by Renee Rose
Lamira whirled to face him, shock streaking her face. She fell against his chest, her little hands fisting in the fabric of his tunic. Her eyes pleaded, desperation simmering just below the surface. “Zander!”
He deactivated both vibrators. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, my lord.” Her legs wobbled, so he took her elbow and guided her toward the door.
“Good. Remember the rules and I won’t have to punish you publicly.”
He saw a retort in her expression, but she clamped her lips closed, too smart to test him.
***
She stopped as he opened the door. She’d never put her panties back on.
Gunt stood at his post, his cold stare boring a hole in her head. He didn’t like seeing her happy with Zander—or so it seemed.
She tugged Zander’s arm, trying to get him to come back into the chamber.
He turned, lips thinning.
“My...um…” She jerked her head toward the panties on the floor.
Zander followed her gaze and his lips turned up in a sexy smirk. “Leave them. Let’s go.”
Oh Mother Earth, what a trial. Her pussy practically gushed with moisture from all the attention he’d just given her. Her entire body must be at least fifty degrees hotter than usual. After the disquieting visions produced by the crystal that morning, Zander had brought her firmly back into her body.
She walked on shaky legs beside Zander, who kept one hand around her back. It was an oddly tender gesture, which only served to further discombobulate her.
Zander led her to the Great Hall, which had been transformed with a long table that took up the entire length of the hall, beautifully dressed in colorful fabrics and crystal centerpieces.
She drew in a breath at the magnificence of it.
Zander glanced at her and smiled.
The table was crowded with Zandians, who all stood when they entered, facing them like they were royalty. Which, of course, one of them was.
Zander inclined his head, and his fellow Zandians bowed back. He drew back a chair next to the head of the table and indicated it was for her. Once she sat, he took the place at the head. She realized that everyone was gazing, not at their prince, but at her. Well, yes, she was the only human present.
“Drop your eyes,” Zander said in an undertone.
Of course, her immediate reaction to his order was to swivel a defiant gaze on him.
He raised a brow and activated both vibrators inside her.
She caught the edge of the table, eyes glued on her plate in an effort to control her reaction. Heat washed over her skin; her pussy leaked moisture onto the skirt of her dress. Knuckles turning white, she ground her molars, trying to block out the intense sensations. She wanted to crawl under the table to hump her hand until she climaxed by the time Zander turned it off.
“Lamira, this is Lium, my tactical engineer. He’s responsible for purchasing and handling our airships.”
She looked across the table at the grizzled Zandian the prince indicated. His face was lined and short hair had turned white, but he looked every inch a warrior, with massive shoulders and a thick neck.
Lium looked at her but didn’t acknowledge the introduction, so she followed his lead and said nothing.
“Beside him is Erick, my trade and business advisor.”
Erick did not appear as old as Lium, but, still, like everyone in the pod but her, had to be at least twice Zander’s age. He actually smiled at her and inclined his head. “How do you find your new life?”
She glanced at Zander as a thousand answers clogged in her throat. The question shouldn’t come as such a surprise. How did she answer such a question? Other than being kept in a cage and tortured with two vibrating devices at once, fine. Or how about, I love it when your hot Zandian prince spanks my bare ass and shoves his huge purple cock into me, but I’m not so crazy about subservience. Because he seemed kind and genuinely friendly, she gave the most gracious reply her mind conjured. “It’s beautiful here.”
Zander seemed to doubt her reply, because his eyes narrowed.
Fearing he would turn on the vibrating devices again, she adopted a pleading expression.
One corner of his lips lifted.
“You already know Daneth. Next to him is Seke, my master at arms.”
Another massive warrior, this one a bit younger than Lium, but still much older than Zander. Scars decorated his middle-aged face. She saw pain etched into the lines there, too. A flash of claircognizance told her he’d lost his wife and infant in the massacre. The weight of his tragedy punched her in the chest. She realized everyone at this table bore similar losses. They may live in a beautiful pod, but they had suffered—perhaps no less than she and her mother had suffered.
Now she understood the importance of Zander breeding. If the prince was the youngest of his species, he’d be the only chance for it to survive. It also explained why he’d chosen a human—clearly there were no females of breeding age. Only three females sat at the table, and they were all ancient.
He introduced her to the other half-dozen Zandians who sat near them. From what she gathered, the table was organized by status, with the prince and his most powerful advisors beside him and the lowest servants who weren’t responsible for bringing the food at the far end.
Zander’s hand idly tangled in her hair as he listened to a report from Erick on a business deal.
Barr himself arrived to serve Zander’s food, and his face broke into a broad smile when he saw her seated beside the prince. “Good evening, my lord,” he said with a bow as he set a steaming bowl of soup in front of Zander. “Good evening, Lamira.”
She straightened and beamed back at the old chef. “Good evening, Barr. That smells delicious.”
Servants arrived and placed matching bowls in front of the rest of the diners, including her. “I didn’t know you were eating here, or I would have served you a smaller portion. Save room for the rest of the meal, little human.” Barr liked to tease her about how small her stomach was.
Zander glared at the chef, whose skin colored darker purple as he bowed and backed hastily away. Every being took a sudden interest in their soup, so she did the same. Was her prince actually jealous? Or had she shamed him in some way? She hoped not.
After that, she did keep her eyes lowered, though she listened in on the conversations with interest. Despite the dwindling numbers of the species, the Zandians must be excellent in business, with trade in a variety of sectors. That must be how the pod came to be so opulently decorated and how Zander planned to launch a campaign against the vast population of the Finn.
After the soup came huge platters of ostrich meat, wild bluegrain, and Relo sea vegetables. She realized now why Barr thought she ate so little. The Zandians piled their plates high and emptied them several times while she only finished a half a plate of the rich, exquisitely-prepared dishes. Barr served a blueberry wine that made her head swim. It loosened the Zandians tongues, and soon they were all talking in louder voices, laughing and gesturing like old friends.
A pang of remorse for something she’d never known stabbed her heart—this sense of family, of community they all shared. She wanted to belong with them, wanted to be a part of it all.
When she had finished eating and Zander filled his third plate, he tugged her onto his lap, holding her on one knee while he ate and talked. He stroked his hand up her inner thigh.
She jerked and held her breath, her arousal so close to the edge as it was.
He shoved her knees apart, angling his fingers straight over her clit.
She bit her lips, closing her mouth on a cry.
Zander hadn’t looked at her once, intent on some conversation with Erick about the price of sand rocks. That didn’t stop him from turning on the vibrator in her pussy.
“No,” she whispered. Her thighs pressed closed around his fingers. “Please, Zander.”
The vibrator in her anus zoomed to life.
Please, no. Mother Earth, no.
“Please,” she whimpered in his ear. “Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be a good slave.”
Zander still didn’t take his eyes from Erick, but his lips curved into a smug smile. He slapped her thighs open and smacked her pussy twice.
She bit her lip so hard she drew blood. Zander’s sense of smell must be better than a human’s because he sniffed and turned, his brows drawn together with concern.
He frowned and cupped her chin, taking her lip into his mouth and sucking.
She came.
Yes, right there, sitting on his lap in front of his entire household, she climaxed.
Zander laughed and turned the vibrators off. “Go back to my chamber little human. Take off your clothes and wait for me on the sleepdisk. I’ll be in soon.” He murmured the words, but she feared everyone at the great, long table knew exactly what had happened and what was going on. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
She stood on trembling legs and affected a sort of curtsy.
Sweet Mother Earth, what was happening to her? This alien had a terrifying effect on her. She needed to get a grip. Fast.
Chapter Six
Three days later, Zander fingered the laser gun hidden beneath his robe. He had four other weapons also hidden within quick reach. Seke and Lium flanked him as they faced Joan-Angeline, the Ocretion smuggler.
“Your ships are on the way. I require the remaining payment now.”
He shook his head. “Payment will come when I have the ships in my possession, as we agreed on.”
She smiled an ugly smile. Half her teeth were blackened or missing. “I’m changing the arrangement.”
He turned, daring to give her his back. Seke and Lium would cover him, and the feigned nonchalance was more important than his personal safety now. “Deal’s off.” He walked away, not turning to look back as he spoke.
“Wait a moment, Zander the Zandian.”
He didn’t stop.
“The ships are here,” she called out.
He paused, but didn’t turn.
She gave a deep laugh. “In the hangar. Come, I’ll show you.”
He pivoted slowly and folded his arms across his chest. “Stop playing games with me, Joan-Angeline.”
Again, the toothy smile. “No games. I have your ships. Let’s go. You’ll be satisfied, I assure you.”
He snorted. He didn’t believe her assurances for a millisecond, but if she had the fighting ships he’d been seeking, she’d be the first of many who promised to actually deliver. And he needed these ships. Without them, the liberation of Zandia would be impossible.
He, Seke, and Lium followed her down a metal walkway to a large hangar. There, nine beat-up fighting ships stood parked.
“I paid you for a dozen.”
“You paid half the cost of a dozen. And I require the remaining half now. They were difficult to acquire. The price has gone up.”
Once more, he called her bluff. “No deal. These ships may not even be airworthy. I’ll take them for the money I already paid, no more.”
“Ah, sorry, Prince Zander, but I have another buyer. If you don’t take them, he will.”
Zander hesitated. This might be true. He’d been attempting to acquire an air fleet for the past sixteen lunar cycles and these were the first he’d seen. He couldn’t be the only being the galaxy who wanted to buy ships on the black market. Joan-Angeline had maybe fifteen beings standing around with guns. None of them looked particularly smart. The three Zandians could probably take them all in a fight. They were all well-trained warriors. But he had honor. He wouldn’t steal what he had pledged to buy, even if Joan-Angeline didn’t deserve it. “The ships are mine. I financed their purchase. Because Zandians have honor, I will pay the price we agreed upon, but only for the ships that are here.”
Joan-Evangeline puffed her fat cheeks and stared at him, her bug eyes never blinking.
He kept his knees soft, his hand on his weapon, ready if she struck.
“Load the ships into their carrier,” she snapped at her underlings, whirling and walking away.
Lium and Seke didn’t relax, still as alert as he to any danger.
The smugglers loaded the fighting ships onto his carrier, though, while Joan-Evangeline stood guard at the door to make sure he didn’t leave without paying. He counted out the steins and placed them in a burlap sack, which he tossed to her when the transfer of the ships was complete. She gave him another toothy grin. “Nice doing business with you Zander of Zandia.”
He inclined his head. Zandians didn’t lie, and he’d be lying if he said the same about her. They boarded the craft carrier, and he took the controls to fly them out of Joan-Evangeline’s docking station and back to his pod. Only when they had flown several miles without a tail did he begin to relax.
He finally had fighter ships. Now all he needed was an army.
Chapter Seven
Lamira touched the first sprout of a watermelon plant from her row of starts. Her pussy was raw and sore from fresh use and her limbs wobbled like they were made of rubber. It must be the recent orgasm that made her spirits soar now. She shouldn’t be this excited over new plant starts.
After she’d made her list of supplies, Zander had found a catalog and let her leaf through the holograms and pick everything herself. He’d allowed her to buy several types of exorbitantly expensive heirloom seeds, originally grown on Earth, before the planet was destroyed by the overpopulation of the Ocretions. He’d paid for the best soil and beautiful pots, since the “garden” would actually be in his great hall. He’d even ordered two of his servants to assist her. She’d planted the seeds four days ago, and already some had sprouted.
Life as Zander’s breeder continued to befuddle her. The confinement and degradation maddened her. The sex, though, while rough and hard, brought her to heights she’d never known existed. She liked it too much.
She checked the timer Zander had given her. He allowed her to leave his chamber on limited excursions without guard for set periods of time. If she didn’t return by her curfew, he would punish her. She hadn’t dared disobey. She’d pushed hard for the freedom, and fought especially not to have a guard accompany her, not wanting to be alone again with the thief Gunt.
Three minutes until Zander expected her back in his chambers. Veck. She’d lost track of time. She ran down the lemon-hued corridor, dusting her hands on her skirt as she went. She arrived at the door and lifted her chin, waiting for Gunt to let her in. She hated the few moments when she had to pass him at his post.
He didn’t move, but his horns twitched. “Have you reconsidered my offer?”
Seriously? The dungheap wouldn’t give up. “I wouldn’t veck you if you were the last male in the galaxy,” she hissed, reaching past him to open the door herself. Of course, it didn’t work. It required the handprint of someone with authorization to open the door, and apparently hers didn’t fit that requirement.
His eyes and skin a dark-purple, he shoved her up against the door and curled his fingers punitively, painfully into her clothed sex. “You’ll regret that, you vecking slave-whore.”
She shoved hard against him, but he didn’t budge. His fingers groped with bruising intensity.
The door slid open and Gunt sprang away from her. She whirled and practically fell into Zander’s arms.
He ignored his guard and dragged an appreciative gaze over her. His hunger showed in the darkening of his horns, the way they tilted toward her. Her body reacted to his nearness, allowing her to put aside Gunt’s nasty pawing. Soon, she would tell Zander about it, when she knew him a little better and was sure he would believe her.
“Ah. I thought I might have to punish you.”
Her pussy clenched. Zander looked incredible in a body-hugging exercise suit, his huge muscles bulging. It took great resistance not to reach out and touch his hard chest. “No, my lord.”
“Come.” He pushed her into the room.
She balked. He would put her in the cage. That’s what he did wh
en he left her in his room. He didn’t trust her alone in there. Probably didn’t trust her with his communication devices. “Are you going to exercise, my lord?”
He gripped her upper arm and pulled her toward the cage. “Yes.”
She tried to slow their steps with no result. “May I watch you? I’ll be good. I’ll kneel in the corner and won’t make a sound.”
He raised an eyebrow, as if suspicious it was a trick.
Well, maybe it was. But the only trick was getting out of the boredom and claustrophobia of the damn cage.
“Please?” She gave him her best pleading slave eyes, which she knew he loved.
His horns stiffened and twitched in her direction. “Promise you’ll be good?”
She nodded quickly. “I promise. I won’t disturb you a bit.”
He tugged her elbow in that commanding way he had. “Let’s go.”
“Really?” She scurried along beside him. “Thank you.”
“Don’t make me regret it.” He could be gruff, but she’d found he wasn’t terrible. Over the past week, he’d only punished her three more times, each time for disrespect. Despite all the new implements Daneth had brought him, he’d only used his hand and each spanking had concluded with a rough breeding session, which she had come to love.
He bred with her once or twice a day. He didn’t always hold her afterward the way he had her second day, but when he did, she melted—turning as slave-y and submissive as a human who’d been born and bred to serve a man. And she hated herself for it.
Gunt’s eyes burned a hole in her back as they walked away, as always. She’d decided he was harmless. If he really thought he could get away with raping her, he would’ve already accomplished it. Still, she planned to avoid him at all costs.
Zander led her to a room she had not seen before. Like the dining hall, it was lit with natural sunlight magnified by a giant crystal. The room was small with a domed ceiling and raised platform. Seke, the fierce-looking master at arms stood on the platform holding a wooden staff as tall as his body.
