moved in next to him,
assisting in getting them through the crowd. As Garon held their woman, a
strange sense of completion came over him. It was as it should be.
She would
be collared very soon.
Chapter Five
Teon woke
to find herself on the biggest bed she’d ever seen. Five adults could easily
sleep upon it. The room was done in shades of blue, each complimenting the
next. All in all it was distinctively male in its décor. She sat up, her body
feeling the best it had since before she was arrested and then detained on the
trader ship. She stretched her arms above her head and the cool air of the room
skated over her exposed breasts.
She looked
to the doorway and found Lorne there, sipping from a cup, a sly grin on his
face. She put her arms down and covered her breasts with them. He shook his
head. “Don’t stop on my account. I very much enjoyed the view.”
She took a
calming breath. “How does this work? Do I lie back and let you do what you want
on me?”
“ On you?”
asked Lorne in a mocking tone.
She
gritted her teeth. She wasn’t exactly new to sex but she was new to tempting a
man. She’d been caught behind a curtain, her head in a man’s lap, her mouth on
his cock while another sat eagerly by, his cock in hand, waiting his turn with
her mouth. The lies that she’d charged for the service were what branded her an
outlaw and a criminal on Earth. It was forbidden for anyone without a license
to sell sex to do so. She’d not charged. She’d been curious and the men had
been willing. Her stepmother and the councilman she tried to gift her to saw to
it the truth was buried behind lies. Lies that landed her on Ralen.
Lorne set
his mug down and strolled towards her. Each step he took drew attention to his
sinewy frame. Her mouth watered as she wondered what his cock would look like,
what it would taste like on her tongue. He wore nothing more than a wrap around
his waist. He stopped at the foot of the bed. “Let me look my fill of you.”
She
lowered her arms.
He pulled
the sheet away, exposing her naked form to him. Her nipples hardened as the
cool air of the room blew over them. Lorne’s gaze found them and remained there
a moment. She half thought he’d ravish her with how hungry his expression was.
She drew
her legs up and he shook his head. She stopped and opened her legs slowly. His gaze
snapped to her sex. He stared at her pussy as she spread her legs open more. He
stepped closer, pushing her legs farther apart, making her gasp as he put his
face close to her pussy.
“This
scent you give off,” he said, sniffing, his eyes rolling back in his head. “It
is divine. It makes my cock harden and makes me want to bury my face between
your legs and lap your cream.”
She
squeaked. Earth men would never be so bold. They’d never let those words fall
from their lips. As she looked to Lorne, his face still near her pussy, her
breathing grew rapid. What would it feel like to have his tongue in her? The
only thing she’d had in her before were her own fingers. Against rules she’d
spent many nights lying in her bed, her fingers on her clit, rubbing it.
She was a
bad seed. That was what her stepmother said. A fiend. Too depraved to be worthy
of her title or the luxuries her name provided.
Maybe she
was right.
Teon
didn’t care. All she wanted now was for Lorne to do what he’d hinted at. She
wanted him to bury his face between her legs until she knew true bliss.
He cast a
seductive smile her way. “You are not experienced in the bed, are you?”
“Somewhat,”
she managed.
He stroked
her inner thigh. “Have you had a cock rammed in you?”
“N-no,” she
whispered, feeling so exposed.
He slid
his finger lower. “Garon and I will spear you over and over again with our
cocks. We will stuff you full of us, your pussy, your mouth, your sweet, tight
ass.”
She gasped
and flushed with color. As if on command, her ass clenched at the idea of being
taken by not one but two
Mandy M. Roth, Michelle M. Pillow