Seized: Trek Mi Q'an Book 1.5 Page 8

  Dak cradled her face, worry evident in his eyes and voice. He ran a hand through her micro-braids. “Pani, you are well? I have not split you asunder with my wicked beastie of a cock?”

  From any other man that would have been a laughable question. From Dak, it was an appropriate one. “I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You,” she bit out in a weak monotone, eyes still crossed.

  He frowned.

  Ari snorted. “Excellent work, Your Majesty. I would that I could witness more royal joinings go so smoothly as this one.”

  He grunted.

  “Mayhap when you are done filling her womb with life-force we can take turns hitting her about the head with bottles of matpow.”

  His jaw clenched. “’Tis done, your part. I am all the way in. None can make a claim that I did not take her. Now be gone.”

  “Fine.” Ari stood up, her lips pinched into a frown. “Summon me later if you mayhap wish to pin her to the wall that we might take turns blindfolding each other and throwing knives at her wee body as she spins about in a circular fashion. Mayhap after that we can—”

  “I said be gone,” Dak gritted out. “Shoo! Shoo!”

  Ari raised an eyebrow. “Had I not aided your mani in the birthing of you, ‘twould be a zizi-bub I zapped you into just now.” She waved a dismissive hand even as her form began to shimmer and dissolve. “May the goddess be with you, my queen.” When nothing of the Chief Priestess was left visible except for her face, she halted the process of dissolving long enough to smile gamine-like at Dak. “And may the goddess be with you, my king, when the queen is released from her trance and she is able to move about.” Her eyebrows rose. “And get her hands on you.”

  Dak frowned at her dissolving image. The sound of fading, trill laughter perfumed the air. “Geris would not dare strike me,” he muttered. “’Tis blasphemous to suggest as much—ouch!” Dak gritted his teeth as he grabbed at the eye that might end up going black and blue. “How did you exit from your trance?” he growled. “And why did you hit me thusly? My bedamned eye is sore!”

  “Now you know how I feel!” Geris seethed. “And Ari released me from it!”

  “Ger-is!”

  “Oh shut-up!”

  Joined together in the most intimate possible way, Dak’s cock buried deep inside Geris’s body, they bickered back and forth for another five minutes. By the time they’d finished, the absurdity of the situation at last got to both of them. They began laughing.

  He smiled. “’Tis sorry I am, nee’ka. Leastways, I needed to be inside of you.”

  She smiled back. “And I’m sorry I hit you.” She frowned. “But don’t ever pull any junk like that again.”

  “’Tis a vow I will not.”

  “Good,” she murmured. Her eyelids grew heavy. “By the way, I think I’ve adjusted to the size of you, you know.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Hmm.” Coming down on top of her, he put his elbows at either side of her head. “And what would you like me to do about that?” he asked thickly.

  She palmed his steely buttocks and squeezed. “I think you already know,” she whispered.

  Dak’s eyes glazed over as he raised his hips, slightly withdrew his cock, and slowly pushed it back inside of her wet pussy. She hissed, the encouraging sound making his teeth grit and his balls tighten.

  He began to slowly rock in and out of her. “Your channel feels so good,” he said, his voice hoarse. In and out. Back and forth. Nice and slow… “So bewitching.”

  Geris moaned, her head falling back against the pillows as he palmed her breasts. She shivered when his thumbs and index fingers found her dark, sensitive nipples and began massaging them from root to tip. “Oh god.”

  His cock filled her all up, made her damn near come with every stroke, yet left her wanting more of it…and of him. “Harder,” she gasped as she reared up and clamped her legs around his hips. “More.”

  “I’ll give you more,” he ground out as he picked up the pace. His nostrils flared at the sound of her low moans. “I love fucking my pussy.”

  “Dak...”

  “My pussy,” he said over and over again as he rode her faster, pumping in and out of her cunt in possessive strokes. His jaw was clenched, the veins in his massive arms bulging, as he plunged in and out of her. He rotated his hips, grinding their crotches together, making her moan with pleasure as he filled her all up. “All mine,” he said thickly.

  “Shit.”

  He fucked her harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing throughout the bedchamber. His muscles tensed as he rode her, violently pumping away inside of her. He continued to knead her breasts, plumping up the already stiff nipples. His eyes closed as he moaned low in his throat, the expression on his face reminiscent of a virginal boy who’d gotten to fuck his first pussy.

  “Oh my god—Dak. I’m coming!” Geris groaned as she prepared to climax, pleasure knotting in her belly. She instinctively raised her hips, wanting as much friction against her cunt as possible. “Oh god.”

  She came long and loud, her nipples stabbing up to hit his palms. His teeth gritted, the exquisite feel of her pussy trying to milk his cock almost his undoing. He had wanted the first time to last all night. He would be lucky to make it last ten minutes.

  “As am I, nee’ka,” he panted, plunging in and out of her cunt in hard, branding strokes. His nostrils flared as he grew closer toward the inevitable climax he was trying to stave off, but he couldn’t open his eyes to save his life. He squeezed them shut tighter instead, animalistically mating her on the raised bed. Her pussy felt tight, warm, and inviting. And all his.

  He fucked her impossibly harder, growling low in his throat, his eyes at last opening. He rotated his hips and slammed her harder, sinking into her cunt in lightning quick motions.

  Geris screamed, instantaneously coming from the hard, deep pounding. Dak’s teeth gritted as her pussy walls contracted again, and this time he knew he was a goner.

  He pumped her harder. Once. Twice. Three times more…

  “Geris!” He bellowed out her name as he climaxed, hot seed spurting deep into her womb. He growled as his balls tried to empty, flesh slapping flesh, his cock still violently rooting away inside of her cunt, not willing to stop fucking her.

  The bridal necklace began to pulse, inducing Geris’s eyes to widen. “What the—oooooohhhhh!”

  Geris moaned and groaned, her head falling back into the pillows again, as a series of the most intense, numbing orgasms ripped through her belly like a tidal wave.

  “Oh my god!” she screamed. “Oh my god!”

  Dak growled into her ear as he frenziedly fucked her, her climaxes making his teeth grit. He groaned out her name as he came again, his entire body shuddering and convulsing atop hers.

  Their breathing harsh, sweat soaking their bodies, they held onto each other as they slowly came down from the mutual climactic high. Later—much later—when their breathing had somewhat slowed, Dak moved off of her body and to the vesha hides beside her. He drew her into his side, holding her closely and tenderly.

  He chuckled as he took in her expression. “Mayhap you will no longer think to bedevil me, wily wench.” When she didn’t say anything, simply laid there with her eyes once again crossed, his smile spread. “Let us ask your Dot has she ever beheld such a superior man-part as this one.”

  “Nyooo nyooomph.”

  Dak chuckled at the nonsensical sound. Then he cuddled his wife closer and fell asleep, leaving Geris to stare at the ceiling, her mouth agape and her mind gone to mush.

  She smiled slowly, her eyes still crossed like a lunatic’s.

  Once you go Dak you never go back. Uh-uh. No way.

  Sweeeeeet Jesus!

  Chapter 11

  Meanwhile, on the green moon Ti Q’won…

  Jek strolled into the bedchamber, his pace brisk. The giant, Yar’at, was lying on the raised bed, still unconscious. Three naked priestesses were attending to him, softly chanting whilst they rubbed liquidated healing sand
all over his back, buttocks, and thighs.

  The high lord came to a standstill at the foot of the bed. He didn’t interrupt the goings-on, merely watched. Two bound servants quietly escorted him to a nearby vesha bench to offer him a distraction whilst he waited. He pulled down his leathers and took a seat. The buxom blondes immediately fell to their knees, one of them suckling his rigid shaft and the other one suckling his man sac. Jek leaned back on the bench with a sigh, his fingers idly sifting through either blonde’s head whilst they sucked on him.

  Fifteen minutes later, Yar’at was turned over and the process was repeated to his front. The priestesses continued their lulling chant, liquid healing sand rubbed into his chest, over his legs, and up and down the length of his erect cock and tight man sac. They repeatedly masturbated him as he laid there, the giant softly groaning as he flickered in and out of consciousness.

  It was another hour before the priestesses finished. When finally they did, Yar’at had been depleted of life-force twelve times, Jek but three. The giant’s coloring was less pale, more normal. His breathing, though asleep, was relaxed and even.

  The leader amongst the priestesses walked to where Jek sat, stood before him, and inclined her head. She was tall, brunette, and busty. Her nipples were a startling, pleasing rouge contrasted against honey-colored skin. “Milord.”

  “Milady.”

  The bound servants scurried away, not wanting to interrupt. Jek was about to put his cock away when the priestess made a motion with her hand not to. He raised an eyebrow. She smiled softly, then slowly straddled the bench and his lap.

  “I thought we could both use this,” she breathed out.

  Jek’s gaze grew heavy-lidded as she lowered the opening of her wet pussy onto the head of his thick cock. “How is he?”

  “Much better.” The priestess closed her eyes, impaling herself on his jutting erection with a gasp. He gritted his teeth. She opened her eyes. “Sleeping, but well. ‘Twill be mayhap another fortnight or more before he’s completely healed.”

  “But he will heal?” He palmed her buttocks, kneading them as she slowly rode up and down the length of his manhood. “I must return to Sand City with all speed. I should like some assurances before I take my leave yet again.”

  “Aye. For a certainty he shall heal.”

  Jek nodded, appeased. He sucked in his breath as the priestess’ riding picked up in pace. “You will heal Yar’at with your tight channel, aye?”

  “Aye,” she breathed out, riding faster. Her head fell back, lulling against her neck. “We shall give him as much pussy as he can handle and then some.”

  Jek pulled her in closer and smashed his face into her large breasts. He closed his eyes, sucking on her nipples whilst she rode him.

  They fucked for over an hour, both in her cunt and in her arse. By the time they pulled away from each other, spent and replete, Jek had to leave for Sand City. He checked one last time on Yar’at, murmured to the giant that he would return the soonest, and took his leave.

  Chapter 12

  For seven days and seven nights he fucked her. Over and over. Again and again. He made her scream, moan, beg, convulse…

  Geris took him in every hole, accepted him in every imaginable (and unimaginable) position. She sucked him off so many times she lost count. And yet his desire to be inside of her never lessened. It only seemed to intensify.

  “Dak,” she groaned. “I can’t take any more.” On her back, Geris glanced down to where their bodies were joined, to where his lightly tanned cock was repeatedly sinking into her pussy over and over again. The contrast in skin tones was arousing. And beautiful. Almost like a choreographed ballet where the director tries to heighten the impact of the piece by contrasting different gyrations and colors before the viewing audience.

  “It feels so good,” he murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded. He gritted his teeth as he watched his cock plunge into her cunt. “I never wish to cease this.”

  She half moaned and half laughed. “If we don’t, I’ll die. I need something to drink.” Her lips pinched into a frown. “And no more of that matpow junk either. I prefer the juice.”

  Dak sighed like a martyr, but relented a few strokes later. “Your pleasure is mine, nee’ka.” He bent his neck and kissed her sweetly on the tip of the nose.

  Raising his head, he stared down at her for a long moment. Geris searched his eyes, knowing he was wanting to tell her that he loved her. She hoped he would because she still hadn’t said the words back to him and wanted the perfect excuse to tell him how she felt. She didn’t know why she couldn’t bring herself to say them without prompting—she supposed she was still feeling a bit vulnerable and cowardly where these new emotions she was experiencing were concerned.

  Dak cleared his throat and glanced away. Geris took a deep breath, hoping she didn’t look as disappointed as she felt. Just say it to him, Geris. Say the words!

  “I suppose ‘tis best do we call for food and drink, my hearts.”

  He rolled off of her and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her. Her gaze drank in the sight of his powerful back and the beginnings of his muscled buttocks. Unable to resist, she reached over and lightly tongued the two dimples denting the top of either cheek.

  Dak chuckled. “’Tis not the actions of a wench undesirous of a good rut.”

  She grinned as she raised her head. “Can’t help it. You have got what we call on earth a ‘killer bod’.”

  He turned his head and smiled, that gorgeous dimple popping out. “Aye?”

  Her smile faded as she stared at the beauty of his face. She swallowed around the lump of emotion in her throat. “Aye,” she whispered.

  Dak raised an eyebrow. “Nee’ka? Is aught amiss? You look—”

  “I love you.” She took a deep breath and blew it out when she saw his eyes widen. “Very much,” she murmured.

  “Ah nee’ka…!” Dak was so excited about the revelation that he forgot himself. Without thinking, he used his powers to snatch her bodily up from the bed and whisk her into his arms.

  “Eeeek!” Geris screeched as she took off, made a quick veer to the left, then tumbled into his embrace. She slapped him soundly on the chest. “Dak!” But his smile was so wide she couldn’t help but to chuckle.

  “I love you too,” he said happily, hugging her so tightly she could scarcely breathe.

  “Good,” she rasped out, her eyes bulging.

  “Oh. Sorry, my hearts.” Dak released his hold on her a bit, enough to permit her to breathe normally again. “It feels like forever that I waited to hear you say those words.”

  Geris grinned from over his shoulder. “Just don’t expect me to go shouting it from the mountaintops yet. I’m new at this in-love business.”

  Dak chuckled. “As am I.”

  They hugged for a few quiet minutes, both of them enjoying the newfound intimacy that could rival the pulsing of any bridal necklace. Eventually, however, Dak begrudgingly released her, set her on the crystal floor, and stood up. “I will call for food and drink anon,” he sighed. “Leastways, you should probably go visit with Kyra for a time because we must venture on to our holding in two moon-risings.”

  Geris’s eyes widened. “The green moon?”

  “Aye. Ti Q’won.”

  She absently nodded. “Will I see Kyra again soon?” she whispered.

  Dak stilled. He turned to face her. “Aye. Of course. You think me an ogre?”

  She teasingly harrumphed. “Well, only sometimes.”

  He winked. “Get you into a pretty qi’ka and enjoy your time with Kyra.” He strode away, his naked, ultra-masculine body again drawing her attention. “I will fetch you from the great hall later.”

  * * * * *

  It had been, to say the least, an eventful two days for Geris. Not even an hour after she’d left Dak in their rooms and went to visit with Kyra—her first excursion out of the apartments since she and Dak had joined—her best friend had given birth to twins. The scary part was nobody had ev
en realized Kyra was pregnant. Who would have ever thought that the gestation period on Tryston was only three weeks!

  Sweet Jesus, it had been ugly. Like something out of a nightmare, glowing blue junk had rushed out from between Kyra’s thighs and gone everywhere. Within minutes she had started hatching an egg—an egg!

  After the shock and horror of it all had passed, however, Geris’s heart had damn near wrenched into halves at the joy she’d experienced holding her best friend’s twin daughters in her arms. She and Kyra were so close, like sisters, that the poignant moment had been like holding one of her own. She hadn’t ever wanted to let go. They’d felt so warm and delicate and snuggly.

  In retrospect, she was grateful that fate had seen fit to make sure she was present before Kyra gave birth. She couldn’t imagine having missed Zora and Zara’s hatchings for the world.

  She was also grateful for having those two days to spend almost exclusively with her best friend for they’d had a lot to catch up on. It was amazing to think that what had been only three weeks to Kyra had been three years to Geris. Even if Dak hadn’t sped up their arrival via that portal in deep space they’d passed through, it still would have only been a few months. Amazing.

  But now it was time to go home. Home. Geris shook her head and smiled. Two weeks ago home had been earth. An earth she felt no particular attachment to without Kyra there. But now home was a green, low-hanging moon she’d never before laid eyes on. She was as excited as she was nervous.

  What if she didn’t like it there? How could she ever tell Dak that the home he took so much pride in wasn’t a place she wanted to live? These thoughts plagued her as she made her way toward where she knew her husband would be waiting on her.

  Walking toward the great hall, her thoughts were a million miles away. The sound of male laughter, however, managed to snag her attention.

  “Do not be a dunce,” Zor said dryly to Dak, rolling his eyes. “The rebel leader could not possibly be hiding out on Morak.”