by Renee Rose
As always, when he reinforced his ownership over her, her pussy clenched. He tilted his head and claimed her mouth, and she lifted her lips to meet his.
Yes, she belonged to him—body and heart and soul. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.
Epilogue
Lamira sat up, the luxurious sheets falling away from her naked form. She slept so much more now that she was pregnant, and Zander didn’t mind if she spent half the morning dozing in his sleepdisk.
He sat working on his invasion plans, a hologram of his planet up and slowly rotating.
“My lord—” She could scarcely make her lips and tongue move, she’d been awakened from such a deep slumber by her knowing.
He swiveled and smiled, his eyes dropping to her swollen breasts, now pierced and adorned with his crystals.
“The being you seek is here in the pod.”
He lifted a quizzical brow. “I don’t understand.”
Zander hadn’t shared his takeover plans, but she’d gleaned enough through clairvoyance and observation.
“Do you seek someone with an army? Someone you can pay to wage a war?”
He nodded, his gaze growing sharp.
“That being is here, now. In the crystal bath.” It was the one planet rotation of the week when the Zandian public were invited to use the crystal baths or visit with the prince. Zander had pushed his visitation time back to afternoon that day because the traffic had been light and he liked to spend more time with her now that she carried his child.
Zander’s lip curled doubtfully. “A Zandian? With an army?”
She nodded and scooted out of bed, a sense of urgency driving her forward. “He’s been here before but you have not met. I...I don’t think he likes the idea of royalty. But he requires the crystal recharge all the same.” She yanked on her clothing.
Zander stood and walked briskly to the door. “Will you know him when you see him?”
She swept past him into the corridor. “I’m not sure. Maybe you will.” She shoved back the moment of doubt she always had about her claircognizance. There was no mistake. The feeling had been so strong.
Zander strode beside her, one hand at her lower back, the other on the handle of his sword. They reached the crystal baths just as the door slid open and a huge warrior walked out. He did not appear much older than Zander—perhaps five or ten solar cycles, but he bore scars and the lines of a being who had led a tough life.
His eyes flew open when he saw her, then took on a menacing glare. “You,” he snarled.
Her heart jumped in her throat. He thought he knew her? How?
Zander shoved her behind him and slid his sword partway out of the scabbard.
The warrior ignored him, even though he was his prince and ruler. “What are you doing here, Lily? I can’t imagine you think I’d ever be happy to see you again.”
“You’re speaking to Lamira,” Zander growled.
She craned her neck around to see past her muscled master. “How do you know my sister?”
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His Human Prisoner - Prologue
Lily flattened herself in the tiny washroom near the old airship’s controls. A scrape ran the length of her leg, and her slave’s dress had been soiled during her escape from her master’s pod. She’d barely made it onto the ship her fellow runaways had selected on the fly to hijack. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead.
Please don’t let any being use the washroom before takeoff.
This plan had been eighty planet rotations in the making. It had been a miracle she’d managed to get out at the appointed time to meet the others. They’d chosen a day and a time. Picking the craft to board had been left to the chance of the day, but this one actually seemed to be ideal—a rusty old ship with just six crewmembers to overpower. She’d hidden close to the cockpit to aid in taking the pilot and first mate.
She peered through the slats in the door and watched him—a huge male of a species she’d never before seen—flick on the engines. A small, wizened female entered and settled into the copilot’s chair.
Oh veck. Was she Venusian? If so, she would intuit Lily and the other slaves’ presence on the ship. Venusians possessed extrasensory abilities.
The pilot initiated hover movement, easing out of the dock. If she weren’t holding her breath, praying she made it off Ocretia without getting caught, she would admire his muscled shoulders, the bulging biceps and corded muscles of his forearms. He sat taller than an average human by at least a foot and his skin had a purple tinge to it. Two horns on the top of his head gave him a rugged, fierce appearance.
He steered the ship through the incoming traffic, weaving in and out at a speed that made her stomach lurch.
She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer to Mother Earth. If all went well, she’d be free in a matter of hours—a slave no more. Unless he heard about the other missing slaves, her elderly owner wouldn’t notice her absence until late that night, and even then, he’d never suspect she’d made it to the dock and onto an airship. Ocretions grossly underestimated human intelligence, and Lily had always played the simple, docile sex slave for him. Not that the old male had been able to use her for that purpose much. No, she’d been lucky with him. She’d only had to look beautiful in her scanty uniform and endure his petting while she served him.
The pilot punched up the speed, zooming into the outer layer of traffic, farther away from the territory of her odious captors. Traffic grew lighter and lighter until, at last, they made it into free space. The pilot set the controls and stood up.
“You should take care of the stowaway in the washroom,” the old Venusian said.
“Are you vecking kidding me?” He cursed. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?” He marched over and threw open the door.
She pointed her laser gun at his throat, but the huge male batted it to the floor as if she’d held a twig. Because it was too far away to reach, and his speed and strength greatly exceeded hers, she held her hands up and put on her best helpless female eyes.
“Please don’t hurt me.” She feigned weakness, knowing her beauty and slight stature worked in her favor. Seven years as a sexual slave had taught her a great deal about minimizing injury from males.
His brows shot up as he took in her appearance, and she knew what he saw. A slip of a human female, scantily dressed and possessing the qualities considered beautiful by most beings. Though she was used to inspiring hunger in males, the flash of it in his eyes came with particular satisfaction.
He was younger than she’d guessed initially—not much older than she, if she measured by human standards, but his eyes and the scars on his handsome face told a story of a life hard lived.
So they had something in common.
She let the miniscule sex servant’s dress she’d stolen to escape slip down her shoulder, revealing skin and the suggestion of one breast.
The pilot’s eyes traced down, stopping at the place her nipple lay hidden beneath the cloth.
It puckered under his gaze. Her body’s reaction surprised her. She never grew aroused from a male’s attention, not even in the throes of sexual activity. It seemed purple skinned and horned was her type. Go figure.
“Oh no, pet.” He shook his head, apparently steeling himself against her helpless female act. “You picked the wrong airship to hide on.” After picking up her weapon, he grasped her wrist and pulled her out under the lights, giving her another head-to-toe sweeping glance. To the Venusian, he said, “Why didn’t you tell me before we took off?”
The old female blinked her protuberant emerald eyes. She smelled of brownbeer, and her short, black hair stuck up at all angles, as if she hadn’t brushed it in days. “She means something to you.”
His eyes narrowed, and his gaze returned to her. “Veck. You know I don’t believe in that excrement.”
He rolled his eyes and gripped Lily’s elbow, steering her into the bowels of the ship.
She took note of where in his belt he tucked her laser gun, biding her time.
The pilot kicked a sleeping chamber door open and stepped inside with her. “What’s your name?”
“Lily.” She made her voice sound breathy, sweet.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Anywhere. Wherever you’re going.” Again, she tried to appear fragile, in need of protection.
He scowled.
Holding his gaze with her own, she eased down to her knees.
His eyes changed from a purple-ish brown to a light violet, and the sexy horns stiffened and leaned in her direction.
“I don’t have any steins to pay you, but I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” she purred and worked the bulging form of his cock out of his tight black flight pants.
He swallowed, his large hand dropping to tangle in her hair. She watched him struggle for control. “How did you get on my ship?”
Was he really caressing her ear? An odd sensation moved in her—a small stirring of curiosity or excitement.
“I slipped in through the cargo hatch. Please”—she tongued the sensitive place beneath the mushroom head of his cock—“let me stay. I won’t cause you any trouble.”
“Well, I guess a female of your talents”—he broke off and groaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of his enormous malehood—“might be of some use on this ship...ugh.” He grasped the back of her head and shoved her over his length, causing her to gag and her eyes to water.
She’d given hundreds of deep-throat blowjobs or rough vecks over the years as a sex slave. She’d learned to simply detach and let her mind float away, to become nothing more than flesh, a body devoid of personality. But the pilot pulled back when she choked, and he brushed his thumb over the moisture leaking from the corner of her eye.
“Forgive me.” He rubbed her tears between his finger and thumb as if he found the substance fascinating. “I didn’t mean to choke you. Your mouth is smaller than I’m used to.”
She blinked up at him in surprise, and he brushed her cheekbone with the backs of his fingers. “Try again. I won’t choke you, beautiful.”
She took just the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking hard.
His groan of pleasure kicked up her confidence—excitement, even, and she took him deeper, relaxing the back of her throat to swallow him down.
Though his thighs trembled and ball sac had grown rock hard, he didn’t thrust again, but let her control the movement, his rough breathing sending thrills of excitement straight to her core. She’d never felt so powerful giving a male oral pleasure before. She’d never enjoyed seeing a male come undone. But this one...his guttural shout made her pussy clench, the way his huge hand cradled the back of her head to hold her in place—so gentle yet capable of snapping her neck with ease if he wanted to. She swallowed his seed as she’d been trained to do and licked him clean.
He gripped her nape and lifted her to her feet as if she weighed nothing. “Blowjobs like that will certainly be accepted as trade.” His gaze grew heavy-lidded. “But I do think you deserve punishment for stowing away on my ship.” He rotated her to face away from him then picked up her two hands and pressed them against the ship’s wall. His exotic masculine spice filled her nostrils. The heat of his torso radiated against her back, and his breath feathered across her bare shoulder.
A surge of lust ran through her body, once more surprising her. What was it about this male that excited her when no male had ever aroused her interest before? Her pulse sped as she waited to see what shape his punishment took.
He tugged up her short slave’s gown. She wore the bare minimal underclothing, as required by her station—a tiny string threaded around her waist and through her buttocks to hold up a slip of spidersilk between her legs.
The pilot made an approving noise in his throat just before his huge palm clapped down on her ass.
She yelped but didn’t move from her position.
He rubbed away the sting. “Naughty slave girl, hiding on my ship.” He slapped the other side. Unlike punishments she’d received at the hands of her masters, or at the training institute before, his purpose was obviously to arouse her through the pain. She’d heard of such a thing but never understood it.
Now, though, a sliver of interest flickered, her sex actually growing moist from his rough treatment. It didn’t make sense. She’d been beaten on countless occasions, for a master’s pleasure or as punishment, and it had never had this effect on her.
He continued the slow cycle of slapping and rubbing each side, and she grew more and more agitated. How would that big purple cock feel inside her? Would he be rough or gentle? What positions did he like?
No. She needed to keep her head. Look for the opportunity to grab the laser gun.
He reached around the front of her hips and slipped his fingers under the gusset over her panties.
His middle finger traced up her slit to find her clitoris. She hid her surprise. He cared about her pleasure? Delaying his own?
He brushed a feather-light circle around it, so much less than she craved. A strange itchiness took over her body, sending tingles of heat across her skin and producing a darker, pulsing need in her core. He disappointed her by removing his fingers from her panties.
A sharp slap over her sex made her cry out.
“Have you been naughty, slave?”
A shout sounded from just beyond the door. She whirled and lunged for the laser gun in his holster, the element of surprise giving her the split second she needed to beat him to it.
With the barrel pressed against his chest, she lifted her chin toward the door. Nineteen escaped human slaves would’ve fanned out over the entire ship by now, taking the meager six-member crew hostage. She’d done her part and captured the toughest one.
“To the cockpit,” she ordered. “We’re commandeering your ship.”
The rage on the purple-skinned being’s face should have frightened her—and it did. But it also inspired a sliver of regret. She almost wished they’d had a chance to finish that act she normally detested so much.
His Human Prisoner
Almost.
Read the entire Zandian Masters Series
His Human Slave (Book 1)
COLLARED AND CAGED, HIS HUMAN SLAVE AWAITS HER TRAINING.
Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician's gene-matching program selected Lamira's DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.
Lamira has hidden her claircognizance from the Ocretions, as aberrant traits in human slaves are punished by death. When she's bought by a Zandian prince for breeding and kept by his side at all times, she finds it increasingly harder to hide. His humiliating punishments and dominance awake a powerful lust in her, which he tracks with a monitoring device on her arousal rate. But when she begins to care for the huge, demanding alien, she must choose between preserving her own life and revealing her secret to save his.
His Human Prisoner (Book 2)
HE DIDN'T BELIEVE IN DESTINY—UNTIL HE MET HER.
When a beautiful human slave steals Rok's ship and leaves him stranded on an abandoned planet, he's furious. Discovering her sister is the mate to the prince of his species only makes him more determined to find her and punish her thoroughly for her crimes. Yet when he captures her, he finds her impossible to resist. Punishment becomes exquisite pleasure as he teaches her to submit.
Lily's attraction to the huge Zandian warrior unnerves her. She's never been moved by a male, nor interested in sex before, but Rok coaxes every bit of emotion out of her as he demands her complete surrender. But he intends to
turn her over to the authorities, which will mean her certain death. She must find a way to escape the handsome alien before she loses her life—or worse—her heart.
Training His Human
“YOUR OBEDIENCE TRAINING BEGINS TODAY.”
Seke has no interest in owning or training a slave. Not even Leora, the beautiful human who had captivated his thoughts and fantasies since her arrival on their pod. As the Zandian Master of Arms, he has a war to plan and new troops to train. He can’t be tempted by the breathtaking human slave, who, according to Prince Zander, grows aroused by punishment. Yet he can’t allow another male to bring her to heel either. Not his Leora.
In all her lifetime as a slave, Leora might have submitted in body, but never in mind. But the prince has given her to the huge, scarred warrior, Seke, for punishment and she finds he has unexpected ways of bending her to his will. Ways that leave her trembling and half-mad with desire. But her new master is unwilling to take a new mate, and she fears that once he deems her training complete, he will set her aside, leaving her heart in pieces.
His Human Rebel
CONSCRIPTED BY AN ALIEN ARMY, SHE PLOTS HER ESCAPE…
Cambry doesn’t believe the aliens’ propaganda for one minute. The Zandians may have saved her from one death, but they planned to send her to another. She bides her time, waiting for her chance to get away and find her brother, enslaved by a different species. The only thing she didn’t count on was Lundric, the tempting Zandian warrior who, for some reason, decided she was his female.
Lundric knew the fierce little rebel Cambry belonged to him the moment he saw her toss that auburn hair in defiance. He knows she hasn’t accepted him or the Zandian’s cause, but he vows to win her, no matter what it takes. But when Cambry steals a ship and attempts to escape, even his harshest punishment may not restore the trust between them.
