief Priestess’s help. She wanted Dak all to herself with nobody there to bear witness.
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  “As soon as his rod is impaled within your channel, I shall take my leave,” Ari whispered to her. “I am here but to aid you, my dear. Not to upset you.”

  Geris smiled at her. “Read my thoughts. You don’t upset me. But I can’t take…”

  “I know.” Ari grinned. “’Tis a jealous heeka-beast you are.” She winked. “’Twill be all right. Some wenches enjoy watching what others do not. I will touch no body but yours. ‘Tis a vow.”

  Geris blew out a breath. That much she could handle. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been groped by a lot of others up until this point, she thought grimly. Besides, there were worse things in life than having a drop-dead gorgeous woman massage various parts of your body. Like—sweet Jesus!—five pugmuff tongues licking you all over.

  Ari’s soft laughter echoed throughout the bedchamber as she helped Geris out of her white qi’ka. “You enjoyed it and well you know it. I can read your thoughts, aye?” She grinned. “They are a wicked talented race of males. Leastways, their tongues are.”

  Geris snorted at that. “I refuse to remember that evening fondly, thank you just the same.”

  “But you will always recall this moon-rising with a smile,” she murmured. “’Twill be the best eve of your life.”

  Geris considered that as she climbed up onto the raised bed. Naked, she didn’t bother to try and shield herself from the priestess. What was the point? Ari had already seen her naked in the bathing chamber.

  “Lie down,” Ari murmured as she summoned off her own clothing. Her puffy pink nipples stood out in contrast to her honey-tanned skin. “Your Sacred Mate is about to re-enter the bedchamber.”

  He did, not even thirty seconds later. Geris’s eyes slightly widened when she saw him. She could never recall being more attracted to a man in her life. He looked larger than life, standing there at the foot of the bed with a possessive expression on his face. His breathing was ragged, perspiration already dotting his chest and forehead. Every muscle in his impressive body tensed as he drank in the sight of her, naked and waiting to be mounted by him.

  “Lie all the way down,” Ari murmured. “Spread your legs apart and offer your body to your mate.”

  She did as the Chief Priestess instructed, figuring the thousand-year-old woman would know what was best for Dak’s peace of mind better than she did…a peace of mind Geris was quickly fearing was deserting him. The control he was wielding over his emotions was so tenuous it was beginning to frighten her. Her bridal necklace was pulsing so rapidly it made her nerves go on edge. His eyes were narrowed in a manner she’d never before seen, his hulking musculature corded and tensed.

  Geris glanced away, unable to maintain eye contact. She had never behaved so docily in her life, but she found herself immediately obeying Ari and lying on her back. She spread her legs wide open and exhaled.

  “Not good enough,” Ari whispered. “Not to a Trystonni male. Leastways, not to one so far gone.”

  Geris turned her head and gazed uncomprehendingly at her.

  “Show your submission to him.” When Geris narrowed her eyes, Ari placed two fingertips over her lips. “Shh. Do as you are bade or the mounting will be fierce wicked. Later you can handle that. This moon-rising you needs be mounted gently.”

  Her almond-shaped eyes widened. “What do I do?” This was beginning to get a little scary.

  “Use your fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. Do not make eye contact.”

  “What if he still hurts me?” she fiercely whispered.

  Ari ran a hand over her brow. “’Twill be all right.”

  The bridal necklace pulsed more rapidly. When a small growling sound emitted from Dak’s throat, a sound very akin to a wild animal displaying dominance, Geris yelped and immediately spread apart her pussy lips.

  Sweet Jesus!

  Dak grunted in an arrogant, appeased manner that somehow made her feel better. It was like he was okay again, a state she wanted to keep him in until this was over. She released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in. Good grief! She felt like she was about to be mounted by Cro-Magnon man!

  The feel of the raised bed dipping slightly under the pressure of Dak’s weight told Geris that he would be taking her at any moment. The sound of his leathers being discarded to the floor snagged her attention. Unable to resist a preview of what was about to enter her body, she braved a quick glance at his erect penis. She did a double take. She gasped.

  Holy shiiiiit!

  Dak dragged his gaze back from where the naked Chief Priestess sat next to him and leveled it onto his bride. He took in the sight of her tempting onyx body stretched out and splayed wide, ready to accommodate him, and his nostrils flared with the satisfaction of an accomplished hunter. His breathing was choppy, his control stretched.

  ‘Twas time.

  Dak summoned the clothes from his body, one golden eyebrow arching arrogantly when he heard his nee’ka’s drawn-in breath at the sight of his fierce erection. “Aye?”

  Geris licked her lips. Her almond-shaped eyes rounded disbelievingly. “Sweet Jesus,” she muttered.

  Dak grinned. “You know what they say, my hearts.”

  “W-What’s that?”

  “Once you go Dak, you never go back.”

  Geris believed him. Good lord in heaven how she believed him. She could only pray that she would manage to live through this night without being split in half. Unthinkingly, she released her pussy lips and clamped her hands to her forehead. “Uh, Ari…there is no way in the hell that thing will ever fit!”

  The bridal necklace began to pulse red—anger. Her lips pinched together in a frown. “Dak!” she said, exasperated. “It’s huge! I’ve seen baseball bats smaller than that!”

  He grunted, the sound arrogant. “Leastways,” he sniffed, “‘tis for a certainty your Dot has no toys such as this one.” He grabbed his penis by the base and squeezed. “Else pilgrims would trek to her doors at all hours, beseeching her to share of her prized treasure.”

  Geris rolled her eyes. Then she frowned. “How did you hear me talk about Dot from all the way across the…” She sighed. “Never mind. I’m sure I don’t want to know. I guess it’s true what they say about the size of a man’s ears,” she said grimly.

  Ari chuckled. “Twill be all right, my queen.”

  “My ass it will!” She made to sit up. “Forget it!”

  Dak’s jaw clenched. His eyes narrowed a fraction of a second before Geris lost all control over her body. She gasped when she was thrust back down on the raised bed by forces unseen. As if she had been pinioned and tied by invisible ropes, her arms were thrown back over her head and her thighs were spread wide apart. Her nostrils flared. “You suck,” she ground out.

  Dak stared at her exposed cunt intensely, making her eyes widen, causing her anger to dissolve into worry. “I shall begin as I mean to go on,” he declared in a firm tone as he drew closer. “No more shall I permit my love of the hearts for you to interfere with my law.”

  Geris’s eyes narrowed. She refused to be swayed by his inadvertent declaration of love. Even if it was doing odd things to her heart. “Your law?”

  “Aye. My law.” He palmed her breasts and began to gently knead them.

  “What is your law?” She frowned, disliking how good his hands felt there when she wanted to talk.

  One dominant eyebrow rose, showing her a side of Dak she’d never before seen until this night. A side that made her feel a bit hesitant, a bit frightened of a man who until this moment she’d never feared in the slightest.

  “You will do as you are bade by me, nee’ka,” he said softly—too softly. “Always. Do I tell you to go to your rooms, you go without question. Do I tell you to bend o’er and accept a child’s spanking as a punishment, you will do it. Do I tell you to spread your legs for my pleasure, you spread them.” His jaw tightened. “This is my law.”

  Her teeth gritted. “Oh really.”

  “Aye,” he growled. “Really.”

  “’Tis
not the time for this,” Ari murmured into her ear. “He is feeling nigh unto the animal for need of you. You can hold your own and well you know it. Fight later, join now.”

  Geris sighed. This was just too much. And yet she knew Ari was speaking the truth. Dak had a tangible desperateness to be inside of her, to brand her as it were. Perhaps after that branding took place he’d go back to acting like the man he’d been since the moment they’d first met. The man he’d been clear up until now.

  The man she had fallen hopelessly in love with.

  Because if he didn’t she’d kill him in his sleep.

  Dak nuzzled the inside of one of her thighs with his face. “I need you, ty’ka,” he said hoarsely before kissing it. Rising up on his knees and grabbing her thighs with either hand, he placed the head of his erection at the opening of her vagina and began to slowly push inside. “And I love you,” he murmured.

  “Oh Dak,” Geris breathed out. To actually hear those words on his lips made her feel a happiness inside she’d never expected to feel for a man. She shuddered, opening her mouth to give him the words back. She felt them too. And it was time to tell him. “I l—aaaaaaaagggghhh!”

  Geris gasped, a numbing pain splintering through her insides, as Dak plunged his huge cock into her all the way to the hilt.

  “So sorry,” he muttered, his teeth gritting. His golden hair was soaked at the temples from perspiration. His eyes closed briefly. His breathing was ragged. “I tried to wait, but I—”

  “Your Highness!” Ari chastised before thumping him soundly on the shoulder. “What do you to your nee’ka!”

  He grunted. “’Tis wicked mean, this! I cannot go slow!” he bellowed.

  The Chief Priestess tsk-tsked him but said nothing else. The damage had already been done. All they could hope for now was that Geris would recover from the shock of it soon.

  Geris heard none of their fighting. She was too busy lying on her back, her eyes crossed—and not in a good way this time!—gaping dumbly as she came to terms with the fact that she’d just had a cock which felt the size of a small country impaled inside of her like nobody’s business. “Oh. My. God.”