The muscles of my tight rear passage clenched involuntarily, drawing it in deep inside every time he eased the pressure. With every move, the widest part of the shaft stroked against my inner walls, creating an erotic sensation I’d never experienced before. I stifled a moan.
Jalen took his own tail in his other hand and started running it between my legs, stroking my pussy and clit with the sleek fur.
“Tamina. That’s what I’m going to call you. My wildcat needs to be tamed. Punished first, then stroked before she’s mated.”
I needed to be punished and tamed? He really was a prick. I opened my mouth to tell him so, but all that came out was a soft cry as he massaged my throbbing bud. His fingers brushed against lips of my pussy, and I decided I’d wait and tell him later.
I felt the heat of his cock probing my dripping slit. He gave a tug on my tail at the same time. I rocked back instinctively, trying to relieve the pressure, and his cock slid in. Oh, Goddess! So hot. So hard and thick. I moaned and shoved my ass back, desperate for more.
He made that rough sound again, almost a growl, and started fucking me. Pumping his huge cock into me and pulling on my tail with each stroke. Maybe it was getting spanked for the first time that drove me wild. Maybe it was the shaft of that tail awakening dark new desires as it slid in and out of my ass with every stroke, but I fucked him back, grinding my hips against him in a lust-driven frenzy.
He picked up the pace, pounding into me hard and fast, until the world around us disappeared. My whole being centered on his hot cock pistoning in and out of me, the long shaft of the tail fucking my virgin ass. I felt my climax building and clenched around him.
His body tensed. He let go of my tail, digging his fingers into my hips as he gave a powerful thrust, seating his cock balls-deep. I felt his hot cum spurting into me. To my shock, it triggered an instant orgasm like nothing I’d ever felt before. Powerful waves poured over me, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath.
He removed the tail gently and I rolled over, ready to snuggle into his arms and tell him how great he was.
He moved away immediately. Strode to the window and stood with his back to me. No tender caresses, no whispered endearments. That’s when I saw the prick hadn’t even bothered to take off his loincloth before he fucked me.
I didn’t expect declarations of love, but a “was it good for you, too?” would have been nice. I rolled over and glared at him. “That’s it? That’s your Naxian mating ritual?”
“You seemed to enjoy it,” he replied without even turning around.
His calm response pissed me off even more, probably because it was true. I had enjoyed it. In fact, I’d never come so hard. But I was damned if I’d admit that to my arrogant mate. “You did an…adequate job.”
I saw his shoulders stiffen. This alien was just like every other guy in that respect. No male likes to be told he’s a mediocre lover. He whirled around.
“You weren’t satisfied?” He gave me a cold smile. “I was misled by those moans and cries you made as you ground your pussy against me.”
“I’m a good actress. I did what I had to do to save the lives of my crew. I was ordered to mate with you. I figured pretending I liked it would get you off so the whole thing would be over with faster.”
His eyes narrowed. I could tell I’d struck a nerve. “Very well, little tamina. We may be mates by command of the king, but I swear I’ll have you begging me for it before I ever fuck you again.”
Chapter Six
He walked out of the room after that last remark, calmly closing the door behind him. Totally ruining my exit plan. What good is slamming a door if there’s no one left in the room to hear it?
I pulled myself together, went back to my own room, and dragged a bench in front of the door connecting our chambers to block it before throwing myself on the bed and giving way to gut-wrenching sobs. So much for wedding night fantasies.
Not that I was a starry-eyed bride. Far from it. I believe in facing facts, no matter how unpleasant they may be. Once I’d cried myself out, I went to the window and sat down, staring out at the night sky.
So many stars. So many worlds waiting to be discovered. So many alien beings living lives I couldn’t even begin to imagine. And here I was on Naxos. Crash-landed or delivered here by fate. It really didn’t matter. What mattered now was how I’d play the cards I’d been dealt.
I’d agreed to fuck an alien in exchange for the lives of myself and my crew. A being I’d never met from an unknown planet. Let’s face it. I was lucky he didn’t have scales or tentacles or some disgusting slimy gray appendage that he wanted to stick in me everywhere.
Instead, I was mated to a being who looked like a hot hunk straight out of one of my romance novels. An intelligent alien, powerful and wealthy. The heroines in my books would have instantly fallen in love with him. And it wasn’t as though I’d been sentenced to spend my remaining days on some ugly gray rock hurtling through the cosmos. Naxos was a beautiful world.
I tried to look at the bright side. Really I did. But there was one pesky, unpleasant fact I couldn’t spin. Couldn’t ignore.
I’d just been wickedly aroused and brought to an earth-shattering climax by my new mate – who couldn’t stand to be near me a moment longer than he absolutely had to.
Thus began our contest of wills. I’d awakened the wrath of the beast within him when I’d belittled his sexual prowess. Jalen was determined to break me, have me on my knees begging for his cock. I vowed it would never happen. I didn’t need sex so badly I’d grovel before an arrogant prick – even if it had been the best sex of my life.
I was so wired from everything that had happened that day, I didn’t think I’d ever get to sleep. I crawled into bed, my mind whirling. Exhaustion must have finally kicked in, because the sun was already well over the mountaintops when a knock at the door woke me.
Aya came in, carrying a tray she deposited on a low table near the bed. She dipped her head in greeting.
“The prince requests your presence at twilight. You will dine with him.”
I’d never hear so many words come out of her mouth at one time. “The prince requests my presence? Or demands it?”
She looked flustered, and I regretted giving her a snarky response. She’d never been anything but kind to me, and I guessed she’d struggled to find a tactful way to deliver the message he’d really sent.
“Never mind answering that. Just tell me what I’m supposed to do until then. Pace the floor in this cage?”
“No, my lady. You are free to explore the palace and grounds.”
I hadn’t expected that. I was dying to get out into the garden. I love growing things. Back home every windowsill in my apartment is crammed with plants. I’d always wanted a little plot of land where I could grow things, watching them flourish in the sun and the rain, instead of struggling to survive in the artificial environment of the 237th floor.
My face fell when I realized I had only one wardrobe option. “I can’t traipse around in that.” I pointed to the mating gown crumpled on the floor where I’d tossed it in the midst of my meltdown last night. “My ass peeks out with every step. And you took away my other clothes.”
Aya made a choked-off noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. She was so uptight all the time, I’d been tempted more than once to have her turn around so I could see if she had the shaft of a tail stuck up her behind.
She nodded. “I will bring garments.”
As soon as she left, I wrapped myself in the coverlet from the bed and made a beeline for the food tray. I hadn’t eaten anything since the rana fruit yesterday, and I was starving. She’d brought me a bowl of fruit in colors I’d never seen before. Bright orange berries, neon blue chunks of melon, and wedges of something firm and fleshy in shocking pink. A second bowl held a creamy white substance like pudding or yogurt.
I went straight for a steaming hot stack of pancake-shaped objects, picked one up, and bit into it. Not a pancake. It was more like
flatbread. I stuck a finger into the white stuff, licked it, and nearly swooned. Rich and sweet. I had carbs, sugar and fat. Now all I needed to sustain life indefinitely on this planet was a source of chocolate.
I slathered the flatbread with pudding, topped it with fruit, and polished off every crumb. She’d brought a carafe with a steaming hot liquid, too, and when I finished eating, I poured myself a cup and curled up in one of the chairs in front of the window. I took one sip and made a face. Could have used some sugar. Still, it was warm and dark and reminded me of black coffee. Maybe I’d get lucky and there’d be caffeine in it.
Aya returned before I finished my drink, carrying an armload of garments she tossed on the bed. She must have raided every closet in the palace. She had on a yellow gown again, but the ones she brought me were in a veritable rainbow of colors. I checked each one and was relieved to see they didn’t have any revealing slits up the back.
At the bottom of the pile, I found my uniform, washed and folded. Gray pants, navy jacket , even the white bra and black panties. I glanced at her, surprised.
“I came back and got your clothing last night, after escorting you to the prince. Even though you won’t be wearing them, I thought you might want to keep your garments,” she said softly. “To remind you of your world.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Aya. That was very thoughtful of you.”
She ducked her head, hiding her face behind a flowing curtain of dark hair, clearly not comfortable with compliments.
There was a soft knock at the door, and another of the temple maidens came in. I really needed to come up with one of those mnemonic devices. You know – Aya, yellow. Gera, green. She bowed her head then scurried into the bathroom and started filling the tub. I could definitely get used to palace life.
They wanted to bathe me, but I shooed them out. Aya looked so upset, I questioned her. “Will you get into trouble if you don’t?”
She nodded reluctantly. “We are here to serve you. If we are not performing our duties to your satisfaction, Crino will be displeased. He will punish us.”
“Crino? Why would he punish you?”
“We no longer serve the High Priest. Crino is our master now.”
“Well, that’s ridiculous. He’d punish you just because I want some privacy? I’ll talk to him and explain.”
She looked even more upset. “No. Please, my lady. You must not. You are not familiar with our ways. Females on Naxos obey.” Her voice dropped, and she lowered her head, refusing to meet my eyes. “Not even the mate of the prince may challenge a command from a male.”
“You’re kidding!” My voice rose. “You’re expected to be subservient to every male on the planet?”
“It is our way.” She said it calmly, with no hint of anger or bitterness.
Spending the rest of my life in this garden of Eden suddenly lost all appeal. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to grovel before every arrogant Naxian with a dick.”
Gera hadn’t said a word but she looked like she was about to burst into tears. I realized I was being an idiot. Ranting to these two wouldn’t change the culture of their world. If I insisted on defying their customs, all it would do was get them into trouble. I needed to take up my issue with someone who actually had the power to change things. Like the future ruler. My mate.
“How about this? You wait in the other room while I take a bath. Then you can come in and do my hair. I loved the way it looked when you styled it yesterday.”
Their faces brightened.
“No one needs to know. It will be our little secret.” I ushered them out then closed the door and leaned against it, trying to control the rage bubbling up inside me. Not only was I expected to obey the commands of my mate, I’d have to do the bidding of every male on the planet, including that snotty vizier.
I stayed in the tub until I’d cooled down, using the time for a pep talk. You’re a military officer who has been captured by the enemy. Your job here isn’t to change their civilization. It’s to whore yourself out to the prince so his father will let the rest of your crew leave this planet and go back home. Once they’re safely gone, you can start planning your escape from here. So get your game face on and play your part.
I’d do what I had to do. Maybe I’d be spending my nights with an arrogant prick, but there was nothing stopping me from squeezing out every drop of joy I could during the day. I pulled on a sky-blue gown and opened the door to Aya and Gera. Today, I’d surround myself with flowers.
Jalen
I stood in the window, far back so she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of me, and watched her wander through the garden. The sun hit the sheer fabric of her gown, outlining the generous curves of her body underneath it.
I’d had plenty of time to enjoy the sight of her luscious ass while I spanked it and seated the tail between her hot red cheeks. But I had yet to see her completely naked. I’d remedy that tonight.
My mate by decree. I was still furious with my father, but something about this female intrigued me. Unlike the simpering maidens the king had paraded before me lately, mastering this one would be a challenge. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, which was refreshing. I’d grown tired of the people around me telling me what they thought I wanted to hear or agreeing with everything I said. Even the vizier couched his remarks in flattering terms.
Not only that, she had a passionate nature. I wasn’t fooled by her denial. She’d loved our mating. Our fucking.
I’d made the comment last night out of anger, but the idea of teasing and tormenting her until she begged me to fuck her again was more compelling than preparing for the hunting expedition I’d planned for the day. I pulled a chair close to the window and began plotting my campaign of seduction, watching her the whole time.
Chapter Seven
Breathtaking.
I had no other word for them. The palace gardens were straight out of a fairy tale. A riot of color and scent assaulted my senses. Hot pink and purple blooms as big as my head towered over me on stems so thick they could have sprouted from Jack’s magic beans. Delicate pink and ivory teacup-shaped flowers grew in clusters under them. I saw flat-headed pinwheels that reminded me of the daisies back home and clusters of petals that looked so soft and fuzzy, I had to stop and pet them, like a litter of eager puppies turning their faces up to me.
I wandered through outdoor rooms separated by tall hedges, each with its own unique flora. Some areas were devoted to certain colors, including ones I had no name for, since I’d never seen them before. One patch of flowers was a lovely shade somewhere between yellow and purple. Fountains tinkled into pools here and there, each with a small bench nearby. I found myself stopping every time I came to one to sit and take in the sights and sounds. The gardens had been planned with love. It was evident in the way the benches were tucked in among the plants and flowers, each offering a different perspective on the beauties of nature.
As I sat quietly, I became aware of the garden’s other treasures. The wildlife. Magnificent multicolored butterflies flitted from one blossom to the next; exotic birds swooped around in the trees. If I sat really still, small furry creatures would venture out from the bushes to drink from the pools. I even saw an animal that looked like a miniature deer, barely a foot tall.
I was able to forget everything else for a few hours while I explored the gardens, but as the sun dropped lower in the sky, I started getting nervous. Then Aya came to fetch me.
“My lady. It is time to prepare.”
I followed her inside to my quarters. Gera had drawn another bath, this time adding a different scented oil. She and Aya bowed then withdrew discreetly, leaving me to undress alone.
I slipped off the gown and stepped into the tub. Lying back, I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but erotic scenes from last night flooded my mind. Would he make me wear the tail again?
Though I prided myself on being a strong, independent woman, the thought of being mastered by him, commanded to bend over the bed, pull up my skirt, and bare my pr
ivate parts was shamefully arousing. I remembered how his fingers gripped the stinging cheeks of my ass and pulled them apart. I imagined how he’d slowly, relentlessly, work the long shaft of the tail into my tight rear channel tonight, telling me all the while I had to take it all in or he’d spank me again. My pussy clenched.
My hands strayed between my legs, idly stroking the swelling bud of my clit as I lost myself in fantasy. Aya’s soft knock on the door brought me back to reality. I jumped up with a loud splash and grabbed a towel, hastily wrapping it around myself to hide my nipples, tightened into hard red peaks.
The maidens worked their magic on my hair with a new arrangement. Sides pulled back then twisted into an elaborate coil on top of my head, leaving the rest of my hair flowing down my back. I wasn’t used to all this attention to my hairstyle. On board the ship, I always wore it in a tidy knot at the back of my neck. The rest of the time it was pulled back into a loose braid.
I turned my head to check out the side view, and a few tendrils brushed my bare shoulder. It felt – sensuous. Sexy. I decided I liked it.
The palace dressmaker must have been busy all day, because they brought me another creamy white gown. This one fit much better. Fastened at one shoulder, leaving the other bare again, it draped softly over my body. The hem wasn’t dragging on the floor, and it had extra folds of fabric so my tits weren’t spilling out the sides.
My pussy clenched when I saw the slit up the back. Sweet Goddess! Would I be wearing a tail every night, or was the slit there just in case my mate had a sudden urge to do it again? Though I was a quick study, no one had given me a handbook on Naxian mating rituals. And my temple handmaidens didn’t seem the type to share girlish confidences.
“You look lovely, my lady.” Aya didn’t talk much, so her spontaneous compliment meant a lot to me. She opened the door to the private passage between my quarters and the prince’s and ushered me through with a slight bow.
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