No Fear: Trek Mi Q'an Book 5

by Jaid Black

  Nay.

  Jek’s eyes narrowed at the mere thought of it.

  From the very moment he had first laid eyes on her, his hearts had gone all aflutter. His stony countenance had never wavered, for he had been taught well never to be the sort of warrior to show a weakness, yet ‘twas for a certainty he had felt all the giddiness of a young boy by merely locking gazes with her.

  His jaw tightened. For a certainty none other but him would ever touch his nee’ka. It would never come to pass that his wife was passed about from warrior to warrior, forced to cater to their sexual whims.

  And that easily was his decision made. He would not be sentenced to die in the gulch pits. His biological makeup would allow him to do no other but insure his survival that his nee’ka might not know the vesha hides of any but him.

  Jek relented, albeit with grave reservation. “Carry onward by decree of the king.”

  * * * * *

  Wide-eyed and frightened, Brynda wrapped a strange looking animal hide around her naked body and quietly scampered to the other side of the cabin she’d been imprisoned within. I’ve got to get out of here! she thought hysterically. Before that giant comes back!

  When Brynda had awoken some time ago, it had been to the feel of that huge, scary-looking man who’d charged toward her in the library stroking her private parts in the most intimate way imaginable while staring down at her with an intensity that had been so terrifying she’d been afraid to open her eyes and let him know she was awake. She didn’t have to see him to know it was him, nor did she have to visually confirm that he was staring at her—she just knew.

  And then, much to her mortification, another man had entered the room and seen what the giant had been doing to her. Brynda’s eyes had been closed, but she’d known that he could see her. How could he not have? she considered with much embarrassment. She had been lying on her back with her legs spread wide open while the leader of the Hell’s Angels had rubbed her clit and labia in slow, methodic circles.

  The second man had called the leader away, much to Brynda’s relief. But much to her shock and confusion he had done it a language that sounded completely foreign from any known tongue on Earth, and yet…she had understood what he was saying.

  As soon as the leader had left, Brynda had bolted up from the bed and searched for clothes to wear for her impending escape attempt. But she had found nothing. The single closet-like structure within the cabin had housed nothing but leather-like outfits for the gargantuan-sized male and these weird little see-through skirts and strapless bikini tops for some floozy to wear.

  Not sure of what to do, but knowing that she needed to do something, Brynda had attempted to remove the strange, jeweled chain that had been clasped around her neck. She didn’t know why she was so obsessed with the necklace, only that some female intuition deep down inside was telling her that the bizarre piece of jewelry was connected to the entire sordid experience. And so she had pulled at it and twisted at it and gritted her teeth as she’d tried to forcibly remove it, but it hadn’t worked. She couldn’t find any clasps to loosen it with, and no matter how hard she had tried to break it, the damn thing was impenetrable.

  After she gave up her assault on the necklace, Brynda turned her attentions to escaping. With nothing but a blanket of sorts to wrap around her naked body, she was mortified at the thought of escaping like this, but she realized she had no other choice. It was either escape in the nude or remain behind in the nude—either way she was still nude.

  And already two men—two strangers—had seen her entire body naked and splayed out, and one of those men had touched her intimately without permission. What if the leader decided to rape her, she thought as she swallowed roughly, and then…what if he decided to share her with the others?

  Pale and terrified, Brynda ignored the bizarre voice in her head that kept whispering to her that everything would be all right and that the giant meant her no harm. Her lips pinched together in a frown as she chalked the bizarre voice in her head up to side-effects from her medication and left it at that. No way was that huge guy as harmless as her mind was saying he was!

  Determined to escape at any cost, her chin went up a notch as she studied the intricate—and odd—shiny black door before her. If the men caught her and murdered her during the escape attempt then it didn’t really matter, she told herself with more staunch than she felt. She was, after all, already dying. Being murdered would simply speed up the inevitable homecoming with the family crypt.

  Don’t be morbid, Brynda, she chastised herself. Just get the hell out of here!

  Resolved to do just that, Brynda gritted her teeth and raised her hand to the door. I’m getting out of here! she silently vowed. I’m breaking out of this place! I’m—ah shit…where in the hell is the doorknob?

  Her heart beating rapidly, Brynda’s eyes rounded as she frantically rubbed her hands up and down the length of the part of the door she was able to reach in a futile effort to find a doorknob. Please God, she thought hysterically, please let me find a way to open this door!

  Frightened, panicked, and somehow sensing that the giant was preparing to return to her, she slammed the palm of her hand up against the door in frustration. Let me out of here! Let me—

  Her eyes widened when the shiny door whizzed open, the sound of compressed air being freed causing her face to momentarily scrunch up in confusion.

  She shook her head. She’d never seen a door like this one except on reruns of Star Trek.

  Forget it, Brynda, just get out of here!

  Forcibly snapping her mind back to deal with the issue at hand, she stepped through the door, took a quick glance in either direction, then sprinted at top speed down the long corridor. Her breathing labored, her heart pumping dramatically, she clutched the animal skin securely around her body as she ran as fast as her feet could carry to—she didn’t know where.

  She ignored the eerie pulsing lights she saw every few feet as she ran down the length of the long corridor, ignored the bizarre hieroglyphic writings on the walls as she then veered to the right and sprinted down another. Her head was pounding, a feeling of nausea was overwhelming her, and she understood from experience that she needed to get home and get to her medication before she became so ill that she wouldn’t be able to leave her sickbed for days.

  Of all the times to get sick, she thought frantically, please don’t let this be it.

  Determined to escape, she ignored her pounding head and concentrated on locating an avenue of escape. She ran for what felt like hours but could only have been minutes, perspiration dotting her brow and pain lancing through her all the while.

  And then at last—at last—she spotted…something—something a ways down the corridor that looked like it led to the outside for she could see nighttime and stars through a large window at the mouth of the wide hallway. She smiled for the first time, sprinting toward it at top speed, the animal skin forgotten as it fell toward the ground during her mad dash toward what she assumed to be the exit of the building she was imprisoned in. “Faster!” she verbally encouraged herself, refusing to succumb to the blinding pain she felt throbbing in her head. “Run fa…”

  She stopped abruptly when she reached the end of the corridor and stared wide-eyed out of the large porthole she was looking through.

  “…faster,” she whispered.

  Brynda didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to think, as she stared surrealistically at the spacey scene before her. The porthole was not a door leading to the outside, but a mere window showcasing what lay in waiting on the other side of it…

  “Outerspace?” Brynda murmured, her eyes round as full moons. Even the sharp, shooting pains lancing through her skull were forgotten in her confusion. “It’s not possible,” she whispered. She shook her head slightly, too dumbfounded to do anything but stare. “It’s not possible.”

  The blackest night she’d ever seen lay on the other side of the porthole, the occasional twinkling star breaking up the otherwise
pitch darkness of the atmosphere. And then surrealistically, horrifically, the structure she was in made a smooth veer to the left and the image of a…planet?…appeared before her. It was big, so massive, and toward the middle of it there was—

  She gasped.

  A giant red spot.

  * * * * *

  “’Tis called Jupiter by the primitives within this dimension, my lord,” Kaz explained to Jek. “Yar’at and I have performed an analysis of the chemical compounds within the large red spot. ‘Tis for a certainty the atmosphere within it is naturally charged enough to create the necessary speed for dimension transfer.”

  Jek raised an eyebrow at Yar’at, satisfied when the giant nodded his head in agreement. “The chemical breakdown is charged enough that ‘twill create a wormhole of sorts?”

  “Aye,” Yar’at softly confirmed.

  Jek nodded, then turned away to make his exit. An odd intuition passed over him, telling him ‘twas necessary to return to his nee’ka in posthaste. She was frightened and confused and—

  He walked faster toward the exit. “Carry on as you were then,” he called out over his shoulder. “Enter the red spot.”

  * * * * *

  Her jaw slack, Brynda stared in dawning horror at the planet—and the red spot!—that was getting closer and closer with each passing moment. She had never been particularly interested in science back in college, but the couple of requisite courses she’d taken had been in astronomy. She remembered all too well what her professors had pontificated on at length concerning the atmosphere within the red spot of Jupiter…

  Nothing—nothing—could survive within it. The gases and chemicals within the massive spot were like a violent, noxious storm that never ceased. No life of any sort could even enter it, let alone survive it.

  And the structure—the ship?—she was in was about to enter it…

  Oh. My. Gawd.

  Brynda’s eyes all but bugged out of her head as she watched the red spot loom closer and closer—so close that she could make out dizzying images of the violent storm torpedoing within it. She gasped, her hand flying up to her throat. Holy shit! she thought hysterically. Holy shiiiiit!

  Frantic, desperate, and not certain whether or not she was dreaming or had indeed been kidnapped by suicidal aliens, she closed her eyes tightly and, not knowing what else to do, screamed loud enough, and bloodcurdling enough, to wake the dead.

  * * * * *

  Jek came to an abrupt halt before his shrieking nee’ka and let out a breath of relief. When he had not found her as he’d left her, asleep and lying abed within their chamber, he had nigh unto panicked. But she was here before him and she was all right, he assured himself, allowing his muscles to unclench for the first time. She had not injured herself out of ignorance for how mechanisms within the gastrolight cruiser worked.

  She looked…terribly frightened, Jek thought, a feeling of empathy jolting through him. Alone and scared and panicked. He had not a care for her to experience feelings such as those, for he had awaited her his entire life and wanted only her happiness.

  He walked toward her slowly, approaching her as one would a frightened animal. He thought only to comfort her, to tell her ‘twould be all right, when she suddenly looked up, mayhap because she’d become aware of his presence, and stared at him as though he was as horrifying a sight as a hungry heeka-beast.

  The rejection stung more than he wished it did, causing his hearts to sink and his eyes to dim. He forcibly clamped down on his emotions, telling himself that whether his Sacred Mate found him displeasing to look upon or no, she still belonged to him.

  As if she understood what he was feeling, and was confused because she did, her face scrunched up as she continued to look at him. She said nothing for a long moment, simply stared at him, her eyes flicking over his face as she slowly but surely calmed down.

  “You’re not displeasing to look upon—” She stopped her whispered words abruptly, then shook her head slightly, as if surprised she had admitted as much, surprised too that she’d wanted to restore his pride.

  His eyes glowed, though he didn’t smile.

  Who are you?” she whispered, her beautiful clear-blue eyes round. “What are you?”

  Jek’s gaze trailed over her face, over her breasts, then back up to meet her eyes. “Yours,” he said softly. “As you are mine.”

  She closed her eyes briefly as if steadying herself. “I don’t understand…”

  “You will,” he promised her in a voice that was as gentle as it was gruff. “’Tis a vow amongst Sacred Mates that you will.”

  She looked as though she wanted to comment further when suddenly, as if in pain, she thrust a hand up to her head, closed her eyes, and began to sweat.

  Jek narrowed his eyes as he studied her, uncertain as to what malady was ailing her, but very much wanting to put an end to it. “Nee’ka?”

  Her eyes flew open and clashed with his. “I need my medicine,” she said in a strangled voice, her breathing growing labored. “Please…”

  Jek’s gaze narrowed further in confusion, then widened when her eyes rolled back into her head and she began to collapse before him. His hearts rate soared as he whipped out a heavily muscled arm and snatched her up at the last possible moment.

  Dumbfounded as to what had just occurred, he placed her limp body within his embrace and walked briskly toward their bedchamber.

  Chapter 4

  Meanwhile, on planet Tryston…

  High Princess Zara Q’ana Tal glanced warily toward the chained-up male who was her homework. A mere humanoid and not a warrior, she had been taught by her betters all of her life to think of any male not a warrior as inferior to her species and therefore not worthy of her notice.

  Leastways, it wasn’t arrogance on her part, not even a true feeling of superiority that had her trying to hide her interest in the male…it was simply the way that life worked on Tryston. These lesser males had been captured in battles and taken to the palace that the princesses who lived here might learn how to service their future Sacred Mates on males that the warriors wouldn’t mind them touching.

  At least not prior to the claiming. After the claiming a Trystonni female was never permitted to touch any male a’tall, save the body of the warrior who owned her. If she didn’t go to his vesha hides a virgin, and a virgin was considered to be a wench who had never spread her thighs for a warrior, then terrible punishments were handed out. Punishments such as…

  Well, they didn’t bear dwelling upon.

  “For the love of the goddess,” her slightly elder sister Zora sighed. “’Tis boring, this.”

  Zara bit her lip as she quickly glanced away from the captive male she’d been given to practice on. By the holy sands of Tryston she knew not how she would make it through this lesson in her tutelage without giving her deviant feelings away.

  Chained to a wall in front of her, the bound and gagged male seemed to watch her through hooded eyes as she stroked his large piece of male flesh in an up-and-down motion. He looked as though he was conscious of what she was doing to him, she thought suspiciously…and very much liking it.

  But nay, Zara recalled, comforting herself with the facts. ‘Twas impossible for the lesser male to know what she was about. All of these males were held captive by the spells of the priestesses, their chains and gags offering only secondary protection. They could feel sexual pleasure, aye, but they were not able to intelligently process what was happening to them. When she and her sisters had finished their tutelage the males would be released to whence they had been captured, none of them the wiser for what had been done to them.

  ‘Twas the way of it. ‘Twas ever the way of it. And ‘twas this knowledge that kept Zara from snatching her hand back in mortification because of her physical reaction to the lesser male.

  He was just so odd in form for a lesser male, she told herself. So much bigger and mightier…

  That must certainly be why her body was reacting to his like a wanton, she assured her
ruffled pride. He was tall like a warrior, solid of muscle and brawn like a warrior, and his cock—

  She took a deep breath. For a certainty was he possessed of the large cock of a warrior.

  “Aye,” Zara muttered to her fraternal twin. “I am nigh unto sleeping from my boredom.”

  Oh, she thought as she stroked his stiff man-part up and down, she would that it could be true. But unlike Zora and her younger sibling Klea, she was enjoying her homework. She wanted to touch his thick cock and keep on touching it and…

  Leastways, she knew not what. Only that she fair craved to do something with it.

  Zara felt her nipples stiffen as she slowly, methodically, worked her hand up and down the length of the male’s shaft. Her breath caught in the back of her throat at the steely silk feel of it, and she found her other hand coming up to inquisitively stroke the man-sac that was tight with arousal.

  The lesser male groaned softly.

  Zara snatched her hands back as though they had been set afire. Her gaze flew up and clashed with the giant male’s.

  He seemed to know what she was doing, she thought worriedly. He seemed to understand the effect that his nearness had on her…

  Nay, she fiercely admonished herself. ‘Tis nigh unto impossible for the male to break the spell of a priestess. You are acting the dunce, Zara!

  Her gaze slowly trailed over the whole of his body. She nibbled on her lower lip. Never had she beheld a man so fine as this one.

  His body was carved of sleek bronzed muscle, his legs long and powerful, his arms vein-roped and heavy with muscle. His face was chiseled as if by the goddess Herself—perfect in its masculine planes and angles, and elegant in its rough beauty. His hair was of the night, the blackest she’d ever before seen. It fell to the middle of his back in sleek, sensuous waves, and had been secured in a jade-colored vesha thong at the nape of his neck. And his eyes…so vividly green, so sharp and piercing, so…alert.