Without prompting, the human’s nimble fingers undid the fastenings of the male’s lower covering, pulling out a studded member already thickening and growing hard in her hands.
Decorated with a series of metal rods pierced horizontally, her keeper’s cock caught the flashing lights until it disappeared into the human woman’s mouth.
She smiled up into his eyes as she took his girth down her throat, serene as she carried out the sex act—as if only the two of them stood in the arena. All the while, her hands lovingly caressed hips, muscled buttocks, and even from a distance, Arden could see she swallowed to accommodate her keeper with every excited thrust the male pressed between her willing lips.
The way the giant stroked that mane of dark purple hair and watched her perform was so unlike an Axirlan. He was fond of his pet, to the extent an emotionless race could be.
Arden imagined he heard the groan as the beast threw his head back and climaxed, the burst of noise harmonizing with the blaring music. Watching the slave take that cock all the way into the recess of her mouth, the female gulping down silver ejaculate as it burst against the back of her throat, seeing her struggle to not spill a drop… excited the emissary.
When it was done, the Axirlan’s massive, pierced organ popped from her lips. Her keeper swiped his thumb over them, brushing away the single drip that had escaped, silently praising her performance with his attention.
The woman sat back on her heels, panting and clearly contented, the shine of saliva smeared over her chin.
Arden studied her profile in the dark, the flawless symmetry of her features.
Though his face was impassive, he couldn’t look away—not when she sought an embrace from her master and was gifted with more. The Axirlan cradled her to his chest and carried his pet to his table. After he sat, draped in pale human, her keeper conversed with others of his own kind.
And again, affection from the male: the brute toyed with her hair as she relaxed, was gentle with her.
Arden cut his gaze away, unsettled by what he sensed in the outlying corner. The woman was falling asleep in a very dangerous place, feeling safe in the arms of an oversized Axirlan she did not belong to.
No slave collar changed facts. If that was who he thought it was, she belonged to him.
After the endless chase—all the years—his Sovereign had never been able to corner her. And there she was, sucking off some alien for the entire crowd in that sleazy club on Pax to see, before napping like a spoiled cat.
Mistress Drinta turned her head just enough to let the light play across her fetching Tessan features. “If you like what you see, another with similar qualities could be arranged for you... as my gift.”
The golden quality of Arden’s expression matched the dulcet tenor of his question. “What of that one?”
A hand stretched out, flicking toward one of her guards so the underling might produce a data screen. Navigating livestock information, Drinta hummed. “I am afraid she is listed as private. I can’t fault her keeper for that—not when she seems so very skilled and attentive.”
Fingers snapped and Drinta commanded her guard, “Bring my guest a human pleasure slave. A pretty one with dark hair.”
A beauty appeared so quickly it was apparent several were kept nearby, available should Drinta offer.
The Tessan’s black lateral pupils darted back to the human delegate sent by Sovereign himself as she ordered the slave to, “Suck his cock.”
There was no hesitation in the submissive young woman to fall to her knees and perform.
Arden’s hand rested on the back of the girl’s head, setting a pace as he envisioned the distant sleeping female, imagining another’s lips and tongue working him well. He came quickly, sighing when he released into a stranger’s mouth.
“Now that we’ve taken the edge off, let us continue negotiation.” Drinta’s voice was once again laced with her brand of enticement, the most dangerous criminal in the quadrant smiling broadly. “Your Sovereign and the empire he rules, what can they do for me?”
Drinta’s choice of words was not lost on the emissary. What could Sovereign do for her? No, it was quite the other way around. Yet the man smiled richly, expressing his purpose on Pax. “The Irdesian Empire can offer you anything you desire.” Leering, turning to face the showy female with her flicking tail, Arden neared. “Is there something you would like to have conquered? Old enemies you wish to see tormented?”
Her gaze drew deadly. “Yes. And he will deliver what I wish, or access to the byway will never be granted to his fleet for whatever little war you are waging now.”
“I was ordered your wish is my command.” And though his golden eyes glowed, his thoughts were gravely amused that the criminal queen actually believed she might deny his empire anything.
“I demand the entirety of the Ran 7 colony to be exterminated. Not converted, not enslaved; slaughtered.”
“Consider it done.”
She looked at him, a pleased mischievous dragon as she cooed, “There’s more.”
When dealing with that quality of lifeform, there was always more. Arden, Herald of the Irdesian Empire, smiled beautifully, promising the treacherous Mistress of Pax her heart’s every desire.
Her heart was quite black.