No Fear: Trek Mi Q'an Book 5

by Jaid Black

  Indeed, Brynda had listened to the whispers of the slave girls with half an ear as one of them had excitedly announced that she was fairly certain she had been impregnated by the general’s brother. A moment later the slave girl had shyly whispered what she believed to be true in Zaqari’s brother’s ear. The large male had looked arrogantly pleased as he’d bade her to sit upon his lap and partake of the meal with them. Even now the slave girl was feeding him from the trencher they shared as she sat naked in his lap, her legs splayed wide open while he possessively rubbed her cunt for all to see. The girl was smiling and giggly, playfully placing fruit bits on her nipples for him to suck off, then gasping and groaning when he bent his head and relented with a low growl.

  Brynda glanced toward Yar’at whom she noted had his hand grasped tightly around a weapon of some sort, as if he expected to use it at any moment. Zaab’s second in command was doing the same, both of them ready to step in and protect their respective leaders should a gauntlet of sorts be thrown down. She swallowed nervously, the tense situation at last getting to her.

  Jek’s nostrils flared, but his glowing blue eyes never strayed from Zaab’s green ones. “Mayhap you should ask your lieutenant,” he murmured.

  “Zaab?” The general threw a hand toward him, absently glancing at the naked slave girl who was seating herself on his lap to feed him. “Either issue challenge for the wench and fight to the death for her as is our way, or let it go.” He folded his heavily muscled arms over his massive chest, then, thinking better of it, wrapped one of his arms around the slave to hold her securely while she simultaneously fed him and massaged his chest. “The choice is yours but make it quickly.”

  Holy shit!

  Brynda gasped, drawing all eyes toward her. She felt a moment’s fear at being the center of attention, but ignored it. “Please don’t,” she breathed out. “If I’ve done something wrong, or in any way led you on, I apologize for my ignorance of your ways, but please—”

  “Stay out of this, Brynda,” Jek softly ordered her, his eyes relocking with Zaab’s. “’Tis between the lieutenant and me, this.”

  Her nostrils flared. “This is ridiculous,” she hissed under her breath to him, not aware of the fact that Dementians were possessed of acute hearing. “I’m not letting you kill that man just because I didn’t understand I was flirting with him by making eye contact.”

  Zaab’s eyes widened. His gaze darted over to Brynda. “You think to save me, lass?” he asked incredulously, his tone shocked. “Think you I cannot hold my own against the warlord?”

  Brynda bit her lip, afraid she’d inadvertently done something else offensive. “W-Well…” she stuttered.

  Zaab folded his massive arms over his chest. He was a wickedly handsome man, gorilla in appearance or no, she’d give him that much. “Speak only the truth of it to me.”

  She reached up to nervously push her spectacles up the bridge of her nose, only then remembering she’d quit wearing them days ago. “Well, um, the thing of it is, you see…” She gulped. “No,” she squeaked. “I don’t think you can win.”

  The atmosphere inside of the hut was so quiet she could have heard a pin drop. Brynda bit her lip as she glanced at Jek, idly noting the look of arrogance that smothered his features. And there was something else there. Something dangerous and primal. She deeply suspected he wouldn’t be waiting for a Consummation Feast to breach her after the events of this night.

  Well at least something had come of it all, she thought with down-turned lips.

  The dead silence within the hut was broken a moment later when Lieutenant Zaab threw his head back and laughed. His men joined in, all of them believing Zaab would emerge the victor from any challenge that took place.

  Jek exploded at the insult, growling as he sprang up from his chair and jumped towards Zaab. The naked slave girls jumped out of the way, looking as though they were quite accustomed to brawling and thought little of it.

  Jek picked the lieutenant up from his chair and held him over his head, his massive muscles bulging, then hurled him across the hut’s dirt floor. Zaab sprang to his feet the moment he landed, snarled at Jek, then charged toward him with a guttural growl. Their bodies clashed as they lunged toward each other, two massive males in their prime battling hand-to-hand.

  Oh. My. Gawd.

  Brynda gawked at the sight, deciding she must have done something very, very wrong to have caused this. “Oh goodness.”

  “’Twill be all right,” the general assured her, patting her hand. “They are but sparring, my dear, no challenge has been issued.”

  She took a deep breath as she looked at him, blushing when she noted that two slave girls were kneeling before him, taking turns sucking on his cock. “Nobody will die then?” she asked wearily as she glanced down at one of the slave’s heads bobbing up and down before the general, moaning as she sucked on him.

  Brynda sighed as she rubbed her temples. The weirdness of the past week was finally catching up to her.

  “Nay.” General Zaqari shook his head. “A bit of blood and bruising, mayhap, but no more.”

  She expelled the breath she’d been holding in. “Is this common here?” she asked dryly. She didn’t know if she meant the sex or the fighting.

  “Aye.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. She didn’t know if he meant the sex or the fighting. “I’d never fit in here,” she muttered.

  A few minutes later when the fight escalated, Brynda shifted her eyes about the hut to make certain nobody was paying her much attention. When she was fairly sure that nobody was, she shrugged her shoulders, bit her lip, and reached for the holo-cam…

  The fighting continued, slave girls fleeing to the hut’s kitchen to get out of the line of fire.

  “Why does the lass defend you thusly, warlord?” Zaab asked as he punched Jek squarely in the jaw. “I cannot smell your scent upon her, so ‘tis obvious you have never mounted her.”

  Jek’s nostrils flared as he landed a punch to Zaab’s eye, busting open the flesh there. “Because she loves me, dunce. Mayhap if your kind tried love instead of slavery you’d understand,” he sarcastically replied. He kicked him in the stomach. “Leastways, you shall smell my scent upon her by the morrow, fighter. ‘Tis for a certainty, that.”

  Zaab grunted, then tackled him, both males falling to the hut’s floor.

  Brynda’s mouth hung open the entire time, having never seen such a primitive display of brute male strength before. “This is positively barbaric,” she said in a disapprovingly matronish tone even as she held up the holo-cam and snapped a few good images.

  Zaab’s brow furrowed right before he punched Jek. “Why does your woman take holo-recordings?” he asked, perplexed.

  Jek shrugged before he punched him back. “She heralds from the first dimension,” he said in the way of explanation.

  Zaab nodded as if that explained all. “Go to the heart of the jungle, warlord, and within it find the hut of the Mantus hoard leader.” He grunted as his next punch found Jek’s jaw line, cutting it. “If any have heard tell of the royal lasses, the old man would know.”

  “’Tis grateful I am,” Jek grunted back as he kicked him in the face, “for the information.”

  “I warn you now, warlord,” Zaab said as he regained his footing, swiping the blood from his jaw. He ceased the sparring and reached for his hand to shake it. “The Mantus hoard is not known for playing fair. Mount your woman before you go that your scent is upon her, permeating her skin and her cunt. Give them no reason to issue challenge for her.”

  “Tis done,” Jek growled, his eyes darting toward Brynda. The intensely possessive look he gave her made her gulp, made the holo-cam fall to her side forgotten.

  “’Tis done,” he murmured as Lieutenant Zaab picked up two slave girls and strolled from the chamber to fuck them both.

  Chapter 10

  Jek knew Brynda was frightened as he slammed the wooden door that partitioned off the bedchamber they’d been given to use from the r
est of the hut. Leastways, when she turned around to face him, she began to slowly back away from him, as if afraid he would hurt her.

  He strode slowly toward her, his boot heels thumping on the tightly packed dirt floor, his gaze never leaving hers. He summoned off her qi’ka, mentally throwing it to the floor, causing her to gasp.

  His jaw clenched. “I would sooner die than hurt you, nee’ka,” he said hoarsely, his eyes raking o’er her body. “This you know.”

  She wet her lips and glanced nervously away. “Then quit staring at me like that,” she breathed out. “You’re behaving like a madman.”

  He realized he mayhap was, realized too he should probably not touch her this moon-rising when he felt like a crazed gulch beast in heat, yet knew too that there was no chance of her leaving this bedchamber unbreached by him. Zaab’s near challenge, harmless or no, had brought out a predator in him far more deadly than even he had known lurked within him. “I need to join with you, ty’ka,” he said thickly. His nostrils flared as he came to stand before her, his hands possessively tangling themselves in her hair. “I need for these males to smell my scent upon you.”

  Brynda’s eyes widened. “You want to mark me,” she breathed out.

  Jek’s hands unwound from her hair and trailed down her naked body. He ran his large hands over her breasts, his callused palms grazing the nipples. “Aye,” he growled.

  She wet her lips. And then she smiled. “Oh Jek…that is the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me!” She held up her arms for him, laughing as he instinctively picked her up.

  He sighed, looking bewildered.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a series of quick kisses all over his face. “You are so sexy,” she mumbled between kisses. “And I want you to mark me so incredibly badly.”

  “You are mayhap the most bizarre nee’ka in existence,” he groaned as he carried her to the chamber’s wood and rama-hide bed and splayed her out on it. He grinned as he summoned off his leathers and settled himself atop her. “Thank the goddess,” he murmured.

  She ran her hands over his vein-roped forearms, feeling his skin beneath her fingertips as she trailed up, then wrapped her arms around his neck once again. Her grin faded as a serious expression commanded her features. She searched his eyes, her feelings there for him to see, to feel. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  His eyes glowed even as they narrowed in desire. He brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her line of vision as he studied her eyes. “Do you know how lonely I was all of these years, waiting on you to be born?” he murmured.

  When she considered that he’d lived hundreds of years according to her time standards and that he had been subjected to stark loneliness for the majority of them, it damn near made her cry. She took a deep breath instead, not the type to tear up. “No,” she admitted, albeit a bit shakily. “Not like that.” She expelled the breath she’d drawn in. “I can’t begin to imagine—.”

  “Aye, you can.” He stared deeply into her eyes. “I had the comfort of knowing all these years that one day I would find you,” he admitted, his body covering hers fully as he settled himself between her thighs. “And yet oft did I despair, letting the black moods settle in out of misplaced sorrow for myself. But you…” He bent his head and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “You knew naught of my existence, believed you would die alone and without knowing love of the hearts, yet never did you weaken, never did the light inside of you cease to shine.”

  “Stop it,” she whispered, the tears welling despite her best efforts to thwart them. She took a deep breath. “I might have been stoically resolved on the outside, but on the inside I…” She sucked in her breath. “I prayed every night for you to find me,” she whispered.

  “And so I did,” he murmured. He rotated his hips a bit, poising his erection at the mouth of her vagina. “I love you, Bryn.”

  She smiled. “I love you too.” Then she hit him. “Now quit getting me all teary and mushy, you big brute. It’s ruining my lusty mood,” she teased.

  He grinned. “If you love me, then mayhap you will forgive me.”

  Her brow wrinkled. “For—whaaaat!” she screamed.

  He groaned as he plunged his cock deeply inside of her, seating himself fully. He gritted his teeth, perspiration dotting his brow. “For that,” he said hoarsely.

  Holy shit!

  Brynda blinked a few times in rapid succession, her fingers digging into his steely buttocks as she adjusted to the length and width of him. “No problem,” she squeaked.

  Jek drew himself up on his elbows, palmed her breasts, and gently kneaded them as he began to slowly stroke in and out of her. His eyes closed on a groan as he thrust in and out, his hips grinding in slow, methodic circles. “Do you hear the sound your pussy makes for me,” he murmured against her ear. “’Tis wet for need of me.”

  “Yes,” she gasped. Wrapping her legs around his hips, Brynda arched up, already wanting more. “Please,” she urged him. “I’m fine now. We’ve waited too long as it is.”

  His nostrils flared as he continued to slowly plunge in and out of her. “Don’t tempt me, Bryn,” he said hoarsely. “I’m still feeling nigh unto crazed from Zaab’s near challenge.”

  Her eyes widened when she realized he wasn’t lying. She could feel the controlled rage still simmering below the surface. Every muscle in his body was clenched tightly, his jaw was set, his breathing heavy.

  “I want to rut inside of you like a beast marking his territory,” he murmured.

  Her eyes narrowed lustily as she arched her hips up and ground her cunt against him. When she heard him growl, it turned her on all the more. “You better mark me,” she brazenly challenged him, hoping to make him snap, wanting him to unleash on her, “before we have to go deeper into the jung—”

  She moaned as he slammed into her, his hips rapidly pistoning back and forth. He growled as he pounded deeply into her flesh, his thrusts possessive and branding.

  “Oh god,” she groaned, her head falling back and her eyes closing. “Oh yes.”

  “Mine,” he said dangerously, his teeth gritting. “All mine.”

  He mated her hard then, rocking in and out of her with mind-numbing speed, his muscled buttocks clenching and contracting over and over again as he slammed his cock deep inside of her. She moaned and groaned, her fingernails digging into his arms as she threw her hips back at him, meeting him thrust for thrust, her breasts jiggling beneath him from the hard pummeling.

  “Harder,” she demanded. “More.”

  He growled against her ear as he buried himself inside of her, his cock violently rocking in and out of her cunt. He rotated his hips to the left, then quickly to the right, see-sawing back and forth, then slammed forward again and again, causing her body to shake and her moans to grow louder and louder.

  Brynda gasped as her eyes flew open, the sound of their flesh smacking together reverberating throughout the hollow walls of the hut’s bedchamber. She squeezed her legs around his waist as tightly as she could, holding on with everything she had as he rode her hard.

  “Tell me no other male shall ever fuck you,” he ground out as he rotated his hips and slammed into her pussy. “Tell me,” he growled.

  “No other man,” she breathed out as she threw her hips back at him, rearing them up to get as much friction against her clit as possible. “Never,” she groaned, her eyes closing as she felt an orgasm fast approaching.

  The feel of his perspiration-soaked body mounting hers, the feel of his cock slamming possessively into her flesh, the sounds of their mating when their sexes pounded together, the dangerous excitement of being with a man you knew would kill another just for touching you…

  Brynda’s body instinctually prepared for orgasm, her hips thrashing up madly to meet his deep thrusts. Her head fell back on a low moan, her neck bared to him as he fucked her harder and harder, slamming his cock possessively inside of her, over and over, again and again.

  “Oh god.”

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p; She broke on a groan, blood rushing to her face to heat it. Her back arched as her nipples stabbed upwards, and her eyes closed as she rode out the wave of exquisite pleasure.

  He moaned as he pounded into her, groaned went he felt her tremors and her pussy began milking his cock for seed. “Nee’ka,” he growled, his eyes closing tightly as his teeth gritted. He held her body possessively as he slammed into her once, twice, three times more and—

  “Brynda.”

  He came on a groan that sounded half delirious, his eyes opening on a primal growl as he rode her hard, draining his tight balls of seed. He didn’t stop, took her over and over again, then bellowed as the bridal necklace began to pulse.

  Brynda’s eyes widened when the shockwave of sensation hit her, not having realized this was to happen when they mated. She held onto him tightly and rode it out, the mind-numbing release causing her groans to sound hysterical and tortured.

  When it was over, when they lay in each other’s arms relaxing from the intense release, Jek grinned at the dumbfounded expression written all over her face.

  He raised an eyebrow. “’Twas wicked good, aye?”

  She could only gawk at him.

  He chuckled. “Think you they have a psychology term for our mating?”

  Her teeth clicked shut. She shook her head as if in a daze. “No. But I sure as hell wouldn’t complain if I got that disorder.”

  Chapter 11

  Meanwhile, back in Sand City…

  Naked, Kyra sank into the warm, lulling water of the bathing pool within her bedchamber. She smiled at Giselle who was already in the bathing pool, her three-year-old son Kalïq sitting between her legs while she combed out his hair. “He’s got the sweetest little curls.”