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“No.” Her head lashed side to side. She yanked the cords, trying to escape her tormentor who was tearing down her determination to resist. She couldn’t give in, but passion was rising strong, refusing to be brought under control. “No.”
He was relentless, however, taking advantage of her vulnerability to drive her into the jaws of unrepentant lust. Her pussy clutched his fingers, seizing as wanton orgasm suddenly captured her.
She wailed and strained beneath the man teaching her the ways of submission against her will. He refused to let up, his wicked heathen tongue stroking, igniting her again.
He rose above her, mighty, undeniable, his fingers taking over for his mouth as he positioned to claim his prize. Irene saw him through a haze, climax still surging. She writhed in uncontrollable concession, but he easily found his targets.
He took her as was his right as her master, burying his demand in a single thrust. Irene cried out as the brutal claiming sent her over once more.
“Sweet slave. You give no defense from me.” His groin clapped to hers to punctuate her powerlessness. “Feel me in you. Fill you with my seed, make many heirs on you.”
“Please.” The convulsions eased enough to allow her to plead for mercy from the conqueror who’d stripped her of all resistance. “My lord, please, I can’t.”
“You are mine.” His purple gaze offered no pity. Her attempt to oppose him had been laughable. She’d never had hope of defying him.
Even the way he roughly squeezed her breasts, causing tiny darts of pain, added to the vicious ecstasy he forced on her. She sensed herself succumbing, becoming the servant to desires he believed himself entitled to.
“Submit, wife.” His raspy voice, devolving to a growl, burned in her skull. He rutted harder, an unrelenting erotic battering that had only one end.
She had no choice as the beginnings of orgasm licked her pussy. “I yield, my lord,” she managed between gasps.
“You belong to me forever. Say it.”
“I belong to you forever. I’m yours, my lord. Always.” The last word ended in a little scream as climax broke over her.
He rode her as she jerked helplessly beneath him. It was only when her cries began to ebb that he allowed the final evidence of his conquest. He groaned, tendons standing out, as passion’s warmth jetted from him into her.
Their moans mingled as they quieted. Irene let the decadent fantasy go and saw Sherv as himself as he gently kissed her breasts, his eyes hooded in relaxed gratification as he did so.
“I miss Irene singing, but you make different good noise. Better than opera.” Jemi knelt at the side of the bed, his chin propped on his fists as he watched them.
“Where’s my applause?” Irene sighed. She giggled breathlessly when he clapped enthusiastically. Sherv chuffed laughter and tossed a pillow at his clanmate.
“I’m a good Xerxes?” he asked as he sat up and began releasing her wrists from their bonds.
“I’d have murdered Valentina to play Esther for you,” Irene grinned. “Feel free to conquer me anytime.”
A shadow passed over his face, and she was reminded how unlikely it was they’d have a second opportunity to play ruler and concubine. Sadness stabbed her heart.
I should run away with them.
Temptation hung over her. She imagined remaining on their ship, making love and music all day and all night. For a golden moment, she saw herself singing on stages in small clubs on various moons and space stations, openly going to shows put on by alien species wherever they landed. Living truly free at long last.
Except she’d have to avoid places where Earthers might discover her, which would be the entirety of space claiming Galactic Council affiliation. And she’d never see her parents again.
The dream collapsed and disappeared. Irene swallowed regret and turned her attention to Rusp, who’d freed her ankles and sat naked and fiercely erect on the side of the bed.
His wild aura, fed by his mussed waist-length hair, thick beard, and a few scars scattered over the gorgeously muscled parts of him she could view, was subdued despite his obvious arousal. He gazed at her with shocking gentleness for such a feral creature.
“Three men many for first time. You could have stim tab and pain relief, but maybe you wish to stop.”
She sat up as Sherv moved aside. She scooted closer to the most feral of the trio, his animalistic veneer extra enticing for the danger it hinted at. She rubbed her cheek on his shoulder as she gazed at his eyes.
“I’ll take the pain relief since I’m a bit achy in a few places.” Deliciously achy, but she thought it wouldn’t be as pleasant if it were any worse. “As for the stim tab, I’m tired, but not sleepy. We can skip it. I want to know you, Rusp. When you leave, I refuse to have any regrets on missing out.”
His smile was as bittersweet as the regret already filling her chest. He held out his hand, a pain inhaler and dissolvable stimulant on his palm.
Irene blasted the inhaler down her throat. She didn’t often use them, because of their numbing properties. She had a fear of straining her voice if she couldn’t feel it, but the dose would wear off long before rehearsal the next day. For now, she bid goodbye to the agreeable aches she’d won from lovemaking.
