Planet Mail (2 page)

He stopped three paces away from her and
unwrapped
the cloth from his face. Douglass blinked hard. He had long, thick black hair and golden eyes, high cheekbones and a mouth that begged to be kissed. His cloak was lined with fur and his muscled chest was bare. Gold armbands accentuated his muscled biceps. He held out his hand.

“I am Marcus Blood Axe, king of this planet, Valhalla. Can you understand me?”

She automatically pressed her left earlobe to activate the embedded interplanetary translator but realized that even though his English was heavily accented she could make it out. To her fevered mind, he sounded Scandinavian. Perhaps the Vikings really had been the greatest explorers the world had ever known. She tried to restrain her unruly thoughts. She was already hallucinating, no need to make it worse.

“Yes. I’m Captain Douglass Fraser from the United Planetary Parcel Service. I would appreciate your assistance in contacting my people and reporting the accident.”

He looked past her to the smoldering wreck of her craft. “Is there anyone else in there?
Your pilot, your mate?”

“I’m alone. I’m the pilot, the first mate and the entire crew.”

He didn’t smile at her feeble joke. She pressed her hand to her side as another treacherous wave of agony caught at her breath. Behind her, the back end of her ship erupted, spitting forth a lethal rain of hot metal.

“Watch out!” the man roared, as he raced toward her. He caught her in his arms and supported her against his chest. Damn, the man was all muscle. Not a soft spot to lay her head. She wasn’t used to being cradled in a man’s arms. For a terrifying moment, she wanted to give up and bawl like a little girl.

“Are you injured?”

His quiet voice sounded loud in her ear.

“My ribs…” she hissed in pain as he gently ran his hand down her side.

He cradled her in his arms. “I will take you back to my palace. I swear I will take care of you. You will want for nothing for the rest of your life.”

* * * * *

Douglass licked her lips and moved restlessly against the silk sheets. A soft male voice crooned to her and bent to suckle her nipple. Long hair slid against her breast as his warm, wet mouth moved over her flesh. Her legs were open. When she tried to close them, her thighs brushed another muscular body. Her breathing grew erratic as the suckling increased. Relief flooded her as fingers caressed her clit, stroked inside her brought her to climax.

“
Shssh
, quiet now, we’ll attend to you. Just relax and open yourself to us, my lady. We wish to serve you.”

A different voice this time.
Larger, rougher hands on her breasts.
Between her legs the gentle lap of a tongue, tiny licks in counterpoint to the harsh sucking. Douglass shivered as another climax threatened. A strong accented voice she thought she should know whispered over her.

“Aye, she is beautiful with her sex all plump and swollen, her nipples tight and wanting. You have done well. I look forward to joining with her.”

She swallowed as something dripped onto her lips and tried to open her eyes. She tasted the sea and the musk of a man’s semen.

“
Sa
,” the man groaned and traced her lips with his wet cock. “I want to feel her mouth around my shaft more than I want to breathe.”

Douglass tried to coax his cock into her mouth. Her nipples tightened beneath the sucking and the gentle licks to her clit increased. This was one
helluva
of a dream. She really didn’t want to open her eyes just yet. Maybe after she’d come.

“Make her come, Sven. I want to see her.”

Her pussy clenched around the four wide fingers that were thrust inside it. She whimpered, lifting her hips to take more. She felt the man kneeling beside her head move to straddle her chest. He drew her breasts together and pumped his cock between them as he pinched her nipples.

Douglass came hard, her lower body bucking off the bed.

“She is beautiful, Sire, especially like this.”

The weight moved off her chest.
“Aye.
We have been blessed by the gods.”

Douglass waited until the sound of the men’s conversation disappeared. She cautiously opened one eye. She was still naked. The distinct scents of three men covered her skin. She’d let them bring her to a climax.
Three complete and total strangers.

Shit.

She hastily shut her eyes as a movement to her left told her she still had company.

“I know that you are awake, my lady. I saw your eyes move.”

Cautiously, Douglass peered at the naked man beside her. She inhaled her own musky scent and realized he must’ve been the guy with the magic tongue. He smiled at her, his long blond hair framing a face which would only improve with age.

“My name is
Bron
. I am going to wash you.” He held up a silver bowl with flower petals floating on the surface.

Douglass just stared at him. “You don’t have to do that.”

He sat down beside her, placed the bowl on the table. “I like to wash you. I like the way your body responds to my touch.” He reached for a washcloth. “I’ve enjoyed learning which parts of your body respond to which stimuli.”

He leaned over her, his face intent and trickled water between her breasts. Douglass shivered as he slid the cloth over her already sensitized nipples. He cleaned away the stickiness with gentle touches as if he’d performed the service many times before.

The cloth slid over her stomach and around her hips. Her sated body relaxed into his touch.

“Where am I?”

Bron
frowned. “Your ship came down in our desert region near the village of
Hammersford
. Luckily, the king and his companions, who had been visiting the village, saw the crash and came to your rescue.” He touched her left side. “You broke two ribs and your left wrist.”

Douglass slid her fingers over her skin. She felt a slight ridge of healed scar tissue. “How long have I been here?”

She sighed as
Bron
eased her thighs apart and knelt between them. For some reason, despite the recent stimulation, her body anticipated pleasure again. He dipped the cloth in the water and wrung it out.

“About one cycle.”

Douglass struggled to remove her thoughts from below her navel. “How long is a cycle?”

Bron
eased his fingers between her labia and spread them wide. As he stared down at her, Douglass noticed that beneath the white silk loincloth he wore, his cock was erect.

His voice was husky when he finally replied. “A cycle is twenty-eight days to remind us of a woman’s fertility.” He used the corner of the cloth to clean her aroused flesh. Although he was careful, blood thundered to her pussy and she grew wet. Had they touched her like this all the time she’d been half-conscious? Was that why she felt so comfortable being caressed?

Bron
exhaled and slid one finger inside her. “You are always so eager and responsive. The king is truly blessed.” He bent down and kissed her clit, making her squirm as he worked his finger in and out of her.

“Do you need help,
Bron
?”

Another familiar male voice intruded on Douglass’ consciousness.

“You may play with her breasts, if you wish. I promised Sven I would be gentle with her after the last session. He and the king drove her wild.”

Douglass waited until the second man sat beside her. He was as dark as
Bron
was fair. His long black hair was loose around his shoulders apart from three narrow braids at each temple. Like
Bron
he wore gold armbands and a skimpy silk loincloth.

“It is good to see you are fully awake, my lady. I am Harlan, the third of your servants.” He squeezed her nipple. “Would you like me to sit behind you or by your side?”

Douglass simply stared into his slate gray eyes. Had she died and gone to heaven? Was this her fate to be sexually serviced for the rest of her life?

“My lady?
Do you wish me to use my hands or my mouth?”

“I don’t mind, whatever you wish. And my name is Douglass, not my lady.”

He moved behind her, opened his legs wide and sat her in between them, her back to his naked chest. The wet silk of his loincloth stuck to her skin, his cock nudged her lower back.
Bron
moved too, sliding down between her legs, his finger still working her pussy.

“We would not presume to call you by your given name, my lady.” Harlan said. “On our planet, a woman’s name is only used by her mate. We are here to serve you, not mate with you.”

Douglass wanted to purr as Harlan brought his hands around and cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples.

“Be gentle with her, Harlan. The king doesn’t want her overused. The ceremony will be tomorrow.”

Douglass let herself drift on a cloud of sensuality. She’d never had two men in her bed before. She’d never had one man who seemed to think she was as sexually exciting as these men did. If they were softening her up before putting her to torture, they were making a good job of it.

She didn’t feel used. How often did a twenty-eight-year-old parcel delivery girl get to be treated like a goddess? She glanced down at her body. Harlan’s large hands cupped her breasts,
Bron’s
finger pleasured her pussy,
his
tongue caressed her clit. Pleasure built and she arched her hips seeking the delights.

“Give her more fingers,
Bron
.”

Harlan rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her womb.
Bron
looked up.

“Is that what you want, my lady? I don’t want you to be sore.”

“Yes, please, more.”

His fingers weren’t as broad as the absent Sven’s but they were long and flexible. He found her G-spot, held her on the pinnacle of lust. Harlan groaned in her ear and thrust his cock against her buttocks.

“Make her come. I want…”

Obligingly, Douglass splintered, her heels digging into the bed as she rode the exquisite sensation. Harlan grabbed her around the hips and spilled his seed down her back in short, sharp hot bursts.

When she opened her eyes,
Bron
had the cloth in his hands again. He smiled at her. “It appears that I’ll have to start bathing you all over again. Please lie still.”

Douglass struggled to surface from the overload of pleasure and grabbed his wrist. “Has anyone from my home planet contacted you yet?”

“If they had, why would you still be here? You are not a prisoner.” Gently,
Bron
tried to remove her hand.

“Then what exactly am I?”

They both smiled as Harlan bent to kiss her cheek. “You are a gift from the gods and it is our job to worship you.”

Douglass let go of him and laid back down as
Bron
started to wash her. Even if the planet Valhalla wasn’t on the UPPS charts, surely her company had logged her disappearance by now? She bit her lip as Harlan smoothed fruit-scented cream over her skin. She knew Danny would be well taken care of by her mother and her friends but what would he be thinking? He was used to her traveling but she’d promised him that this last trip would be the longest she would have to take all year.

Was she wrong to enjoy the attentions of these men when her heart yearned to be back at home? She rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in her pillow, her extreme sense of physical pleasure at war with her heart and her mind.

Chapter Two

By the evening of the next day, Douglass was alert enough to realize that something momentous was going on. Sven had returned and spent the night sleeping by her side. Every time she’d tried to find out what was going on, one of the men had distracted her with mind-blowing sex. The weird thing was that none of them attempted to slide their cocks into her even when she could tell they wanted to.

She felt like an athlete being prepared for some huge event. She glanced across to the window where her three men sat arguing around a table.
Bron
was the youngest and the quietest, his blond hair framed an angelic face,
his
lovemaking was as delicate and precise as his personality. Harlan’s striking dark looks mirrored his more intense character. He seemed to be able to read her sexual desires and act on them before she even realized what she needed. He was taller and older than
Bron
but still not as awesome in size as Sven, the acknowledged leader of the group.

Sven was the same height as the first man she’d met on the planet, whom Douglass reckoned was the king. He was at least six foot five if not more. He wore his red hair short. She imagined it would curl if he allowed it to grow and she doubted he would appreciate that. He was big all over. When he touched her, she felt devoured, on the edge of a roughness which called to some deeply hidden primitive part of
herself
she hadn’t realized existed.

She stared out of the window as the first of the planet’s two suns began its descent. Soon it would be dark and the palace would come to life, soft lights illuminating hidden walkways, silk drapes showing the shadowy forms within. It was time to demand some serious answers from her host. Why hadn’t a rescue ship appeared after the crash? Was no one on Earth aware that she was missing? She thought of her son and her mother, would they think she was dead? So far all her questions had been smilingly swept aside or she’d been referred to the king who hadn’t appeared in her bed since she’d regained full consciousness.

Douglass licked her lips. She knew he’d been there. His deep voice was even more familiar than the other men’s. She’d felt his huge cock against her mouth, his hands caressing her breasts, his fingers buried deep inside her bringing her to climax after climax with the encouragement of his husky whispers.

Sven touched her shoulder. He should’ve looked ridiculous in the short silk loincloth but he didn’t.

“My lady, there is something I need you to do for me.”

Douglass eyed the golden cup in his hand with gathering suspicion. “I’m not drinking anything.”