His Captive Mate (12 page)

“Ash!” Daz cried up the street.

The woman tilted her head then stopped and turned around. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open at the sight of Daz running toward her and she too broke from the male at her side and began to run to Daz.

As their bodies met, the two women swung their arms around each other’s necks and squeezed. Their men walked up and stood a few feet behind them, unsure of what to do. After some time, the two finally let go, leaned back and stared at each other, almost in disbelief.

“You… you made it,” Daz said, breaking the silence and running her fingers along her friend’s cheek as if to make sure it was actually her.

“I made it. So did you,” Ashea Vyn whispered.

“How did you survive? I felt the thing go down behind me.”

“Knocked out a window and jumped out right before I hit the canopy. I knew you were out and I was going to try to meet up with you somewhere in the forest but, well… then this happened.” Ashea jerked a thumb at the man standing behind her. Daz looked down to realize that Ash was also completely naked with her ass held high and her breasts pushing out from her chest.

“Are—are you…” Daz trailed off.

“I’m going to the square. Mor is leaving tomorrow,” Ashea said quietly. “I’m going to be claimed today.”

A smile crept across Daz’s lips. Something about the situation made her even more aroused than she had been. She knew that many women besides herself were to be claimed that day, but she hadn’t ever imagined that her best friend, who she’d taken for dead, would be one of them. The thought of the two of them lying side by side, with their men buried deep inside their bodies, made her tremble. Hawk’s voice behind her brought her back into the street.

“We have to go. We can’t be late.”

Silently, the two women took their places beside their respective men. The quartet walked wordlessly through the streets until they came to the massive stage that had been raised in the central square. A bubble of nervous anticipation swelled inside Daz as they mounted the steps and both took their places on their backs.

Just as Hawk had explained to her, the ceremony was held in complete silence. There was not a single whisper or cough from the crowd. Daz couldn’t help but glance at Ashea as the two women performed the exact same motions that Gana the trainer had taught them.

The men knelt before their women and spread their legs gently, then lowered their mouths onto their pussies. Most of the women found it difficult to remain completely silent and still and Daz closed her eyes and reveled in the gentle sounds of pleasure that surrounded her. She allowed herself to glance over at Ashea, who was already gripped in the throes of a climax as the man between her legs lapped at her hungrily.

Just as Gana had said, the handmaidens came on either side of them, bent low over their bodies, and began to suckle gently at their breasts. The feeling of the two mouths gently tugging at her made Daz climax almost immediately. Once the women had finished she was surprised to look down and see the smallest trickle of milk leaking from her swollen nipple. Exactly what Gana had told her to expect. When she looked over, she saw the same bit of white liquid seeping from exhausted Ashea’s ample breast.

Then, finally, the men took their places between the women’s legs. Daz looked into Hawk’s eyes as he stared back at her. A warmth she’d never felt filled her entire body and the world seemed to melt around her. There was only her husband-to-be, the one who would lay claim to her, the one who would take her and make her his. As he bent down low and began to crawl toward her, Daz looked down her legs to see that his massive manhood was erect already.

His unshaven jaw grazed against the flesh of her stomach. As his mouth passed her breast, he tugged on the stiff, leaking nipple with his teeth, causing Daz to hiss at the sudden, beautiful pain. His breath on her neck, a rough kiss, then a bite and Daz tilted her head, exposing the soft skin to him. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at Ashea, whose man’s body was pressed against her the same way Hawk’s was. Mor’s cock was just as stiff and just as large as Hawk’s. She saw him grab Ashea’s hair, saw her wince and arch her back in delight. Then she looked down her curvy friend’s body, her eyes settling on the space between her legs just as the head of Mor’s massive flesh pushed past Ashea’s swollen outer lips and plunged deep inside.

As Ashea moaned loudly beside her, Daz felt Hawk’s stiff cock touch her own sex. She looked down and saw his shaft poised at her entrance, ready to fill her the same way Mor had filled Ashea. When she looked up at him, he was staring straight down at her. He began to press himself inside.

Daz’s hands shot up to Hawk’s arms and she held on to him tightly as his cock began to spread her tight, wet walls. She felt the trickle of her own wetness trickle out from her moist pussy and run down the furrow between her cheeks.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as Hawk kept pushing, his steady pressure moving his swollen member deep inside her pussy. The throbbing ache she’d felt since she met him, the gnawing desire to be filled by his manhood, to be taken and used as he pleased, was finally appeased. He pushed deeper inside her and she gasped, afraid that she wouldn’t be able to take the full length of him, that her body wouldn’t be enough. As she felt him move deeper, she felt the heavy smack of his sack on her rear.

“Oh, Daz,” Hawk grunted as his fist tightened around her hair.

“Oh…” Daz whimpered, her hips squirming beneath Hawk’s weight, begging for him to begin his fucking.

Hawk’s body erupted into motion and Daz arched her back as the cock impaled inside her began to hammer into her with a lustful fury. Each thrust of Hawk’s hips sent a wave of heat and pleasure through her. As he rocked into her, she rocked back against him, searching for the perfect position where she could squeeze him completely and feel his full length driving into her. The plug inside her rear only made her tighter and as he pounded himself into her, she began to feel her pleasure cresting into a climax.

Hawk yanked on her hair, tugging her head to one side and she saw Ashea’s body being pillaged just like hers was. Her friend’s curvy breasts were riding back and forth across her chest as the man between her legs fucked her with the same vigor Hawk was fucking Daz.

She began to feel herself squeezing him, squeezing his cock inside of her with the soaked walls of her tight cunt. She heard him grunt and felt him drive himself into her even harder, his cock stiffening as her body urged him to release. He jerked her head back again so she was looking at him this time as the muscles of his face tightened in an urgent pleasure. The sight of it made her core tense, the spasm shoved her over the edge, and she fell into the dark waves of her orgasm.

As her body tensed and released, her core tightened and relaxed, and her head swam in the transcendence of climax, she felt her cunt tighten and pulse around Hawk’s manhood. Through the blur of her own bliss she heard him roar and felt his thrusts become even more urgent as his cock exploded inside her clenched opening and spewed its seed deep into her womanhood. Over and over Hawk thundered into her, each thrust bringing a roar equal to the last. Still caught in the grips of her orgasm, she felt her legs squeeze around his waist, her body begging for him to deliver his love as deeply as he could reach. Their intertwined bodies fucked and fucked until Hawk had nothing left to give and with the last drops of his seed deep inside his bride, he collapsed onto her and they lay panting and sweating, locked in an embrace.

Zaer braced herself against the bed, ready for the weight of the man who was about to mount her. Though she’d been upset the first night, her arousal had quickly smothered the feeling as she watched male after male paraded by her window. She had had to wait, almost a day by her estimation, though it was hard to tell the passage of time below decks. But now her time had finally come. The male had been deposited inside her cell and left there, his cock stiff and hungry for her body.

As he began to move toward her, she closed her eyes and smiled the faintest smile, her body ready for the pleasure of entry she remembered, the feeling that had put her in this predicament in the first place.

But the feeling never came. She didn’t feel the stiffness of his head, or the tight grip of his hands on hers. She didn’t feel the heat of his body pressing against her, or his thick shaft driving into her eager pussy. She opened her eyes to see the man leashed again and being led out of the cell.

Zaer straightened, closing her legs that had been open and ready, and shuffled to the edge of the bed. She wondered what had caused this. Had there been some change? Her heart sank at the thought. The thought that she might have to give up this easy life of carnal pleasure was not a pleasant one. As the man was led away, the figure behind him stepped forward. The woman who’d just over a day ago handed Zaer her sentence now seemed apologetic and meek.

“Zaer Gwel,” she began, her eyes shifting to the floor, trying to ignore Zaer’s nudity. The sight sent a swell of shameful pleasure through Zaer. It seemed as if the tables had turned indeed, but why? Zaer straightened but did not rise. Her nipples were still hard from the encounter she’d just been deprived of. One way or the other, she’d have to tend to herself after this conversation was over.

“Yes?” Zaer said quietly.

“I’ve come to beg your forgiveness,” the woman said, still staring at the floor. When she looked up, there was a fear in her eyes Zaer had never seen before. “The council has asked that I come and beg your forgiveness.”

“Oh?” Zaer said calmly, enjoying every second of the interaction.

“There… there has been… something has happened.”

Zaer’s expression clouded. Not only was this highly unusual, someone from the high council coming below decks, it was also unheard of for the council to change their mind about a verdict. Something wasn’t right.

“Well,” Zaer asked, the impatient irritation returning to her voice, “what is it then?”

The woman in front of her looked at her again with the same fear.

“The men. I think… I think it is a revolt.”

The woman’s lip quivered slightly. Zaer’s body tensed. A revolt? How was that possible? It wasn’t. Everything had been designed to prevent it. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Impossible. I see there are still men here.”

“No, no,” the woman whispered, “they’ve landed. They’ve landed soldiers and are coming to the city.”

“Landed? Landed what? They have no ships…”

“They came in two Tranquility ships,” the woman said, almost in tears.

Zaer pursed her lips at the news. This was serious. She’d had suspicions of this for some time, that the men were more advanced than they’d thought. They should have searched all corners of the planet for signs of civilization and not just the hunting grounds. Why were the men always at the hunting grounds? Was it a decoy? If it was, that would mean they’d been planning this the whole time.

Without wasting another second, Zaer shot the woman a scowl and snapped, “Get me some clothes and get me out of here. There’s no time to waste.”

“You… you will forgive us then, sister?” the woman asked meekly.

“There’s no time for that nonsense now,” Zaer said, pushing past the woman. She knew what the woman was scared of and had no intention of forgiving anyone. Now that they needed her, they’d come to pull her out of the fate they’d sentenced her to.

She’d have to see to the woman later, the whole council for that matter. Right now she had a rebellion to quell and an invasion to defend against. On her way to the lift, she saw the man who’d almost taken her standing in front of his cell. He was tall, muscular, and she had to say, quite handsome for a male. She’d have to make note of his number and come back down later, when all this was over. She locked eyes with him and he held her gaze steadily. They weren’t supposed to do that. She’d have to make sure to teach him a lesson. When all this was done.

“Bring me a robe,” Zaer snapped. The woman scurried quickly out of the room and reemerged with a white robe, which she helped Zaer into.

A sudden clatter in the corridor outside startled both of the women and Zaer moved cautiously toward the door. Panic gripped her as she peered around the frame and down the corridor.

A line of men in uniforms, with what looked to be guns, was moving toward them, looking into each of the breeding chambers. One of them was barking orders at the others. Zaer stifled the impulse to jerk her head back in, instead moving slowly back into the room. When she turned to look at the woman behind her, she was greeted with a look of terror.

“What is it, sister?” the woman whispered.

“Quiet,” Zaer said dryly, doing her best to remain calm against the thundering in her chest. “Move to the back,” she hissed at the woman as she herself reached for the long control pole propped up in the corner. She looked up at the light shining overhead. Perhaps if it was completely dark…

“Stand where you are!”

The man’s voice behind her left no room for argument. Though all of the sisters were required to take basic martial arts, it had been years since Zaer had been at the academy. There was no way she was going to try to find out whether she remembered any of it. She turned slowly, keeping her hands high in the air.

The man lowered the gun he was pointing at her, as a sickly smile crawled across his crooked lips.

“Well, well, well,” he began, his eyes roving up and down Zaer’s curves beneath her robe.

“What’s this?” the man standing behind him asked. The man’s smile only grew wider.

“Looks like one for you and one for me,” he replied, stepping into the tiny breeding chamber.

Zaer recoiled from the smell of sweat that clung to his clothes as he leaned toward her and breathed in her scent.

“Still excited?” he murmured, turning and handing his gun to his friend.

Zaer looked away, but was certain of what her fate would be. She heard the man inhale again, then felt the hideously warm return of his breath on her bared neck.