Abziarr and his unwilling Queen (Lords of Arr'Carthian 1.5)

by Cathy McAllister

“You will be mine,” I promised huskily. “… soon. And when you are, you will not only want it with every fibre in your body, but also with all your soul and from the bottom of your heart.”

  “No!” she contradicted me, but her body was pressing against mine, proving that her words were lies.

  I moved away from her, taking her left arm, to put the handcuff around her wrist. She looked at me - shocked and reproachful.

  “How can you …” she began, but I silenced her outburst with my lips.

  She wanted to move away, but as my tongue pushed assertively into her mouth she responded to my kiss, sinking against me. I took my time to enjoy the brief moment of cease-fire, exploring her sweet mouth fully. When I stopped kissing her, we were both breathless and she was silent until I attached the other end of the chain to my wrist.

  “Ooh! You damn ass-hole!” she swore in rage. “I’m going to make your life hell! Bastard! Macho pig! ASS-HOLE!”

  “You can carry on swearing, but in the meantime we’re still going to the hall – breakfast awaits us there,” I informed her, unmoved, then I turned away. When the chain was so taught that she had no choice but to walk behind me, she began the list of insults again. I was amazed by how many swearwords one female could name, although ass-hole seemed to be her favorite. Some insults really were damn creative and I had to smile when she called me a mangy bundle of fur.

  Chapter 3

  When I took my seat, Susan stubbornly stayed on her feet behind me, as far away as the chain allowed. Although I admired her fighting spirit and was enjoying our little game, I did want her to eat something.

  “Sit down,” I said in a tone that would not permit disagreement - a tone that no one had yet refused to comply with - but not so my little mate - she stubbornly remained where she was. I sighed and slowly pulled her towards me with the help of the chain. Leaning back in my chair, I looked up at her.

  “If you don’t sit down on your seat and eat your breakfast, I’ll sit you on this table, remove the ridiculous clothing from your legs and feast on your sweet juices until you cry out my name. Not that I’d have anything against doing that, but I think that it could be a little awkward for you if I do that here in public.”

  Her skin had assumed a beautiful red color and I had to grin. I was tempted to wish that I could carry out my threat. The mere thought of tasting her and making her call out my name caused my cock to swell to a very uncomfortable size. I had to change my position to sit at all comfortably.

  To my disappointment she finally sat down and began to eat without deigning to look at me.

  “That’s a shame,” I said, and she glared at me.

  “What?” she asked angrily.

  “Now I have a problem,” I said, smiling sadly.

  “A problem?” she asked, her brow raised.

  “Yes, my cock is so hard that I don’t know how to sit.”

  “Not my problem,” she murmured, avoiding my gaze.

  I laughed.

  “I already feared that you wouldn’t be prepared to help me with my little problem,” I replied, sighing.

  “Hell is more likely to freeze over,” she said. “I hope it’s really uncomfortable!”

  “It is, I can assure you, if that makes you happy,” I murmured, picking at my breakfast.

  “I hope I can make your life a lot more uncomfortable,” she responded sweetly.

  I laughed.

  “I’m already happy that you’ve abandoned the idea of killing me and are now only set upon making things uncomfortable for me.”

  A nasty little smile appeared on her face and she looked at me.

  “Who says that I’ve abandoned the idea of killing you? You really ought to be careful.”

  The door opened and Lomkas, one of my best males, entered.

  “Please excuse the interruption, sir. But you’re needed in the communication room. Prince Marruk requests an interview.”

  “We’re coming,” I said, rising from my chair. I looked at Susan. “Are you coming, my love?”

  “Do I have any choice?” she replied curtly, standing up, too.

  “Well, if you don’t want me to speak with Marruk, then I’ll ask for him to be told that and we’ll finish our breakfast in peace,” I said, making a move to sit down again.

  “I will come with you,” she hissed angrily. “I’m very curious about this interview!”

  I gallantly offered her my arm, but she ignored me and this was how we set off to the communication room – with her one step behind me to my right.

  The communication room was the only room in the castle in which technology could be seen. Even though the whole castle was equipped with technology, it was largely hidden, because here on Karrx7 we liked things simple and a little archaic. One side of the room was completely taken up with a huge screen: in front of this was the control desk with all its switches, levers and light indicators. There were five comfortable armchairs and I asked Susan to take a place before I sat down. Marruk, Keela, Kordan and Mortociar could be seen on the screen.

  “Hello Abziarr, Susan,” said Marruk, leaning forward a little so that he looked a little larger on the screen than the other three beside him.

  “What do you wish to say to me?” I asked, leaning back, relaxed.

  “I’d like to ask you not to jeopardize our recently signed peace treaty because of a female. If she is not with you of her own free will then there is no reason to keep her with you.”

  He turned to Susan who was sitting next to me, her arms folded.

  “Are you at Abziarr’s castle of your own free will, and do you wish to stay there?”

  “No to both!” replied Susan.

  “Do you also want to tell him how you pressed against me when I kissed you? “ I challenged her, glancing at Susan.

  She turned to me, glaring angrily.

  “Fuck you! Ass-hole!”

  I laughed and could see that Mortociar also looked somewhat amused, although he hastily tried to hide it by pretending to cough.

  “As I can see she is not a willing guest, otherwise you would hardly need to put her on a chain,” said Marruk angrily.

  I raised my right arm and the chain jingled.

  “Oh, that?” I replied, shrugging. “Well, it is perhaps a little unusual, but it saves me the hassle of having to run after her continually. If I have understood correctly, Kordan also had to … use a little force to convince his mate. I have the same right over my mate as all of you. You’ve already taken one mate from me, Marruk and I’ve buried my resentment. But this time I won’t. Come here and you will have a war. I won’t let her go. She. Is. MINE!”

  “She is a guest in our house and the best friend of my mate. That is why we will come. As you have seen to it that our gliders are unusable we will need a little longer to get to you and if we then find that Susan is still unhappy with her situation, then our peace treaty is null and void! Is that clear?”

  I nodded.

  “Completely and utterly,” I replied.

  “Susan?” asked Keela, leaning forward. “Are you OK?”

  “Yes, I’m having great fun,” answered Susan sarcastically. “Don’t worry, Keela, sweetie - I can deal with this testosterone-driven pussycat!”

  I looked at her, amused and laughed before turning to Marruk and Keela.

  “As you can see, I haven’t yet clipped her claws. She is fully capable of putting up a fight and I wonder which of the two of us here should actually be pitied.”

  Now the corner of Marruk’s mouth was twitching, too.

  “I wonder, too,” he said and the amusement could clearly be heard in his voice. “Good luck.”

  I grinned and pressed on the switch to end the interview.

  The rest of the day ran relatively uneventfully. Susan behaved like a shadow. She had no choice but to follow me everywhere, but she did not say a word. When we were in my chambers I unfastened the chain, so that she could use the toilet and not feel too restricted, but as soon as we left the chambers
I put the chain back on. Susan made no move to resist and I was a little worried that she was cooking up a plan. It was too much of a transformation for me to put that past her. When we returned to my chamber after dinner I unfastened the chain and went into the bathroom. I felt like a bath so I undressed and climbed into the warm pool that was fed by an underground thermal spring. It felt good to relax my limbs in the warm water and I sighed quietly. I hoped that I could soon enjoy this pool with Susan. The thought of making love to her here in this warm water made me hard yet again. My tiger grew restless, too. Thinking about my beautiful, but unfortunately unwilling queen, I used my hand to help relieve my little problem. Just as I was about to explode there was a knock at the door. I swore quietly.

  “Ass-hole!” I could hear Susan’s voice. The fact that she addressed me in this way told me that she had not, at least, lost her passion.

  “What?” I called back.

  “How long are you intending to stay in there? I need to go to the little girl’s room, too.”

  “You can come in. The toilet’s free,” I called.

  “Are you dressed?” she asked.

  I looked down at myself. There was fortunately nothing to be seen of my hard cock, as the water was quite dark and I had not turned on the underwater lighting. In fact I had not put on any lighting, I now realized, as I possessed good eyes and the moonlight coming through the glass dome was providing me with enough light.

  “Well?” I heard Susan’s impatient voice.

  “I’m not dressed, but I’m in the water. Don’t worry, I’m covered up decently, if you …” I was actually going to end with the words: ‘… don’t turn on the pool lighting’, when the door opened and Susan, saying: “It’s so dark in here!” turned on the light - more precisely, the pool lighting.

  Her eyes fell upon me and what was a pretty obvious hard-on. She uttered a shocked “Huh!” and put her hands in front of her eyes.

  “You call that covered up decently? You did that on purpose, you perverted ass-hole!”

  “You didn’t let me finish speaking,” I replied calmly. “I wanted to say: if you don’t turn on the pool lighting. Unfortunately you did precisely that. Not my fault.”

  “And you think it’s perfectly normal that you … that you …?” she began, but stopped short.

  “That I what?” I asked innocently.

  “That you’re sitting in the water with a bloody hard-on!”

  “Excuse me for being a potent male with a mate who won’t deal with this little problem. That means I have to just deal with it myself!”

  “Little problem, huh? Amusing. Very amusing. I’d actually call that a big problem!”

  “Are you meaning to say that I have a big cock?” I asked, amused.

  She still had her hands in front of her face, yet I could see that she was blushing. How much I would have liked to pull her into the pool with me right now and make her cry out.

  “That. Was not. What. I Meant!” she said in a forced way.

  “Susan, listen to me, OK? We now have the following possibilities: you can pretend that you didn’t see anything, go to the toilet and disappear again; or you wait till I’ve dealt with the … big problem and can get out of the water; or you help me with my problem.”

  “You’re crazy!” she said, but she began to giggle. It was the first time that she laughed in my presence without it being sarcastic.

  “I may be crazy but I also have a terrible hard-on and I’d like it if we could somehow sort out the problem.”

  “Sorry, Abziarr, but you have to deal with this yourself. I’m going to quickly go for a wee and then I’m out of here.”

  Was she aware that she had just said my name, rather than calling me ass-hole?

  She turned to the door and took her hands away from her face.

  “Which switch does what?” she asked.

  “Light on the right, pool on the left,” I replied.

  First she turned on the ceiling light then she turned off the pool lighting. Without looking towards me again, she hurried past the pool to the toilet that was behind another door. Soon after, she rushed past me again and fled from the bathroom. For a long time I stared at the closed door through which she had disappeared and realized at some point that my problem had sorted itself out. Somehow I no longer felt like using my hand. I got out of the water and dried myself, then wrapped a dry towel around my hips and left the bathroom.

  Susan had made herself comfortable on the couch and had clearly fallen asleep. I walked up to the couch and looked down at her. She was lying on her stomach, her head resting on her arms. Her long lashes were casting shadows onto her cheeks and her lips were slightly open. Her long hair fell in heavy waves down her back. I bent over her and lifted several strands in my hands. Her hair felt silky. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled its scent. Slowly, I let the strands slip down again. I stood there indecisively, considering what I should do. I did not want to wake Susan, but I did want her near me. I wondered whether she would wake up if I lifted her and carried her to my bed. She would definitely resist if she were to wake up. I bent over and carefully lifted her into my arms. She murmured something and my heart beat faster - but she did not wake up – instead, she snuggled into my chest more closely, sighing quietly. I carried her to the bed and lay her in the middle. I carefully undid the strange fastener on her trousers and pulled the piece of clothing down her slim legs before putting out the light and lying next to her. She had rolled to the side and was lying with her back to me. I lay behind her, pulling her closely to me so that my chin was resting on the back of her head. If only it could always be like this with us, I thought longingly. The feeling of holding her in my arms was indescribable.

  As much as I was enjoying this little game of chase, I did wish that she was a little more approachable. I had no idea how long I could control my tiger. Normally I had my animal side well under control, but when a male of my race met his mate, the final bonding did not usually take long – this was triggered by a bite from the male. If this ritual did not take place before the animal side became too restless, it was possible that the tiger would take control and this could very well end fatally for the female. There were four races on Karrx7. The Carthians were cheetah shifters, the Mesuthomians were wolf shifters, the Moliwians were dragon shifters and my people, the Verkuzzis, were tiger shifters. However, it was not only the animal that distinguished these four races, but also the rituals and the dangers associated with those. As the females of our races very rarely caused problems acquiescing to the mates, there were very rarely problems. But the earth females needed a much longer period of courting and that complicated matters. With my first mate my tiger had been far less aggressive: maybe the connection with Morika had only appealed to half of my being. I could already sense, even after such a short time, how strong the connection with Susan was compared with that with Morika. However, because of this, the danger was also greater that I could lose control. I had to be very careful. I would rather kill myself that risk harming Susan.

  When she was lying in my arms like this I could hardly imagine the way she so aggressively fought me when she was awake. I had to win her for myself. If only I knew how I could do that. She was so different. I regretted not speaking at more length with Kordan. Perhaps he would have been able to give me more advice about the way these females thought and felt – how one could bring them to give up the fight. Damn it! If Kordan had succeeded, then I must be able to succeed, too. Kordan was as cold as an ice-berg. It bewildered me that Kordan had managed to win Lory over. I had seen Lory and watched her. She was probably even more stubborn than Susan and trained in combat. I had heard stories about her having been a sort of warrior on her planet. Susan certainly seemed to be knowledgeable about combat, too. Was earth a planet full of female warriors? That would not tie in with Keela and Amber, though. Both of those females were indeed, likewise, courageous and confident, but nowhere near as aggressive as Lory and Susan. The mystery surrounding my mate’s heart k
ept me awake for a long time, but at some point I slipped into sleep, holding Susan tightly in my arms.

  I awoke and was immediately fully aware of the proximity of my mate. She must have turned over in her sleep and was now facing me. Her hand was resting on my chest and she had put one of her legs over mine. Her scent enveloped me and I put my nose into her mop of hair to inhale her aroma. My hand was lying on her hip and I slowly moved it to her bottom and pulled my mate closer to me. She sighed in her sleep and murmured my name. My heart beat faster. Damn it! I wanted nothing more than to sink into her soft, moist heat and make her cry my name out loud. I moved my hand between her thighs, under her pantie material and discovered, to my joy and amazement, that she was wet. She groaned quietly in her sleep. Was she dreaming about me? She had said my name and she was wet and ready for me. The thought that, in her dream, she wanted to give me what she so aggressively resisted when awake made me jealous of my dream ego.

  Slowly I began to explore her soft, wet flesh. I found her small, hidden pearl and rubbed it gently. Again she groaned quietly and her pelvis pushed against my hand. I could not resist temptation and slipped my finger into her warm, snug opening.

  “Abziarr,” she murmured, this time louder and clearer.

  “Yes, Carisha,” I whispered into her ear, whilst pushing a second finger into her and moving my thumb over her pearl. “Come for me, Carisha. That’s good.”

  She moved more restlessly under my caresses and I could feel her warm flesh enclosing my fingers more tightly, whilst I increased the speed with which I was massaging her pearl. Then a throaty sound slipped from her and the muscles of her vagina began to contract, quivering.

  “Yes, Carisha, that’s right. Yes!”

  She started, throwing open her eyes. Our eyes met and for a moment I thought I saw tenderness in her brown eyes, but then realization forced its way through the mist of her drowsiness and she moved away from me in shock, sitting up.

  “What …?” she began, staring at my hand, still glistening from her juices. I could not resist putting my finger into my mouth to taste her. She tasted unbelievably good.