by Aria Bell
I unpacked my meager possessions. Next, I cleaned my weapons and triple-checked my gear. Still, no one came to get me or tell me where to report for duty. My thoughts kept drifting back to Qyna and all my friends back at the Jihyst Monastery where the Ron-Zishu were trained. I missed them already. It was too quiet in this windowless room deep in the fortress.
I was lonely. I was bored.
So I worked my way through some fighting forms and shifted to practicing with some of my weapons. My sear fighting stick was my prime weapon. It was two feet long of hardened tsungstel. The tip released a concentrated EMP spike designed to destroy a robot processor or a burst of electricity strong enough to drop an angry Jardan. Finally, I practiced launching myself into flips off the bare wall opposite my bed.
Afterwards, I took a shower in my room’s washtube. It was cramped inside. There was barely enough room to bend over to wash myself, but at least the water was hot. At the monastery, there had been a river nearby where I’d loved to swim at night. The water ran from hot springs not far up the mountain, so by the time it reached the monastery, it was still steaming hot. I missed it already. I had the feeling I was going to miss a lot of things for a long time.
I finished the rest of my shower quickly and used the body dry setting of the washtube, which blasted me with warm air from all sides until even my hair was dry.
Enough of this, I decided as I wandered naked back out into the main part of my new room. I had to do something to take my mind off my problems or I was going to go crazy. Exercise hadn’t calmed the strange tension that seemed to buzz and vibrate inside me. I wanted to feel calm, but I wasn’t. A groan of frustration escaped me. I paced the room several times. Then my eye fell on the aranza stim that Qyna had given me. I opened the lid and looked at it closely, a tightening ache building in my pussy at the mere sight. She’d said this could help take the tension away. Right now I was pretty desperate for some kind of distraction.
I went to my door and made certain it was locked. Privacy, good to go. A nervous fluttering began in my belly as I walked over and picked up the aranza stim and made my way to the bed. Using the mirror, I attached the neural enhancer to my temple. Next, I made myself as comfortable as I could on the hard bed and spread my legs.
The aranza stim was surprisingly easy and effective to use. Which was good, because my hands were shaking a little. The sex toy might not have been the most realistic portrayal of male genitals, but what it lacked in accuracy it made up for in so many other ways. My pussy was already wet, that was how needy, how ready I was. But the aranza stim had a glide field setting that allowed it to electronically stimulate the nerves of my clitoris, while hovering at the opening of my channel hands-free and then pressing its way inside.
It was so deliciously warm.
Even if my pussy weren’t already soaking wet and getting wetter by the instant, the toy’s glide field would’ve eased its way inside me with the application of its own lubricant as it stretched my pussy lips wide. I closed my eyes as pleasure began to build, my clit and G-spot both stimulated at the same time with wonderful waves of warm, slippery, neurological bliss. I was panting within seconds. I focused, wanting to lose myself in the fantasy that was the biggest promise of a sex toy like an aranza.
It only took a moment. I suddenly saw myself wearing a sheer piece of fabric over my naked body. My nipples were standing up hard and tight, the tips poking out at the thin material. I reached up and stroked one, sending a shiver of excitement through my body to coil in my pussy with the rest of the sensations. My pussy was soaked, thrumming with pleasure, but my need only kept growing. Then a man appeared in the distance and strode toward me. He walked like a man ready for battle, except that he was completely naked.
A gasp escaped my lips. It was Prince Vorgyn.
I popped my eyes open and hit the eject button. The aranza stim pulled out and fell onto the bed with a soft little plop.
Why the hell was I having fantasies of the man who’d humiliated me, rejected me, and essentially condemned me to a life sentence of solitary confinement?
I remembered what Qyna had said. The fantasies it gives can be very telling, if you open your mind to them and release your inhibitions.
Whatever that meant.
In any case, the urge for release was too strong to ignore now, so I picked up the aranza and started over. Perhaps if I concentrated, I could conjure a hot, red-blooded human to pretend was fucking me senseless.
I spread my legs again and the aranza went back to work. My clit began to hum with sensation, and a moment later, the head of the device began to probe its way into my channel. It felt wonderful, and I let out a little breath of submission to its power. I had liked the sheer fabric covering my body in the last fantasy, and just like that, it appeared to me again. This time, I could feel it whispering over my skin, rasping over my nipples, and I lay back and decided I’d let whoever appeared in the aranza’s fantasy stimulator have me. As long as he had a cock as beautiful as the last one the aranza had conjured.
He appeared again. That damned Jardan prince.
My eyes popped open again, but the sensations in my pussy were just too good to refuse. Fine. At least he had a big dick. I closed my eyes. As long as he fucked me half as well as the aranza, he could stay.
And if nothing else, he was a gloriously sexy being. He was huge, his chest broad and packed with muscle. The ridges of his tight abs made me want to kneel before him and lick my tongue across them. His cock was huge. Huge enough to make my knees weak and threaten to buckle.
I did groan aloud when he looked at me—really looked at me with an intensity and desire I thought would ignite my body into flames that even my sopping wet pussy could not quench. Those green eyes pierced to my heart, laid all my lust bare to him. Then his searing gaze traveled down my body, exposed through the sheer fabric. To my breasts, my arousal clear. To my pussy, dripping with need.
My mind fuzzed with lust as I watched his big cock harden right before my eyes. It swelled and lifted, long and thrusting upward at an angle. It was so big that I thanked the stars my pussy was thoroughly drenched to take him.
“You are soaking wet for me,” he said, his words a low growl in his throat. He idly stroked a big hand down his huge cock, making me tremble and nearly come right then. He looked amused, but he also looked like he wanted to ravish me until I could no longer move.
“I need you,” I whispered, feeling more exposed with those words than I did standing there nearly naked.
“You do.” He strode to me in only a few long steps. He towered over me. His cock was only millimeters from my breasts. They ached for him to put his hands on them. I leaned toward him, hoping he would help me with the desperate need building inside me.
Instead, he walked around me in a circle, and I nearly sobbed my frustration.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged. I didn’t recognize my own voice. It was so full of needy ache. But he seemed to respond, because his cock twitched, and a clear drop of precum leaked from its tip. I wanted to sink to my knees and lick it away. To take him in my mouth and swallow his hot seed when he came. But he had better ideas.
He came around in front of me again. I reached for his cock, but he caught my hand, gently but firmly, in his. The skin-to-skin contact was so intense it was electric. I bit my lip to swallow a thoroughly indecent sound of lust and frustration.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and bend over. I want to see you. Every glistening part of you. I want to know how wet you are for me, right before I fuck you.”
I sucked in a shallow breath of air and immediately did as he asked. I turned my ass to him and leaned forward onto the big bed. Slowly I arched myself forward, spreading my legs as he’d commanded. I lifted the sheer dress over my hips and tilted them so he could see my pussy lips so slick and hot.
“Good.” I could hear the pleasure and the lust in the rough rasp of his deep voice. He moved up against me and slid his big hands up my thighs
, to my ass cheeks, caressing me. The touch was not gentle, but neither was it painful. It was as if his hands wanted to possess me completely. One hand came up from behind to cup my breast, tweaking my nipple between his forefinger and thumb until I had to bite my lip on a sob of pleasure. His other hand skimmed along my hot, swollen lips, teasing me until I groaned and tried to force those fingers inside me.
He laughed and withdrew his hand before I succeeded. Then there was a sharp smack, a sting of pain on my ass cheek that quickly faded to red warmth as he massaged the place he’d spanked me. “Naughty,” he said. “I am in command of your pleasure. Never forget that.”
“Please…” I moaned, my core feeling empty, aching for him to fill me. To match the fantasy to the reality, where the hard, hot length of the aranza stim stretched my lower lips.
He gave a chuckle, satisfied at my desperation, at my utter need for him to fill me now. “I am the one who knows what you need, little human. Only me. And only I am allowed to give it to you. Say it.”
“Only you,” I whispered.
“And only you for me,” he said, an instant before pulling me to him and claiming my mouth in a kiss that drove every thought from my brain. His hands tilted my hips for him. The tip of his cock pushed at my pussy lips, slowly thrusting inside until he filled me. Waves of excitement ran through me, and it was all I could do not to begin rocking against him. He drew back again until his cockhead was just about to pull free and then he rammed into me hard, balls deep, sending lightning bolts of pure ecstasy shooting through—
The door chime sounded. The sound from the real world shattered my concentration. When I lost my concentration, the fantasy fragmented into nothing. Even though the aranza was still deep in my pussy and still driving me to the heights of pleasure, I lost the crest of the orgasm that had been instants from crushing me with its power. My eyes shot open as the door chime sounded again.
“Fuckzall cuzvitdo’puza!” I snarled, using the worst curses I had. I yanked the aranza stimulator out of my pussy and tore off the neural stimulator. I shoved both into the drawer of my simple nightstand. My legs were shaking, my hands trembling, and my empty pussy filled only with a disappointed ache at the simultaneous loss of my pleasure and my fantasy.
My fantasy… I felt my cheeks redden. How had Prince Vorgyn showed up in my fantasy? It was completely unprofessional and totally unacceptable.
I was in so much trouble.
The door chime rang yet again, longer and more impatiently. “Give me a moment,” I grumbled, scrambling to put on a clean kenvo battle suit. My mind was still fuzzy from the sexing…and I was trembling with frustrated need.
Next time I would be sure I had enough private time set aside to really indulge my fantasy to the climax. And next time it wouldn’t star the Jardan warrior prince who had rejected me.
I finally opened the door to find Ionas looming there and glaring at me impatiently. Even though he wasn’t of the warrior class, all Jardan towered over me.
“You’re expected to answer quickly when called,” Ionas snapped, his eyes narrowing as he stared at me. I hoped my cheeks weren’t still red or that he didn’t know enough about human female arousal to tell what I’d been up to just seconds ago.
“I apologize,” I said, giving no explanation. He didn’t hold my contract. I shifted from foot to foot, trying to find some relief from the incredible pressure between my legs. If he’d only given me two more damn minutes…
His glower deepened. “Collect your weapons. You are wanted by Prince Vorgyn. Come.”
That’s what I’d been trying to do, I thought sourly. But I only gathered my gear and followed him down the hall, trying to ignore how hearing the prince’s name had caused my heart to beat faster than it should have and my pussy to quiver with that unsated need and grow wet again. I shouldn’t have wasted a clean battle suit.
CHAPTER FOUR
Prince Vorgyn Mar’Don
I clenched my fists and paced around one of the huge rooms in my chambers. I’d had servants empty the room of all furniture. Now it was bare of everything except for a combat robot I’d had brought up from the training arenas.
Still unable to find my inner calm, I strode to the windows. It was dark beyond the nearly indestructible armor glass. I stood at the north-facing wall of windows, looking down from the fortress high on Mt. Kluarmn to the glittering lights of the metropolis below. The heated floor tiles arranged in the Mar’Don crest sent warmth up through my bare feet.
I wore no shirt, only simple, loose black trousers and my necklace proclaiming my royal right to rule. My sword sat in its sheath at my side, a comforting weight.
Finally, the com system for my chambers came to life with the sound of Ionas’s voice. “Your Royal Highness, I have brought the Ron-Zishu as you requested.”
“Good. Enter.”
I turned to face the door. I put on the face I used when greeting ambassadors. Not hostile, but not friendly either. Ionas entered first, bowed to me, and stepped aside for Melika Gendressa.
Something tightened in my chest at the sight of her. A need. An ache. Something tightened in my groin as well, and I immediately thought of ice cubes on my cock to try and chill that beast from stirring to life. It wouldn’t do to terrorize the poor human with my cock standing taller than she was the moment she stepped inside.
Her alien strangeness was compelling though. I couldn’t deny it. She was more delicate than Jardan females. I liked the color of her eyes, so dark compared to everyone else in the fortress. Her hair was dark as well, pulled back and secured in a braid behind her. High cheekbones, heart-shaped face. Her skin was striking as well, smooth and flawless. My fingers twitched to discover if her skin felt as smooth as it looked.
All humans were small compared to the Jardan. Her breasts were medium sized and well shaped, even covered by her suit’s armor, and her hips were delightfully curvy. I’d already seen her rear end as she’d left the throne room earlier. Nice and round, filling out the tight uniform she wore. The uniform itself was dark gray, formfitting, but with pads of fabric-covered armor plating over the vulnerable places on the torso. She had a tattoo or burn skin ink design of a triangle on her left hand.
Melika faced me and bowed formally. “You wished to see me, my prince.”
My prince. Her words sent a thrill through me that I made certain to keep hidden from her. By Ungeni and his sacred sword, I was acting like a male experiencing his first hard-on.
Perhaps it would be better just to fuck her and have done with it. Then I could get back to my life and all the challenges of ruling Avoloxa: trade issues, conflict between clans, keeping some kind of peace on a world full of battle-loving warriors. Right now, all of those seemed preferable to love-gazing at this small alien from a distant planet in the Galactic Imperium.
“I want to see what you can do,” I said more brusquely than I intended. I waved a hand at the combat robot. “You claim to be a warrior. Convince me.”
Ionas took a step closer to me. He glanced at the array of strange weapons secured around Melika’s waist. “Shall I have your bodyguards enter and stay with you?”
Not very subtle. I knew he suspected her, but it was an insult to me that I’d need protection from a human. I was tired of the implication. “No. Leave us.”
He hesitated. “Alone, my prince?”
I did not answer him, only stared at him, my expression stone, until he bowed and scrambled out of the room. I waited for the double doors to slide closed, then I turned my gaze to her.
“Are you ready?”
She looked the combat robot over. I didn’t know the model, only that it was the biggest one we had, very fast and powerful. I’d ripped and sliced apart hundreds of them, and similar ones, over the course of my combat practices. Destroying robots wasn’t as satisfying as true combat, but at least my blade got to slice into something real.
“You’ll need more than one robot, my prince,” she said, her tone surprisingly sweet. “I usually trai
n against three at a time.”
I threw back my head and laughed. I liked bravado. Especially in something so tiny and pretty. It was the contrast and conflict that excited me, I think. My cock stirred again.
“One will be enough for now.” I activated the robot with a voice command.
The lights in its eyes glowed to life and burned red. The robot was even taller than I was, and I was big for a Jardan. Its armored frame was white and gleamed in the lights. It had four arms arranged on a spinning cylinder at shoulder height so it could block attacks from the front and back while counter attacking with the arms on its sides. It carried a training sword in one arm—a long metal pole that gave punishing shocks if it touched flesh. Another arm held a round, blaster-proof shield. Its remaining two arms were empty but ready to grab.
Melika took a guard stance, facing the robot as if she expected it to come at her. Instead, I spoke another command and robot charged straight for me. It raised its training sword to smash me to the floor. Instead of defending myself, I folded my arms, staring at it and standing my ground.
The training sword swung straight at my head. Then Melika was there, striking the robots arm at the joint with the odd baton-type weapon she carried. There was a pulse of energy and the robot’s limb blew apart where she’d hit it.
Huh. She was quick.
The robot grabbed for her with one of its free arms. She dodged it, then backflipped out of reach. The robot gave chase. She wall-ran her way along the armored window glass, leading it away from me. Interesting.
When she was far enough away, she launched herself off the glass back to the floor. The robot closed in on her quickly, raising its shield to hammer her down.
She flung something at it—two black disks with a cord between them. They wrapped around one of the robot’s arms, then magnetized, clamping to the robot’s frame. An instant later they began to melt through the armor.
The robot was as good as dead, but it wasn’t finished yet. It charged her again, spinning its remaining arms around it as the cylinder at its core whirled, making a dangerous blur. She stood her ground to the last second, then dropped low and jammed her fighting stick at its knee joint, destroying it. The robot flailed and toppled. She rolled out of the way, then backflipped onto it from behind. She drove her fighting stick down into its main processor and activated a small EMP blast.
