The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and she turned round. Nax was lying with his arms folded on the side of the pool watching her raptly. He was grinning at her with his naughty schoolboy grin, looking irresistibly cute to Lara. “See, I told you you’d feel better.”
She huffed and headed over to the pool a little way away from Nax. She hadn’t gone completely naked, opting to keep her bra and panties on. She pointedly ignored the watching Narden as she slipped into the water.
As she sunk into the pool, her aches eased miraculously away. The waters were like a healing balm and she let out a little sigh of pleasure.
“I told you that you’d feel better when you were out of your clothes and wet,” Nax called over to her. “Though is keeping your underwear on when bathing customary amongst Earthers? Or are you just defective?”
Lara shot him a venomous glare. “You know for a member of the aristocracy, you’re incredibly coarse and rude. Is that customary? Or are you just defective?”
Nax barked a laugh. “You’ve met my father, you decide.”
“I’m guessing it runs in the family,” she drawled.
“You know on our world, a person would be instantly executed for being far less respectful to the Ruling Family than that,” Nax replied in a light-hearted tone. There was a knife-sharp edge to his voice though. “You should be careful what you say. You’re only alive because of my generosity.”
Lara flinched. She realised she had to be careful and watch her step. She needed Nax on side if she was ever to get out of this situation. She hated being duplicitous and fake, but realised she had to humour this arrogant jerk. The thought of manipulating someone made her unhappy, even somebody as arrogant as Nax but she had no other choice.
“I’m very grateful, don’t get me wrong,” she said, trying to sound sincere. “Please understand that all of this has been extremely traumatic for me. I knew this mission was risky but I never expected this.” She moved to the edge of the pool and shot Nax a look, which she hoped was needy and vulnerable enough to pull at his heart strings, if he had a heart that is. “I know I’m being aggressive and defensive but it’s just a mechanism to deal with the fear. I’m really scared at what’s going on here.”
Nax watched her, his face a sultry mask. “Come and join me and I’ll give you a cuddle. That’ll make you feel better.”
The face she made at the prospect made him laugh heartily. The sound boomed around the dimly lit cavern. “Ha! You’re not frightened enough to rush to me for comfort. You can drop the helpless maiden routine, it doesn’t become you.
I knew you were a fiery spirit the minute I set eyes on you. The audience with my father just confirmed what a steely bitch you could be. You don’t know how refreshing that is around here. All the women I fuck are docile sows who are only interested in my status and furthering their position at court. Your honesty is the only thing keeping you alive right now. I strongly suggest you don’t compromise it.”
Nax had delivered his speech in a dry, sardonic manner but Lara couldn’t help but not see the fiery integrity in his eyes. She wasn’t sure how to react to that so she stayed silent. Nax pushed himself away from the edge of his pool and floated on his back, his toned body just tantalisingly visible above the waterline.
Lara decided to let the silence linger and dipped her head into the water and let it cleanse her hair. When she resurfaced, she wiped her face and flicked back her hair so it plastered to the back of her neck.
She closed her eyes and listened to Nax splashing about. She drifted away on the relaxing sound and the tranquil quiet of the baths almost falling asleep altogether.
Jerking her head up and opening her eyes, she gazed around the cavern. Nax had floated to the side of his pool and had lifted one leg out of the water to rest on its side. Droplets of water trickled down his smooth bare foot.
“That Belthazar really screwed you over, didn’t he?” Nax said at length, staring up at the steam wreathed ceiling.
Lara frowned, snapping out of her somnolent haze. “What?”
“Your boyfriend, Belthazar. He screwed you over, isn’t that the Earther term?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Lara thundered, “and he didn’t screw me over as you so vulgarly put it. I keep telling you people that, but you just won’t listen. Professor Belthazar is one of Earth Corporate’s most eminent physicists and possesses one of the most brilliant scientific minds of the twenty-fourth century. He would not abandon me on this planet like this. He is a good and compassionate man.”
Nax nodded thoughtfully. “He must be a really good fuck to get such a ringing endorsement.”
“I’m not sleeping with him!” Lara yelled in exasperation.
“He’s gay then?”
“What? No! I don’t know! Look, amazing as it might sound to you Prince Nax, it is actually possible for a man and a woman to interact together without being sexually involved. It is the mark of a civilised society.”
“Sounds boring,” Nax muttered. “Well, dumping you here doesn’t sound very civilised, if you ask me.”
Lara took a deep breath and kept her temper from erupting completely. This jerk was driving her crazy. Her eyes lingered on his strong, broad leg resting on the side of the pool and a stirring of attraction flitted through her body. She quickly looked away and felt her cheeks flush.
“This could all be resolved if you would just let me contact the space station,” Lara said after a little while, trying for a friendlier approach. “If you just talk to the Professor yourself, you’ll see he is a decent man and this is all a misunderstanding.”
“Maybe,” Nax replied before yawning and stretching. “I don’t really care at the moment.” He brought his leg back into the water and went to sit on the lip of the pool so he was directly facing her. His eyes were dark and smoky as he looked at her. “I’d rather do something more fun,” he said cryptically. “You know, it’s very lonely over here in this pool.”
Lara tried not to look at him, but failed. “What are you talking about now?” she said irritably.
“I think you know what I’m talking about,” he purred. His hand brushed along the contours of his sculpted chest and lingered at the urgent bulge in his thong. “As a scientist yourself, you’re brainy enough to work out the reason why I saved you from my father’s capriciousness. Why don’t you come over here and show me your gratitude? I have something here I’m sure you’ll like.”
A shudder went through Lara as she watched him slowly hitch down his thong. His huge, erect manhood literally sprang out of it and she bit her lip at the sight of it.
He was so perfect, so beautiful, a sculpted Adonis of the kind she’d fantasised about when she was a teenager. Her whole body thrummed with desire and she ached to go over there and wrap her lips around his succulent meat. He was watching her intently as he started stroking himself, and an arrogant half-smile played on his lips.
The complete and utter self-assurance he had in his own physical perfection made her stay where she was. His arrogance was overbearing and it helped strengthen her resolve against the powerful temptation he hung in front of her.
Yes, he was gorgeous on the outside, but it was clear to her now he was ugly on the inside too. There was no real warmth or compassion in him, and that dampened her flame. She suspected the rest of the Narden were the same as him.
Still, she couldn’t take her eyes off him and her apparently reluctance to go and join him didn’t seem to lessen his own arousal. Holding his wide girth in his hand, he started jerking himself off with slow, steady strokes.
Wetness pooled between Lara’s legs as she watched him, unable to help herself from physically reacting to Nax’s shameless display. After a while, he seemed to forget her and closed his eyes. Leaning his head back, he let out throaty moans and thrust his cock hard into the palm of his hand.
Lara’s breath caught in her throat as he picked up speed, and his body tensed as he looked ready to reach the moment of no return. He lifted hi
s feet out of the water and bunched his toes, letting out deep, primal groans of pleasure. Lara’s skin was on fire and it wasn’t from the heat of the baths. She watched with naked hunger as he jerked faster and faster, taking himself to orgasm.
“Argh! Yes!” he gasped as he cock shot its thick load. His rich, sticky seed pumped out of him and Lara wished he had erupted into her mouth and down her throat.
Shocked by her own savage urges, she retreated to the far end of her pool and pretended she hadn’t been watching.
Nax let out deep, panting breaths and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He opened his eyes and grinned. “That’s better,” he said brightly.
“You’re disgusting,” Lara murmured, shooting him a reproachful glance.
There was a slight flicker of guilt in Nax’s cocky expression before he set his face into a stony mask. He pulled himself out of the pool and padded over to an alcove set into the wall.
As Lara watched, he took a heavy cloak made of white fur from a peg inside the alcove and wrapped himself in it. Grabbing an identical cloak from another peg, he went over to Lara’s pool and held it out to her.
“Get out and put this on,” he ordered brusquely.
Lara did as she was told, relieved to be finally getting the chance to cover up. The cloak was wonderfully soft and tickled her skin. “What now?” She asked, feeling timorous and on edge.
Nax gave her a blank stare and pulled a bell cord hanging nearby. A few moments later, Granor lumbered into the cavern.
“Granor, take her to the suite of rooms in the west tower. See that she is made comfortable. Stand on guard in front of the door and make sure she doesn’t get into trouble.”
Granor nodded and took Lara by the arm. “Wait,” Lara said. “What about my clothes?”
“Never mind your clothes,” Nax said irritably. “They do nothing for you anyway. I will supply a more suitable wardrobe for life at court.” He waved his hand at the Yetoid. “Take her away.”
Before Lara could argue Granor pulled her across the baths and out through the double doors. She shot a parting glance to Nax, but he now had his back to her and before she knew it she was out of the cloying heat of the baths and being taken along the chilly corridors to her allotted quarters.
“In here,” Granor said brusquely stopping in front of a wooden door at the end of a long passage.
“This is kidnap, you know,” Lara said plaintively. “The Earth and Professor Belthazar won’t be pleased when they find out what’s happened to me.”
“Shut up and get inside,” the Yetoid retorted grumpily. “Just be grateful you’ve not been executed yet.” Without another word, he opened the door and shoved her into the well-appointed room beyond. “Earthers,” he muttered, shaking his head and slamming the door on her.
Lara let out a low groan and looked around at her surroundings. Heavy, dark wood furniture bedecked the stone chamber and a large window showed a panorama of snow covered mountains and wintry blue sky.
For a moment, she stood looking at the view, the memory of Nax in the baths playing in her mind. Like the scenery outside, he had a rugged beauty that was at once fascinating and brutal. Though she had resolved to hate him, her pussy still thrummed with desire from watching him pleasure himself.
No, you can’t be thinking like this! She berated herself sternly. You’re being held here against your will with the threat of death hanging over you and you’re feeling horny? What the hell is wrong with you!
Her body didn’t seem to understand what her head was saying and the urgency for sexual release was mounting. Her bra and panties were still damp from being in the pool, and she peeled them off and dropped them on the floor. Naked, save only for her cloak, she padded over to the four-poster bed and slumped down on it.
The fur cloak felt very sensual against her bare skin and she wrapped herself tightly in it for emotional support. She closed her eyes and despite her best efforts, kept visualising Nax in all his glory.
Subconsciously, she took a piece of the cloak and started rubbing it between her legs. The soft fur triggered shockwaves of pleasure in her pussy and she swelled as she rubbed herself with it, brushing it along her clit and labia. She bit her lip as she eased a portion of the cloak inside her, using it and her finger to push her over the edge.
Lara gasped and she pictured Nax’s smooth, chiselled body and lustrous blue eyes. She wanted him inside her, thrusting that amazing manhood into her, making her beg for more.
“Ah, God!” she moaned, writhing inside the cloak. “Nax! Nax!”
Her orgasm tumbled through her, sending liquid quicksilver pumping through her bloodstream. Her head reeled with sensation and she panted hard, losing her breath from the intensity of her climax.
For countless moments, she laid sprawled on the bed, lost in a haze. As the fragments of her mind reformed again the cold reality of her situation hit home. A wave of emotion engulfed her and she started sobbing uncontrollably.
Chapter 3: Warring Emotions
Morose and angry, Nax padded back to his luxurious apartments in the upper levels of the castle. Reaching the wide antechamber leading to his bedroom and living room, he threw off the fur cloak he was still wearing and hurled it across the room.
“Fuck! Cunt! Bollocks!” he roared at the top of his voice.
This venting of emotion made him feel a little better and he drifted into his bedroom and slipped on a white silk tunic and blue leggings then padded barefoot over to the drinks cabinet to pour himself a glass of Dragonspit.
Slumping down in a nearby chair, he slugged the alcohol down his throat, and savoured the searing burn that went through him. His anger dimmed, but the thought of Lara still remained bright. He resolved to drink himself into a stupor until he forgot about her completely.
The only problem with that plan was that he didn’t want to forget her. The moment he’d set eyes on her at the spaceport, he had been hit by an emotion he’d never experienced before.
She looked so beautiful, standing there on the ramp way of her craft, her eyes glittering with frightened curiosity. His heart had gone out to her in an instant and he had a deep impulse to reach out and hold her, to protect her from the harsh realities of Nardenstar.
Instead, he had just gawked at her like a simpleton, his tongue turned to stone. He had no idea how to react and had stood by like a spineless coward as Granor put that filthy collar on her.
When he’d caused her pain, Nax had to stop himself from leaping on the Yetoid and tearing the control unit from him. But he just remained in character, cold and remote, not wanting to deal with the confusing whirlwind of emotions stirred up by the female from Earth.
Closing his eyes, he rubbed at the bridge of his nose and replayed in every agonising detail of his horrible behaviour in the throne room and afterwards. After his initial stunned reaction had faded, his abrasive confidence resurfaced.
All he wanted to do now was bed her and his heart had almost stopped in his chest when that lecherous old fool of a father ordered her execution. He had thought that stepping in and saving her life would make Lara so grateful, she would spread her legs for him.
How wrong he had been. She had been more hostile than the Ice Ogre he’d tussled with that morning. Her resistance to his charm and physical attributes had been baffling at first, but enjoyable in a strange kind of way. It made him even keener to take her as his prize.
He’d thought that once she’d gotten a look at the beast of a dick between his legs, she’d melt like butter. Instead, she had regarded him as trash and it made him feel ashamed. He wished now that he hadn’t jerked off to completion, but she had driven him crazy. She still did and he had no idea what to do about it.
He heard the outer door to his apartments open and someone treaded softly across the floor toward his bedroom. For one fantastic moment, he thought it was Lara. She could no longer resist him and needed a good fucking. Though he’d already come, his dick stirred into life.
Looking up expec
tantly, his hopes were dashed when Lady Valma sashayed into his bedroom.
“Don’t look too pleased to see me,” the tall attractive Narden woman drawled, reading the sudden look of disappointment in his face when he realised it was not Lara.
“What are you doing here?” he asked sullenly, finishing off his drink.
“Why I’ve come to see my betrothed, of course,” Lady Valma replied in a tone of mock hurt. “You promised to lunch with me today, or had you forgotten?”
“I’m not hungry,” Nax retorted, scowling at his glass, “and we’re not betrothed. Just because I fuck you more than once a week doesn’t make it official.”
Lady Valma smiled coldly. “Your father and my family might disagree with you. They are very eager for us to get married. It will make an excellent match if our bloodlines were mingled. Think of the magnificent line of kings we would sire.”
“You and your grasping family are only interested in the wealth and prestige marrying me will bring, and that paranoid old bastard of a father of mine would probably strangle any male children that we have, in case they rise up and overthrow him. You know he plans to become a cyborg when his body starts to give out. The only reason he hasn’t tried to have me killed is because if he fails, he knows I’ll rip off his balls and push them down his throat.”
Valma chuckled. “My lord is very cynical today,” she drawled. “What is wrong? That sweating heifer from Earth you saved try and mount you?”
Anger knotted in Nax’s stomach at the way she spoke about Lara, but he would have expected no less from her. Valma was a sneering bitch through and through.
“I’m just bored of the continual power games the Narden play,” he replied. “I’m bored with the Narden and this contemptible little world altogether.”
“You are in an ill-humour today,” Valma said blithely. “I think you need to relax a little, relieve the tension, here, allow me help you.”
She stood in front of him and slowly turned round. Bending slightly, she hitched up her gown until her tight, peachy butt was revealed, bare and in all its glory. Nax felt a stirring again between his legs. He reached forward and slowly squeezed and fondled her perfectly shaped buttocks.
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