by Ann Jacobs
An hour later, after locking her in the jeweled chastity belt, Shedir was gone, off to do the bidding of his Earthly masters. Doreen stood at the edge of the landing pad, watching the bright-red bursts of rocket fire as his starship blasted off. Her clit ring tinkled against the bright gold of the belt as a warm wind swirled about her, enveloping her in a sensation of loss, though her Master would soon return.
Soon, she prayed to every deity she’d ever believed in—every one she’d heard spoken of by the Old Ones on Earth and the pleasure seekers on Obsidion. Soon Shedir would come home to stay.
* * * * *
Although his mate had never been in the villa that had been his home for many years, Shedir found the place cold and empty without Doreen. The promise of prestige and power that had driven him for so long was a lot less important than the prospect of a simple life with his loving mate and the child she soon would bear him on Luna Ten.
How could it be that the way of life he had taken for granted for so long now seemed unnecessarily regimented? Downright cruel? Shedir knew that his outlook had begun to change radically as he had fallen in love with Doreen. And he couldn’t get his friend, Conan, out of his mind.
If not for the grace of the gods, Shedir realized he could have been caught disobeying any one of the many Federation laws imposed on him. Instead of being mated with a woman he loved, he could easily be in Conan’s position—mutilated and unmanned, consigned to spend the rest of his miserable existence in the humiliating garb of a complete eunuch.
Conan had done nothing wrong. As far as Shedir was concerned, he could have done no less than try to save his brother’s humanity.
Two drones stood in Shedir’s sleeping chamber, watching him and mindlessly waiting for him to voice the smallest command. Just looking at them made him feel guilty, as much as if he’d been the one to order the obliteration of their humanity. Had these creatures been transformed as children, before they’d known love and lust? He hoped they had experienced at least a little more than the need for food and rest.
The wholesale mutilations made no sense. Mutant gene or not, its victims could have been sterilized and left to experience the joy and pain of living. The rulers had no need to steal their minds and hearts. If they had wanted to destroy the males’ ability to dominate and master their female counterparts, they could simply have made them eunuchs but let them retain their humanity and some capacity for pleasure.
Shedir laughed out loud. He found it ironic that his own ancestors had been shunned as barbarians for using castrated male slaves to guard their harems, while the rulers of today apparently thought nothing of destroying their subjects’ humanity.
The rulers had nothing against sterilizing females to use for their own pleasure. Not long ago Shedir had looked forward to the day he would be granted his own harem—concubines trained to give only carnal pleasure and expect nothing in return.
Now, all he wanted was to escape, return to Luna Ten and find each erogenous spot on Doreen’s velvety, sensitive skull while she knelt and sucked his cock. He’d fuck her tight little ass, then free her creamy cunt from his jeweled chastity belt and fill her with his hot seed while suckling her firm, pink nipples.
By now those nipples would be swollen in preparation for nourishing their child. A child who would grow up whole, free from the constant threat of mutilation or destruction. Damn it. Shedir had no desire to visit the breeding pens as his superiors had ordered him to do while he was here on Earth. He had even found it almost impossible to spend his lust on his sexbot to provide the required amount of semen while on patrol.
His lust was rampant, but only for Doreen. For months he had longed to hear her little whimpers of pleasure while he’d patrolled the galaxies, fighting sky pirates and guarding commercial transporters while they delivered goods to faraway colonies. He had barely been able to focus on business this morning as he’d given the requisite report of his patrol to his superior officer.
He had always considered Earth his home. But not now. His home was with Doreen, wherever she might be. Stripping off his uniform, he stood naked before the drones. Fuck his ambition. It made no sense when every cell in his body ached for his beloved slave.
In slow motion Shedir lifted the heavy insignia of the Federation Sky Command over his head and set it down. No more. Wrapping his naked body in the robe of a Federation semen donor, he strode from the villa, past the breeding pens he’d been ordered to visit.
Nodding to the occasional passerby, Shedir made his way to the landing pad, sparing a fleeting glance at the starship he’d commanded for so long. As he fired up the engines in his small, personal transporter, he realized he no longer needed the pride, the ambition that a Federation starship had always represented.
He was going home to his slave and their unborn son. Home to Luna Ten, this time to stay.
Epilogue
One fine day six months after Shedir’s departure, Doreen held a ladder in the orchard while Nebula was picking sweet, succulent grapes to make a new batch of ceremonial wine. They’d need more for the celebration Doreen planned for her Master’s triumphant return.
Her cunt ached with anticipation, for it had been six months since he’d mated with her, locked her in chastity and gone away. Only his son, kicking merrily in her belly, had kept her from going mad with loneliness and need.
“Do you hear that?” Nebula asked.
“What?” Then Doreen heard it—the roar of a spaceship breaking into the atmosphere of Luna Ten. “Shedir!” she yelled, dropping her basket of grapes and sprinting away. “My Master is home.”
* * * * *
Shedir scooped Doreen up, laying sweet, gentle kisses over her swollen breasts and belly as he strode with her to the fucking glade. “By the god of my forefathers, how I’ve missed this. Missed you.” Once there, he laid her on the velvety grass beneath the magic vines and lifted a thin gold chain from around his neck. A chain that held the key to the chastity belt and nipple shields.
She noticed right away that he was no longer wearing the Star Command insignia she had never before seen him without.
His clean musk and the fragrance of the purple flowers above them swirled around her. Her clit swelled and her cunt creamed with anticipation when he unlocked her jeweled restraints and swept them away.
“I have missed you, too, Master.” Greedy for the feel of his hands, his mouth, his hot cock, she spread her legs. “Will you take your pleasure now?”
With both hands, he cupped her swollen belly. “I would not hurt you or our child.”
“You will not. I beg you, Master, take me.”
Very gently, her Master lay between her legs, using his pierced tongue to trace a heated path along her wet slit. “I love your cream,” he said, laying his cheek briefly against the mound that was their child before resuming his sensual assault on her swollen sex. “I love everything about you.”
When he plucked and twisted her distended nipples, she whimpered with pleasure. It had been so long. Too long. She welcomed the rasp of his facial stubble against the tender skin of her cunt. She stroked his gleaming skull, remembering when he let out a groan of pure ecstasy how good it felt when he fondled the erogenous areas on her own cleanly shaved scalp.
For hours he petted her, giving of himself with his hands and tongue while taking little in return. When she had come until she thought she could take no more, he finally shifted, positioned his throbbing cock, and filled her as she’d longed to be filled for six long, lonely months. “Oh, yes. Master, you feel so good. So hot. Fuck me hard.”
Doreen had never felt so wanted. So cherished. So complete when he sank into her so deeply that his heavy testicles slapped against her ass. Braced as he was on his forearms, sparing her his weight, he gave her an incredibly erotic view of each careful thrust. She loved his power, so obvious in the hard bulge of his biceps, the rippling motion of his sculpted abdominal muscles.
It was the soft look in her Master’s dark eyes, though, that warmed Do
reen’s heart, told her she was more than a body to provide his pleasure. His full, soft lips still glistened with her juices when he bent to claim her mouth. She grew impossibly wetter, more swollen…wanting… “Please, Master, may I come?”
“Come. Come with me. Oh gods, I can’t hold out much longer.” He threw back his head and filled her in hot, staccato bursts that triggered feelings so intense she trembled beneath him. Bursts of sensation lifted her onto another plane where there was no thought—just the warmth of his seed searing her cunt, her inner muscles gripping him as though she could hold him inside her forever.
When Doreen began to recover, she felt his large hands cupping her head and saw him leaning over her, a look of wonder on his handsome face. “I am home to stay,” he murmured, punctuating each word with kisses along her temples.
Doreen could hardly believe her ears. Her Master was giving up the power and prestige on Earth that meant everything to him. Giving it up for her—for the sake of freedom on Luna Ten. “You mean it?”
His dark gaze met hers, and he smiled. Then he bent over her belly and lapped her distended navel. “What can I give you for giving me this child?”
Doreen met his soft, loving gaze. “I want you to help me find a mate for Nebula.”
“Anything.” Shedir gathered her in his arms, dropping kisses on her head, her throat, her swollen, aching breasts. “My precious slave, your wish is my command.”
The End
About the Author
Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®, to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive fantasy women often dream about but seldom achieve.
First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume (best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest. Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries.
A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes even contributes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at signings and conventions.
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