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  “Oh!” she gasped, turning to try and see what was happening to her. But by the time she’d turned her head, the thing was embedded where his thumb had been just moments before, held in place by the wide, curved shape at the end. She wriggled at the unfamiliar thing inside her body but Hawk put a hand on her back to keep her still. He stood up, no longer able to control himself, unhitched the belt at his hips, and let his pants fall to the floor.

  Daz’s mouth dropped open, her eyes widened, and she forgot completely about the thing that had just been pushed inside her. Hawk’s massive, throbbing column was just inches from her face and she looked up and down its length, unable to believe her eyes. Her gaze settled on the engorged head, dancing up and down as his need for her coursed through his body. He didn’t wait, or ask or tell her what she was to do. He simply put his hand at the back of her head, steadied the massive thing with another, and pushed himself past her lips.

  Though she’d just experienced a thundering climax, the taste of Hawk’s rock-hard flesh gliding along her tongue made Daz begin to moisten again. There was no time to think about what was happening. Her mind could only feel what was going on exactly in the moment. His flesh slid back and forth across her tongue, gliding closer to the back of her throat with each thrust. Liquid trickled from the end of him, coating her tongue in a bitter sweetness. Then he slid in again, deeper this time. Daz’s eyes burned as he stuffed himself into her mouth over and over and over again until she felt more liquid burst into her mouth. This time he groaned and she felt the pressure of his palm on the back of her head strengthen.

  The massive shaft plunged deep into her mouth, touching the back of her throat this time and for a second he held it there as Daz began to feel the burning in her lungs from lack of air. When he pulled it out she breathed deeply, readying herself for an even deeper penetration. He held himself there again. This time it was different. Though her lungs burned, this time she didn’t want him to leave. This time, she only wanted to serve him, the way he wanted. She was there for his pleasure.

  Another thrust. Another groan and finally as his fingers clenched in her hair Daz felt the gush of cum burst into her mouth as he drove himself into her again. This time she closed her eyes. His cock pulsed inside her mouth, the head of it buried deep in her throat, spewing thick gushes of his hot seed into her. She held him there, his sack at her chin, her eyes closed as she felt pulse after pulse inside her mouth. And when she thought she could take no more, her last instinct was to close her throat around the purple head of his member, squeezing each last drop of what she could from him until there was nothing left.

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  With a massive cry, Hawk pulled himself off his obedient pet. He looked down. The look in her eyes said only one thing. She wanted more of him. Thrusting himself back into her mouth, he pushed deeply until he felt his hilt against her chin and again he held himself there until she milked what he had left for her with her throat. When he pulled himself out again, he staggered backwards, dizzy from his orgasm.

  As the blur left his vision, he looked down at the face of his bride-to-be. There were no tears streaking her face, or any sign of worry on her expression. She simply raised her eyes to look at him. With a perfectly calm expression, she opened her mouth slowly and pushed out her tongue. A shudder of pleasure raced through Hawk’s body. He knew she was his.

  Chapter Eleven

  Zaer stood at the center of the room, her generous curves covered only by the thin wisp of the robe she was wearing. The material was parted in the center so that her breasts were showing out the front of it. The wide-eyed man on her bed breathed heavily, his cock already half erect.

  Zaer took another sip of her drink, then placed it on a table beside her before turning back toward her guest. Her lips curled slightly at one side as she looked up and down the man’s body. His firm muscles rippled as he strained against the shackles that bound him to the wall.

  “Do you have a name, male?” she asked, her voice cooing and low.

  The man’s eyes ran up and down her body, riding the lines of her curves before he looked back up at her to answer.

  “Dar Taal,” the man grunted, pushing himself up on his elbows.

  A smile crept across Zaer’s face. This one wouldn’t require much to give her pleasure.

  “Tell me, Dar, have you tasted a woman before?” Zaer asked, gliding slowly across the floor, the motion of her hips capturing Dar’s attention immediately. She stood beside the bed and let him crane his neck to stare at her for a while before asking again. “Answer the question,” she snapped, suddenly stern.

  The man grunted as his lip curled upwards but he shook his head in response. Zaer’s expression softened again.

  “Well, then I’ll have to teach you a thing or two.”

  Zaer got up onto the bed and crawled across toward him until her pussy was close to his face. The man sniffed at the air like an animal as he caught her scent. She looked down to see his cock jump as he did. That was a good sign. Zaer moved even closer as the man struggled to bring his face closer to her. In one swift motion, she swung a leg over one side of his head as if she were mounting an animal, then quickly sank down onto his chest, immobilizing him.

  The large man bucked under her weight, but his mouth opened as she slid forward along his chest, leaving a slick trail of her moisture on the hair that grew there.

  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. He
r 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.�
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  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.