Azar's Prize

by Reese Gabriel

  “That’s a bad girl, Theryssa.” Azar did a little jackknifing of his own, managing to wedge her legs apart.

  “I’m not…a girl…” she pushed at him in vain. “I’m a…woman…a pissed-off woman.”

  Azar savored the scent of her sex, freshly released into the air. “You’re aroused.”

  “I hate you, Azar,” she spat.

  Azar ripped open the front of the shirt, baring her heaving breasts. “You don’t hate me,” he palmed her left breast, clutching it in his hand, “you hate how much you need this.”

  “You’re hurting me,” she said.

  Her flesh felt so good in his hand, so alive, so captive. “Then tell me to stop.”

  He was taking the risk of losing her, but it had to be done. He had no interest in forcing her, really.

  Theryssa clenched her teeth in rage, but she couldn’t get the words out. She was as hooked on this as he.

  “That’s what I thought,” he declared in triumph. “You don’t want me to stop. You know what I’m going to do to you, Theryssa? As punishment for trying to escape?”

  She shook her head, trying to look away from him, over his shoulder, anywhere she could find relief from his unflinching stare. “No, and I don’t care.”

  “Oh, but I think you do care.” He massaged her breast, applying just enough pressure. “I think you care a great deal.”

  Theryssa arched her back, moaning. “N-no.” In spite of her protests, however, she was giving him better access to the swollen globe.

  Azar smiled wickedly. He knew damn well she was in too deep, but he gave her another out. One more, just in case. “If you want me to stop, tell me now. You can go home with your parents. Just say the word.”

  Her head was back, her eyes closed. She sucked in her lip…saying nothing.

  “Very well.” Azar leaned forward now, whispering in her ear what her punishment would be.

  Theryssa gasped. “No, I can’t. I’ve never—”

  “Of course you can.” Azar took her nipple between his teeth, bending his head low to get it. Employing a subtle but devastating mix of suckling and biting, he brought her to a state of near hysteria.

  Her body was writhing, slithering in place like a snake straight out of Eden. The nipple was beet red, hard and supple when he finally released it.

  She whimpered, abandoned. “Please…don’t stop.”

  “But I thought you didn’t like where things were going?” he reminded her. “You just rejected your punishment, remember?”

  “Azar, you’re tormenting me,” she sighed, her breath coming in broken stabs. “Don’t do this.”

  “Tell me, then. Tell me you are prepared to accept what I am choosing for you.”

  “Not…not that. Anything else.”

  Azar repeated the treatment on her other nipple. He could feel the energy surging through her body. She was close to coming, just from the pleasure of his mouth on her breast and his knee on her vulva.

  “Tell me.” He surrendered the second nipple to the open air.

  Theryssa was writhing. “I…accept.”

  “Accept what? Speak the words.”

  “Your cock…in my ass.” She mouthed the sentence hotly from dry lips.

  Azar gave her breasts a mild slap, enough to jolt her senses and fill her with even more unanswerable pleasure. “Is that how you ask for something, Theryssa? From your Master?”

  “No, it’s not…” Her teeth chattered. Her forehead was drenched with sweat.

  So much pleasure in her bittersweet expression, her curling lips. So much scandal, too. For she was once again enjoying and wanting things that good young women of Earth, good Guardian’s daughters, were not supposed to want.

  “You’re stalling, Theryssa.” He readied himself to slap her again.

  She tried to cover her breasts instinctively, but he spoke a command, harshly, firmly. “Arms down.”

  She dropped her hands to her sides. His cock swelled in response to her act of lightning fast obedience. His desire to be gentle with her overcame his desire to be firm. Instead of slapping, he offered a caress, as soft as it was insolent, to her left nipple.

  Azar could feel her sex liquid soaking through his trousers on his thigh where he was holding her legs open.

  He thought she would melt from the act of submission…being made to endure his touches like this, having no ability to protect herself.

  “I need your discipline,” she cried. “Oh, god, I can’t help it. I need to be fucked by you, hard and strong…in my ass.”

  Azar laid his palm on her cheek. Hot and pink. “Do you know why it will be punishment for you to submit anally?” he inquired.

  “Because of the degradation?” She licked her lips. He could feel her sinking into a trance, readying herself.

  He stroked her forehead, brushing away strands of her long, silky, damp hair. It was time to bring her deeper still. “No, Theryssa,” he countered. “As my slave, you can’t be degraded. Shamed, yes, but I define that differently—as part of the power dynamics between us, the thrill we share when I push you beyond yourself. Care to guess again?”

  “No.” Her voice was a ghostly whisper, erotic and curling up toward the bulkhead ceiling of the room.

  “It’s a punishment to sink my cock deep into your ass, because your pussy will be deprived in the process. You will endure the feelings of invasion without the normal stimulation. And you will know, too, that this is happening by my will. Because I am displeased by your behavior.”

  “I don’t have to please you,” she squirmed.

  “But it arouses you to talk about it. To think about it.”

  “I don’t want to think!”

  “Very well.” Azar spun her by the hips, facing her away from him. “Down,” he ordered. “Palms and breasts on the table top.”

  She shivered as her sensitive nipples touched the cold metal.

  “Open,” he slapped her ass, compelling her to widen her stance.

  Theryssa treated him to a most delicious view of her pink labia, thick and moist. No doubt, she would dearly love to come, but at the moment, he had only one use for her dripping opening.

  Namely as a source of lubrication for the tinier one.

  “You’re a beautiful woman,” he pinched her perfect ass cheek cruelly. “A man could easily be overcome by you. Which is all the more reason to keep you on a short leash.”

  Theryssa jerked, though not entirely in pain. Azar tore at the opening to his breeches. He could not get his cock out fast enough.

  “You don’t have me on any kind of leash,” she defied. “You don’t have me at all.”

  “You will only worsen your punishment, little one, by backtalking me.”

  “Fuck you, you bastard.”

  She tried to rise, he kept her in place, a firm hand on her back, fingers splayed. “Rub your nipples on the table,” he ordered, thankful that Theron had promised to deactivate the monitor for the retinal scanner in her eye, hoping that he had, “my horny little spy.”

  Before she could think of arguing, he went to work on her clitoris. As usual he was able to get her body to betray both her will and her pride.

  “I…hate you,” she moaned as he plucked at the center of her desire, arousing but not satisfying, touching in such a way as to leave her hungrier with each passing second.

  “I am waiting.” He focused her on his command.

  Theryssa submitted, sliding her breasts, slippery with sweat, over the table. Just a few inches up and back and she was out of her mind. The smooth hardness, imposed as it was on soft flesh…

  “Azar,” she gritted her teeth, “I can’t take much more.”

  “You’re a Guardian. Strong and quick enough to get out of my chains,” he pointed out.

  “Damn you, I’m female, too.”

  “When it’s convenient.”

  “This is hardly convenient!”

  “It is for me,” he mused. “Tell me, what would make it better? How about if we go strai
ght to here.”

  “Here” was her pussy, which opened like butter to his fingers.

  “Oh, stars, Azar,” she groaned. “Do it, fuck me, put me out of my misery.”

  “But we have to tend to discipline, don’t we?”

  He had her right where he wanted.

  “Yes,” she replied miserably.

  “Tell me your punishment.”

  “You know what it is, Azar…you came up with it.”

  “Tell me anyway.”

  “Anal…intercourse.”

  “My cock inside your ass,” he restated the matter in plain terms. “Using you at will.” She gasped as his finger gathered moisture from her pussy. “A little lubrication,” he explained, applying the liquid to the tiny opening. “You would do well to relax, Theryssa.”

  She curled her toes. “Azar, I’m not sure it will fit.”

  “There’s no need to be nervous,” he soothed. “This is erotic punishment. This is the pain of psychological submission…knowing Master can have you as he wishes.”

  “Yes,” she picked up on his words, “I’m your slave. You can take me…even in the ass.”

  “Whose ass?”

  “Your ass,” she cried. “You can fuck your slave in the ass because it’s yours.”

  He continued to prepare her, making her hole wetter and wetter. “My Theryssa.” He stroked her pussy.

  “Oh, god,” she responded to his presence, his words. “Oh fuck.”

  Had it been less than a day since he had first called her his? How much more meaning it carried now, knowing as he did the connection to her father, the one true friend he had ever had in his life.

  “Azar, wait, tell me something first.”

  “What is it?”

  “My father mentioned a woman…is she the one you once loved?”

  “What did I tell you about asking questions?”

  “I want to know. I deserve it.”

  “You’re a slave being punished. Concentrate on that.”

  “Do you still love her?” she persisted.

  His cock was at the puckered entrance. The head of it was slick and moist. “That was another life.”

  She groaned as he slid his cock inward an inch or so. “It’s not fair.” She shook her head.

  “What isn’t fair?” He took another inch, making her breathe faster still.

  “Any of this…how we met…how we are now…we didn’t have a chance to…”

  “A chance to what?” he pressed. “Fall in love? It doesn’t matter how people meet. It either happens or it doesn’t.”

  “I know nothing about you…”

  “You know what matters.” His cock enjoyed the raw tightness. A place no man had been before. Virgin Theryssa. Unknown, and yet surprisingly familiar. Pulsing and spunky…deliciously, yieldingly defiant.

  “So full,” she sighed. “So…different.”

  “It’s another kind of closeness,” he said, using his primale powers to regulate the size of his cock, allowing careful, but satisfying penetration, farther, farther. “I have wanted this since I saw you. Wanted to possess you this way.”

  “And I…wanted to be yours. Though I wouldn’t admit it. Azar, I looked at your holos.”

  “Did you?” The idea made him smile. “Tell me more.”

  She sighed, pushing her ass back. He moved in farther, then retracted. It was time to fuck her for real.

  “They drove me crazy…I masturbated.”

  “You wicked little girl,” he teased.

  Azar plunged himself back in, widening her a little more. He was tuned in to every subtle motion in her body, being careful to push her only to the limits of ecstasy and not beyond.

  “I had to put up a blocker against you.”

  “I had the same reaction,” he admitted, “when I saw you in your little uniform, flame of black hair, bright-eyed, putting on that little damsel routine.”

  “Pretty bad acting.”

  “Charming, though.”

  “Oh, Azar…come inside me, will you? Come in my ass? Show me I’m your girl. Show me why it is I shouldn’t want to escape.”

  “If you insist,” he said. “But I warn you, the journey is deep.”

  “Deeper than your cock can go?”

  “Yes,” he replied. “Much.”

  Chapter Eight

  Theryssa should have her head examined.

  Captured…naked and penetrated, ass full of cock, her pussy craving attention, dripping for it, her breasts squashed, helpless already…and she just asked for more?

  “Use your tongue,” he said. “On the top of the table.”

  “My…tongue?” Theryssa stiffened. Like the rest of this or any space ship, it was a clean, hygienic surface, but it was the symbolism more than anything. The idea of giving in to him, of behaving…like some kind of pet.

  “Yes, lick it. And give in to the sensations. That is how you will feel your slavery to me. Your powerlessness to resist your own pleasure.”

  Tentatively, she opened her mouth. With her head sideways, she had to apply the side of her tongue. She did so, quickly retracting it. The taste was metallic, and deliciously wicked.

  Azar told her to do it again, more lingeringly. Whimpering, Theryssa moved her head into position, just grazing the shiny metal surface with her pink tongue.

  “Yes, Theryssa.” His voice was a hypnotic rasp. “See how obedient you can be? See what a good little slave you are?”

  Yes…Theryssa could see the point now. Hungrily, she lapped at the metal, again and again. Cold and hard, completely unyielding. She felt weak all over, her ass and pussy open and totally vulnerable in comparison. He could take her now, she was ready.

  “Theryssa,” he sighed in approval.

  “Yes, Azar.” She said his name as a plea, an encouragement, an utterance of awe, all wrapped up together.

  “Theryssa,” he said her name once more, sending spasms of joy through her body, “you are so incredible.”

  “But you don’t know me,” she reminded.

  “I know what matters,” he said, using the same words he’d used for himself.

  The passion in his voice made her untouched pussy burn. “I want to take more of you. Make your cock bigger. I know you can. You’re primale.”

  “It’s your first time,” he cautioned.

  “I don’t give a fuck,” she defied. Adding, in afterthought, “I mean I don’t give a fuck, Master. I’m three quarters primale—primefemale. I can take it.”

  Azar growled. “Tell me again why I let you stay?”

  “You didn’t. I’m here of my own volition. Oh, god, Azar, you’re a perfect fit. Give me it all, I want it all.”

  He swelled his cock—thicker, longer, harder. “No woman has ever been able to bear this much.”

  “I’m not just any woman.”

  He reared back and slammed himself deep. “You talk too much…still.”

  “You love it and you know it.”

  “Only when it’s what I want to hear…slave.”

  “You’d be bored to tears if I did that…Master.”

  She could swear that this marvelous, hard, veined cock of his was made for her and her alone. Theryssa thought of that cock being elsewhere. She thought of its history, even as she sought to take it deeper, inviting it inward to her center. She decided she didn’t care for its history, for all the places it had been. And she did not care for its future.

  At least if that future meant being inside any other female but her.

  “Galaxy forbid boredom. Speaking of which, how is that pussy of mine?” Her pussy spasmed in response to his words of possession. “I’m burning up,” she confessed.

  Azar shifted positions somehow, putting a little pressure on her pelvis. She groaned, feeling suddenly better. And worse. She had no choice now but to move, rocking her hips from side to side.

  It was her clitoris. He was using the edge of the table, the cold beveled metal for leverage. No direct contact, but something indirect, and t
herefore more teasing.

  “Azar, tell me what it looks like,” she said impulsively.

  Azar laughed. She tensed just a little, knowing him well enough that he was about to shift once more, from doting lover, to his pirate persona.

  “It looks like my little slave,” he said, right on cue. “Bent over, submitting…taking her Master’s cock.”

  The provocative words coursed through her, snapping at her sensibilities like a whip. “Yes,” she hissed. “Master’s cock in my ass.”

  “You attempted to escape me,” he reminded her, pounding without mercy. “You were a bad girl.”

  “Yes…Master.”

  “There’s no escape now, is there?” Another push and then another, until she felt she would split wide open, into pieces of herself—exploding, sizzling, lust-fried pieces.

  “No…”

  “I left you chained in my bed, Theryssa. That’s where you belonged until I released you.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Take it, Theryssa. Take your punishment.” Another push, decisive and domineering.

  “Oh, god…oh, Master…it’s so…tight.”

  “You’re the most beautiful, captivating woman I’ve ever known, Theryssa. Every time I look at you, touch you, it’s like I plunge into some unknown universe, one where I will never find the bottom, and yet I can’t live without a second of the journey. You know what it does to me, to think of you…apart from me?”

  “Oh, Azar,” she cried, “what you do to me. I knew there was more to you, I saw in your eyes your history, your pain, the first time I beheld you.”

  “I want you chained, Theryssa.” He pulled back, nearly to the tip. And then he descended again, reclaiming all the territory he’d won. And more. “I want you naked. In a collar. I want you in my bed. Begging. Dripping and open—helpless.”

  “I am helpless,” she said. “You have me. I’m here…I’m yours. I shouldn’t want it like this, but I do. I can’t help it. I’m supposed to be a Guardian.”

  “You are,” he insisted. “One of the bravest I’ve ever known. Coming here like you did…”

  “You made it possible. You gave me courage, even though you were supposed to be my enemy.”