CourtesanTales Masterfile

by Unknown

  Judging by the way he shifted his body closer and brushed his fingers against her breasts, he liked her proximity as well.

  So far they were on the same page—at least for the moment. And to her surprise, the possibilities excited her. Of course, once he found the tables had been turned on him, all that would surely change. Until then, she intended to fully enjoy what was happening to her.

  When he pushed her duster aside, she felt Markes tense.

  “It’s all right,” she told her sentient side arm.

  Markes subsided until the hunter placed his palm on the inside of her thigh. Then she felt the almost silent buzz he made before he attacked.

  “No,” she told him. “Don’t.”

  “I don’t like when they touch you.”

  Generally she didn’t either but her father’s unexpected death had left her with nothing but her latent sexual abilities and Markes. After several weeks of grieving and a few more struggling to survive, she’d come to the painful realization that she needed to make the most of her meager assets. Now, five years later, all the distasteful sexual dalliances were over. Well, almost.

  “This will be the last time, Markes. Stand down unless I’m in danger.”

  Markes obeyed and she shivered as the big palm slid up her thigh. Warm, insistent fingers touched her slit. She immediately creamed. The strange, wonderful feeling enveloping her must be the reason so many women enjoyed doing this for a living. She felt alive and hungry to experience what she felt would be the ultimate delight with him.

  While the big stallion trotted across the hot sands, Adarinas slipped a finger inside her pussy and rubbed his thumb against her clit.

  She sank her teeth into her bottom lip in an effort to control her desire. It didn’t work. The thumb rubbing her clit made her shiver in anticipation.

  Allowing the stallion’s reins to fall, he slid his other hand inside her duster to cup over her breasts.

  She leaned back, only just resisting the urge to rub her rear against his groin.

  Then he flicked her nipples until they pebbled.

  The intimacy that she usually found intrusive and unpleasant lit a fire in her and stirred emotions she’d never felt with any other client. The flame that ignited in her belly quickly singed its way down to her pussy. He pinched her nipples and slipped another finger inside her.

  Overwhelmed by her body’s unexpected response to him, she tossed her head back against him and arched her back, driving her wet slit onto his fingers. With the hot sun on her body and the motion of the horse providing an added stimulus, she ground herself against his thrusting fingers. She did that with a wild heat until a rush of delight shook her body and shut out the rest of the world as the most incredible feeling of bliss swept over her. Lost in the allure of pleasure, she cried out as she experienced her first orgasm.

  Bending his head, he nipped and licked her neck and ear as he continued to finger her flooded channel and rub his thumb against her clit.

  Overcome with emotion and pleasure, Parmia enjoyed multiple orgasms, each one more intense than the one before. Totally lost in a feeling of bliss she’d never experienced, her concept of time and place dissolved. The world consisted of his magical fingers, the warm lips pressed against the side of her neck, and the husky voice filling her ears with strange words that nonetheless heightened her passions.

  With her heart racing and her body on fire, she tried to steel herself for the moment when he would lift her hips and slide his cock deep into her erupting pussy. But strangely, he seemed content to give her pleasure without regard for his own.

  Finally, with her senses on overload, she surrendered all efforts at rational thought. When her senses returned, she found herself seated alone on the stallion outside a huge transport hangar. The hunter reached up to lift her down from the horse’s back. His strength and the ease with which he did it surprised her. Not many men could lift her and none had given her even an ounce of the pleasure he had. If they had, the last five years might not have been so unpleasant.

  Instead of releasing her once her feet touched the ground, he slipped his arm around her waist before allowing his palm to brush against her rear.

  She inhaled and suppressed the urge to lean against him. Embarrassed by her inability to control herself with him, she glanced away and reached down to fasten her duster.

  “Oh, no. Don’t do that,” he said, gently pushing her hands away.

  She moistened her lips and allowed her hands to drop to her sides.

  He lifted her chin and smiled down at her.

  She gazed up at him, unable to look away. His smile was as seductive as his fingers stroking inside her.

  He slipped a hand inside her duster briefly to caress her bottom. Expertly parting her nether cheeks, he pushed his thumb against her anal cavity.

  Parmia trembled. She hadn’t allowed any of her clients the privilege of reaming her ass for a long time. Feeling his thumb worrying her tight opening, she knew she’d welcome anal sex with him. After the pleasure he’d given her, she couldn’t imagine objecting to anything he wanted to do to or with her body.

  He slapped each cheek before he took her hand in his.

  With her ass stinging, she eagerly walked inside a rather nondescript cruiser with him.

  Markes gently probed her thoughts. “Are you all right? You didn’t answer on the way here. You just kept moaning. I almost killed him.”

  She trembled with terror at the thought. “I don’t want him hurt, Markes!”

  “Why not? You don’t like it when men put things inside you. He did it several times and made you moan.”

  “And yet you didn’t kill him. Why not?”

  She felt his confusion before he answered. “You were making sounds but I didn’t feel any pain or distress from you. I didn’t think you’d be pleased if I killed him. If I killed him, I’d have had to kill the Centaurian as well.”

  “And that would bother you, Markes?”

  “Yes. I served with a Centaurian who was very like this one. He was valiant and loyal. He died in a battle saving your father. Killing one of his brethren would have been ungracious. But my first duty is to you. If I erred, I can kill them both now that we don’t have to worry about being stranded in the desert.”

  “No! No. I don’t want either of them hurt or killed. Especially not Adarinas.” She glanced at the man standing looking down at her. The look in his golden gaze filled her with anticipation. For the first time in five years, she would enjoy a night spent with a stranger instead of dreading every moment of pawing that seemed never ending. Our client didn’t pay so well to have him injured or worse.

  The cruiser doors slid open.

  With his hand on her waist, Adarinas guided her into a long corridor. He nodded to the right. “My private quarters are at the end of that passage. Will you go inside and make yourself comfortable while I take care of Renas?”

  Parmia stroked the stallion’s mane. “And when you have?”

  He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. “When I have, I’ll be ready to join you in my quarters, close out the galaxy, and settle down to get to know you.”

  Her lips curved in a spontaneous smile.

  He bent to press a quick kiss against her neck before he picked up the stallion’s reins and turned away.

  “Aren’t you afraid I might leave while you’re gone?” she asked.

  He walked back to cup one hand between her legs.

  His touch made her burn with need. She moistened her lips.

  He stared down into her eyes. “Your pussy is wet and ready to receive my cock. No. I’m not afraid you’ll try to leave-at least not until I’ve cocked you a few times.”

  She sucked in a breath; her channel flooding at the pleasure his words conjured in her mind.

  Smiling, he pinched each of her nipples. “But even if you tried, you should know that I’d track you down and bring you back here.”

  Something in his tone and expression stirred her emot
ions and made her wonder if she’d managed to stir him as well. “To turn me over to your client?”

  He slid his palm down from her breasts to finger her pussy. “To slide my cock as deep inside you as possible and then to ravish you until we’re both limp with pleasure.”

  His words, spoken in a brusque voice filled with passion, sent a tingle of anticipation through her. Should she quietly submit? Or should she run and force him to track her down? She liked the idea of him tackling her so that his big, hard body completely covered hers. Running might be fun—except that it would lessen the time they had together. Running was out of the question.

  Almost as if he’d read her mind, he suddenly bent his head and deliberately closed his lips over her right nipple. He sucked so hard and deep, her legs shook and her pussy gushed.

  Hungry for more, she shivered and leaned into him.

  He transferred his warm lips to her other nipple, laving it with his tongue and nipping at it with his teeth until it pebbled.

  She slid her hands up his chest to link around his neck. As if they had a mind of their own, her fingers stroked through his hair.

  He lifted his head to press a long, heated kiss against her parted lips.

  She curled her fingers in his hair and returned his kiss with a passion that matched his.

  He thrust his tongue in her mouth to stroke hers.

  They kissed and caressed each other until she became aware of the stallion neighing impatiently.

  Only then did Adarinas step away from her to reclaim the stallion’s reins. “I’ll be back to claim my pussy,” he told her.

  His pussy? Oh, yes! Definitely his. She watched him and the horse until they turned into a corridor that concealed them from her sight. Then she felt almost bereft. What was happening to her?

  “Do you like him?” Markes asked.

  Did she like him? Like was too tepid a word for what she felt for him. But she wasn’t ready to admit that—not even to Markes. She shrugged. “He makes me feel and think differently about mating than any other man ever has.”

  “Is that good or bad?”

  “I don’t know and I don’t know what I feel beyond the physical reaction his touch creates in me,” she admitted. Since she’d never mated before she became a courtesan, she had nothing to compare her present feelings to.

  “I don’t like him,” Markes said.

  Parmia sighed. She feared she liked him all too well. She turned and walked down the hall. Maybe she’d feel differently once she’d refreshed herself with a shower. Recalling his touch, she shook her head. She doubted there existed a sonic shower powerful enough to vibrate away the effect he had on her. And strangely enough, she didn’t want to wash the feeling away.

  Chapter Two

  The moment they rounded the corner that took them out of Parmia’s line of sight, Delsin released the reins he held and turned to face the stallion. “What do you think?”

  “What I think is that the next time you want to fuck, you’d better not do it on my back!”

  He arched a brow at Renas’ ill-tempered response. “I didn’t fuck her so what are you complaining about?”

  “Call it what you like! The next time you pleasure someone on my back, I’ll toss you both on your asses and into the nearest deep sand dune.”

  “You’re over reacting, Renas.”

  “I’m not, but you might be right. You’re the one who will end up in the sand dune. I like her.”

  Unfortunately, so do I. “Thinking with that oversized weapon between your legs again?” he asked.

  Renas snorted. “Don’t make me angry, shifter. “

  Delsin grinned. “Aren’t you just the charming one, Centaurian?”

  Without responding Renas began compressing his big body.

  Delsin watched, fascinated. Noting the corded muscles moving under his skin, he realized Renas was getting better. Within three minutes, a tall, muscular nude male with tanned skin, and long, shoulder-length dark hair with auburn highlights stood in the stallion’s place.

  With the shift over, Renas inhaled slowly, expanding his massive chest several times before he stalked away.

  “Where are you going?” Delsin called after him.

  “I’m going to shower and dress and then I’m going to find myself a woman,” he called back. “And when I return, we’re going to discuss some new rules. No more fucking on my back!” He punched his fist through an interior bulkhead and disappeared into his quarters.

  Delsin shook his head and headed towards the mess. Centaurians. Thankfully, he had more important things on his mind than Renas’ bad temper. Once he retired, he’d have more time to devote to convincing Renas it was time they tried harder to discover Renas’ identity.

  He inhaled slowly. And just maybe he’d briefly return to Denhari to see Daylon and Daria if either had even a passing interest in seeing him again. Being so close and not contacting them felt wrong after the many adventures and experiences the three of them had shared. Something inside him ached to see them and attempt to reestablish the strong bond they’d once shared. But what must they think of him to have taken their credits and never made any efforts to contact either of them?

  * * *

  Parmia found Adarinas’s quarters surprisingly plush. She kicked off her shoes. As her toes sank into the luxurious flooring, she slowly removed her duster.

  "Why are you undressing? Let's contact our client so we can collect our fee and leave," Markes suggested.

  She had removed her duster because she wanted to be completely nude and ready for plunder when Adarinas walked in. Markes' reminder of her obligation to their client did nothing to change her resolve. She would contact their client—after she'd felt the hunter's big dick inside her pussy.

  "I need to be refreshed after the ride across the desert," she said.

  "You want him to fuck you," Markes countered.

  The two had been through too much together for her to continue to try to deceive him. She turned to face him. "Yes. I do," she admitted. “I want it so much, I ache with the need.”

  “Why? You don’t like fucking.”

  She sensed his confusion. “I don’t…I didn’t like it with the wrong men.”

  “He’s the wrong man. Isn’t he?”

  She shrugged. “He probably is.”

  “Then let’s leave.”

  “We will—just not yet.”

  “Why not now? We’re wasting time.”

  “Maybe so, but is it so wrong to finally want to receive some pleasure after years of countless unpleasant encounters? Is it so wrong to want to enjoy a man’s touch on my body for once?"

  "No," he said after a long pause. "But we can't afford to lose our commission."

  "I know that and we won't. I'll make the contact. I just need to have one encounter with him.”

  “One encounter?”

  She sucked in an annoyed breath. “Okay. One fuck. I want to fuck and have him fuck me. After he has, I’ll do what I need to." She quickly walked into the bathing chamber before Markes could protest further.

  The sonic vibrations on her nude body felt wonderful. Closing her eyes, she settled her generous curves against the body-contouring confines of the shower and allowed her thoughts to wander. Thanks to the Goddess, she expected to fully enjoy her last job. When it was over she and Markes would start a new life with the proceeds she’d amassed over the last five, grueling years.

  Once she and Markes left the Blue Desert, he wouldn’t need to be on-guard all the time. He could stand down and get the upgrading he’d need to take advantage of all the possibilities available to a warrior-class and battle-seasoned sentient side arm.

  His valor in battle had earned him the distinction of being one of very few sentient side arms granted the right of self-determination when his service career ended. Instead of remaining in the service and getting the automatic upgrade all the others side arms he’d served with had, he’d chosen to retire with her father.

  He had transferred h
is loyalty to her after her father’s death. Since then, his tireless defense of her while she performed a distasteful job had earned him the right to do as he pleased. While he would have stayed with her as long as she wanted him to, she’d chosen to offer him his freedom so he could return to the service.

  She dismissed a brief rush of panic at the thought of a life that didn’t include either her father or Markes. In the years since her father’s death, she had never been successfully assaulted or felt lonely. Ever vigilant and ready to listen and offer encouragement, Markes had earned his freedom. She would miss him like hell but she was her father’s daughter and she would survive. And thrive.

  Her thoughts turned to Adarinas. Hell, she might even manage to be happy—if she could find a way to have her food and eat it too. Eat him. She moistened her lips at the thought of exploring his big, naked body with lips and tongue—especially his cock.

  “Oh!”

  Lost in her lustful thoughts, she was surprised to feel a pair of big, warm hands cup her breasts and a rock-hard cock press against her ass.

  Why hadn’t Markes warned her of Adarinas’s presence? Perhaps thoughts of a future free of the constant worry for her safety had distracted him.

  Adarinas’s hard cock sliding between her ass cheeks and coming to rest near the bottom of her slit pushed all but the most carnal thoughts from her mind.

  She turned and dropped to her knees in front of him. His fully erect cock was just inches from her face. Her pussy pulsed and her lips parted. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his hard thighs and parted her lips.

  He inched his hips forward until his shaft touched her mouth. She extended her tongue and pushed it against the big, seeping head of his cock.

  He inhaled sharply. “Taste me,” he told her, his voice thick with need.