by Jaci Burton
"Ah, here they are," he finally said, pulling her in front of him and drawing her against his chest.
A human woman with short, wildly red hair stood next to a green-haired woman who had three breasts.
"This is Emerald and Ruby. They are the subs of J'ael."
J'ael was a very tall, muscular human with spiky blond hair and piercing blue eyes.
He grinned and nodded at Kyr. Kyr said, "I would like Waia to watch the three of you tonight."
J'ael bowed. "I'd be honored, Master Kyr."
J'ael turned to the women and held out his hands. They moved to his side, curling their bodies around him. He kissed Ruby first, then Emerald, running his hands over their hips and waists.
The women were naked except for jeweled g-strings and nipple clamps in colors that matched their names. J'ael tweaked their nipples, pulling the buds until they stood erect. The women caressed him all over, then moved in front of him and dropped to their knees. They tugged his pants down and reached for his cocks.
Okay, maybe he wasn't human after all. J'ael had two very large cocks positioned next to each other about six inches apart. Each woman grabbed a shaft and stroked it, their tandem efforts completely mesmerizing. Then they both leaned in and covered his 46
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cocks with their mouths. They sucked him, their darkly painted lips a stark contrast to his pale shafts. Emerald cradled one set of his balls in her hands while Ruby took the other set in her mouth as she stroked his cock.
She'd never seen anything like this before. How was he going to fuck the two women?
Her answer came when the women stood and lifted one of their legs over each of J'ael's hips, pulling their g-strings to the side. Their pussies glistened with moisture, their nipples puckered and erect. They positioned themselves over his cocks and slid down.
Emerald and Ruby both gasped and rode their master hard and fast, leaning in to kiss each other. J'ael tangled his hands in their hair, his eyes dark with passion. The sounds and smells of sex permeated the air around them. Each stroke of J'ael's cocks against the women's pussies was loud, their moans gathering in crescendo.
Waia was astonished by the rapturous looks on their faces.
"Notice how the women are excited by being fucked by their master?" Kyr asked, his breath warm and tinged with the scent of the spicy alcohol.
"Yes."
"Does that surprise you?"
"No." After all, women were supposed to be pleasured by sex, even if she wasn't.
What surprised her was the way J'ael looked, his face twisted in rapture as he thrust furiously against the women. His motions increased or decreased depending on his women's responses.
"J'ael derives his satisfaction from pleasuring his submissives," Kyr explained. "He won't come until they do."
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she'd go numb inside. She'd work hard to give him pleasure, to make sure he obtained release, but he could work on her for days and not obtain the reaction he sought.
"You're thinking," he said, winding his arm around her waist. Her eyes widened at the feel of his hard shaft between her buttocks. Her sex grew wet, but she knew it was due to his erection brushing against her, not her own reaction. Still, the scene before them was quite tantalizing. The cacophony of moans and groans from J'ael's pounding of the women had drawn a crowd. Excited couples watched, some engaging in very vivid foreplay as the threesome reached a crescendo.
"Come for me, my ladies," J'ael commanded, his voice tight.
"Yes, Sire! I'm coming, Sire!" Emerald shouted, her bright green nails digging into J'ael's shoulders. She tilted her head back and met his gaze with a wild look of her own, then let loose a howling scream as she rocked her pussy fast against his pelvis. Her cream trickled down J'ael's legs.
Ruby followed shortly thereafter, clutching J'ael's shoulder and biting down on his skin. J'ael yelled, his hips pumping forward as he tensed and came.
Kyr led her away and she was surprised to find there was now much more to watch than just the threesome. Couples dropped to the floor or over chairs, sucking cocks, fucking and licking pussies. Waia didn't know which direction to look. The smell of sex was everywhere. She'd never witnessed an orgy before. Some people just watched, others participated in group activities, while others seemed to get off on having a crowd watching their sex play.
Kyr swept his hands along her rib cage and upward, teasing her breasts and circling her nipples. Her breath caught as sensation blasted between her legs. The men were in ecstasy, feeding their pleasure off that of their partners.
She wanted that, wanted to see that look on Kyr's face. The only way to do that would be to force her body to accept pleasure. But how?
"Your nipples are hard," he said, sweeping her hair away from her neck and pressing a kiss to the nape.
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She shivered, goose bumps rippling over her skin.
"I think it's time we go back to my chambers."
By the time they reached Kyr's chambers, Waia was more than a little concerned.
Would this be the night they had sex? She made a vow to please him in any way she could, hoping the small signs of life she'd felt in her libido wouldn't completely dissipate.
"Go sit on the edge of the bed," he ordered, slipping off his shirt and reaching for the opening of his pants.
She sat, mesmerized by the unveiling of his body. His skin was dark, sleek and shone in the light of the chambers. His features and skin tone were similar to Earth's Native Americans, his face chiseled with the strength of a warrior.
But his body...oh, his body was a work of art. His nipples were shades darker than his skin, like two discs of chocolate she couldn't wait to get her lips on. The silver nipple rings glittered in the moonlight streaming in through the tall windows, a focal point to his massive chest. His abdomen rippled with muscle, showcasing his strength and power.
Her gaze followed his hands as they pulled apart the closure of his pants and slid them over his hips, letting them drop to the floor.
He sat in the chair, legs spread, grasping his thick shaft in his palm and stroking it slowly.
"Undress," he commanded.
She stood and untied the strings at her neck, letting the front of the gown fall to her waist. She moved to slip it over her hips.
"Stop," Kaden interrupted. "Look down at your breasts."
Confused, she glanced at him. His palm was cupped tight around his shaft as he stroked leisurely, seeming in no hurry.
"Tell me what you see."
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She looked down. "Average, unremarkable breasts."
"Ah, but you're wrong. You have the kind of breasts men love. They fit perfectly in the palm of a man's hands and your dark nipples are long and protruding. Perfect for sucking."
She'd never heard anyone remark upon her breasts before. The way Kyr spoke about them was like a gentle caress against each nipple. A soft tingling charged each bud, making them stand out.
"Touch them and tell me what you feel."
This is where she always got into trouble. She cupped them. "I...I don't feel anything."
"Play with your nipples. Pluck them until they grow long and hard. Remember, my pleasure comes from you."
She would do as he asked because he bid her to do so, because the only satisfaction she derived was in knowing her actions pleased him. But she knew she wouldn't be able to take this where he wanted it to go.
Nevertheless, she was genetically bound to do his bidding. She pulled at the nipples, keeping her gaze tightly fixed on the lines of concentration on his face. If she didn't screw this up, she'd have an opportunity to pleasure him. And in doing so, she would give he
rself some much-needed relief from the crushing pain that never seemed to ease inside her. She watched his eyes for reaction, noticing that when she pinched her nipples, the color turned from a sky blue to a stormy gray.
"Yes," he said, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. "Now lie on the bed and reach for the bottle on the table next to it."
She let the dress fall to the floor, then scooted toward the head of the bed and grasped the bottle.
"It's scented oil. Pour some on your hand and rub your nipples with it."
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Adjusting herself so the pillows behind her put her in a half-sitting position, she poured the purple liquid onto her hands.
If she tempted him, teased him, that would please him. She spread the liquid over her breasts, making sure to linger around her areolas and nipples, tugging at them until the buds were erect. The liquid warmed against her skin, surprising her by awakening her nipples with a fiery tingle.
Kyr cupped his balls with one hand while continuing to leisurely stroke his shaft with the other. Glistening pre-cum spilled from the opening of his shaft. He spread the creamy substance over the head and circled it with his thumb, spreading his fluids over the tip. Her breath caught and she licked her lips.
"You want to suck me, don't you?" he teased, swiping his thumb back and forth over his cock head.
"Yes."
"Make yourself come first. If you do, I'll let you pleasure me."
His promise was tantalizing, his request impossible. She refused to fake an orgasm, though she knew many women did. But Kyr said he was psychically tuned in to her pleasure. If she faked it, he'd know.
Besides, she wanted to try. Damn the scientists for categorizing her as a failed experiment. She was no experiment--she was a human being. If she could fight the effects of the genetic alteration, she could also fight the mistakes they'd made. There had to be a way.
"Quit using your mind, Waia," he said, once again capturing her attention. "Listen to your body. Watch me. When you touch yourself like that, it gives me great pleasure.
And you know that when I respond, your body will too. Stop fighting it."
He was right. She hated what she'd become, but Kyr knew exactly what would lessen the pain inside her and that's what she had to focus on. If for no other reason than to find relief.
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She locked gazes with him and poured a thin stream of the purple oil over her belly and between her legs. Sparks flew from his fiery gaze as he focused on her hands.
Feeling more nervous by the moment, she swirled her fingertips through the liquid, spreading it over her ribs and lower.
The oil flowed downward like a river of molten lava. She eased her way along the valley, stopping at her lower abdomen and swirling the oil around her belly. When she slid her fingers over her mound and cupped her own sex, she moaned.
Her fingers stilled at the realization. She felt this! A spark of excitement, a quivering in her clit and a tightening in her pussy. Liquid seeped from her slit, but it wasn't the oil. It was her own juices.
Kyr stood and made his way toward the bed, stopping next to it. He took the oil from the table and spread it over his hand, then palmed his cock and spread the liquid over his shaft. The thick head glistened as it popped through the opening in his fist.
"Don't stop. Keep going."
She hadn't realized until he spoke that she hadn't moved since he approached.
Now she could hear his labored breathing as he stroked faster, could smell the sweet scent of his arousal as he loomed over her. His cock was a tantalizing treat just out of her reach but close enough that she could see the distended veins along the underside of his shaft.
With renewed vigor, she slipped her fingers along the line of her slit, her hand brushing her clit as she dipped between her folds and buried her fingers in her moist pussy. Blazing heat greeted her fingers as her hot pussy grabbed on to them and sucked them in.
"Yes. Fuck yourself for me," he said.
His clenched jaw and concentrated frown told her what she needed to know.
Despite the fact he only touched himself, what she did gave him great pleasure. His hand moved swiftly over his shaft, the slick oil coating his cock and making the same kind of sucking noises as if he were buried in a wet pussy.
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She imagined that thick rod inside her, of him being able to feel what she was feeling right now with her own fingers. The tight, hot squeezing as the walls of her cunt grabbed on to his shaft and constricted around it, begging for his cum.
"Faster," he commanded, and she complied, thrusting her fingers deep and pulling them out, then repeating the action faster.
Time ceased to exist. The only sounds were the wet, sucking noises of them fucking themselves and the only scent was the luscious lavender of the oil mixed with the heady musk of sexual arousal.
Her breath caught when Kyr leaned over and poured more oil over her breasts. He caressed them, then plucked and pinched her nipples.
The pain was exquisite--a hard pinch that shot straight between her legs and made her quest for completion much more urgent. She slid one more finger between her folds and still it wasn't enough. It wasn't Kyr's cock inside her, tunneling deeper and harder.
She wanted that, needed it like a drug that sustained her life. "Please."
That begging, desperate voice was hers, but she couldn't stop herself despite the fact she'd never begged anyone for anything, especially not this. "Please, Kyr," she said again, no longer caring how many times she had to ask, just knowing she was so close, so desperately close she had to do it.
His grip tightened, his face twisted in a painful visage as he let out a groan and shouted at her, "Come now, Waia! Now!"
His harsh command shocked her, but it had the desired effect. The pulsing tingles burst. She moaned as a tiny rush of pleasure soared through her body. It wasn't much, but at least it was an orgasm. Kyr let out a soft curse and shot a stream of white, silken fluids over her breasts, heightening her desire to take his cream into her mouth and swallow his pleasure. Her breath stopped, her heart pounding against her ribs.
Watching Kyr come was the most erotic experience she'd ever had. When the last drops of liquid had fallen from his cock head, he shuddered, his dark gaze still locked with hers.
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Her limbs felt like lead, her breath still coming in rasps as she fought to gather her wits. Though she hadn't climaxed hard, she had felt a tingling pulse of completion.
Surely she had done what he asked, hadn't she? Yet she felt a disappointment and shame that she hadn't exploded in ecstasy.
Kyr bent over and slipped his arms underneath her, lifting her off the bed and into the bathing pool. He sat her on his lap and gently washed the traces of his release from her body. The aftereffects of her orgasm coupled with the warmth of the bath lulled her into a state of complete relaxation. Kyr didn't speak. He carried her out of the pool, dried her off and slipped her into his bed, sliding in next to her and pulling her against him.
The pain within her had subsided, replaced instead with pulses that filled her with relief. She knew the feeling would be temporary, that tomorrow she'd be faced with the intense need to pleasure her master again, but at the moment, she was at peace.
And for now, that was enough.
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Kyr stroked Waia's hair, inhaled her sweet, natural fragrance and listened to the sound of her breathing as she slept.
She'd climaxed, but it hadn't been monumental. He frowned and studied her as if the very act of looking at her would tell him how he could reach the passion hidden just under the surface. He knew it was there, knew she could overcome the insidious alterations to her genetics. This would take time.
A strange feeling came over him as he stared down at the island beauty who had captured him from the first. He'd had his share of women over the years he'd been
Master of Dargon, but not once had a woman taken him to the heights she had tonight.
And that had been by his own hand!
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than a little disconcerting. No matter how many women of every possible species he had trained, none had given him all that he could ever hope for. This lovely island beauty might just be the one to do that.
Despite the fact her training was only in its beginning stages, Kyr felt what was within her. And what was within her frightened her. It excited him and concerned him at the same time. If he could pull her natural submissive nature out of its shell and show her who and what she could really be, he might never want to let her go.
But he had to. He'd never kept a woman for himself. No woman could meet his appetites, could sustain the kind of life he'd demand. That's why he'd never mated a woman. He knew their limitations. And he'd never settle for less than exactly what he wanted.
What would he do if she had what he wanted?
Now that she had begun to tap into her own pleasure, he planned to show Waia how to become a true submissive, how to pleasure her master by taking as well as giving.
And he'd have to do it while remaining emotionally detached.
When the time came, he'd let her go. There was no other choice.
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Chapter Six
Kyr was unusually quiet that morning. Waia wondered if she'd done something to upset him the night before. He seemed pleased with their sex play, but then again she still didn't really know what he expected of her. No doubt he was aware her orgasm was nothing more than a weak attempt to satisfy his commands. She wished she could have given him more, but that was impossible.
They ate and dressed, then Kyr told her he was going to take her around Dargon City today. She was anxious to leave the castle and explore the areas outside but couldn't help wondering why he was taking her to the city.
"Where are we going?" she asked when they stepped outside. The early morning was beautiful, the two Dargon suns sitting side by side, both shining bright red in the clear sky.
"Several places. First we're going to the government offices, which are just down the road."
