Song of Desire Marilyn Lee All rights reserved.
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Prologue Soft moans, lusty gasps, and cries of encouragement roused him from a deep, dreamless sleep. He came awake to find himself lying on his back under the evening desert sun with his hands and ankles pulled apart and bound to stakes driven into the sand. Straddling his naked body, a tiny, nude blonde with small breasts thrust herself up and down the length of his cock, sobbing with pain each time she sat on him, driving his length deep into her tight, clinging channel. “Oh!” The blonde moaned. “It hurts. It hurts.” Even as she spoke, she lifted her slender hips until only the head of his cock remained within her. Several voices answered her. “Thrust down harder…” “Force his entire cock into you!” “You’re bleeding!” “Keep going, keep going!” He turned his head and saw several naked women gathered around, fingering themselves and calling out encouragement. One woman in particular, a tall blonde with dark eyes, kept her gaze centered on his cock as she thrust her fingers between her legs. “Plunge down,” the blonde ordered, her voice low and breathless. “Take him inside you… all of him. Ride him. Plunge all the way down… force his weapon up into you. Yes… and again!” He turned his head and looked down his body. He watched his long, thick, dark cock disappear into the blonde’s cunt as she lowered her hips until she sat on him again.
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“Ooooh!” She sobbed and shuddered. “It hurts… so much.” Making soft sounds she lifted her head and slammed herself down onto him again, forcing his entire length deep into her tight cunt with each lunge. He lay under her, securely bound, feeling nothing as she rutted herself on his cock. He frowned, trying to recall how he had come to be here, where here was, and more importantly, who he was. He had no memory of anything before the cries of the women woke him. Although uncertain who he was, he suspected that he did not belong in this desert -nor should these women be using him for their pleasure. He tested the strength of his bonds and found them as unyielding as the pussy of the woman now riding him so gleefully. Her body tightened and convulsed and he felt his cock being drenched with her juices and blood as she came. Moaning and gasping, she climbed off his cock and collapsed next to him on the sands. The tall blonde walked over, squatted over him, closed her fingers around his cock, and brought it to the entrance of her pussy. “No,” he told her. “Release me.” “Release you? After I found you and saved your life? That is not our way. On Bluhari, to the rescuer goes the spoils. I found you. You are mine to do with as I will. My name is Mila. You and your exquisite dark body now belong to me.” With that she thrust her hips down, forcing his cock into her. She felt hot and tight, her pussy claiming his cock as if she owned it and him. There was a moment of certainty when he knew, even bound as he was, he possessed the power to force her to release him. Yet he lay bound and captive as she rode him, struggling to enjoy what was happening. The woman above him moaned. “By the goddess, you have a mighty weapon, my handsome, dark one. So thick, hot, and hard… so delicious.” As she rode him, she caressed him with eager hands. She pressed her large breasts against his chest. He found himself staring up into her lust filled eyes. Her
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narrow, pink lips were but a breath away. Her gaze dropped down to his mouth. She licked her lips. He stiffened. “Do not attempt to kiss me.” She paused. “I have never kissed such full, lush looking lips. The urge to drink of your mouth is unbearable. I must have a kiss.” “No!” Rage knotted in the pit of his stomach. “Do not kiss me!” he warned, making his voice low and menacing. He tensed and he glared up at her, willing her not to touch her mouth to his. She shivered and pressed her lips against his cheek. Certain she would not attempt to kiss him again, he closed his eyes and tried to remember who he was, as woman after woman mounted and satisfied herself on his cock. When the last woman climbed off him, he looked down. His cock was still erect and he had not experienced a moment of satisfaction. He frowned. Whoever he was, did he have a different preference? The thought of mating with another male did not stir his passions, yet neither had any of these many women. He suspected he would have much to learn before he found a way out of his sexual servitude.
Chapter One There was no denying it: his cock was a thing of beauty. It protruded from his big, well-muscled body like a proud, wild beast… long, dark, and thick, with a big purple angry looking head. The sight of it created strange longings in Sierra… longings she had thought beneath her. She glanced up at the face of the man to whom this work of sensual beauty belonged. As was the custom, he wore a slave’s mask which covered everything except his dark green eyes. As befitted a rutting slave, he was naked, his big, dark, muscular body exposed so all in the market might see what a fine and impressive cock he possessed. Caronae, her servant and friend, looked at her, arching a brow. “He is an impressive specimen. Yes?” She turned her gaze to the masked man beside the first rutter. The second male was tall and slender with pale, blond hair, and a much smaller, almost friendly looking cock. Although intrigued by the bigger man standing so defiantly in front of them, Sierra shook her head. The thought of that dark, thick monster forcing its way into her virgin body night after night did not bear contemplating. “I feel very little sexual desire.” “Yes, and that is why we are here. Had you done your duty and taken lovers as custom dictated when you reached your majority five years ago, we would not need to be here,” Caronae reminded her. Sierra cast her gaze skyward. Why could no one understand her music was the one and only driving passion in her life? Why had the goddess forsaken her by allowing her to be the first and only daughter of the ruling matriarch with all the distasteful obligations such a position entailed?
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“Nevertheless, I will not require a rutter with a sword that size to break me. He looks angry and insolent and his rutting would interfere with my music. If I must, I will take the pale one with the slender dick.” “Are you sure, Lady Sierra?” The dark rutter’s owner, Mila, cupped his huge organ in her small hand, stroking it almost lovingly. “He is capable of dispensing considerable pleasure with this beauty.” Watching Mila, Sierra felt a tingle between her legs. She moistened her lips, trying to dismiss a sudden mental picture of herself lying on her back with her legs spread wide while this tall, dark, majestic rutter knelt between her knees, ready to stab his cock deep into her. Realizing the woman still spoke, she gave a small shake of her head and turned her attention back to the slave. “This is Thorne. As you can see, he has an immense sexual organ. He can break even the most untried virgins and turn them into seasoned bond mates in a matter of weeks… sometimes days, greatly increasing their worth. He has broken in all three of my daughters in a three week period.” She smiled. “All three are now suitably mated.” Mila paused, a faint flush covering her fair cheeks, and Sierra suspected Thorne had also broken in his mistress. “Look closely at his organ. Or, if I may be frank, his cock. It is not only long and thick, but it remains hard up to fifteen hours a day. And should the need arise, he produces enough seed to fertilize the most unfertile pussy.” Sierra glanced at the rutter’s balls. They were big and appeared to be heavy with seed… surely more than her pussy could contain. It would seep out of her and trickle down her leg in an obscene manner. Dragging her gaze away from the slave’s cock, she turned her attention back to the fair, slender blond beside him. “I’ll have that one.” “Why?” Caronae demanded. “This one won’t interfere with my music.”
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Caronae’s dark eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared slightly. “The time when you could afford to devote yourself solely to your music has passed, Sierra. You have a duty to our people!” Caronae spoke sharply and turned and nodded at Mila. “We’ll take the dark one with the big cock.” Sierra sucked in an angry breath. “Caronae! I insist you follow my orders! I will not have that big brute rutting into me night after night! I will take the pale one.” Caronae swung around to stare at her. “I am your loyal servant, but do not make the mistake of challenging my authority in this matter, Sierra. I have to deliver you to Drakon a seasoned, experienced bond mate. You have behaved so irresponsibly for so long you will now require intensive and frequent rutting to prepare you for bonding. That slender prick will not do the job. Even as he was rutting into you, your mind would be on your music. But when the other is inside you, you will think only of his large, powerful weapon and what it is doing to your body. There is too much at stake to allow you to choose unwisely.” “Caronae --” “Do not interfere again,” Caronae warned and turned to Mila. “We will take the one with the huge dick.” The rutter turned his head and looked at Sierra, his dark green gaze narrowed. She realized that he did not enjoy his station. He had no wish to rut in her. If that were the case, maybe they could strike a bargain that would be mutually beneficial. “He is one of those rutters who will fight,” she told Caronae. Her gaze on his tool, Caronae nodded. “All the better. If he doesn’t cooperate, we will enjoy breaking him and when we have, he will live for the time when he might spend just a moment rutting into you. We will take his dick and make it yours… whether he enjoys it or not is of little consequence.” Caronae’s lack of concern for the rutter’s feelings triggered a sense of rebellion in Sierra. No one cared what the rutter wanted or needed, just as no one cared that she had no wish to do her “duty” to her people at the expense of her own happiness.
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She had not asked to be born into the ruling family of Bluhari any more than this slave -- this rutter -- had asked for his lot in life. She had it within her power to provide a measure of protection for him. In return, he could pretend to break her in. If he upheld his end of the bargain, she would do her best to free him when she became Drakon’s bond mate. Mindful of the protocol the present situation required, she rose from her seat and walked over to the rutter. “I am Sierra Leoned, your mistress.” Looking up into his eyes she reached out and grasped his cock. She sucked in a breath as her fingers closed around his thick, hard, warm flesh. A jolt shot up her arm and danced through her. Moisture rushed between her legs. She looked down. The contrast of his dark flesh encased in her pale fingers made the muscles in her stomach clench. She had to swallow several times before she found her voice. “From this moment on, you and your weapon belong to me, rutter.” “I belong to no one,” he said. “Remove your hand.” His deep, commanding voice sent a new tingle through her, touching something buried deep inside. She released his cock and stepped back. “You have spirit, rutter. It is unfortunate that it must be broken.” “Lady Sierra, I feel I must point out that he is not for sale… just for rent,” Mila reminded. “He is my livelihood. No doubt you have heard of Thorne, the premier rutter in all Bluhari. In the last year alone, he has broken in bond mates for nearly everyone of high consequence. I will rent him to you, but once you are broken, he must be returned. Please don’t attempt to break his spirit. My clients love that he is… surly.” Sierra, watching the play of emotions in his dark eyes, determined that Thorne’s life as a rutter would end with her. No one should be forced to rut if he did not wish it. Bluhari society should be too enlightened to allow such barbaric behavior. There were legions of rutters who enjoyed their work. Why force an unwilling male into such an arrangement? But she had learned to keep her own counsel. She inclined her head. “It will be as you say, Mila.” She turned to look at Caronae. “You will handle the details?”
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“Of course.” “One other thing, Lady Sierra. Don’t try to kiss him.” Sierra’s gaze flew to his chiseled, yet full and sensuous mouth. She parted and moistened her own lips. Kissing was not something she enjoyed, but the thought of touching her mouth to his dark lips intrigued her. “Why not?” “Although surly, he is not dangerous… unless one attempts to kiss him. He absolutely refuses to be kissed. I must have your word that you will not attempt to kiss him.” “Kissing him is not necessary,” Caronae said. “We are interested in his cock, not his lips.” Even as Caronae offered the assurances, Sierra locked her gaze on his mouth. Despite Caronae’s words, she knew she was going to have to taste his lips before she freed him. “Then rest assured he will thoroughly break and train Lady Sierra. By the time he is returned to me, she will have acquired a rampant hunger for cock that will in turn revive his Lordship Drakon’s lust for pussy. In no time at all, their union will be blessed with royal offspring.” A picture of Drakon formed in Sierra’s mind. Tall, blond, blue-eyed, and of slim build, he did nothing to arouse her almost non-existent sexual passions. Nor did she stir his sexual emotions. The thought of leaving here to live with Drakon in his palace beyond the desert sent a chill of fear and loathing through her. But as Caronae constantly reminded her, she must do her duty to her people. “I’ll leave the arrangements to you, Caronae. I want to return home to work on my latest composition.” Caronae’s eyes narrowed. “Your song can wait. Return home and get ready for your first encounter with him. When we arrive, I will expect to find you in your chambers, naked and ready for your first taste of cock.” Sierra tossed her head, sending her long hair whipping around her bare shoulders. No matter what her mother or Caronae said, she would not accept this big,
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surly brute. Still, as her Matron charged with preparing her for the bonding that would fortify the fragile peace between Sierra’s people and Drakon’s, Caronae wielded a level of power in the palace that was second only to Sierra’s mother, Her Highness Aquee. Sierra inclined her head coolly. “As you wish.” She moved over to her personal transport. The door slid open and she stepped inside, settling back against the dark, lush seat, which quickly contoured to her body. She looked out the window and encountered the gaze of the rutter… Thorne. She looked away from the anger in his gaze, allowing her attention to linger on his cock. Her heart thumped as she thought of that huge organ forcing its way into her. He would bruise and tear her flesh until she could barely walk. She pressed her knees close together. “Take me back to the palace,” she told her driver. “Yes, Lady Sierra.” As her transport flew a few feet above the desert sands, she pulled down the back of the seat in front of her and used it as a desk. Emptying her mind of everything but her music, she worked on her latest song on her portable communicator. She had been working on this particular composition, called “Song of Desire,” for several months. Although the opening possessed a fire and passion that made her pussy tingle, she couldn’t seem to move beyond the middle to the ending. After several long minutes of staring at the words and music playing on her small screen, she gave up and sat back, frustrated. It was difficult to master such a piece when she felt so little sexual desire. Yet, within the year, she must bond and mate with Drakon and hopefully bear him a daughter who would one day rule their combined lands. If the goddess was kind, she would produce several females in quick succession and then be left in peace to pursue her music. Before that could happen, she would have to be broken in. No self-respecting male of Drakon’s lineage would accept a mate who was not an accomplished lover. Her
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thoughts turned to Thorne. That afternoon Caronae would expect him to begin rutting into her. Her transport stopped in front of a large stone building surrounded by a high, beautifully ornamental black scroll fence. The gate slid open and they shot inside, coming to a quiet stop in front of the huge stone steps of the palace. One of her mother’s royal guards opened the transport door. “Lady Sierra, Castle Aquee rejoices at your safe return.” He lowered his head and bowed as she descended. She smiled. “Thank you, Trustan. Is my father home?” “Lord Borika is away.” She sighed. Oh, well, speaking to her father wouldn’t change things. Although her father indulged her, her mother headed the family and their small kingdom. Still, when she was hurt or upset, her father was always willing to listen and often incurred Aquee’s wrath by speaking on Sierra’s behalf. “Miss Bria is waiting in your chambers, Lady Sierra.” “Bria is here?” Lifting her long white skirts, Sierra ran up the steps. The huge oak doors slid open as she approached. She hurried inside, turned right, and ran down a long corridor with doors on both sides. At the end of the passage a pale cream colored door slid inward, and she rushed into her private chambers. The room’s only occupant stood staring at a bondage swing that had not been there when Sierra left. One of her dresser tops was littered with lotions, gels, and various spanking implements. Bria turned to face Sierra, a question in her dark eyes. “My, aren’t you going to have an adventure tonight?” Sierra frowned, her lips tightening. “How can you be so amused when my world is falling apart?” The small smile playing around Bria’s lips vanished. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You know I’m just teasing. So? How’d it go?” Sierra considered her friend in silence, shaking off a familiar twinge of envy. Bria was everything Sierra longed to be. Tall and exquisitely shaped with rich, smooth, dark skin the color of Sierra’s favorite cocoa drink, deep brown eyes, an enchanting smile,
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and long sable interlocked braids that curled around her beautiful face. Sierra often thought it a trick of fate that she had been born of Aquee instead of Bria, who carried herself with all the grace and charm of one born to rule. More, Bria possessed an inner fire and sexual passion that would require very little rutting before she would make a fit choice for any royal seeking a mate. Sierra sighed, pulling off her traveling clothes until she stood in the flesh colored bodysuit she wore when in her private chambers. “Caronae rented this big brute who will rip into me starting tonight!” “What does he look like?” “He’s very handsome… at least he has these… strange colored green eyes that sort of look right through you into your soul. He has very smooth, dark skin and he’s so… muscular.” “Muscular, huh? All over?” She nodded. “And his cock?” “By the goddess, Bria, it’s thick and long and seems to go on forever!” “Forever?” Bria wet her lips. “He sounds… delicious.” “Delicious? Oh, Bria, it’s going to be awful feeling that… that weapon tearing into me.” “What’s his name? It wouldn’t be Thorne by any chance, would it?” She nodded. “Yes. How did you know?” “Because he and that ‘weapon’ of his are legendary.” “He is?” “Yes. You’d know that if you’d cultivate an interest in something besides your music.” Sierra tossed her head, annoyed that Bria, of all people, didn’t understand how important her music was. “My music is my life.” Bria gave her an irreverent grin. “Trust me, Sierra, you get with the right man, and your pussy will become your life.”
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“How can you say that when you know how miserable the thought of mating leaves me?” “Sierra, there are other things in life that are even more satisfying than making music.” Sierra frowned. “More satisfying than music? Like what?” Bria smiled. “Like mating. With the right partner it can be an incredibly erotic and emotional experience… and so very satisfying. I know you royals have come to think of it as a necessary and burdensome duty to be avoided for as long as possible, but with the right partner it can become what you live for.” Sierra stared at Bria. Although not of royal blood, Bria came from a respectable, if somewhat impoverished, family. “Have you mated before?” She noted tiny fires burning deep within Bria’s eyes. “Yes. Of course.” “And have you found this right partner?” Bria averted her gaze. “I’ve had some partners that made mating more than just pleasant.” She tilted her head. “But?” Bria moistened her lips. “But the one partner I desire above all others is someone I can never have.” The longing in Bria’s voice made her ache for her oldest friend. “Who is he? Perhaps there is something I or Aquee can do to facilitate a bonding.” Bria sighed and met her gaze, a sad smile on her face. “Unlike many other royals, you have always been kind and compassionate, Sierra. I thank you for your concern, but he is not someone Her Highness would consider me fit to even spend an evening with.” “But who is he? Perhaps I --” She shook her head. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” A sudden smile warmed her face. “Of course, if you really want to be a friend, you could share that luscious Thorne with me.” Sierra blinked at her. “You want to mate with him?”
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“Oh, yes! If his mistress’s fees weren’t so high, I’d have rented him for at least one night. The thought of feeling his big cock sliding into me sends chills of absolute lust all through me.” “Is he the man you’re interested in? Because if he is, once he’s ruined me, I can’t see any reason why I can’t make a present of him to you,” she said, forgetting her pledge to free Thorne in the face of her best friend’s desire. “I’d love to spend a night with him, but he’s not the man in question.” She looked at her watch. “It’s getting late. I’d better go. If Caronae finds me here holding you up, she’ll have my hide. Don’t worry about tonight, even though you probably won’t enjoy it. If he’s half as good as I’ve heard, the night will come when you’ll rip off your clothes and pull him down onto your bed, between your legs, and gush with lust as he pushes into your pussy.” Sierra blushed at the imagery Bria’s words conjured in her mind. Most well-born Arians considered words such as pussy, cunt, dick, and cock too crude to be used in polite company. Nevertheless, when she used the words in her songs, even those of royal birth in the audience rose and applauded with wild enthusiasm. Still, the thought of Thorne lying between her legs, forcing that thick, dark cock between the folds of her sex and deep into her pussy, sent a rush of heat all through her. Bria touched her hand. “It will be all right. I know it will.” “How?” “You can’t write all those songs filled with lust and sexual fire if you didn’t have it in you to be a woman in every sense of the word. There is a sexual passion buried deep inside, waiting for the right man to set it to blazing out of control.” Even as she shook her head, the memory of Thorne’s beautiful cock sent a rush of moisture between her legs. She frowned, disturbed by the ease with which thoughts of him triggered such responses in her. “If you get the opportunity, allow him to rut in your ass.” Sierra’s cheeks burned. “My… But he’d split me open!”
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Bria laughed. “No, he won’t. And Sierra… ass rutting is so… good. When it’s done right, your thighs quiver uncontrollably, your pussy pulses, and you just about lose your mind when you come.” Sierra swallowed hard, aware of her nipples tightening as she listened to Bria. “I… I don’t think I could do that.” Bria smiled. “Trust me… once you get past the pain, you’ll love it… and even the pain is sweet. Before you are stuck with Drakon and while you have the chance, take every opportunity to fully explore every form of mating possible. It will give a new and even more forceful creative edge to your music.” Sierra moistened her lips, intrigued by the sensual picture Bria’s words conjured in her head. “I’d better go, but toss your fears aside and meet this Thorne with an open mind, ready to learn the full joys of mating.” Bria squeezed her hand. “What I wouldn’t give to watch you mate with him.” At first shocked by the thought, Sierra allowed it to linger. She shared almost everything with Bria. Why not a man she cared nothing about? She shrugged. “Why don’t you?”
Chapter Two Halfway to the door, Bria turned back to look at her. “Why don’t I what?” “Watch me and him? Or better yet, why don’t you join us?” Bria stared at her. “Are you serious?” Sierra nodded, her thoughts on the songs she would compose having witnessed and even participated in a ménage à trois. “Yes. Let’s do it.” “Caronae would never agree to that.” Sierra shrugged. “So we won’t tell her. You can leave by the entry doors and then come ’round to my private garden bath. Use the clearance codes I gave you and come in. We’ll share him.” Bria moistened her lips and nodded quickly. “Yes… if you’re sure.” “I am.” “Then I’ll see you in a little while.” “Good.” As Bria reached the door, it slid silently open and a tall man with thick light brown hair and dark blue eyes entered. Bria came to an abrupt halt, pressing a hand against her breasts. “Soren!” He smiled. “Hi, Bria. Leaving?” “Yes. I have to.” Soren stood aside. Instead of continuing out the door, Bria stood staring up at him, her teeth piercing her bottom lip, her breathing shallow. He frowned. “Is something wrong, Bria?” “No. I…” Bria turned to look at her and Sierra saw tiny lights of agitation burning in her friend’s eyes. “If I’d known you were here I wouldn’t have come!”
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Soren closed a hand around Bria’s arm. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She lifted her chin. “What the hell do you think it means?” They glared at each other in silence for several moments before Bria slipped her free arm around him and slapped him on his ass. “That your tight ass needs to be fucked!” “What the fuck?” As Sierra watched, Bria pressed her breasts against Soren’s chest and stared up into his startled gaze. “What the fuck indeed?” She licked her lips before moving around him to walk out of the room. Soren watched the door slide closed behind her before he turned to face Sierra, his dark eyes narrowed. “What the hell is wrong with her? Why does she always go dashing off the moment I come into a room as if I were a sexual leper?” He leveled a finger at her. “And don’t tell me I’m too sensitive. I’m sick and tired of her treating me like shit in my own house.” She sighed. She and Bria were both five years older than Soren. As a young child and teenager, he and Bria had been on friendly terms. But the last few years, since Soren had turned twenty-two, he and Bria had taken a marked dislike to each other. Noting Soren’s uneven breathing, she studied his flushed face. Meeting her gaze, he swore softly and crossed his hands in front of his body. But not before she saw that he was aroused. She considered him in silence for several moments before speaking. “I think she’s having difficulties, Soren.” He frowned. “What kind?” “Why are you so interested?” He shrugged, raking a hand through his hair. “Who says I am interested? I’m just tired of her endless shit.” Was he tired of the open hostility between them or did he desire to mate with her? “So? How are things with Reni?”
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His lips compressed and he shook his head angrily. “I’m not going to have her climbing all over me. You have to talk to Aquee, Sierra. I have no desire to mate with Reni.” She sighed. “Soren, I would help if I could, but I’m hardly in a position. We are both required to mate and bond for the good of our people. Reni is one of the best breeders in all Bluhari. You know that Jadia will not accept a virgin consort.” “I have no desire to bond with Jadia. She leaves me colder than Reni does.” “As Drakon leaves me, but we do not have the luxury of bonding with people of our own choosing. At least, in your case, it will not happen until after Drakon and I are bonded.” “I want to devote my time to the games, not spend valuable game time in the arms of a woman I have no desire for trying to make babies that will then have no say in their own lives.” She touched his arm. “We have no choice, Soren.” “Yes we do. I’m not going to be forced into a bonding I don’t want and can never enjoy. I’m leaving Bluhari.” She caught her breath, squeezing his arm. “Don’t talk like that. You know Aquee will not allow that.” “I wasn’t planning to ask her permission.” She gaped at him, surprised at the passion she saw in his gaze. “As fond of you as she is, she will not allow you to defy her in that way.” “Again, I don’t plan to ask her permission. I will be damned if I’ll mate with anyone I don’t want.” She sighed. Sometimes Soren could try her patience. “I have to get ready for the rutter Caronae is bringing home. Promise me you won’t do anything rash until we can talk.” He looked down at her, concern in his eyes. “I was hovering at the market place. I saw him. Are you going to be all right?”
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She nodded. “Yes. He can control and tame my body, but my mind will remain mine. As long as that is true, no one can truly force anything on me I do not wish. So promise.” “I do.” He bent and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She nodded and watched him go. Alone in her chambers, she stood staring out at the expanse of her private garden where Bria would conceal herself. After the rutter finished with her, she would retire there to recover her spirits and allow Bria to enjoy the rest of the evening with him. Her chamber door slid open. She turned. Caronae stood there, a disapproving look on her face. “You’re not ready.” She lifted her chin. “This is as ready as I intend to get.” Caronae narrowed her gaze. “So be it. He will take you unprepared.” She stepped aside. The rutter stood behind her, his mask removed, revealing even, chiseled features. He was naked and aroused. Why was he aroused? Was it her imagination or was he even bigger than she’d thought? Tearing her gaze away from his groin, she saw his dark green eyes flashing at her from a face that was as arresting as it was handsome. Caronae looked at the rutter. “Take her… by force if necessary.” He stepped into the chamber. As the door slid closed, he walked toward her. Sierra took a deep breath and backed away until the wall blocked further retreat. She shook her head, leveling a finger at him. “Do you know who I am?” “Yes.” “Then you stay away from me. I do not wish to be touched by you.” He continued moving slowly across the room. “I have no wish to touch you, but I have even less wish to remain a rutter.” He stopped just a cock length from her, staring down into her eyes. “Your mother has promised me my freedom for breaking you in quickly.” She could feel the heat and hardness of his cock through the thin, sensitive layer of her catsuit pressing against her stomach. Breathing became difficult. “I… if you know
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who I am, you know I will unite and rule over two kingdoms. If you leave me alone, I will see that you need never rut again.” “You mother will see that I never need rut again if I break you in quickly so that your bonding may take place quicker,” he countered. She moistened her lips. “Please… you’ll tear me up inside.” He shook his head. “I have no wish to hurt or injure you. I will be as gentle as possible.” Sierra released a relieved breath as the garden door slid open, and Bria, in all her dark, naked glory walked into the room. “Why don’t I join you and together we can show her how it’s done?” Sierra watched Thorne’s gaze move slowly over her friend’s body. “Who are you?” Allowing her hips to sway side to side, Bria walked over to him and linked her arms around his neck. “Sierra and I are best friends. We share everything.” She slid her hand down to his cock. “Before you tear into her with this black beauty of yours, it goes here first,” she whispered, rubbing the big head of his cock against her dark pubic triangle. “You’re in for a treat tonight, Thorne. First you get to fuck an appreciative, experienced lover, then you get your first taste of the royal, virgin cunt.” He made a small, incoherent sound just before his big hands closed over Bria’s waist. He lifted her off her feet, looked around the room, and strolled over to the mating swing. Bria linked her arms around his neck as he positioned her in the swing so that her ass cheeks, although surrounded with leather, hung free. Her long, dark legs were wide spread, revealing her pussy. He adjusted the swing until her cunt was on the same level as his rampant cock. Then he moved between her legs. Aware of a tingling in her pussy, Sierra rushed across the room and stood at an angle from them, her heart racing. Thorne’s big hands covered Bria’s breasts.
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Bria sighed softly. “Oh, yes. That feels nice. Now I want to feel something even nicer.” Her fingers closed around his cock and brought it to her entrance. “Give it to me,” she ordered. “All of it.” Bria turned her head and smiled at her. “Come closer so you can watch it go into me.” Sierra moved forward. The swing had no sides so she got an excellent view. As she watched Thorne’s long, dark cock slide slowly between Bria’s legs and into her pussy, her own cunt filled with moisture. Although they both had dark skin, Bria’s skin tone was several shades lighter than his and the contrast of the light against dark created a delicious thrill in Sierra. Bria grunted when Thorne stood between her legs with his cock fully embedded in her. “Hmmm. By the goddess, you feel so good.” She linked her arms around his neck, arched her back, and began moving along his length. Sierra’s knees buckled and she knelt, her gaze locked on the sight of Thorne’s smooth shaft sliding in and out of Bria’s pussy. Within seconds, his cock glistened with Bria’s fluids. Sierra licked her lips and lifted her hands to her breasts, her pussy aching. Bria turned her head and looked at her. “Does watching me taking this big cock excite you?” Sierra nodded silently, pinching her nipples, her breathing erratic. Bria smiled. “Move under the swing and lick his cock as it slides in and out of me.” Sierra, at the mercy of her throbbing pussy, knelt close to the swing. She slid down the zipper at her crotch, hesitated, not sure what to do with her hands. Bria reached down to touch one of her hands. “Hold my ass,” she moaned as Thorne slid back inside her. Moving behind her, Sierra placed her hands on Bria’s firm flesh. She dipped her middle finger in her pussy to get it nice and wet and then parted the pretty brown cheeks. Then surrendering to a primal urge, she pressed the finger against Bria’s puckered rear end.
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Bria grunted and shoved her hips backwards. As her finger slid inside her friend, she leaned forward and pressed soft, hesitant kisses against the warm, round cheeks. “Oh, yes, Sierra! That feels good.” After a moment, Sierra could feel Thorne’s cock moving inside Bria’s pussy against her finger. The smell of sex filled her nostrils, making her almost dizzy. With her pussy dripping, she abandoned Bria’s ass and repositioned herself so she knelt directly under the lower bodies of the mating couple. When Thorne withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside, she slid her tongue along his length. The taste of his pre-cum mixed with Bria’s warm, pungent pussy juices inflamed her senses. Moaning, she cupped her hands over Thorne’s tight butt and greedily licked him. When he slid balls deep in Bria, Sierra turned her attention to her friend and licked and nipped at the bottom of her exposed pussy. Her attentions seemed to heighten the lovers’ pleasure. Within moments Thorne was surging into Bria with such speed and force her entire body shook. They both shouted, shuddered together, and then came. Sierra kept her lips pressed over the bottom of their locked genitals, eager to share in their pleasure. When Thorne stopped shuddering and eased out of Bria, Sierra, driven by urges she couldn’t deny, slid around him on her knees and pressed a kiss against the head of his still erect cock. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste of him, coated with an intoxicating mixture of cum and pussy juice. He groaned and gently drew her to her feet. Bria climbed out of the swing. She slapped Sierra on her ass. “Your turn,” she whispered, sliding her fingers into Sierra’s pussy. “Oh, Sierra, you’re going to love his wonderful cock. Enjoy him, and I’ll see you tomorrow. All right?” Confused by the turn her relationship with Bria had taken, she nodded, mutely. She’d never had much of a sex drive and certainly had never expected to be attracted to another female. She wasn’t sexually attracted to Bria, yet she had enjoyed what they’d just shared.
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“Tomorrow when you’ve recovered and are alone, I have a secret I need to share with you.” She nodded again. Bria smiled and pressed a warm kiss against her lips. “Until tomorrow.” Bria’s lips were so warm and demanding, she found herself responding. Bria drew away from her, pinched her nipples, and walked out the garden exit. Sierra stared after her, stunned. Thorne swept her into his arms. “Wait!” She shoved against him, but when her palms touched his hard, muscular chest, she felt shivers all through her body. She gasped and jerked her hands away from him, fearful of what was about to happen. “Put me down.” “I’m going to carry you to the bed and enter you slowly. If you do not resist, it will hurt less.” Crossing the room to the bed, he sat her on her feet and quickly undressed her. She stood shivering before him, naked, afraid, and yet aroused. The green eyes which had only held anger before now held a look that sent a shiver down her spine. His gaze moved quickly over her. Although she was slender, her breasts were large and firm, her legs long. Bria had told her, as white folk went, she had a nice enough rear end, too. Thorne stroked his palms over her butt and a pleasant tingle danced along her spine. As if it had a mind of its own, her body arched into his. With his hands still over her ass, he pulled her against him. He ground his groin against hers and Sierra shuddered. Staring down into her eyes, he slowly rotated his hips so she felt his cock pressing warm and hard against her pubic hair, in search of her opening. Her lips quivered apart and her hands slid up his chest to link around his neck. She rose onto her toes, rubbing herself against his length, her entire body feeling as if it were one gigantic nerve center in search of the physical fulfillment she suspected awaited her at the end of his cock. He moved his hips gently forward.
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She parted her legs, her pussy wet and filled with an ache she had often written of in her songs, but never expected to actually experience. He bent his knees, pulling her hips closer. The big head of his cock brushed against her wet outer folds and her pussy flooded. The need inside her became unbearable. The union she had feared earlier became the thing she desired most. She reached between their bodies, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and pressed the head against her entrance. “Please…” she begged, her voice low and needy. “Do it now… before I lose my courage.” He laid her on the bed. Leaning over her, he slid his big hands down her thighs to part her legs. The breath caught in her throat. Her heart hammered against her chest as his long fingers probed her wet folds, parting them to reveal her pussy. He slipped a finger inside her, thrusting gently. “Ooooh!” Shocked at the pleasant sensation his finger caused, she quickly closed her legs, fearful he would remove it. He sat on the side of the bed and continued to probe inside her. His other hand moved to caress and stroke her breasts, making her nipples pebble. She felt hot and cold in quick succession and hungry to feel his cock replacing his finger. He shifted on the bed and bent his head. His warm, firm lips closed over her breast and a delicious chill shook her. She closed her eyes, cupping her hands over his head, raking her fingers through his short, kinky hair. “Ooooh!” He bit and nibbled at one breast before burning a path across her chest to suck the other nipple into his mouth. While keeping his fingers stroking her pussy, he pressed his thumb against her clit. The world tilted around her. He kissed his way down her body from her breasts. His tongue pressed against her clit as he thrust a third finger inside her. “Ooooh! Ooooh!” Her back arched and she came all over his fingers, sobbing at the intensely sweet feelings surging through her. Moving his tongue from her clit, he settled his mouth over her and licked and sucked at her as she came. Purring with delight, she wrapped her legs around him and
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thrust her pussy against his lips. Slipping his big palms under her ass, he shifted, licked her until another, unexpected explosion detonated in her pussy and spread through her entire body. As the last shiver danced along her spine, she moaned and collapsed against the bed. Her legs fell away from him. Happy and sensually satisfied, she turned onto her side and slept.
Chapter Three Thorne stood over the bed, his cock hard, his passions roused, uncertain how to proceed. There was nothing stopping him from turning her onto her back, parting her legs, and thrusting his cock into her. By the time she woke, he’d have half his cock already buried between the pretty, soft pink folds of her virgin pussy. A shudder shook him and he closed his eyes, imagining the sight of his dark length protruding from her slender, pale body. Opening his eyes, he caressed her breasts. When her nipples hardened, he climbed onto the bed and knelt. He eased her onto her back and parted her legs, his aching cock inches from her entrance… her pussy… soon to be his pussy. The lecherous thought shocked him. His pussy? He frowned. Was he losing sight of his goal here? It wasn’t a pursuit of pleasure. It was to break her in and earn his freedom. He grasped his cock and slid the head along the length of her slit. To his surprise, he had enjoyed fucking her friend. But that pleasure paled in comparison to the jolt of lust and desire he felt at the brief contact with Sierra’s pussy. For the first time since he’d awakened on this planet, he felt a need to fuck a particular female… this soft, pretty, pale blonde waiting to be made a woman. His woman. His woman? Thorne shook his head and rose from the bed, shocked at the possessive thought. Although he still did not know who he was, he suspected he had more important things to consider than satisfying the unexpected lust this woman inspired in him. He needed time to clear his head and regain his emotional equilibrium before he saw her again. Ignoring the aching cock bobbing against his belly, he turned and quickly left the room.
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The next afternoon, Sierra lay in her garden hot tub enjoying the warmth of the sun on her wet skin. Anticipating the coming evening with Thorne, she parted her legs, tilting her hips. Stimulating jets of water hit her clit. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes. Imagining Thorne between her thighs, about to slide inside her, she slipped a finger into her pussy. The jets, combined with her thrusting finger, sent a flood of pleasure through her. Nice. She lifted her free hand, pinching her nipples. In the midst of her heightened pleasure, her fingers were pulled from her pussy. She opened her eyes, looked up, and gave a little gasp. Bria stood in the hot tub above her. Not only was she naked, but a thick, medium-sized erect cock jutted in front of her from the dark triangle of her black pubic hair. She closed her legs, her heart pounding. “Bria?” Bria smiled and rotated her hips, causing her cock to bob. “This is the surprise I wanted to share with you.” As Sierra gaped up at her, Bria knelt in front of her. Sierra caught her lips between her teeth, hesitated, and then parted her legs again. Bria moved between her legs. Leaning forward so that her breasts pressed against Sierra’s, she thrust her hips forward. Sierra gasped as the thick head of Bria’s hard length parted her wet folds and lodged just inside her. Bria touched her cheek. “Shall I stop or do you want more?” Her pussy aching, Sierra parted her lips and whispered, “More.” Smiling, Bria thrust her hips forward. A sharp, fleeting pain sliced through Sierra as Bria’s cock tore through her hymen on its way to claiming her pussy. Pressing forward, Bria sank her entire thick length into Sierra’s pussy, resting her weight on her.
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“Ooooh!” Sierra cried, thrusting her hips forward, enjoying the feeling of having her pussy slowly stretched by Bria’s thick cock. “Ooh, Bria!” Bria licked her breasts. “Do you like how this feels?” “Oh, yes!” She lifted her hands to stroke the sides of Bria’s breasts. Bria lifted her head, smiling down at her. “I knew you’d like dick once you had some.” “Oh, yes! Yes, I like it!” She moaned, shuddering as Bria thrust deep and hard into her no longer virginal pussy. “I like it too. You have a tight, wet pussy… it feels so good around my dick.” “Ooooh…” She closed her fingers over Bria’s ass and pressed her hips against her friend’s, eagerly meeting each downward thrust of Bria’s hard cock slicing through her. “Ooooh.” “Let me taste those sweet lips again.” Sierra eagerly lifted her chin. Bria slipped her palms under Sierra’s ass and kissed her breathless as she slowly fucked her pussy. Waves of bliss washed over Sierra and she moaned against Bria’s warm, demanding lips as she came. Sliding her hands to her waist to hold her lower body still, Bria transferred her mouth to Sierra’s breast and fucked her hard and fast until she groaned and came, filling Sierra’s pussy with cum. They lay with their lower bodies still joined for several moments before they spoke. “That was nice,” Sierra whispered. Bria laughed. “It was more than nice. You have a tight, hot pussy.” “You have a nice, thick cock.” “Actually, it’s called a woman dick.” Sierra giggled. “Whatever you call it, it feels very nice inside me.” “We should have done this a long time ago.” “Yes,” she echoed, squeezing her pussy around Bria’s thick dick. “I’m glad my first time was with you.” “It was a first for me too.”
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“You’ve never had pussy before?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve never wanted any… until now with you.”
“I’m flattered.”
“You should be. I was saving my dick for someone else.”
“Who?”
“Soren.”
Sierra blinked. “Soren? But he doesn’t like cock.”
Bria moved her hips, thrusting gently inside Sierra’s pussy. She grinned when
Sierra moaned with pleasure. “That’s what you thought until you felt mine in you.” “True,” she acknowledged, clutching Bria’s tight ass. “Didn’t I tell you there was something better than music? Wait until you feel Thorne’s cock pounding your pussy. Damn, Sierra, he’s going to make you almost lose your mind.” “I can hardly wait,” she admitted. “But for now, this pussy is all mine.” She rubbed her breasts against Bria’s. “And would that make this cock all mine?” “Oh, yeah,” Bria whispered. “My dick is all yours to enjoy.” They lay in the hot tub, still joined, kissing and moaning against each other’s lips when Sierra heard the soft whir of a door opening. Sierra opened her eyes. Thorne, naked and fully aroused, stood in the doorway, watching them with a narrowed gaze. Her cheeks burning, she pushed at Bria’s shoulders. The other woman pressed a gentle kiss against her lips before she eased her cock out of Bria’s pussy, and rose. Sierra watched the expression on Thorne’s face as his gaze was drawn to Bria’s dick. “You’re a Johnnie.” Bria nodded. “Yes.”
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“And you prefer women? Why aren’t you on Telmira?” Bria shook her head. “Despite how this looks, I prefer men, but I do have this.” She touched her dick. “This was the first time I’ve used it so I wanted to see how it felt to mate with a woman who happens to be my best friend.” “And?” “It was enjoyable, but I prefer to have a cock in me rather than having my dick in another female… unless that woman my dick is sliding into is Sierra.” Her pussy tingling, Sierra blushed. Bria touched Sierra’s cheek. “I wanted to make her introduction to you as painless as possible. And I… left Telmira when I was twelve… before my true nature could be discovered.” He nodded. “Understandable.” Sierra frowned, trying to recall everything she’d heard of the neighboring planet of Telmira. Like Bluhari, it was a female dominated society with a female ruling council. If memory served, a Johnnie was a female born with both sexual organs. highly prized in a society where female love flourished. Had she remained, Bria would surely have been the trophy lover of an older, wealthy woman. Bria studied Thorne’s face. “And you? Are you Telmiran?” He frowned, then nodded, almost reluctantly. “Why aren’t you on Telmira?” His brow furrowed. He shook his head slowly. “I have no idea.” He glanced at Sierra. “But right now I have other priorities.” Sierra’s heart raced with anticipation, eager to feel Thorne’s much longer and thicker cock invading her pussy. Thorne strolled forward and lifted Sierra out of the hot tub. He reached for a towel from the warmer and dried her off before he lifted her into his arms. She linked her arms around his neck, brushing her breasts against his chest. Bria touched Thorne’s cheek. “I know you’re charged with breaking her, but she’s my best friend and I’d love to stay.”
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He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” “We can do her together,” she suggested. Sierra trembled with lust at the thought. Thorne’s arms tightened around her. She lifted her head and saw a gleam in his eyes. “Maybe, but first I want some pussy.” He sounded almost surprised. Sierra tightened her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bed and stretched her out on her back. Feeling greedy for pleasure, she parted her legs, exposing her pussy to his green-eyed gaze. “Fuck me!”
Thorne stood over the bed, staring down at Sierra. Although slender, her pale body possessed large, firm breasts he was looking forward to sucking as he fucked her. Her legs were long and slender. Her ass was round and pleasing. Her hips curved in a way that made his hands ache to hold them. For the first time since he had awakened in this strange place, he was finally able to dismiss his fear that he preferred males to females. Of all the women who had impaled themselves on his cock, none had roused even the least interest in him. Well… he glanced over his shoulder to look at Bria. He had indeed enjoyed fucking the tall, beautiful, voluptuous woman. Her tight pussy had primed his desire and given him hope that he did not prefer men. Finding her lying with her woman dick buried to the hilt inside Sierra’s pussy made him instantly hard and… jealous. Because of the consideration he had shown Sierra the night before and his own confusion about who he was, he had missed the opportunity to be the first to mate with her. Nevertheless, he felt a somewhat disturbing hunger for this woman, who was ultimately destined for another man. He glanced down. As it often was when he was in the presence of females, his cock was fully erect. But for the first time, he actually felt mentally aroused and in need of coming. Who was he and why were these the only two women who had been able to rouse his sexual passions? But Sierra, in particular, had roused other feelings. His instructions had been to immediately take her virginity and get her used to taking and
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enjoying cock. Judging from the way she’d been kissing and clutching Bria’s ass when he arrived, she had already developed a hunger for cock. The night before, the thought of forcing his cock into her without her full permission and desire had sent a chill of revulsion through him. Although, as his job and Bluhari’s custom demanded, he had forcibly taken the virginity of more women than he could remember, he knew there was no power on the planet that could force him to treat this lovely, sweet woman in such a way… even if it meant losing his opportunity for freedom. “Fuck me! Please.” Her soft plea snapped him out of his reverie. With his cock hard and heavy between his legs, he leaned over her, hesitated, and then, unable to resist, he lifted her chin, and pressed a quick, greedy kiss against her soft, warm lips. At the contact with her lips, an elusive flash of memory teased his conscious mind before fleeing in the face of the desire and need driving him. She moaned against his mouth, taking his hand and sliding it between her legs. Her thighs were soft and damp from her earlier mating. Eager to fuck her, he slipped onto the bed, lying on his side, facing her. She rolled onto her side and moved forward until her pubic hair pressed against his cock. A jolt of desire too strong to resist shot down his cock. He gripped her by her hips and rolled them over. Holding her body just above his, he lay on his back with his legs parted, and his aching cock just inches from her pussy. The urge to bring her crashing down on him was difficult to resist. Although she was no longer a virgin, he was far bigger and thicker than Bria. To make their mating as comfortable as possible for her, he needed to get her wet and aroused before he attempted to enter her. She wiggled her hips and he felt several drops of her pussy juices drip onto his cock head to mix with the pre-cum seeping from him. She was already wet and as aroused as he was. Still, he feared his entry would bring her pain. But there was no longer any doubt he had to slide his cock inside her and be the first man to possess her.
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He brought her face closer to his. As their parted lips met, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, in search of hers. When he encountered the tip of her tongue a flood of desire overwhelmed him. Fumbling between their bodies, he grasped his cock, pressed it against her entrance, gripped her hips, and thrust upward. The head of his cock pushed between her outer lips and lodged just inside the warm, moist heat of her pussy. She moaned against his lips. The feel of her pussy and the soft sound sent a rush of hunger racing through him. He had to bury his cock in her -- now. He pulled down on her hips, forcing more of his length into the confines of her tight, wet pussy. She gasped, but pushed her hips downward. He paused briefly to nibble at her lips. She moaned softly. He closed his lips over one of her breasts and thrust further into her hot, wet passageway. “Ooooh!” She gasped and stiffened on him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Ooooh!” He forced himself to stop to give her time to adjust to the invasion of her pussy. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. The tip of her tongue pressed against the inside of her bottom lip as she stared down at him with a shocked look in her beautiful blue eyes. His gaze moved over her. Her nipples were hard and he felt her juices gushing around his cock. Giving into his sexual hunger, he tugged at her slender hips, slowly drawing her downward, driving several more inches of his cock into her. “Ooooh!” She bit her lip and pressed her hands against his shoulders. “Wait! Please.” He gritted his teeth and held himself still. Aching to plunge into her up to his balls, he released her hips and cupped his hands over her large, lovely breasts. He slowly fondled them, pressing his thumbs against her nipples.
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He felt some of the tension leave her. Keeping one hand over her breasts, he slid his hand over her flat belly to her pubic hair. He sent his thumb weaving through her soft curls. He found her clit and rubbed his thumb against it. “Ooooh!” She shivered, bit her lip, and then, to his delight, she closed her hands over his shoulders. With her smooth, round ass resting on his thighs, she moved her slender hips forward. As her tight, clinging pussy slowly swallowed his length, he closed his eyes. With half his length buried in her moist heated passage, she stopped pushing. Although he thought she was ready to accept his remaining length, he lay still under her, gently caressing her ass. She reached down and parted her outer lips before she grunted and urged her hips forward again. Her tight pussy slowly swallowed the rest of his cock, inch by tortuously sweet inch. With his entire length inside her, his hunger consumed him. He slid his hands around her and urged her down until her full breasts came to rest against his chest. Curling his fingers in her hair, he brought her mouth against his again, eager to enjoy the sweet forbidden taste of her mouth once more. She parted her lips, giving him easy access. Touching the tip of his tongue to hers, he rocked and rotated his hips, giving her time to adjust to having him buried balls deep inside her. She gasped, bringing her hands up to stroke his shoulders as she pressed her lips against his with an eagerness that delighted him. Lying still inside her was sweet, but he needed more. He needed to feel her pussy clasping around his cock as he slid in and out of her. He rolled them over until she lay on her back with his thighs between her trembling legs. Resting his weight on his extended arms, he looked down into her blue eyes. She stared up at him, her lips parted. Her expression revealed a combination of excitement and fear. “It hurts,” she gasped. “Do you want me to withdraw?” he asked, surprised to realize he was prepared to do that if that’s what she wanted.
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“No,” she whispered in a soft, quivering voice. “I didn’t know it would feel like this.” “Like what?” “Bria’s dick felt good, but this… it hurts, but in a good way. I don’t want you to take it out.” Thorne watched her cheeks turn a pleasing rose color. As he savored the sweet admission, her natural juices flowed over his cock. She felt incredibly hot, tight, and sweet. He had lost track of the number of virgins he’d mated with since he awoke on Bluhari, yet none of those other females had aroused him as this shy, beautiful woman did. He withdrew until only his cock head remained inside her. She made a small sound of dismay, wrapping her long, slender legs around the back of his thighs. “Don’t take it out.” He looked down their bodies. The sight of his long, thick, dark length glistening with her fluids heightened his passion. Raising his gaze to hers, he noted her looking down their bodies as well. She reached her hand down to stroke the length of his cock protruding from her. Her fingers slid around his shaft to close around his balls. “They’re so heavy.” Her eyes shone with unmistakable lust. “Are you going to…” “I’m going to fill you with my seed,” he told her in a hoarse voice he barely recognized as his. A fresh surge of rose stained her cheeks. She withdrew her hand and stroked up his body and around to his back. She gave a small, upward jerk of her hips. His control snapped. Settling firmly between her legs, he lowered his upper body until her breasts cushioned his chest. She closed her fingers in his hair. Their open mouths met. She sucked at his tongue. A jolt of lust thundered through him and he thrust his hips down, driving half his length into her.
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She moaned, but slid her hands down his back to his ass, pressing her legs tighter around him. “Ooooh… yes… more… don’t stop… please.” Encouraged, he tore his mouth away from hers. Raining wet, biting kisses against her neck and shoulders, he settled his lips over one of her breasts and he began to ease slowly in and out of her tight heat. Powerful, confusing feelings assailed his senses as he moved on her. Although his lust for sex with her was undeniable, he felt something far stronger than the striving for physical satisfaction as she eagerly met his downward plunge with a soft cry that was half pain, half pleasure. “I want to taste your lips again. Kiss me?” Why had he resisted kissing and viewed it as forbidden when it heightened his pleasure in such a sweet way? Each time their lips met, in addition to the physical joy he experienced, a flash of memory teased him. He lowered his mouth to hers. Her warm lips clung to his. Her nails raked down his back. Her pussy opened up and joyfully welcomed his cock back into her tight, hungry passage each time he slid home in her. How had he ever thought he could prefer a male ass to this incredible pleasure? He felt her pussy begin to convulse around him. As she came, his own climax crashed over him. Feeling as if he was about to spill an essential part of himself into her along with his seed, he groaned, cupped his palms over her ass, and fucked her with long, hard, powerful thrusts. Then, unable to hold on any longer, he groaned against her breasts and shot jets of cum into her climaxing cunt. Shuddering through a release so intense it left him feeling dizzy, flashes of memory assaulted his senses. He recalled brief glimpses of his former life. He saw himself, dressed in a strange green uniform, bending over the bed of a sick woman, running some type of device over her. When the device failed to produce the desired results, he discarded it, closed his eyes, and examined her with his hands. A slender blonde dressed in a blue uniform addressed him. “Healer Rutledge?”
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The memory faded as the last shivers of his climax left him. He groaned and collapsed on the woman under him, burying his head against her in despair as the memory vanished. He felt soft hands pushing against his shoulders. Lifting his head, he blinked several times before he recalled where he was and who he was with. “You’re crushing me,” she told him. He eased his cock out of her and rolled off her. Lying on his side with his eyes closed, he tried to summon the memory again. After several moments, he admitted defeat and opened his eyes. Soft hands touched his shoulder. “Are you… all right?” Thorne turned to face Sierra. Her eyes shone with concern. She was as considerate and kind as she was breathtakingly beautiful. “Yes.” He stroked his hands over her breasts. “How are you?” “Sore…” He slid his hands down to her hips and drew her body close to his. “Where?” She blushed, but didn’t avert her gaze. “My… breasts… my… pussy…” “I can help.” She blinked at him. “How?” “I’ll show you.” He eased her onto her back and rose from the bed. He spared a brief glance over his shoulder and was surprised to realize Bria was no longer in the chamber. He’d been too involved in mating with Sierra to even note her departure. Leaning over Sierra, he placed one hand over her breasts and the other one over her pussy. Resisting the urge to part her folds and finger her moist flesh, he closed his eyes. He reached deep inside himself to tap his inner, healing strength. He took a long, deep breath.
Chapter Four As Thorne slowly expelled his breath, Sierra felt warmth rush over her like a wet wave. When it passed, her breasts were no longer sore. “Is that better?” She nodded. A tingling sensation had replaced the soreness in her pussy. “How did you do that?” He sat on the side of the bed, shrugging. “I… I don’t know.” She sat up, touching his chest. “You’re a healer.” He frowned. “I don’t know.” She took one of his hands in hers. It was large with a smooth palm. No calluses. Remembering how it felt caressing her as he took her, she blushed. “I never knew mating could be so… enjoyable.” He gazed into her eyes, tiny fires burning deep in his. “Neither did I.” “It started with Bria and continued with you.” “Yes.” She moistened her lips and placed the hand she held between her legs. His fingers found their way inside her. She gave him a shy smile. “Maybe mating with Drakon won’t be nearly as bad as I thought it would be.” “Let’s not waste time thinking about him.” Leaning forward, he gently pressed his lips against hers. She sighed and brushed her breasts against his chest as they shared a long, slow, deep kiss. Heat coiled in her belly. She closed her fingers around his thick cock when he finally lifted his head. “I want your cock again,” she whispered in a small, shamed voice.
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He leaned away from her, a pleased but surprised look on his handsome dark face. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “Yes… only this time, I want you…” She drew away from him and stretched out on her belly with her legs spread apart. Glancing at him over her shoulder, she placed her hands on her ass and gently parted her cheeks. “… here.” He sucked in his breath. “There?” His warm palms replaced her hands, massaging her flesh. “Are you sure?” Recalling how she’d felt when Bria mentioned it, she nodded. “Yes. Will you take me there?” “Yes.” His warm, firm lips rained kisses against her bottom. “But not today.” She rolled onto her back, opening her legs in a wanton invitation she hoped he wouldn’t be able to resist. “Why not?” He gave her an enigmatic smile, revealing even, white teeth. “Because I’ll want it more than once and you need to rest and to soak away your soreness.” “But I’m no longer sore.” “Yes, you are. I’ve masked the soreness, but it’s still there.” He stroked his hands over her breasts. “Go soak. Tomorrow, I will take your anal virginity.” He frowned and shook his head. “Maybe it would be better if Bria had you first… to open you up and prepare you for me.” A jolt of hot lust shot through her at the thought of experiencing both Bria’s dick and his cock up her rear passage. He stroked his big hand over her breasts. “You like the idea?” “Yes… oh, yes.” “Then that’s what we’ll do.” He pressed a long, warm kiss against her lips and then lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the garden hot tub and lowered her into the warm, soothing water. She looked up at him as he straightened. “Join me?” He shook his head. “If I join you, it would be so I can ram my cock into your pussy and fuck you hard until you come.”
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“I would welcome that.”
“Maybe so, but your body wouldn’t. I’ll return tomorrow.”
“But I’m here tonight.”
She turned and smiled as Bria, still naked, her dick semi erect, stepped from
behind a tree. Pausing next to Thorne, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. He cupped his hands over her ass and pulled her close. Sierra tensed, her pussy tingling as Bria slid a hand down his chest to his groin. With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, Sierra watched Bria feed his cock into her pussy. He pulled Bria’s legs up. She wrapped them around him, pressed her lips to his, and proceeded to bounce up and down on his long, dark, delicious cock. Sierra lay back against her headrest, her stomach muscles tightening as she watched the hot, hard fuck. Each time Bria slammed her pussy all the way down on his pistoning cock, she moaned and wiggled her hips wildly, as if she could not get enough of his cock. Sierra rubbed two fingers over her clit as they both grunted and groaned their way to a quick climax. After he stopped thrusting into Bria’s pussy, he set her on her feet, kissed her lips, and left. Bria stood looking after him for a long time, cupping her breasts in her hands and rotating her hips, her dick still erect. Noting the cum and pussy juice seeping along one of Bria’s dark thighs, Sierra’s lust rose. She parted her legs in the hot tub. “Bria?” Smiling, Bria joined her in the warm water, facing her. She knelt, moved close, and thrust her hips forward. Her dick, hard and thick, shot into Sierra’s wet pussy. “Ooooh…” Sierra moaned with pleasure and linked her arms around Bria’s neck. “You’ve developed quite a hunger for cock and dick in just one day,” Bria teased, pressing her breasts against Sierra’s. “Yes,” Sierra moaned and pushed her hips forward to swallow Bria’s thickness. By the goddess that felt good. She closed her eyes and clung to Bria as her best friend
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gave her a slow, sensuous, utterly delicious fucking that she felt all the way down to her curled toes and arched back, but even as she responded to Bria with a mindless hunger, her thoughts strayed to Thorne and the world of wonder into which his body transported her.
*** When Sierra stepped out of her bath the next morning, she found Caronae waiting in her chambers. She cast her toweling robe aside and slipped a clean, fragrant one-piece leisure suit over her body. Then she raced across the chamber to fling her arms around Caronae’s neck. “Thank you! Thank you!” She kissed Caronae’s cheeks several times before waltzing away from her. “I’m surprised to find you in such a good mood. I expected to have to deal with a storm of tears and recriminations along with tales of woe of how Thorne is tearing you apart and how his mating is interfering with your music.” She turned from the garden view to look at Caronae. “Oh, Caronae! Why didn’t you tell me?” “Why didn’t I tell you what?” “How… wonderful mating could be.” Caronae widened her gaze. “You mean you enjoyed it?” She nodded. “Yes, oh, yes. It hurts, but it’s the most incredible and wondrous pain.” She wrapped her arms around her body. “I can’t wait for him to come to me today.” Caronae sighed. “This news is unexpected… and not entirely welcome.” Sierra frowned. “I thought you’d be pleased.” Caronae shook her head. “The sooner you are ready to fulfill your pledge, the sooner Her Highness will pledge you to Drakon… and the sooner I will lose you.” Sierra swallowed hard. Caronae wasn’t given to displays of emotions, but Sierra had been entrusted to her care from the moment of her birth. Although they did not often agree, Sierra felt more affection for Caronae than she did for her mother, Aquee,
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who had never spent much time with her. She hurried across the chamber to hug her mentor. “But you’re coming with me, Caronae!” She drew away from Sierra to study her face. “You want me to accompany you? I didn’t dare hope…” “Of course I do! It’s bad enough I have to leave Soren behind, but I will not leave you as well.” Caronae closed her eyes briefly. “The goddess be praised.” She sighed. “I am to see Her Highness this afternoon to give her an update on your progress. What shall I tell her?” “That all is going well. That should please her.” Caronae hesitated. “I will tell her… you will require additional time.” Sierra closed her lips over a quick protest. “I do have much to learn from him. He is going to teach me the art of anal mating.” “That will be painful.” She nodded. “But I’m looking forward to it.” “He must also teach you other ways to arouse Drakon… with your mouth. That will take time. Do not rush. You must be very skillful when you mate with Drakon. I am told this Thorne produces copious amounts of seed. If you are lucky, he will impregnate you so that by the time you are pledged to Drakon, the next heir to your combined kingdoms will already be in your belly. Once you produce two females, you will be free to take a lover… Thorne if you so desire.” Sierra smiled, pleased at the thought that even now some of Thorne’s seed might be alive and well in her, swimming in search of an egg to fertilize. “I would much prefer Thorne sire my firstborn than Drakon. Any offspring of Thorne’s will be powerful and worthy to rule one day.” Caronae inclined her head. “May it be so.”
*** Thorne bolted awake and into a sitting position. Drawing on an inner strength he was slowly learning to channel, he struggled to recall the disturbing dream.
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After a long, frustrating interval, he admitted defeat. He lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling of the chambers he had been given in Aquee’s palace. It had taken over a year, but he felt certain the secrets of his past and his identity were just a dream away. A dream away? Or a kiss away? Had the embers of memory begun when he first kissed Sierra? He wasn’t sure, but each time they had some type of physical contact, whether it be a kiss, a caress, or a fuck, another tiny fragment of his memory seemed to crystallize. Was it possible that within her kiss lay all the answers he sought? He frowned. If his memory could be restored so easily, why had he awakened on this world with a resolute conviction that he must not allow anyone to kiss him? How was it that while he was plagued by the certainty that it was vital to recover his memory as quickly as possible, he had done nothing to help the process along? At the very least, he could have insisted Mila reveal where she’d found him and under what circumstances. He knew he had the power to bend her will to his, yet instead of taking charge of their relationship and freeing himself, he had allowed her to rent him out as a rutting slave for well over a year. Why hadn’t he utilized the wealth of power he sensed he possessed? He had many questions and concerns, but few answers. But at the moment, he felt a pressing need of another kind. He slid a hand down to cup his cock. It was erect and aching. His need to come overwhelmed him. He knew where he might begin his search for his past, as well as experience a level of pleasure he had never known. He slid his hand down over his balls, savoring the thought of another, smaller, softer, paler hand there. A shudder shook him. An ache twisted his stomach into knots. He felt dizzy and confused. What was happening to him? Was it possible after all this time he was falling in love? No! He had no time for such mundane pursuits as falling in love. Surrendering his heart to another was not in his nature nor his calling. And yet how else could his
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physical and emotional hunger for Sierra be explained? He feared what felt like an incessant craving for her was inappropriate to one of his position. One of his position? He frowned. At present he was a rutter, with nothing more pressing to accomplish than prepare Sierra to become the mate of another man. All these delusions of grandeur aside, he wanted and needed her. There would be time to wrestle with his elusive memory later -- after he held her soft, pale body in his arms and buried his cock deep within the tight, honeyed depths of the pussy that had surely been formed to give him the most exquisite pleasure any man had ever felt. He rose, bathed, pulled on a pair of pants, and went to Sierra’s chambers. The doors slid open for him and he entered, eager to feel his heart race at the first sight of her. Finding her chamber empty, he made his way toward her private garden. She and Bria lay at opposite ends of the hot tub with their eyes closed, dozing. He suspected Bria had fucked her. He frowned, then dismissed the sudden flash of jealousy. Bria’s woman dick might have been the appetizer, but his cock would be Sierra’s main course. He stripped off his pants and slipped into the big hot tub with them.
Sierra opened her eyes. A wide smile spread across her face when she saw Thorne standing in the middle of the hot tub. She lifted her hand. “There you are! I was just dreaming of you.” Her gaze moved down his chest, over his tight abs, to the huge, dark cock jutting in front of his body. She moistened her lips and parted her legs. “I’m ready for you.” He knelt in front of her, cupping her breasts in his palms. He moved his hips forward, bringing his cock to rest at her entrance. A shiver of anticipation ran through her. She linked her arms around his neck and wiggled her hips. “Put it inside me,” she whispered. “Are you sure?” She nodded eagerly.
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He trailed one hand down to slip between her legs. She sighed softly as his fingers probed her aching flesh, testing her readiness for him. “I’m not just wet and ready for you, Thorne. I’m aching for you. Slide it inside me and assuage my ache. Please.” She blushed at her shameless hunger for him. He smiled and caressed her breasts. “There’s no need for embarrassment. I share your ache and your need.” “Take me.” He thrust gently forward. The big head of his cock parted her outer lips and lodged just inside her. “Ummm.” She closed her eyes and surged forward. Several inches of his cock slid into her pussy, sending a rush of pleasure through her. “Ummm.” His warm, sweet lips pressed against hers. Tightening her arms around his neck, she pushed her hips forward, moaning with delight as the rest of his cock invaded and conquered her pussy. As he slowly fucked her, she felt soft hands touch her shoulders. Opening her eyes, she saw Bria pressed against Thorne’s back, raining kisses along his neck and shoulders. Bria’s hands pressed against the sides of her breasts. She closed her eyes again and surrendered to the wonder of Thorne’s hard cock sliding in and out of her with increasing vigor and power. With his lips pressed against hers and his cock slicing in and out of her, she cried out, and shattered around him within minutes. Her release left her lethargic, but happy. He pressed a gentle kiss against her lips and withdrew from her. He lifted her in his arms and stepped out of the tub. He glanced over his shoulder at Bria. “Will you be joining us?” “Yes.” Sierra pressed her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes. He carried her into her chambers and sat her on her feet by the mating swing. After drying them both off, he adjusted the height of the seat, and then put her in it so that she sat facing him with her legs wide apart and her ass cheeks protruding through two leather openings.
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She caught her breath. “What are you going to do to me?” He stood between her thighs, sliding two fingers along her pussy. He moved his hands around her to caress her buttocks. “You have a lovely ass. It’s time you had it filled with first a woman dick and then a cock.” Her heart raced. She glanced over her shoulder. Bria, her dick fully erect, moved toward Sierra’s dresser top. When she turned, she held a tube of lubricant in her hand. She had placed a cock sheath over her dick. Thorne’s big hands gently parted her cheeks. Bria smiled at her as she covered her dick with the lube and then pressed several fingers full of lube inside Sierra’s anus. The cool lube quickly warmed as Bria eased her fingers in and out of her. Within moments, Sierra’s bottom felt warm and ready to feel a dick in it. She wiggled in the seat. Bria’s lips pressed against her face, near her ear. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” Sierra whispered. With Thorne holding her cheeks apart, Bria moved close behind her. Sierra felt Bria rubbing her dick against her tight hole. Then with a sigh, Bria pushed forward. “Ooooh,” Sierra moaned as Bria’s dick forced its way into her virgin flesh. Standing between her legs, Thorne stepped closer until his chest pressed against her breasts and his cock pulsed along her pussy lips. Bria’s hands slid between her body and Thorne’s to cup over Sierra’s breasts. Then she surged forward. As Bria’s dick took slow possession of her ass, Sierra gasped. Pain sliced through her. Thorne’s lips covered hers, swallowing her cry. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. Moaning against Thorne’s sweet, demanding lips, Sierra closed her hands around his waist, urging him closer until his cock pressed along her wet folds. Bria’s hands gently squeezed her breasts as she eased the last few inches of her dick in Sierra’s bottom. “By the goddess, I never knew a woman’s ass could feel so good,” Bria whispered against her ear. Bria pressed her big breasts against Sierra’s back and slowly eased in and out of her ass.
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Pain tinged with fleeting jolts of pleasure fought for dominance in her bottom. Pressing long, drugging kisses against her parted lips, Thorne drew his cock along her slit, taking care to frequently rub against her clit. She slid her hands down to his taut ass and held the hard, twin mounds of flesh against her palms. He shuddered against her and she decided he liked having her hands on him. What else would he like? She pulled her lips from him and kissed her way across his collar bone before licking and kissing her way down his chest. Bria’s dick sliding in and out of her bottom started to feel much nicer. The edge of pain fled in the face of mounting delight. Being sandwiched between two demanding lovers with her bottom full of dick and her pussy lips parted by a hot cock sent a riot of wonderfully sweet and overwhelming sensations throbbed through her. Thorne lifted her chin and lowered his head, reclaiming her mouth and thrusting his tongue inside with a warmth and hunger that made her pussy tingle. She eagerly returned his kiss. There was something sweet and almost magical about his kiss. Each time she felt his lips move on or over hers, something wonderful and timeless happened to her heart. Pressing one hand between their bodies, she closed her fingers around his shaft. She squeezed and tugged up and down the hard length in time with Bria’s now forceful lunges into her bottom. Thorne thrust his hips forward. She slipped her other hand below his cock to cup his heavy balls. Eager to feel their contents spilling over her fingers, she again dragged her lips from his and closed them over one of his nipples. She flicked her tongue along the small, dark nub. Delight sliced through her as it pebbled under her tongue. “Ahhh.” The sound of masculine contentment heightened her own satisfaction. She sucked at his nipple and massaged and squeezed his cock. “Ahhh.” He shuddered and slipped his hands down to hold her hips. He thrust her hips backwards, pushing her ass onto Bria’s thick dick. She gasped and the world
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around her blew apart and then quickly rained down on her in a riot of microscopic pieces. Sierra came so hard her juices seeped from her pussy. Squeezing Thorne’s cock and balls, she slumped against his chest. He grunted and she felt his seed erupting from his cock to hit her stomach. Behind her, Bria bit into her shoulder and pinched her breasts hard as she emptied her seed into Sierra’s no longer virginal ass. Bria eased out of her bottom with a long, low grunt. “Ooooh.” Sierra released Thorne to reach back to massage her bottom. Thorne lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. They sprawled on their sides, facing each other. Bria pressed a light kiss against Sierra’s shoulder. “I’ll leave you alone with him,” she whispered. Sierra nodded and sighed with pleasure when Thorne pulled her into his arms to cuddle her close to him. He stroked his hands down her back and shoulders. She smiled and pressed her cheek against his shoulder. She had never expected to feel this strange need for any man. Her entire life had been spent with her music as the driving force. Nothing had been allowed to overshadow the time and energy she spent composing and performing. Lying in Thorne’s arms, feeling very satisfied and content, Sierra realized she had not thought of her music once since those first sweet hours with him. Mating with Bria felt good, but being with Thorne… Even when he wasn’t inside her, the thought of him created so many of the emotions she had often written about but never really expected to experience. The thought of having any other man… the thought of Drakon inside her created a new furor of rebellion. Why should she give Thorne up even for a moment while she mated with Drakon in the hope of bearing a child who would rule their combined lands? Why should she mate with Drakon at all when she wanted Thorne? She lifted her head and looked up at him. “Who are you?” She stroked her fingers over his cheek. “Do you know?” “Yes.” His answer surprised her. “Who are you?”
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“I am… Thorne.” “A healer?” She reached around to capture one of his big hands. There was a feeling of power and serenity in his touch… along with the pure pleasure and excitement his mere presence elicited. He sighed. “I don’t know… I think I am… but I don’t know for certain.” “How did you come to be on Bluhari?” He frowned. “I don’t know.” “Well, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is this.” Pressing herself against his cock, she urged him onto his back. Sprawling on the expanse of his chest, she smiled down at him and pressed her lips against his. He made a small, incoherent sound, cupped a big hand over the back of her head, and they shared a series of long, slow delicious kisses. They bit and nibbled at each other’s lips, allowed their tongues to dance and mate as they explored each other’s mouths, and willingly surrendered their hearts on an altar comprised partly of unbridled lust and partly of a love and need neither had ever felt. The probing, magical kisses were so powerful and mesmerizing, they both groaned and came without any vaginal penetration. As she shuddered against him with her pussy flooding, she felt his cock twitching before his cum jetted against her. She lay gasping against his lips for several moments before she lifted her head and stared down at him. “What was that? What just happened between us?” He opened his green eyes. Although he appeared to look at her, his gaze was unfocused. She touched his cheek. “Thorne? Thorne, are you all right? Thorne…”
Chapter Five On another planet, he and another tall, dark, green-eyed man, accompanied by a dark-skinned woman holding a crystal in her hand, ran through a dense forest toward a cave… the Cave of Journeying. Inside the cave, whirling mists greeted them. The woman turned to him. “My crystal is not yet active! Rutledge, you are a healer. Perhaps if we hold hands and jump together, you can cast a healing aura around us, and we can somehow manage to survive.” With the sounds of approaching pursuit, they joined hands and jumped into the mists to be caught up in a riot of colors and sounds… and then… nothing. Nothing… until he woke up on Bluhari. Thorne blinked, focused his gaze, and looked up into Sierra’s worried face. “Thorne? What’s wrong?” He stroked his hands down her back. “I… I was remembering… part of who I am.” “Really?” She slid off him and sat against the back of her bed. He sat up and rested beside her in a similar position. “What did you remember?” He shook his head. “I’m not sure.” He turned to look at her. “I’m not sure of much of anything except that when I’m with you… when we kiss… my memory is triggered.” He touched her lips. “The secret of my past is locked within the magic of your kiss.” She shook her head. “It’s not my kiss that’s magic. It’s yours.” He cupped her face. “What difference does it make whose kiss is magic? You can restore my memory.” He cupped her face and bent his head. The chamber doors opened. He released her and gazed toward the door.
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Sierra draped a cover over her body. “Soren! What’s wrong?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“Bria!”
“All right. Just let me… finish here and --”
“Finish? I need to talk to you, Sierra.”
“Now?”
“Yes. I thought you’d welcome the interruption.” The man’s dark blue eyes
raked over them. “But maybe I was wrong. You look like you’re enjoying being with him.” Thorne turned his head and watched Sierra blush. She met his gaze briefly. “This is my brother, Soren. He and Bria… I hate to ask it, but… could you leave us alone for a while? He’s obviously upset. We need to talk.” Younger brothers had to be cherished and protected. He nodded and rose. “Of course.” She caught his hand as he started to turn away. “Don’t go far.” He squeezed her hand. “Will you wait in the garden?” “Yes.” He stroked her cheek and left the room by the garden door. He slid into the hot tub and closed his eyes. Within moments, he was asleep and the dream started again. The three of them were being pursued… chased through a forest. Even as he ran, he wondered why he ran. Why didn’t he stop, turn to face their pursuers, lift his right hand, and stop them with the power at his disposal? Instead, he fled inside the cave and… “Thorne? Thorne, wake up.” He groaned and opened his eyes. Sierra had joined him in the hot tub. A worried frown marred her beautiful face. He struggled to retain his memory. “Sierra?”
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“You were having a nightmare. Someone was chasing you.” She touched his cheek. “Are you all right?” “Kiss me.” “Thorne?” Determined not to allow the dream to fade away, he pulled her close, cupped a hand over the back of her head, and pressed his lips against hers. As he kissed her, instead of totally surrendering to his need for her, as he usually did, he channeled his energies. While allowing his body to lose itself in the delight of her lips, he kept a firm grip on his mind. The dream, which had begun to dissipate, solidified briefly. He lifted his mouth from Sierra’s, released her, and sank back against the hot tub, breathing deep, savoring the memory. He must have been injured and separated from the other two. The woman had been kind and aided in their escape. Although his present situation was not much of an improvement over the one he had fled on Telmira, he owed her a lot. If the opportunity presented itself, he would have to do everything he could to repay her. He frowned. More pressing was the need to locate the other male… someone he knew was important to him. Soft hands rested on his shoulders. “Thorne? What is it? Don’t shut me out. Let me share whatever you’re feeling.” He opened his eyes and took her in his arms, settling her body against his. “I have vague memories of fleeing from Telmira with someone… two other people. I don’t know how we came to be separated or what happened to them.” He must have been unsuccessful in hiding his despair because she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “What happened to you?” “I don’t know. All I can remember is waking up here in the desert with Mila and other women fucking themselves on me. Before that…” He frowned and closed his eyes. “I think… I think she found me in front of one of the portals.” “Portals? What portals?”
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He opened his eyes and looked at her. “They’re all over the galaxy.”
“What are you talking about, Thorne?”
“Travel portals… do you call them something different here?”
“Travel portals? We use space ships and personal capsules for travel. I’ve heard
on your home planet that the women travel by means of crystals. Is that what you mean?” “No. Surely you know of the portals.” “Oh. You mean spaceports. There’s only one on Bluhari.” “No, I don’t mean spaceports. I mean portals that allow you to travel anywhere in the known galaxies.” “We don’t have any of those.” “Perhaps you call them gateways.” “We don’t have any of them either. Galaxy travel requires a deep space cruiser.” “No, it doesn’t, and yes you do. I’ve felt them.” She frowned. “Felt them? Don’t you mean seen them?” “No.” He hesitated. “They’re not… visible to the naked, untrained eye.” She shook her head. “Then how would one know they were there?” “One feels the energy they generate.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “It doesn’t matter now. All that matters is the return of my memory. I need to meditate and begin the healing process.” “What healing process?” “I don’t know!” He sighed and shook his head. “I didn’t mean to snap. My memories are starting to return. I need to be alone to tap into my inner soul song.” “Your soul song? Are you… Willoni?” “Willoni are generally women and serve a goddess. My sovereign is not female.” “Then what are you? Who are you? Who do you serve?” “I need to be alone to find my answers.”
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“First you tell me the secret of your past is in my kiss then you tell me you need to be alone. Please don’t shut me out, Thorne.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. “It was your kiss that unlocked the gateway to my memories. But the journey to reclaim my identity must be made alone.” “But I want to share everything with you.” He wanted that as well, but he was beginning to fear that would not be possible. He stroked her cheek and rose. “I will return after I have begun the healing process.” She stared up at him, her eyes glistening with tears. “All right.” He stepped out of the water, picked up a towel, and walked back into her bedchamber. He dried off and pulled on his pants. Back in his chambers, he sank into a chair and closed his eyes. Rocking side to side, he hummed a soft, tuneless melody that helped summon the healing powers of his soul song -- that which made him who and what he was. Soon, he was lost in memories of an ancient desert world where a vengeful Willoni goddess, angered that a rival had won the affection and devotion of an eternal but fallible god she coveted, had cast a powerful, invasive spell over the god and all those who pledged allegiance to him. Feeling drained, Thorne opened his eyes. The sun had set and only a pale light lit the interior of his bedchamber. “Thorne?” He turned his head. Sierra, dressed in a dark one-piece suit, sat on his bed, watching him. “Thorne, you’ve been rocking and humming for hours. I tried to rouse you, but I couldn’t. I was afraid. Are you all right?” He rose and stretched, feeling some of the tension in his shoulders dissipating. He smiled and crossed the room to sit on the side of the bed. “I’m sorry you were worried. My memory has been tampered with and I needed a deep cleansing to initiate the healing process that will begin the full restoration.” “Who are the two people you fled Telmira with?” “I don’t know. Why do you ask?”
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“From time to time when I touched you, you’d start speaking… telling me what was happening to you. You told me about your flight to the Cave of Journeying on Telmira.” A ray of hope raced through him. “Did I… tell you what happened after we jumped into the Mists of Aeolia?” “Is that what they’re called?” “It’s what we called them in the Blue Desert.” “What Blue Desert?” “Denhari.” “Denhari?” She frowned. “That’s a mythical place. We used to hear stories about it when I was a child.” “Denhari was not…” He closed his eyes. “It’s no more of a myth than is Heoptin, the God Eternal.” “Heoptin? If he ever existed, surely he’s dead now.” He stared at her. “He’s an eternal god. He can’t die.” “Then where is he?” He shook his head. “There’s still a lot I can’t remember, but right now I have to find the two who were with me when I fled Telmira.” “They’re important to you?” “Yes… especially the male…” “Why especially him?” “I don’t know.” “And the female? Is she… important to you too?” “I’m not sure.” “Is she why you never wanted anyone to kiss you?” He shook his head. “I don’t know.” She placed the hand she held on her breasts. “I hope she’s not important to you.” He caressed her breasts, pressing his lips against her neck. “If she were… I can no longer remember.”
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Sierra sighed. “I hope you never forget me, Thorne.” His hand tightened on her breasts, hurting her. “I don’t think that’s possible.” He rose, lifted her to her feet, and undressed her. He took off his trousers and fondled his cock. Sitting on the bed with her, he slid his hand down her body. She lifted her leg and sighed with satisfaction when two of his fingers pressed between her wet folds to stroke her pussy. She smiled and pressed her bottom back against his hard thighs. “What else can you recall?” His stroking fingers stilled. “The male…” “What about him?” He shook his head. “I don’t know anything, except that I need you now.” “I need you as well.” Turning, she sprawled between his legs and took his cock between her lips. He groaned and closed his eyes as she cupped his balls and gave him a slow, sensuous suck that had him shooting jet after jet of cum into her mouth, all of which she swallowed. Giving his cock a final lick, she rose to her hands and knees. She glanced at him over one shoulder. “Get the lube and take me. I’m yours.” Hands shaking, he reached for the tube lying on the table near his bed. Moments later, he knelt behind her, parted her lovely cheeks, and eased his hips forward, slowly driving his cock into her warm, tight anal tunnel. She moaned and turned her head. He leaned over her back and they exchanged brief kisses and he gently fucked her ass until she cried out and came. Her anal contractions around his cock triggered his release again. Using his weight to push her down onto her stomach, he stretched his body on top of hers, kissed her lips, and came, filling her ass with his seed. Later, after they had returned to her chambers and lay in a tangle of arms and legs, exchanging languid kisses, a block of memory rushed at him with the force of a tidal wave. He stiffened and drew his lips away from hers.
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She stroked a hand down his back. “What’s the matter?” “I remember who they are.” “Who?” “I think he is… my brother… my younger brother.” He bolted into a sitting position. “Joshlee!” She sat up and turned to face him. “What is it?” “I have to find him!” He slid out of bed and strode across the chamber to the door. She ran after him. “Thorne! Wait! Where are you going?” He stopped at the door and turned to look down at her. “I have to find my brother. He’s my younger brother, and wherever he is, he needs me.” She clutched his hand. “Have you forgotten you’re not… you can’t just leave?” Dark, dangerous highlights shot through his green eyes. “What makes you think that?” “You… you’re…” She moistened her lips. “You’re a… you belong to Mila. And Aquee won’t allow you to leave either.” His lips tightened. “I am Rutledge Thorne Knightrose of the Crystal Falls.”
Sierra blinked at him, her heart racing with fear. There was a faraway look in his eyes… almost as if he’d already left her. “Thorne?” She touched his arm. “You can’t go. Aquee won’t allow it.” “I don’t require her permission. Now that my memory is returning, no one here may hold me against my will.” She sensed a power and majesty in him which far surpassed that which Aquee wielded with such authority. Standing there, staring up into his eyes, she could see all traces of his doubt vanishing. “I… I thought you were from Telmira.” “Only lately. I was born on Denhari, under the Crystal Falls.” He frowned. “A very long time ago.”
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She caught her breath. That explained why he was able to ignite this consuming passion in her where all others had failed. “Then it’s true what is said about men of the Crystal Falls?” “There are many things said about those born under the Falls.” She blushed. “I’ve heard that you are fierce and insatiable lovers and can enslave a woman with but a single kiss… is that why you would never allow yourself to be kissed?” He touched her cheek. “Perhaps, Sierra. But I must go now.”
“Will you come back?”
He closed his eyes briefly, rocking slightly from side to side. When he looked
down at her again, the regret she saw in his gaze gave her his answer before he spoke. “I can’t always foresee things that relate to me personally.” “Then you’ll be back?” He sighed. “I don’t know if that will be possible.” She gasped, feeling as if a dagger had been plunged through her heart. The thought of never seeing him again… never experiencing again the fire he ignited in her blood… never knowing the insatiable pleasure his huge cock plunging into her pussy brought didn’t bear thinking about. She had thought nothing could compare to her passion for her music… until her need and hunger for this tall, dark, handsome male relegated her music to a secondary place in her life. “I’ll come with you.”
A warm smile lit up his dark green gaze. He touched her face with a gentle
caress. “I don’t know where I am going.” “I don’t care where you’re going. I’ll go with you.” “And what of your obligations here… to your people?” “I will abdicate my position in favor of Soren.” He narrowed his gaze. “Is this something he would welcome?” “No,” she admitted in a shamed voice.
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“Younger siblings are to be protected and cherished. They are not to be used to further our own selfish longings. If they were, I would remain here with you and abandon Joshlee to whatever fate has befallen him.” “Thorne --” “You have a duty not only to your people, but to your brother as well.” He pressed a finger against her lips. “I have to find my brother and you have to attend to your duties here. I do not think, however sweet and desirable we might have found it, that we were ever meant to be together for more than a brief period in time. That time is now past. Though I do not expect we will ever meet again, I know I will never forget you, Sierra Leoned.” Tears sprang to her eyes. Her heart ached. “Please… don’t go without me. If you do, you’ll condemn me to a life of misery, devoid of passion and happiness and filled with a hunger for what I shared with you. Surely you can’t want that for me.” He placed both of his forefingers over her temples. “You will forget me, Sierra.” “Never!” He stared down into her eyes, his gaze intense and authoritative. “You will sleep now, Sierra. When you awake, I will be but a distant memory. Now, sleep, my love.” “No! Thorne!” She balled her hands into fists and hit them against his chest. “Don’t do this to me! Please! I don’t want to forget you!” “You must, my love. For your own well-being. If I didn’t have other concerns, I would remain here with you, but I must find Joshlee.” He stroked her cheeks. “Now go to sleep, my love. Sleep and forget me.” Sierra’s eyelids drifted downward and she leaned against him, longing for bed.
Thorne lifted the sleeping Sierra into his arms and carried her back across the chamber. He laid her gently on the bed and stood staring down at her. Although his memory had not fully returned, he knew he was about to leave the only woman he had ever loved with a passion so consuming it nearly overrode his duty to seek out his
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brother and others of their clan whose memories he might restore with his healing powers. He stroked her breasts and then her cheek. “I will never forget you, my lovely Sierra. Wherever I go, I will carry your memory close to my heart. Immerse yourself in your music once again and find comfort and affection in your new life with Drakon. Forget me… forget me. May Heoptin himself watch over you.” With a heaviness in his chest that made breathing difficult, he quickly dressed and then quietly left the chamber. He moved down the long corridor to the assembly hall where he knew he would find Aquee and Caronae. Now aware of who he was and to whom he owed allegiance, he bowed his head, but did not kneel as he stood in front of Aquee. “Your Highness, my memory has returned and I will be leaving Bluhari immediately.” The tall, beautiful woman with the ebony skin and dark eyes arched a brow. Looking at her, he could see where Sierra’s beauty originated. “Have you taken leave of your senses, rutter? Return to Sierra’s chambers and continue to rut into her until she has at least developed a tolerance for mating. Then we will discuss buying your freedom.” He lifted his head and met her gaze. “I am Rutledge Thorne Knightrose.” “You say that as if your name should possess some special power, rutter.” He narrowed his gaze. “I am a Heoptin Healer, born under the Crystal Falls on Denhari a very long time ago.” She smiled. “Denhari is as mythical as the ancient talk of an underwater city. What did they call it… Atlantis? Return to Sierra’s chambers and I will forget this lapse.” “I’m leaving.” Her smile vanished and her gaze narrowed. She lifted her right hand, beckoning to the guards behind them.
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He sighed. A demonstration of the power vested in one born under the Crystal Falls would be necessary to convince her. He turned to find two of the four guards in the room advancing toward him. He briefly met each guard’s gaze. “Stay where you are.” Both guards kept moving. He took a deep breath, infusing an edge of authority in his voice. “Stop!” The two guards came to an abrupt halt. Their faces tensed as they struggled to regain their mobility. Thorne turned to look at Aquee. “Will you allow me to leave now?” “You will return to Sierra’s chambers or by the goddess, I’ll have you thrown in the dungeon until you come to your senses and get rid of your delusions of grandeur!” She was difficult to convince, but he tried again. “Now that my memory has returned, no one short of a high priest of the eternal god Heoptin can hold me against my will. I am free now. And I will be leaving -- now.” “You enjoy only as much freedom as I allow. From now on you will be restricted to Sierra’s chambers.” He swung around, caught each of the immobilized guards’ gazes, and reinforced his command. “Stay as you are until I am gone.” Then he moved toward the exit. Aquee spoke to the remaining guards. “Seize him!” Two guards standing on either side of the door moved to block the exit. Without breaking his stride, he thrust out his right hand, fist clenched. When he opened it, a bolt of energy danced from his palm and surrounded the guards. They struggled against it. Thorne turned to face Aquee again. “Tell them to stand down or I’ll be forced to hurt them.” “Do you know how many guards are at my disposal? I can have you surrounded and subdued in a matter of minutes.”
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He met her gaze. “You are Sierra’s mother and sovereign in Bluhari. I have no wish to disrespect or threaten you, but I will be leaving. If you call any more guards, I will be forced to subdue you.” She rose to her feet and glared at him. “Are you threatening me with physical harm, rutter?” “I’m telling…” He paused, thought of Sierra, and dropped to one knee. From his kneeling position, he looked up at her. “I’m asking you to allow me to leave without harm to anyone. I have it in my power to forcibly subdue you all. My regard for Sierra would make that a hard choice, but I have to leave now. I… beg you to allow me to leave.” “Highness.” Caronae, who had stood watching in silence, moved to stand in front of Aquee. She caught Aquee’s gaze, then dropped to one knee. “Perhaps the tales we heard of Denhari and the Crystal Falls were not myths. If they were not and he is who he says he is, we can’t hold him. Let him go in peace, Highness.” Aquee’s gaze danced over Caronae before settling on him. She sighed and sank into her seat. Breathing deeply, she inclined her head. “Go, Knightrose.” He rose. “Thank you, Your Highness.” He glanced at Caronae. “Take care of Sierra.” “That has been my duty and pleasure since she was born, Healer.” He nodded and strolled past the four guards. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Knightrose?” He turned at the door and lifted his hand, releasing the guards. “May Heoptin himself watch over you and your kingdom, Highness.” After a moment of shocked silence, she inclined her head. “May the goddess grant you favor and all your heart desires, Knightrose.” That was hardly likely, since he was leaving all his heart desired behind. He turned and left the assembly hall. He encountered Bria on the palace steps. She stared at him in surprise. “Thorne? Where are you going?”
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He took her arm and drew her down the stairs and away from the men standing guard in front of the building. “I am leaving Bluhari.” “What? How is that possible?” “I know who I am and I must find my brother. We were separated after we fled Telmira.” “But what about Sierra? You’ve made her addicted to you and now you’re just going to leave her? She’ll be devastated.” He shook his head. “I’ve taken care of that. Her memory of me will fade. Until it does, you’ll be around.” Bria shook her head. “I told you I don’t prefer women. Sharing my first use of my woman dick with my best friend made it so much more special for me, but I am not interested in a prolonged sexual relationship with her. My heart and affections are with her brother.” She clutched his arm. “You can’t just walk away from her.” “I have to find my younger brother.” She sighed. “Will you return when you have?” “I don’t know how long my search for him will take or even where it will take me. By the time I find him, she would no doubt already be bound.” “But… what if she’s pregnant? Can you just walk away from her and your child?” “Despite Mila’s claims, I have not impregnated anyone on Bluhari.” The muscles in his jaw clenched. “Those of us born under the Crystal Falls are not often parents. There is very little chance of her having my child.” “There’s nothing I can say to change your mind?” He shook his head. She leaned up and brushed her lips against his cheek. “Then the goddess go with you and grant you success and happiness in all your endeavors.” Touched by the sincerity of her good wishes, he offered her the traditional Telmiran farewell. “Live, love and stay free, Bria.” She nodded and hurried up the palace steps.
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He watched her disappear inside before he turned and walked through the palace gates. He would leave this place with but one regret… he was leaving his heart behind. Channeling his energy, he lifted his right hand, moving it in a wide circle. After several attempts, he felt a tingling sensation on his palm, signaling the presence of a portal or gateway. He continued to move his hand, in a smaller circle, feeling the soft pulse an opening portal emitted. As he watched, a flickering blue circle of light appeared before him. With a long glance over his shoulder, he sighed, and stepped through. He quickly closed his eyes to avoid the brief blindness many of the older portals caused. As he did, he heard the almost inaudible closing sound of the gateway to Bluhari and Sierra. Giving himself a mental shake, he opened his eyes and stepped into a different world. He looked around, channeling his senses. He felt a faint, familiar whisper in the air. His hopes rose. Joshlee was near… somewhere. He would find him. Heoptin willing he would soon locate Joshlee, which would leave him free to return to Bluhari before Sierra was lost to him forever.
Epilogue Three months later Sierra, garbed in the ceremonial mahogany and gold dress royals wore at their commitment rites, stood in the assembly hall of Queen Aquee. Aquee sat on the royal dais, a tall, handsome blond male by her side -- her consort and Sierra’s father, Lord Borika. Soren sat on his right. On another newly mounted dais, Drakon’s parents, a slender, dark-skinned woman and a tall male with pale skin and auburn hair, sat close together, their fingers entwined. While Sierra was entering into her union with Drakon with no expectation of happiness, she at least had the hope that Soren would somehow fare better. Several evenings earlier, she had entered her chamber and discovered Soren and Bria together on her bed. Soren lay on his back. Bria sprawled on top of him, her lips devouring his, as she wildly thrust her woman dick in and out of Soren’s ass. Sierra had quietly left her chambers. Yesterday evening she, along with Bria and Soren, had gone to inform Aquee that Bria was carrying Soren’s child. To Sierra’s surprise, Aquee had been pleased at the news. If the goddess was kind, Aquee would relent on her insistence on Soren becoming Jadia’s consort and allow him to take Bria as his bond mate. Sierra suppressed a wave of sadness and returned her attention to the ceremony. By her right side, Drakon stood. Caronae stood in front of them, holding Sierra’s right hand in hers. She inclined her head to Drakon. “Lord Drakon, it is my pleasure to present Lady Sierra Leoned, heiress to the throne of Bluhari.” “Have you any festive news for me, Mistress Caronae?” “I do, My Lord. It is my pleasure to inform you that not only is Lady Sierra amply prepared for mating, but she is even now carrying, not one, but two children.”
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Someone shouted, “An heir and a spare!” and applause and cries of delight echoed around the large chamber at Caronae’s news. Drakon, a tall, fair male with blond hair and blue eyes, turned to look at Sierra with a look of surprised delight. Looking into his handsome face, Sierra saw the relief in his eyes before he turned back to Caronae for the remainder of the surrender ritual. Caronae extended Sierra’s hand to Drakon. “Will you accept my lady as your bond mate, My Lord?” Drakon inclined his head and took Sierra’s hand between both of his. “I will.” Smiling, Caronae turned to face the daises. “Highnesses and honored assembly, it is my pleasure to present to you Lord Drakon and his bond mate, Lady Sierra, already carrying she who will one day rule our united peoples, as well as her second.” Drakon looked at Caronae. “Both are females? But this is delightful!” As a new round of applause broke out, Drakon squeezed Sierra’s hands and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “There will be no need for us to share a bedchamber.” He caressed her stomach, which had a noticeable swell. “I can continue to sleep with Lexar and you may bring whomever you please to our palace as your lover.” He bent his head toward hers. As she accepted the chaste kiss he pressed against her lips, a faint, elusive memory of another pair of lips, fuller, darker, and druggingly sweet, brushed across her mind. After the ceremony, when she had settled into Drakon’s palace… no… into their palace, she would question Caronae about the sire of the babies she carried. For the life of her, she could not remember the name or appearance of the rutter who had prepared her for mating and bonding. She frowned. Sometimes, though, she dreamed of a tall, dark, sweet lover, whose touch, kiss, and cock sent the fire racing through her entire body. But had she ever met such a lover, she would surely not have allowed him out of her sight. Caronae would have the answers she sought. But first things first. She would finish her latest composition, called “Song of Desire,” set against the back drop of
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forsaken lovers who were torn apart by circumstances neither could control. Her music first… questions about sweet dream lovers later.
Until next time,
when Thorne’s adventures continue in
Song of the Winds
Marilyn Lee Marilyn Lee lives, works, and writes on the East Coast. In addition to thoroughly enjoying writing erotic romance, she enjoys roller-skating, spending time with her large, extended family, and rooting for all her hometown sports teams. Her other interests include Doc Savage pulp novels from the thirties and forties and collecting Marvel comics from the seventies and eighties (particularly Thor and the Avengers). Her favorite TV shows are forensic shows, westerns (Gunsmoke and Have Gun, Will Travel are particular favorites), mysteries (loves the old Charlie Chan mysteries. Her all time favorite mystery movie is probably Dead, Again), and nearly every vampire movie of television show ever made (Forever Knight and Count Yorga, Vampire are faves). Marilyn loves to hear from readers who can email her at
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