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Authors: Ann Jacobs

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In a little while he’d have to go to Garnet—the matchmaker had mentioned that was her name—and take part in the strange ritual of an Obsidion mating ceremony. The downside to mating that way was that Romulus would have to actually mate with his bride in person. He’d have to fuck her cunt the way he fucked Antonio’s tight ass. Worse, because of the damnable customs on Obsidion, he’d have to do it in the presence of her father and a hall full of witnesses. Afterward, he’d be expected to take her home and let her share his bed. Not to mention that he’d have to fuck her every day until he succeeded in putting a baby in her belly.

He could do it. He had to. Romulus had made his fortune on Obsidion and he had no desire to abandon his very profitable business. Besides, it wasn’t as though he couldn’t fuck a woman. He’d proven to himself that he could just two nights ago, when he’d summoned one of the sex slaves from his finest emporium, just to be sure. She’d been thrilled to service her Master.

The buxom redhead, newly arrived from the Federation of Earth and not yet broken in to service, had been soft and willing enough to do his bidding. She’d clamped on to his cock with lush lips and sucked out his seed as well as Antonio could. She had spread her legs and offered him her cunt. Warm, wet and inviting, her flesh had milked his. That had brought him pleasure, if not quite the degree of ecstasy he enjoyed when he buried his cock in his body slave’s receptive ass.

Since he’d lived on Obsidion, Romulus had judiciously hidden the existence of Antonio from those with whom he lived and did business. He hadn’t dared risk incurring the wrath of his future mate’s royal in-laws by flouting the law that forbade the making and keeping of slaves who were basically duplicates of their Masters. At one time he’d considered passing Antonio off as a younger brother, but if he’d done that he’d have risked having to explain how it was that his brother shared his bed.

It struck Romulus as ironic that he’d made his fortune catering to the varied sexual perversions of those from the far reaches of the galaxy but could not publicly indulge his own preference in bed partners, a preference perfectly acceptable, even expected, on his home planet but strictly forbidden on Obsidion. Romulus had come to the Pleasure Planet and made it his own. Now he had to leave behind the traditions that had been part of his life before he’d fled Aurelion.

He needed a consort he could flaunt publicly in fashionable salons on Obsidion. And he needed an heir to carry on once his own life ended. A boy. Romulus closed his eyes, imagining how he’d eventually return to Aurelion with his son, this time as a tourist. What joy he’d see on that as yet unborn boy’s face when the child received his own personal slave—a playmate and lover modified to be his almost exact double yet subservient to his every wish!

Pity Romulus couldn’t do as he would have done if he’d stayed on Aurelion, where men of class confined their mates to breeding farms and impregnated them by artificial insemination while they took their pleasure with their body slaves.

“Why must you take a mate? Do I not satisfy you?”

Antonio’s petulant expression and whining tone dragged Romulus forcibly back to the present. Although he managed for the moment to keep his cool, he doubted his calm demeanor would survive for long. Though he loved Antonio—an emotion that didn’t surprise him since they had been together so long—he had a way of getting on his nerves when his mind moved out of synch with Romulus’ own. “Stop your complaining. We’ve discussed this a hundred times and I’m sick of it. You remind me of a sniveling girl.”

Antonio sniffed. “Your new mate will
be
a sniveling girl.”

Why must Antonio pick this particular time to grow possessive? “Of course you please me. How could you not? Still, we now live on Obsidion, and custom demands that I—we—take a female mate. We will still be of one mind, one body. Garnet will merely be a new toy for both of us to enjoy.”

“I am not certain…”

Romulus slammed his fist onto the table so hard it set the mirror above it to shaking against the wall. “Enough already. I will not discuss this again. Remember you owe me absolute obedience. Shut up and finish my grooming. This is our home now. I must take a mate to get heirs and cement my place here among the elite of planet Obsidion. I doubt the jeweler’s daughter will supplant you in my affection. After all, in a manner of speaking, you
are
as close to being me as the surgeons back home could manage. Times like this, I think they did a damn poor job of synching your brain with mine, though.”

“Tell me you prefer my tight asshole to any woman’s cunt.” Antonio shot Romulus a complacent grin, as though he knew the truth of what he said. “Admit it.”

“Enough! It won’t do for me to be late to my mating.” Truth be told, Romulus did favor his slave’s asshole. Still his cock twitched when he anticipated taking his mate for the first time. Garnet would doubtless be less used than the pleasure giver he’d sampled the other night. Nonetheless she was a female and thus inferior, to his Aurelonian way of thinking.

“If not for me, Master, you would have been gelded to serve in the bedchambers of your cousin, the king,” Antonio reminded him, his tone petulant.

“I hardly need reminding of that.” Romulus shuddered, even now after so many years had passed, every time he thought about his narrow escape from the royal surgeon’s knife.

Antonio had overheard their king commanding Romulus’ castration. He’d hastened to warn Romulus of his impending fate. Together they had led their pursuers on a frantic chase before managing to stow away on a transporter bound for Obsidion, leaving their childhood home behind forever.

Antonio gestured about the opulent chamber where Romulus would soon bring his mate. “My life since then has been spent hidden away within these four walls, seeing no one but you.” Antonio closed his fingers around Romulus’ cock, his hand shaking slightly as though he could barely control his emotions.

Romulus couldn’t help his reaction or control the swelling of his flesh at his slave’s arousing touch. But now was hardly an appropriate occasion to slake his lust. “Stop that. We’ve no time. Change my cock jewelry and be done with it. It would insult my mate and her family if I were not to appear for the ceremony at the appointed hour.”

Antonio pouted, but he stopped his teasing and efficiently removed the thick platinum ring from his Master’s Prince Albert piercing and the matching barbells that decorated his frenum ladder. “Puny jewels, these,” he said as he inserted the bride-gifts, gleaming pure gold set with highly polished cabochon garnets. The dozen barbells marched down the underside of Romulus’ cock and along the center of his ball sac. “One would think she’d have known the gold settings would not show up well against an Aurelonian’s golden skin…”

“One would think my body slave would have learned his place after so many years. Stow your comments and get a move on. I don’t intend to be late for my mating.”

Romulus placed the gold and garnet coronet—also a gift from his future mate—atop his head, noting the truth of how the polished metal blended with the burnished gold tone of his skin. Sighing, he stood, determined to do what he had to do. He’d take the jeweler’s daughter in the manner of the Obsidion people.

Because he knew the woman would be wedding him for his wealth, he told himself she would readily do as he bid. She would be a proper slave as long as he kept her in jewels, furs and rare tidbits from the far reaches of the galaxy. “After our mating, I will introduce her to you. Know this, my beloved Antonio. Though you must stay here, you will be an unseen third party to the vows we take.” Garnet would find wealth, all right. A wealth of Aurelonian mates as well as the gold and other possessions for which she lusted.

Romulus chuckled as he pictured their first threesome, though he wasn’t all that certain his bride would take calmly to the ménage he had in mind. From the whispers he’d heard since their betrothal was announced, he gathered that Garnet was a feisty creature who thought to rule him, not be ruled. He would show her differently.

Standing, he strode to the door, but he pierced his slave with a stern gaze then bent and briefly sucked his cock. “Wait here, Antonio. I will return.”

* * * * *

 

“Come, Garnet, you’ve no time for daydreaming. Your mate awaits you.” Pearl let go of the door hangings that hid them from the guests assembled in their father’s receiving hall. “He is magnificent.”

“What does he look like?”

“Gold. Pure, burnished gold that’s been buffed to a lustrous sheen. His cock is long and thick—almost as princely as Arik’s. He’s wearing your bride gifts. The cabochon garnets glow nicely against his golden skin, especially the green ones.” Crown Princess Emerald spoke without apparent envy as she shot a loving gaze toward her princely mate who stood beside her, resplendent in black velvet, a diamond coronet perched over his glossy, raven-black hair.

“The cock jewels were Father’s gifts. Does he also wear the coronet I chose for him?” It still stung Garnet a little that her father had gifted Emerald’s prince with diamonds and platinum, even though she had to admit the diamonds had been a proper gift for the heir to the Diamond Throne. She soothed her ego by reminding herself Arik had chosen to mate with Emerald, not naked as tradition dictated, but encased in a fearsome leather bodysuit that had only bared his long, thick cock. His shamefully unadorned cock.

“Yes. The gold shines brighter than the burnished gold of his skin.”

“The man is gold. Pure gold. Wait ’til he takes you with that long, thick cock. You will be a happy woman, that’s certain.” Pearl arranged Garnet’s translucent veil and secured it to her head with an elaborate jeweled tiara that matched the coronet on Romulus’ smooth golden skull. “There. Go quickly now. Lay yourself down before your Master on the altar of submission.”

Pearl, soon to be mated with the sexbot-maker’s son, seemed to think of nothing but having her cunt invaded by a hot male cock or cocks, for she often said she’d not only take her mate but all his high-tech bots as well.

Garnet wanted more. Though she’d willingly accommodate her mate’s carnal desires, what she wanted most was access to his wealth. A constant shower of jewels and furs, the houseful of treasures and servants that awaited her—

Oh gods!
Those servants would include the pleasure givers who worked in his famed emporiums. Would Romulus expect her to welcome them to their bed along with him?

Surely not. She doubted even Emerald, who occasionally whispered about the incredible pleasures to be had from her mate when he had the palace eunuchs join in their carnal games, would approve of that. After all, well-brought-up women on Obsidion did not consort with the sex slaves who plied their trade on the Street of Pleasure.

It didn’t matter. She’d make certain Romulus was so besotted with her that he’d never even think of summoning any of his sex slaves. Garnet smiled from behind the translucent veil that did little to hide her nakedness from the celebrants and guests.

No way would she show fear or nervousness. Mating was a ritual to be anticipated, not feared.
It is the handover of a woman’s life, her identity, to her life mate, daughter.
Her father’s words, spoken last night when he counseled her about her duties, rang in her ears.

Tradition be damned. Garnet had no intention of giving up her own identity or sharing the owner of Obsidion’s sex slave emporiums with anyone, be they male, female or neutered. The silken bonds her attendants placed about her arms and legs once she’d lain on the altar were merely symbols of subservience that had long been outdated as far as she was concerned. She had no intention of living a life of servitude, however pleasurable some women apparently believed such a life might be.

No, Garnet would rule her own house. She’d use her considerable charms to woo her fabulously wealthy mate. She’d bind him to her and her alone. Romulus could use his sex slaves to make them yet more wealth—she had no problem at all with that—but his cock would belong to her alone.

* * * * *

 

By the gods, her Aurelonian took her breath away when he strode up to her in the mating chamber. Naked and hard-muscled, he looked like a living statue hewn from pure, burnished shades of gold. Garnet gasped at the sight of him. The large gold ring that dangled from his left nipple looked almost as if it were part of his flesh, only lighter and smoother. By all the gods, he was perfection, from his perfectly formed skull to his long, slender fingers and toes. Her cunt clenched when she imagined his huge bejeweled cock invading her there, filling her with his seed.

His
golden
cock. Long and thick, its blunt tip glistened like a rare, succulent apricot from the orchards of Earth’s Federation. The rings she’d sent him shone, paler in tone than his burnished-gold flesh. Alien but beautiful like the rest of him, the blatant symbol of his maleness drew her gaze as he approached the altar through a haze of smoldering incense.

She was glad to see he wore all the gifts she’d chosen. Had he needed to visit Leander the barber to have his cock and balls pierced to accommodate them? Or had he already worn the types of jewelry Daddy had told her were customary for the men from Aurelion as well as most males from Earth’s Federation? Her namesake gemstones glowed deep red and mottled green in the bright light, contrasting with the warm golden hue of the settings and the deeper tones of his flesh. The jewels, though not as rare as the diamonds and emeralds her father had given Emerald’s prince, were the perfect foil for the Aurelionian’s big jutting cock and low-hanging testicles.

He had no hair. Anywhere. His golden head glistened as though he’d just polished it. His cheeks and throat looked smooth, touchable. Other than his nipples and his sex with their darker, textured look of rose gold, his muscular body looked as smooth as the finest satin. Yes, Meredith the matchmaker had found Garnet a fit mate.

Romulus. It didn’t matter that he came from the planet Aurelion, or that he wasn’t precisely human, wasn’t descended from the Earthlings who had relocated here a couple of generations earlier. What mattered was that Romulus was now the richest man on Obsidion from his business as purveyor of sex slaves for sale and rent. Yes, he was the ideal mate to provide Garnet with all the riches her heart desired.

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