No Mercy - Book 2: Trek Mi Q'an Series Page 4

  “I was recaptured,” the blonde explained as she took his erect cock into her warm palms. “The Emperor owns me again,” she said with a grin, “but I am yours to use as you see fit whilst you remain in Sand City.”

  Cam picked her up and impaled her body on his shaft in one smooth motion. He groaned, her channel a tempting repast after not having indulged in it in nigh unto fourteen Yessat years. “I see your channel still drips for me,” he ground out as he carried her to the high bed.

  “Aye,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist and clinging to him as he fell onto the bed and began thrusting into her.

  A second bound servant removed her qi’ka skirt and joined them on the raised bed, her thighs splayed wide for the High Lord. Cam buried his face in her channel and lapped lustily at her wet flesh whilst his cock continued to impale Mara.

  Chapter 6

  It had been nearly two full moon-risings since Rem had explained the way of things to Giselle and still he could not coax his nee’ka from her rooms. His teeth gritting, he prowled towards their bedchamber aboard his gastrolight cruiser, five gorgeous bound servants and four lusty Kefas in tow.

  She refused to wear a qi’ka in front of Lord Death, that being her main reason for burrowing away. She refused to join Rem in the bathing chamber with the Kefas, claiming ‘twas appalling to think he owned slaves. She had refused him this and refused him that, refused even to learn how to pleasure him.

  Well no more. ‘Twas time to take his high-spirited nee’ka in hand and teach her once and for all who was lord and master here. The wee wench had best quit refusing direct orders, and, he thought with a snarl, she had best quit pinching those bedamned intoxicating lips of hers together as though he were a recalcitrant child.

  Spots or no spots, Rem would be beguiled by her beauty no more. She would need to join with him on the next moon-rising so he thought it prudent did she know his body more intimately before breaching her.

  And she would, he thought grimly, come out of her rooms and wear her qi’ka to the evening repast with Death this moon-rising. He wanted for his best friend to meet his beloved nee’ka. And, he arrogantly admitted, he was also of a mind to show off her spots, wanting Death to behold the glory of her migi-candy breasts. ‘Twas a king’s right to show off his spoils.

  Rem’s shaft grew painfully rigid as his thoughts turned to that of his spotted nee’ka. ‘Twas time to take his wee wench in hand and teach her the joys of seeing to his needs.

  * * * * *

  Giselle’s lips pinched together in disapproval as she fingered through the alleged clothing contained within the walk-in closet in her bedchamber. If this just didn’t beat all then she didn’t know what did, she thought grimly. The qi’kas sarong skirts were see-through and showed off her entire left leg clear up to her hip and the shirts were no more than transparent genie tops or sometimes strapless bikini tops that came together in a knot just below her cleavage.

  Bloody hell! Can my life get any more wretched!

  Disallowed the use of any other clothing, Giselle pulled the whisper-soft vesha hide around her body and padded back towards the raised bed. She plopped down onto the edge of it with a weary sigh, running her hands through her hair agitatedly.

  This had been, without a doubt, the most emotionally taxing two days of her existence. She had been kidnapped and wed to a seven and a half foot giant who claimed to be a king on some moon named Sypar. She had been forbidden any clothing save the transparent horrors from hell in the closet. She was married to a slaveholder who claimed all of his slaves were enchanted, having no thought processes as they had been formed of colored trelli sands from the borderlands of the planet Tryston—wherever in the hell that was.

  As if all of that were not overwhelming enough, she thought moodily, she could not even retain her modesty and shield her body from Rem’s exploratory hands and tongue. Each time she attempted to do as much the big baby commenced his damned growling, his eyes flicking back and forth to that frightening green. Worse yet, she couldn’t even be angry with the lecher about it because she knew his emotions were genuine and he truly felt as though he was slipping into the abyss of madness when she shied away from him.

  Giselle shook her head slightly and sighed, remembering all of the occasions during the past two days when she had been obliged by sheer fright and worry over the big ogre to pop a nipple into his mouth to calm him. It was the only course of action that seemed to soothe him enough to stop the growling.

  Bloody hell! I’m playing mum to a seven and a half foot tall giant with a freckle fetish!

  And now, on top of every other oddity she’d been forced to endure as of late, the freckle pervert wanted her to dine with his best friend tonight wearing nothing save one of those wretched qi’kas.

  Giselle snapped out of her musings as the door to the bedchamber slid open and her alleged husband came strolling in with a determined look in his glowing blue eyes. She swallowed roughly, wondering what that meant precisely.

  She wasn’t given any time to reflect on that worry for a second later a bevy of busty beauties strolled in behind him and began removing his clothing. Giselle’s heart plummeted at the sight of so many chesty women. She felt entirely inadequate when she considered the smallness of her own bosom. Her lips pinching together, she told herself she did not care. Let Rem have as many women as he wanted so long as he left her alone.

  She winced at the sound of their amorous giggling, five of the busty women completely topless and wearing only the transparent skirt of the qi’ka. They shed those moments later and rubbed their ample breasts up against Rem’s body, now as naked as the four glittering women she could only assume were Kefas because of their vibrant, shimmery coloring.

  Rem plucked at the nipples of his servants, his large fingers running through the golden pelt on the mons of one of them. Giselle’s back stiffened, jealousy consuming her despite her best attempts to thwart it. She should not care, she told herself bitterly. She did not want to care.

  Rem met her gaze and arrogantly cocked a golden eyebrow as if daring her to gainsay his right to do as he would. “You will learn how to pleasure my body this moon-rising nee’ka that you might be prepared for the joining on the morrow.”

  Giselle’s eyes narrowed at her husband. How dare he call her wife, nee’ka, while allowing so many female hands to fondle him.

  “Following the joining ‘tis your duty as my Queen and Sacred Mate to spend the whole of your days pleasing me in all that you do...”

  She harrumphed, her arms crossing over her breasts which were still concealed by the vesha hide.

  “...Your every thought will be of how to see to my comforts, your every action a display of your submissiveness to your King and his will.”

  Giselle’s nostrils flared wickedly as she regarded him through narrowed eyes. How dare he speak of himself in the third person! “I think you’ve enough submissive women around here to see to your needs as you put it. Why can’t you just leave me the bloody hell alone?” she wailed. “Why will you not just take me back to earth as I have begged you repeatedly?”

  Rem’s hearts sank, a small wounded sound emitting from the back of his throat. Giselle winced, knowing his emotions, her bridal necklace transmitting the feelings of pain and abject loneliness to her. She gritted her teeth, hating that she felt guilty, hating that she cared so much.

  “Because you are the only woman I shall ever love, my hearts.” His murmur was gentle, at complete odds with the determination emanating from him. “The only woman biologically capable of granting me happiness and hatching my heirs.”

  Hatching his heirs? Bloody hell!

  “And what of my happiness?” she inquired shrilly. “Do you think it makes me happy to see these naked women fondle you?” Her face colored slightly, having realized she had shown him her jealousy, more than she had wanted for him to know that she felt.

  Rem appeared startled. “I told you already that I would never know another channel once joi
ned with you.” He slashed a hand through the air and gritted his teeth. “You think to distract me from the mission at hand, but it will not work. We shall join on the morrow, nee’ka, so ‘tis best do you learn how to give me pleasure anon.”

  Giselle merely harrumphed again.

  He wagged a finger at her. “You mayhap think you are too fine of form for a warrior such as myself, and mayhap you have the right of it...”

  She could only gawk at him. He was a golden god.

  “...Nevertheless,” he sniffed, “I am your Sacred Mate.” His jaw clenched hotly as he repeatedly jabbed a finger in her direction. “I own each and every spot that graces your wee body. ‘Twill be a passing fair day do you accept and submit to my lust.”

  She shook her head and sighed. She truly didn’t understand what the fixation on her freckles was about. If he played connect-the-dots one more time on her cleavage she was liable to murder him.

  Giselle gasped as the vesha hide was telekinetically summoned from her body, giving her no time to worry over a reply. Her hands flying over her breasts to shield them from so many eyes, she screeched in surprise when his glowing blue gaze pried her hands away from her chest and forced them above her head. Her body was thrust back onto the pillows next, her legs splayed wide, displaying her labia to all and sundry.

  Rem grunted in arrogant warrior satisfaction. “My Kefas and bound servants will see to your pleasure whilst you watch and learn how to please me.” His hand slashed tersely through the air. “Spotted or no’, I am your King and master in all things.”

  Giselle’s eyes narrowed as she opened her mouth to curse him. He held up a hand and forestalled her screeching, telekinetically summoning her vocal cords to lock.

  Bloody hell! He was a dead man!

  Two bound servants and two Kefa slaves climbed up onto the raised bed. All four of the women sported breasts the size of watermelons, their areolas large and puffy, their nipples jutting out from the bases. The two bound servants were blonde-haired and possessed golden-brown skin tones. The two Kefas were glittery of color, one a glistening green and the other a shimmering violet.

  One of the bound servants, a beautiful blonde with breasts so large that they hung fully to her navel, worked her way behind Giselle and pillowed her with her gargantuan-sized chest. She felt the back of her head sink into the soft flesh, a nipple jutting out from behind at either side of her face.

  Giselle mentally moaned as the mouths of the Kefas found her nipples and began to suckle from them. The other busty bound servant lowered her face between Giselle’s legs and began to lap at her, her tongue running about the sleek folds of her labia.

  Her eyes glazed over in passion, Giselle watched Rem come up on the raised bed, lift the hips of the bound servant licking hungrily at her, and enter her flesh from behind in one long thrust. The bound servant groaned, vibrating Giselle’s clit, which thereby caused her breathing to hitch and grow labored.

  It felt good, embarrassingly good. So many tongues, so many hands. Lips plucking her nipples, a tongue flicking at her clit. She moaned aloud, absently realizing that her vocal cords had been released. She could scream. She could tell these women to stop. But she didn’t.

  “’Tis your sweet channel I shall be rutting in on the morrow,” Rem ground out as he impaled the blonde servant over and over, again and again. He met Giselle’s gaze as he continued his thrusting. “I’ve waited more Yessat years than you can imagine for your tight flesh, my hearts. Beginning on the morrow your lusty channel shall milk me of all that I have, bringing me to pleasure as much as my needs dictate.”

  She grew wetter at his words, the images he provoked shockingly heady.

  His thrusting picked up, faster and deeper. The bound servant groaned, vibrating Giselle’s clit and causing her to do a little groaning of her own.

  “’Tis lucky you are that I thwarted your plans to offer the channel that is mine by the Holy Law to the primitive.” His eyes flicked a warning green even as he impaled the servant, his teeth baring slightly. “I would have ripped his hearts out with my bare hands had you milked him of life-force as you will milk me.”

  Giselle’s head fell completely back upon the pillowing breasts. Her breathing was labored and sporadic, her nipples jutting up into the mouths of the Kefas. She heard Rem’s voice as if from a distance, her orgasm too close to remain lucid. So many tongues, so many hands...

  The bound servant pillowing her gently nudged Giselle’s head toward the left as the servant used her hand to work her stabbing nipple into the Queen’s mouth. Delirious with desire, drunk with pleasure, she accepted the elongated flesh between her lips and latched onto it, sucking from it like a lollipop. So many tongues, so many hands, such a gloriously tight nipple...

  “Oh god.” Giselle burst, her orgasm ripping through her insides as she groaned against the nipple she resumed suckling from. Her own nipples stabbed up into the suctioning mouths of the Kefas, inducing the enchanted slaves to mewl and suckle frenziedly. She was barely given time to come down from one orgasm when she felt another tremor of pleasure building. The blonde between her legs continued to lap at her clit even as she heard Rem’s shout of satisfaction when he emptied himself into the beautiful servant’s flesh.

  Never, not once in all of her thirty-six years, had Giselle imagined herself in such a situation. That thought was quickly discarded as pleasure coiled in her belly and formed a tense knot.

  Rem dismissed the blonde servant toying with her clit and, reclining on his elbow between her splayed thighs, used his thumb to rub the piece of flesh into submission himself. Giselle moaned, her eyes glazing over, as she met her husband’s gaze. “’Tis necessary to feel pleasure before being able to give it,” he murmured. Lowering his head between her legs, he sipped her clit into his mouth and suckled from it causing her hips to thrash up off of the bed. He continued to draw from her, his eyes closed in bliss, as two bound servants attended to him, one sucking up and down the length of his shaft, the other sucking in his scrotum.

  Rem groaned, his face surfacing from Giselle’s labia long enough to murmur another command. “Watch the way that the servants pleasure me, nee’ka, for ‘twill be your turn the soonest.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, more turned on than she’d ever hoped to be. She didn’t know how she would feel about everything when the arousal faded, but for now all she could do was bask in it.

  She did as she’d been bade, watching Rem’s cock disappear into the throat of an extremely talented bound servant. Giselle couldn’t imagine ever being able to take so many thick inches all the way in. But the servant didn’t seem to mind if the expression on her face was any indication. Her eyes were closed in rapture, her lips curved slightly upward in a smile.

  Giselle’s breathing grew labored as Rem continued to lick and suck on her clit. She watched through a haze of desire as the servants continued to draw from him, their sucking growing frenzied. He groaned, vibrating her clit. She burst, her hips thrashing about as she came violently for her husband.

  Panting heavily, her eyes widened as she watched Rem settle himself between her thighs. His breathing was harsh, his teeth were slightly bared, his eyes flicking back and forth to a glowing green as he grabbed her hips and prepared to thrust into her. He’d obviously experienced more stimulation than he could endure.

  Giselle caught her first unimpeded view of his total erection and began to panic. “Please don’t!” she cried out, knowing he was far too out of control to take her gently. “Please Rem...do not!”

  But he was crazed, maddened. The low growling commenced as the predator in him sensed that its mate was trying to shield her body from his dominion. His breathing grew labored and heavy, perspiration broke out all over his body as he fought the insanity within himself.

  Giselle began to cry in earnest, knowing his body would harm hers in his maddened condition, and knowing too that there wasn’t a bloody thing she could do to stop him from injuring her. “Oh please,” she sobbed, begging him
for mercy, “please don’t hurt me.”

  “Mine,” he growled, his erection poised at the entrance to her vagina, the swollen head seeking out her flesh. His eyes kept flashing back and forth from blue to green and she knew instinctively that he was trying his hardest to fend off whatever it was that was happening to him.

  The bound servants began to scream as they flew from the raised bed, making Giselle fully aware of the fact that whatever Rem was turning into was clearly not commonplace on this Sypar where they heralded from. Her fear of her husband turned to anger on behalf of him, genuinely upset that no one had even thought to call out for help as they had fled the room. Her anger gave her renewed strength, strength that she used to calm him.

  “Stop this now,” she said forcefully, meeting his gaze. Her eyebrows flew up regally. “If you love me as you claim to do then I’m confident you will not harm me.”

  His eyes continued flicking, his teeth were still bared, but he was beginning to calm down she knew. She didn’t understand how she knew the things she did, but she’d learned over the past couple of days to trust her judgment where this gigantic man was concerned.

  She unlatched her nipples from the Kefas’ mouths and made a shooing motion with her hand, happy to see it had the desired effect as they made their way from the raised bed and walked from the room. Running a soothing hand over her husband’s abnormally heated skin, she met his gaze, forcing herself not to react to his growling. “Calm yourself,” she said quietly. “I am not trying to shy away from you. I just don’t want you to hurt me.”

  His eyes were still flicking a bit, but they were increasingly staying blue as opposed to the ominous green. His teeth were unbaring and the growling was noticeably lessened.

  “It’s okay,” she murmured, maintaining eye contact. “I promise I will never leave you.” She felt a moment’s panic at the vow she’d just made, but deep inside she realized he’d never let her go anyway. She didn’t comprehend the feeling of connectedness she carried for him or the way she worried over him, but the feelings were there and she went with them. “Just calm down,” she said in a soothing whisper, her hand running over his vein-roped forearm.