Planet Mail (4 page)

“Take off the jewels.
Bron
, suckle her for me.”

Douglass held her breath as Marcus descended another two steps. She bit her lip as
Bron
drew her already taut nipple into his mouth and sucked. Sven held her close, the now familiar press of his cock plastered to her back, the unfamiliar rasp of the cock ring hard against her skin. She shivered and rubbed herself against him.

“Harlan, lick her pussy.”

Sven came down on one knee and positioned Douglass over his thigh, opening her legs wide. Despite knowing there was a crowd watching, she had eyes only for Marcus. She was wet because he was watching. She was aroused because he willed it so.

The first rough pass of Harlan’s tongue made her want to come. She stiffened in anticipation.

“Gently, Harlan.
I don’t want her to peak yet.”

Douglass whimpered as Harlan resorted to baby licks and tiny touches. Marcus reached the bottom of the steps and stared down at her. She wondered how she looked, open to his gaze. Wondered if he wanted to push inside her and fuck her properly. Her body tensed at the thought. God, wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a really huge cock pounding away inside her instead of this endless foreplay? She studied his thick shaft as he paused in front of her.

Marcus moved a step closer until he stood over Harlan. “Turn her around. Put her on her hands and knees.”

With effortless strength, Sven turned her away from Marcus. She tensed as her breasts swung gently. One of the men pressed down on the small of her back making her butt arch.

“She is beautiful here too, my King.”
Bron’s
gentle finger slid past Douglass’ tight anus. “With some more stretching you will be able to fit easily inside her.”

Douglass tensed as she sensed Marcus circling her. From her low position she could only see his bare feet and the sweep of his magnificent cloak.

“Harlan, touch her clit and slide one finger inside her,” Marcus commanded. Obediently, Harlan lay full length on the ground beside Douglass and did as requested. His finger felt cool against the hot pulse that pounded in her sex. “Sven, find a way to touch her nipples.”

Sven knelt on her left side and reached for her breasts. Harlan continued to work her pussy.
Bron
stood behind her, his finger still embedded deep inside her back passage.

Douglass held her breath as Marcus crouched in front of her. She stared into the snarling animal mask as a peculiar sensual silence seemed to bind them together. With one hand, he swept the cloak back from his body. He was naked underneath apart from gold armbands on his upper arms. His huge thick cock rose straight as an arrow to his navel. Sweat gleamed on his muscular stomach.

“Suck my cock.”

Douglass licked her lips and tried to move forward. The three men who touched her body so intimately held her back. She put out her tongue and just managed to lick the wet tip. Marcus growled low in his throat, grasped his shaft at the base and guided the crown against Douglass’ mouth.

“Suck me.”

Distantly she heard the audience roar their approval as he tilted his hips and surged into her mouth. He was so huge that she had to remind herself not to gag as he slid deep into her throat, filling her completely. She started to suck, enjoying the rough and smooth textures of his flesh, the wetness pouring out of him, his growls of approval. The drumming grew louder, echoing the pounding of her heart and her erratic breathing.

She tried to rock her body into the rhythm of her mouth but her captors wouldn’t allow her to move. Her frustration mounted to burning point even as she soothed and pleasured Marcus’ demanding cock. She wanted to come so badly she would’ve screamed if her mouth hadn’t been full.

She moaned as Marcus fisted his hand in her hair and drew her head back, forcing her to release his cock. Still kneeling in front of her, he pumped his shaft with his fist. Her pussy clenched as she watched him work his cock. “Sit my consort up, Sven. I want her to have this.”

Sven knelt behind Douglass and sat her down on his knees, her legs wide and open on either side of him. The music grew to a crescendo as Marcus stared at her. His face contorted as he came in hard shuddering waves, his come splashed her breasts and belly, her pussy. He leaned into her, rubbed his seed into her skin. She tried to close her legs around his hand and force him to make her climax but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Take my seed. Give me children.”

What the hell did that mean
?

Marcus’ quietly spoken words seemed to signal the end of the ceremony. Dazed, Douglass allowed herself to be guided up the steps to the throne. Marcus took off his mask to reveal the strong features and golden eyes already branded on Douglass’ sensual memory. He reached out and flicked her nipple, bringing all her barely contained desires flooding to the surface. She stepped into his touch.

He smiled and moved away to sit on his throne. “It is time to eat. Sit with me.” He patted his knee. Douglass stared down at him. He expected her to sit naked on his knee while she was frustrated and eat?

He snaked out an arm, brought her against him and rearranged her sideways on his lap. He brought a goblet filled with something alcoholic and apple-flavored to her lips. “Drink and try and relax. In the old days I would’ve been expected to fuck you in public and show the witnesses the proof of your virginity.”

His deep voice definitely held a hint of a Scandinavian accent. She tried to relax a little, but his fast-recovering cock nudged her hip. “I’m not a virgin.”

He smiled, displaying the dimple hidden low on his right cheek. “I noticed. No virgin would enjoy being pleasured by four men. You seem to revel in it.”

Douglass struggled with reality for an unwelcome moment. Did he think she was promiscuous? “I’ve never behaved like this before in my life. I’ve never had sex with more than one man at a time before.”

“Why not?
Most women here are required to take at least three lovers.” He fed her a piece of soft yellow fruit, which tasted like mango and something
minty
. When the succulent juice spilled from her mouth, he caught it with his tongue and licked it up.

“This fruit is called a love apple. Some women slide it into their pussies and then let their lovers eat it from them. Perhaps we should try it.”

He stroked her nipple, drawing it tight between his finger and thumb. She shifted uneasily on his lap, trying to find a hard place to rub against. To distract him she asked another question. “Are there not many women on your planet? I don’t think I have seen any, or is it just that you prefer all your companions at the palace to be male?”

Marcus resettled her on his lap, away from his hipbone. “There are very few females born to our race. Our scientists do not understand why. Most women are kept hidden away by their
menfolk
because they are so precious. That’s why you don’t see them serving at my court. I wouldn’t be able to protect them from some of the more dangerous males.”

Douglass leaned back until her breast grazed the edge of his cloak. “Can they not protect themselves?”

Marcus frowned as if she’d insulted him. “We are quite capable of defending our
womanfolk
. Why should they have to fight?” He drank from his goblet. “Why do your males allow you to travel so far from home?”

“Because they don’t own us.
Our planet has plenty of women on it. I choose to work for a living. I enjoy my job.”

His smile widened. “You ‘work’?”

“What did you think I was doing in the outreaches of the galaxy? Having a vacation?”

He wiped his mouth and concentrated on her face. “I wondered if you had been set adrift as a punishment or were running away from someone.”

“Nope, I was doing my job. Haven’t you ever heard of the United Planetary Parcel Service?”

He shook his head. “We rarely see any spacecraft here, only the agricultural transports that come to pick up our grain and produce for market.”

Douglass swallowed hard. Was that why no one had come to find her? Her last scheduled delivery had been to the outermost planet in the UPPS system, a planet that had only been visited twice in the last ten years. Information was still sketchy about this whole area of space. She’d only taken on the assignment because of the huge financial bonus attached to its completion. Planet Valhalla certainly hadn’t registered on her ship’s guidance systems or charts. The king brushed a finger across her brow.

“Do not look so worried, my consort. We will continue to try and contact your people.”

Douglass studied his arrogant features. She wasn’t sure he believed her about her job. He seemed to find the idea of her choosing to work slightly amusing. Her mind wasn’t functioning well enough to embark on an argument about feminism. She needed to attend to other pressing matters first. Greatly daring, she picked up a piece of fruit, placed it between her lips and offered it to Marcus. Surely he’d kiss her now?

She sighed as his lips met hers and melded into his. He kissed her with a deliberate slowness, a conscious taking possession of her mouth. She pressed herself shamelessly against him, whimpering as his long fingers fondled her breast and tried to rock her pelvis into his side.

He drew back and studied her. “What is it you want, my consort?”

She squirmed closer to his taut, muscular frame. “I think you know.”

He gestured at the three men who sat at their feet eating their supper. “Do you wish one of your men to serve you?”

She laid her hand on his chest. “No.”

He raised an eyebrow. “They do not please you?”

Douglass dug her nails into his skin. He didn’t even flinch.

“They please me. They just don’t please me enough.”

He removed her hand from his chest, kissed it and gave it back to her. “Then what is it you want?” He held her gaze, his golden eyes steady.

Douglass decided she had nothing to lose. She’d already cavorted naked in front of a room of complete strangers. She’d allowed four men to sexually stimulate her at the same time. Why couldn’t she just be honest and say what she wanted? She drew in a deep breath.

“I want two minutes alone to take care of myself.”

His golden gaze narrowed and then he smiled. “Unfortunately, that’s not part of the ceremony.” He snapped his fingers. Sven looked up.

“Sven, my consort needs your services. Please make sure that she remains in a state of arousal but don’t let her come.” He maneuvered her around to sit with her back to his chest and pushed his knees wide, exposing her pussy.

“No…please.” Douglass moaned as Sven licked her clit.

Marcus cupped her breasts and she shuddered. “What is it, my consort?” His cock stirred against her back. She realized he wore a cock ring around the base. “Perhaps I should put you on your hands and knees again so that you can suck my shaft and Sven can play with your pussy.”

“No, please. I want you.”

Sven stopped licking her. Marcus leaned over her shoulder to stare into her face. “What did you say?”

“I want you.”

He looked politely confused. “I don’t understand.”

Douglass gritted her teeth. “I want you inside me.”

“Sven can put his fingers inside you.”

Douglass briefly closed her eyes. “I want your cock inside me.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’ve been dreaming of you touching me since the moment I saw you. I’ve been wondering what you would feel like naked against my skin, thrusting into me, coming inside me.”

His mouth descended over hers in a voracious kiss that left her shaking. He got to his feet and threw her over his shoulder. The guests roared their approval as he slapped her hard on the backside.

“Then I’ll take you to bed and fuck you.” His satisfied murmur reached her ears as she struggled to readjust to her sudden distorted view of the world.

He carried her out of the hall and up another set of narrow stone steps. She had a perfect view of his tight butt muscles as he climbed the stairs. She blinked as he stepped through a sliding panel into what she assumed was his bedroom. His huge bed was covered in silver-gray silk sheets and fur coverings. Candles covered the walls and a fire burned in the stone chimney.

Douglass clutched at Marcus’ muscled biceps as he swung her back onto her feet. He walked her toward the massive bed and lifted her onto the middle of it. She tensed as he followed her down, his body pinning her to the mattress.

He grinned and allowed his stiff wet cock to glide over her stomach. “What did you say you wanted?”

Beyond shame now and desperate to feel every one of the nine inches of his shaft, Douglass opened her legs. “I want you to fuck me.” She risked a kiss on his shoulder.
“Now.
Please.”

He reached up, gripped her wrists in one hand and drew them over her head. Her body arched like a bow, presenting her breasts to his mouth. His expression darkened as he studied her.

“You consent to our joining then?”

Douglass quivered as his teeth grazed her nipple. “Yes. Didn’t I just say so?”

He knelt over her and reached for something above her head. Cold metal fastened around her wrists, keeping her hands trapped above her. His cock grazed her cheek as he adjusted the
chain,
she turned her head and licked his wetness into her mouth.

“Thor, do that again.” He thrust harder, pushing the crown of his wide shaft between her teeth. She circled the sensitive slit and dipped her tongue in. One of his hands moved between her breasts and stroked her nipples.

God, she was so close to coming. Douglass had never had an orgasm from breast stimulation alone but, hell, she was going to now. As if he had read her thoughts, Marcus stopped touching her. She strained against the restraints as he removed his cock from her mouth and crouched back on his haunches between her legs.

He stared at her exposed pussy, flicked her swollen clit with his fingertip. “The first time I pleasured you, you were barely conscious, but you still flowered for me. You still dripped cream onto my fingers and into my mouth. Every time I touched you, I wanted more. I wanted you to wake up so that I could have you completely.”