by Lily Harlem
“Slave,” he murmured, tearing his lips from hers. He hooked his fingers at the back of her collar, forcing her to look at the ceiling, then spread kisses down her extended neck.
“Oh, Master, it feels so good, does it for you?”
“Yes, damn it, yes, I’ve never…”
“Sir.”
“Like this… it’s incredible.” He bucked his hips, pushing deeper and connecting their bodies harder.
She gasped and slipped her hands into his hair, filling her fingers with it. The pressure in her clitoris was combining with a need in her pussy. It was as though white-hot electricity was blasting through her. The erotic pleasure was all she could think about, that and holding her master close.
She was breathless, but it wasn’t just because of her need for semen, it was also the power of the moment. The potent thrill that had been injected into her and made mating with her master all that existed in the universe.
“Ah, sun and moons,” he said, releasing the collar and circling her into his embrace, pressing his cheek to hers. “Yes, more.”
She increased her movements, gyrating her hips against him, taking what she needed from his body. The release of bliss was storming toward her.
Again their mouths met, their tongues tangled. This kiss was wild and intense. The erotic pleasure was there, she held her breath, gripped her master’s head, and fell into it.
He joined her, spurting semen into her body and tearing his mouth from hers to roar loud and abandoned.
The sound spun in her ears as her pussy thrummed around his cock. She was in ecstasy, her clitoris shooting pleasure around her body. All of her nerves tingled and twitched deliciously.
The strength of the erotic had her spine weakening. She collapsed onto him and he caught her, holding her close.
His breaths were fast, his chest rising and falling against hers.
She pulled in air laced with the scent of his skin, and enjoyed it traveling to the very base of her lungs.
“Slave…” he said on a gasp as he stroked her hair with one hand and cupped her buttocks with the other. “That was…”
She waited for him to finish.
“Like nothing… I’ve ever…” He tucked his finger beneath her chin and urged her to look at him. “You… your mouth, that kiss when we…”
“I enjoyed it… Sir.”
“So did I.” He kissed her again, softly. “I’ve never thought to do it like this, facing each other, kissing.” He paused, pulled in another deep breath.
Briella smiled and brushed his hair back from his face. His cheeks were a little flushed.
“And the erotic pleasure, you had that, facing me, without the patch?”
“Yes, it was wonderful. I liked it better than the patch.”
“You did?”
“Yes, you, your fingers, your cock, your body, it’s better than that. I want you, not the device.” She frowned. “Not that I’m not grateful for you designing it, Sir. It’s just…”
“Shh… I understand. It’s better as a Roun man and a Zoid woman with nothing between.”
“Yes, Sir. That’s what I mean. Just us, you and me. Master and slave as one being.”
“We don’t need anything else.” He paused and cupped her cheeks. “Or anyone else.” He kissed her again, slow and indulgent this time, each stroke of his tongue letting her know just how much he adored her.
Chapter Fourteen
Much as Gast had declared they didn’t need anyone except each other, Briella couldn’t deny that she was really looking forward to Nhah’s visit.
Her master had organized it swiftly and now, just two days after her virus, she was sweeping the eating room in preparation for their guests.
Since they’d faced each other during medication, it truly had become her favorite time of day. Gast had told her to sit on his cock three times since and she’d been glad to do it.
She set the broom aside and straightened the two chairs at the table. Her skirt swished against her ass cheeks and reminded her of the spanking she’d had the night before. It had been late and she’d remembered that her seeds hadn’t had water. So slipping out, jug in hand, she’d tended to her precious little stowaways.
When she’d returned to Gast’s bed, he’d woken and was annoyed that she hadn’t been there. Within seconds she’d found herself upturned over his lap. He’d delivered twenty swift smacks, making her writhe and wriggle for mercy.
Afterward he’d silently rubbed balm over her cheeks, fondling her pussy and anus as he’d done so. Not enough to give her erotic pleasure, but enough to send her into a dozy, sleepy state.
The next thing she’d known it had been morning.
“Have you completed your tasks?” Gast walked into the eating room. He was freshly showered; the scent of his soap swirled around him and his hair was damp at the ends.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, because they’re here.”
“Oh, okay.” A flutter of excitement swirled in her stomach. Her arms ached to hug Nhah, see her smile, find out if she was coping as a slave.
Gast glanced at her cot, as though checking it was still in the eating room, which of course it was. It had been there, untouched, since the healer had visited.
“Get on your cross,” he said. “And remember,” he frowned, “absolute obedience at all times. Do not forget your place. Walden Braun Gunner isn’t someone I know well. He may have enforcer friends.”
“I won’t forget, Sir.” She hurried to her cross, tucking her hair behind her ears as she went. “And I’m so grateful for this, really I am.”
“I wish to see you happy.”
“And I you.”
He nodded curtly, then strode from the room.
Briella strained to hear what was going on. The eating room window was open and she could hear a vehicle approaching the dome. She didn’t dare move from her cross though. Getting a spanking as soon as their guests arrived wasn’t on her to-do list.
The bang of doors shutting filtered upward, and then so did deep male voices.
She crossed her fingers, sending a hope up to the stars that Nhah was with Walden and hadn’t been left at home for some reason.
A few minutes later footsteps sounded behind her.
It took all of her willpower not to turn. She stared at her feet, at the empty cross next to hers that Gast had chalked onto the floor.
To her relief Nhah’s small bare feet appeared on that cross, her toenails painted the same neon-green as the lightning of days before. Next to her stood huge dusty boots.
Briella risked a glance upward but kept her hands clasped and her shoulders hunched.
Walden was unclipping Nhah’s lead, removing the clasp from the silver loop on her collar. He had a look of concentration on his face as his fingers worked carefully, and his white hair hung like silk around his face.
Nhah was staring straight ahead. And in profile, Briella couldn’t read anything from her expression.
Briella turned away, casting her attention on the floor again. It wouldn’t do her well to be seen observing Nhah and her master without permission.
“We’ll leave the slaves here while I show you my dome,” Gast said, his voice seeming to boom around the room.
“I’d like that,” Walden said. “Slave, you may greet your friend when you are alone.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Nhah said.
As soon as the men had left, Briella flung herself at Nhah.
Nhah stumbled, laughed, and returned the excited hug. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much, Briella. Thought of you every day. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
“And I you.” Briella kissed her friend’s cheek then held her at arm’s length. “You look so well.”
“I am, really.” She nodded and grinned. “And so do you.”
“The air here on Roun, it’s so pure, and up here in the mountains, so fresh and easy to breathe.”
“Yes, it’s wonderful. I’m still enjoying all of the colors
. My master stopped at a natural gallery on the way here, one with trees and birds. He led me around so I could see new things; it was beautiful.”
“That sounds amazing… and very kind of him.”
“Oh, he is kind, Briella, so kind. And handsome and thoughtful and strong.”
A roll of relief went through Briella. She’d silently dreaded her friend reporting her master was an ogre, a Roun man who had no heart and liked to beat her until he drew blood. But it seemed that wasn’t the case.
“And his dome?” Briella asked.
“It’s not like this one. We live in the desert, it’s a tent-like structure, but large and cool and private and he keeps cambrels.”
“Cambrels?” Briella had once seen a picture of a cambrel in a book. Strange big creatures with three humps on their backs.
“Yes, they’re smelly and spit a lot, but they work hard and make him rubles by moving trade goods around.”
“But you don’t have to work with them.”
“Goodness, no.” Nhah squeezed Briella’s hands. “He says that would be too dangerous and he wouldn’t risk me getting hurt. My duties are in the tent, cleaning, cooking, caring for him.”
“And medication? You’re being given enough semen?”
Nhah drew in a deep breath. “Oh, yes, plenty.” She giggled. “More than enough.”
“You like it, don’t you? Being medicated.”
Nhah laughed louder. “Of course, don’t you?”
Briella matched her friend’s grin. “It’s become my favorite part of the day.”
Nhah dragged her into another hug. “And we were so worried about it, the nights we lay awake talking about Roun men’s cocks and how they would split us in half.”
“And how we’d cry and bleed and wonder if not breathing would be better than being medicated.”
“And it’s so incredible, do you get this feeling, down there?” Nhah pointed at her flimsy pale blue skirt. She wore no top.
“Yes, my master calls it the erotic pleasure. It makes me feel crazy, as if he’s the only thing on this planet that matters. And then when it takes over, I can’t remember my own name and I wriggle and gasp and electricity spreads over my body, making me feel so alive, so perfect.”
Nhah giggled and pressed her fingers to her lips. “I know, I get the same. It’s enough to make me laugh and cry all at the same time and my master, he says he loves it when I do it, when I hug his cock with my pussy or ass like that.”
A draft flitted through the eating area.
“They’re returning,” Briella said, quickly stepping onto her cross. “That’s Gast shutting the side entrance, the wind up here blows through the dome.”
Nhah nodded, once, then stood on her own cross, head bowed, hands clasped.
Within seconds the Roun men walked into the room.
“Slave, please prepare the meal now,” Gast said.
“Yes, Sir.” Briella hurried to obey. She’d already set two plates and the slabs of food out.
“You should assist her,” Walden said. “My slave.”
“Yes, Sir.”
As Briella set the food to warm, Nhah was at her side. “What shall I do to help, Briella?”
“You could pour their hot water, and put a spoon in the sugar.”
“Of course.”
The women busied about, ensuring everything was just so for their masters.
Briella got another look at Walden as she set down his meal. He wore a dark green top with a deep V-neck and the sleeves were shoved up. His hair was mane-like and hung around his back and shoulders and his lips were soft and sensual. She liked his sun-colored trousers, which were hacked off just below the knees, showing some of his legs before they disappeared into his boots.
She thought her master dressed nicer, though. Gast always wore black and it suited him, matched his wild hair and dark eyes. Plus when he showed some skin it was golden and hair-coated. She liked that. He was so utterly masculine, everything and more she’d dreamed of in a Roun man.
As the masters ate, Briella and Nhah stood once more on their crosses, their shoulders just touching. They had a need to connect, to be together every moment possible. Briella stared at a dust mote between the floor and the wall and hardly dared believe how happy she was.
“Slaves, come and eat your fill,” Gast said.
Briella turned.
Nhah did the same.
Both masters were still seated, though their conversation about the government’s new policy on food had ended.
“Come,” Gast said, frowning at Briella. “Now.” He pushed back his chair and tapped his lap.
“Yes, Sir.” She walked hurriedly to him, aware of her breasts jiggling and his attention straying to them.
“Sit,” he said, reaching for her wrist and tugging.
She found herself on his lap, her feet just off the floor and the remnants of his meal before her.
Did he mean for her to eat in front of their guests?
“Slave, you too,” Walden said, also scraping back his chair.
Nhah turned, glanced at her master and then at Briella. Confusion washed over her face.
“If I have to come and get you, I’ll turn you over my knee in front of our hosts and spank your ass,” Walden said sternly.
“Yes, Sir. I mean no, Sir.” Nhah rushed to her master.
As soon as she arrived at his side, she too was maneuvered onto his knee. She looked at the food hungrily.
“I permit my slave to eat in front of me,” Gast said. “I know some do not but I can’t see the harm.”
“I agree,” Walden said. “Zoid women need good meals the same as Roun men do.”
“Eat,” Gast said, his large hand settling over Briella’s thigh. “I know you’re hungry as you’ve been busy cleaning the dome in preparation for our guests.”
“Yes, Sir.” Briella stomach clenched. She was indeed ready for food. But also being so close to her master, her ass cheeks against his thighs, his chest touching her back, made her body react.
She picked up the protein Gast had left on his plate and began to nibble it.
Nhah did the same, and Briella noticed she shot a few curious glances at Gast, seeing him properly perhaps for the first time.
“I hear there’s been another birth in the city,” Walden said, stroking Nhah’s shoulder and watching her movements.
“Yes, I heard the same thing,” Gast said. “There have been several healthy newborns now.”
Births?
Newborns?
“What do you mean, Sir?” Briella asked, unable to contain herself.
“Excuse my slave,” Gast said. “She’s very inquisitive.”
“Which makes for an interesting female,” Walden said, giving Briella a polite smile.
She was glad he looked at her eyes and not her peaked nipples.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “But… have boys been born out of the laboratory?”
Because Roun was now an all-male planet, the population had survived for the last few hundred years by artificial creation of embryos. The all-male children were cared for at a facility out of the city until they were men and able to contribute to society and fend for themselves.
“Yes,” Walden said. “A year ago there was a rumor that a Zoid woman had swollen her belly and then a baby had been born. The first for many centuries here.”
“That’s amazing.” Briella shot Gast a look, wondering if what she was hearing was real.
“It is,” Gast said. “To start with, the king said it was a fluke; the reports were the baby had died.”
“And did it?”
“No, it was healthy,” Walden said, “and what’s more, the child was female.”
“A female,” Nhah gasped. “Really? The first one to be born on your planet and not brought here?”
“Yes,” Walden said, “which made her highly valuable and of course of great interest to everyone. Which is why she was secreted away and I would imagine is being raised in a sec
ure facility.”
“This is amazing, Sir,” Briella said. “No hint of this was given at the training camp. That Roun semen could also have this effect on Zoid slaves.”
“No.” Gast shook his head. “It’s new.”
“Or it was,” Walden said. “Since the first offspring there have been reports of over a dozen more births, male and female babies. Some have even been sighted and the king sent out leaflets confirming the situation and even included a picture of a new family.”
“How can that be? We’re an alien species. Our DNA is so different.” Briella shook her head in disbelief and wonder.
“Evolution has a habit of working through these problems,” Gast said, pouring water into his cup then adding sugar. He stirred it and passed it to Briella. “Extinction is not something nature strives for. Procreation and survival is key.”
“I’m truly stunned.” Briella took a sip of her sweet water. A bluster of thoughts were going through her mind. The all-male population of Roun had been completely unbalanced by the arrival of Zoid woman a few decades ago. Now these women were giving birth, creating a new hybrid species. Masters and slaves were forming families.
“And can the female babies breathe the Roun atmosphere?” Nhah asked.
“Apparently without issue.” Walden tugged Nhah a little closer and pressed his cheek to the side of her head in a tender gesture. “Both male and female children have the ability to breathe completely unaided.”
“So they’re well?”
“Yes, very, and apparently gestation is short, much more efficient than in the laboratory or on Zoid. Only a few rotations of the suns.”
Everyone fell silent, sensing that they were part of something huge that was happening not just on their planet, in their galaxy, but also in the universe.
Briella imagined the tiny babies with Zoid mothers and Roun fathers, smiling down at them. Marveling at what their mating had created. She set down her cup, her arms suddenly aching, longing for a baby of her own to hold. A boy perhaps, who looked just like her master and would grow to be strong and brave and a man of honor. Or maybe a girl, one of the first new women who could breathe the Roun atmosphere unaided.
