His Captive Mate (9 page)

Zaer purred as she slid her fingers into the man’s black mane and grabbed fistfuls of hair. She groaned softly as her slit hovered just above his mouth. She could feel his breath on her cunt and she savored the moment, holding his head in place beneath her, letting her juices drip onto his lips. The man strained as her liquid slipped past his lips and onto his tongue. They always reacted that way, the ones who’d never tasted a woman. She felt the air move between her legs and allowed herself another smile as she realized it was his tongue, lashing at her, trying to taste more of her.

She held him there. This was always her favorite part. The anticipation. Not just hers, but the males, too. She could sense his cock stiffening behind her and she toyed with the idea of shackling him before sending him back below decks without release. She wasn’t sure why the fantasy pleased her as much as it did, but she could lie in her bed for hours stroking herself and imagining a man’s suffering as he tried to sleep with a stiff cock filled almost bursting with cum.

The fantasy made her shudder and she couldn’t resist her urges anymore. She sank down onto the man’s mouth with her soft, drenched cunt, still holding him firmly by his hair and letting her head fall back and a moan of pleasure escape her lips.

The male reacted at once. As soon as the sweet juices of her pussy touched his mouth, his tongue began lapping quickly at the soft folds, licking and swallowing what he could of her. Zaer moaned again as he began to pry her apart, to taste the sweet nectar from inside her as well. Zaer felt pleasure coursing through her, pooling in her core as the man’s tongue burrowed deep into her soft hole.

Zaer moaned and looked down at the pair of hungry eyes poking out from between her thighs. She relaxed the muscles of her thighs even more, pushing herself harder onto the man’s face and the back of his head into the pillow. It only served to make him more eager. Zaer felt the swell of an orgasm begin to build and rode the wave of its crescendo almost to a peak. Just as her body was about to shudder in climax, she yanked at the man’s hair with her fists and pushed herself up so her cunt was just out of reach of his tongue.

Breathing heavily, she hung there like that above him, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. As the feeling waned, she swung her leg back over the man’s face, dismounting him, and crawled down the bed toward his middle.

“You have a talent, male,” she said, deliberately choosing not to use his name. The men she selected to pleasure her were her slaves and one didn’t name slaves. Zaer turned to see the mighty column of the man’s cock flexing behind her. Her body reacted with the familiar ache that she’d learned to suppress. Her slit ached, longing to be filled by something as strong and firm as the male’s shaft. She quickly chased the thought away. Having the notion was one thing. Entertaining it completely another. No matter how much her body wanted it, she’d never lower herself to indulging the impulse to be a breeder.

Instead, she took the fingers of her hand and ran them softly along the underside of the man’s hard cock, tracing the tunnel that carried his seed. After years of practice, she’d found just the right technique to bring the man close to his climax quickly, then leave him hovering there as he serviced her, his eagerness sharpened by his desire. The cock flexed at her touch and flexed again as she slid her fingers back the way they’d come, toward his sack. She paused at his base and applied some pressure there. Sometimes she could tell when a man was ready just by touching that spot.

The first few times she’d experimented on males this way had ended in their release. Once they released, the ride was not nearly as good and it had taken many trials and errors to learn how to tell that a man was close. She watched as the man’s flexing muscles pulled his sack up toward his body and Zaer knew she couldn’t go too much further. Considering this one had just been caught and not used yet, he’d gone at least a week without release. It wouldn’t take much more of this.

But a tiny tickle of a thought sprouted in the depths of her mind. Zaer stared at the cock as her fingers continued to press gently at its base, teasing it into an ever more uncomfortable state. It was a discreet understanding the commander had with the council of elders. Because of the stress and pressures of her job, she was allowed this small pleasure, a way to relax and focus her efforts in keeping the Sisters of Tranquility safe, secure and in line with the wishes of the council.

Part of the understanding, however, was that only the male’s mouth was to be used and that under no circumstance was any penetration to occur. But Zaer had slipped in her respect for the rule on a few occasions and she felt the sudden urge to slip again. After all, no one would be the wiser and if it was just her mouth that was being penetrated, what harm could come of it? Looking up at the man’s strained expression, Zaer smiled sweetly.

“Your luck is good today, male. I have a desire to taste you. Will you permit me to suck on your cock?” Zaer asked mockingly, knowing full well what the answer would be.

The man’s eyes widened as he began nodding vigorously and emitting a series of low grunts. “Oh, good,” Zaer cooed, reveling in her ridicule of the man. She made a show of parting her lips slowly, taking his thick stem with the tips of her thumb and forefinger and bringing her lips to hover just above it. She let the man squirm at the heat of her breath on his head for a few moments before lowering her head, even more slowly this time and enveloping his cock with her lips.

Zaer couldn’t stifle the moan that welled from her stomach and ran down the man’s shaft as she plunged him deep into her mouth. She slid herself down his length, letting her tongue press the same vein her fingers had traced. The man’s roar filled the room as Zaer tasted the first drops of his excitement. It was a pity that he was so close. She was playing with fire, she knew it, but nothing made a man eager like the velvet of a woman’s tongue on his shaft.

She pulled herself off just as slowly and just in time as she felt the man flex once in her mouth and tasted the bitter spray of his pre-seed. Quickly, she took her mouth off him and straightened, watching him bounce and writhe on the bed as his climax faded back into the shadows. He would certainly be ready now.

But instead of mounting him again to ride out the rest of her pleasure on his mouth, Zaer stepped off the bed and strode back across the room to where she’d left her drink, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she went. Another soft smile curled on her lips as she took a sip of her drink and set the glass back down on the table. Breathing deeply, her expression smug contentment, Zaer turned back around slowly, ready to savor the male’s frustration once again.

Her face went from delight to dread faster than a Tranquility ship on a manhunt. Instead of the figure she’d left reclined on her bed and chained to the wall, Zaer was faced with the full height of the man’s imposing frame. Her mouth dropped open as a shiver of fear ran through her. She tried to collect herself, to focus her energy on what needed to be done, to summon the reflexes she would need to deal with the situation. But the elixir she’d been drinking had already begun to fog her mind and when the man’s arm reached out toward her, she was a split second too late.

Zaer hadn’t traveled through the air that quickly in some time. Years, probably. It might have been basic training, or the last hunt she’d been on. Except this time, she flew almost naked onto her stomach and onto the bed where the man had been lying.

Zaer shook her head, unable to believe what was about to happen. The massive brute had his fingers around her ankles and began pulling her toward him where he sat, until her body slid softly onto his knee. Zaer tensed, wondering what her fate would be. What a terrible way to go. Killed by a male.

But the man didn’t wrap his hands around her throat like she’d thought he might. He didn’t begin beating her with fists or trying to break her neck. Instead, she felt the heavy weight of his hot palm on the small of her back pressing her firmly against his legs as she tried to wrestle herself free.

Without a sound, the male tore the material she was wearing from her, exposing her completely to him, her full rear protruding up toward him.

Zaer gasped at the sudden and unexpected indecency. Never in her life had she felt anything like what she felt now. She’d been coming below decks and making men bring her to pleasure for as long as she could remember, but she was always the one in charge. She was always the one who would make them do as she wished. What was happening now was unheard of. It was impossible that a man should be treating her this way.

But through her helplessness there came another emotion. Zaer felt a shameful swell of pleasure run through her and end in a slick wetness between her legs. Never having been at the mercy of any man, she had no idea where the feeling had come from, but she found it strangely arousing.

She could not dwell on the matter very long. Still not knowing what her captor intended, Zaer looked back just in time to see his other massive hand flying through the air. She screamed as his firm flesh connected with the soft curves of her ass, sending bolts of white-hot pain through her body.

The giant male did not relent. His palm moved up and came back down again just as quickly on her other cheek. Zaer’s body tensed with the impact and she let out another shriek. The man paid no attention. Over and over, his hand came down on her flesh. She felt her skin getting hot and red with each swat. Somehow, the pain of it seemed to fade to the background as her body shook under his stern command.

Zaer felt the man’s cock pressing against her belly, flexing each time his hand connected with her ass. Her own pussy was soaked now. She had no idea why, but the whole situation had made her immensely aroused.

When her tormentor finally stopped, he held his hand on the cheek of her ass and as humiliating as it felt, being in that position, she couldn’t help the fact that she enjoyed him there.

“You are a beautiful woman, Zaer Gwel.”

The sound of his voice sent a shudder of panic through her and she writhed against the weight of his palm again, trying to look him in the eye. He held her fast, so she could just barely see his face from the corner of her eye.

She felt his fingers move slightly, over the curve of her ass and into the crevice of it. He pulled at her round flesh and she felt the breath of cool air from the room touch her soaked lips.

“You… you speak? You speak like us?”

“What did you think, Zaer? Did you think that we just became monkeys after you cast us out? That we went back to grunting and poking each other in the eye with sticks?”

“I didn’t…”

“No,” the man replied, checking his rising anger. “Of course you didn’t. You weren’t the one who did any of that.”

He paused, as if contemplating whether to go on.

“There are many things the council doesn’t tell you, Zaer.”

Her body stiffened again at the mention of the council. How did he know any of this? But again, there was no time to ponder the question. His fingers moved toward her parted slit and as soon as she felt him there, her legs opened, her body eager to take him.

She felt him flex beneath her and the ache that she felt became even more urgent. When his hand came off her back, she was already being spun on the bed, until her legs were up in the air, held there by his massive fists.

Then he spread her open, his eyes feasting on the sight of her soaked folds splitting open.

“Have you been fucked, Zaer Gwel?” he rumbled.

Zaer shuddered, knowing what her fate would soon be. But something in her body and mind had changed and she no longer feared it. Now she craved it.

The giant descended onto her, pinning her arms to the bed, his upper lip curling in a snarl. Zaer’s mind raced, running through options, trying to remember the move that would send her former slave flying across the room. As his weight pressed against her though, and as his thighs spread hers, a strange thing happened. Zaer no longer felt the urge to resist. As she looked down the cut muscles of the massive man’s body, down his chest darkened by hair, down his taut stomach to where his shaft was sprung and ready between his legs, Zaer wanted nothing more than to feel him drill himself inside her.

The man lowered his head toward hers and Zaer tilted her chin to one side, exposing the soft flesh of her neck. She felt the grunt he emitted as his chest pressed against her breasts. His lips, still coated in her fluids, pressed against her neck as the same tongue that had just been lapping at her cunt flicked across her exposed skin.

Zaer moaned. Whatever rules and council prohibitions had kept her from finding herself in this position before were now far out of mind. She wanted this. She wanted to be… fucked.

Dar the slave wasted little time. “You want your slave to fill you?” he asked.

A pulse of heat shot through Zaer at the gruff sound of the man’s voice. Her legs spread open widely as her hips bucked, her body desperate for its fate.

“Yesssss…” The word was followed by a long exhale as Zaer readied herself for entry.

At the very sound of the word, Dar grunted. Zaer felt his hand grab the hair at the back of her head and he yanked it so her head snapped to one side. She felt his cock touch the soft, wet folds and bounce at the sensation. With another roar, he thrust his hips forward, driving the full length of his shaft into the dark depths of her soft, tight cunt.

Zaer sucked in a lungful of air with an open mouth. Her eyes shot open as the feeling of being impaled by the giant’s stiffness shot to her very core. Inch after inch of the cock she’d swallowed, tormented, and teased slid along her tunnel, spreading her and stretching her in a way she’d never imagined. As she felt the thing filling her completely, she moaned again. But just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, she felt the wet slap of the slave’s sack against her now drenched rear.

The two stayed like that in silence for seconds that seemed like hours. Dar’s eyes had closed as he savored the sensation of being sheathed in the delicate wetness of his curvy abductor. Zaer felt herself throbbing around his girth as if her body were begging for his gift. Then he yanked her head so she was looking at him again. He stared deep into her eyes and she into his. He began to fuck.