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Anger flared inside of me that he would dare address my female without asking permission first. It was grounds to issue a challenge. I barely held back. Officially, Ravena was a distinguished guest at my table, not my concubine or my property. He, therefore, could speak to her like he would any other guest. However, he had to know it to be an implied rule, similar to those observed on Guldar.
Ravena leaned back against her chair, crossed her legs, and clasped her hands on her lap, an impertinent look on her face. “Ravena Vrok, not that it’s any of your business, Sen Tellin.”
More shocked gasps rose around the room that a female should address a male in such a fashion. Hartuk’s pale skin reddened in outrage. He opened his mouth, as if to snap at her—which would have given me leave to fuck him up—but stopped, his eyes widening as if in sudden realization as his gaze roamed over her black horns.
“Vrok?” he asked. “As in—”
“Yes. As in the daughter of Gruuk Vrok.”
“You are orphaned and unmated! Where’s your guardian?” he snarled.
I straightened in my chair, my muscles tensing as I prepared to challenge him. Ravena’s soft hand caressing my arm stopped me. I turned to face her, but her eyes remained locked on the white-haired Guldan.
“His ass is where it needs to be; back on Guldar where it belongs.”
“You are violating our laws!” he shouted, jumping to his feet. “This female must be returned to our home world,” Hartuk said, looking at me.
“This femaleis a free woman and under my protection. Guldan rules donotapply here. This is Braxia,” I snarled.
Despite their displeasure at Ravena’s lack of submission, Braxia patriotism prevailed as the men within the room all grunted or shouted their agreement with my statement.
Hartuk’s jaw worked as he pondered on an appropriate response. Then his lips stretched in a borderline malicious smirk.
“I didn’t mean to imply otherwise, Magnar,” Hartuk said, his tone obsequious. “But this female just inherited the greatest wealth on Guldar, with some of the most advanced technologies and scientific discoveries known to our people.”
Despite the shock of that revelation, I forced my features to remain neutral, while Ravena’s hardened.
“It strikes me as an odd coincidence that the first ever Guldan attack against you should occur the same day this female traveled on your ship,” Hartuk said, his tone growing in confidence. “Her guardian is duty-bound to bring her back home to be mated and to breed a suitable heir for that wealth. Could it be that in his effort to uphold his word to her sire, as honor demands, he has attacked your ship not realizing who she was traveling with? After all, they didn’t shoot the pods but carefully retrieved them.”
The wind changed as the Braxian males muttered their approval. Hartuk was proving to be a skilled ambassador, playing to our obsession with honor, and to the dominant and controlling nature of my people. They could relate to that line of thinking where females were nothing more than property and broodmares.
Ravena opened her mouth to answer, but my ship’s captain spoke first.
“A fair assumption,” Baldur said in a conciliatory tone, “except for the fact that the virus which sought to force us off the ship and into the escape pods had been planted well-before she was even invited to travel with us. So no, Ambassador,shewas not the target; the Magnar was.”
Hartuk pinched his lips and cast a glance towards Raylor who gave him a troubled look.
“So you see, Ambassador Tellin,” I said, with a smug expression, “unless you can bring us those behind that attack, you will not find me overly receptive to your alliance overtures.”
“Your peopleneedour technology to catch up with modern times,” Hartuk said forcefully.
“As you said,Ambassador, I’ve just inherited some of the most advanced technologies and scientific discoveries known to our people,” Ravena said with a taunting glint in her obsidian eyes.
Krygor’s deep chuckle echoed mine.
“Sit,” I said to Hartuk, “my people hunger.”
With a wave of my hand, I gestured for the servants to resume bringing food. His face constricted as if he’d bitten into something sour, but the Ambassador complied. However, it was his silent companion who gave me a sense of unease, his green eyes filled with a hard edge, weighing heavy on Ravena.
Once all the plates were served, three human females in skimpy leather outfits walked to the center area of the main table. The one in front wore a black bustier and thong set, knee high boots with sky-high, needle-heels, and a flogger hanging on her hips. She led the other two females by a leash in each hand. They wore similar outfits to their mistress, but theirs were blood red.
I glanced at Ravena, who observed the females with undisguised curiosity. Sensual music began playing through the hall’s sound system. The submissives stood still while their Mistress circled around them, her hands caressing their luscious bodies, lingering on their breasts, their asses, and slipping under their thongs to finger their pussies.
Ravena cut a piece from her rhomak steak, the red meat traditionally cooked medium-rare, and brought it to her lips, her eyes never wandering from the females. The Mistress directed her subs to kiss and grope each other while she executed a sexy dance around them, stripping some of her clothes, and theirs as well, in the process.
The Mistress suddenly pulled out her flogger and used it on her subs, hard enough to leave some nice red stripes on their backs and their behinds. Although the females hissed under the sting, they clearly enjoyed the careful abuse of their Domme. By the time they finished their show, all three were naked but for their boots. The scent of their arousal didn’t stir me like it used to. A single musk could now have my cock stiffen, and it belonged to the female sitting by my side. Seeing the small patch of trimmed, dark hair on the Mistress’ pussy reminded me of Ravena’s cleanly shaven one.
No, not shaven. Hairless.
