by Jaid Black
“Cam,” the Empress said worriedly, finally taking note of his presence, “how long have you been sitting there?”
When he turned to Kyra he saw that she was nibbling on her lower lip. “Long enough,” he murmured.
“Oh Cam.” The Empress placed her hand atop his and squeezed. “Kara will come around eventually. I know she will.”
He wasn’t given any time to respond to that assertion for the guest of honor and her sire strode into the great hall just then, stopping at the head of the table where Kara would sit with the Emperor throughout the feast.
Cam sucked in his breath, the beauty of his betrothed’s visage carrying the same impact as a telekinetic punch in the abdomen. “By the goddess,” he murmured, his eyes hungrily raking in every nuance of her fertile form.
Kara was dressed in a blue mazi, the skirt shielding her mons from his gaze but the split up the left side showing off her creamy golden skin clear to the hip. The strapless bikini-like top she wore was completely see-through and afforded him an unimpeded view of large breasts capped off with long, thick nipples.
The High Princess’ dark hair had been left in all its unbound glory, cascading down her back in black ringlets all the way to her buttocks. And when her gaze found his and she nervously chewed on her bottom lip Cam confirmed that her eyes were the same mesmerizing glowing blue they had been when last he’d seen her. His erection was so fast and rigid that it broached painful.
Kara, her hand in her father’s, smiled up at her sire as he proudly announced her to the feasting party. “Warriors and wenches, I give you my third-born and beloved daughter, the High Princess Kara Q’ana Tal.” He grinned at the warriors’ murmurs of approval. “A bedeviling beauty she is, but ‘tis best if the lot of you remember that High Lord Cam K’al Ra owns her as of this moon-rising.”
Cam lounged on his bench arrogantly, thankful to the Emperor for reinforcing his status before all and sundry.
“Cam,” the Emperor said in formal, ceremonial tones, “My nee’ka and I thank-you for entrusting us with the care of your betrothed until she reaches the claimable age and we both do vow to deliver Kara unto you with a virgin channel on her twenty-fifth birthday.”
Cam nodded his gratitude but said nothing.
“Come,” the Emperor commanded him, “and dine next to your future Sacred Mate.”
Chapter 15
The portal separating the sixth and seventh dimensions, two weeks later...
Kil’s hand fisted in cold fury as he took in the sight around him. His worst nightmare, the very one Zor had called him fanciful for even dreaming up, had come to pass.
A devolved creature had escaped the penal colony within the seventh dimension and massacred everything it came across thereafter. The warrior guardsmen, too preoccupied with plunging their rods into the channels of the lusty Joo wenches, had been taken unawares, the result being that all of them were now dead, what was left of their carcasses already dined upon.
Having been offered no resistance, the creature had made its way through the portal and into the sixth dimension where even now it would be on the hunt for more humanoid blood. A devolved creature was insatiable in its hunger, a predator that needed flesh and blood to sustain it.
Kil considered the timing of this fiasco and had not a care for it. Rem and Giselle should be nearing Mount Lia any day now, Mount Lia being the last natural barrier between Joo and the portal.
Worse yet, he conceded, Giselle was due to hatch at any time now. Kil closed his eyes briefly as he recalled the excitement in Rem’s voice upon telling him through a holographic communication of Giselle’s pregnancy. When the hatching came his youngest brother would be too overwhelmed with emotion to take note of anything save his nee’ka and their emerging pani sac.
Kil opened his eyes and ran a punishing hand through his hair. He could only hope that he and his hunters would be able to intercept the blood-hungry creature before it took out his family unawares. And if not, he could only hope that the creature didn’t track down their scents during the few hours time it would take for Giselle to finish hatching. ‘Twas the only time, he knew, when a warrior so strong as Rem could be taken unawares.
* * * * *
From the foot of Mount Lia, Giselle gawked up at the huge natural barrier separating their party of seven from the portal which would take them to Rem’s home dimension and galaxy. “Are you certain the hover-craft can’t make it up there?” she asked, her hand automatically flying to her flat belly to rub it when she felt a fluttering inside of it.
“Aye, ‘tis for a certainty,” Rem confirmed, his eyes raking over her naked form. Giselle had had to leave her qi’ka back in the village of Lii-Lii because the hover-craft tradesman would do no business with them otherwise. For the past fortnight her body had been completely bared to his inspection and he never got tired of the sight of it.
Unfortunately, he conceded with down-turned lips, neither did his warriors. Her spots and lush form bedeviled the lot of them, all of the warriors having found themselves in need of frequent stops to find a willing channel to rut into after lusting over her charms for a spell.
“You will not have to walk,” Rem promised her in a voice thick with desire, “I will put you in your papoose.”
Giselle’s lips pinched together as she threw her husband an exasperated look. “This will be a lot of walking!” she pointed out. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to expend so much extra energy?”
“’Tis invigorating to be milked by you, my hearts.”
“We just finished doing it five minutes ago,” she sniffed, “you can’t possibly be ready to do it again, let alone do it while you walk up a mountain!”
He ran his fingers through her thatch of strawberry-blonde curls, his thumb easily honing in on her clit. Her eyes immediately glazed over. “You know I cannot stand to be separated from this channel,” he murmured. “I need your flesh wrapped about me, milking me always.” He rubbed her clit more briskly. “We will not be able to couple for a full fortnight once you hatch, nee’ka. ‘Twill like as not be the death of me,” he finished hoarsely.
Giselle’s breath caught in her throat as an orgasm began building. A fortnight did sound like an unbearable amount of time. Nevertheless, she didn’t want her husband to think she was a milksop unable to deny him anything. Begin as you mean to go on, she’d always said. Then again, she conceded on a moan when his other hand began toying with her nipples, a little papoose time had never hurt anybody.
Bloody hell! She was the milkiest of milksops!
“Oh alright,” she grandly declared in her best martyr’s voice, her hand flying dramatically to her brow, “I suppose it’s best for the baby if you carry us.”
Rem suppressed a chuckle as he took Giselle’s hand and led her towards the hover-craft where the papoose was being stored. “’Tis a thoughtful mani you are.”
She threw him a scowl, knowing he was humoring her. “If you think I’ll always do your bidding merely because you can do that bridal necklace thing, then think again.”
He grunted as he began securing the harness to himself. “Have I told you yet how a Trystonni warrior punishes a recalcitrant Sacred Mate?”
She crossed her arms under her breasts and thrust her chin up regally. “How?”
Rem plucked her up off of the purple clay ground, slipped her legs through the harness, and impaled her in one fluid motion. “We ground them from their woman’s joy.”
“How wicked,” she breathed out.
Giselle sucked in her breath and moaned as her husband began to walk. She knew her buttocks were bared to anyone who should pass behind her which made what they were doing all the more erotic.
An hour and multiple orgasms later, she knew Rem was toying with her, grounding her as it was from the ultimate woman’s joy. He still hadn’t released his life-force which her body was frenziedly trying to milk from him in a series of intense climaxes. Every time she came he gritted his teeth as her vagina convulsed, then
grinned down at her when he’d regained control of himself.
Her nostrils flaring, she decided she’d had enough. If her bridal necklace didn’t pulse soon she was likely to go mad.
“Oh Rem,” Giselle breathed out seductively, her eyes closing as she used her hands to massage her own nipples, “I’d give anything for your cum.”
He gulped—roughly.
She went in for the kill, running her fingers tantalizingly across the splash of light freckles over her cleavage. She could see his jaw clenching. “When you come inside of me,” she said in a throaty murmur, “it makes my spots tingle like—”
His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and he surged upwards on a hoarse shout of sexual release. The bridal necklace pulsated so rapidly that their mutual cries could be heard throughout the mountain.
When it was over and the wave of sexual peaks had ceased, it was Giselle who was doing the grinning this time. Begin as you mean to go on, she’d always said.
* * * * *
That night around a gel-based campfire, Giselle laid on her stomach atop a vesha hide and watched through glazed-over eyes as the warriors in their entourage found their pleasure with a gorgeous lavender woman who had traveled by foot for two days just to have sex with the lusty warriors.
The group of seven had made camp this evening in the midst of the jungle for they hadn’t come across another purple clay door while trekking today. That was just as well to Giselle’s way of thinking for every time they stopped in a new village the customs concerning the lot in life for the women within them had grown increasingly appalling.
In the village of Lii-Lii, women weren’t permitted the use of clothing and had to be leashed. In the village of Cunt—it had really been named that!—women not only had to be naked and leashed, but whenever they spoke with a male they had to show him the “proper respect” due to his gender by keeping their thighs spread wide and their vaginal lips opened for the males to lust over while they did so.
Giselle remembered the embarrassment she had suffered through when their group had dined out the night they had stayed in Cunt—she had had to keep her legs spread wide open the entire time for any man to gaze upon while Rem had hand-fed her the meal. And indeed, the men of the village had been more than happy to ogle her exposed flesh, many of them stopping at their purple clay table to clap Rem on the back and congratulate him on the capture of a bride with spots. Rather than getting angry Rem had puffed up with pride, his arrogance a tangible thing. She still gritted her teeth whenever she thought back on how he’d then proceeded to point out some of his favored spot formations, such as the Little Dipper on the swell of her bosom.
Bloody hell! She felt like an exotic zoo creature!
But nothing, she conceded, could have prepared her for the total misogyny they had found in the village of Treeka. Giselle sighed, remembering that sordid city centre all too well for they’d just left it behind two days past.
In Treeka the single women of the village were disallowed the use of credits and as a consequence had to barter for their wares with sucklings. Everywhere one went within Treeka the sight of lavender and silver women on their knees paying homage to an erect cock could be readily seen. The male would close his eyes in rapture while a female attended to him, burst in her mouth when he could endure no more stimulation, pat her on the head or perhaps squeeze a nipple, then send her on her way with the bartered wares.
If a woman was particularly good at suckling, the male she was bartering with had the legal right to claim her as a bride and add her into his own harem of wives. Giselle still remembered how guards had squired one young woman away after she’d given a tradesman the suckling of his life. The tradesman had bade her to be prepared for his thrusts when he returned home that moon-rising then had commanded his men to whisk her off. He had then gone on to sample of the temptations the next single females in line had to offer him.
The lavender woman attending even now to the warriors across the campfire heralded from Treeka, Giselle knew. She’d seen the busty girl getting it on with Rem’s men while they were there, apparently quite loving the feel of so many virile cocks hardened and thrusting into her every crevice.
She supposed, Giselle admitted to herself, that she couldn’t fault the lavender beauty for that. These warriors were all handsome of face and thickly muscled of form…no doubt an erotic dream come true for a single female not yet placed within a harem.
“Mmm, Tya,” Var murmured as he gritted his teeth and slid into her flesh from behind, “you’ve a talented cunt, my lovely.”
She giggled, enjoying the compliment, then groaned as his thrusts became lustier. Turned on, she reveled in Var’s mating while snuggling her face into another warrior’s lap and suckling his erect rod. The warrior groaned, his large fingers running through her hair as she attended to him.
The third warrior was sprawled out on a vesha hide near the gel-fire, already asleep and snoring quite loudly, the talented Tya having previously attended to his needs a few times.
At first Giselle had been a little disconcerted by the lusty play happening just a gel-fire away, the scene being one a woman rarely saw back on earth unless she had watched it in a porn film. But after an hour or so of watching the ever-ready Tya work her impressive wiles on the warriors, she had gotten used to the scene and had eventually been turned on by it.
So when Rem joined Giselle on the vesha hide and slid into her from behind, her flesh was already wet and welcoming.
“Ah nee’ka,” he murmured, his voice whisper-soft, “I’ve missed this sweet channel sorely.”
She closed her eyes on a moan, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You just had me an hour or two ago.”
He rotated his hips and went deeper causing her to suck in her breath. “Far too long,” he said thickly. “’Twould be a gift from the goddess Aparna did you submit to my lust every moment of every day.”
“Rather than every other moment, you mean?”
He grinned, sliding into her fully, moving his hips about until she came. “Aye.” He sat up when her body finished convulsing, drew her up to her knees on all fours, and pounded into her from behind. Reaching below her body, his hands found her breasts and plucked at her nipples. “Gis,” he ground out, “I would that I could live within this channel at all times.”
“Rem.”
Giselle arched her back and groaned as his mating grew wilder. He impaled her in long, deep, rapid thrusts, hitting the sensitive spot within her vagina every time. “Oh god.”
“Do you like that?” Rem arrogantly asked her through a clenched jaw. He continued to plump her nipples as he rode her flesh hard.
“I love it.”
“You have not milked me enough to be rewarded with life-force just yet.” He picked up the pace of his thrusting, impaling her rapidly as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. “Let me feel your woman’s joy again.”
“Oh—Rem.” Giselle came for him again, her nipples stabbing out as she did so. She moaned like a wanton, wanting more of his cock, wanting him to give her more pleasure. Thrusting her hips back at him, she gloried in the sound of his groans as she met each of his impalements with an equally lusty thrust. She could hear his flesh slapping into hers, feel the fingers that dug into her hips in their passion.
“’Tis my channel,” he gritted out as he pounded into her mercilessly. “’Tis lucky you are when I claimed you that you carried not the scent of a primitive male.” He clutched her hips tightly, the muscle in his jaw flexing as he prepared to spurt inside of her. “I would have tracked down the male the scent belonged to and…”
“Oh god.” She interrupted him on a groan, her flesh convulsing around his as she came. Her face felt like it was on fire it was so hot from the rush of blood the orgasm brought her.
Rem slammed into her body three times more then, unable to keep from bursting a moment longer, bellowed out his satisfaction on a hoarse cry as he drove into her channel fully and erupted into the mouth of
her womb.
Giselle’s eyes rolled back into her head as the bridal necklace began to pulse, her screams loud enough to be heard for miles away. She rode out the never-ending waves of pleasure, basking in each and every one of them until her body went numb.
Several minutes later when her body was cooled down enough to sleep, she climbed up onto her husband’s massive torso and purred while he rubbed her buttocks. Smiling, she dotted little kisses all over his chest.
Bloody hell! She loved her bridal necklace!
Chapter 16
Meanwhile in Sand City...
The High Princess Kara selected her white mazi to wear for the first private meeting she was to have with her future Sacred Mate. Cam had unexpectedly had to leave immediately following her come-out due to some trouble in his sector and she hadn’t heard heads or tails from him since.
Not that she had cared, she reminded herself. She didn’t know how to go about dealing with a betrothed she wasn’t altogether certain that she wanted—or would ever want. He was handsome, aye, but then so was freedom to a girl who had lived a sheltered existence all of her life.
Whilst she knew in her hearts that ‘twas best to grow accustomed to the idea of being claimed in seven Yessat years, her mind kept screaming out a need for choice and freedom. She wanted to tool about Galis with Jana, the deuce of them spending all manner of credits at the shopping stalls by day then staying up until all hours of the moon-rising flirting with warriors. She wanted to do all of the things most females got to do when they reached the age of five and twenty, the things her other sisters and female cousins would get to do one day.
But nay, she thought with a sigh, like Dari the course of her existence had already been mapped out. All of her life Kara had been groomed for her future role as Cam K’al Ra’s Sacred Mate just as Dari was perpetually being prepared to be claimed by Gio.
