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  “According to the holo-reading,” Rem said to Giselle, “we have landed within the fifth dimension on a planet removed from any galactic dominion.”

  Her eyes shot up to meet his. “We are not in a galaxy?” she whispered in confusion. Her eyes flicked about and she swallowed roughly as she watched a bluish saliva drip from the fangs of a creature whose crimson eyes tracked her every move.

  “Nay, we are not within a galaxy. ‘Tis difficult to explain, my hearts, but we have landed within a void, a black hole of sorts.”

  “A black hole,” she repeated in low tones, awed in spite of the predator sizing her up. One of the leading scientific theories back on earth, she remembered, was that life could not survive within a black hole. It was presumed that the sheer density of the atmosphere within it would cause immediate death by implosion. Apparently they had been wrong on that score. These transparent creatures were very real, and she and their entourage were still very much alive...for now.

  “What do you mean by the latter part of your explanation?” Giselle asked, her nose wrinkling. “You said a black hole of sorts. What do you mean by of sorts?”

  Rem chuckled, thinking his ever-curious nee’ka chose the oddest times to question him. “This planet exists within a wormhole which in turn is hosted within a black hole. So you see, my hearts, ‘tis not a black hole in and of itself, but ‘tis the wormhole within it that this planet dwells in.”

  Ever the straight-A student, Giselle nodded her understanding. The excitement she emitted was a tangible thing. “So it’s true that wormholes exist,” she murmured, her green eyes the shape of full moons. She reflected back upon that scientific theory as well, remembering wormholes to be shortcuts in outer space that many back on earth believed would allow for journeys at speeds faster than light from one galaxy or dimension to the next. “That’s incredible.”

  Rem shrugged, having known as much all of his Yessat years and therefore finding nothing remarkable about it.

  Bryony and Tess began to whine at Giselle’s heels, inducing her to release her husband’s hand and pick them up. They were shivering, she noted, and when her gaze met that of a salivating predator’s she realized why. The translucent creature might be wizened enough to leave alone the warriors, and her and Yoli because they were being protected by them, but it would think nothing of snuffing out the lives of her tiny poodles.

  “There’s a holo-port a moon-rising’s journey from here,” Death grumbled as he strode back toward the group. “’Twill not take us far, I fear, but ‘twill at least take us a planet over where the predators hold no dominion.”

  Rem nodded, realizing that if semi-humanoid life existed the next planet over they were likely to have a holo-port that could transport them back into the seventh dimension. If not they would hopefully at least have a gastrolight cruiser up on the auctioning block.

  “Which way do we set out?” Rem asked calmly, his eyes flicking a warning green at the predator who dared drool over his nee’ka. He grunted with satisfaction when the creature backed off, clearly recognizing the potential for innate violence within the King of Sypar.

  “West,” Death rumbled out, waving a hand in said direction, “toward the smallest of the suns.” He drew Yoli into his side, a large hand running over her breasts then settling to tweak at her nipples.

  Rem’s eyes flicked dispassionately over Yoli’s fertile form, growing heated only when his gaze settled upon his nee’ka. He told himself ‘twas no time for his lust, that he could taste of her charms later whilst they were bedded down for the eve. He glanced back to Death. “I have not a care for the way in which that bizarre red fog rises up from the ground here.”

  “Aye,” Death seconded, “the red mist serves to shield whatever creatures might lurk beneath it.”

  Giselle sucked in her breath at his words, unconsciously burrowing into Rem’s arms as she did so. Her gaze flicked down to the ground in question as she realized for the first time that not only was she unable to see for the red fog at her feet, but the ground was shifty, as if made of a gel-like substance.

  She bit her lip, wondering at the bizarre world she was in. As far as the eye could see there was nothing to look at but billowing black smoke descending from the heavens and red mist rising up as if paying homage to it. Beyond that there was nothing but a dense atmosphere that was quite dark as a result of the black smoke, and transparent predators with hideous fangs. She looked as far to the west as was possible, concluding that their journey would be a long one for she wasn’t able to make out any structures within a close proximity.

  Deep in thought, Rem was frowning as he glanced back at his warrior entourage. “You two keep your weapons readied at all times for we know not what we are up against.” At their nods he turned to the third warrior. “And I want you to see to my nee’ka’s wee pets.”

  Giselle didn’t like releasing Bryony and Tess to the giant, but knew she didn’t have a choice. She relented with a soft sigh. They’d be safer with an armed warrior any way.

  Rem turned next to face Death. “We’ve some leathers we can strap the wenches to—”

  Giselle’s eyebrows rose.

  “—that they might not be forced to walk upon this shifty ground.”

  She sighed a breath of relief.

  Death nodded and within minutes the two warlords had fashioned together harnesses that would secure the women against their chests. Giselle let out a surprised little yelp as she was plucked from the ground and put inside of a grouping of leather-like straps that had been tied together in an unforgiving knot around Rem’s back.

  It occurred to her as her body snuggled into the comforting strength of her Sacred Mate’s chest that she should probably take offense at being slung inside of a papoose much like an infant being carted around at the fair by its father. But, quite frankly, she was too happy to be off of the gel-like ground to give such a thought more than a passing nod.

  Yoli was the next one to be taken up, though she was being secured to Death instead of Rem. Giselle’s face colored slightly as she watched the eight-foot giant pop a nipple into his mouth as he harnessed her, his lusty intentions only further encouraged by a purring Yoli. She arched her back and thrust her breasts upward, her eyes closed in bliss as Death suckled from her watermelon-sized bosom.

  “Let us begin our trek,” Rem said, thinking nothing of the show the bound servant and his best friend were putting on for all and sundry.

  “Aye,” Death grumbled from around a hard nipple, “I’m right beside you.”

  Giselle’s eyes remained trained on Death and Yoli for the next half-hour of their journey, moisture growing rampant between her legs as she did so. Never in all of her sheltered life had she so much as watched a porn film, let alone played witness to one being carried out in the flesh. She could surmise that Death was bringing the bound servant to orgasm by doing no more than kissing her breasts.

  “Remove my cock from my leathers,” Death ordered her in low tones. “Then wrap your legs about me.”

  Yoli semi-complied, freeing his erection and stroking it wantonly.

  Death groaned, needing more. “I said to wrap your legs about me. You have been given to me by King Rem...”—Giselle’s eyes widened in shock—“so ‘tis I you now call master.”

  Yoli needed no further prodding. Closing her eyes in anticipation, she wrapped her legs around the giant’s hips and sank down onto his proportionately huge cock with a moan. Giselle felt tremors set off in her own belly as she watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the graphic scene should she want to.

  Yoli groaned loudly with each of Death’s footfalls, his every step serving to naturally impale her over and over again. Her head fell back as she arched her back and ran her hands over her breasts, tweaking and pulling at the nipples to enhance her desire.

  Death groaned as the bound servant’s flesh milked him, her orgasms causing her vagina to contract around his rod. For another ten minutes—and on Yoli’s part ten orgasms—the erotic s
cene continued until finally Death grabbed her hips and, slamming into her flesh three more times, spurted himself inside of her with a bellow.

  Giselle was so turned on watching them that she offered Rem no resistance when he clutched her hips and began rubbing her clit up and down the length of his erection through the black leather-like pants he wore.

  “I’ve tried to resist touching you until we are attended to by the Chief Priestess following the consummation feast,” he murmured. “Yet I cannot stop my arousal whilst near you, my hearts.”

  Giselle’s eyes closed on a breathy sigh as the friction at her clit grew in its intensity. She was going to cum. She knew it and for once she didn’t care that it was going to happen amongst a group of strangers.

  “I need to impale you the soonest,” he said hoarsely, working her clit against him in brisk motions that drove her toward orgasm. “I need your tight flesh wrapped about me, milking me for all that I have.”

  “Oh god.”

  Giselle came on a loud groan, her nipples jutting up against the see-through fabric of the purplish qi’ka top she wore. Rem bent his neck to suckle at one, a low growl resonating in the back of his throat when he realized the strapless bikini-top was impeding him from what he needed.

  Instinctively, without so much as a pause, Giselle reached up and unknotted the top, freeing her nipples to his awaiting mouth. She sucked in her breath as he took one in and drew from it, her strawberry-blonde hair cascading down as she bared her neck to him.

  Giselle gloried in the feel of his mouth latched about her, knowing in her heart that she no longer carried a reticence toward his attention. She was ready to make love with him, and if she was honest with herself, she needed him inside of her as badly as he needed to be there.

  Rem suckled from her nipples until he felt calmed, stopping only when he felt able to do so. He continued to play with her body all throughout the next three hours of their journey, repeatedly bringing her to orgasm until she was naught but trembling flesh in his hands. He tweaked at her nipples, ran his fingers reverently over her spots, played with her clit until she reached her woman’s joy, over and over again.

  By the time the planet was swamped in total darkness and his warriors had located a secured cave-like structure for sleeping, Rem was worked up into a state of need the likes of which he’d never before entertained. There would be no consummation feast, he realized, for he would be joining with his nee’ka’s wee body this very moon-rising.

  “Oh god Rem.”

  Rem continued to bring Giselle to her woman’s joy as he impatiently waited for his warriors to erect an impenetrable leather-like tent for him and his bride inside of the makeshift shelter. Death glanced at him worriedly, conveying his fear that Rem might do his wee wife a harm. Rem subtly shook his head, saying without words that he knew what he was about.

  Indeed, Rem thought, as they took to the tent and he lowered Giselle to the ground, he needed not the ministrations of the Chief Priestess as aide, for the bedeviling nipples on his nee’ka were far more calming. “’Tis time, my love,” he murmured, his eyes feasting on her body as he summoned off her clothing. His soulful gaze swept over her, branding her forevermore as his own. For hundreds of years he had waited upon this one tiny woman, his life an empty abyss without her. He could wait no longer to join them together, not even a day.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered back, reaching out for him, wanting his body to cover hers. She gazed up at him expectantly, more thankful than she could say that this handsome giant had thwarted her plans to bed the horrid Anthony. Her virginity would not be claimed by a pasta-inhaling wimp, she thought with an inward smile, but by a man perfect of face and form. What’s more, he was the man she was in love with. She wasn’t quite ready to admit aloud such a heady emotion, but she recognized it for what it was.

  Rem groaned as he came down on top of her, kissing her breasts as he settled himself between her thighs. His tongue traced over the spots he so much adored as he poised the swollen head, already wet with pre-ejaculate, at the opening of her channel. Not wanting to give her time to experience a virgin’s doubts, or to give the predator within him time to come out, he impaled her with one long thrust, ripping through her hymen as she screamed.

  ‘Twas done. He was fully embedded. Once he climaxed within her they would be fully mated.

  “Shh, my hearts,” he whispered thickly as he began to gently move within her. He gritted his teeth at the exquisite tightness, the milking flesh that had been made by the goddess to service him and only him so pleasurous it was painful.

  Giselle forcefully calmed herself, knowing his intentions had been pure. She could feel his emotions, knew he had meant only to get the hardest part over and done with, much the way a parent might rip a band-aid from a child’s wound rather than take it off in torturously slow tears.

  As her pain began to lessen, the pleasure began to build. Running her hands over his sweat-slicked back muscles, she soothed him with her touch in a way only she was capable of doing. She could feel the intensity within him, understood through his emotions the super-human control he was exerting in order to keep from rutting on her like a crazed animal. He needed her with a ferocity she would never be able to fully comprehend, his hundreds of years long nightmare at last drawing to an end.

  “Oh nee’ka,” Rem said hoarsely as he moved in and out of her wet flesh in long, deep strokes, “’tis sweet bliss, your channel.”

  Giselle’s eyes glazed over at his words. She reached up and ran a soothing hand over his clenched jaw. “Am I doing it right?” she asked seriously. She closed her eyes briefly as his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot.

  “Aye,” he ground out, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “’Tis naught in the whole of existence that could feel better.”

  Her head fell back on the vesha hides as Rem continued to mount her. She sensed that his control was a tenuous thing, becoming more and more threadbare as they continued to couple. His emotions were screaming with the need to climax, the primal part of him wanting to dominate and lay claim for all times. She decided then and there to give him what he wanted—what he needed. She arched her hips and surged upwards.

  Rem groaned as beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. “Do not,” he bit out, “go faster. ‘Tis all I can endure to keep from rutting in you as it is.” His voice was harsh, wanting her to realize the all-consuming level of his lust, needing her to understand that the sweet torture was already nigh unto killing him.

  But Giselle paid his words no heed as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Then rut in me,” she said thickly, her hips rearing up in a gesture that was as submissive as it was brazen. “I want everything.”

  ‘Twas all the coaxing Rem needed. With a loud groan he buried himself to the hilt, impaling the flesh he now owned by the Holy Law over and over again in deep, rapid thrusts.

  “Oh my god.” Giselle moaned like a wanton as he pounded deep within her, for once neither of them afraid of his dominating side. They basked in it, reveled in it, as he allowed himself a free reign on the wee body he’d coveted for a lifetime.

  “’Tis mine,” he ground out, his nostrils flaring as he impaled her over and over, again and again. The sound of her flesh enveloping him was an added aphrodisiac. “I command you to tell me now that this channel belongs to me.”

  Giselle could only moan as his thrusts grew more rapid, more penetrating.

  “Tell me.”

  “Yes,” she groaned, realizing the importance of the words to his state of mind, “I belong to you.”

  He grunted arrogantly, thrusting deeply again and again. He rotated his hips and plowed into the most sensitive spot of her channel. “Prove it. Milk me.”

  Giselle screamed out in pleasure as a violent orgasm ripped through her belly. Her vagina contracted rapidly around his shaft, milking him as he’d demanded.

  Rem bellowed his orgasm throughout the cavern, the overpowering pleasure more than he’d ever imagined to o
ne day feel as he spurted himself inside of her flesh.

  Giselle’s eyes widened as her bridal necklace began to rapidly pulsate and a near-maddening euphoria overwhelmed her body. She and Rem shouted out together, both of their bodies convulsing in the most painful pleasure imaginable as a series of relentless orgasms tore through both of them.

  It was long minutes before they were calmed down from their love-making, longer minutes before their breathing returned to normal.

  Giselle fell asleep with a smile on her face, the feel of a warm tongue curling about her nipple striking her as the most natural feeling in the world.

  Chapter 10

  The following morning in the realm of Q’i Liko Aki Jiq—

  She Who Is Borne of the Goddess...

  After having lived out eighteen Yessat years of life on Tryston, the Empress Kyra no longer thought anything of situations that would have made her balk when she’d been a new arrival to the planet. Running her tongue about the slick labial folds of the Chief Priestess, her breathing grew labored with arousal when Ari came on a groan, her climax causing her puffy pink nipples to jut upwards. Kyra’s face surfaced to lap at them, drawing them into her mouth to sip from them for long minutes.

  And then it was Kyra’s turn to feel pleasure as Ari nudged her gently down onto her back and buried her perfect face in the Empress’ engorged breasts. She sucked on her nipples until Kyra was ripe for the plucking, only then going lower to feast on her channel.

  Kyra convulsed on a groan, causing Ari to smile. The Chief Priestess ran her nose and lips through the silky pelt of fire-berry hair covering the Empress’ mons, understanding why the Emperor was so bedeviled by it. ‘Twas soft to the touch and of exquisite coloring.

  Drawing herself up to recline next to Kyra on her elbow, Ari ran her hand over her friend’s breasts as she regarded her. “What brings you here today?” Her grin was as impish as it had been the day the two women had first met. “Leastways ‘tis not just the lure of my tongue for a certainty.”