Seized: Trek Mi Q'an Book 1.5 Page 9

  “Mine own colony?” Kil said arrogantly. “Do not be a lackwit!”

  Dak smiled, though his eyes were sad. Geris winced, able to feel his emotions as though they were her own.

  Her husband, she thought sadly, was hurting. He actually thought his brothers were serious when they called him names. What was good-natured jesting to Zor and Kil, Dak took to heart, believing it. But how could his own brothers not realize they were hurting him? she thought angrily. It didn’t take a bridal necklace to see how crestfallen he looked.

  Geris permitted the ribbing to go on another minute more before she strolled into the great hall, her head held high. “I’m ready to go, Dak,” she said, her nostrils flaring. She narrowed her eyes at her brothers-in-law. “I’m tired of being in this place.”

  Zor and Kil looked at each other quizzically. “Is aught amiss?” Zor asked, perplexed. “Did you and Kyra mayhap have a spat?”

  Geris snorted at that. “I don’t think so. You see, Zor, Kyra and I love each other. Therefore, we care about each other’s feelings.”

  “Nee’ka…”

  Her chin thrust up. “We don’t spew things at each other without stopping to think about how hurtful untrue words can be.”

  Zor and Kil shared another confused look.

  Dak sighed. “’Tis all right, wee one. Let us just go, aye?”

  “What is all right?” Kil asked, his gaze flicking back and forth between his brother and sister-in-law.

  “No, it’s not all right,” Geris said on a frown leveled at Dak’s brothers. “But yeah, let’s go.”

  “Now wait just a second!” Zor said firmly as the couple began to walk away. “Geris Q’ana Tal, I demand to know of what you speak.”

  She turned around on her heel and narrowed her eyes. Dak took a deep breath and blew it out, realizing as he must have that she wouldn’t back down until she’d said her piece. Huffing, she threw a hand at Zor. “Why do you always refer to him as ‘dunce’, ‘lackwit’, and all of those other names any fool could see hurts his feelings?”

  Zor’s eyes narrowed. “You think me a fool?”

  Kil rolled his eyes. “’Tis not the bedamned point!” He sighed and turned to his younger brother. “Dak,” he murmured. “’Tis but the way we’ve jested with you since we were boys.”

  “You are the little brother,” Zor said in way of explanation.

  “Well stop,” Geris said quietly. “It hurts him. And furthermore, it’s not true. If he says to look on Morak for…well, whoever it was you mentioned…then perhaps you should.”

  Dak’s eyes glittered with emotion as he looked at her, though Geris couldn’t see that. She was too busy glaring daggers at his brothers.

  “Point taken,” Zor murmured.

  Kil clapped Dak on the back. “My apologies, brother. How could you not know we were but jesting? Any fool, as your nee’ka so aptly called us, can see that you are a warlord to be reckoned with.”

  Dak, unused to such praise-filled words from them, clearly didn’t know what to say. “I—well, thank you,” he grumbled.

  “’Tis true,” Zor said matter-of-factly. “Ti Q’won is the only of our holdings never once broached by insurrectionist sympathizers. ‘Tis a reason for that.”

  Geris beamed with happiness for her husband as she listened to the exchange. It was readily apparent that Dak had needed this verbal validation. Like his brothers, she couldn’t imagine why he would have ever thought they were serious about him being a dunce either, but she supposed everyone, even a giant, has their insecurities. Somehow that knowledge made her feel less twit-like for holding back on telling her husband that she loved him. He was vulnerable too. But in different ways.

  By the time they left the Palace of the Dunes, Dak was chuckling. He winked down at her, his arm drawing her close against his side. “If ever those rebel sympathizers had thought to broach Ti Q’won, they will think again do they learn of the fierce nee’ka who rules at my side.”

  Geris smiled, vastly content. Sweet Jesus, how she loved this man.

  Chapter 13

  Yar’at awoke in a foreign place to the feel of three naked wenches kissing all over his body. He blinked a few times, forcing his eyes open, deciding that he must be dreaming. ‘Twas the only explanation he could summon, for he’d never before lain with a woman. He’d dreamt of it more oft than he could count, yet never had he been given the opportunity.

  His eyes opened. He stilled.

  He was awake and yet the wenches were still here.

  A golden-haired wench smiled up to him as she put the head of his stiff cock into her lovely mouth. Yar’at sucked in his breath, his breathing rapidly growing labored. “Who are y-you?” he stammered out. He swallowed roughly as he watched her lips go down further on his shaft. His stomach muscles clenched.

  She didn’t answer him, but then she didn’t need to, for Yar’at’s gaze fell down the bed toward a busty brunette who was crawling towards him. The naked beauty wore the ankle chain of a priestess—an emblem declaring her a slave to the goddess.

  Before he could think to ask why ‘twas he was being attended to, the golden-haired wench took his cock as far into her throat as was possible and sucked up and down the length of him. He gasped as she suckled him, his teeth clenching, the feeling more exquisite than ever he’d dreamt it would be.

  The need to close his eyes and bask in the pleasure offered to him was overwhelming, but more powerful than that was the desire to watch a cock he’d thought not worthy of a wench’s ministrations be attended to as though ‘twas the most wondrous thing in the goddess’ creation. The soft moans of pleasure erupting from the priestess’ throat as she sucked on him was headier than anything he’d ever before known.

  A second golden-haired priestess latched her mouth around his man-sac and sucked on it whilst the first one suckled his staff faster and faster. Yar’at groaned, his head falling back, no longer able to keep his eyes open.

  A plump nipple was popped into his mouth. He suckled it hard, his breathing labored, as the two priestesses attending to his cock and balls made him feel things a man sold to a mine-master as a boy-child had never thought to feel. The brunette, whose nipple his lips were clamped around, cradled his head against her chest and whispered soothing words into his ear.

  He didn’t want to spurt for fear ‘twould end.

  “’Tis all right, handsome one,” the brunette priestess murmured. “Give them your life-force. We will not leave you until you’ve been milked dry does it take weeks.”

  Yar’at groaned from around the delicious nipple. And then he spurted, his life-force spewing into a hungry, awaiting mouth.

  Stars exploded behind his eyes as he moaned, but he never released the nipple. He suckled it harder and harder still, until the brunette sucked in her breath and begged him to fuck her.

  By the sands, he thought, his cock stiffer than he’d thought possible, he had to be dreaming. How could this be real, a beautiful woman begging the likes of him to fuck her…

  But fuck her he did. As soon as the golden-haired priestesses released his cock from their mouths, he quickly flipped over, pulled the brunette beneath him, and sank his jutting erection into her tight, warm cunt. He groaned long and loudly, at last knowing the feel of a welcoming pussy.

  She gasped when he entered her, the sound like music to his ears. The brunette’s eyelids were heavy with arousal as she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Long and hard,” she murmured.

  Yar’at swallowed roughly. “M-Milady?”

  She squeezed him with her thighs. “Fuck me long and hard,” she breathed out. “You’ve a gloriously huge man-part, handsome one.”

  His nostrils flaring, Yar’at plunged into her cunt, seating himself to the hilt. When she gasped again in her pleasure, he took it as a good sign and began to stroke in and out of her in the way he’d oft dreamt of doing to a wench.

  He slammed into her pussy harder and harder, faster and faster. He moaned as he fucked her, his eyes closing
from the bliss of it. It occurred to him how wondrous ‘twould feel if he could suck on her nipple whilst plunging in and out of her cunt. And then, as if the priestesses could anticipate his every thought and sought to make his fantasies reality, a ripe rouge nipple was there for him to suckle of.

  Yar’at suckled of it. It tasted like bliss. He suckled it hard until she too was moaning and he thought he’d died of pleasure and gone through the Rah. ‘Twas heady indeed that two wenches were moaning because of him—the wench he was fucking and the one he was sucking.

  Before he could help himself he was spurting again, his seed emptying into the brunette’s tempting channel. He feared for a moment that the bliss would be over, but as soon as he climbed off of her and laid back down on the bed, one of the golden-haired wenches impaled herself upon his still erect rod.

  His jaw clenched as he watched her pink pussy envelope his stiff cock over and over, again and again. He watched her for as long as he was able, until the other golden-haired priestess lowered her cunt down onto his face and began riding him.

  Yar’at groaned as he clamped his lips around her clit and sucked at her pussy to his hearts’ content. She came for him at least three times, and he hungrily drank her up, whilst the other priestess rode his swollen cock, bouncing up and down on him as her tits jiggled and she breathily moaned.

  ‘Twould be two more moon-risings of healing sand massages and spurting in the priestesses’ various holes before he began to feel his health semi-restored. He feared they would be leaving him as soon as he was better, but knew too that he could not be selfish for like as naught they had others to heal as well.

  “Fear not,” handsome one, the brunette said to him on the second night when he was buried deep inside of her arsehole pumping away like a crazed gulch beast. “We shall stay with you for a fortnight, fulfilling your every need and quenching your every desire.”

  “Hurry up and finish fucking her,” a golden-haired priestess mused to Yar’at concerning the brunette. “I should like some more of that stiff cock as well.”

  Yar’at whimpered. ‘Twas for a certainty he had died and gone to the heavens.

  Chapter 14

  Ti Q’won took a little getting used to. Okay, a lot of getting used to. But Geris ended up loving her new home. It took some settling in to grow accustomed to being called “Your Highness”, to having half naked women scurry around to do your bidding, and to have Kefa slaves eat you out every time you unthinkingly got naked in their presence!—but all in all the low-hanging green moon was a wonderful place to live.

  Dak being Dak, he still couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Nor did he try. Nor did she want him to try.

  On the second day following their arrival, Geris went out strolling about the castle grounds while Dak attended to some political business he was hell-bent on seeing to. He was always secretive about stuff like that, but since she’d never been all that interested in politics anyway, she let it ride.

  She smiled to herself as she scoped out the castle grounds, taking in the beauty of her surroundings. The grass-like stuff that covered the terrain was silky soft and the most vivid jade-green Geris had ever beheld. Turning to face her home, she smiled at the huge green crystal structure that jutted upwards from a swirling mist, rivaling Emerald City in its glory.

  “So beautiful,” she whispered as she simply stared at it. “So incred—”

  The sound of a low growl made her eyes widen. What the…?

  Her breathing stilled when the low growl was joined by another. And then another. And—oh damn—another.

  Geris gulped, afraid to turn around. There was something eerily familiar about that growling sound…

  Her eyes widened in comprehension at the precise moment she was attacked. She screamed as she was tackled to the ground, the black qi’ka she wore shredded from her body within seconds. Naked and defenseless, her thighs were thrust wide apart, giving the predators access to what it was they wanted.

  Geris’s eyes crossed as four Rustian faces dove for her pussy. She had asked Dak if these creatures were indigenous to Sand City. He had said no. Unfortunately, when she’d failed to ask specifically about the moon of Ti Q’won, he hadn’t been forthcoming with this very important, needed-to-know information!

  “I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Him,” she bit out in a weak monotone. “Why. Does. Every. Thing. Want. To. Eat. Me. Out,” she seethed.

  The little guys on Ti Q’won were even more voracious eaters than the ones on Tojo had been, she soon discovered. They snorted into her cunt like pigs, greedily sucking on her clit until she gasped and groaned, orgasming again and again and again. By the time they bodily pulled her under a nearby bush, most likely so she wouldn’t be found until they’d had their fill of cunt-juice, she was so weak from climaxing that she couldn’t offer them the least bit of resistance.

  They looked tougher than the Rustians of Tojo as well, she thought grimly. They were only a foot tall, but more muscular and powerful looking. Good grief, some of them even had tattoos! It was like she’d been kidnapped by a band of handsome, but too-stupid-to-live, foot-high sailors.

  Once she’d been securely hidden under the bush, they feasted on her pussy like mad. These Rustians liked sucking on nipples too she quickly learned, for throughout the entire hours-long ordeal there was always a Rustian mouth clamped around either one sucking away like crazy.

  She gasped and groaned. Her head fell back and her nipples stiffened as they frenziedly sucked on her cunt. When those four were finished there were four more. And then another pack of four. And then another and another.

  The sound of gluttonous munching, slurping, and—oh sweet Jesus they were belching when they finished!—reached her ears over and over, again and again. By the time a worried Dak found her four hours later and scared off the remaining little guys from the fifth pack that had dined on her, Geris feared her eyes would never uncross again.

  “Ah nee’ka,” Dak crooned. “I mayhap should have warned you never to leave the castle without a warrior to keep them away from you. Leastways, the cunt-juice predators here are fierce wicked, yet contained they are to outside of the castle.”

  “Nyoooo nyyyyyyoooooooomph!”

  Dak grimaced. He was fairly certain another black eye was in his near future.

  * * * * *

  “Ouch!” Dak gritted his teeth as he grabbed at the eye that might end up going black and blue. “Why did you hit me thusly?” he growled. “My bedamned eye is sore!”

  “Now you know how my pussy feels!” Geris seethed. “I asked you if you had Rustians here and you said no!”

  “You asked me about Sand City! You did not ask me about Ti Q’won!”

  “You suck!”

  “Ger-is!”

  “Oh shut-up!”

  * * * * *

  It had taken Geris two days to recover, but much to Dak’s surprise, only an hour of swear words and striking him afore she had forgiven him. She had ended up laughing over the whole incident, recalling how the wee things had gone so far as to hide her under a bush so she wouldn’t be found.

  Dak sighed, shaking his head. Her moods were forever a surprise. He smiled, deciding that was mayhap not such a bad thing. For a certainty it was superior to giving him black eyes, he mentally grumbled.

  On the fourth evening following their arrival, the king and queen sat out on the balcony adjoined to their personal apartments. Planet Tryston could be seen in the distance, a gold, shimmering mass slowly sinking below the horizon. The dominant red moon Morak was further away, an almost invisible red mark tinting the darkening sky.

  Geris was on Dak’s lap, her back to his front, her legs spread wide and his cock impaled in her pussy. One of his hands toyed with her nipples, massaging and elongating them, the other hand with her clit, arousing her beyond belief, as he placed shiver-inducing kisses all over her neck and shoulders. Wisely, he chose not to remind her of the Rustians.

  Geris sucked in her breath. “That feels so good,” she whisp
ered. “God, Dak. You’re so sexy and—”

  “Pardon the interruption, Mighty One. I was told I would mayhap find you here.”

  Dak grunted. He had waited two nigh unto torturous moon-risings to get inside of her and now—

  Geris yelped, startled. When she saw it was Jek, the warrior who had orally pleasured her at the Consummation Feast, she glanced away, embarrassed. “Let me up, Dak,” she said. “I’m naked and we’re having sex!”

  He grunted as if to say “do you think I am not aware of this?” but didn’t let her up. He held her tightly, his hand still stroking her pussy while he raised an eyebrow to Jek. “Aye?”

  Jek’s eyes strayed to Geris’s exposed cunt. His eyelids grew heavy and the beginnings of an erection noticeably formed in his leathers before he looked away. Geris whimpered, deciding there were some things—like this!—about Trystonni life that she’d never get used to. Sweet Jesus!

  But after that brief, lusty glance Jek gave her, he thankfully turned his attention to Dak. “You have been told of the giant Yar’at’s arrival here, Mighty One?”

  “Aye.” Dak’s eyes narrowed. “The last I saw of him he looked to be healing well enough by aid of the priestesses. Is aught amiss?”

  Jek shook his head. “Nay. He is healing.”

  “Then…?”

  “You have heard it be said he is a lackwit?”

  Dak stilled, wondering where this conversation was going. He released Geris then, letting her have her way and close her legs. He sat her on his heavily muscled thigh instead and turned back to the high lord whilst she clung to him. He played with one of her breasts, massaging the nipple, as they conversed. “I have heard it be said. What’s the meaning of your questions, cousin?”

  Jek hesitated. “Have you spoken with him afore, Your Highness?”

  “Aye.” Dak frowned. “He is slow of the tongue but I do not think his thought processes challenged.”

  “Definitely not.” Geris shook her head. “We spoke at lunch a great deal while Dak was out seeing to something or another. It took him a while to feel comfortable enough to speak to me, but once he realized I wasn’t going to poke fun of his speech impediment he spoke to me freely. He’s smart as a whip.”