Delivered by the Defender (Kindred Tales)

“I’m afraid there’s no choice,” Valen growled. “This is the tradition of the Pet Parade. Can you be a good girl for me and take it, just for a little while? I promise it won’t be for long—your spot in the parade is near the very end.”

“I…I don’t have any choice, do I?” Selena demanded breathlessly. “I’ve got to go to the palace with you and crawl down the catwalk on all fours while this…this thing fucks me!”

“Yes, you do.” Valen nodded and looked at her seriously. “Is it too much for you, Selena? Would you like to say your safe word? If so, I understand. I will try to make up an excuse his Majesty will accept. He will not be happy, but I can be persuasive when I need to be—it is the nature of my profession, after all.”

Selena bit her lip. Could she do this? Could she submit this far? It was past all her wildest fantasies of exhibitionism and submission—far past. But when she looked into Valen’s piercing blue eyes, she found she wanted to do it. Not for the disgusting Ma’shorkan Emperor who always talked about himself in the third person, but for Valen—for her Master. She wanted to submit to him—she wanted to be his good girl.

“I don’t want to say my safe word,” she whispered. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll be okay.”

“I won’t leave your side,” Valen promised again. Leaning down, he cupped her face in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. “Gods, you’re beautiful when you submit, little one. I think I’m beginning to understand the pleasure of this little ‘game’ you’re so longing to play.”

“I only want to play with the right Master,” Selena told him. “Only with you, Valen.”

He looked at her for a moment, then claimed her mouth in a hot, breathless kiss that sent chills down her spine. At the same time, he tugged on both of the nipple springs and the phallus inside her continued to fuck her deeply and tease her clit at the same time.

Selena panted, shifting her hips with need. God, she was so close, but it was clear that the faintly buzzing clit cup wasn’t quite enough to make her come. She was going to have to endure being in this state of sexual need until her Master decided to let her orgasm.

And she had no idea when that might be.

“Come on, little one,” Valen murmured. “Let’s go to the parade.”

46

Selena was relieved that she was allowed to wear a long cloak and walk upright until the parade started. They made their way down the long corridors of the palace, heading for the Parade Hall, where the Pet Parade was to take place.

But with every step, she could feel the thick red phallus fucking deeply into her as the clit-cup teased her “Goddess pearl,” as Valen called it. It never quite let her come—it just kept her tantalized and right on the edge of orgasm without pushing her over.

Valen kept a protective arm around her shoulders as they finally entered the hall. Nobles and Royals were already assembled, all of them seated along the length of a raised, lighted walkway that looked a lot like the catwalks you saw in fashion shows on Earth, Selena thought. She shivered when she thought of crawling the length of that walkway on her hands and knees with her thighs open and the phallus visibly sliding in and out of her bare, unprotected pussy.

Everyone will see me getting fucked! she couldn’t help thinking. God, I can’t believe this!

But there could be no doubt that it was real. Other girls were already crawling down the length of the runway, also wearing strap-in phalluses, as Valen had called them—though none of them looked nearly as thick as the one Selena had inside her.

“Ah, there you are, Master Kindred…” The Major Domo was suddenly at Valen’s side, his bald head gleaming in the radiance from the lighted runway. “You and your female have gotten here just in time. You’re in the last group, just after Empress the Third.”

Inside, Selena gave a mental groan. Why oh why did she keep getting stuck in the same spot as the spiteful third Empress? But there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about it, so she listened carefully as the Major Domo explained how things were supposed to go.

“You’ll parade down the walkway, to the very end where his Majesty is sitting with Empress the First and Empress the Second,” he continued, talking to Valen. “Once you get there, your female must spread her thighs and rise up on her knees, to give the Emperor a good view of the phallus she’s wearing.”

“I don’t like letting anyone see my female so exposed,” Valen growled, sounding angry.

“Understandable, but it’s only for a moment,” the Major Domo said soothingly. “Once the Emperor has looked his fill, your female may lower herself back down to all fours. As she is the last pet in the parade, his Highness will then call out the winner of the event. Which will, of course, be Empress the Third—she has won every Pet Parade since she ascended to the throne,” he added. “And once she is declared the winner, you may take your female home.”