Slave (19 page)

“Please, Cat,” I whispered.

I didn’t have to ask him twice. Purring even more loudly than before, he rolled me onto my back, nudged my legs apart and nailed me with that big, ruffled cock.

The sensation of relief was as instantaneous as it was overwhelming; I felt as though my overheated flesh had been plunged into a lake full of cool, crystal-clear water.

Then he began to move and the pleasure began to build. Where there had previously been frustration and even pain, there was now pure, mind-numbing ecstasy.

The scalloped edge of his cockhead seemed to fold back on the shaft as he thrust in, but the out-stroke fanned it out again, raking the sensitive membranes of my G-spot as I gasped in awe. He filled me up completely, stretching me to the limit, but I was so wet and slick from all the lubrication that poured out of both of us that his cock moved with a smooth, nearly frictionless glide which brought me quickly to climax.

And another, and another, and another. Oh, sure, I’d had a few orgasms in my time, but this just went on and on and on! Cat had been denied relief for some time, but it certainly didn’t make him come any quicker. I wasn’t counting, but I think it must have taken a full hundred strokes for him to finally release with a loud roar, reminiscent of the sound he’d made when he’d attacked his former master.

Cat collapsed on my chest, his hair fanned out over my body and his cock still lodged deep within me. He
wasn’t moving, but I could still feel something. Something that teased me inside like nothing else ever had: it was as though that ruffle around his cock was moving back and forth, sweeping against the most sensitive parts of my body and making my orgasm continue on for an unbelievable length of time. I was forced to admit that this was one man who hadn’t been pulling my leg when he’d said he’d bring me joy unlike any I had ever known before. I should have listened to him, should have surrendered long ago….

While it might have been true that there had been something different about him that I’d seen even when he was standing there on the auction block in chains, unfortunately, mistrusting men of any species had become second nature to me over the years. They had been the source of most of my own misfortunes and those of my sister as well. Many of them were liars who had taken advantage of my single-minded pursuit of Ranata, telling me exactly what I wanted to hear—for the right price, of course, and I had paid good money for bad information many times. The red-eyed alien, Delamar, had simply been the most recent recipient of a bribe from me, and it remained to be seen whether or not he had been a liar, too. Oh, yes, dishonest, scheming, and deceitful men had littered the path I had followed from Statzeel all the way back to Dexia Four where Ranata was first taken. This one, however, I should have believed, because he hadn’t been lying or boasting; his claim had been true—no brag, just fact.

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I WENT TO SLEEP AS QUICKLY AS I HAD THE NIGHT

before—and without the benefit of any mosquito venom, I might add—and slept every bit as soundly. Cat had been right about that, too, because, while I’m sure I could have gotten up and started off on a long hike if I had to, I sure as hell didn’t want to! No, I wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep with my purring Cat until morning gave way to afternoon.

When I awoke, I found that I
had
curled up with my Cat, for my head was pillowed on his stomach and I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, hear his stomach growling, hear his heart beating, feel him purring. It was a gentle reminder that I was not alone, but had been lying in slumber with a living, breathing man.

Not that I hadn’t slept with him before, of course, but this was different, and the reasons for that were perfectly obvious.

Then I became aware of something else. Something was licking me on the cheek.

My first thought was that some unknown jungle beastie had gotten into the tent during the night. I knew that it couldn’t have been Cat doing it since I was facing toward his feet and my arm was resting on his leg, so his head had to be lying in the other direction.

Then I decided that it really didn’t feel like a tongue; it
was too smooth and slippery, and, generally speaking, tongues tend to be a little rough. With a significant amount of trepidation, I opened my eyes just the tiniest little bit to see what it was. It was Cat all right; and he was awake, apparently, for his stiff cock was right up in my face and he was stroking my cheek with the ruffled head.

“Well, good morning to you, too, Kittycat!” I said dryly. “Trying to tell me something?”

“Perhaps,” he replied, letting out a loud purr. Curling his hips, he pushed it harder against my face before sliding the head across my lips.

I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach with my head pillowed on my arms. “Oh, please, Cat!” I pleaded. “I’ve never liked that sort of thing! It makes me a little sick just thinking about it. I know every woman on Statzeel seems to think it’s the greatest fun ever, but cocksucking has never been one of my favorite pastimes.”

“They
did
seem to enjoy it,” Cat agreed. “I never asked them to do it to me, and it did not seem to me that the other males made them do it either. It was…voluntary.”

“Oh, what do a bunch of stupid slave women know?”

I protested, raising my head to look up at him. “They’ve probably all been bred to enjoy it.”

“Possibly,” Cat said. “But I did not have to be bred to enjoy it, Jacinth. Perhaps you will find my cock to be more to your liking than that of other males.”

“I gotta tell ya, Cat,” I began, eying said cock rather doubtfully. “I don’t think that thing will fit in my mouth.

In fact, I’m surprised it fit anywhere else either.”
“It is more…flexible than it appears,” Cat informed me. “But you do not have to take it all in your mouth.

Just lick me.”

I put my head down and groaned again. “Well, all right, if you insist,” I said reluctantly. “Maybe just a taste…”

Apparently that idea found favor with Cat, for when I raised my head from my arms, it was right there in front of my face again, and it was dripping with moisture. I stuck out my tongue rather gingerly and licked the edge of the corona, catching a bead of fluid as it was about to fall. It didn’t taste like much of anything, not even salty or sweet.

“There!” I said. “Are you happy now? I certainly hope so because I am not, and I repeat
not
, going to suck you off! I—” Gasping as a powerful orgasm hit me right in the pit of my stomach, I exclaimed breathlessly: “Holy shit, Cat! What the devil was that? Well, I mean, I know what it was, but why did—hey, listen, what’s
in
that stuff?”

“Something that you like very much, it would seem,”

he replied, sounding rather pleased with himself. “Have some more.” His cock pulsed and another wave of fluid flowed from the points of the corona.

This time I took a firm swipe of it with my tongue, and as before, moments later, I got hit with another climax.

“Whoa, momma!” I said excitedly, my entrepreneurial spirit taking flight. “We’ve got to bottle that stuff! It would sell like hotcakes on any planet in the galaxy!”

Cat was more cautious. “It may have to be fresh in order to work correctly.”

“Details, details,” I grumbled. “Why don’t you just shut up and give me some more.”
Cat pumped out another dose and I sucked his whole cockhead into my mouth. He was right: it
was
more flexible than it looked—didn’t taste bad, either. Sort of like hazelnuts, actually. I went on for a few minutes, noting that the orgasms did not abate, nor did there seem to be any upper limit to the number of times it could happen.

“That’s amazing, Cat!” I said rather breathlessly. “I think I could do that, well, several times a day at least, and not get tired of it.”

“So you are not made ill by the thought of doing it?”

“No, not really,” I admitted. “In fact, you even taste good! By the way, what do you call that drippy stuff that sets off orgasms?”

He shook his head. “It does not have a name,” he replied.

“Oh, come on! You’ve got to be kidding me! Something that good has to have a name!” Then another thought occurred to me. “Hey, are you the only one to have that effect on women, or did all of your men have it?”

“We were all capable of producing the same fluid, though I have heard that some men were more…effective than others.”

“And you’re the only one left,” I muttered ruefully.

“Gee whiz, Cat! You guys would have been very popular on Earth—or probably anywhere else you went.”

“With women, perhaps,” he replied cautiously. “My race was destroyed by men.”

“Jealous men, too, I’ll bet.” I took another experimental lick and waited. It took about thirty seconds and then another orgasm blossomed into full flower.

“That is just so cool!” I exclaimed. “Hey, what does
your cum taste like? Well, you probably wouldn’t know that, would you? What I mean is, does it do anything to women?”

“My cum?” he repeated.

“Yes, bird-brain! You know, your semen.”

He still appeared to be mystified.

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’ve never heard that one before! Semen is the correct term, of course, but cum is one of those words that’s used almost universally—that and about fifty other euphemisms I could name—and that’s just in the English language. There are about a bajillion others, too.” Obviously I was going to have to get as technical as I had when explaining the word “snot.” “What I’m referring to is the, um,” I paused, searching for the right word. “well, you know, the fluid that carries your sperm. What do you call it?”

The light seemed to dawn in his eyes. “Snard,” Cat replied promptly.

“That’s all, just snard? You don’t have any other words for it? No slang?”

“No,” he replied evenly. “There is no other word for it in my language.”

“That’s odd, why not?”

“No other word is necessary.”

“Well, you’re probably right about that,” I admitted.

“I’ll have to say this about your people, you are unique in that respect. Everyone else has a whole slew of things they call it. Well, snard it is, then. Could you give me some? I want to see if it does anything.”

Cat grinned. “It makes children,” he said.
“I know that!” I said witheringly. “I want to find out what it tastes like, and if it causes orgasms, too. So go for it, Cat. Let me have it. Fuck me in the mouth until you come.”

“Come where?”

“In my mouth, you idiot! I want you to come in my mouth. You know, ejaculate some snard into my mouth so I can taste it.” I couldn’t believe I actually said that.

First time for everything, I suppose.

Cat was purring like crazy as he crawled up over me and slid his big, ruffled, hazelnut-flavored cock into my mouth and began fucking. From his pre-cum alone, I was having an orgasm about every thirty seconds as I sucked him. And when he finally ejaculated, I had an even bigger, more intense orgasm, followed by a strong sense of euphoria. Unlike the other fluid, his “snard” was slightly sweet and had a sort of creamy texture. Then I realized that I had nothing to compare it with because I’d never done that with anyone else before, so I couldn’t have said it was any different from that produced by any other species—well, in flavor, at least. I was fairly certain that the orgasmic effect was quite unique, and it did make me sort of sleepy, which was probably why Cat hadn’t wanted to do it in the morning. I wasn’t completely incapacitated, however—at least not to the point that I couldn’t travel. I didn’t want to, of course, but that didn’t necessarily mean I couldn’t.

He did something else which seemed rather unique.

Looking at him at essentially point blank range, I was able to observe then what I had only felt the night before when he had climaxed inside me. The scalloped edge of
his cockhead began to undulate after he ejaculated, moving in a steady wave around the circumference of his shaft. It was fascinating to watch and I remained transfixed until it subsided.

It goes without saying that all of this explained why he’d been so popular in the restaurant that night, and also why all the other women had thought I was so lucky to have him. It was no wonder he’d had three women devouring him at once; what was surprising was that there hadn’t been more of them! I was beginning to think that the collar and leash thing was a damn good idea after all, though it was a miracle I’d gotten out of there with him still chained to me!

Ranata and her rescue were totally forgotten as I rolled Cat over onto his back and lay with my face between his legs and gazed up at that fabulous cock, inhaling its heady aroma and having orgasm after orgasm as the ruffle continued to ooze small droplets of slippery fluid that slid down the shaft and onto my waiting tongue. I was becoming totally addicted and intoxicated and I figured that at some point one of the orgasms would probably just kill me.

Eventually, however, Cat decided that he’d had enough of being teased and got up and nailed me again.

Of course, I understood now why I’d had so many orgasms the night before, for, apparently, the same effect could be had from either oral or vaginal contact with his coronal fluid. I decided that it must be absorbed directly through the mucous membranes and go straight into the bloodstream causing an orgasm as soon as it reached the brain. The only limiting factor seemed to be
the absolute refractory period required before I could climax again.

It was no wonder that his planet had been destroyed!

No male in the known universe could possibly compete with the men of his species when it came to pleasing females, and, apparently, I had the only one—or at least one of the very few!—of them left alive. Talk about your hot commodities! And I had only paid five lousy credits for him! I mean, he would have been a steal at five hundred! That deal would have to go down as absolutely the best bargain I’d ever made in my life—maybe even better than the hundred credits I’d paid for the Shoemaker in a Box!

Finally, we got around to getting up for breakfast, although I have no idea why, because I wasn’t the slightest bit hungry and could have stayed there in that tent with Cat for the rest of the day, never caring if I so much as tasted a morsel of food ever again—or ever found Ranata. Sex of any kind tended to cloud my judgment, but sex with Cat had turned me into some kind of nymphomaniacal wonderwoman.