Teasing Tilly (13 page)

The prince glanced at him sharply. 
“Our females are far more to be cherished at this point than they may once have been,”
he said wryly and then returned his attention to the female again since he could scarcely keep his mind off of her.

He had not had a female in a very long time.  He knew he could have demanded one of the few that they had, but he had also accepted that they could not afford to fight among themselves.  If he had taken one and refused to share her it seemed likely there would be bloody warfare.

For the good of his people, he had elected to remain celibate with the many who had no choice.

“She is … lovely, but so tiny,”
he murmured. 
“How would one go about mounting so small a creature?  Without … uh … damaging it?”

At that comment, the men close enough to hear laughed nervously again.

He could hear the near hysteria in their voices, the jitteriness that told him they were holding on to their control only with a strenuous effort.

Not that he had any intention of refusing the women or allowing Torin and his crew to take them away again.

In theory, it was one thing to hold their species in the highest esteem and look down upon other species.

In practice—it was another thing entirely.  Men had needs.

He meant to have her, however—immediately.

“You could seat yourself and allow her to mount …?”

“On the throne of Merkdar?”
one of the other councilors exclaimed in outrage.
  “An alien creature so far beneath us?”

“I would not mind having her beneath me,”
one of the men in the audience commented a little louder than he’d intended.

There was another eruption of nervous laughter.

Fuck the throne, the prince thought. 
“It is
my
throne,”
he growled tightly and then turned to the assembly. 
“I will have her here and determine if the women are acceptable.”

He returned to his throne and crooked a finger at Tilly.

She stared at him blankly, but the suit was under their command and it wasn’t necessary for her to understand.  It carried her to him.  When he lifted her up, the suit spread her legs wide, settling them across the arms and spread the mouth of her sex wider.

Torin bowed and approached the throne, extending his hand palm upward with a tube of lubricating salve. 
“You will need this, sire, else her body will not stretch to accommodate you without tearing.”

The prince snatched the tube, struggling with his self-control, wondering if he could mount her on his shaft without coming instantly.

Or coming before he even managed to get her mounted.

There was a humiliating thought!

Squeezing a generous amount into his palm, he smoothed it over her cleft and delved his fingers inside, tracing the taut skin at the mouth of her sex. 

She still seemed impossibly tiny to him, but he did not think he could stop himself.  His hands shook when he unfastened his trousers.  He gritted his teeth to free his cocks and then decided the anterior only would have to do.  He was not about to take the chance of seriously harming her by trying a double penetration—whatever Commander Torin had said.

As wide as the nanos had stretched her, he saw the moment he pressed the head of his cock against her that Torin had been right about that, as well.  Entering her would be a laborious process.

He bore down on her until he saw the head begin to slip inside and then lifted his gaze to her face.  He thought he saw a flicker of fear there.

An almost overwhelming urge to mate her mouth flowed over him.  He swallowed with an effort and merely touched her face lightly instead.  As the nanos bore her down onto his shaft with agonizing slowness, however, he closed his eyes in exquisite torment and gripped her knees since she was splayed across the arms of his chair and he couldn’t grip the chair arms.

She released a muffled sound … of pain, he thought, and his eyes shot open.

He did not know if the pained sound was from his grip or from the advance of his cock into her channel, but he eased his hold on her knees and lightly rubbed them, stroked his hands down her back, cupped her soft little breasts carefully. 

His hands were shaking with his eagerness, but he had to distract himself or blow his load immediately.

He sucked in a shaky breath when he felt the nanos pause and begin to lift her.

Gods, he thought!  She felt so damned good!  She was such a pretty, dainty thing.  She was so sweet.  Her pussy felt so good!

He was going to explode if he kept thinking those thoughts.

He tried transferring his attention to the assembly, but the slack looks of lust in their eyes only made it more impossible to divert himself.

He accepted that he was not going to be able to prolong the rapture of having her little pussy squeezing his cock until he felt like his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head.  Faster, he commanded the nanos.

Instantly, the nanos responded and began to bounce her up and down on his shaft so hard and fast that he came within seconds.  He ground his teeth at the exquisite torment of having his seed pumped from him, sucked in a shaky breath and hesitated over the order to stop.

His cock responded to the stimulation and grew hard again.

It took longer to achieve climax the second time—and it was sheer torture—but it was the most wonderful torture he’d ever experienced in his life!

It was all he could do to remain upright and awake and pretend to be completely unmoved by his experience.  He dragged in a shuddering breath, captured her little face in one hand and looked deeply into her eyes.   He could see that, although he had been too closely focused on his own pleasure to realize, she had come, as well.  It pleased him no end, shamed him that he had been too focused on his own pleasure to make certain that he pleased his woman before he pleased himself.

It went to show how completely the woman had turned his mind, he thought wryly.

“I will breed this one next!”
he announced
.  “I may wear her on my cock until then.  Fucking her is as close to divine as I ever expect to get.”

The men laughed as he had expected them to, but they were mostly focused on voicing their full support of keeping the women in service to the Merkdar nation.

Chapter Seventeen

Confusion wasn’t a new experience for Tilly when dealing with the aliens—neither was fear or pain or embarrassment, for that matter, but she was more confused than usual about what was going on. 

She didn’t think the men on the high platform were entertainers, however.  The one in the middle, although clearly younger than the men on either side of him---well, younger than the commander for that matter—carried himself in a way she could only describe as regal.  For all that he had laugh lines on either side of his mouth and his eyes danced several times that she saw with amusement, there was an air of command about him that told her he was the leader of the entire group.

Even the commander’s behavior toward him made that clear.

So …. They’d been brought to some kind of meeting?  And the leader had gotten up and thoroughly examined them.

Thoroughly!

She was pretty sure he’d rammed that thick finger all the way to her womb.

And then he’d made some kind of joke about it that had everyone in the room chuckling and she’d been so humiliated she’d felt like bursting into tears.

And scared, because she thought they must have been brought here to sell—or maybe even as a gift—and the leader had dismissed her as being of any value.

She thought.

Then he’d …. Well it had almost felt like a caress when he’d cupped her belly like that and then very lightly cupped her breasts and stroked her nipples.

She thought he had dismissed her then, when he strode away from her and settled back in the huge chair that was higher than all the others, but then the nanos had carried her to him and he had lifted her up and she’d known he was about to screw her right in front of the assembly even before the nanos had spread her for him.

And then he’d stroked lubrication over her—as if he was concerned about hurting her even though he hadn’t seemed to care about making fun of her.

What had surprised her the most, though, was the look in his eyes when he’d gently stroked his hands over her.

It had almost made her feel like crying because it had been far more than lust—she thought.

It had seemed to her that he had looked at her as if she was coveted, desired, cherished—like a lover would rather than an owner.

Ok, so maybe an owner.  Some men truly seemed to love their belongings.

Any redneck worth his salt was liable to kill somebody over his dog—or at least beat them unconscious if they harmed their dog and they could get their hands on them.

Dare she hope he had accepted her and would treat her as a cherished belonging?  A favorite pet?

He had certainly seemed to enjoy screwing her, but she knew that wasn’t necessarily something that would save her.  There were over a dozen women in the group.  He could screw them all and be just as excited and enthralled.

She had enjoyed it—in spite of the audience—despite the fact that she’d thought he might rip her in two regardless of the lubrication.  He’d communicated his high arousal to her by his touch and it had shot her own arousal skyward, made her come shatteringly.

But that didn’t matter either.  He might never touch her again and then she would have to enjoy the next one.

Even if she didn’t want the next one to so much as touch her.

Everyone seemed really pleased that he screwed her and came, though.  They began to shout and laugh excitedly.

Uh oh!

Thankfully the nano-suit spared her the humiliation of falling on her face when he lifted her off of his member with obvious reluctance and set her on her feet. 

She was led from the stage with the others and out of the building again.  Instead of returning them to the ship, though, they were led to another building that looked like it might be a hotel.  That impression persisted when they had passed the men lining up outside and entered.  There was a large, open area that had a mismatched assortment of furnishings—primarily couches and chairs—and then a long corridor leading off of it.

There were doors on both sides and as they reached one, a woman was pushed inside and they moved to the next until they were nearing the end of the corridor and Tilly found herself pushed into a room.

It was not a lovely room nor did it look particularly comfortable, although it had a narrow bunk covered with a pillow and some bed linens.  There was a small bath attached to it.

Did this mean they would be staying here, she wondered?  Was this room to be hers now instead of the room on the ship?

Would the commander and his second leave her here?

A lump formed in her throat at the thought.

It wasn’t that she cared about them—any of them, she assured herself.  It was just that she’d become used to them, felt safe—well, from actual harm.

They weren’t going to ‘break’ her because they considered her of some worth—for bartering—or let anyone else deprive them of her value as a trade item.

She dismissed the urge to cry and the miserable thoughts.  They had made it abundantly clear that she was a sex toy.  There was no doubt in her mind that she was here for that purpose and she would not be left long to consider whether she’d guessed right or wrong.

The men had been lining up even before they were assigned rooms.

She hoped to god she wasn’t going to be expected to screw her entire portion of the male population before she was allowed to rest—or worse,
more
than her fair share!

There’d been an awful lot of men—she didn’t have a clue how many, but many times over the women.  She thought she would be lucky if her share was as low as twenty.

She shook the thought as a waste of time in speculation.

She thought she had accepted what her life was now.  Clearly she hadn’t or she wouldn’t be considering it as if there would be an end to it.  It didn’t actually matter how many.  They would all expect to screw—regularly—not once and quit.  So, unless the crew had only brought them here for a show she could expect to have a cock in her most of the time.

Actually, that idea was almost worse, the thought of being part of a circuit.

Except she supposed she would have a little rest time in between stops.

The door opened while she was worrying herself with her imagination and the beautiful young man that had screwed her in front of everyone stepped inside.

She blinked at him in surprise, but since the nano-suit instantly responded to his entrance by carrying her to the bunk and assuming the position, she was fairly certain of what was in store for her.

He startled her.

Instead of immediately spearing his member into her, he sprawled over her and began to caress her body worshipfully, stroking her with shaking hands, lightly massaging her breasts and suckling them until she was a morass of sparking nerve endings and thwarted desire.