by Renee Rose
The Zandian clenched his jaw, his thighs tensed and shook as his hard shaft pistoned in and out of her mouth. He caged her head and held it still as he plunged deeper, all the way down her throat. “Veck,” he spat. “Veck-veck-veck.”
She recognized the Zandian curse, similar to the Ocretion word fuck.
His balls tightened and then he came, spurting ribbons of hot cum down her throat. Her eyes watered, but she swallowed it down, choking a bit. He pulled out the moment he finished, dark torment coloring his eyes. With the tail of his tunic, he wiped her face, his thumb sweeping away a stray tear. She held still for his ministrations, arrested by his intense gaze.
He scooped her up by the armpits and lifted her then deposited her lengthwise on the bench, on her back.
She hadn’t had a chance to hide the jewels yet, but she did now, her hand skimming the floor until she found the edge of the rug to tuck them under.
The Zandian gripped her thighs and spread them wide, straddling the bench to face her lady flower. He cupped her ass and lifted her hips to his mouth, licking into her with a fervor that made her flexed feet shoot out to the sides, knees straight. Her nipples ached and throbbed, clit pulsed in time with them.
Yes. This.
More.
All these years as a sex slave, and she’d never orgasmed. She’d thought perhaps Zandians didn’t. What did she know? She’d been only eight when she was separated from the last Zandians she knew and taken to Aurelia.
But the desperate coil of desire in her core had her undulating her hips against the Zandian’s mouth, shoving her clit against his tongue. Needy whimpers came out of her mouth.
More. More.
He’d brought her to this point last time before she made the mistake of begging him to fuck her ass and he’d thrown her off his lap. Maybe he needed it to feel forced. Like she didn’t want it. But no, he worked hard for her pleasure now, his mouth almost frantic between her legs, as if he would devour her.
Stars, she was close. So close. Even without the experience of an orgasm, she knew.
She choked on a breath, thrust her breasts toward the ceiling. Lights flashed before her eyes as she hurtled over the edge into orgasm. Her channel spasmed, clenching and releasing in quick bursts. She wrapped her legs behind his neck and squeezed, trapping his head between her thighs as she gasped and sobbed through her release.
When her vision returned, her eyes sought the Zandian’s. If anything, he appeared even wilder, sweat beading at his forehead, his horns a darker purple.
He shook his head as if angry with her.
But what had she done?
He flipped her body again, lifting and arranging her like her weight was nothing to him. He folded her waist over the bench, ass high.
More spanking, then.
He smacked her ass four times, alternating cheeks, then pulled out the butt plug with the fluffy tail and threw it across the room. The metal hit the wall with a thud.
“You keep teasing me with this ass, Mina,” he growled and spanked her again.
Hearing her name spoken in his rough, broken voice did something twisty to her insides. It sounded intimate, like he knew her—exactly who she was. But he couldn’t. And the whole reason she’d gone by Mina instead of Tara was because she became someone new when she left Zandia.
Was that what disconcerted her? Being fucked by one of her own kind?
Because he was going to fuck her, finally. His cock stuck straight out of the top of his pants, as he walked to the wall dispenser and took a palmful of lubricant. He rubbed it over his cock with quick, impatient jerks as he walked back.
A shiver ran through her.
She’d been fucked in the ass plenty of times. By many different species, all kinds of cocks. But a spike of trepidation surged at the knowledge that this male planned to use her that way.
It wasn’t just his huge cock, although it would certainly stretch her. It was more. Again, did she assign more meaning to this coupling because of his species?
Yes.
Because he was the one. The male from every fantasy.
A male worthy of giving her flutters.
And she didn’t even know his name. Had already stolen from him.
She would make it right when she got to Prince Zander. He would know how to find this male and she’d return what she stole.
The Zandian parted her cheeks and rubbed lubricant on her anus then lined his cock up with it. He sank into her.
She normally ignored all sensation during sex, but it was an impossibility with him. She felt every inch of him stretching her wide, filling her. She moaned, confused by the intensity, the discomfort, the overwhelming pleasure.
When his loins met her ass, she grunted at the pressure of her thighs over the bench, and he immediately pulled up, lifting both their bodies, pivoting, and pushing her to her hands and knees.
He shoved her head into the fluffy rug and held her down as he knocked into her ass. It was utterly degrading, dominating and… so incredibly hot.
So this was sex.
Real sex. Not going through the motions as a slave.
Now she understood.
She wanted… more. She wanted all of it. Everything this male could give.
The Zandian grunted behind her, taking her hard, his fingers bruising on her hips, thrusts rough and deep.
Her pussy clenched on air. She wished he could give her his cock there, too.
Tears stung her eyes—not from pain, not from anything definable. They just accented the intensity of the experience. Being taken so thoroughly. With so much passion. Having her desperation match his. Her need and desire swallow her whole.
The room tilted and swooped. Her vision blurred. Shouts and screams echoed off the walls, but she hardly realized they came from her until her throat grew raw from crying out, calling over his roar.
He pounced over her, shoving her all the way to her belly, covering her body with his larger one as he came. She must have orgasmed too, or maybe hers had happened earlier, it was hard to tell with his cock stretching her ass and nothing in her pussy. All she knew was that she was floating somewhere. Nowhere. Existing beyond existence. Soaring.
She was pleasure embodied. Satisfaction.
The Zandian molded his body over hers and forced a hand under her hips. The moment he cupped her mons, she came again. She bucked, anus tightening painfully around his huge cock, pussy squeezing and fluttering against his fingers.
So this was what she’d been missing.
“I’m sorry, sweet Mina,” he murmured in Zandian in her ear. “I’m so vecking sorry. I didn’t mean to take you like that.” His lips brushed her jaw. “I’m going to get you out of here. That’s a promise.”
Warmth cascaded through her chest, along with a sense of safety she hadn’t felt since she was a child. But no. Safety was an illusion she had to fight.
She couldn’t wait around on a stranger’s promise, even if he had the same skin color as she did. No, she’d stolen his ring. She’d make her own escape.
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Erick wanted to keep his body wrapped around Mina’s forever, but his time was up. The lights flashed to red, warning him he’d gone over.
Besides, if he stayed any longer, he was going to end up with his cock buried in her again, and he’d already shamefully defiled her twice.
Veck, Master Seke would chop his balls off if he found out what Erick had done.
He eased out of the soft, pliant female beneath him, wishing he had a blanket to wrap her in, a way to tend to her. But instead he had to walk out of her cell, leaving her naked and abused, with the eyes of two dozen males watching her. Maybe even—his fingers curled into fists—getting in line to have the next turn with her.
He shoved his dick back into his pants and stalked out without a backward glance, mainly because he knew if he looked back it would be impossible to leave. Nothing stopped him as he strode purposefully out of Prium’s, knocking past other beings without seeing them. How mu
ch money was he carrying on the ship? Not enough, he feared. But he’d negotiated hundreds of deals over the years. He’d convinced beings to take far less than they wanted for their goods. This would be no different.
Except it was different. He’d lost all the indifference within him, the cool, manicured calm that allowed him to broker deals. Never negotiate from desperation. It was his number one rule. Always be willing to walk away.
But there’d be no walking away from Prium’s. Not without Mina.
He already stood to lose the 750,000 steins on the galactacarriers. He wouldn’t go home without something infinitely more valuable to all of Zandia. A female.
Wait— veck that. This bargain wouldn’t be for Zandia. It was personal. He’d had a taste of Mina, and he’d never be able to breathe again without her by his side.
Of course, she may want nothing to do with him once she had her freedom. To imagine her undying gratitude after the way he’d held her down and vecked her senseless would be idiocy. Her ass, no less.
What in the stars had he been thinking?
He hadn’t been. He’d turned into a beast with no brain at all.
But he’d make it right. He’d find a way to get her out of there. He entered his ship and pulled the soft animal-skin bag filled with Zandian crystals out of the safe. These were rough crystals, used mainly for laser gun technology rather than as jewels, but he might be able to make Prium believe otherwise.
He shoved them into his pocket and… No.
Behn’s crystal ring and talisman were gone. He must’ve lost them from his pocket while claiming Mina. He’d never been careless in his life. He always kept his mind and eye on things of value, but apparently not around her.
Served him right.
Maybe he could recover them when he collected his female. After he brokered the deal of a lifetime.
Forcing his breath to slow, he brought his mind to the single-pointed focus: get Mina. Seke had taught him self-discipline.
The least he could do was use it to get the warrior’s daughter back.
Prium registered his entry with a wide smile. “Back for more?” he called out when Erick arrived within listening distance. “They enjoyed your show.” He waved a bejeweled hand toward the audience in the lounge.
Erick didn’t mean to look, but his eyes darted to Mina’s cell.
Vecking hell!
She’d curled up in a ball on the rug with her slender back to the laser screen. Had he hurt her? He’d cut off his own balls if he had.
Prium followed his gaze, and his thin lips stretched into a toothy smile. “You wore her out, didn’t you?” The male gave him a speculative up and down sweep of the eyes. “You were exceptionally rough. Unexpected…” He tapped the tips of his polished silver claws together. “I had to give her a short rest after you. She’ll need stamina for the five males in queue to use her.”
His throat closed, choking back a roar of rage. “How much?” he growled.
Prium arched a white-haired brow. “I beg your pardon?”
“To buy her for personal use. I have Zandian crystal to trade, or I can have steins delivered to any intergalactic account within seconds.”
Prium showed his interest in the dart of a forked tongue from the corner of his mouth. But he said, “I am not a broker. I do not trade in slaves. I only buy them.”
“You’re keeping her illegally. Zandians are recognized by the United Galaxies as free beings. She cannot be held against her will by any being.”
Prium brought his slender fingers to his chest with affected innocence. “Zandian? No, I think not. She’s a human with unusual skin coloring. Zandians are far bigger.” Again, the up and down perusal of Erick’s large body.
It was all he could do not to fist Prium’s elegant robe and shake the male until his teeth rattled.
He pulled out the bag of crystals. “Your choice. Give her to me now and get something in return, or have her taken by the intergalactic police and pay a hefty fine on top of losing her.”
Before Prium could answer, the lounge erupted in chaos.
A spray of laser sparks cartwheeled from Mina’s cell, pelting all the beings in the lounge with scorching light-drops.
He ran without thinking, eyes trained on Mina’s slender silhouetted figure.
Clever female.
She’d used the Zandian crystal to refract the lasers. She wasn’t waiting for him to buy her—she’d chosen her own escape.
He grabbed a fistful of the stones from his pouch and pegged one into the cell next to Mina’s, and the one next to that, creating more chaos to cover for her.
A guard surged past him, laser gun drawn. Erick grabbed the weapon, slamming the guard’s wrist into his knee to dislodge his hold. A slash of the side of his hand into the male’s throat dropped him to the floor. He used the gun to shoot out the lights, aiming and firing with careful precision, until the entire place fell into darkness.
Zandians could see in the dark, but Aurelians might not. He dashed off in the direction he’d seen Mina go—not toward the entrance, but down a corridor. Perhaps she knew another exit.
Laser sparks flashed around the bend. He sped up and arrived in time to see her rolling through an elevated window, the laser glass sparking in showers away from Behn’s ring.
“Wait, Mina!”
He’d never fit through that window. How did she even get up there? He jumped to look out, but all he saw was Mina’s fleeing back.
Damn. How would he find her?
He ran back up the corridor. Another light had been found, and it cast dim shadows around the lounge. Figures darted back and forth. Calls and shouts filled the room.
“There’s the Zandian!” a guard yelled, pointing at him.
He shot out the new light and raced for the main entrance. Laser fire screamed past him, ricocheting off the wall and the floor next to his feet. These guards were not trained in expert aim by Master Seke, thank the stars.
The two guards at the entrance aimed their weapons at him. He could probably shoot them both before either one figured out how to fire their guns, but he didn’t want an intergalactic murder charge to follow him back to Prince Zander.
Instead, he lobbed another crystal through the electronic doors, sending sparks flying in all directions. It was enough of a distraction for him to plant his foot in one guard’s stomach while he bashed the face of the other with a right hook.
He ran for his ship as an alarm screamed and the pound of running boots sounded behind him.
Where are you, Mina? Veck.
He remotely activated the hatch door of his small spacecraft and dived through, smacking the button for it to close before he jumped behind the controls. He had the craft off the ground at the same time the hatch slid shut, but some guard, imagining himself brave, had attached himself to the outside of the craft.
He twisted and tilted the small ship, gunning it with power and sending it in wild circles until the idiot guard fell. Now to find Mina.
“Activate thermal scan.” He watched the screen light up with the heat prints of every being below, but none matched the size and shape of his little Mina.
Wait—there.
Two beings were in a junky old spacecraft zooming away at top speed. He redirected his craft and followed, but they’d hit the edge of the atmosphere and their ship shimmered, preparing to warp.
“No!” he shouted, but it was too late.
The little airship disappeared, destination unknown.
“Veck!” He smacked the control panel once, twice, a third time.
He’d lost her. His Mina. He hadn’t even had a chance to make things right between them. Didn’t get to bring her to her father, restore her to the elevated position she deserved at the palatial pod. She’d be vecking royalty there. Could choose from any male in their species.
Except that had him gritting his teeth. The thought of other Zandian males competing for her attention brought a surge of aggression pumping through him.
What was it about this female that turned him into a savage beast? He didn’t remember feeling this way about any female, even as a hormonal youth. But he’d been off-planet during what would have been his first breeding season. He’d spent the year in an alien-exchange study program on Ocretia, which was the only reason he was still alive after the Finn invaded his planet.
He had to find Mina. But how? And what would he say to her father when he returned? Did he dare say he’d seen her? But then he’d have to explain where and how.
And that, on top of telling Zander he’d lost the three-quarter million he’d invested in galactacarriers, made him never want to go back.
Perhaps he should stop somewhere first to lick his wounds and figure out how to deliver his news.
Yes, stopping at the major galactic trading post outside Ocretian airspace wouldn’t hurt anything. It may even be where Mina headed.
Chapter Three
Mina held the laser gun to the head of the small Stornigian pilot. She’d grabbed his weapon from his holster when she found him, half-drunk, outside his rickety airship. His eyes had bugged out, but she wasn’t sure if it had been from the gun or her breasts bobbing in his face.
Still stark naked, she’d attempted to make up for her vulnerable appearance by using a mixture of force and the promise of reward to get him to fly her the hell out of Aurelian airspace.
He seemed more amused than scared or angry, so it was probably the hope of reward that had motivated him.
She hadn’t promised sex. She’d offered the strange talisman she’d taken from her Zandian’s pocket.
But he probably hoped for sex.
She wouldn’t be above using it if she had to. Actually, that wasn’t true. She didn’t want any male touching her. Not when she could still feel the heat of the Zandian’s hands cupping her ass. The marvel of his tongue between her legs. The skitter of her pulse at his heated, violet gaze.
Since their encounter, the idea of giving herself to any other being repulsed her. Oddly, she felt she belonged to him. He’d risked his life to save her.
