No Escape - Book 4: Trek Mi Q'an

by Jaid Black

  When he could endure no more torture, he gently prodded her face up from his lap. She removed her lips from his cock, a suctioning sound as it popped out echoing through the bedchamber. “Ride me,” he murmured, his gaze clashing with hers. “I’ve long dreamed of it,” he thickly admitted.

  Kara crawled up the long length of him, naked and as aroused as was he. She didn’t make him wait, neglected even to tease him in the ways the mating mistress had suggested, for her need was as fierce as his own. “Aye,” she whispered as she guided the thick head of his erection to her channel. “As have I.”

  On a groan, Kara sheathed his manhood within her flesh, her nipples hardening when she heard him suck in his breath. The two Kefas that lie abed with Cam made mewling sounds, their enchanted senses attuned to any flesh that hardened before them. Kara was more than happy to provide each one with a plump nipple to suckle, her eyes closing in bliss as the slaves further aroused her whilst she slammed her hips down upon a hungry Cam.

  “I love watching slaves suckle you,” he said hoarsely. “Before you fled, I looked forward to visiting with you just to see the look upon your face whilst the slaves brought you to peak after peak.”

  Kara’s eyes narrowed in desire as she rode him harder. “I enjoyed the peaks you gave me even more,” she said breathlessly.

  His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. His jaw clenched in pleasure. “As did I, pani.”

  And then they spoke no more, for they were busy with the pleasure of mating each other hard. Kara moaned and groaned as her hips slammed down upon him, the feel of his stiff cock buried within her causing her to peak o’er and o’er again. The Kefas continued to suck on her nipples, their throats emitting mewling sounds each time her nipples grew harder and more elongated within their mouths.

  “Come for me again,” Cam ground out, his thumb massaging her clit whilst she rode him. “Let me feel that sweet pussy—oh aye,” he praised her thickly, “just like that, wee one.”

  “Cam.”

  Kara moaned long and loud as she bounced atop him, her flesh contracting around his whilst she burst. “Aye,” she groaned, her hips slamming down to impale him within her channel again and again. “Cam.”

  Cam’s teeth gritted whilst she burst, his hands digging into the flesh of her hips to hold her steady that he might spurt his hot liquid deep within her. He groaned whilst he spewed, his muscles clenching hotly, the veins in his arms cording as he came. “Kara,” he groaned. “I love you.”

  Kara’s body stilled atop his, her eyes wide as she panted for air. “Do you say this in passion?” she asked, her voice a rasp. “Or do you say this in truth?”

  He was given no time to answer, for her bridal necklace began to pulse and in the blink of an eye both were moaning and groaning as they rode out endless waves of sexual euphoria. Kara gasped at the sensation, knowing why ‘twas Sacred Mates would never even consider separating once they’d been joined. ‘Twas more than peak, she knew. ‘Twas also the emotions that assaulted them whilst they rode out the waves together.

  After long minutes had passed and she was lying securely stretched out atop Cam’s chest, Kara heard his voice whisper down to her. “In truth do I love you. In truth, I have always loved you.”

  She closed her eyes whilst she steadied herself, having been raised to believe as all Trystonni were that tears were inferior to stoicism. “Can you forgive me?” she asked quietly, hopefully.

  Cam stroked her hair behind her ear. “Only if you will forgive me, nee’ka.”

  Kara raised her head, unable to suppress the single tear that misted in her eye. “I love you too, Cam. I’ve always loved you.”

  He smiled, his eyes finding hers. “I think,” he said softly, ‘’tis time to change the name of this palace once more.”

  “Aye,” she agreed, her head coming down to rest o’er his hearts. She hugged him tightly. “Naught shall come between us again.”

  She smiled into the night, a blue moonbeam shining through the bedchamber window as they both fell into a happy, contented slumber.

  Chapter 10

  Planet Khan-Gor, “Planet of the Predators”

  Zyrus Galaxy, Seventh Dimension

  Jana gritted her teeth as the last of her zoka was ripped from her body and thrown to the ground. “What are you doing?” she sputtered, whirling around to face Yorin. Her nostrils flared. “Why did—oh goddess.”

  Jana gasped as she watched the pupils of Yorin’s eyes light up a frightening red. She took two steps away from him, backing up instinctively as she watched lasers shoot out from his eyes and singe the material of the flimsy zoka until naught remained of it. Her eyes wide with terror, she continued backing up, her mind desperately racing through different scenarios of escape.

  Yorin’s nostrils flared. “Do not back away from me, zya, or ‘twill be another spanking for you.”

  Her lips curled into a snarl at the reminder of the child’s punishment she’d received two moon-risings ago, the very punishment that had been doled out to her a mere Nuba-hour after she had awoken from her sennight long state of unconsciousness. Back on Galis he had vowed to punish her if she ordered him bound and tied down. He had stayed true to his word, turning her o’er his knee and spanking her bared bottom at first opportunity.

  Afterwards, he had carried her to the bed of furs aboard his ship and had taken his pleasure within her flesh more times than she could count. ‘Twas for a certainty she was with child. Leastways, no wench of his species could be mounted so many times without conceiving, she knew. And she indeed was of his species.

  She knew not what had happened to her during the sennight she had been in a coma-like state, yet ‘twas for a certainty that a metamorphosis of sorts had occurred within her body. Her senses were keener than once they had been, her reflexes faster, her movements more agile, and her passions more pronounced. The need to couple overcame her every other hour, and the automatic compulsion to obey him in all things forever drove her to do his bidding. ‘Twas driving her mad—all of it.

  Jana ignored his not so subtle threat and concentrated instead on the injustice that had been done to her. “I want to return to Galis anon,” she hissed. Her eyes narrowed. “And I want the zoka you ruined replaced with your own credits. ‘Twas an expensive material possession you just charred as naught but waste.”

  Yorin raised a dark brow. “You will not speak to me in such a tone, vorah.” He gentled his voice a tad so as not to frighten her further. “And what’s more, there is no such thing as credits on Khan-Gor.”

  She harrumphed. “Why does this knowledge not surprise me?” she asked bitterly. “You are naught but Barbarians, the lot of you.” She crossed her arms under her breasts and rubbed briskly at her lower arms. ‘Twas cold indeed on this primitive planet of silver ice.

  “What know you of my species to make such a judgment?” he murmured.

  Her nostrils flared. “I know that you have kidnapped me against my will. I know that you have denied me the use of clothing though ‘tis cold enough out here to kill me. And you just admitted you’ve no bartering system here which can only mean you have naught worthy of bartering for.”

  His sharp silver eyes raked o’er her naked body. “I never said we’ve no bartering system,” he replied absently, his mind focused on his arousal. “I only said that we do not barter with credits.”

  She was intrigued despite herself. She didn’t want to express any interest o’er his planet in the slightest, yet her curious nature won out. “What do you barter with then?” she mumbled.

  Yorin walked a step closer to her, separating the distance between them that quickly. “We barter with yenni.”

  Her eyes narrowed uncomprehendingly. “Yenni?” she asked incredulously. “What in the sands are those?”

  His eyes flicked toward the entrance of the silver, ice-coated cave that was his lair. “Let us go inside and I will show you. ‘Tis past time to feed them anyway.”

  Jana’s eyes darted from the cave bac
k to Yorin. “Your species barter with living creatures?”

  “Aye.”

  She sighed, thinking that was the strangest custom she’d ever heard tell of. Waving away the enigma of the yenni for the moment, she returned to her earlier demand. She had no desire to enter that cave with him, but she also realized that she had no choice—for now. Eventually she would escape him and all this nonsense would be naught but a dream, but for the interim she could only bide her time. “If you want me to accompany you inside of my own will, then ‘tis for a certainty,” she said staunchly, “that you will clothe me.” Her hand swept about in a manner meant to broach no argument. “’Tis nigh unto chilling out here. ‘Twill be a thousand times colder within a dark cave.”

  Yorin’s lips curled into a half-smile. “’Tis not exceedingly cold within our lair, vorah. Nor is it dark. ‘Tis lit of gel-fire.”

  By this point in the conversation, Jana’s teeth were chattering from the frigid temperature of Khan-Gor. Her bared feet were freezing, standing upon the silver ice ground as she was. Every second they remained without grew worse. “Why d-do you not c-clothe me?” she asked again, for some perverse reason wanting to hear the real answer.

  His gaze devoured her naked body as the thumb and index finger of one of his hands reached toward a nipple and rolled it around between them. She sucked in her breath, immediately aroused.

  “Because,” he murmured, his predator eyes narrowing in possessiveness, “males of my species do not take chances with their mates.”

  Jana’s breathing stilled as she considered the significance of his words. She feared she already understood his meaning, but asked the question anyway. “What d-do y-you mean?” she chattered out.

  Yorin plucked her up off of the icy ground, no longer willing to abide her foolishness. She would catch her death if she continued to stand out here in the cold. Cradling her close to his body, he swaddled her within the warmth of the animal pelt he was wearing, then made for his lair.

  “I mean,” he explained in an implacable tone of voice as he strode toward the entrance to the cave, “that males of my species allow their mates no clothing because ‘tis impossible to flee from us whilst naked.”

  Jana bit down on her lip to keep from whimpering aloud. He was telling the truth and she knew it. In an icy climate such as this one, a wench on the run from the male who’d claimed her would last mayhap a Nuba-hour before expiring without clothing to warm her.

  If she was considering ways she might thieve animal pelts from Yorin, she kept her thoughts to herself.

  * * * * *

  Piloting through the black depths of deep space, Kari Gy’at Li glanced over to where Dari sat beside her. The princess was silent, her eyes narrowed in thought as she stared out of the gastrolight cruiser’s wide porthole.

  It had been a long day, an even longer week, Kari thought wearily. They had followed the trail dictated to them by Talia, the Chief High Mystik of Galis, yet so far they had learned very little in the way of useful information.

  They still didn’t know where the Evil One had originated from, nor did they even know who or what it really was. All that they knew was that the information was out there—somewhere—and that they needed to find it before the Evil One found them.

  “Where should we go now?” Kari asked softly, turning back to face the vastness of space.

  Dari sighed as she tiredly smoothed back a few strands of micro-braids. “I think you should pilot us to the far reaches of this galaxy, just to see if what we learned on the last planet has any truth to it at all.”

  Kari snorted at that. “I doubt it. As exploratory a people as the citizens of Trek Mi Q’an are, surely somebody would have discovered this ice planet if indeed it truly exists.” She shook her head. “Those males on planet Brekkon didn’t look to be the most reputable or reliable of sources.”

  Dari tried to smile at her words, but found the movement too taxing. “Have you a better idea then?” she challenged.

  “No.” Kari sighed. “Unfortunately I don’t.”

  “Then what harm will it do us to at least go see for ourselves?”

  “Point taken.”

  Neither woman said anything more on the subject as Kari Gy’at Li steered the gastrolight cruiser toward an encroaching wormhole. But then there wasn’t much that could be said. They could either check out every possibility no matter how small, or they could surrender themselves in defeat and be killed off in the process.

  By now the Evil One surely knew that Dari and Bazi had escaped. ‘Twas only a matter of time until it came looking for them…and mayhap found them.

  * * * * *

  “This,” Jana squeaked, “are yenni?” She stared unblinking down at the creatures, unable to believe what it was she was seeing. They hadn’t even reached the lair proper yet, she thought apprehensively, and already, only three feet inside the cave’s entrance, they’d come upon these…pets. What in the sands else would she find here?

  “Aye,” Yorin absently answered her as he removed the animal pelt that had covered his upper body, exposing his massively muscled arms and chest. His lips curved into a frown. “It looks as though they haven’t been fed in days,” he said angrily. “My brothers know better than to go off without one of them remaining behind to feed them.”

  When Yorin began removing the animal skin kilt-like covering that he wore, Jana’s jaw dropped open. “How do you plan to feed them?” she sputtered.

  His eyebrows rose fractionally at her reaction, but he said naught to chastise her. ‘Twas all new to her, he realized. Given time she would accept the ways of Khan-Gor as her own. “With seed, of course.”

  Jana thought ‘twas possible her jaw was hanging open wide enough for it to touch the ground. “Life-force?” she squeaked. “The staple of their diet is life-force?”

  “Aye.” Naked, he strode toward the pen, stopping only briefly to apologize. He combed his fingers gently through her hair. “’Twas not my intention to take the time to feed them on the very moon-rising I brought you home, yet ‘tis apparent from the fact that these creatures of the night are sleeping whilst ‘tis dark that they are lethargic from lack of food.”

  Jana’s teeth clicked shut. She could only stare at him dumbly.

  “Go on and explore your new home, vorah,” he said on a nod. “’Twill like as naught take me a couple of hours before they’ve had their fill.”

  She returned his nod, yet never moved from her position. Too curious to leave just yet if at all, she watched in fascination as Yorin entered the pen and walked towards a bed of soft animal pelts.

  Tethered by golden choke collars that were secured to the wall of the cave by long leashes, were a pack of creatures that looked much like humanoid wenches save for their luminescent white skins and sharp, icy looking tails. And, of course, the fact that they preferred moving about on all fours to standing upright.

  Otherwise, however, the yenni looked remarkably like humanoid wenches. They sported large, full breasts, puffy labias that looked ripe and ready for a male’s thrusting, as well as beautiful faces. If the staple of their diet was Kahn-Gor male life-force, ‘twas obvious now to Jana why these creatures were used for bartering. Much like Kefas, they were insatiable pleasure-givers. And just as the Kefas had no thought processes, the yenni too looked to harbor none either. Leastways, if they were possessed of thought processes, ‘twas the simplistic reasoning of lower animals, their main goal in life to stay well-fed.

  If Jana had thought the creatures were too similar to humanoid wenches for her to have a care for, such doubt was laid to rest when she saw the first yenni take notice of Yorin’s presence and bound o’er to him. She leapt on all fours in a lightening-fast movement, her tail whipping about excitedly at the realization that she was nigh close to being fed. A scarce second later the rest of the pack took notice of the master and in the blink of an eye, they had tackled him in their excitement, causing him to land upon the bedding with a thump.

  Yorin laughed as he la
nded on his backside, then groaned when the dominant female of the group popped her suctioning lips around his cock.

  Yet another difference from humanoid wenches, Jana noted with interest. The lips of the yenni were exceedingly puffy when wrapped around a cock, as if they had been made to suckle males dry.

  She sighed. By the holy sands of Tryston, why had she ever left Ti Q’won? Had she not fled, she wearily conceded, then she never would have went to Galis. And had she never ventured into Galis, then she never would have been kidnapped by Yorin only to end up here watching this bizarre event unfold.

  Jana took a deep breath as she absently smoothed a tendril of golden hair back from her brow line. She was tired. Cold and tired. ‘Twas not so cold as it had been outside of the cave, but ‘twas still chilly enough to keep her nipples hard and goosebumps dotting her skin.

  She was confused. For two moon-risings now she had been awake and at Yorin’s side, yet she still didn’t understand why ‘twas she had been taken by him in the first. Nor did she understand what he had been doing on Galis, or how he had ended up within Klykka’s harem. When she had put her bevy of questions to the giant predator, he had but smiled in that aggravating way of his, then murmured that all would be revealed to her when at last they’d reached his lair on Khan-Gor.

  Well, she thought tiredly, they were on Khan-Gor and strictly speaking within his lair, yet still she had no answers. And, she thought on a sigh, judging by the ferocious cock suckling Yorin was receiving just now, she doubted anything in the way of enlightenment would be hers anytime soon.

  Jana’s eyes flicked down the rocky path that led to the lair proper. She bit her lip, wondering if she should go inside without Yorin that she might rest for a spell. She was exhausted. So bedamned bone-weary and—

  “Mmm, aye.”

  Yorin’s dreamily uttered words induced her head to pivot back around to watch him as he fed the yenni. His eyes were closed in bliss, his cock poking straight upwards as it disappeared within the dominant female’s mouth. Since Jana had already heard him spurt twice, she knew ‘twas a third feeding for the dominant female. She could only speculate how many spurts ‘twould take before she was filled.