Master of Her World

by Lily Harlem

  “Get inside her,” Gast instructed. “She’s running out of breath.”

  In one smooth, swift glide, the healer sank to full depth.

  Briella caught a squeal in her throat as she shunted forward. It was so much, too much. He’d taken over her body so absolutely. Filling her, stuffing her full.

  “Take the erotic pleasure,” Gast said, circling her clit. “Now.”

  “Oh… but.” She wanted to tell him it was too much. So intense. But as she spoke, the pressure reached a point of no return.

  As if sensing this, he pressed her clitoris harder, swirling and whirling it.

  The healer pulled partially out, then sank back in.

  This time it felt easier, she’d stretched for him. She arched her back and held herself still, welcoming him to full depth this time instead of resisting it.

  “Now,” Gast said, nipping her shoulder then pressing his mouth to her ear. “Now, take it.”

  She allowed the erotic pleasure to swamp her. Her pelvis spasmed around the healer’s thick cocks, and her clitoris pulsed against Gast’s fingers. Her skin tingled as if a rash were blistering over it.

  “Yes,” Gast said, releasing her clit. “Good girl.”

  She moaned in complaint and opened her eyes. Gast was in front of her, his cock erect and the tip an inch from her lips.

  “Open up,” he said, cupping her jaw.

  She grabbled for her clitoris and pressed it with her fingertips.

  Gast sank deep, semen erupting from him as he did so.

  “Thanks to the king and the stars,” the healer groaned, his voice deep and tense.

  A slick heat filled her body, pumping into her quivering, contracting pussy and ass. He’d medicated her.

  On and on he went, his cocks thrusting in and out of her.

  Gast was also flooding her throat with his semen.

  She was so full of it, of them.

  Drawing in air through her nose, she was relieved that it penetrated deeper into her bronchus. The semen was working. Giving her breath.

  A single tear squeezed from her eyes, part relief and part the overwhelming physical sensations she was experiencing. She felt so small and humble between these two huge Roun men who were working hard to ensure her survival. She would be eternally grateful to them and never forget how her master had rushed to get the help she’d needed.

  The healer stopped moving, his cocks buried deep. He was still pulsing the final shots of medication into her core.

  Gast pulled from her mouth then slipped off the bed, so his face was level with her. He cupped her cheeks. “Slave?”

  “Yes…” She nodded. “I think it’s worked.” She gulped in air, her chest expanding.

  “Thanks be to the suns,” he said, shaking his head.

  “I’m okay,” she said again.

  He swallowed and looked at the healer. “Are you finished?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then please withdraw from my slave and wait in the eating room. I’ll settle up with you when I’ve seen to her.”

  A slow tugging in her ass and pussy let Briella know just how far the healer’s cocks had been inside her. It seemed to take so long for him to drag from her body.

  Eventually he was out and she felt strangely empty.

  “Lie down,” Gast said. “You need to rest.”

  She did as instructed, happily. Although she could breathe freely, she felt boneless. The erotic pleasure had been intense.

  He pulled up the covers and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Close your eyes. I will not be far away.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tucked up in Gast’s bed, surrounded by his scent, Briella slept contentedly, her mind filled with the colors on Roun, her master’s handsome face, and the thought of flowers in her life.

  When she awoke, the room was in bright daylight and Gast was seated on the bed next to her.

  “Master,” she said sleepily, trying to sit. The cover fell to her waist. “What time…?”

  “No, please. Stay resting.” He pressed her shoulder.

  “But… your food, my tasks.”

  He shook his head. “None of that is of your concern today.”

  “But I’m better.” She pulled in a deep breath to prove it. “Look.”

  His attention dipped to her naked breasts and he swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “Which I’m very pleased about, slave. But viruses can be serious and I wish you to remain in bed today, resting.”

  “But—”

  “Would you dare to argue with me?” He leaned closer and hooked his index finger through the collar around her neck, tugged slightly. “Your master?”

  “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I’m just concerned about you.”

  “I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself.” He tipped his chin.

  “Are you saying you don’t need a slave?” A wave of panic went through her. She wasn’t really needed here in his dome. Would he think she was weak and un-useful?

  “No.” He shook his head and urged her to lie down again. “What I’m saying is I chose to have a slave. I want you here. It’s not because I am unable to heat food or keep my dome clean.”

  “So you do want me here working for you?” She let her weary body sink into the bed once more.

  “Yes, working for me but also…”

  She frowned, wondering what else he wanted to say.

  He stroked up the side of her face and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “But also just you being here, with me, is good.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “It’s lonely, living out here on my own.” He paused. “I want company, pretty Zoid female company… your company.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Me specifically? But you could have chosen any woman from that lineup. You still could exchange me, anytime you wish.”

  “I do not wish.” His voice hardened. “And you were the only slave I wanted when I saw the new consignment of Zoid women. If I hadn’t gotten you I would have left alone.”

  “Oh.” His admission shocked her. “But why?”

  He frowned. “I don’t know, it was like a magnet drew me to you.” He tapped his chest. “Something in here told me I’d be able to medicate you well, look after you, bring both of us erotic pleasure.”

  “And you’ve proven that, Sir. On all accounts.”

  “I’ve only just begun.” His face softened. “You scared me earlier.”

  “I’m sorry.” Briella paused. “But why?”

  “Why?” He shook his head and looked disbelieving. “When you were sick. I was scared I’d lose you. That you’d die from the virus.”

  Briella couldn’t deny that she’d also feared for her own life. Being unable to breathe properly was a scary sensation. “The healer was very quick to arrive and his semen has healed me.”

  “Yes, he’s the best in this region of the planet.”

  “Did you have to pay him lots? I’m sorry if you did.” She could hardly dare imagine how many Roun rubles her master had paid out.

  “I would have paid him everything I had, down to my very last ruble. It’s my duty to you.”

  Her eyes stung, not from the virus but from emotion. Did he really feel that way about her? That strongly? “Master,” she said, then sniffed, “I don’t want to cause you trouble or be expensive.”

  “It’s not trouble and I have some money. You were sick, I nearly lost you.” He leaned forward and touched his nose to hers. “And I’ll not allow that to happen. I will not lose you.”

  “I’m glad.” A swelling in her chest, nothing to do with her breathing and everything to do with the bond she had with her loving master, filled her with joy. Feeling bold, she pressed her lips to his, hoping he wouldn’t punish her for such audacity.

  He didn’t; instead he kissed her back, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. His stubble-coated chin scratched against hers as he pressed over her, taking control of their kiss.

  Sh
e held onto his shoulders, adoring the heat that poured from his skin and the strength of his muscles lurking beneath the surface. Being with him made her feel complete, adored, protected. How could she ever have worried about coming to Roun and being a slave? It was the most perfect thing that had ever happened in her life.

  Eventually Gast pulled back. His eyes were heavy but they sparkled with intensity. “I want to do something for you.”

  “Whatever you wish, Sir?”

  “No, not what I wish.” He stroked down her cheek, over her collar, and cupped her right breast.

  She trembled under his delicate touch. As much as his hands brought heated pain to her buttocks, they also gave delight when he caressed her. “I don’t understand, Sir.”

  “Something that you wish. I’ve told you, slave, I desire you to be happy here in your new home.”

  “I am, so very happy, you have to believe me.” She pressed her hand to his chest, over his heart. “You make me happier than I ever thought possible.”

  He smiled, just a little. “What can I give you to show you how much I care?”

  “Nothing.” She couldn’t think of anything else she needed to make her world complete.

  He raised his eyebrows. “There must be something?”

  “I would have asked you to allow me to plant my seeds, but you’ve done that already.” She paused. “But…” An idea was forming.

  “But what?” He took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it gently.

  A tremor attacked her belly and her pussy tightened. “There is one thing.”

  “Go on.”

  “My friend, Nhah, from the training camp. I would love to see her, spend some time with her. I worry about how she is. If her new master is kind, how she is coping with medication and punishment. She’s younger than me, and was forced to come here. Her parents gave her no choice.” Briella paused, remembering all the times Nhah had cried and she’d held her and offered soothing words. “Just a few moments if that’s possible.”

  “It is possible.” Gast stared into her eyes. “You’re a kind soul, Briella, to care about your friend so deeply.”

  It was the first time he’d ever said her name. For some reason that made her eyes fill up again and her vision blurred.

  He chuckled. “I will make it happen, but for more than a few moments. I’ll send a message to her master and invite them for a meal.”

  “A meal?”

  “Yes. We have enough food and the view from the eating area is very pleasant.”

  Briella dashed at a rogue tear that had over spilled. A meal, with Nhah and her master? It was more than she’d ever dared hope would happen in her new life.

  “Do you know who her master is?” Gast asked.

  Briella’s heart sank. “No, I have no idea.”

  “Can you remember what he looked like?” He frowned.

  “Yes, she was chosen right before me. He had long white hair, down to his waist and his skin was chalk-white. He was tall too, moved quickly to Nhah as though, like you said, there was a magnet drawing him to her.”

  “Ahh, yes, I know who you mean. I was concerned he would pick you. His name is Walden Braun Gunner and I believe he resides in the Southern desert. I will track him down.”

  “You can do that?”

  “For you… anything.” He leaned forward and kissed her again, still fondling her breast.

  Briella sighed and gripped his thick biceps. She allowed herself to get lost in her master’s kiss, in his tender attentions, and in that moment, she knew she’d fallen in love with the most admirable, brave, and sweet man in all of Roun.

  * * *

  Gast insisted, as he’d said he would, that Briella spend the rest of the day in his bed.

  She didn’t mind; the view from the sleeping room looked out over his workshop and she enjoyed watching him move about wearing only his leather pants and the sun gleaming off his honeyed skin. She was in awe of his beauty and strength, and the way he held himself with such grace.

  His bedcovers were smooth and cool on her skin and she found herself slipping in and out of sleep with her master in her dreams if she wasn’t looking at him. Contentment was a wonderful thing and her soul felt full of everything she needed.

  Almost.

  As the suns began to sink toward the mountainous horizon, Gast started to clear away his tools.

  Briella took a sip of the water he’d left her and felt a familiar tightening in her chest. Soon she would need medicating again. But only by Gast; this was the usual degree of breathlessness, nothing like when the virus had crushed her lungs. There’d be no need for a healer again.

  Settling back on the pillows, she watched Gast disappear from view. A few minutes later the shower fall came on.

  She wondered if she should get up and make his meal while he was cleaning his body. It would only take a moment and she had the strength, she was sure of it.

  Shifting to the edge of the bed, she stilled. No. He’d told her to rest, to not worry about performing her tasks. He’d be angry if she disobeyed him. He might even bend her over his knee and spank her again.

  She clenched her buttocks as a tingle traveled over them. She hadn’t hated the spanking. It had been belittling to be tipped over Gast’s knee like that. She’d felt small, helpless. But at the same time she’d truly felt like his property, which she was happy to be. The pain hadn’t been the same as stubbing her toe or banging her head, it had been sensual. The heat from it had spread, like a flame of pleasure, to her pussy and clitoris and her breasts tingled at the thought of it happening like that again.

  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to earn herself another trip over his knee.

  The shower fall clicked off. It was too late. He’d finished.

  She swung her legs back onto the bed and tugged up the cover just as he walked into the room.

  He was gloriously naked and his thick cock was erect and bobbing heavily. He walked to the desk and picked up the vibrating patch.

  The tightening in her belly increased and her nipples tightened. It seemed he was as ready to medicate her as she was to be medicated.

  “Are you well rested?” he asked, running his hand through his damp hair and clicking the patch to life.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.”

  He nodded at the end of the bed and gripped his cock. “It’s time for you to be medicated; offer me your pussy and I’ll apply the device.”

  She made no move.

  “Slave, on your hands and knees.” He frowned. “Now.”

  She swallowed, knowing she’d have to hold her nerve to get what she wanted from him this time.

  Not that she wasn’t grateful for everything he gave her… but this… it would feel so right.

  “Are you unwell?” He released his cock and took a step closer to her.

  “No, I’m quite well, Sir.”

  “So do as I bid.” He set his jaw and a small tendon in his cheek flexed. “Do not get above your station because I’ve been kind.”

  “No, it’s not that, I beg you. I appreciate your kindness, it’s just…”

  “Just what.”

  “I wish to…”

  “What?” He huffed. “Say the words before I tip you over and spank your ass until your cheeks glow in the darkness of the night.”

  “I wish to… can I show you, Sir, it would be easier.”

  He frowned.

  “Please, I think you’ll get erotic pleasure from it.”

  His right eyebrow lifted slightly. Her words had surprised him.

  “Master, I only want you to be happy, and I want to witness that happiness. For us to be as one.” She reached out and took the vibrating patch from his hand. “I don’t think we will need this.”

  “I designed it, especially for mating, so that it’s good for you, too.”

  “You make it good for me, Sir.” She took his hand. “Please sit on the bed with me.”

  He hesitated for a moment, then he d
id as she’d asked, sitting with his back against the pillows and his cock rising high from his pubic hair, just tapping his belly.

  Nerves spun in Briella’s stomach, but the heat in her pussy was building; she wanted him, his cock in her, and she wanted to be facing him as he buried deep. Nerves wouldn’t stop her from getting what she wanted—no, needed—from him.

  “Slave, you should hurry up or I’ll medicate you fast and hard so the deed is done. There will be no erotic pleasure for you.”

  “I know you will, and I’d be grateful for that, too, Sir, but let’s try this way.” Quickly she straddled him, her legs on either side of his thighs. She took a gentle hold of his cock and allowed the tip to kiss her clitoris.

  He sucked in a breath and stared at her hand on his shaft.

  “Can I sit on your cock, Sir?”

  He paused, then, “Yes.” He spanned his hands around her waist. “Yes, slave, sit on me.” His voice was thick with tension, longing even.

  She touched the head of his cock to her entrance and removed her hand from it, gripped his shoulders.

  “Slave,” he murmured, easing her down. “Who told you to do it like this?”

  “No one, Sir.”

  “But someone must have and—”

  “I just want to look at you, when you’re inside me.” She paused as he stretched her, that first inch. “You’re beautiful, Sir.”

  “No.” He pressed his chest to hers, pulled her deeper onto him. “You’re beautiful.” He captured her mouth, a kiss that was full of heat and passion but wasn’t wild or uncontrolled. It was two souls connecting, no longer any distance between them.

  She groaned, the sound rumbling up from her chest, and seated herself fully on him. He was so thick and solid and in this position filled her in a way that seemed to push right into the center of her.

  She rocked forward and her clitoris came into contact with his coarse pubic hair and the hardness of his body beneath.

  Another groan rolled up from her chest.

  He caught it in his mouth, and mixed it with his moan.

  There’d be no need for the vibrating patch, she was sure of it. The erotic pleasure would come by grinding her clitoris against her master.