by Roscoe James
In three quick strides the robed man was on him, pumping his hand and saying who knew what. A few pats on the back followed until the robed woman stepped forward, and with a bigger smile, bowed slightly and dragged the man away.
Then the Meline woman in the black tattered robe stepped up, took his hand, muttered something soft enough he could barely hear her, and turned to leave.
“That’s my aunt. She says you have the hands of a warrior and the eyes of a great lover.”
Somewhat disarmed, he tried to stop the blush that burned his neck.
At a place across from the bed where he had found no door, the three paused, the polished surface parted, and they stepped through chatting incessantly. The wall materialized immediately and he was left standing alone with Madame Ambassador.
He was still staring at the non-existent hole in the wall when he felt it. A warmth that carried a soothing vibration against his stomach. His eyes wide with surprise, he looked down and saw Madame Ambassador’s head snuggled against his chest.
A quick step back and he exclaimed, “This is crazy! You’re all cra…”
“No, my darling. Please,” she said and stepped closer. “Let me explain.”
“And that,” he spat as he jerked his thumb in the general direction of the stone slab with the gold lined body impression on top. “What the hell is that thing? Is that for sacrificing prisoners or something?”
“No, silly, that’s a birthing table.”
Wait, did she just say birthing table? Babies? He gulped.
She was wearing some dark translucent material that, while not as revealing as the veil she’d worn the first time he’d seen her, was much more suggestive and seemed to pull specific thoughts from his mind about their previous night in bed. When his cock swelled, he cringed and took another step back.
She smiled at his dilemma and offered, “Maybe if we sit down, and maybe if you will let me tell you what’s happening to your body, you will feel more at ease.”
It was like a slow burn. He could feel it inside. A fuse that was tied to the words—I have to have her. Which, frankly, he had no problem with. From where he stood she was the most desirable creature he’d ever seen.
What he couldn’t stand was the absolute lack of control he seemed to have.
When he didn’t speak she went on softly, “I can’t imagine how confused you must be.” She took a small step towards him.
“But you must believe me…” she began as she closed the space between them with another small step. “…when I tell you that I would never…” she paused as she pressed into him, her head once again resting on his chest, her breasts touching the top of his stomach and her hands touching lightly on his forearms, “…never, no matter what, hurt you or allow you to be hurt in any way.”
And, for some stupid reason, he believed her. At the same time he wanted to turn and run, something he’d never done in his entire life, from this enemy who was completely beyond his power to fight. Instead, with every muscle in his body pulled as tight as a piano string, he waited.
“I must tell you that, because of my love for you, I am sorry that Bast has done such a cruel thing to you.”
He felt her weight fall against him which seemed to squeeze more blood into his cock making it that much harder. A cold sweat rose on his brow as he looked down and saw it sticking out lewdly between their bodies. He was powerless to defend himself when her hands moved up his arms, past his neck, and landed on his ears with a gentle tug.
My God, what has she done to me?
“But I also must tell you that I am the happiest woman in the galaxy, and selfish as this may sound, I am glad that Bast chose such a wonderful mate for me. I think that she is most certainly the wisest goddess of them all.”
He hadn’t realized his head had come down with her gentle tugs and when her lips fell on his he did the only thing he could to conquer the she-cat that held him captive. He brought his arms up, and in one swift move, pulled her to him and tried as best he could to kiss her into submission with all the aggressive tenderness he could muster.
He dug at the silky cloth that covered her back, and grabbing as much as he could, ripped it and she giggled against his mouth.
When she pulled away he followed her lips determined to hold her captive.
Following a ridge of silky hair that ran down her spine he found more material and ripped again.
She sighed and pulled him closer, her small body vibrating against him with a soothing purr.
His mind was confused, but his fingers knew what to do when he found her broad back-fall of hair that draped across her ass. Raking down he discovered a depth of about an inch before he touched her bare ass cheeks hidden beneath.
This time he moaned.
With a strength and quickness that surprised him, she freed herself, and pulling him toward the huge bed, changed the battleground.
With a rush he tackled her, lifting her over his shoulder, and with one rip, destroyed half the drape that surrounded the bed.
She laughed and pounded playfully on his back.
Stepping into the middle of the mattress, holding tightly to what was left of her wrap, he flipped her onto her back and dropped her.
He was amazed when she landed naked on her hands and knees still laughing.
“You are my tree,” and she wiggled her ass and giggled.
He fell to his knees and buried his face in her platinum colored back-fall and rutted her with his nose.
Her breath caught, her eyes shot open, and she moaned, “No, that was not the work of a tree. I think you are more like an animal.”
When his tongue found the bare cleft hidden below her back-fall she squealed, “Or a beast!”
He pushed the attack and shoved on her back until she sprawled onto the bed covering with an inviting groan. Grabbing her hip he flipped her and stopped in awe as her ears, nose, and nipples all flushed a dark chocolate brown and the narrow slits of her pupils opened so wide she no longer had light blue eyes, but instead, bottomless black ones.
He followed his nose to the inside of her thighs and breathed deep. He couldn’t explain it, even to himself. Just like the previous night he had a sudden feeling of comfort and warmth.
He licked from a knee to her small brown pussy lips and she mewed.
He did it again and could taste it on her skin. The source of his torment and fountain of his comfort.
“God!” he growled.
He didn’t know how it happened. He only knew that he was trying to consume the inside of her thigh, then suddenly, her foot was on his chest, he was on his back, and she was crawling over his body with a triumphant smile on her face.
“Yes, you are my beast,” she purred and dipped her head to suck his nipple.
“My noble beast,” she continued as she kissed just above his heart and drove him mad with a burst of purring that seemed to stretch from her lips to his heart when she pulled her head away.
“But most of all…” she said balancing her knees on his big thighs, her hands on his hard stomach, and crawling down his body. Her head dipped over his rock hard cock and she licked before finishing her sentence, “…you are mine.”
His massive hands fell on her shoulders, and he rolled them both and landed between her legs.
Finding a brown nipple, he sucked it until it darkened before abandoning it for the other.
“Tell me,” he whispered with a lecherous smile trying a new tact—torture.
The mirth vanished and she grunted with lust.
His hands on her ribs, he gently lifted and watched in amazement as her head fell back, her neck stretched beneath his mouth, and she moaned. Licking her from nape to ear he whispered again, “I want to know.”
“It is our way,” she whispered back.
“Yes, that part I know,” he replied and found the small jumping pulse on the side of her throat, closing his teeth until the skin bunched between them.
She squeaked.
“Why can’t I
resist you?” he asked, applying what he hoped would be his most insidious weapon. He kissed her.
She squirmed against the side of him that pressed between her thighs, and twisted away from his mouth. “Because I am meant to be yours.”
Finding the jumping pulse on the other side of her neck, he sucked and she mewed.
He raised her chest higher and her head continued to loll on the bed, “What if I don’t want you?”
Her legs opened and she laughed dreamily. “Tell me you don’t,” she challenged.
He kissed the bottom of her chin and growled, “I could kill you right now.”
Limp in his big hands she shivered, her own hands finding his head. “Go ahead. Do it.”
Checkmate. What he wanted to do to her had nothing to do with death or such a gruesome act as killing.
Lowering her gently back to the mattress, he brought to bear the full weight of his chest on hers and kissed the end of her nose, marveling at how it flushed a darker chocolate brown. “But why? You have to tell me why.”
Her nails raked wildly through his hair and over his scalp, she bit her lip, and her eyes roamed the air over his shoulder wildly. With a deep breath she asked, “Must you know why the sky is blue to enjoy it?”
He growled again and slid across her vibrating chest until his own neck was stretched over her mouth, offering her an opportunity of her own.
And she bit him. She nibbled and chewed and opened her thighs even more when he twisted his body, fished for his cock, and drove his warriors lance deep into enemy territory.
He growled and she bit hard on her captured muscle of rope.
He retreated to thrust again and she found a new place to bite. This time harder and he knew he’d never be able to resist her.
His eyes rolled wildly and he continued his assault.
“Yes,” she muttered, and her fingers found his shoulders where she dug deep with each attack.
Her mewing and sighs, squeaks and gulps, were magically transformed into words of love whispered in his ear. Her body became a cathedral where he surrendered his soul and threw himself prostrate to praise in humble adoration of the beautiful creature that had conquered him so completely.
When he felt her urgency, his only purpose was fulfilling her again and again. Of leaving her sated no matter how long the battle.
When her breath caught, her purr fell silent, and her thighs pulled tight around him, he found her mouth and breathed for her while he brought her to death’s door and back again with his cock.
There was no music to it, no breathy sigh or lilting laugh when it happened. It was a fight as she struggled to pull away from his mouth, closed her eyes, and mouth gaping, issued an animalistic cry that crawled its way up her throat in fits and jerks, and echoed around the great stone chamber until it settled on his back, driving him mad with desire.
His breath was hot, his lips dry, and his jaw clenched, when in response to her primordial cry, his toes digging for perch, his sweaty calves bulging, his thighs drew hard as steel, and in search of more strength, his body trapped the air in his chest and he exploded inside her, his body jerking and twisting trying to prolong the beautiful agony that overcame him.
When he fell spent, struggling to breathe, his mind slipping from bliss to selfish quiet contentment, he discovered there were stars in the galaxy that required more than a spaceship to explore.
Chapter Three
When he awoke the cavernous bedroom was lit by a soft blue glow that fell through the high windows and the only sound was her soft purring against his chest. He marveled at how she seemed to burrow beneath him to sleep.
He still didn’t understand, but he knew he’d surrendered more than his body to Madame Ambassador and felt no regrets.
He reached for his wrist to press the small tab that would make the face of his watch light up and realized he no longer had a watch.
Rolling quietly to the edge of the bed, he pushed off the mattress and nearly fell when his feet tangled in the gossamer drape he’d torn from the ceiling earlier.
“Shit,” he cursed and skipped away from the bed, pulling his foot free.
With the low light and black walls he could barely see, but walked in the general direction of where the wall opposite the bed should be. With a round bed it was hard to be sure. Finally finding the smooth hard surface, he waited and nothing happened.
How the hell did they do it?
Feeling his way further down the wall, he waited again and again nothing happened.
“Come back to bed, my love.”
He nearly jumped out of his skin when her arms wrapped around his waist and she hugged him from behind. How did she do that? I didn’t hear a thing.
Still enjoying the glow of their lovemaking, he fished for her shoulder and gently tugged her around his body and pulled her into his arms.
“What have you done to me?” he pleaded with a kiss to her forehead.
He enjoyed her smile and how her purr deepened against his chest. “I exist.” was her only answer.
“There has to be more.”
“Let me try to explain.”
“First, I need to piss.”
She laughed and pulled away, taking his hand with her. A sound came out of her mouth and the room slowly became brighter. Pulling him past the pool of amber water, she walked toward a corner and stopped. He waited, and when nothing happened, he looked at her.
“You must use your feet.”
My feet? To pee? To kick something open?
“Here,” she said. “Slide your foot along the floor.”
He did. It was smooth as glass. He just stared at her.
“Now,” she added and slid her foot forward “Slide your foot forward until you feel something in the floor.”
Sliding his foot forward, he finally found it. A series of very small ridges about two feet from the wall. Still nothing happened.
“Did you find them?”
“Ah, I think so.”
“Now, walk to where they are and stand.”
He did, and in less than a second the wall slid away or faded away, he wasn’t sure which. Behind it was something that looked like it might be a toilet, but he wasn’t sure of that either.
She dragged him in and the wall reappeared behind them. She pointed and said, “In there.”
While he pissed she leaned into a mirror above an ornately carved sink and inspected her beautiful face.
He felt stupid, but had to ask, “Now what?”
She showed him how to make it flush and how to make water run in the sink. She handed him a towel that felt more like a piece of fur than cloth, and then showed him how to find the bumps on the floor that would open the wall again.
He had to have some answers. There was no denying he’d been caught, no, trapped by this Meline woman, just as there was no denying he had no real desire, beyond the intellectual, to escape or understand. He resolved to find out.
When she stepped through the wall, he grabbed her arm and shoved her out.
“What is it?” she asked in a panic.
Pulling her arm up enough to make his point he marched her toward the bed and shoved her roughly onto the mattress.
She laughed and rolled onto her back, “Uh, so you really are a beast!”
He didn’t get it at first, then realized her knees had come up, thighs were open, and she was waiting for him to join her.
“No, damn it!”
She was up with a quickness he couldn’t follow, “What is it, my love?”
“Stop that!”
“What, my darling!”
“That! My love! My darling! The purring! All that!” He started pacing.
She sounded disappointed when she answered sans purr, “If that is your wish, Sergeant Hillsborough.”
He cringed. The words grated and the lack of endearment felt…he couldn’t decide what it felt like, but it didn’t feel right. And for some reason he felt bad because he’d hurt her feelings. “Look…” he said an
d spun on his heel to stare at her, only to find she was halfway to the pool of water.
He jogged to catch up, grabbed her arm, spun her around to discover a defiant stare, and softening his tone said, “Look, Madame Ambassador, I just want to know what you’ve done to me.”
She huffed and stared at his big hand on her arm until he released her. Continuing on toward the pool, she was angry when she said, “I have done nothing to you, Sergeant!”
When she stepped into the pool he heard a soft tone like a wind chime in a breeze. As she walked to the middle of the pool, the water undulating with her movements, her body disappearing, the wind chimes became numerous.
“Damn,” and he followed her to the pool. “I’m sorry.” But he didn’t understand why. “I don’t get it. I don’t understand what it is you do to me.”
She splashed around and dipped her platinum hair, ignoring him completely.
He felt crazed, but at the same time resigned. To what? He had no idea. He sat in a funk on a stone seat or shelf, he didn’t care what it was, beside the pool.
“It’s like the first time I saw you.” The wind chimes continued to play. “I, well, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. My mind seemed to get all weird and the only thing I could think about was, well, petting you. You know, touching your fur or whatever it is.”
With that she laughed.
“But then you touched me or leaned into me, and well, purred, and I haven’t been the same since.”
Then she giggled and he wanted to be mad at her. He wanted to grab her by her neck and jerk her out of the water and demand she explain. But he didn’t. He dropped his chin on the palm of his hand and planted his elbow on his knee, and moon-eyed, just stared at her playing in the water.
“I truly am sorry, Sergeant Hillsborough. My mother says that, given my age, I can be such a child sometimes.”
When her voice soothed him, he wanted to run from the room screaming. But he didn’t. He just continued to sulk and watched her play in the water.
“I have read books by your writers that spoke of true and lasting love.” She flipped, her ass surfacing before she disappeared beneath the water. When she came back up, she cleared her face and went on. “Of men and women that love each other so much they almost become sick with it. I think they call it love sick.”
