by Jaid Black
She grinned. “Bloody hellish to work a crystal-comb through, though.”
“Are you taking him with us?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m leaving him here with the rest of the kids now that he’s weaned.”
Kyra’s eyes flicked over the baby, then to the other side of the bathing pool where Zy’an and Zari were giggling and splashing at each other. She sighed. “Gis—”
“You didn’t drag us into anything,” she interrupted without looking up from her work. She nodded definitively. “Marty and I had a choice and we’ve made it.” She glanced up. “Besides, it’s not as if we’ve no manner of protection at all. Those Wani warriors…” She grinned. “Wow.”
Kyra grinned back. “Wow is right.” She nibbled at her lip and glanced away. “Still, I feel a bit guilty.”
“Zari,” Giselle called out, “come get Kalïq from mani.” She set the crystal-comb down on the side of the bathing pool and sighed as she looked up at Kyra. “Well don’t. Dari and Jana are my nieces too—Marty’s as well. And if we can help your sister whilst we find them, then even better.”
“I hope we find her,” Kyra murmured, her gaze far away. “I don’t know why I’m supposed to go find her, only that I am.” She climbed up on a soft gel-rock and laid down on her belly, careful of her engorged breasts by propping up on her elbows.
Giselle kissed the baby on top of his head before handing him over to his big sister and cousin. Zari and Zy’an waded with him to the other side of the bathing pool and put him in the Trystonni version of a floatie toy. They giggled as he grinned and splashed the water up and down, his feet energetically flailing beneath him.
Just then Marty strolled in, an arrogant smirk on her face. She quickly discarded her qi’ka and waded into the water, stopping next to the soft rock Kyra was lounging on. She frowned down at her breasts, muttering something about gigantic floating apples.
“Well?” Kyra asked.
Marty grinned. “Well, my dears, I just spoke with Jor and we’re all set.”
Kyra bit on her lip. “Shit, I feel so guilty lying to my son.”
“Which is why you didn’t and I did.”
She snorted at that. “And? What did he say?”
“All three of us are permitted to visit Morak, provided our guards escort us.” An eyebrow shot up. “Our ‘guards’ that day will be, of course, Tulip, Gardinia, and Flora.”
Kyra blew out a breath. “Good job,” she murmured. “I just hope Jor doesn’t get in trouble with the big oaf if we get caught.”
“He won’t.” Marty waved that way. “We’ll think of something. Kil always accuses me of being manipulative and wily, so in this case I’ll just have to make sure I am.”
“And Geris?” Giselle inquired. “Have you spoken with her yet today? Has she figured out a way to get away from Dar and meet us at the rendezvous point?”
“Yep. I told you, we’re all set.” Marty grinned. “This is so fucking groovy.”
Giselle’s lips curled upward. “Kinda like Thelma & Louise except, you know, there’s like four of us.” At Marty’s baffled look, she waved a hand dismissively. “Never mind. Forgot it was after your time.”
“Subverting the dominant paradigm,” Marty said nostalgically as she climbed up on the gel-rock next to Kyra. “Too bad we don’t have a doobie to take with us.”
Kyra chuckled. “Maybe not, but Death sent over some moonshine matpow a while back.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “I’ve been saving it for the right occasion.”
“Far out.” Marty grinned as she laid back. “Bring it on, sister.”
* * * * *
Zara clamped her hands over her ears, the mental call of the lesser male driving her daft. For a fortnight he had been calling her thusly, and every moon-rising became harder than the next to resist the lure of visiting the Pit of Captives.
She wanted him.
Fiercely. Possessively. Mayhap insanely.
But there was…something not quite right about him, something too foreign about the idea of mating him.
Something that warned her ‘twould change her fate forever did she mount him.
Zara rolled over onto her back upon the raised bed and began frantically massaging her pussy, the need for completion greater than the need for breath.
She groaned. For a certainty something was not right.
Chapter 12
“Khan-Gor?” Jek bellowed. “Do you take me for a fool, old man?”
The leader of the Mantus hoard growled low in his throat as he surged up to his feet, his muscles clenching. He and Jek locked eyes. “I have been called many things in my life, warlord, but liar was never amongst them.”
“That planet is naught but a fable,” Jek hissed, his words precise.
“He speaks the truth, Lord Q’an Ri,” Lieutenant Zaab said from behind him. He shrugged when Jek turned to look at him. “Or mayhap at least in so far as he knows it.”
Jek sighed. He had come to trust the judgment of Zaab this past fortnight they’d been trekking through the treacherous highland jungle together. The lieutenant had taken it upon himself to serve as both guide and bodyguard to their traveling party. When first Zaab had made the offer Jek had been insulted, assuming the lieutenant was trying to defame his warring skills in the witness of his nee’ka. But the gorilla fighter had assured him that wasn’t the case and he meant only to aid him.
In the end Jek had agreed, thinking ‘twas probably best to have a male familiar with the jungle counted amongst their numbers. Leastways, he had been correct on that score for the rugged highland terrain was filled with predators the likes of which none of the warriors had ever heard tell of. Zaab had proven invaluable. Not to mention trustworthy.
He pinched the bridge of his nose for an indecisive moment then turned back to General Kwall. “These Brekkons you captured,” he said on a sigh. “They claimed to have seen two royal wenches?”
“Nay.”
Jek’s brow furrowed. “Then…”
“They claimed to have seen one royal wench, accompanied by a female below her in rank.” The general sat back down, a naked slave girl resuming her massage of his shoulders when he did. “An onyx-skinned lass with the eyes of your lineage…”
Jek stilled.
“…accompanied by a lass with hair of fire.” He waved a dismissive hand. “The eyes of the fiery-headed wench did not signify a royal lineage.”
“Did the Brekkons mention a royal lass who is golden both of hair and body?” Zaab inquired of the general as he strolled over to stand before him, asking the question he knew would be put to the old man anyway.
General Kwall scratched his chin as he thought that over for a moment. “Nay. Only a male.”
Jek sighed. ‘Twas best if Gio was not told as much for he knew the warlord carried about the hope that the male had been long removed from Dari’s presence. “And these Brekkons were able to convince my cousin of the existence of Khan-Gor?” He sighed and shook his head. “Dari is either panicked of being caught or the Brekkons speak an untruth of her,” he muttered under his breath to Zaab.
“General,” Lieutenant Zaab intoned, “my friend here assures me that the princess is not a lass easily fooled. What proof did the Brekkons offer unto her? Were you told?”
“Nay,” the old gorilla fighter sighed as he accepted a chalice of hallucinogenic brew from a slave girl. He nuzzled her large breasts, waiting for her to giggle before turning back to face them. “If ‘tis that important for you to know, then ask them yourselves.”
Jek nodded. “You’ve my thanks. I’ll hunt them in Brekka and get them to talk.”
The general chuckled. “Not necessary, that.” At Jek’s raised eyebrow, he waved a hand toward the hut’s door. “My prisoners still hang in the cage, warlord. You may interrogate them at your convenience.”
Jek didn’t wait to hear more. He turned on his boot heel and strode briskly from the hut, Yar’at and Zaab bringing up the rear.
“Now then,” General
Kwall said as he pulled the naked slave closer to him. “Mmm,” he growled, “what young, stiff nipples you have, lass.” He used his rough tongue to lick them thoroughly. “Now,” he said arrogantly, “put my thick gorilla cock inside of your tight little human cunt.”
* * * * *
Brynda swallowed nervously as their party made its way through the eerie Dementian jungle. She yelped when a carnivorous bug landed upon Jek’s arm and stabbed him, her hand flying up to cover her mouth when her husband hit it with such force that it exploded, bursting like a blood-filled balloon. “That was just so gross,” she mumbled from beneath her hand.
He sighed and took her hand, rethreading their fingers together. “One more fortnight and we’ll be on our way home.”
Her wide eyes tracked the slow movement of a predatorial vine. It curled itself around a low-hanging branch, then relaxed, as if preparing to sleep. Or to watch. “Two weeks can’t come soon enough,” she muttered.
* * * * *
Groggy with sleep, Brynda’s brow furrowed in confusion as she woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of being gagged.
Her eyes flew open. Her heart began palpitating rapidly.
There’s nobody here, she thought, dumbfounded. Am I dreaming or—
A vine wrapped itself around her leg, shocking her. Another vine lassoed her arms, tying her wrists together above her head.
A hysterical scream bubbled up in her throat, desperate to erupt but unable to do so. The gag, she realized in dawning horror, was part of the vine itself. Her body shook and her head thrashed from side to side as she tried to scream, tried to wake up the husband who was asleep beside her.
Please wake up, Jek! she mentally screamed. Please!
She turned her head and her eyes widened in shock when, a moment later, a tiny spike within the vine shot into her thigh, injected her with some sort of substance, then retreated back inside of the plant just as quickly as it had emerged.
I’m being drugged, she thought hysterically. Oh god I’m…
Brynda smiled dreamily, the need to giggle overcoming her, as the hallucinogenic properties of the plant’s drug took effect. She closed her eyes and slept blissfully, not even aware when the vines dragged her out of the animal hide tent and into the heart of the jungle.
Chapter 13
Meanwhile, in the far reaches of Zyrus Galaxy…
Kari Gy’at Li, nee Kara Summers, narrowed her gaze at the gigantic ice-coated planet that seemed as if it was taking forever to reach. She sighed as she switched the gastrolight cruiser onto auto-pilot, then settled back in her seat. “It looks a lot closer than it is,” she announced in a monotone. “It’ll be days still before we reach its perimeter if the holo-reading is correct,” she said tiredly.
Princess Dari Q’ana Tal nodded to her companion. She turned her head to the front, her gaze absently flicking over the planet Khan-Gor. “Rest whilst you can,” she murmured. “I’ve the feeling it shan’t last.”
Kari turned her head, her eyes studying Dari’s profile. She was silent for a long moment, just simply stared at her, but then she murmured, “tell me about him.”
Dari stiffened, knowing precisely who she meant. “There’s naught to tell of Gio,” she said quietly.
Kari snorted. “Don’t give me that.” At the princess’ sigh she said, “Come on, Dari. You tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine.”
Dari turned her head long enough to grin at her. “Ah. Like two warriors of old reminiscing on battles won and lost.”
“Something like that,” she said on a smile. She was quiet for a moment, then gently prodded her again. “We don’t know what’s going to happen down there. One of us could die or all of us could die,” she said softly. “Let’s at least face the unknown as friends.”
Dari’s wary gaze darted toward her. “I keep you in the dark not out of disrespect, Kari, but—”
“I know.” Kari smiled. “And thank you for trying. But I’m too entangled to back out now.”
The women sat in silence for a long moment, the only sound the dull whirl of the gastrolight cruiser’s auto-pilot navigation system. Kari had almost drifted off to sleep when Dari whispered, “where should I begin?”
Kari opened her eyes slowly and smiled. “At the beginning.”
Chapter 14
Brynda awoke slowly, her mind in a daze, as if everything around her was taking place on a surreal plain. It was the middle of the night. It was frigidly cold. And yet she felt warm and bubbly and…aroused.
The vines. The vines were—
Her eyes widened when it occurred to her that her clit was being licked.
She closed her eyes on a groan, not needing to look down her body to know that somehow it was the plants doing this to her. Her mind was hazy, so incredibly dazed…
“Beware of the vines, lass,” Lieutenant Zaab had warned her. “They feed upon the juice of wenches.”
She swallowed nervously. “They drink their blood?”
“Nay.” He chuckled, his gaze raking over her naked body. “’Tis the intoxicating juice of the cunt they crave.”
She blushed, but grinned. “That doesn’t sound so bad…”
“Nay, lass.” Zaab shook his head, his expression serious. “Between the amount of juice they take and the hallucinogens they feed to you…” He sighed. “Let us just say ‘tis the method with which my people break human slaves to our bidding.” His eyes trailed down to where Jek was possessively rubbing her pussy, her husband having commanded her to spread her thighs wide so the gorilla males could easily smell his scent upon her. “The vines can drive you daft.”
Brynda glanced down her body, visually confirming the gorilla fighter’s words as the truth. Two vines were wrapped around her, pinning her spread eagle to the jungle’s floor, one of the vine’s flowers clamped around her clit, suctioning it into a peak of delirious arousal.
She groaned from behind the plant-gag, unable to move, unable to do anything besides lay there and submit with her thighs spread wide open and her arms thrust up over her head.
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched as the suctioning mouth of the flower drew harder from her. She came on a low moan, her nipples stabbing up into the frigid nighttime air, then groaned when two flower-mouths clamped onto them and suckled vigorously.
She whimpered from behind the gag, another orgasm fast approaching.
The flower bud working on her clit drew harder still, sucking and sucking and sucking and—
She burst on another groan, her body shaking as she came violently, the beautiful red bud soaking up her cunt juice while the two pink buds that were clamped around her stiff nipples suckled them harder still.
“It only gets worse,” Zaab murmured, his erection obvious as he watched Brynda’s body convulsively orgasm around Jek’s cock. Jek had placed her on his lap, her back to his chest, and bade her to ride him in front of the gorilla fighters that they might be given proof of his claims of ownership according to their own customs. Her tits jiggled as she groaned and rode him.
“The more cunt juice you give the vines, lass, the more they will crave of you.” He growled as two slave girls began to suck him off. They took turns pleasuring him, one sucking his staff while the other one suckled his tight balls. “Day and night, unrelenting in their passion…”
He spurted on a loud, reverberating growl.
“…drinking of your witch’s brew until you’ve been driven insane…”
Brynda’s body shook violently as she came harder than she had the last time. By this point her system had been pumped full of too much hallucinogen to experience panic, but oddly enough, knowing that she should have felt panic but didn’t somehow served to panic her.
The flowers of the vines continued their assault, suckling harder and harder still, making her burst and groan and moan, over and over, again and again.
It kept up for three more hours. Three mind-numbing, unrelenting, violently orgasmic hours.
By
the time Jek found her, by the time he’d killed the vines and unwrapped their limp fibers from around her body, Brynda’s eyes were wild, her body shaking, her mind splintered from the combined effect of hallucinogen and climaxes.
“’Tis best do I mount you,” Jek gently assured her as he plunged his stiff cock into her cunt. His teeth gritted. “My cock will make you feel better, nee’ka.”
Brynda whimpered as he fucked her long and hard, her mind half-crazed, not altogether certain what was happening. All she knew for sure was that she needed his cock buried inside of, knew too that her husband was in a great deal of pain for he refused to orgasm lest he set her bridal necklace off.
“Why,” she whispered weakly, the world around her fuzzy and skewed. She could focus on nothing, see no one, so she concentrated on her Sacred Mate’s voice and the cock he was ramming inside of her.
“Zaab says the vines pumped you full of aphrodisiac,” he ground out, his eyes closed as he fucked her harder, his cock slamming into her cunt again and again. “’Tis how they break the slaves, making them ravenous for cock.”
He rotated his hips and plunged deeper, her soft moans telling him he was giving her the proper amount of gentle release without allowing her too much. “You must allow yourself as much gentle release as you need, ty’ka,” he said hoarsely. “Know that I will not send you to your madness by allowing you too much.”
His words made no sense to her. Nothing made sense to her. She only knew that she felt good, that she needed to keep feeling his thick cock plunging into her, that she needed the friction.
He fucked her for what felt like hours and probably was, giving her warm and fuzzy releases that served to calm her. She moaned and she groaned as the cock she so desperately craved fucked her, ramming into her cunt over and over, again and again.
Surrealistic—like a dream-state.
When it was finally over, when she was weak and exhausted but momentarily feeling rational and sane, Jek lifted her up into his heavily muscled arms and carried her from the jungle, determined not to stop until the gastrolight cruiser could be seen in the distance.