by Zena Zion
Their lips met again, and Madaug fingered open the buttons of Barbara’s shirt. With each button, Barbara felt her temperature rise. The anticipation of Madaug’s touch was almost as arousing as the real thing.
Madaug slipped his hand into Barbara’s blouse and cupped her breast in his hand. He squeezed it gently and deliberately.
A moan escaped Barbara’s lips as Madaug massaged her breast. She reached behind her and snapped her bra open so that Madaug could reach beneath it. His fingers lightly danced on her erect nipple, making Barbara bite her lip. She wanted more. She wanted him to devour her. He wanted to tease her with foreplay.
Madaug kissed his way down Barbara’s neck and chest until his tongue found her nipple. He flicked just the tip of his tongue against the tip of Barbara’s nipple. Another moan floated out of Barbara as she twisted her fingers into the cover of the bed.
Barbara pulled Madaug’s shirt over his head. His tongue only leaving her excited nipple to let the fabric of his shirt pass. Free of his shirt, Madaug sucked Barbara’s nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, yes.” Barbara said through the heat of her pleasure. She wiggled her shirt off and rolled Madaug onto his back. She straddled him and he let his arms fall back over his head. “You look like I have conquered you.”
“I think you may have.” Madaug said as Barbara ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. She traced the outline of his muscles with her finger. She squeezed both of his nipples between her fingers as Madaug undid her pants.
Barbara jumped from the bed and let her pants drop to the floor. She stood for a moment nude for Madaug to see. She wanted him to see her one last time as the Imperial Gift before she gave it to him.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Madaug said, reaching his hand out for Barbara to return to the bed. She took Madaug’s hand and he pulled her on top of him.
He kissed her passionately, and let his hands drift down her back to her buttocks. He cupped them as Barbara began to move her hips over him. She could feel him ready to take the last gift she had to give.
Madaug rolled Barbara onto her back and kissed her. He moved above her and kissed her on the forehead, the lips and neck. He traced a line of kisses down her chest and back to her breasts. He teased each nipple with his fingers and mouth before continuing down.
He traced a line of soft kisses down Barbara’s belly and to her soft lips. He kissed the outer lips before using his tongue to move into the moist interior. He moved his lips through Barbara’s moist folds, and felt the muscles of her legs tighten.
Impressed by Barbara’s reaction, Madaug moved upward, pulling Barbara’s hood with his lips. He tugged it gently from side to side so the Barbara stimulated herself. She moved her hands down to Madaug’s head to guide his pressure. She began to move her hips back and forth to ensure her own maximum pleasure.
Barbara sucked in breath after breath as she tiptoed toward orgasm. Waves of pleasure emanated from between her legs in electric shocks up her torso. She pushed the back of Madaug’s head into her as she cried in orgasm. Madaug took a deep breath as Barbara released his head, and he climbed up to her face to kiss her.
“I want you to be my Emperor.” Barbara said, undoing Madaug’s pants. She pushed them down with her hands and grabbed his muscular buttocks in her hands as he fell on top of her.
“Then you shall be my Empress.” Madaug said, kissing Barbara. She felt him twitch against her belly. She wrapped her legs around Madaug’s back and pulled him close against her. He began to move his hips slowly toward her. He moaned as he slid against her moist lips.
Barbara felt Madaug begin to enter her. She tensed up in fear and Madaug kissed her again and moved slowly. He pushed in a little bit further each time. Barbara bit her lip and winced in pain as she stretched to accommodate Madaug. He moaned as she enveloped his full length.
“You are all the way inside me.” Barbara cooed as she scratched her nails down Madaug’s back. She was overcome with the feeling of him inside her. The pain was lost to the pleasure of the moment.
Madaug built a slow steady rhythm inside Barbara, and she erupted in a staccato of sound in beat with each thrust. In that moment, she wanted to spend the rest of her life in this position. She never wanted to let go of Madaug, or for him to leave her. He belonged inside her with his perfect fit.
Another orgasm rocked across Barbara’s body as Madaug buried his face back into her neck. In her head, she cursed the years she wasted on chastity. She wished that Madaug had met her when she was younger. He could have rescued her from her parents and taught her about the ways of passion.
Barbara rolled Madaug onto his back and she began moving her hips with Madaug inside her. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hand. He flicked her nipples with his fingers and she whimpered. The feeling of Madaug’s fingers on her nipples multiplied by the feeling of her weight bearing down on her clit pushed her over the edge once more.
Madaug felt Barbara tighten around him as she screamed in orgasm. It rippled through her and continued as she felt Madaug release inside her. He bucked his hips frantically, and Barbara fell down onto his chest. He kissed her softly on the mouth and she slid into the crook of his arm.
“I guess I am no longer an Imperial Gift.” Barbara joked as she kissed Madaug on the cheek.
“In the strictest sense, I would say no. I would say you are the best gift the Imperium ever gave me.” Madaug said, cuddling into Barbara. “That will be behind us soon enough. In a few hours, we will reach Earth.”
“What about Casaugh?” Barbara asked, remembering that Casaugh would not find a home on Earth.
“I think she has earned her freedom as well.” Madaug said, brushing the hair from Barbara’s face. “Casaugh, what do you wish to do once we reach Earth? I will release you from your tithe to my family.”
“I never imagined this moment.” Casaugh replied with shock. “I always assumed I would die in service to your family. Other Herres have told me of their desire for freedom to return to the home range. I never let myself imagine that I could see it myself. I have never met an Herre that has made the journey.”
“I doubt any that returned to the home range ever wanted to return to the Imperium. Maybe that’s why you have yet to meet one.” Madaug responded with humour. “You have served my family for many years. You deserve to find your own happiness.”
“You are a good man.” Barbara said kissing Madaug on the lips. “I had thought I was cursed when I woke on the slave ship. Now I see that as the moment I was saved. They brought me to you.”
“So you wouldn’t change anything?” Madaug asked playfully.
“No. I’m happy now. The past is unchangeable, but tomorrow is what we have a chance to create.” Barbara said with a sense of victory in her voice.
“I love you.” Madaug said, collecting Barbara in his arms.
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PREVIEW OF ‘SOLD TO THE WARRIOR’ (ALIEN PROTECTORS BOOK 3)
BY
ZENA ZION
Chapter 1
Eliana Paxton awoke with a jolt as the spaceship landed. The force of impact sent her body sliding across the metallic floor though her wrists remained firmly in the manacles attached to the wall. She glanced around at the other captive females who were contained in the cargo hold as some tried to regain their footing. Their numbers had been increasing steadily for the past two days. Eliana estimated that their captors had collected nearly fifty women, of at least thirty species, on their interplanetary abduction operation.
Moments later the interior gate opened to admit a grotesque creature she had come to know as Benjloc.
“Up.” He grunted.
Any female that remained seated, including Eliana, struggled to their feet, tentacles, or general limbs as applied.
Benjloc had bulbous eyes, swarthy gray skin, and six hands sporting three fingers apiece. The extra limbs made him the ideal candidate for patrolling the fifty rebellious captives. Just yesterday a Tentamue ha
d severed several bound limbs in a bold escape attempt before Benjloc easily subdued her. She was now bound at the waist though her limbs had grown back.
Eliana watched as a series of guards filed between the rows of women, preparing to escort them off the spacecraft and onto whichever unknown planet they had landed. With the push of a button a guard, with a blue-hued body covered in tiny armored scales, released a mechanism that quickly threaded a long chain through large rings in the shackles attached to the walls.
Once all of the women were linked, a second button released the wall-mount bindings allowing the women to move away from the wall and into the center of the cargo hold. As the two lines of females began to shift slowly toward the center of the room, creating a single-file line, Eliana became conscious of the fact that her latch had jammed halfway open.
She threw her weight against the cuffs and managed to force herself free of the wall. In doing so, Eliana realized that, when the threading chain had passed by, her broken latch had prevented the ring on her cuffs from being linked with the others. She was unbound except for the short chain that linked her wrists together.
Glancing around she noticed Benjloc inventorying the line of women and quickly grasped the central chain as if she had been joined properly. First, she decided, she needed to get free of the ship. Only then would she stand a chance at escape.
Moments later, the exterior door of the hold eased open to create a ramp at the docking station. Eliana’s skin tingled at the surge of heat that radiated through the entrance and she realized that they had arrived on a planet that offered an adequate atmospheric oxygen supply.
As she prepared to shuffle past Benjloc, Eliana covered the un-coupled ring and chain with her hands while keeping her face bowed low. He scanned her, like those before, with a device that flashed a green light across her body.
“Virgin. Good.” Benjloc muttered gruffly. “She’ll fetch a high price. Take her to auction immediately.”
Eliana’s heart sank as it occurred to her that she was among a collection of potential sex-slaves. Ever since her abduction from Earth two days ago, she had convinced herself that she would be held for ransom or maybe given some sort of menial task to complete before her ultimate release. She now knew that this was not the case. In a few moments she would be entering a marketplace for slave auction.
It was common knowledge that there was only one planet remaining which employed a high level of female trafficking, Hepton. Unfortunately, the reason that the Interplanetary Coalition had been unable to put a halt to the planet’s masochistic traditions had entirely to do with Hepton’s formidable military. The Coalition was willing to turn a blind eye to a few hundred abductions a year if Hepton kept their warriors engaged on the seedier side of the galaxy.
Eliana had never laid eyes on a Heptonian, but as she set foot on the loose soil a quick glance revealed that a majority of the marketplace was filled with humanoid beings that would fit in easily on Earth, except for their rather revealing wardrobes.
The line of women was being directed toward the largest tent Eliana had ever seen. It was big enough to shade at least one thousand people from the burning rays of Hepton’s two suns.
At that moment, a break in the crowd framed the forest that lay a short distance from the edge of the market square. Knowing this may be her only chance Eliana released the chain and sprinted across the soil, past shocked onlookers and motionless market vendors.
She had the element of surprise, she thought. It just might be enough to allow her time to reach the forest edge. She heard Benjloc shouting furiously behind her in some unknown language. Eliana glanced over her shoulder to witness a line of warriors gathering behind her in the market square. As she crossed the forest threshold, and out of sight of the soldiers, Eliana collided headfirst with a rock solid mass that had not been present a moment before.
Strong arms encircled her body. Eliana struggled with ferocious abandon against the bare chest of her assailant, but to no avail. For all that it was worth she might have been a fly attacking a mountain. Defeated, she let her limbs relax and noticed that her toes were barely brushing the ground. The vice-like grip around her torso did not loosen.
Slowly, she raised her eyes from the tanned, chiseled chest to the face above her own. He was looking down at her with impossibly attractive features.
Grey eyes, square jaw, and hair as black as midnight joined together with a slightly imperfect nose, that had clearly been broken on multiple occasions, to create a human-like face that surpassed anything she had ever seen on Earth.
“Help me.” Eliana whispered.
Rather than respond the Heptonian male dipped his head and firmly pressed his lips against hers.
Eliana pulled back and slammed her forehead into his jaw, knowing that it would likely bruise both of them.
“You brute!” She shouted, noting his shocked expression. “Let me go this instant.” Flailing and screaming once more, Eliana felt herself resolutely thrown over the alpha-male’s shoulder as he started walking back out of the forest.
She attempted to throttle his back with her bound wrists, kicked her legs, and clawed his skin. The only apparent result was what she thought might have been a deep, male chuckle.
As they approached the market square Eliana could hear cheering and chanting from the crowd gathered outside the tent. She lay still and turned her head to listen.
“Rox. Rox. Rox. Rox.” The chanting continued.
“What are they saying?” she asked over his shoulder.
“They are saying Rox.” He answered in perfect English.
“What is Rox?” She continued. Eliana hoped it did not mean anything serious, like death by stoning.
“I am Rox.” He stood a little straighter as they passed through the cheering crowd with Eliana slung lazily over his shoulder. Citizens reached out to pat Rox as he passed by and, though Eliana had stopped squirming, she continued to slap away any hands that came within arms reach. Unfortunately, this did not have much effect other than eliciting laughter and encouragement from the crowd.
Moments later Rox flipped Eliana efficiently off his shoulder and onto the sand at his feet. She took a quick swipe at the dirt and sent an ineffective spray of dark powder at his crème linen pants. Whatever they were made out of, there was no trace of dirt.
“My virgin!” Benjloc shouted from directly behind where Eliana sat. The crowd cheered even louder than before. “My great warrior,” Benjloc said, now addressing Rox directly. “thank you for returning the Earth-slave.”
Rox nodded curtly.
Benjloc continued, “My master was not expecting you today or he would have been here himself. Does the Commander have need of more servants? Perhaps his men have found their supply wanting?” As he said this Benjloc gave a low bow and kept his eyes focused on the ground in deference.
Eliana wondered what sort of man this Rox and his Commander were to demand a level of respect that she had not yet seen Benjloc display for any other individual.
“I was only passing through the forest, Slaver.” Rox spoke in a quiet, but captivating voice. He had no need for Benjloc’s theatrics to hold the attention of those nearby.
“Perhaps you will finally buy for yourself today?” the slaver gestured toward the tent where the prisoners were being herded into a small adjoining antechamber.
The warrior’s eyes met momentarily with Eliana’s.
“Perhaps.” Rox muttered while turning purposefully towards the tent.
Eliana slowly rose to her feet and turned toward Benjloc, expecting to face an onslaught of fury. Instead, the gray face revealed a wide grin and all six arms were raised to the sky in triumph.
“Little human,” he began “you’ll bring my master a fortune after that show. Ah, and to have the great warrior of Hepton stay to watch… all of the buyers who want to fight in his regimen will pay more to impress him.” Benjloc grabbed Eliana by the arm and began to steer her toward the tents. “It is a good day Earthling.”<
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Inside the tent thirty of the captive women were being prepared for sale. Each was given a pale blue outfit designed for their species. Eliana was instructed to wear a floor-length dress that draped over one shoulder and was cinched at the waist with a darker length of fabric. The material appeared to be that of the warrior’s pants and Eliana now understood why the Heptonians preferred it.
In Hepton’s extreme heat Eliana’s cotton shirt and pants had quickly fixed to her body with sweat. The sheer fabric used for clothing on this planet had an almost mystical quality of cooling the body and allowing the skin to breathe.
Eliana sat tolerantly as stylists accentuated her features with light makeup and tamed her dark, curly hair into a voluminous ponytail that fell down past her shoulders. If she hadn’t been so angry and scared, she might have felt beautiful.
One by one, the number of captives dwindled until Eliana was the last female in the antechamber. She could here Benjloc’s voice booming over the crowd as he pointed out desirable aspects of each female’s body. Apparently, the Tentamue’s ability to re-grow limbs overnight was rapid even by species standards. She fetched a hefty price.
Eliana hung her head. She was twenty-two years old and had always had lofty expectations for her first sexual encounter. Sure, Rox had kissed her briefly, and maybe one or two men on Earth, but she harbored romantic expectations for love and marriage that just would not seem to go away.
Even as she stood waiting to be auctioned, with her most desirable quality being her virginity, Eliana could not give up on the hope that somehow she could escape the mess in which she had found herself. She wondered how quickly her procurer would expect to take advantage of her high-value bonus. If only she could delay long enough to formulate a plan.
When Benjloc called her name the crowd erupted so violently that she was unable to hear the slaver’s commentary.
