No Mercy - Book 2: Trek Mi Q'an Series

by Jaid Black

  There was no alternative left to Kara today but to deal with Cam, she mentally conceded as she left her apartments and strode down the corridor that led to her brother Jor’s rooms. She wanted to speak with the brother she’d always been so close to before the hour of reprieve was up and she would be forced by politesse to answer Cam’s summons. She supposed she could refuse to see him, but like as not her sire would go in a rage if she did so and command her to speak with her betrothed any way. What was the point in refusing him? she sighed.

  When Kara reached Jor’s rooms the doors were opened by a bound servant whose puffy red lips looked as though they’d recently been suckling something. She wondered why a bound servant was answering her brother’s chambers to begin with when he wasn’t slated to gain a harem until a sennight hence.

  Upon entering his bedchamber, she had her answer. “Oh of course,” she mumbled to herself as her eyes raked the chamber and took note of all the naked bound servants lined up, awaiting their turn to pleasure her brother with their hands and mouths. Kara had forgotten that Jor was to choose the members of his harem this moon-rising that they might be assembled and awaiting his lust upon his birthday.

  Kara was happy for Jor in that he was to be gifted with his harem next week. Unlike their mani who for inexplicable reasons balked at discussing sexual things with her sons, Kara had spoken with her brother many times concerning his needs and he had confided to her that ‘twas naught but torture to be kept from spilling his life-force in a tight channel. She didn’t want Jor in physical pain, so she thought ‘twas wondrous he would have fifty tight channels awaiting him in a mere sennight’s time.

  Kara felt guilty disturbing him as her eyes flicked to the raised bed and she noted the look of bliss upon her brother’s face. His eyes were closed as his head was pillowed by a massive pair of breasts that were attached to the distended nipples he took turns suckling of. Another bound servant was showing Jor her skill for shaft-suckling in the hopes of being chosen by him whilst another attended to his man sac with the same hope in mind.

  It still struck Kara as curious the way her brother had grown into manhood this past fortnight. His voice had totally deepened, his musculature was thick and heavy, and his height had shot up to almost eight feet, surpassing the heights of even their sire and uncles.

  She supposed a warrior so massive must have a lot of life-force to spurt. She decided not to disturb him from his pleasures and opted instead to sneak out unseen from his chambers. She supposed she could always seek Jor out later, after she’d met with her betrothed—and if he wasn’t still busy choosing which of the wenches would be given the privilege of attending to him until he bored of them.

  Kara took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate. Her future Sacred Mate had bade her to appear before him and he owned her by the Holy Law. What choice did she have but to go to him?

  Indeed, she thought angrily, she had no choice at all.

  * * * * *

  Although the Kefas had seen to his needs but a few minutes past, Cam’s cock sprung immediately to life the moment wee Kara strode into his bedchamber wearing a white mazi. The top she wore was completely transparent and her thick nipples were stabbing up against the material. He’d never seen nipples so long and hard as hers and it filled him with an arrogant pride that they belonged to him alone.

  He could tell that she was a bit nervous about being alone without escort in the same chamber as a naked, bathing man not of her relation. But she belonged to him now and because she did he thought it prudent to spend the next seven Yessat years preparing her for his lust.

  “You summoned me, my lord?” she asked quietly, her glowing blue eyes flicking warily about.

  Cam stood up and strode from the waters, his huge erection there for her to see. He heard a small sound as if she’d sucked in her breath before she skittishly darted her eyes away from his manhood. He quickly dried himself off, then took a seat on a vesha bench, his back supported by the whisper-soft throne-like chair. “’Tis glad I am to at last be alone with you,” he murmured.

  She nodded but said nothing.

  “Will you not remove your mazi for me,” he said thickly, “and come sit upon my lap?”

  Kara’s head shot up. She eyed his rampant erection with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. She knew ‘twas his right to touch her as he desired so long as he didn’t join with her. Still, rights or no rights, she didn’t know this man, hadn’t spend time with him in over five Yessat years, and no longer knew if she could trust him. “I-I thought,” she stammered out dumbly, uncertain what to do or say, “that ‘twas against the law for us to couple.”

  Cam tried his best to calm her fears but didn’t waiver in his resolve to gaze upon her, to hold her. He had dreamed of this for so long and he needed the contact. “We shan’t couple.” He held out a hand. “Just touch each other whilst I instruct you in your duties.”

  She thought that over for a moment, hesitant yet curious.

  “Come,” he said softly, “you belong to me now.”

  Kara bit down on her lip as she considered whether or not she should flee his rooms or comply. There had been many a time when the Kefas had massaged her into climax where she had wondered what ‘twould feel like to have a warrior touch her thusly. Now she had the chance to find out. But should she take it, not yet knowing whether or not she had a care for him? Should she take it, when already she and Jana were secretly plotting to flee Tryston with Dari? Did she want to form a bond with the very man she planned to run from at first opportunity?

  But Cam was right. She did belong to him. And refusing her charms to him would bring naught but suspicion down upon her head. Her mind made up to play it safe, she slowly removed first the top and then the bottom of the mazi. The sound of Cam sucking in his breath as his eyes raked over the black curls at her mons made her nipples plump up, which he also noticed.

  “You are sweet perfection, Kara,” he informed her as she accepted his large hand and came down on the bench to snuggle into his lap. Cam groaned as he ran one palm over her honey-gold breasts. Her nipples were but a scant inch from his mouth, their length as bedeviling as their thickness. “Hold my cock in your tiny hand,” he murmured, “and stroke up and down the length of it.”

  She was curious despite her best attempts not to be, having many times wondered what a warrior’s man-part would feel like. Clutching his warm cock firmly at the root with both hands, she slowly stroked up and down his shaft, enjoying the sounds of his breath catching in the back of his throat then growing increasingly labored. ‘Twas a heady sort of power she wielded over him.

  “Do you feel what you do to me?” he said thickly, his fingertips brushing through her hair. “Do you feel how hard I am for need of you?”

  “Aye,” she whispered. She continued to stroke him with one of her hands, her fingers running up and down his flesh, traveling over the prominent vein and up to the swollen head. Her other hand explored in the opposite direction, her fingers running through the golden curls at the root, then massaging his tight man sac.

  “Mmm, Kara,” he murmured, his fingers running through the dark locks cascading from her head, then down lower to brush her nipples, then lower still to splay through the black curls at the juncture of her thighs, “’tis bliss, your hands.”

  Kara’s eyes closed on a soft moan when the pads of Cam’s thumbs found her nipples and began to massage them in an agonizingly slow circular motion.

  “Do you like that, wee one?”

  “A-Aye.”

  “Would you like me to suckle from them?”

  “Oh aye.”

  Cam secreted away a smile, thinking to himself that the course of action he’d decided on to confuse her reservation toward him would eventually, given enough of these sessions, bind her to him. She desired him physically, he knew.

  Kara groaned as his mouth curled around one taut nipple, her head falling limp and her neck baring to him as he latched onto it and suckled from it. Her need was so
pronounced that she released Cam’s shaft without even realizing she had done so. “By the goddess,” she breathed out, not having expected him to be as talented as her favored Kefa, “’tis more bliss than even my green slave provides.”

  The large fingers of one of his hands trailed between her legs, brushed through the black curls there, and found her clit. His man sac tightened and his shaft swelled when the sounds of her moans reached his ears. He suckled more harshly from the nipple she’d offered to him, the pad of his thumb massaging her erect woman’s bud.

  “Oh aye,” Kara groaned louder, her thighs automatically spreading wider to allow his hand better access to her channel. She reached out unthinkingly for his golden head and smashed it against her chest, needing him to suckle harder from her nipple. “Please.”

  Cam complied, his teeth mentally gritting together from the torture of holding her, of bringing her toward peak, but of not being able to plunge deep inside of her. Seven Yessat years was a long time—too damned long.

  Kara’s eyes flew open on a groan of ecstasy, her nipple jutting out into Cam’s suckling mouth, blood rushing to her face, as the most exquisitely ferocious orgasm she’d ever experienced tore through her belly with an intensity unknown to her until this moment. “Cam.”

  The sound of her own voice calling out in passion to the very warrior whose lusty intentions she had been determined to thwart snapped her back into reality. Her glowing blue eyes rounded, her breathing choppy, she bolted up off of his lap and stared down at him in confusion.

  She didn’t know what to think, didn’t know how to feel. The only thing she knew for a certainty was that her betrothed made her long for things she could never have if she were to flee Tryston with Jana and Dari.

  When his golden head slowly came up and his piercing turquoise-green eyes found hers, Kara sucked in her breath. She felt a connectedness toward him, an unsettling empathy that induced her to feel guilt over planning to leave him.

  Confused, her breathing still ragged, she turned from him and fled his rooms.

  Cam stared after her, letting her go—for now. His lips kicked up into a semi-grin as he watched her naked golden buttocks make a beeline for the doors. He had rattled wee Kara so badly that she had forgotten to put her mazi back on.

  Arrogantly contented, Cam summoned her mazi back on for her as she fled, then summoned open the heavy doors to his apartments so she could run through them unimpeded. That accomplished, he summoned himself a bottle of matpow and settled down upon the vesha bench to drink from it.

  He sighed heavily. ‘Twas going to be a hellishly long seven Yessat years.

  Chapter 17

  Bloody hell! I’m going to kill him!

  Giselle’s eyes narrowed dangerously at her giddily smiling Sacred Mate as another puddle of oozing blue liquid came pouring out of her insides like—well she had no idea what it was like. Nothing, she thought grimly, could quite compare.

  When a mammoth-sized oval structure began working its way out of her belly and into the world via her extremely small vagina, she thought she might swoon. “Oh my god!” she wailed dramatically, “It’s going to tear me apart!”

  Rem was too busy smiling from ear to ear to pay her drama much heed. “’Twould be considered a boon, my hearts, if you saw fit to hurry up a wee bit.” His glowing blue eyes lit up as his hands spread out to catch the hatching pani sac like an empire at the World Series. “I am anxious to hold my little one.”

  Giselle’s lips pinched together as she glowered up at him. Here she was giving birth to an egg on a hazy purple mountain like some wilderness hippie on a bad acid trip and all the man could think about was hurrying her up.

  Bloody hell! As if she wasn’t trying!

  “Well excuuuuse me!” she said bitchily as she bore down and made another pushing attempt. “I didn’t mean to inconvenience you!”

  Rem ignored that. “’Tis almost here, my hearts.” His forearms flexed as he steeled himself to catch it. “One more push and I’m a papa.”

  Giselle half laughed and half groaned. From Rem’s rigid stance, one would think he was preparing to catch a catapulting freight train traveling at the speed of light.

  With a final anguished groan and a last rush of oozing blue fluid, she bore down and pushed out the pani sac the rest of the way. Smiling once it was over, she watched through happy eyes as her husband clutched the incubating embryo to his chest, his hands shaking with emotion.

  “One hour,” he whispered reverently, “and we will know whether the goddess has given us a boy-child or a girl-child.”

  She felt his excitement and shared it as he came down on the rich purple soil and sat next to her. She ran her hand over the opaque embryo sac, completely in awe that she’d just hatched it. “Do you have a preference as to a boy or girl?” she asked softly.

  “Nay.” He shook his head as his gaze found hers and she noted with a pang of fierce love that tears had welled in his eyes. “I will be the happiest of papas either way.”

  Giselle craned her neck up to him, smiling when he bent his own head to kiss her. “I love you, Rem.”

  “I love you too, nee’ka.”

  And an hour later when the new parents discovered that the goddess had granted them both a boy-child and a girl-child, they both cried.

  * * * * *

  Rem awoke in the middle of the moon-rising to the feel of his life-force spurting into Giselle’s mouth. His breathing ragged, he gritted his teeth as he ran his fingers through her silky strawberry-blonde hair. She was still drinking of him, suckling from the tiny hole at the crown of his cock to make certain she’d missed nothing. “You should have awoken me that I might have enjoyed more of your ministrations,” he murmured, his voice still groggy with sleep.

  “I couldn’t wait,” she said, planting tons of quick little kisses atop the head. “I needed to touch you, to hold you, to taste you...” Her face popped up into view and showed an impish grin. “...to thank you.”

  “For our panis?” he said softly. “’Tis I who thanks you, my hearts.”

  Giselle smiled, the mere mention of the twins that lay sleeping three feet away in the tent he had erected for their family enough to get her teary-eyed again. “Yes, I thank you for them,” she whispered. She glanced toward their babies then back to her husband. “However,” she admitted, “that wasn’t why I felt compelled by the need to suck you off just now.”

  He raised a questioning eyebrow.

  “Oh Rem,” she breathed out, her smile tremulous, “thank you for these!”

  Rem’s jaw dropped open—in awe, disbelief, and desire—when he realized what it was he was being thanked for. Giselle’s sweet juice had come in and as a result she now had moosoos the size of small planets. If the smile of bliss on her face and the way she kept rubbing her hands all about her breasts were any indication, then his wee nee’ka loved her fertile new form as much as he did.

  “Do not,” Rem ground out, his jaw clenching, “rub yourself like that in my presence until a fortnight is up.” His glowing blue eyes narrowed in desire as he hungrily raked her form. Flipping her onto her back, he settled himself between her thighs to taste of her. “Nee’ka,” he said hoarsely, “I will like as not die before a fortnight passes.”

  Giselle giggled. “They are wondrous breasts, are they not?” It seemed too much to hope for for a woman who’d been small-chested all of her life. “I think I’ll write a poem about them,” she teased.

  He grinned. “We shall call it Ode To The Moosoos.”

  Her eyes lit up mischievously. “How about Migi-Candy Mountains?”

  Rem’s easy smile turned to rampant lust at the mere reminder of her spots. His nostrils flared as his eyes made love to the bedeviling freckles splashed across the tops of her moosoos. “You always know what to say,” he ground out, “to get me hot.”

  Chapter 18

  “She’s spotted like the goddess,” a harsh, unfamiliar male voice murmured.

  “Aye,” Giselle heard her hu
sband reply with an arrogant sniff as one of his large palms swept over her breasts, “’tis enough to make a warrior spill his life-force for a certainty.”

  Rem’s hand left her when one of the babies made a cooing sound. “And look at my wee hatchling,” he boasted, “already she has a spotted nose like her mani.”

  The unfamiliar voice softened a bit. “She’s your image in every other way, but aye, her wee nose is definitely spotted.” The voice went impossibly lower. “’Tis happy I am for you, brother.”

  Brother?

  Pulling herself from the depths of sleep, Giselle’s eyes slowly opened to a purple twilight on Joo. Rem had opened the front of the tent, allowing the early morning lavender mist to swirl inside. It was a beautiful fog, but one she’d just as well never see again after leaving this place.

  The first thing she noticed was that her newly born daughter Zari—whom Rem had wanted to name as a tribute to his eldest brother as well as his favored nieces Zora and Dari—was being cradled in the arms of a stranger who was built as massively as her husband. This could only be his brother.

  The second thing she noticed was that the two brothers looked absolutely nothing alike. Where her husband was golden-haired, the other was dark-headed. Where her husband smiled and was vastly contented, the other looked grim and troubled.

  “Good morn, nee’ka,” Rem said affectionately as she sat up on her elbows. “Give your greetings to my brother Kil.”

  Giselle smiled easily, too accustomed to being naked in front of Death and the other warriors these past two weeks to be embarrassed about her nudity or the fact that Kil’s eyes were sweeping appreciatively over her body. Besides, now that she was built like a porn star she was more than happy to show it off.

  Bloody hell! She loved having moosoos!

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She absently reached over and petted Bryony and Tess who were sound asleep beside her as she grinned up at the warlord her husband had described as ruthless. “Now I can finally put a face to one of the men we named our son after.”