by T. J. Quinn
Unable to recognize the feelings he aroused in her, Neela moaned and allowed his tongue inside her mouth. His tongue teased and stroked hers, deepening the kiss and dominating her, until she was breathless and any coherent thought had fled her mind.
Her task, Typsea and the rest of the girls were all gone, and all she was able to think of was him and the way his touch made her feel.
He finally left her lips, just to explore her cheeks and her earlobes, drawing a fire trail in her skin that set her arousal to levels she had never reached before.
Her fingers plunged deep into his dark hair, pulling him closer, now completely lost in his touch and the pleasure he was making her experience.
Ethan kissed his way down her neck and across her chest until he reached the perky, little mounds, crowned by the hardest peaks.
She moaned when his hands cupped her breasts, and her body moved to meet his when his thumbs slightly grazed the hard tips, sending blasts of pleasure rushing through her whole body.
By then, even the pain in her back had been forgotten and all Neela wanted was for him to go on. As if he had read her mind, he leaned over and captured one of her nipples between his lips, the tip of his tongue lashing it a few times before he sucked and nibbled the hard bud.
His caress ripped a deep moan from her lips, and she pulled him even closer to her, desperate to have more, to feel more.
He moved from one nipple to the other, alternating his kisses with some caresses and kneads until he had her squirming underneath him.
His cock was throbbing like it never had, and he was having a hard time holding back the wild desire he felt for her. But he wanted it to be special for her. He wanted to give her all the pleasure he could before he took his.
She moaned and stroked her hands from his hair to his back and then to his hard cock pulsating between them.
The gentle touch of her hands was almost too much for him.
With a loud grunt, he pulled her hands away from him, putting them over her head. “If you touch me right now, sweet Neela, I’ll lose the last thread of self-control I’m holding to,” he explained, noticing the confusion in her face. “I want this to last,” he added, claiming a passionate kiss from her lips.
“You don’t have to,” she said, flushing beautifully when he released her lips.
“I want to,” he assured her, kissing her again.
One of his hands slid down her body and finally reached her mound. There was no hair there, and he enjoyed the smoothness of her skin before he slid a finger between her folds.
She gasped, and her hips rocked to meet his touch, as the waves of pleasure rushed through her body.
Neela didn’t understand what was going on. During her training weeks, she had been touched, caressed and taught to do the same, and she had never felt anything at all, other than discomfort. Certainly, nothing like the feelings he was summoned in her and all that pleasure, kept her from thinking, allowing her only to feel.
His curious finger reached her entrance and probed it a few times before he explored the whole area until he found her biggest shame.
“No, please,” she murmured, closing her eyes and covering her face with one of her hands.
Chapter Seven
“What’s the matter?” he asked, startled. “Are you in pain?” he insisted, troubled by her reaction.
“Don’t touch me there, please, I know it’s an aberration, a defect, but perhaps you could… ignore it…” she begged, still not facing him.
He looked at her, wishing it was lighter in the room so he could see exactly what was going on. “What’s an aberration?” he asked, trying to understand. After all, she wasn’t human, what was right for him and women back on Earth wasn’t necessarily right for her.
“That… that small bud… women in my species don’t have it… it’s a defect… I’m sorry…”
He looked at her trying to make some sense out of her words. He reached for what he assumed was her clitoris. “You mean this?” he asked, grazing the tip of his finger over it.
She squirmed underneath his touch and nodded. “Yes, please, ignore it,” she begged, almost breathless.
“Does it hurt you when I touch you there?” he asked, wanting to get to the bottom of that.
“No, but we’re not supposed to have that,” she explained.
“Women on my home planet have it. We call it clitoris and its main function is to give pleasure to both women and men,” he told her, rubbing the engorged bud, watching her gasp and squirm. “What does it make you feel?” he asked, rubbing and pinching it. “Is it pain?” he insisted, rubbing it faster. “Or is it pleasure?”
She opened her mouth to answer his question, but the waves of pleasure rushing through her body were so powerful, so intense she wasn’t able to utter a word. Instead, she moaned and whimpered while her first orgasm washed over her, taking her to a level of pleasure and she had never known before.
“This isn’t an aberration, my little elf, it’s a gift, something to enjoy,” he assured her before he leaned over and covered her little bundle of nerves with his mouth.
She sobbed out loud, but she didn’t pull away. Eager to taste her, he feasted on her, making sure he rekindled her desire before he listened to the desperate cries of his own body. His cock was so hard he knew he wouldn’t last very long.
Pushing the covers away, he pulled her legs up and rested the tip of his cock at her entrance, allowing it to get smeared with the fluids coming out of her. “Are you ready for me, Neela?” he asked, in a low tone, through ragged gasps, barely able to hold back his lust.
She nodded, unable to talk and kissing the top of her knees, he pushed himself inside her. Just an inch, not sure what to expect, but certainly, not the barrier he found.
“You’ve done this before, right?” he asked, breathing hard, struggling to stay still.
She shook her head, but she didn’t want him to stop. Feeling a bit more daring, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him closer, making him go all the way inside her.
A sharp pain rushed through her for a moment, but only seconds later, the pain was gone, and all she wanted was him.
“Oh god, you’re so tight,” he groaned, rapture written all over his face.
Her action made him lose control, and he finally allowed himself to take her as he had wanted ever since he had laid eyes on her.
Thrust after thrust he drove into her, his groans echoing with her moans as her inner muscles clenched hard around him, as another orgasm took over her, this time dragging him with her.
He collapsed in her arms, and she purred, too pleased for anything else.
Her heart was still drumming in her chest, her breath as still labored but she had never felt so happy in her life. She’d never dreamed that the thing she feared could bring her so much pleasure.
He kissed her forehead before he rolled out of her. “How come you hadn’t done this before?” he asked her, in a very low tone, not willing for the cameras to pick their conversation.
She shrugged. “I’m different. My people don’t deal well with differences, and when I was brought here, the difference still mattered. The Dreshanian men don’t seem to know what to think of me,” she explained, with a faint smile.
“Why did you accept to come here?” he asked, puzzled.
She snorted her scorn. “I wasn’t given a choice. Dreshanians have been hunting down our women ever since they arrived on the planet. It’s their favorite sport,” she explained, in a tone so low he had trouble hearing her.
“Why don’t you fight back?” he asked, feeling the rage rushing through his veins, as he leaned on an elbow to have a better look at her face.
“They have better weapons. Fighting them would be suicidal,” she replied, disdainfully. “They haven’t destroyed us completely because they enjoy hunting us down and enslaving us,” she added until she realized she was talking to one of the Dreshanians’ guests. “Oh… I mean… please, you mustn’t…” she stam
mered.
He covered her lips with his finger. “Hush, sweet elf. You’re safe with me,” he assured her.
She flushed, not sure what to think but sure she had exposed herself way too much to this stranger. “I should be going back,” she said, a bit nervous. Her job here was done.
She tried to sit up in bed, but he didn’t allow her to. “There’s no rush. You need a bath first,” he said, jumping out of bed and picking up her small form in his arms.
“There’s no need,” she tried to say, but he dismissed her words.
“I insist.” He carried her to the bathroom and once there, he filled the huge bathtub inviting her to join him. “This will relax you,” he assured her, checking her back for the welts he had seen before, but they were gone.
She sighed when the warm water covered her sore body. With the pleasure gone, all the pain was back, and she had to make a huge effort to hold back the painful sobs.
“You’re in pain,” he whispered in her ear, as he gently pulled her into his arms.
“No,”
“I can tell you are,” he interrupted her. “What happened when you left earlier?”
She shook her head. “I shouldn’t have left. I knew my duty was to stay and make sure your needs were tended to,” she said, still whispering.
They were doing their best to keep their conversation to themselves.
“But I told you to leave,” he insisted.
“We’re not supposed to take a no for an answer,” she explained.
“Even so, you shouldn’t be punished for my decisions.”
“Things don’t work like that here, and we really shouldn’t be talking about this. If they manage to understand our words, I’ll be in trouble,” she warned him.
“Then, we won’t talk, my little elf. Just relax,” he suggested, making her turn around in his arms and making her rest her head on his chest, while he smoothly massaged her back.
She let out a deep sigh before she relaxed in his arms. “Why do you call me elf? What’s an elf?” she asked, curious.
He chuckled. “Elves are magical creatures from our fairy tales. Your people fit their description very accurately,” he explained, with a naughty grin.
Touching her, even though he tried to do it as clinically as possible, was starting to reignite the fire they had shared just a few minutes ago. Despite his efforts, she soon realized he was hard again, and she tilted her head to look at him.
“You’re too attractive,” he admitted.
“Allow me to help you,” she asked, putting her hands on his hard shaft.
“You don’t have to,” he assured her.
“But I want to.” The minute the words came out her lips, she realized she wasn’t lying, not even exaggerating the truth. She did want him. She wanted to feel the pleasure he had conjured in her, at least one last time before she had to go back to her reality. She was sure Typsea would not allow her to come back to him again.
He pulled her up in his arms and captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss, as he lowered her on his hard cock.
She was so wet, so hot and welcoming he almost lost control with that first thrust. Deepening the kiss, he took hold of her small breasts and helped her to ride him, making her go deeper and faster each time, until the most powerful orgasm exploded between them, throwing them right into the wildest turmoil of ecstasy yet.
Chapter Eight
Neela opened her eyes reluctantly, unwilling to welcome another day, but knowing she would have to. She could tell she was alone in bed and that knowledge ripped a heartfelt sob from her lips. The sheets next to her were cold, and the room’s heavy silence told her he wasn’t around.
She had spent the best night of her life in his arms but the night was over, and it was time to go back to the harem before she infuriated Typsea.
Dragging her body out of bed, she put on her tunic and headed back to the harem, as fast as possible.
The other women were coming out of their rooms, and the expressions on their faces told her they knew what had happened the night before.
Typsea still wasn’t around, so she headed to her room quickly to change clothes, but Caisys had other things in her mind.
She grabbed her by the arm before she could reach the safety of her room and smashed her against the wall.
“I heard you screwed up last night, big time,” Caisys snarled at her ear, while her friends surrounded them. “It’s a good thing Typsea found out and forced you to go back because I swear I’ll kill you next time I’m punished on your account,” she threatened, wrapping her hand around Neela’s neck and squeezing it just enough to let her know she wasn’t kidding.
The heavy footsteps of the guards warned them of Typsea’s presence, and they quickly scattered around the room.
“I had no complaints this morning, so I’m guessing you did your jobs last night,” Typsea said when she reached the middle of the room. “Get some rest, I’m sure you’ll have a lot to do tonight as well,” she added with her usual contempt for those beneath her,
The women nodded and started to go back to their rooms. Neela was going to do the same when Typsea’s voice stopped her.
“Neela, stay. We need to talk.”
Shuddering, she nodded and approached the other woman, hoping she wouldn’t punish her again. Her back still ached from last night’s whipping, and her muscles were sore after a night of passion. Muscles she didn’t even know she had.
“Yes, ma’am?” she asked, her eyes on the floor.
“Judging by your clothes I would say you managed to convince the guest you could be of use to him,” she said with disdain.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She closed the distance between them and grabbing her arm she pulled Neela even closer. She slid her hand between Neela’s legs, thrusting an intrusive finger inside her.
Whatever she felt there must have pleased her because she pushed Neela away after wiping her finger on her tunic.
Neela had never felt so violated in her whole life, and she struggled to hide her feelings from the other woman. She knew it would happen, she just hadn’t wanted it to happen in the middle of the main room, with all the guards watching.
“Did he share any information with you about his plans?” the woman asked, in a cold tone.
Surprised, Neela raised her eyes to meet hers. “Plans for what, ma’am?”
“Their stay here, of course.”
Neela shook her head. “No, ma’am, after I convinced him, he wasn’t very interested in chatting,” she explained. She was sure Typsea had checked the cameras and that she knew what they had been doing the whole night.
The idea was quite disgusting, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.
Typsea let out an impatient sigh. “I should have sent Caisys to him instead of you. She would have gotten information from him.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she apologized, remembering that had been part of their training. Dreshanians were convinced knowledge was power and they would stop at nothing to get as much knowledge as they could.
“Just don’t put on a show tonight. This will be your last chance to do a good job, do you hear me?” she asked in a harsh tone.
The idea of having other men doing all Ethan had done to her the night before was enough to make her stomach churn, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. Besides, the man was a stranger, and she would never see him again. It was time to keep him in the past and move on.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Typsea turned around and left the room, leaving her feeling a bit lost.
“Neela, are you alright?” Olannie’s voice pulled her out of her dark thoughts.
She nodded and pasted a faint smile on her face. “Yes, I’m fine, just a bit tired.”
“I heard Typsea punished you last night,” the woman whispered, with a frown of concern in her forehead.
“She did,” Neela sighed. “I did a poor job convincing the man to let me stay with him, and she wasn’t pleased.�
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“He rejected you?” Olannie was clearly surprised.
“Yes, but he finally took me when I returned.”
“Oh. Did she send you back? Of course, she did, that woman has no heart,” Olannie protested.
“I’m alright. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she confessed as she walked towards her room, feeling suddenly tired.
“I can help you get some ointment on your back. The guards told me she slashed open your skin,” Olannie offered following her.
“Won’t it get you in trouble?” she asked, a bit concerned.
The other women seemed to resent Olannie’s special attention to Neela. The last thing she wanted was to get her friend in trouble.
“No, I have nothing to do right now. Don’t worry about it,” Olannie assured her.
Once in her small room, the old woman helped her get her tunic off and picking some of the ointment Neela kept in a bathing room cabinet, she started to rub it on her back.
“Thank you, this should ease the pain,” Neela said, taking a clean tunic from her wardrobe.
“You do realize she will be sending you to the guests regularly, don’t you?” Olannie asked her, with a sad tone, as she took a seat on the bed. “She might send you to the king as well.”
Neela shuddered with dread at the mere thought. The king was probably the most disgusting and despising man she had ever known. No woman at the harem liked the idea of visiting him. He was known to be a very sadist man, with no consideration at all for the women he took. And that seemed to include females of all species, not only his slaves.
“I know that.”
She had confided in Olannie her plans to escape. She knew she had minimal chances of succeeding and that they would kill her if she were caught, but she was willing to take the risk. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life between those four walls, forced to serve people she didn’t respect.
She’d rather die.
“Perhaps, this is your opportunity to escape. Convince one of the men you’re sent to, to buy you. You know the king has sold a few slaves,” Olannie suggested.
