by Jaid Black
Having been raised on a planet where males kept harems until they were mated, and indeed kept Kefas even after they’d been mated, Jana felt no pangs of jealousy whilst watching the feeding take place. Instead she felt mere curiosity, for she’d never heard tell of natural creatures that needed seed to exist. And, if she were honest with herself, she also felt arousal coalescing and cording within her, for the sound of so much purring whilst the females of the pack licked all o’er Yorin’s body was unexpectedly provocative.
The yenni licked him everywhere, the saltiness of his skin apparently a treat of sorts to them as well. Whilst the dominant female continued to feed, her suctioning lips working up and down his thick cock in a frenzied manner that induced Yorin to moan and groan, the beta females lapped at every other part of his body, their tongues sucking salt from his neck, his nipples, his man sac, even his knees and toes.
The look on Yorin’s face was one of carnal bliss mixed with pain. He kept moaning and groaning, then, his eyes shut tightly, eventually began crying out in sounds that were nigh unto tortured.
Jana winced, wondering to herself if the females were harming him, then walked closer to the pen to see what ‘twas they were about. Her eyes widened.
Yorin was definitely not being tortured. In fact, just the opposite. The reason the giant Barbarian was crying out so loudly was because the dominant female was allowing him no surcease. She suckled upon his cock frenziedly, wildly, in a manner that ‘twould cause any male to spurt hard and long, yet she kept him from bursting by gripping his man sac in her hands and gently tugging it away from his body.
The dominant female knew how to feed, Jana thought as her arousal grew more pronounced. The lead yenni was forcing Yorin’s man sac to jam up with seed that when she released it and allowed the tight sac to hit his body, his spurt would be violently hard.
Jana watched in fascination as the yenni continued to suckle him, one of her hands still firmly latched around his man sac, her suctioning lips working up and down his shaft with incredible speed. Yorin moaned and groaned, his head flailing about wildly, his man sac turning from a bronzed color to a bluish one.
“Feed from me,” Yorin commanded the female in the Khan-Gori tongue. His nostrils flared as his chest heaved up and down. “Drink of me anon!” he bellowed.
On a mewling sound that further reminded Jana of Kefa slaves, the dominant female obeyed, releasing his man sac and allowing it to flick back at his body. Yorin growled as he burst, fangs exploding into his mouth, his eyes lighting a primitive red, as he spurted a ferociously hard load of seed into the female’s awaiting mouth.
His chest continued to heave up and down as he patted the yenni atop the head. “Good girl,” he murmured as she lapped up all the seed there was to be had from his spurt. “Now go lie down and let the others feed.” When a mew of protest issued from her throat, Yorin gave up on a sigh. “You must be nigh unto starving.” He laid back and allowed her to continue, his eyes closing once more as the process began anew, repeating itself for the fourth time.
Minutes later, after four wicked helpings, the dominant female moved away from Yorin and strolled lazily on all fours to the other side of the pen that she might sleep. Jana could tell she was well sated, for a contented purring sound rumbled low in her chest as she licked at herself before falling into a deep sleep.
Now ‘twas the turn of the others and each of the yenni saw to it that they got their fill of Khan-Gori seed. Jana knew not how much time had gone by when at last the final female moved away from him, contentedly purring as she crept to where she would sleep, but she knew it had been hours. By the time the feeding was done, Jana had been worked up into a state of need that could rival any yenni’s hunger.
Yorin’s eyes raked o’er her, the need within them apparent. “Come here, zya,” he said thickly. “I’ve the need of your flesh…and blood.”
Jana’s breathing grew labored, sporadic. Ever since she had awoken from her metamorphosis, the need to couple came upon her urgently and regularly. She had been denied the impaling she needed whilst Yorin had fed the yenni, and now her body wanted that fact remedied. She closed her eyes, wondering for the hundredth time what had become of her.
“Come,” he murmured. “I’m stiff for need of you.”
“How can you be stiff,” she gasped, arousal hitting her hard, “when you have spurted no fewer than twenty times to feed your pets?” Her eyes opened slowly, and she saw the proof of his words for herself. He looked so wicked, she thought, so powerful and masculine as he laid there amongst the animal pelts, his cock poking upward, drunk on his own arousal. “’Tis unfathomable,” she muttered.
One black eyebrow rose. “Is it?” he asked softly. His silver eyes narrowed in lust as they ran o’er her. “Do you not remember,” he said thickly, “what it feels like when we mate…what it feels like when we drink of each other whilst we are both spurting?”
Jana’s breasts heaved up and down as she tried in vain to stifle her body’s reaction to him and his words. Oh aye, she remembered. She remembered too well.
“Twenty spurts into the mouths of starving yenni,” he rasped out, “cannot hope to compare to even a single spurt within your milking cunt, zya.”
Sweat broke out onto her brow. Her breasts heaved violently. Her clit swelled and pulsed with the need to couple.
“Come to me, vorah.” Come to me, wife.
Fangs exploded into her mouth. A growl erupted from her throat. In an animalistic instinct that seemed almost second nature, Jana flung herself o’er the wall of the pen in one far-reaching leap, then came down upon him and impaled her flesh with his cock in one fluid motion.
She fucked him hard and primally, inducing him to bellow and growl. Her breasts jiggled up and down as she milked moan after moan out of him, then his hands reached out to cup them that he might massage her nipples as he was wont to do.
Jana’s hips slammed down upon him as she frenziedly fucked him, her flesh wanting his seed. The sound of blood pulsing through his jugular vein unleashed a knot of arousal in her belly, and on a growl, she burst and exploded around him.
Yorin groaned as her fangs tore through his neck and suckled of his warm, fresh essence. He was so delirious with pleasure that his eyes rolled back into his head. As she fed of him, as she continued suckling at his ripest vein, his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and aided her body in slamming down upon his, his cock ramming and cramming further and further into her suctioning pussy with each thrust.
She never once released his jugular whilst she rode him, and Yorin thought ‘twould drive him mad with arousal. Her wee six-foot frame stretched out upon his like a doll’s, her face buried against his neck, her hips frantically slamming downwards, all of it instinctually done in the need of finding surcease.
“Aye,” he gritted out, his orgasm fast approaching, “you’ve the juiciest cunt in all the galaxies, wee vorah.”
And then he was spurting within her, a growl of completion torn from his throat as his man sac burst of seed. In a matter of seconds, his fangs were tearing into the flesh of her neck and he frenziedly sipped of her whilst she screamed in maddening pleasure atop him.
Yorin rolled her to her back and fucked her flesh long and primitively. He mated her hard, rode her body to peak countless times, pounded in and out of her until she’d milked his cock thrice more.
When ‘twas done, when he’d mated her to satiation, he rolled o’er once more and bade her to sleep upon his belly. She purred contentedly atop him, her much smaller stature intimately snuggled against him.
From where she lay atop him, her fangs at last retreating into her gums, Jana fell asleep feeling loved and secure in a way so powerful ‘twas for a certainty she had never before experienced it. And yet as she stretched and yawned, she couldn’t help but to wonder what other Khan-Gori surprises lay in wait for her, what other astonishing things would be thrust upon her.
Instinctually, and unable to resist, Jana’s tongue darted out and
curled around Yorin’s flat male nipple, suckling the salt from his skin. She was no better than a yenni, she thought with a pang of fright, for there was naught in this world or any other that could keep her from milking him of seed, or from lapping away the salt upon his sweat-soaked skin.
She fell asleep thinking about Yorin’s lair, apprehensively wondering what she would find within it.
Chapter 11
Meanwhile, back on Zideon…
Kara’s eyes filled with tears as her sire swung her up into his arms and hugged her as though he never wanted to let go. She wept openly, allowing her hot tears to track down her cheeks unchecked, wetting them both.
She had expected to feel overwhelmed with joy upon seeing her mani and sire again, yet nothing could have prepared her for the surge of emotion she had felt when first she had embraced her mani, and now as she was held by her papa. After all that she had done to hurt them, after allowing them to believe her dead for five Yessat years, they were both accepting her back into their lives with open arms—and without recrimination.
In truth, Kara wished that they would yell at her, that they would accuse her of all that she was guilty of, for ‘twould do much to ease her plaguing guilt. Instead, she was being showered with naught but love of the hearts and genuine gratitude of the fact that their beloved daughter had at last returned home. ‘Twas wondrous indeed, yet ‘twas for a certainty that she felt she didn’t deserve it.
“Ah goddess, my hearts,” Zor whispered into her hair. “You have been sorely missed, wee one.”
Kara smiled through her tears, hugging her sire tightly. “As have you,” she choked out. “There were many moon-risings throughout the years that I longed to come home, yet I feared ‘twould be no welcome for me there.”
“How could you think that?” he rasped out. “’Tis naught I wouldn’t have given to have you safely back.”
Kara held onto his neck tightly, having missed him so much. She could feel Cam’s eyes upon her, so she raised her face from her sire’s shoulder and gazed at him through teary lashes. He winked, a silent communication reminding her that he had been right and that her parents had wanted her back regardless to everything. She smiled at him softly, telling him without words how much she loved him, how much she would always love him.
“I’m telling you sweetheart,” Kyra said shakily as Zor set their daughter back down on her feet that his nee’ka might embrace their hatchling again, “if you ever pull any dumb stunts like that again I’ll…”
“Oh goddess, mani,” Kara said on a groan. “Think you I could ever bear to be separated from Cam, papa, and you again?”
“The answer had better be no,” she sniffed, reaching out to run her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “My heart couldn’t handle it.”
“Nor could mine,” Cam murmured as he walked up to join the hugging, teary-eyed trio. He put his arm around his nee’ka and squeezed her gently. “Mayhap now you understand why ‘tis important you tell us all that you know in regards to Dari and Jana’s whereabouts.” He bent down and kissed her atop the head. “Just as your parents grieved o’er you, so too do Queen Geris and King Dak grieve the loss of their hatchlings.”
Kara shook her head. “’Twas truth I told you, husband. Verily, I know not where they have gone.” She sighed, her expression growing troubled. “Though in truth I fear the worst. Jana and I have always been best friends. If ‘twas possible for her to contact me…”
“Then she would have done so,” Kyra murmured. She took a deep breath and gazed up at her husband. “I hope Dak finds them—both of them. I have a bad feeling about…something I can’t quite put my finger on,” she muttered.
“As do I.” Zor’s look was thoughtful as he gazed down at his daughter. “In truth, my hearts, I am fair bursting with questions to put to you about the years you spent removed from us. And yet—” He waved toward the raised table within the palace’s great hall. “—‘tis mayhap best if I save those questions for later that we might discuss Jana and Dari anon.”
Cam nodded. “Gio and Death have sent word of their imminent arrival. They wish to put questions to my nee’ka as well.”
Kara sighed, but nodded. “I will be what help I can be, Cam, yet I truly do not—”
“I know,” he said softly, his turquoise eyes glowing lovingly. “I believe you when you say you’ve no notion where they’ve gone.”
Kara smiled, secure in the knowledge that the deuce of them would never again lack for faith and trust in the other. “I’ll see what I can do,” she murmured.
* * * * *
The desperateness Gio felt to reach Dari was so tangible as to make Kara feel a pity for him. She closed her eyes briefly, reminded anew of the grief Cam must have felt whilst she’d been removed to Galis.
“I must,” Gio rasped out from his bench at the raised table, “have Dari back anon.” His mind raced with memories of the male that had called to her aboard the gastrolight cruiser. ‘Twas enough to make his stomach knot up and feel sickened. “For a certainty,” he continued on, “you must know something—anything—I could find useful.”
“And I must find the fiery-headed wench who accompanies her,” Death rumbled out. He ran a strong hand o’er his jaw. “’Tis of dire consequence that I find her.”
Kyra’s brow furrowed. “Fiery-headed?” she asked. Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. On earth, the color of her hair had been considered rare. In Trek Mi Q’an, it was a downright anomaly.
Kara nodded. “’Twas much the same as yours, mani,” she confirmed. “In fact, she looked so much like you I found it eerie at times.” She smiled, remembering the woman who had cared for her, who had helped her grow into a strong wench. “Leastways, Kari Gy’at Li never spoke much of her past, though I know she heralded from a place outside the seventh dimension.”
Kyra’s heart began to race. She felt chills racing up and down her spine. It couldn’t be…could it? “How strongly did she resemble me? Was her accent similar to mine?”
“Aye.” Kara’s gaze drank in her mother’s. “’Twas one in the same.” Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “I wish I could tell you more, truly I do, but Kari Gy’at Li never spoke of her former life. ‘Twas as if…”
“What?” Kyra asked quietly. She leaned in closer to her daughter. “It was as if what?”
Kara sighed, not quite able to eloquently express the gut feeling she’d long harbored in respect to Kari. “’Twas as if she felt too haunted by memories to think back on her past,” she murmured. “I think she mayhap lost someone who was quite special to her before she landed in Galis.”
Kyra bit her lip, her eyes falling to the crystal tabletop. “I see.” Silence permeated the chamber for a lingering moment, until the Empress’ head shot up and her gaze clashed with her daughter’s. “Do you have any holo-images of her, sweetheart?”
Kara’s brow furrowed. “Why is this so important to you, mani?”
“Please,” Kyra said shakily. “Go fetch the holo-image, honey.”
Cam waved his hand at a bound servant, instructing her when she approached him that she should go upstairs and fetch a particular piece of his nee’ka’s jewelry. When he had snatched her away from Galis, ‘twas one of the few possessions she’d been wearing at the time.
When the servant had gone, Gio turned to Kara once more. His jaw was clenched, his expression tight. “Mayhap Dari mentioned to you where ‘twas she wished to experience a time of freedom.” He spread his hands. “Any information, no matter how trivial you think it, would be of use to me.”
Kara blinked, having forgotten that train of thought for a spell. “A time of freedom?” she asked, not following.
“Aye. ‘Tis the reason she left me, just as you left Cam.”
Kara blushed at the reminder. There had been more to it than freedom on her part, but the reasons were complex and private. But then, so too were Dari’s. She decided then and there that she would tell him what little she knew about Dari’s troubles without making references
to Bazi. Dari had convinced her ‘twas important none knew he accompanied her. “I do not think she fled Arak for freedom, Gio, but because she feared for her safety there.”
Gio’s gaze narrowed. “She told you I did not care for her well?” he asked icily.
“Nay. Nay! ‘Twas not you…”
His eyes narrowed uncomprehendingly.
“In truth,” Kara whispered, “she did fear for your safety more than her own.” She knew ‘twas mayhap more than she should have said, but with each passing moment, her fear for Dari and Kari grew more acute. She knew not the why of it, only that she felt thusly.
Zor grunted. “Why in the sands would she fear for Gio’s safety? That makes no sense, my hearts.”
“Aye,” Gio rasped out. “I can see it in your eyes that you are hiding something from us. Please tell me.”
Kara bit her lip, but said nothing.
“Pani,” Cam said softly, “if you know aught, ‘tis best do you tell it. Leastways, you would never forgive yourself did Dari meet a bad end.”
Kara could feel the eyes of everyone upon her and the effect was nigh unto unnerving. Could she betray a confidence, especially when Dari had kept her and Jana’s secret for five Yessat years? But then again, could she continue to ignore the nagging premonition that told her ‘twas a matter of life and death that Gio find her younger cousin?
“In truth, Dari told me very little,” Kara admitted. “She has ever been the type to hold her own council.”
Gio nodded, realizing as much.
“But five years ago when first Jana and I fled…”
“Aye,” Zor prodded her, “go on.”
Kara sighed. “Dari was supposed to accompany us.” She ignored everyone’s wide-eyed expressions and plowed on. “Jana and I were to dock at the holo-port in Trader City on Arak and await her there. But before we could land, she sent out a holo-call, instructing us to venture onward to Galis because she could not yet leave Arak.”
