Teasing Tilly (16 page)

He curled his arms around her thighs and caught her hands, manacling her wrists with his hands and continued to pull at her clit with the suction of his mouth until she hit orbit and the top of her head flew off.  She gasped, groaned, fought—to no avail.  He pulled at her clit while she climaxed, preventing her spasms from ceasing or even letting up until she was screaming with the intensity of it.

It wasn’t until her body ceased to erupt and her screams petered out to groans that he finally stopped.  She was so sensitive by that time it was pure agony for him to pull and suck at her nipples, but he ignored her whimpers as he had her screams and begging.

When he moved up and aligned his cock with her opening, she thought for several confused moments that it was his knee.

There followed a glorious battle where he pried his sword into her sheathe by dent of superior strength and determination.  The muscles along her channel relaxed fractionally once he’d hit bottom, merely clamping his cock in a vice-like grip as he began his first retreat.  On the second stroke, his anterior appendage grabbed her clit and began trying to suck it off while he began to pound into her with his thick pole.

Dread filled her as she felt her body gathering for another crisis, but she didn’t have long to worry about it.  She hit another peak and went over it while he was getting warmed up.  She was almost to the pinnacle again when he came, stilling abruptly for a space of heartbeats and then pounding into her harder as his body began to shudder and pump his seed into her.

His crisis left her at the altar.

He made up for it by pulling the spent cock from her channel and shoving his posterior cock into her in its place.  That move caught her as she slipped down the mountain and carried her over the top again. 

She was so spent, so thoroughly satisfied—so exhausted she didn’t even know when he left.

She did know when second arrived, though.  He jarred her awake when he dropped onto the mattress and pried her thighs open.

She lifted her eyelids with an effort to see who it was, saw him examining the discarded nano unit with a frown.  He turned to study her face for a moment, looked at the nano-unit again and then dropped it onto the floor and dove over her.

It was a long night. 

Chapter Twenty

It was hard to feel special, Tilly reflected somewhat glumly—and she’d really wanted to.  Actually
had
—until the second showed up and then after him the prince.

No one came after him because he didn’t leave.

Something about the way the commander had acted had made her feel as if it was … momentous in some way, that he was trying to tell her she was special to him.

He’d made her
feel
as if she was … but then the second had come and screwed her for hours and she’d had maybe an hour or two to rest and the prince had arrived.

If she was special, at all, to any of them, would they share?

A human man darned sure wouldn’t!  They were far too territorial!  They didn’t even want to share a woman when she wasn’t the lease bit special to them.

They would if pussy was in short supply and they were desperate, but then they usually hated the woman for it—even if they were second, or third.

Well, maybe especially if they were second or third in line.

She shook her head.  She didn’t understand them—at all.  She didn’t understand the language.  She didn’t understand how their minds worked.  She didn’t understand their customs.  She wasn’t certain she ever would and that bothered her because she couldn’t get comfortable, she couldn’t convince herself that any of the three men who visited her most often cared enough about her to make her safe.

She got out of bed after a few moments and made an unpleasant discovery.

Without the nano-suit, she could barely hobble after all the pounding the night before.  Actually, her poor pussy felt like it had been pounded on most of the night.  It wasn’t just her hip joints that were screaming.

She hadn’t realized, before, that the nano-suit provided so much support—maybe even repaired some of the damage from such extreme use?

She didn’t know, but she did know she’d spent plenty of nights doing the same thing with the entire ship’s crew—and they’d done more than one round with her—and she hadn’t been
this
sore.

She considered that for a moment and realized that the night before had probably been fairly typical in that respect.  She hadn’t had but three partners, but each had gone several rounds before they were satisfied enough to leave.

She could probably have serviced a dozen different men in that time—which she thought was about the number that had visited the other women—unless the aliens were being thoughtful and dividing the men by night?

She wasn’t sure the women were important enough to them for that kind of consideration.  Men, human men, tended to think it was ‘nothing’ to women after all.  They were just a hole and just laid there, didn’t exert themselves much at all.  Why would they have a problem laying on their back and being pounded for hours and hours?

She couldn’t imagine these alien men would be more thoughtful than their human counterparts.

She discovered she had more of a problem than she’d thought when she’d left the bed and headed into the bathroom.

She was completely exposed without the nano-suit and she had no idea how to put it on and activate it.

Thankfully, the prince was standing in the doorway when she opened it with the nano device in her hand.

His gaze moved over her and then he met her gaze and smiled a smile that made everything inside of her flutter and her knees weak.

“I’m naked,” she said plaintively, waving the device at him.

His grin broadened.  “Yes.  I see.”

She didn’t know if he’d understood her or not.  “I can’t go out like this.”

“No.  Distract everyone.”

She gaped at him.

He caught her in his arms, lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed.

She’d
just
bathed!  “I’m hungry,” she whined.

“Me also,” he responded agreeably and began to gnaw on her neck, making her nipples stand at attention.

As if she’d offered them, he swooped down on the nearest and sucked it.

The muscles along Tilly’s channel convulsed.

He teased first one and then the other until she was dizzy with the heat rising inside of her and then pulled away from her, pulled her upright, placed the nano unit on her back and activated it.

The suit immediately toppled her onto her back and spread her thighs, and her genitals, wide.

An unholy gleam lit the prince’s eyes.  Holding her gaze, he leaned down and latched onto her clit, sucking on it until her eyes rolled back into her head.

He released her clit abruptly and sat back. 
“Naughty wench!  I’m hungry.  Quit trying to entice me.”
He lifted a dark brow.  “Eat, yes?  Or fuck first then eat?”

Tilly gaped at him dizzily, feeling a gnawing in her belly that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with his appetite.

He laughed and pulled her up, leading her out of the room.

Thank god for the dang suit!  Her legs felt like cooked spaghetti.

They weren’t the last to arrive at the dining hall.  They were very nearly the first. 

The commander and his crew were already there.

Tilly’s heart skipped several beats, partly in gladness at the sight of the commander, partly in anxiety. 

He didn’t actually smile at her, but his face lightened as his gaze settled on her for a long moment and then moved to the prince.  He bowed.  “Your highness.”

The prince acknowledged the commander and then his subordinates as they, too, saluted their supreme leader. 

He led Tilly to a buffet and filled her plate, to her dismay, with more food than she could possibly hold.  He chuckled at the look on her face.  “I hungry.”

She bit her lip and handed the plate to him.  “I not that hungry.”

He led her to a bench and settled beside her.  The commander and his men joined them and Tilly was torn between self-consciousness, uneasiness, and … well there was no getting around the fact that she was seated with men who’d been her lovers and really wowed her.  She was so excited to be surrounded by them she could hardly force food down her throat.

The self-consciousness and uneasiness had two sources—the men themselves and the other aliens that began to pour into the dining hall and the Earth women who limped in by twos and threes, looking as if they hadn’t slept more than a few minutes all night.

They all looked surprised to see her with a table full of men and then downright resentful.

Tilly focused on her food.

Oh these guys were going to get her into some serious hot water with the other women if they kept this up!

She loved their attention, but she wasn’t certain she wanted a public display if she was going to have to guard her back when they weren’t around.

There was tension at the table, as well, although Tilly was too focused on her own problems, at first, to notice.  Finally, though, she did notice that there was tension between the commander—Torin and the prince.  There was tension between the others, as well, but not so much.

Be careful what you wish for!

When she’d been thinking about feeling special before, though, she
darned
sure hadn’t envisioned creating problems between the commander and his prince!

Her dismay and uneasiness increased when they finished the meal and the prince excused himself and summoned the commander.  She didn’t know whether to be relieved or not when they merely went a short distance away and began to talk.

“There will not be discord between us because of our woman?” the prince asked.

Surprise flickered through Torin.  They had all agreed that they would share all that they had because they had so little.  No one had considered women in that equation at the time because they had only a few of their own women and they did not dare risk them by either fighting over them or fighting to claim one exclusively.  There would be no Merkdar left if they began such a battle.  They all knew that.  They all knew that the future of their species rested with these women and that there
was
no future if anything happened to them.

There wasn’t any real future for the survivors—just a lot of work in rebuilding and the hope that there would be another generation and that, eventually, their species would no longer be endangered.

He—all of his crew—had known when they made the decision to bring the women back to the new colony that they would be expected to share.  None of them were particularly happy about it—in point of fact he hated it!—but he had given his word and a man was nothing if he could not be counted upon to uphold his vows.

No one had anticipated that Prince Rafe would be so enthralled with Tilly, however. 
They
were, but they hadn’t expected anyone else to see her as they did.

And it had been an unacknowledged fear that the prince would demand to have Tilly as his own, exercise his prerogative as a royal.

Torin was both relieved and somewhat uneasy that he might have misinterpreted what the prince had said.  “I am your man, Sire!  You need not fear that I would ever be disloyal,” he responded.

The prince studied him for a long moment.  “You have no idea how much I feel for her.  From the moment I saw her ….  But a monarch must be a man of his word and as loyal to his subjects as they are to him—else he cannot expect to keep their loyalty.  I do not like or want to share her, but we agreed and I will not challenge your prior claim—so long as we are in accord that she belongs to all of us.”

Torin was surprised at his magnanimous gesture—and deeply grateful.  He bowed.  “My loyalty remains steadfast.”  He hesitated.  “I have some concern, however.  I will not argue about sharing her—although I would like to.  But am concerned that she will need her strength to nurture the child and that the other men might not be as careful as you—or me—and my crewmembers.”

The prince nodded.  “We are like-minded, I see.  I will make a law that there will be limited access to women who are breeding—while they are breeding—and then we will see to it that the others are discouraged from going to Tilly for recreation.”  He frowned.  “I am certain we can think up something else after she has had the child—until I can plant my seed.”  He fixed Torin with a hard look.  “I will not yield on that.  I meant it when I said that she would bear a child for me next.”

Torin nodded.  “Of course, your highness!  It never occurred to me to challenge that.”  Because it hadn’t occurred to him that the prince was dead serious.  “Mayhap the law could read—while breeding and during the first year of nurturing?”

“Hmmm.”

“The women will have to breast feed,” Torin prodded.

“Yes!  Very true and that will require very gentle handling!”  He clapped Torin on the shoulder.  “Keep watch over her.  I will have matters to attend today and will have to oversee the construction ….”