Veeeeeeeeck.

His eyes nearly flipped backward in his skull. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and lit her ass on fire again, spanking hard and fast, forcing his breath out through his teeth.

“Please, Master!”

By the one true Zandian star, he would not survive this test. He shoved her off his lap. She landed in a heap at his feet, her reddish-blonde hair falling in soft waves over her face. He wanted to gather her back up in his arms, beg her forgiveness for treating her so cruelly, but touching her now was an impossibility.

His body shook, about to combust. Need overpowered all rational thought, all care. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face.

When he opened them, his beautiful female was on her knees, unbuckling his belt.

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She didn’t know what in the hell was wrong with the Zandian. One minute he was using his tongue in a way no male had attempted on her, giving her the most pleasure she’d ever experienced, the next, he’d shoved her to the floor.

If it weren’t for the purple glow of his eyes and the stiffness of his horns, she might think he didn’t find her attractive enough. But he did.

So, what was the problem?

She didn’t wait for permission this time, certain if she could get his malehood into her mouth, she’d be able to satisfy him. She was trained for pleasure, after all.

His hand sn

apped out and caught her wrist, but not before she’d wrested his cock free of his pants. The huge purple shaft sprang out, bobbing in front of her, a drop of rainbow-hued precum on the tip.

Not wanting him to stop her, she opened her lips wide, and engulfed as much of his length as she could fit. His hand went slack, and he let out a choked shout, brows slamming down, even as his cock thrust deeper. He fisted her hair. At first, she thought he would pull her off his cock, but he just held her head immobile for a moment, indecision playing over his expression. Then he used his grip to move her forward and back over his cock.

He thrust too deep, choking her, bumping the back of her throat. Her eyes smarted as she struggled to relax her gag reflex and let him inch in even more.

“Was this what you wanted, little slave? A throat-fucking?” Some slaves would be offended by such taunts. In the past, with other males, she’d ignored such talk. She wasn’t a sexual being, so she had no shame. She’d existed in her head, not her body. But the Zandian made her feel so much. Every centimeter of her body flushed for his touch. Every nerve ending tingled. Being near him brought on the insistent ache between her legs, the throb of her nipples. His words only made her burn hotter.

She loved the way his eyes blazed like bright jewels, locked on hers as he pumped his thick member into her mouth. Need coiled in her belly; heat flooded her core.

And then she remembered her task. Find the crystal. She shoved one hand under his balls to cup them as the other bunched in his pants. She closed her fingers around the material, tugged and pushed at it as if in the throes of passion.

Yes. There. She felt the hard stone—a ring. A very large ring. And another piece, as well.

She sucked hard, fisting his cock, moving it in concert with her mouth as her other hand emptied his pocket of its treasure.

But where to hide it? She wore no clothing. No orifice was safe while he was in the cell with her. Under the rug, then. It was the only possible place. Hopefully, he wouldn’t step on it and discover her treachery.

The Zandian clenched his jaw, his thighs tensed and shook as his hard shaft pistoned in and out of her mouth. He caged her head and held it still as he plunged deeper, all the way down her throat. “Veck,” he spat. “Veck-veck-veck.”

She recognized the Zandian curse, similar to the Ocretion word fuck.

His balls tightened and then he came, spurting ribbons of hot cum down her throat. Her eyes watered, but she swallowed it down, choking a bit. He pulled out the moment he finished, dark torment coloring his eyes. With the tail of his tunic, he wiped her face, his thumb sweeping away a stray tear. She held still for his ministrations, arrested by his intense gaze.

He scooped her up by the armpits and lifted her then deposited her lengthwise on the bench, on her back.

She hadn’t had a chance to hide the jewels yet, but she did now, her hand skimming the floor until she found the edge of the rug to tuck them under.

The Zandian gripped her thighs and spread them wide, straddling the bench to face her lady flower. He cupped her ass and lifted her hips to his mouth, licking into her with a fervor that made her flexed feet shoot out to the sides, knees straight. Her nipples ached and throbbed, clit pulsed in time with them.

Yes. This.

More.

All these years as a sex slave, and she’d never orgasmed. She’d thought perhaps Zandians didn’t. What did she know? She’d been only eight when she was separated from the last Zandians she knew and taken to Aurelia.

Tags: Renee Rose Zandian Masters Science Fiction
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