Her Alien Masters (3 page)

His close scrutiny heated her skin, made her cunt clench with anticipation for the mating.

The elderly priest cleared his throat. “My lord Romulus, may we prepare this woman to be your life mate?”

“Yes. I am ready.” Apparently her future mate was a man of few words. His deep, mellow voice, however, seduced her despite her determination to maintain her self-control.

The haze from incense that surrounded the altar must be laced with some aphrodisiac, because Garnet noticed how her nipples tingled. Her cunt grew hotter and wetter by the second. These new, arousing sensations kept intensifying. They practically robbed her of the ability to think, to the point that she barely noticed when Emerald and Pearl swept away the diaphanous veil that covered her and began to prepare her to serve her Master’s pleasure.

Fragrant oil dripped from jeweled ewers onto Garnet’s throat, her breasts, her thighs. Soft hands spread it, massaging it into her naked skin. Her attendants heated her with their touch as her swollen cunt throbbed with anticipation.

Although she fought hard to retain control, she could not. “Oh gods help me,” she moaned when the priest lifted her head and began clipping off her hair. She’d balked, but just for a moment, when Meredith had told her that her future mate wished her to be hairless, like him. Now it surprised her that the sound of the shears, the feeling of lightness as her long hair fell away, excited her even more than her attendants’ sensuous massage. The rasp of the razor that followed, transforming her from maiden to life mate, rang in her ears, floating on sensual sounds of music that filled the room. Her nipples turned to rigid points of sensation and her clit stood at attention, even before the priest finished oiling her shorn scalp.

She gasped at the strange, not unpleasant sensation when he stepped between her legs and inserted the ceremonial plug in her virgin ass. A fierce arousal overtook her, stronger even than the one that had set her body tingling the moment he’d taken her hair. All the sounds surrounding her seemed amplified in her memory—the rasp of the golden razor on her scalp and the pop as the plug settled in her ass. Even the stinging, stretching of her flesh increased her arousal. It almost made her forget the pain of sharp twin stings when the priest pierced her nipples—thankfully with a laser instead of the old-fashioned needles they still occasionally used in mating ceremonies.

The priest turned to Romulus. “Do you take this woman as your slave, your life mate?”

“I will take her.” His touch strangely impersonal, Romulus bent over her and touched his surprisingly warm lips to hers.

“Do you have the rings?”

“Here.” Romulus straightened and handed them to the priest.

The thick gold rings stung when they passed through her tender nipples, but they heightened her newly awakened sexual yearnings. Garnet watched her Master’s steady golden hands as he fastened garnet-studded captive beads to the rings.

You will not be so impassive for long, my golden Master.

Her gaze shifted to his huge golden cock and the pearly fluid gathered around the thick gold ring that protruded from its slit. She couldn’t help staring at the instrument he would soon plunge deep in her cunt, claiming her as his own. When he took her, Garnet vowed she’d be well on the way toward enslaving him.

She is prime flesh, pale and ripe in all the right places.
He noticed how her nipples peaked as though waiting for a man’s hands and mouth. Slender yet curved in all the right places, she’d bring a top price at his emporium.

Romulus regarded his new mate as he might a potential sex slave on the auction block. Pert breasts tipped with rosy nipples were now adorned by gold rings, the marks of his possession. Lower, he eyed a flat belly and hips wide enough to bear his sons. Her perfectly shaped skull gleamed, its color pearly ivory.

Thank the gods for the Earthling custom of removing hair, or else my mate would be wanting to keep the unsightly mop of curls that would have turned my stomach.
Amused, he recalled the revulsion he’d felt the first time he’d seen a humanoid with hair on its head.

He admired his mate’s smooth scalp and nicely shaped skull. And he especially liked her mouth—deep red and wide enough to take a man’s cock between her gleaming white teeth. Her large brown eyes were almost black with arousal and her pale, satiny cunt was already swollen and wet, as though anticipating his penetration. His gaze dropped to her pink, puckered asshole, already stretched by the plug he’d watched the priest insert there moments earlier.

As he’d observed was the custom on Obsidion when he’d attended other matings, Romulus paused at the foot of the altar and visually inspected the slick, swollen flesh he soon must penetrate. When he spread her damp cunt lips and inserted two fingers, his nostrils flared. Gods but she smelled good—female mingled with the sweet, arousing musk of the ceremonial incense. He wished he dared remove the plug and fuck her ass.

He’d do that later. His cock reared up against his belly in silent salute. “I take the lady Garnet as my mate.” He said the words that made them one before bending and placing the traditional kiss on her throbbing clit. “I will fuck her now.”

His cock already was leaking milky lubricant when he slid it along her wet, hot slit. Her cry when he penetrated her made his balls draw up and his cock swell more within her tight, silky flesh. He wanted to take his pleasure and plant his seed, but for the first time in his nearly thirty years of life he wanted desperately to fuck a woman—to hear her cry out with pleasure when he brought her to orgasm.

Slowly, taking care not to hurt her further, Romulus withdrew then sank into her satin sheath once more. Gods but her cunt gloved his cock to perfection. She surrounded him with her wet heat and made him crazy with the need to come.

When he skimmed his hands over her soft, full breasts, she moaned. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes. Please don’t stop.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master. Oh gods, please don’t stop fucking me now.”

“I won’t.” Nearly bursting now with lust, he rammed into her harder, faster. He scissored her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until they became as rigid as the precious jewels that adorned them. For the first time in his life he wished society’s rules would let him cover his bride completely with his body, fuck her tempting mouth with his tongue while he fucked her cunt with his cock. He wanted to caress her satiny scalp with his fingers, find the erogenous zones there that would trigger her orgasm.

“Gods yes,” she hissed, straining toward him against her bonds, tilting her pelvis up to suck him deeper inside her convulsing flesh. She clenched him, milked him, drew out the climax he’d been holding back. Spent, he withdrew, breathing hard.

Already he wanted more of the Obsidion woman who was now his mate.

Romulus barely registered the raucous sounds of cheering surrounding them when he freed Garnet from her silken bonds and drew her to her feet. But for the first time in his life he felt a need to cover a woman from prying eyes, to keep her for himself alone. This feeling of possession—make that a damn near obsession—was new. And it scared the shit out of him.

Chapter Two

The next morning Garnet stretched, enjoying the sensation of tenderness in her cunt and the satiny kiss of her Master’s fine bed linens on her body every time she made the slightest move. Her scalp tingled when she recalled the rasp of the priest’s razor, and her nipples swelled and turned rock-hard when she shifted on the bed, making the rings shift against her sensitive flesh.

“So you’re finally awake.”

Surprised at first to hear an unfamiliar male voice in her bedchamber, she rolled over. “Romulus?” The male Aurelonian looked almost exactly like her mate, but there was something about him that set him apart. There. It was the ring that dangled from his right nipple—a ring exactly like the one she’d noticed that Romulus wore in his left nipple. Unlike Romulus, he wore no other jewelry except a thick cock ring that encircled his cock and—she gulped—apparently unaltered testicles. “You aren’t my Master.”

“I am Antonio. Like you, I am our Master’s bed slave and life companion. He will join us soon. If you will rouse yourself, I will prepare you for him.”

Life companion? Garnet barely managed to suppress a scream of rage. No one but her would share her Master’s bed. Ever. “What is this, some perverse alien custom? I will share my bed with no one but my Master, Romulus.”

“You will share my bed with whomever I choose.” Garnet’s mate strode into the room, a scowl marring his handsome face as he sat on the edge of the huge bed. “I command now that you share it with me and my life companion.”

Garnet gave Romulus a haughty look. “I will never give myself to anyone but you.”

Romulus’ lips curled up in a smile that was anything but pleasant. “In a manner of speaking, you will be giving yourself to me, for Antonio has been modified in my image to serve my pleasure.”

“No.” The smug grin on her Master’s face made Garnet want to throw something at him. But she couldn’t believe it. Everybody on Obsidion knew cloning was punishable by death. “He can’t be. Cloning is illegal.”

Romulus scorched her with his stormy gaze. “Antonio is not my clone. He’s my body slave and my life companion. He has been with me since I was a boy on Aurelion. All Aurelonian boys of the ruling class are given a life companion as soon as they attain puberty.”

“If he is not a clone, how can he look so much like you?” Garnet shifted her gaze from her mate to his near double who had sat beside him and was looking at her as though he’d never seen a naked woman before.

“When an Aurelonian boy is approaching puberty, his father searches out a slave who resembles his son, buys him and has him modified in mind and body to as closely match the boy as possible.” Romulus lowered his head and licked Antonio’s ringed nipple.

When he did, Garnet noticed her mate’s cock stiffening, as if the contact gave him pleasure.
My mate is only supposed to kiss me that way, damn it. And he’s only supposed to get hard for me.
“Are you telling me that if I have a child, it might belong to a
slave
?” she spat out. “It’s obvious your life mate is not a eunuch.”

Antonio’s laugh made Garnet want to scream.

“Well?” she prodded.

Romulus laid a hand on her stomach, as though to calm her. “You’re right. Antonio is no eunuch. When you conceive, however, have no doubt the child will be mine. My life mate was sterilized. Slaves do not procreate. Calm down now. I’m tired of your disobedience.”

“You can’t make me.” Garnet snatched up the coverlet and wrapped it around her body.

“Since you insist on being stubborn, I will show you how I can.” With a smooth, casual motion Romulus snatched away the covers and pinned her to the bed. “Antonio, I believe our mate needs to be taught a lesson. Prepare the fucking platform and then join us on the bed.”

“
Our
mate?” Garnet struggled to buck Romulus off, but to no avail. Romulus’ muscular chest pressed hard against her nipples, and his rigid cock nudged her cunt. Gods but he took her breath away when he sandwiched her head between his large palms and splayed long fingers over the taut skin of her scalp. “You can’t do this. I belong to you and you alone.”

Romulus scowled. “It isn’t your choice, but mine. You wanted wealth. I give it to you now. I am about to show you even greater pleasure than before—the ecstasy a woman can attain when two lovers fuck her at once.”

“But…are you certain your slave can’t make me pregnant?” Despite her shock, the idea of taking both men had Garnet’s sopping cunt clenching and her virgin asshole twitching against the plug her mate had yet to remove.

“I will be supremely certain of that, my sweet. As I told you, Antonio is sterile
.
Be happy that I will allow him to pleasure you as well as me. Consider that the fact there are two of us to pleasure you is part of the wealth I brought you, an abundance of capacity for giving and receiving pleasure.”

A smile on his full, sensuous lips, Romulus took her mouth, licking and nipping her lips and tangling his tongue with hers. His hot cock throbbed against her thigh, raising her anticipation. When he freed her lips and took a throbbing nipple into his mouth instead, she couldn’t suppress a groan of pleasure.

By the gods, her mate knew how to arouse a woman. Despite herself, Garnet wanted every sensation he promised. Each muted sound of wood on wood as Antonio assembled the fucking platform reminded her that he—they—would soon have her helpless. Bound for his pleasure and the pleasure of his Aurelonian life mate whom she apparently would have to welcome as a second bed companion. She glanced at Antonio and then returned her gaze to Romulus.

“I don’t understand.” The man adjusting a wooden device in front of a shuttered window looked whole, from the top of his polished skull to the tips of his long narrow toes. His cock jutted forward, as though eager to penetrate her cunt…or her ass. Unlike the eunuchs in her father’s household, he had testicles, the twin orbs plump and firm within an impressive though unadorned sac between his legs.

“I see you are curious, my sweet. Unlike the barbarians from other places in the galaxy who make eunuchs of men to serve in the pleasure palaces, we modify the slaves chosen for young boys so their sexual needs may be satisfied. This is done by a simple procedure that leaves the slave intact but unable to reproduce. The only eunuchs created on Aurelion serve in the royal family’s own bedchambers.” Romulus dragged her hand down his body, to his own bulging ball sac. “Antonio is not a eunuch. Nor is he a clone, which would make him my exact duplicate in every respect. He was chosen because he looked much like me, was submissive in nature and close to my age, and was given surgery so the resemblance was enhanced.”

“The platform is ready.” Antonio strode to the bed, his cock rigid and swollen.

Romulus’ life companion certainly looked whole. Desirable, too. Garnet’s cunt clenched when she found herself sandwiched between her mate and the beautiful slave who was practically his carbon copy.