Corbin's Captive (4 page)

She smiled, pleased with his answer. She stroked the side of his face with her hand and nodded once to Ren.

Corbin shouted the moment Ren's blunt cock-head breached the tight, puckered, ring of his anus. With each slow stroke, he sank deeper up the snug cavity. Ren rolled his hips up until finally sinking in to his slit, which still encased his pale white testicles.

He leaned against Corbin's back, rubbing his cheek against Corbin's smooth jaw. Ren settled in, making high pitched cooing noises.

Corbin felt the rumbling of Ren's chest as he purred in the Sh'kra way of indicating intense pleasure.

Then he started to move, slowly pulling his length back to the tip, before thrusting back in until his pelvis lay flush against Corbin's ass.

Each forceful stroke Ren delivered jarred Corbin against his binds. Within moments, Corbin’s ass accommodated the Sh’kra male’s long cock, as if it had been made specifically for fucking. The pressure building in his rectum sent a rush of tingly spasms up his pulsing sex.

Corbin twisted in his binds. His dreads vibrated violently within the leather strap holding them down.

All the while Mistress Kye and Ren ignored his jerking body. Instead, they used the movements to ride his ass and pump his cock with unrelenting focus.

He cried, begging Kye to allow him the release he needed.

She smiled wickedly and moved her smaller hands faster, squeezing on the way up. Cum speared up his dick, like lava ready to erupt.

Behind him, Ren humped him harder, with sharp deep strokes. The sensation of his rear filled so violently, and his cock mercilessly whacked off, had his head reeling. Soon everything blended, and Corbin lost all sense of reality.

His whole body became one large blob of euphoric sensations. In another instant, Ren swelled inside him. After a few more jerky strokes, he drove into Corbin's ass one last time.

At the same moment, Mistress Kye let go of Corbin's insanely throbbing sex, releasing the cock ring.

All the pent up sexual rage ignited through Corbin. Harsh, violently thumping spasms, rolled up in excruciating waves of bliss-filled heaven.

His seed exploded from his cock in thick streams, shooting so high it sprayed Mistress Kye's face and chest with thick gooey globs.

She laughed with delight, enjoying the impromptu facial.

Corbin howled. His body soaked with sweat from head to toe. His dreads flared out, bursting through the leather thongs holding them down. Ren fell to his knees just before the appendages struck him. He purred like a baby, well sated, falling to his side in a heap of Sh'kra muscle and skin.

Corbin slumped inside the frame. His dreads lay limp against his shoulders and back. A small smile curled the corners of his lips.

CHAPTER FOUR

Yani did not have to walk too far to find a pub. They lined the streets of Krull city, most of them in and around the royal manor, itself. After a quick change into a more casual party dress, which hugged her full, shapely, figure like a second skin, she decided a night out and a few drinks would definitely ease some of her anger.

Night on Azuri only lasted twenty-two hours, so the streets were crowded with locals, as well as tourists, who took advantage of the cool night air. Krull City was colorful too. Hazy purples, reds, shimmering yellows, and blinking lights, colored every inch of the street Yani walked down.

Every pleasure you could think of tempted the senses. Everywhere Yani saw clubs and eateries offering every type of delicacy. Huge holo-boards advertising all types of indulgencies were graphic enough to entertain the newly arrived tourists, without them having to set foot in the establishment.

It truly overwhelmed her. Zen had nothing on Azuri when it came to the tourist industry. No other planet in the Three Galaxies provided entertainment to the extent the Azurians did. Basically anything went. Despite the wickedness of the City, the atmosphere did, indeed, induce a jubilance that Yani found very appealing.

Wearing the betrothal collar acknowledged her status as the Prince's property. No one would dare approach her.

Gor must be a badass to the extreme
, Yani surmised. It seemed everyone feared his anger. Well she is going to use this new power, however illusionary it truly was, to her advantage.

She finally settled on the Sh'kra themed pub. The Sh'kra were a female dominant race. They also happened to be one of her home world's most reliable allies when issues arose in the Galactic Governing Council that directly affected Zen. Being naturally nocturnal, she was not surprised to find the Sh'kra entertaining customers tonight.

Two very tall Sh'kra women greeted her at the entrance. Yani couldn’t help but admire their flawless features and lean firm bodies. Yani would die to possess a body like that, not that her figure was bad. Although, being on the more voluptuous side, she still wanted a smaller ass. Unfortunately, Zen genetics produced curvy women. It was one of the reasons so many races coveted Zenian females as Breeders.

She nearly strained her neck tipping her head back to acknowledge the women, as is proper in Sh’kra culture. Having spent much time on the Sh’kra home world with her parents during diplomatic negotiations, Yani knew in Sh’kra culture women greeted by looking directly at each other’s faces. This show of respect only applied to females, as males were only allowed to face the women when permitted by their Mistresses.

One of the Sh'kra smiled and bowed before Yani, acknowledging her royal connection to Azuri's monarch. She and her partner stepped aside and let her enter.

The interior looked more like a brothel's parlor room then a pub. Gold and silver walls glittered against the dim lighting. Jeweled chandeliers hung from the ceiling, blanketing the patrons with the glow of blue and yellow light.

She navigated through a maze of tables, lounges, and pillows, occupied by Sh'kra women and pets in the midst of some form of sex play. The debauchery, committed in blatant view, intrigued Yani. Part of her wanted to hike her skirts up and run to the door, but the more curious part found the display very arousing.

She sat on a cushioned barstool at the bar. A Sh'kra man immediately walked up to her and asked for her order. Yani noticed the gold collar around his neck.

A long, chain, leash looped around a ring at the back of the collar. She followed the length with her eyes, until she found the metal post that locked the other end. He seemed quite at ease with his pet status. Yani had never met a Sh'kra male that did not adore and worship his Mistress.

He smiled at Yani. She leaned in so that he could hear her over the multitude of voices, grunting, moaning and music around them.

"I'll have a glass of Aquarian Ra Wine with a twist of
Juju
lime."

He nodded once and left to get her drink, returning a few moments later with her order. Yani thanked him and took her drink. She brought the glass to her nose and inhaled the fruity fragrance.

The pleasant aroma lifted her spirits. A rhythmic beat thumped around her. Soft sultry music accompanied the rat-ta-tat of synthesized drums and filled the atmosphere with a sensuous mood.

Yani let the sensations evoked by her surroundings placate her senses. Tingles ran down her back, as her lower belly tightened with pre-arousal tension.

She smiled, knowing this little diversion was just what she needed.
Who knows? Maybe she could find a man willing to risk Gor's wrath, to dance with her. Hell, the way things seem to be stirring in certain parts of her anatomy, and her sudden flirtatious mood, she may even get more than a simple dance.
The thought perked her up.

Yani closed her eyes and swayed to the seductive music, taking a sip every now and again. It was not long before she felt a presence next to her. Maybe she would get her dance after all.

She smiled, "Hell-oh my . ... "

Yani almost fell off her stool the moment she swung around to greet the stranger who had planted himself next to her. Beautiful blue eyes paralyzed her to the spot.

The intense, animal, lust written on his face made her heart skip a beat. Heat rose from the increasingly moist flesh between her legs, straight to her face.

A fog of utter panic overtook her cognitive ability, swallowing any coherent thought she had. Yani could only stare with stunned silence at the enormous Dreg warrior who had just grabbed her undivided attention.
Sweet Ver, a Dreg here, in an Azurian sex club, run by a race of Dominant females?

A smile that looked more predatory than friendly, curled the corners of his perfect lips. Of all the species that visited Azuri, a Dreg was the last race she expected to see. They were always so stern and serious.

Her eyes remained glued to his face.
Sweet Ver, he was gorgeous and if she was not careful, she would give him a lot more than a simple dance.
Now that was an entertaining thought. A new wave of wet heat flooded her pussy.

* * * *

Corbin's back still bore the marks of the whips, and his backside throbbed from Ren's insatiable ass fucking. The salve Ren used on the welts would heal them complete by the morning. Not a single mark would remain. He ignored the soreness, and greeted the two Sh'kra women guarding the Pub entrance before he stepped in.

The Zenian's scent assailed Corbin the moment he entered the Sh'kra nightclub. He had hoped to simply meet his contact, make the purchase and then leave. However, the moment he inhaled the female's essence, curiosity led him to make a temporary detour.

Then curiosity turned to wanting when he finally laid eyes on her across the room.

Inevitably, the hardness rising below his waist was testament to the virility of a Dreg male. Mistress Kye had sated his body, yet an exotic Zenian woman was an opportunity even he, as jaded as he was, could not pass up.

He focused on his prey and made his way through the crowed room. She was a beauty, more beautiful than Kiana had ever been. Her long, black, hair fell to her round derriere in a waterfall of silky curls.

Her lush, curvy, body was perfectly proportioned. She had big, full, breasts, a tapering waist and hips that flared out to form a bounty of plump, round, ass. The short dress she wore rode up her silky thighs as she sat down on the barstool. Corbin enjoyed the view of her crossing long, smooth, legs, modestly concealing the treasure he was sure to find between them.

He then noticed the collar she wore, indicating her status as an Azurian slave-mate. Like the Dregs, the Azurians were a patriarchal society, however, unlike the Dregs, they tended to treat their women harshly.

Corbin could care less who had mated her. The fact that she sat here alone, dressed as she was, told him that whoever owned her had little control.
Who cared if he fucked her? Let her get the punishment she deserves for dishonoring her mate. Kiana didn't care . ...

Corbin stopped the direction of his thoughts. This Zenian was not Kiana. Besides, this time he was the other man, not the poor sucker stuck at home wondering where his Breeder had gone and who she went to fuck that night. This time he had the control, and he would make sure the little cheating slut would worship his cock, and beg for more.

He sat next to her and waited, knowing she felt his presence behind her. She turned around to face him.

"Hell-oh my ... Sweet Ancients, he had expected her to be beautiful, but the moment she faced him and her brilliant green eyes locked with his, Corbin lost all ability to make a coherent sentence. Only one thought crossed his mind.

Mine.

CHAPTER FIVE

"So ... uhm do you come here often?"

As soon as the words slipped past her lips, Yani wished she could find a hole and crawl in it.
What in Ver's heaven was she thinking? Do you come here often?

Why on Zen would she even think to ask a man that question in a club where the main venue was sex? Her cheeks burned. Worse, his smile broadened and he became even more attractive. Damn Dregs for being so delectable. Maybe he did not catch the accidental sexual undertone of her greeting . ...

He narrowed his eyes. "On occasion, yes, but only if I find a beautiful woman to, ah, 'come' here with."

Oh hell's bullocks, he heard it.
Yani bit her lip. "I didn't mean... you know, do you COME here often, I simply wanted to know if you came ... er ... traveled to Azuri, here ... at ... times..."

What was wrong with her? She never got nervous around men. Usually men had a difficult time even approaching her. And why is he just sitting there looking so damn good?

He leaned in a bit. Yani felt the heat of his body soak into her skin.

"Too bad."

His deep, resonating, voice sent shivers down her body, straight to the tips of her toes. She had never known any Dregs to be flirtatious. The ones she had met had always been so controlled and stoic. This one however, seemed quite at ease with himself.

It was a pleasant surprise. She looked down, trying to avert his penetrating stare. For the second time in her life, Yani was at a loss for words.

Her heart rate sped up, as a few jolts of panic began to stir in her gut.
Say something!

"My name is Pri ... she paused deciding it is better not to disclose her title. "...Yani, I've actually never been to Azuri before, but I've seen holo-recordings. Please forgive me for being so idiotic."

His smile faltered a little. He tilted his head to the side and looked at her pensively for a moment.

"I am Corbin. It is a pleasure to meet you."

He smiled, back to that sexual-throb inducing expression. Yani decided at that moment a night of hot, wild Dreg sex would be a perfect way to salute her single life goodbye.
When would she ever get this opportunity again before shackling down to that shit-head Gor?

For once, she had a free night to do as she pleased. Tonight she would be just a regular person, be herself and not a princess.

Being a princess had its advantages, but the constant pressure to be the perfect example of regal grace made Yani wish at times she had never been born to Zen's royal family.