His Human Prisoner (Zandian Masters 2)

She shook her head but the torrent released in a ridiculous snort-sob, tears leaking from both eyes.

He wrapped his hand around the side of her head and kissed her hair. “Let’s get you that treat.”

She pressed her body against him, not wanting him to put her down, but he seemed to understand. He climbed off the bed with her cradled in his arms then swung her around to carry her on one hip, like a child carried by a parent.

She felt ridiculous and tall and pleased all at once. A giggle escaped her lips.

Rok smiled up at her, his violet eyes warm.

Her chest swelled so large, she thought it would burst.

He carried her to a cabinet, which he unlocked with his palm print on the panel. Inside were stacks and stacks of black bricks. “I received them in trade. I’d planned to sell them to the wealthy in Ocretia, but once I tasted it, I decided to keep it for myself.” He unwrapped one brick, sliced the end off it, and popped it into her mouth.

She puckered at the bitterness and made a face. “I think it’s gone bad.”

He shook his head. “No, it hasn’t. It’s just better sweetened. I’ll make you a nice drink with it, later, but let this melt on your tongue. You’ll be restored in no time.”

She let the bitter dark slice dissolve in her mouth. “What’s it called?”

He grinned. “Chocolate. It was considered a food of the gods and an elixir of life in ancient human civilizations. You ought to know these things—” He’d been teasing, but he broke off, probably realizing she’d have no chance to know anything about her species as a slave. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “Of course you wouldn’t know.”

Her body began to hum, energy from the chocolate enlivening her.

“You’re feeling it.”

She’d never had a master—or any other being for that matter—pay so much attention to her. It was addictive—more heady than the chocolate buzzing through her veins.

To reward her thoughtful master, she gripped one of his horns and sank her mouth down on the other one.

“Holy veck,” he growled, lurching and sending her unbalanced weight careening in a circle. “Little girl, you have exactly twenty planet rotations to stop that.”

She gave a husky laugh, her mouth still stretched wide over his horn. Her tongue laved the side, lips suctioned over it.

“Veeeeck, little pet.” The arm under her ass boosted her higher. The position was perfect, as she sat high above his head and it was easy to angle her mouth down around the frisky horns.

“Other side, other side, other side,” he rasped. He’d leaned his hip against the sleeping platform and had his free hand in his flight pants, stroking his length.

She switched horns, staring at his enormous malehood when he pulled it from his pants. It grew, a drop of rainbow pre-cum glistening on the tip. She wanted to have that huge organ in her mouth instead.

“Do you want me to suck him instead?”

Rok groaned. “Yes—no. Veck, I don’t know. I wish there were two of you.” His slipping control encouraged her and took the bite away from the insinuation that she wasn’t enough on her own. “Lily…” He made a quick reverse, so his opposite hip faced the sleeping platform—the one with her on it. She climbed onto her knees, the blanket that had hung around her shoulders falling down.

She worked faster, using both hands now—one on each horn, her tongue switching between the stiffened protuberances.

He barked a curse then thrust her away.

Her momentary offense drained away when she saw the dark lust in his eyes. He shoved her to her ass then pushed her on her back and dragged one horn down the center of her naked body, groaning the entire time.

When he reached her core, he rubbed her clit clumsily with the horn then adusted his head and penetrated her with the other one.

She gasped and gripped his free horn, pulling his head up, disappointed when the horn did not sink deep enough inside her to satisfy.

“Roll over.” His deep, gravelly voice reverberated through her entire body. “I told you I’d take this luscious little ass today. The time has come.” The swish of his palm over her still heated skin made her arch her bottom up to him and purr.

He moved from the sleeping platform, and she watched him walk to one of the cabinets, his huge member bobbing in front of him. A pang of anxiety twisted.

He would never fit.