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by Jaide Fox


  “Swallow it,” he demanded, his voice husky and deep.

  She choked the fluid down, wiping her mouth off when he withdrew.

  A beep sounded from somewhere in the suite. Navarre moved away from her to chase it down. She watched as he picked up a small rectangular device and panned his finger across the screen.

  “I have a message. It seems we’ve been cordially invited by the master of the games to a celebratory dinner tonight at the main hall. He wants those gladiators who’ve won mates to come and show off their trophies to the delight of his guests. Do you know anything of the Antarian culture?”

  “N-No. Only that they are a bloodthirsty lot that likes to see the galaxy’s condemned put to death in the games.”

  He waved his hand. “That is common knowledge. What is not so common is that they enjoy the delights of the orgy, whether watching or participating. They have a special drink here that many imbibe to loosen the morals and groins of their guests. It is quite the depraved sight if you’ve never witnessed one of their gatherings before.”

  Kittana blanched then felt heat suffuse her face. The very idea of public fornication mortified her. She thought such activities best kept in the privacy of the bedroom. Kinky she might be, but she’d never been to or heard of such a thing. “Do you…do you think this will happen at the party tonight?”

  He rubbed a thumb across his freshly shaved chin, regarding her with a cool gaze. “Given the fact that none of them have likely seen a ShadeShifter mating, they will no doubt expect us to put on a show. Long have they been fascinated by the premise of our shifting during sex, though none have dared to attend our needs themselves. You do not like the sound of this, I can see it by the look on your face. You’ve never been able to hide anything from me with that fair complexion of yours.”

  Kittana blushed despite herself. She wondered at the wisdom of admitting the truth, but in the end, it probably didn’t matter. He was going to do what he was going to do whether she was willing or not, whether she liked the idea or not. Better to not trip herself up by lying. “No,” she said, meeting his dark blue gaze and hoping for some measure of mercy.

  He chuckled, sounding cold and mirthless. “I believe we shall attend. Maybe once tonight is over you will learn not to cross me. Go clean yourself up.”

  Kittana looked down at herself. “But I have nothing to wear.”

  “Where we go, you will need no clothes. I will find something appropriate for the occasion for you. The shower is that way if you have not guessed.”

  Chapter Four

  Kittana felt the eyes of the festive crowd the moment they entered the main hall. Though the clinking of forks on china, excited chattering, and tinkling glasses seemed to fill the air with a cacophony of white noise, it could not distract her from the discomfort she felt upon entering.

  Navarre had kept his promise to dress her for the evening, if one could call what she wore to be dressed. A thin gold chain clamped to her nipples, making them stand out from her breasts for all to see. Her waist was adorned with more roping chains, the shining gold serving only to draw the eye in a downward pattern over her body. The ropes of gold clung to her hips, and from those were strung a few sheer scarves that did nothing to hide the triangle of her sex or the cleft of her buttocks.

  He’d exchanged the thick collar he’d initially put around her neck for one of gold, and he carried a long leather leash in his hand, leading the way inside.

  If she thought she’d be nervous when attending, she hadn’t covered half the feelings she experienced now.

  Interspersed among the blue skinned Antarians were tables of gladiators with their concubines. Some had dressed their women in sheer gowns and robes. Others were adorned much the same as her. The Antarians seemed to favor the same easily accessible robes and gowns for themselves, though some of the men chose to wear kilt-like coverings over their lower extremities.

  The ShadeShifters were dressed in loincloths that left little to the imagination, fully exposing the hard planed muscles of their chests and arms, and the tattoos that carved across their skin. She could tell that not all the victorious were in attendance, for only about ten of the women she’d traveled with were here.

  There were far too many ShadeShifters at the gathering to be satisfied by how many slaves had been initially procured.

  Kittana tried to keep her eyes trained on Navarre’s back as he led her through the throng to their own table. One of the other gladiators sat there, eating as his slave girl fed him from her fingers. To her right sat another gladiator, idly fondling her naked breasts.

  Seeing the sight set up an alarm within Kittana. Given the fact that there were more unmated shifters than those that did have mates, she couldn’t help but wonder how this party would progress. The very promise of depravity for the delight of the crowd made her curious what was going to happen.

  And she wasn’t at all certain that she wanted to find out.

  Had Navarre brought her here with the intention of publicly humiliating her? Or had he planned on sharing her with the others? They had no sense of normal relationships as many races and societies had. Her own people practiced strict monogamy, but she knew that their ideals were a minority in these times.

  Certainly the Antarians suffered no such qualms about switching and swapping out partners. And ShadeShifters were decidedly more savage and adventurous.

  “I see you enjoy the spoils of battle, Torin?” Navarre asked the dark haired man seated at the table.

  Torin glanced at Navarre and then at Kittana, eyeing her up and down. “Indeed. Though my tall Amazon warrioress is a hard broken prize. Aren’t you, Orcha?”

  Kittana looked at the woman with nearly white hair that hung in fine, tiny dreads down to the small of her back. She favored Torin with a scowl but nodded her head, obviously not trusting herself to talk.

  “I enjoy it so much more when they resist. It makes their submission so much sweeter,” Torin said, taking another bite of food from her proffered hand and giving her a satisfied smile.

  Orcha looked tempted to shove the food in his face and make him choke on it. Kittana admired the defiance in the woman, and wished she could be more combative. But it was different for her and Navarre. They shared a past that could never be forgotten.

  She’d never been one to let go of her guilty conscience easily, try as she might to forget.

  Navarre sat at the table, patting his lap and looking at Kittana expectantly. She sighed and sat down on his leg. His loincloth settled between his thighs, exposing his hard muscled leg to the bareness of her buttocks. She felt the rough hair tickle her sensitive flesh.

  Kittana resisted the impulse to squirm at the unfamiliar sensation. He rested his hand at the base of her spine, searing her skin with his touch.

  She cursed the weakness she still held for him, hating herself for having any feelings of tenderness towards him. Straightening her spine, she remained stiff under the soft circles he traced on her back as they awaited a plate of food.

  Around them, the excited murmuring of the crowd increased as waiters brought clear pitchers of a thick amber liquid in. They filled empty glasses with the gold imbued fluid, and she could smell a citrus fragrance fill the air as their table was attended to.

  Another waiter came by and set a plate of food down in front of them, piled high with sliced meats and cheeses and pared fruits.

  “They bring the drink early tonight,” Navarre said, speaking to Torin.

  Torin idly fingered Orcha’s hair. “It has been a long fought battle to find mates for us. They combed the galaxy looking for women who could be our equals and survive our…appetites. No doubt the promise of seeing us finally in action has gotten them excessively excited.”

  “Eat your fill, Kittana. You will need your energy if you are to last the night,” Navarre said, motioning toward the food.

  Rather than feeling hungry, the words they two men exchanged seemed to dry the moisture from her mouth, making her throat stick c
losed. She picked up a morsel of cheese and nibbled at it, trying to swallow a mouthful without choking.

  Navarre seemed to sense her distress and picked up a glass, tipping it to her lips. The citrus scent intensified, making her nostrils flare at the sweet pungent smell. Without thinking of the consequences, wanting only to moisten her mouth, she took a small swallow.

  The moment the amber liquid entered her mouth, she knew this was no ordinary alcohol. An immediate flare of heat saturated her taste buds, making her salivary glands flood. That heady, dizzying rush of heat moved down her throat, spreading through her chest and arms and further, suffusing every nerve of her body.

  “Oh,” she said, swaying on Navarre’s lap.

  He cupped her back against his chest and the warmth intensified. She could feel every nuance of muscle, every springy hair brush against her skin as if it were alive.

  “A strong reaction,” he murmured. “Here, have some more,” he said, forcing her to swallow more of the concoction.

  She drank greedily, feeling her head swim, unable to stop herself from consuming more. Her protestations disappeared as if they never existed. Her mind felt foggy. She was barely aware of anything but Navarre behind her, suddenly tugging at the chain pinched against her nipples.

  He tugged on the chain, making her nipples tighten and burn.

  Kittana moaned, squirming on his lap.

  “She must be overly sensitive to the drink. I’ve never seen anyone so quickly subdued,” Torin said. His voice pushed through the fog of her mind.

  Kittana’s vision seemed to dim, narrowing into a tunnel. She blinked slowly, trying to refocus her eyes, but it only served to turn her sight into strange double shadows.

  Looking down at her hand, a halo formed around her fingers in red and green.

  “What … have … you … given … me?” she asked, her words slow and slurred. Mellow heat moved sluggishly through her veins. She could feel her heartbeat pulsing in her chest.

  Navarre pushed her red hair aside and bit beneath her ear. He nibbled the lobe, his breath scorching her tender flesh. “I told you the Antarians delight in their drink. Do you feel less nervous now?”

  “I don’t know,” she murmured, shivering at the torment of his mouth and the insistent way he toyed with her nipples.

  “They expect a show from us. It is our way of life now. There are many ShadeShifters here waiting to be serviced.”

  Pleasure shuddered through her at the thought that wasn’t her own. “Please,” she whispered for his ears alone. “Please don’t share me with the others,” she begged. “I want to belong only to you.”

  He cupped her jaw, angling her face towards him. His eyes looked heavy lidded, lust-filled. Something flickered in his eyes. Pity? Mercy? Had he any sense of the two or had she destroyed what was left of the good man she’d once known?

  She wasn’t sure she could resist if he pressed the issue.

  “So be it, but you will still put on a show. I want them to see what they can never have,” he murmured.

  She nodded jerkily, feeling his powerful voice like a caress.

  “Lay across this table,” he said, pushing their plate aside.

  Moving as if through water, Kittana did as he commanded. The moment the cold surface connected with her skin, she gasped.

  Behind her, she could feel him stand up. His huge, rough hands gripped her hips, drawing her back against him. She could feel he’d stripped off his loincloth.

  Whatever substance gave that drink potency, it had lifted her inhibitions. She never would have allowed herself to be taken publicly like this. Her tunnel vision was eclipsed by the sights and sounds around her. To her right, she could see Orcha straddling Torin for one and all to see. He tilted his chair back and suddenly another man was there, entering Orcha from behind as if perfectly welcome and invited.

  Maybe he had been.

  Was that in her future? Was that even Navarre behind her, prodding her sex apart with his cock? Would he keep true to his word as she hoped?

  She realized suddenly that it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the intense warmth filling her limbs, making her pussy wet and achy. The ache seemed to intensify with each passing minute, until she could barely stand it.

  She moaned, feeling him push inside her, not in her pussy, but inside her ass.

  Kittana hadn’t been prepared for the strange invasion, but it was no less strong or pleasurable. The drink seemed to relax her muscles, for she’d never been able to accept him inside her ass so easily before. It’d always taken long foreplay for her anus to gradually relax enough to allow him inside the impossibly tight hole.

  The channel clenched on him as he began stroking her slowly, forging a path deep inside her body like a foreign invader.

  He moved his hands to reach around her and finger her clit. The moment that hard digit touched her, she became lost in ecstasy. Waves crashed through her, unnatural, powerful and dizzying.

  Kittana cried out, jerking against him, bouncing her buttocks against his cock, driving him harder and deeper inside her, uncaring of the crowd or who might be watching them. Slumberous pleasure unfolded inside her, feeling him twitch her clit, fill her ass. And then he moved his hand to penetrate her cunt with his other hand.

  Two fingers curled inside her, feeling as one, alternating with the punishing thrusts he made with his cock. She could feel the two digits thicken, stretching her, becoming three and then four, and then it felt like his entire fist was inside her, burning and pushing her to the limit.

  She shouldn’t have been able to take it. He should have ripped her apart with his thickness. That she felt nothing but pleasure, that pain eluded her senses confused and excited her all at once.

  The knobs of his knuckles disappeared, his hand felt slinkier, almost like another cock but more nimble, with the unnatural movement of many controlled muscles. She recognized the shifting of his body and thought he’d changed his hand into some kind of tentacle. She wasn’t sure. And she wasn’t sure she cared anymore about anything except the explosive waves of bliss penetrating her from every direction.

  He stroked her, driving her need higher and higher. She thought she couldn’t take anymore, that she’d already come. In fact, she’d thought she’d come the moment he filled her body, but the drink confused her senses, made everything feel so orgasmic that when she finally did come, the pleasure was so extreme, she thought she was going to die.

  Breath ripped from her chest in a long, drawn out scream. She arched her head back, pushing against his hips, tossing her head as if it might dislodge from her shoulders with her efforts.

  Her orifices burned and rippled, completed with the orgasm that zipped through her core with a white hot, searing heat.

  She barely recognized her own voice, her cries. She couldn’t control herself, didn’t want to. And then he joined her, jerking and spilling his seed inside her until she thought she’d drown in liquid fire.

  Buzzing filled her ears. Her head felt like she’d dipped beneath the water of the ocean. Her vision blurred, the tunnel narrowing into a pinpoint of blackish green light, and then sight disappeared entirely, replaced by a warm, black void.

  Chapter Five

  Kittana awoke to the sensation of falling, then the heat of water saturating her pores.

  Slowly, she opened her eyes and realized he’d brought her back to his suite and had prepared a bath to rouse and cleanse her. The fragrance of flowers filled her nose.

  Her head listed to the side, resting on the lip of the tub. Navarre slipped into the tub, joining her.

  She attempted to lift her arm, but all the strength of her body had been sapped away.

  “What…what’s wrong with me?” she asked him quietly, lazily watching him take her leg and rub a cloth up and down its length.

  “Side effects of the drink. You’ll feel better by the morning. Though no doubt your pussy and ass will not.”

  “Mmmm. Did I…was it only you that fucked me?” she whis
pered, trying to keep her eyes open. Her eyelids felt so heavy. Muscled ached in places she hadn’t known they existed. This was the longest day of her life, and she was so ready to sleep and forget all that had happened.

  He picked up her other leg and cared for it as he had the first. “Yes, much to the dismay of the others. They were eager to share and disappointed that I was greedy and kept you to myself. You do not remember?”

  “No.” She yawned.

  “I find that despite my better judgment, I felt satisfied in keeping you to myself. I want no other man’s cock inside you but mine. You are mine. Do you hear me? Mine. Forever and always,” he said, his voice so low, she could barely hear him.

 

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