by Jaid Black
He felt nigh unto crazed. The emotions this wench elicited in him were so mind-numbing as to be painful. ‘Twas like walking about with a great thirst for hundreds of Yessat years and at last finding matpow to drink of. He wanted to drink her up all at once, every last bit of her. He wanted to lick her everywhere, then ram his cock inside of her and take her over and over again until he at last felt replete.
“Oh dear—oh goodness.”
The breathy sound of her own muttered words startled Brynda. She briefly snapped out of the sensual haze she’d been drowning in and experienced a moment’s fear at what was being done to her. But when she glanced down the length of her body and saw the way he was frantically lapping at her pussy, she felt so turned on that the worry was instantly forgotten.
She watched him suck her clit hard, his cheekbones sensually delineated from the slurping motion. “Oh god,” she groaned, her head falling back down to the whisper-soft pillows. She rotated her hips, instinctually rearing them up to press her flesh closer against his face.
He growled something imperceptible against her clit about her cunt belonging to him, dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips, and pressed his face as close to her pussy as was possible.
“Oh yes—oh god.”
He licked at her and lapped at her, groans erupting from his throat as though he’d never tasted anything better, as though he never wanted to stop. His fingertips burrowed further into the padding of her hips as he sucked on her, the sounds of her clit being repeatedly slurped into his mouth filling the bedchamber.
“Yes—more—yes.”
Brynda’s back arched and her nipples stiffened as he continued to suck on her clit. Her head began to thrash about as she moaned, her hips violently bucking up to press his face impossibly closer to her cunt.
Jek groaned low in his throat as he sucked on her flesh, again growling against her clit that her pussy was his and no other’s.
“I—oh god.”
Brynda’s eyes closed tightly and her entire body stiffened in preparation of orgasm. She moaned long and loud as her body began to involuntarily shake, her back arching and her nipples stabbing upward as he possessively lapped at her.
“All mine,” he growled as he sucked on her clit. “All mine.”
“Oh. My. G—Jek.”
Brynda wrapped her legs around as his neck and squeezed his head in closer to her flesh as she burst on a loud moan. Blood instantaneously rushed to heat her face, then downward to elongate her nipples. She moaned and groaned as she rode the long wave of pleasure out, her hips thrashing madly about.
He lapped contentedly at her flesh the entire time, then softly licked around her swollen clit as the peak began to wane. She shivered as he did so, sucking in her breath when one of his hands reached up and rolled a nipple around between his fingers.
When it was over, when she was at last able to form a coherent thought, her cheeks went up in flames, shame filling her at what she’d just allowed to transpire. She glanced away from him when he rose up from between her thighs and lounged back down on an elbow to lay beside her.
“Nee’ka,” he murmured. His hand snagged her chin and he turned it gently toward him that she might meet his gaze once again. “What troubles you?”
Brynda tried to turn her face away, but his hand wouldn’t budge. She shifted her gaze toward his vein-roped forearm. “I—we shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered, mortified. “I shouldn’t have…”
Reacted that way, she silently finished.
Good lord above, she thought morosely, loathing herself, what in the hell kind of a depraved woman reacted like that to the man who’d kidnapped her? She should have fought him. She should have kicked at him and punched at him rather than moaned and groaned and thrashed about like a—
Jek sighed as he gently brushed a wayward lock of blonde hair away from her eyes. “My hearts—nee’ka—look at me.” And when she didn’t comply, but nibbled at her lower lip instead he said again in a non-threatening tone, though more forcefully this time, “look at me.”
Slowly, cautiously, her gaze flicked up to meet his. She blew out a breath as she gazed at him, not understanding or particularly liking the fact that she felt so safe and secure with him. The longer she looked at him, the more her eyes studied his, the more connected she felt toward him. It was wrong to react this way—sick and depraved and…
“’Tis sorry I am,” he murmured, “that I took not the time to explain the way of things to you.” His eyes searched her face. He smiled down at her, grinning at her confused look. “But I should like to remedy that anon, do you desire it.”
He bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips. “’Twill be all right,” he promised her, his kisses coming down gently and seductively against her mouth. “’Tis naught to fear of me.” His head rose and he grunted in arrogant satisfaction when she instinctively snuggled in closer to him. “Leastways, ‘tis naught for you to fear of me,” he admitted.
Brynda’s eyes rounded a bit as her gaze clashed with his. She shook her head slightly. “I don’t understand—”
“I shall explain.”
His large hand trailed over her breast, then settled there to leisurely play with a nipple.
She gulped.
He grinned.
She hesitantly wondered if she’d have been better off as lizard food.
One dark eyebrow rose slightly as he regarded her. “And I shall explain it anon.”
Chapter 6
It took Brynda a day or two to let it all sink in…Trek Mi Q’an, bridal necklaces, Sacred Mates, qi’kas, warriors, nee’kas, Kefa slaves, bound servants, Consummation Feasts, missing—royal!—cousins, gulch pits, execution, devolution…
Damn. Somebody really needed to write a guidebook on it all. Perhaps one that came complete with artwork and family lineages, explanations of the various subcultures, and—
Well, whatever, she thought dismissively, waving that idea away for the time being. The point was that she was finally up to speed. She knew why she’d been captured, knew their ship was headed into what Jek referred to as the third dimension, knew too that the huge handsome warrior had wedded her according to the custom of his race. She’d been told everything, denied no information, knew she should have felt excited by this adventure at the very least, but damned if she didn’t feel…
Depressed.
Hopelessly, terribly, horrifically depressed.
Over the course of the last few days, Brynda had come to care for this man, this warrior, in a way she’d never thought it was possible to care for any male, let alone one who heralded from a different planet in a different galaxy. She had tried to fight the feelings…oh how she’d tried, but it was as if the feelings had always existed—as if they’d lived dormant inside of her all of her life, merely laying in wait to come out.
If she tried to be standoffish toward Jek, he’d smile down at her with that dimpled grin and make her feel like a giddy teenager. If she tried to physically and emotionally push him away, he’d gaze deeply into her eyes and speak to her of the babies they would have one day and how wondrous their life together would be. He’d tell her of his deep love of the hearts for her and how he cherished her above all others and…
She blew out a breath.
And she believed him.
Had the words come from the mouth of any man but the one who’d uttered them she would have rolled her eyes, shook her head, and never trusted a word of it. Never. If there was one thing Brynda could safely say about herself it was that she wasn’t the type of woman given to melodrama, nor was she the type of woman prone toward creating affection in her mind between two people that didn’t really exist. Brynda was a logical, calculated thinker…not at all the kind of female who lives with her head in the clouds.
But she did believe Jek and it terrified her. Worse yet, she was beginning to fear that she felt the same way about him.
She sighed. Who was she kidding? She did feel the same way about him.
/> But to what end? she thought sadly, realizing as she did that her days were limited. Whatever Jek had given to her that night she’d passed out—some bizarre sort of sand that was stored aboard ship—had helped put her body into remission for a few days. But she could feel the dull ache coming back and knew from experience that it would grow worse instead of better.
And he loves me.
She closed her eyes briefly and took a steadying breath. This was precisely the situation she had hoped to avoid back on Earth. She didn’t want him to love her, didn’t want him to care about her, because she didn’t want to be responsible for hurting anybody when she died.
You will not die, nee’ka, he had said when she’d disclosed the reality of her illness to him. This I cannot allow. ‘Twould kill me or drive me to my devolution.
He had looked so serious, she recalled, so matter-of-fact that he’d never let her die, that she had actually grinned at him and his arrogance. It was the first time in the history of her cancer where she could remember laughing in the face of death rather than humbly submitting to it.
And therein lay the problem.
Jek was giving her the one wish she’d carried deep in her heart these past few years, the one simple thing she had secretly longed for but had never voiced aloud…
Hope.
He made her feel hopeful—of living, of loving, of defying the odds, of cheating death. He made her feel hopeful and she hated him for it.
Brynda sighed as she stood at the far end of the gastrolight cruiser, staring out of the porthole and into outer space. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and ran her hands up and down her arms to ward of the chill she felt creeping into her bones.
She wished she could hate him, she admitted, qualifying her thoughts just a bit. It would make things that much easier. But she didn’t hate him. Every day, every hour, every moment, the connection between them grew until it had all but taken on a life of its own.
She took a deep breath.
Don’t you realize how it breaks my heart every time you talk about me having your babies, you big brute? Don’t you understand that every moment I’m with you, every time I look into those glowing blue eyes, you make me wish for things God never wanted me to have? Damn you!
“Bryn?”
She started at the sound of his deep, digitized voice, not having realized he’d come up behind her. But when he wrapped his arms around her, she found herself relaxing at his touch, allowing him to hold her and to comfort her.
“Nee’ka, you gave me a fright. You were not in our bedchamber where I left you,” he murmured against her neck before kissing it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she stared unblinkingly into outer space. “I couldn’t sleep.”
He chuckled softly. “Aye. So I gathered.” When he felt how tense her body was in his arms, his smile evaporated. Her stance was rigid, her skin cold. “What ails you, my hearts? Have you the need of more sand already?”
When she said nothing, when she merely blew out a breath and continued to stare out of the porthole, he gently turned her around to face him. His gaze found hers and held it. “I want to show you something. Will you let me?”
She shrugged. “I suppose...”
He smiled. “Come,” he said, taking her hand and threading his large fingers through her proportionately much smaller ones. “This way.”
Brynda’s eyes rounded as she walked with him down a long corridor. The entire corridor was windowed, giving it the look of an underground sea aquarium paying customers could walk through. Only instead of sea creatures to ooh and awe over, there was a vast array of stars and planets slowly drifting by to wow her with. “This is beautiful,” she murmured. “So indescribably beautiful.”
He nodded, then pointed toward an orb-shaped planet emitting a dull purple hue. The planet was quite large and was possessed of at least twenty satellite moons in so far as she could tell. “See you the planet Kampor?” Jek inquired. At her nod he continued. “’Tis very ancient. Mayhap as much as fifteen billion years older than your Earth.”
“Wow.” Brynda smiled as she walked closer to the crystal wall shielding outer space from the gastrolight cruiser. She had to admit that so far this adventure beat the hell out of trekking through the jungles of Belize. “This is so neat.”
He placed a large hand on her shoulder and stared out of the crystal-glass with her. “My people consider the inhabitants of this planet to be crude primitives,” he told her, “because the second dimension is far less advanced than the seventh in terms of biological evolution and technology.”
She slowly nodded, idly wondering to herself where he was going with this topic of conversation. Jek wasn’t the type to state something just for the sake of stating it. In the past few days she had learned much about him, that being part of it.
“And do you realize,” he said quietly from behind her, “that the technology of the people of Kampor is approximately one thousand times more advanced than the technology found on Earth.”
She froze, at last seeing where he was going with this conversation. If the aliens of Kampor were a thousand times more advanced than Earthlings, and if Trystonnis were far more advanced than that…
Hope. She closed her eyes and warred against it. He was purposely giving her hope. “Jek,” she whispered, her eyes opening, pained. “Please don’t—”
“Nay, Bryn,” he admonished her. “I will not hold my silence when ‘tis obvious you have still not come to trust my promises.” He turned her around in his arms and waited patiently for her to meet his gaze. “I will not allow for you to die,” he swore, his gaze drinking in her features. “’Tis a vow I shall keep.”
She took a deep breath and expelled it, her eyes raking over his heavily muscled body. She stared at his vein-roped forearm, not quite up to making eye contact. “Jek…”
He half sighed and half growled. “Brynda, tell me something true.” He waited for her to raise her head and look into his eyes before continuing. “’Tis the truth you were raised amongst primitives in a world where your males have not the biological advancement of ours, and yet…” He sighed. “Can you not feel in your belly that the connection between us was forged by evolution, by destiny, before either of us was ever born? Did you not feel connected to me from the very beginning? Did I not become your best friend as if I’d always been?”
She bit her lip, hesitating. “This is strange to me,” she cautiously admitted, wanting him to understand she wasn’t trying to be contrary. “My people do not mate like this.”
“I know. And they won’t, leastways not for millions and millions of years yet.”
She sighed. “I want to believe,” she whispered, her tone as heavy as her heart. “Don’t you understand that I want to believe?”
He placed a tanned hand on either of her shoulders and rubbed them gently. “I understand that the goddess Aparna would not have me wait hundreds of Earth years for a mate, only to find her and have her die on me. ‘Tis not the way of Her wisdom, nee’ka.” One of his hands left her shoulder long enough to slash definitively through the air. “You will be healed, does it take the Chief Priestess Herself to do it. ‘Tis my vow unto you.”
She smiled slowly, hope rekindling inside of her despite her best efforts to thwart it. “You’re determined to make me trust you, aren’t you?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Are you deaf of the ear? Or mayhap dimwitted of the mind? Have I not said as much mayhap a hundred times these past few moon-risings?”
She half gasped and half laughed. “I am no such thing! My hearing is excellent and my mental faculties are all that they should be and more!” She smiled. “And yes, you have said as much,” she admitted.
He grunted. “If you are neither deaf nor dim, then ‘tis insolent you are.” His hands trailed down her shoulders, down her back, then lower still until he had palmed her buttocks. He kneaded them gently, his eyes glazing over. “Yet still do I need you,” he said thickly, his erection obvious.
He was hands-down the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on. Tall—very tall!—heavy with muscle, not to mention heavy with emotions that he’d found necessary to suppress for more years than she or even her grandmother’s grandmother had been alive.
And, she thought on a gasp as his hands reached down between them and he began to massage her breasts and nipples, he was also the most sensually masterful man she’d ever met in her life…if the oral sex bouts he’d been giving her both day and night were indicators.
Her body responded to his touch immediately, her nipples getting stiff as her eyes did a little glazing over of their own. He began to sensually rotate his hips as if slow dancing, his thick erection grinding against the exposed skin of her belly that a qi’ka didn’t cover. “I thought,” she whispered, her voice giving away her state of arousal, “that it was part of the Holy Law or whatever to wait until the Consummation Feast if at all possible.”
He groaned at the reminder, his palms rubbing over her nipples. “’Tis a dimwitted law do you ask me.” At her soft chuckle he smiled contentedly as he continued to massage her. “Yet I will try to honor you by waiting.”
But Brynda didn’t want to be honored. She wanted him to take her—and the sooner the better in so far as she was concerned. She prayed to the heavens that he was right and that the pure sands within the ancient dunes of Tryston could heal her, but if he was wrong…
“Cease,” he growled.
She blinked, having momentarily forgotten how good he was at guessing her thoughts. “Cease what?” When he gave her a stern look, she sighed and glanced away. “Jek, please—”