by Renee Rose
“Stay here,” he breathed, pushing her back into the corridor as he crept out silently, arms bent at the ready to smash any foes. She wondered why he didn’t use the laser gun at his hip.
There was no way she was staying in the tunnel, though. What if the entryway rolled shut and she got locked in there alone? She had no way of navigating that maze or finding another exit.
She followed, keeping her footsteps slow to avoid making sound. Could she outrun the male?
Doubtful.
She’d have to find a hiding place, then. She moved with unpracticed stealth in the opposite direction from the one Tomis had gone, skirting the giant boulder, searching for any kind of hiding place. Another crop of large stones lay beyond, and she made her way toward those, praying they weren’t already inhabited by a being or beast.
She never found out because she stepped on some kind of trigger and giant metal cage dropped around her, its floor snapping up beneath her feet before it lifted back off the ground. Her heart shot up into her throat, choking her scream. Were the beings who set the trap around? Fists closing around the cool metal bars, she shook her prison but found it solid, not budging.
“Tomis!” she cried, cursing the fear in her voice. He was less threatening than the unknown trap-setter at the moment. She could always run away from him again later.
“Talia?” The note of alarm matched her own. Like a beautiful wild animal, Tomis appeared from around the boulder at top speed, his steps nearly silent despite his mass and velocity. He leaped a distance of nearly two lengths of her body onto the cage, causing it to swing on the tree branch where it hung.
He uttered a low curse and scaled the cage, shaking the structure when he landed on the roof. Another oath.
He vaulted to the ground, landed softly, and surveyed the cage. He slid beneath it and let out a low chuckle. “Don’t worry, starshine. They left a key.”
“Who left a key?”
“Probably the last Zandian inhabitants here. Before the genocide. It looks old. I looked around before you ran into your trouble. There’s no beings about. Doesn’t look like any have been here in a long time.”
He emerged with a curved piece of metal on a chain, which he stretched to the hinge on the floor of the cage and fit into a small slot. The bottom fell open, and she tumbled to the ground. He smiled and reached for her hand to help her to her feet. “It must have been for trapping beasts. Come on.”
She toddled forward on shaking legs. “Wh-what kind of beasts?”
His gaze swept the darkness around them. “Could be a number of animals.” His smile faded and brows went down. “What in the hell were you doing over here?”
“Nothing,” she answered quickly. “Simply checking this area for danger.”
Tomis’ eyes narrowed. “It is dishonorable for a Zandian to lie.” He closed his fingers around her wrist and yanked her forward, against his body. “And I’m fairly certain that was an untruth, little female. I believe punishment is in order.”
Her bottom tingled at the memory of his earlier slaps. But she feared punishment meant something far worse. Why then, did her nipples pucker as if he’d suggested something far more appealing? Something...sexual?
With a swift yank, he ripped his shirt from her head, leaving her stark naked, the way she’d been when he found her. Her body immediately responded, breasts growing heavy, pussy moistening.
Stars knew why she didn’t run. Simply stood there, waiting to see what he would do next. Her body hummed with possibility, with desire. Bottom clenched with the possibility of feeling his palm again.
He gripped her hand, the same way he had in the tunnels, and tugged her to the boulder, where he pulled them both to the ground. In a flash, he had her upended over his extended thighs, her ass presented.
She should have run.
Except nothing would make her miss finding out what happened next. What the huge warrior would do with a naked female sprawled across his lap.
He brought his hand down on her ass, and her enchantment with the situation immediately vanished.
“Ouch!”
“I know, sweet female. I intend to make it smart.” His large palm crashed down on the other cheek. He continued, picking up speed, spanking harder and faster with each passing moment.
She quickly deemed it enough and attempted to scramble away, but he held her tight with an arm clamped over her waist. No amount of wriggling or kicking could make him stop.
She kept her mouth shut at first, determined not to let him know how much it hurt, but he went on and on with no sign of stopping. Her bottom burned—she was certain her lavender skin had turned magenta.
“No more!” she cried, rolling her ass over his lap.
He responded by slapping the backs of her thighs, where the flesh was far more sensitive.
“Tomis, please! I’m sorry!” She hadn’t meant to apologize, but it tumbled out and seemed to do the trick, because the warrior stopped and ran his palm over her burning ass.
~.~
“I like it when you beg.” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. But it was true. He enjoyed it far too much. He’d liked punishing her far more than he should have, too. Her beautiful ass turning rosy under his hand, her squirming hips pressing against his erection, the little gasps she made.
She’d liked it, too, though he doubted she’d admit it. The scent of her arousal nearly made him dizzy with lust.
He stroked the curves of her ass, though he knew he should stop touching her, get her vecking gorgeous form off his lap before he lifted her to her hands and knees and pounded her hard from behind.
Oh stars. The things he wanted to do to that hot little body of hers.
His pulse stuttered when she slowly parted her thighs.
Holy Zandian star, did she want him to touch her there? Without contemplating the consequences, he slid his fingers between her thighs and rubbed roughly over her wet slit.
Her moan made him bite down hard on his lip, drawing blood.
He dragged his thumb down the crack of her ass, massaging it against her anus while his digits continued to explore her slick feminine folds.
She arched her ass up to his hand, giving him all the permission he needed.
He sought her clit and rubbed it with his middle finger before dipping it lower and exploring her tight entrance. He screwed one digit in, his heartrate kicking up another notch when she wriggled and moaned.
“Do you need me to satisfy that ache between your legs, starshine?”
“Yes.” Her immediate reply punched his cock into the stiffest erection he’d ever had. And then it hit him. Zandian breeding season. They both were responding to the natural urges of the planet, which drew their bodies to mate like some inexorable force. Well, who was he to argue if her body required satiating?
He wouldn’t veck her. He couldn’t. But he could certainly give her a little relief.
Massaging her anus with his thumb, he pumped his middle finger in and out of her. But the urge to taste her overcame him. Stroking wasn’t enough. She needed his mouth, his tongue. He withdrew his finger and flipped her over on his lap, lifting and parting her thighs. He draped one over his shoulder and held the other knee wide, giving him access to the pink heart of her sex.
“I need to taste this sweet little pussy,” he rumbled and licked a long line from her anus to her clit.
She let out a shaky sound, her pelvic floor contracting and lifting.
“Do you like that, starshine?”
“Yes.” Again, no hesitation.
It gave him all the encouragement he needed to go on. He traced her inner lips with the tip of his tongue then sought her clit, flicking his tongue over it. She tasted like...perfection. He wanted her feminine tang to be all he ever feasted on.
Her cry of satisfaction made his cock throb. He’d have to jerk off soon, or Talia would end up filled with Zandian cock, vecked without mercy until her head spun.
He buried his face between her legs, licking a
nd sucking her labia, nipping them. He plunged his thumb inside her, vecked her quickly with short, hard strokes.
Her fingers tore at his hair. “Tomis.”
“That’s right, starshine. Who knows how to take care of your greedy little pussy?”
“Y-you do.” She pulled him tighter and the leg hooked over his shoulder. He suctioned his lips over the little nub of her clit, sucking hard.
She clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her scream.
He pumped his thumb and sucked, his middle finger finding her anus. “Who, Talia? Say my name again.”
She arched into him, rubbed her juicy pussy against his mouth, her anus clenching and trembling beneath his touch. “Tomis!”
A surge of satisfaction whipped through him, despite the throb in his cock. Fulfilling his female was all he cared about. He tap-tap-tapped her back hole, and she shattered, her thighs clenching, feet dancing, bottom lifting and clenching. Her pussy squeezed his thumb in quick pulses.
She stuffed her knuckles into her mouth, howling around them as her bottom bucked against his face.
He waited until every last tremor released before he eased his thumb out and kissed every part of her pink center. He pressed his lips against her inner thigh and disentangled her legs from his shoulders, lifting her ankles high in the air.
Her pert little ass lifted high in the air, her protruding sex taunted him. He started spanking her again, enjoying the new position, the way she bucked and jerked under his palm. After a dozen smacks, he stopped and kissed each reddened cheek. “That’s for being an unbelievable temptation to me.” He lowered her hips to his lap, tucked her knees against his chest, and stroked her tantalizing curves.
“What’s holding you back?” Her husky voice nearly made him come in his combat pants. Her head lay on the mossy ground, chestnut hair fanned out around her heart-shaped face.
He delivered a light slap to her flank. “You’re not mine to take. Veck, I wish you were. The planet—” He tightened his grip on her thigh.
She leaned up on her elbows, causing her breasts to shift and slide with gravity.
His mouth watered to take each of those dusky nipples in his mouth and suck until she clawed at his shoulders for more.
“What is it about the planet?” She sounded breathless. “It’s doing something to us, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “The crystals—they fuel our bodies. Plus, it’s breeding season. Once a solar cycle, Zandian females come into season. It lasts forty-five to fifty planet rotations. Have you felt it before?”
A furrow appeared between her brows, and she shook her head. “What makes you so sure I’m Zandian?”
He gave a short bark of laughter. “Starshine, you are everything that is sacred and beautiful about a Zandian female.” He allowed his gaze to roam where it had wanted to be the entire time, absorbing the lusciousness of every curve, every valley. Nothing about her wasn’t perfect, from the delicate slope of her collarbone to the twin globes of her breasts—just enough to hold in each of his hands—and her flat belly and long, muscular legs. And he’d never forget exploring the sweet flower hidden between those thighs.
“But why can’t I see in the dark like you?”
He frowned. “Perhaps because you’ve been away from the crystals for so long. And you appear underfed, love.” He hoped she wouldn’t take it as an insult, but she certainly seemed too small to be the daughter of the enormous warrior, Seke.
She attempted to roll away from him, but he held her captive.
“Am I right?”
Her jaw firmed, but she nodded. “I was often hungry, yes.”
He dropped a kiss on her knee. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you’ll recover quickly now that you have access to the crystals.”
She tilted her head. “What about you? Haven’t you been away, too?”
“I was lucky enough to escape. My mother put me on an airship with the governor of my district. They took as many children from our province as they could. Later, I was fostered for arms training to your father on the palatial pod that became Prince Zander’s home. Prince Zander escaped with several large specimens of crystal, and they created crystal baths on the pod for any of his species to use. If he’d known of your existence, you would have been invited to use them, and given refuge and training, if you desired.”
She studied him warily, as if unsure whether to believe him.
He stroked his palm up her firm thigh, circling it around the curve of her hip. “I speak the truth, Talia. I would never trick you. Zandians have honor.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Is it honorable to strip females and slap their bare asses?”
He grinned. “You’re not hurt. Tell me that you’re hurt, and I’ll never do it again.”
Even in the darkness, he saw her face flush darker purple. She reached for her ass and stroked it. “No, I’m not hurt.”
“You liked it.”
More violet stained her cheeks. “I did not.”
Yet, the scent of her arousal bloomed once more.
Veck. He’d been attempting to alleviate the ache in his cock by not moving, but his erection punched out again.
“I’m hungry,” she said, probably to distract him from the conversation.
He arched a brow. “Are you, starshine? The crystal core of the planet should provide enough.”
Confusion flitted over her face. “You don’t eat?”
“Once every ten planet rotations. We don’t require it for energy, only to provide a few nutrients our bodies require.” He shifted her off his lap, the need to satisfy this lovely female on every level too strong to remain still. “If you’re hungry, though, I’ll go hunt.”
“No, I’ll wait. I thought I required food.” She sat up and reached for his balled up shirt.
He snatched it away from her. “Sorry, love. You’re on clothing restriction for running off.”
Her eyes widened and full lips parted and, judging by her scent, the edict left her more aroused than angry. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“I’ll give you this shirt back when you’ve earned my trust. Until I get you to safety, starshine, you’re in my keeping, which means I’m your master. When I give you an order, you obey or suffer the consequences.”
~.~
Her pussy clenched, despite her anger. “And the consequence is my nudity?” Damn her voice for wobbling.
“Yes. It will help you remember I’m your master.”
As much as she wanted to slap his face for saying it, her body reveled in the idea. Heat prickled all over, her bottom clenching and tingling as she remembered the spanking. It hadn’t hurt. Not in retrospect. It had shocked her. Stung, a bit, but she understood his design had been to put her in her place, not to harm her. Same as stripping her of clothing.
It wasn’t a new concept. King Fluut had employed the same one, hadn’t he? Stripped her and hung her on his wall?
“Same as Fluut, then.”
The smile fell away from his face, and she instantly regretted the comparison. They were not the same at all. Fluut had been cold, heartless, and disgusting. Tomis had said if the spanking truly hurt, he wouldn’t do it again. He was kind and handsome. Extraordinarily handsome, now that she had time to study. Sturdy jaw and an easy, generous smile. Wide brown-violet eyes rimmed with long, dark lashes. His hair was closely shorn, making the horns stand out on the top of his head.
His brows furrowed and jaw clenched in a mulish angle, and he lifted her by the armpits and settled her straddling his lap. “Did you like being naked for King Fluut?”
She rocked her pelvis over the hard bulge of his cock. Scratch that—it was a conscious movement. Because for whatever reason, Tomis hadn’t acted on his desire, and it gave her leverage. As inexperienced as she was, she knew exactly how to torture him.
Her stiff nipples pointed toward smooth, hairless chest, and she dragged them against his flesh, glorying in the choked gasp she elicited. “No. But, even then, I had this ache between my legs. This desi
re from being on this planet.”
Tomis’ scowl almost frightened her. Was it over her teasing?
“You didn’t ache for him,” he said stubbornly. He’s jealous. The thought had accompanying victory bells.
She rocked over his lap again. “You’re right,” she murmured, taking mercy on him. She leaned forward and nipped his ear. “I wondered about being taken by a Zandian male. Wondered what he’d look like, how it would be.”
Tomis’ breath drew across his teeth like a hiss. “Am I...what you expected?”
Even better. She reached for one of his horns. “All except for these. What are they for?”
A shudder ran through his body the moment she touched the horn, and it thickened and stiffened against her fingers.
“They’re erogenous,” he choked.
A thrill of power ran through her. “Is that right?” she purred, gripping the horn hard and using it as a handle to stand up.
She ran her tongue over one while she squeezed the other.
“Talia,” he gasped, hands flying out to grip her thighs. His fingers dug into them when she took the thickened horn into her mouth and sucked hard.
“Oh veck. You’re going to make me come in my pants like a youth.”
“Show me your cock.” Yes, she was all sexual power now. It flowed through her, stronger than the energy from the crystals. “Is it the same width as these horns?” She traded horns, sucking the opposite one as she squeezed and massaged the first.
“Bigger.”
She’d known it would be, but it still thrilled her to hear it.
“Take it out,” she repeated.
Tomis drew one hand away from her thigh and brought it back with a slap. “Little female, you don’t give orders around here.” He proved it by ignoring her command and applying his fingers to her dripping pussy. He stroked along her folds, sending spirals of pleasure out in all directions from where he touched. He worked one thick digit inside.