Rydah leaned down then, his fingers still lightly on her jaw. His lips parted and he kissed her, gently. She responded, feeling the heat flow through her. The kiss lasted a long time. Until Jenya was breathless with desire.
Finally, he pulled away. “Now, let’s get into our bed, shall we?”
She nodded dreamily and climbed in.
“Oh, one more thing.” She looked up, expectantly. “During the evening, when we’re alone, I want to remove this.” He took a small key and unlocked her slave collar. The skin underneath shone pink in contrast to her tanned neck.
“You can wear the collar outside—I know you don’t feel right without it—but here, in our chambers, I’d like to have you without any slave adornments.”
He climbed in after her and took her into his arms. He liked the way she fit against his body, the heat of her skin, the scent of her sex.
Jenya let herself become swept up in the moment. Her lord had given her a tremendous gift! She was nearly a Free woman. She hugged him closely, feeling tears of joy flood her eyes. She was a lucky slave, she knew for certain now.
She also felt his cock harden against her leg.
Rydah did not enter her right away, as she expected. Instead, they kissed and held each other for a long time. He stroked her breasts, then kissed her nipples, causing a shudder to rip through her. She had never felt like this during her training at the pens.
He moved up over her. She watched, wide-eyed, as he propped himself up on his arms and guided his cock to her pussy. She opened for him, ready—more than ready. She wanted this man. She wanted to have his child. A Damon child. Perhaps more than one.
He plunged into her. She gasped as her first small orgasm rocked her. Rydah began stroking, each time the shaft of his cock rubbed against her clit, she caught a wave of pleasure, each one building on the last. Her tiny bell rang, as if announcing her approaching climax.
“My Rand,” she breathed. “Oh, my Rand.”
Rydah’s face glowed as he neared his release. He felt his testicles contract, then he exploded deep within her. Jenya shook with the force of his release, her own orgasm causing her to swoon.
In that moment, she knew a seed had been planted within her. She hoped it would be the first of many. She hugged him closely, shaking with joy and lust and love.
Postlude
Houston, Texas, September 2035
“My god, that’s a terrific story. If you don’t write that down, I’m…I’m…”
“What? Never going to fuck me again?” Jack’s voice was a little hoarse after his tale.
“Well, no. In fact, if you don’t fuck me in the next ten minutes, I’m going to walk out of here naked and find a man who will.”
“Pretty brave talk. Maybe I’d like to see that.”
“Oh you would, would you?” Joyce didn’t think she could be more turned on, but here he was, pushing her buttons again.
“Maybe not the part about you fucking another guy—”
“That’s good to hear.”
“—but the part about you walking down the street naked raises an exciting visual. Maybe if you had a collar with a chain attached, it’d even be better.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Your very own slave girl.”
“Well, you are naked, sitting in my lap, leaking all over my pants. That’s a start down the road to slave girl, don’t you think?”
“I’ll admit that I’d like to be Jenya right about now. I imagine her exploring the castle, having other slaves defer to her, then coming back to jump Rydah’s bones with pent-up lust.”
Jack touched her breast. “Speaking of pent-up lust…”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, getting up. Her legs shook.
“Oh no!” Jack said.
“What?”
“My legs! They fell asleep! I can’t get up! They’re all tingly.”
Joyce knelt down and unzipped his pants. “You need a distraction. Something to take your mind off of your legs.” His hard cock sprung free.
“You’d make a good slave—you know to anticipate your master’s needs.”
In response, she took the head of his cock into her lipsticked mouth. As she licked him, she could imagine his cock thrusting into her, tickling her clit. If she had a tiny bell, like Jenya, it would be ringing like crazy. The thought drove her to press her mouth deeper around his cock, letting it reach her throat.
Jack groaned and sat back. “I’ve forgotten about my legs,” he said.
Joyce moved up and down on his shaft. She wondered if she let him come now, whether he would have enough stamina to fuck her brains out later? There was no way she was going to let him fall asleep on her tonight!
She pulled back, giving his cockhead one last lick.
“Hey!” Jack sat up. “Why’dja stop?”
“You’re not getting off that easy! I’m so horny I could fuck a Warrior! I’m counting on at least two orgasms tonight!”
“Oh, really?” Jack smiled. “Pretty brave talk for a slave girl.”
She reached out and grabbed his hand. “Come on, we’ll see who’s master tonight!”
They stumbled into the bedroom, Jack trying to remove his clothes as they walked. Naked, they fell into bed. He touched her between her legs. “My goodness! How wet you are!”
“It’s all your fault! That story made me so hot!”
“So glad I could help.”
“You can help me again, right now!”
They rolled together. He ran his finger along her sopping wet slit and that was all it took. Joyce came immediately, all the dammed-up emotions bursting forth, her mind filled with slave girls, brutish Warriors, whippings and a handsome, caring Lord Rydah.
“OH MY GOD!” she shouted, startling Jack. “Oh, oh!”
He grinned. “You were really on edge, weren’t you?”
She came down slowly, basking in the orgasm. “Yeah. That story. Being naked.” Her voice came in gasps. “Now I’m ready for the real thing.” She pulled him on top of her.
He dipped his fingers into her pussy and brought them to his lips. “Hmm,” he said. “Tastes sweet.”
“Fuck me, master,” she whispered. She felt the head of his cock part her lips. She raised her hips to greet him. When he plunged in suddenly, he set off klaxons in her head. She came again, gripping him tightly to her.
“Oh, Jesus, Jesus!” she croaked, feeling the delicious spasms rock her. She had never been so quick to climax before. And she realized, Jack hadn’t come yet. She opened her legs wider as he began to move over her. She relished the sensation. Another orgasm awaited her, she only had to hold on.
Jack thrust hard, imaging himself a Lord, breeding a slave. He wondered what it would be like on their world, living like that. He would love to travel there, to live as they did, just for a year or so. It sounded like a man’s paradise.
He pretended he was Lord Rydah, and Joyce was Jenya. She lay under him, waiting for his seed, anticipating the moment. He realized suddenly that he was not wearing a condom and in the next moment, he didn’t care. It was right that they were breeding like the Avalonians. Joyce should have his child. A wise and talented child. Maybe a future ruler.
With a bellow, Jack came hard within her. Joyce squeezed him close, feeling his sperm flood her womb. Tears ran from her eyes as another orgasm swept through her. She hoped she was pregnant. She wanted this man’s child. This good man. Her man.
The End
About J.W. McKenna
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