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She gazed up at him with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry, my Lord," she whispered, unable to prevent her body clenching down on the motionless fingers deep within her sheath as pleasure still pulsed through her.
He said nothing, yet she felt as a wall had come down between them. Or a line had been drawn, between master and slave.
He lips brushed her forehead as his fingers slipped from her heat. She bit her lip as he moved gracefully to his feet and moved toward the archway.
"You don't want me... in that way?" she asked hesitantly, her heart in her throat as she gazed upon his broad back.
He paused, but did not turn. "I want you." The depth of feeling behind those words sent a shiver down her spine.
"Then why..." didn't you take me last night, she added silently, but she was unable to form the words.
"If I came inside of you I might hurt you...or the babe. You are tiny and fragile and I...I am a brute."
Babe.
She was too stunned to reply, barely able to acknowledge the appearance of a guard at the archway demanding the King's attention.
How did he know? She had denied it endlessly to herself, pretending that it was impossibility. She was a slave, a captive on an alien world far from anything friendly or familiar. He couldn't have planted his seed in her belly, not so quickly. Yet not even her reasoning could dampen the bubble of secret joy within her.
How did he feel about it if it were true?
He left here there to mull it over, and she only slowly become aware of another's watchful presence.
"Liana," she murmured coolly, her mind racing as she tried to think how much the other love slave might have witnessed.
The golden woman was strangely pale and still. "You are with child?" Liana demanded curtly.
Jolie bristled at the other woman's tone, even as her face heated. Feeling at a disadvantage, Jolie gracefully rose to her feet, yet even standing, the other woman stood nearly a head taller than Jolie.
Jolie's silence seemed to fuel the other woman's anger.
"You foreign slut," Liana hissed as she advanced on Jolie. "You will not have him, even if you bear his child. He's mine!"
Jolie was unprepared for the slap across her cheek. Her golden eyes widened in surprise and outrage as her hand instinctively flew up to touch her burning cheek. Without thought Jolie reacted, her own hand cracking against the other woman's cheek with surprising force.
Liana screamed in outrage as she lunged at Jolie, the impact sending them toppling back onto the cushions as the other woman tore at Jolie's hair. The breath rushed from Jolie's lungs as Liana bore her down savagely into the cushions, crushing Jolie beneath her solid weight.
Jolie kicked out at Liana as her nails raked down Liana's arms as she tried to buck the crazed woman from her. A gasp of pain escaped Jolie as Liana pinched and twisted her tender nipples, and tears filled her golden eyes.
"Slut!" Liana screamed, and Jolie was unprepared for the hand sliding down over her belly to delve between her thighs, of the fingers seeking between her glistening folds to find the nub hidden within, still swollen from the King's attentions.
Jolie's whole body arched in agony as fingers pinched her there, her thighs snapping close as pain arced through her. As Jolie punched the other woman in the chest, two guards rushed at them, shouting, but Jolie was too angry and upset to understand their alien words as they pulled an enraged Liana off her.
"He's mine!" Liana spat at Jolie as she was half lifted, half dragged away by a large guard.
The second guard drew Jolie abruptly to her feet, never releasing the firm grip on her upper arm as she was marched from the harem's quarters behind a spitting Liana.
~*~
Jolie was forced to her knees next to a slightly subdued Liana and ordered to assume her position by the guard. She did as she was bid, placing her hands at the small of her back and spreading her knees wide, her tiny breasts jutting forward. The position, which had felt so strange to her when she arrived, now felt natural and reassuring.
She waited for what seemed an age, ever conscious of the watchful presence of the guards at her back. Her neck prickled, and she gazed up, her wide golden eyes focusing on the King. This was no longer the lover that had touched and caressed her as she lay sprawled on the cushions, but the intimidating ruler that had conquered her home world.
"Fighting is forbidden among slaves, and cannot go punished."
A shiver raced through her at the cold, impersonal tone.
"Liana, leave us. I will see to your punishment later."
Liana crawled forward and pressed her lips against his feet before swiftly withdrawing from the chamber on her knees, head bowed, tears staining her cheeks. Jolie never saw his silent command to the guard standing behind her, and she swallowed hard to discover herself alone with the King.
She waited silently, uncertain of what was expected of her, for she knew she had done no wrong in protecting herself.
As if reading her mind, he informed her "Both slaves must be punished, little one. Do you understand?"
"But I did nothing wrong," she gasped.
"My rules are inflexible. An example must be set."
Confusion warred with anger as she gazed up at him. "But that is unjust. I did nothing wrong," she repeated.
"You presume to question the authority of your master?" he queried softly, his green eyes narrowed dangerously.
He gazed down upon her defiant loveliness, his jaw clenching as he noted the redness of her cheek. It pained him to punish her, knowing that she was still unused to the ways of his world, and that she had likely suffered at Liana's hands. Yet he would go lightly on her this first time, although she would never know this unless she displeased him again.
Head dropping, she shook her head, her silky strands swaying with the small movement.
"Stand," he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.
She hastily did as he bid, aware of the tightness of his masculine features. She didn't protest as he caught her fragile wrists in one hand as his other hand splayed over her belly. He forced her to walk backwards, until she felt the coolness of the stone wall at her back.
She gazed up warily as he reached for something above her head. A short chain hung from a bolt in the wall, a leather cuff dangling from its end. Before she thought to protest he raised her arms above her head and bound the leather around her wrists, drawing it firm.
Shock held her immobile as he kneeled before her, his hands slipping between her knees and forcing them wide apart as he bound first one ankle then another to chains bolted on either side of her in the wall.
Fear invaded her limbs, leaving her limbs strangely weak. Never had she felt so vulnerable and helpless as she did right then, chained to a wall, a mere slave with no rights in this alien world.
She swallowed hard as he rose to tower over her, dangerously masculine, all powerful. The breath caught in her throat as his fist closed over the sheer cloth of her gown, tearing it from her limbs as sending the gold clasp at her left shoulder spinning across the floor. She gazed up at him with wide golden eyes, unable to explain the frission of excitement spearing low in her belly.
He left her then, only to return a short time later with a small glass jar resting in a gloved hand. It was filled with a soft pink cream, and she watched curiously as he dipped a gloved finger into the cream and smoothed a general dollop over each of her rosy nipple. She sucked in her breath, feeling her nipples pucker instantly into tight buds as the icy coldness penetrated the tender peaks.
She watched uncertainly as he carefully dipped his middle finger into the cream and, with a gentleness that made her heart begin to pound, his fingers parted her nether lips as his middle finger lightly swept over the pulsing nub hidden in their folds.
He moved back, his gaze intent of her face as she squirmed at the coldness invading between her thighs. Soon though, she felt the cream begin to warm from contact with her skin, and was deeply puzzled by this strange form of punishment.
Her confusion began to wane as the warmth turned to a delicious tingling, as though her nipples and nub were being nibbled on by a thousand tiny mouths, sending tiny flames licking through her.
She was conscious of his heated gaze as the stabbing heat on those tender spots began to intensify incredibly, and her ankles strained in their bindings as she sought to ease the burning ache building between her splayed thighs.
"What have you done?" she gasped, as she felt her nerve endings in those three spots come alive, energised by their new found sensitivity to the cream.
He stood silently, watching her, noting the feverish flush high on her cheeks, the glitter in her wide topaz eyes.
Her head fell back against the wall as the burning need between her thighs built almost to the point of unbareableness. "Please," she begged, struggling weakly in her bonds. She could think of nothing more than the need to feel his shaft spearing her tight pussy,of his hands and mouth on her body.
She whimpered as the tension never peaked, yet never waned, her breasts rising and falling in uneven breaths. Swiftly the burning pleasure turned to an agony of torment as he made no move to end her suffering.
Her thighs were spread too far apart, her wrists bound above her head, denying her any means to ease the burning ache. Yet still she tried, her breasts jiggling with her frenzied motions as she tugged on her restraints.
A sob escaped her, and she knew then that she could happily kill him for doing this to her.
When finally the tingling cream begin to wane, she sagged in her bonds as relief coursed through her. Finally her lashes lifted, her golden eyes accusing as they locked with his.
Her gaze dropped to his hands, widening as she saw he applied the cream to a small silver wand no thicker than her pinkie. As he moved toward her she clawed at her bonds, but it was no use. She watched with horrified eyes as he reached down between her thighs and pressed the small rod against her dewy entrance. With sure, twisting motions he slowly eased it up inside of her. She struggled in her bonds, yet it only seemed to worsen her predicament as she felt the icy coldness began to invade her.
"If you let this slip from you, your punishment will only increase," he informed her softly as he rubbed his gloved finger in the cream and lightly reapplied it to her pulsing nub. She squirmed at the exquisite pleasure of the feeling the pressure of his fingers against her for a fraction in time.
She gasped as she felt her body begin to expel the small rod, and she clamped down hard to prevent it from slipping, causing her to moan.
The rod felt strange within her, hard and unyielding, and she fought desperately to keep it inside of her. Soon the dreaded tingling warmth swept between her thighs, the delicious licks of heat tormenting her most sensitive flesh, made only worse by her fierce concentration.
"Oh Goddess," she cried as the torment shot up through her belly and fanned out between her thighs. She rubbed her bottom against the smooth coolness of the stone wall as she sought to distract herself from her torment shooting up through her belly and fanning out between her thighs, knowing now that only time would bring this sweet torment to an end. The tiny rod he had slipped inside her pussy gave her not a moment's respite as pleasure hummed through her, seeking, demanding, but never letting her obtain that pinnacle of release.
Sweat beaded her forehead as she tried to take deep breaths, wanting nothing more than to beg and plead for him to ease the pulsing need eating at her tender pussy.
She went limp when finally the cream began to lose its intensity, her lashes fluttering close. She could have cried as she sensed him before, before his mouth brushed against hers as he gently pinched her sensitive nipples.
"Good girl," he murmured against her mouth as his huge body crowded her, letting her feel the huge hard length straining his breeches.
Her fingers clawed against the leather cuff, wanting to touch him, caress him, yet her punishment denied her even that. She returned his kiss, wanting to swallow him whole, lost to everything but the feel of him.
She squirmed as fingers explored her damp folds, lightly stroking and caressing her. She was barely coherent when he tugged the small rod from her clutching pussy, her hips arching at the delicious pulling sensation. Without warning two fingers thrust up inside of her, stretching her almost painfully, and she tore her mouth from his as she exploded on his hand, her tight walls gripping his fingers as sensations washed over her.
He didn't give her a moment's respite, his long fingers continuing to pump inside of her as his other hand fumbled with his breeches. Her dazed golden eyes lifted to his questioningly as she felt his fingers replaced with the intimidating length of him pressed against her dewy entrance.
"All I can think about is the feel of your tight pussy clenched around my cock," he muttered in answer to her silent question as he began to push up inside of her.
All thoughts flew from her mind as he surged against her, demanding full possession of her tight pussy.
Sweat trickled between her breasts as she struggled to accommodate him, his thick shaft forcing her tight walls apart as he slowly slid up inside of her.
Small pants escaped her as he filled her to bursting, yet still he plowed on, driving into her inch by inch.
He pressed kisses along her brow, his fingers brushing damp tendrils back from her face as forced himself to slow down, to give her time to accept him. He knew that she hurt, that the men of his world were bigger in every way than the men of her own, yet she took all of him as he drove up into her to the hilt.
"That's it," he coaxed as he felt her straining muscles relax slightly as he held himself still inside of her. She was impossibly tiny, yet she was slick with her need, and he groaned as he began to rock inside of her.
Her whimpers were like butterfly kisses to his ears as he ploughed her snug channel, thrusting up into her with long, forceful strokes. He planted his hands flat on the wall on either side of her shoulders as he bunched himself up deep inside of her with long, forceful strokes.
Jolie's eyes welled with tears as he began to move inside of her, her hips squirming as he surged up into her, burning a exquisite path of possession deep inside of her.
Jolie's breath came in panting gasps as he began to pound into her aching pussy with dizzying intensity. Her gaze lowered to the place where their bodies joined, trembling at the sight of his golden masculinity sliding in and out of her pink flesh. Her body, so long denied his, screamed with the agony of his fierce possession, even as she melted on the cock pounding her pussy as she strained to take all of him inside of her.
She moaned as he took her with rapid thrusts, working himself up inside of her with an exquisiteness that bordered on pain, her tight pussy clutching at him. Her fingers clawed against their bonds, wanting to touch him, to explore him, but she was helpless to do anything but receive the driving force of his thrusts as he moved within her. She screamed as pleasure burst between her thighs, her hips arching as she spasmed and rippled around the hard cock thrusting into her with an intensity that left her mindless of all thought.
He rode her hard, his harsh grunts filling the chamber until finally his seed spurted hotly inside of her in short jerks, and she gripped him tightly, her body rippling with the aftershocks.
~*~
She lay on her side, the solid warmth of the King pressed against the curve of her back, his fingers splayed possessively over her belly. When finally he had unbound her wrists and ankles, he had carried her to his chamber and laid her carefully on his cushions.
"It pleases me to inform you of Alverda," he murmured as he brushed his lips against her creamy shoulder.
Her eyes widened. "What news of my home?" she asked breathlessly.
"Your home, Jolie, is here. Do not forget that." Jolie's breath caught as his fingers flexed tightly over her belly before slowly relaxing. She bit her lip at her careless words, and nodded her head slightly, bumping against his chin.
"My youngest brother crossed palms with the princess," he stated evenly.
Jolie's eyes widened in shock, barely registering the feel of his mouth pressing kisses against her scented hair. On her world, the crossing of palms was a commitment ceremony binding a couple for life. Their hands would lay upon each other before the priestess, and a cord would be tied around their wrists as a symbolisation of their commitment to each other. They would then be secluded for the rest of the commitment celebrations between their families, before emerging as a united couple. The priestess would then sever the cord, leaving in place an intangible one.
"Which princess?" she demanded. His hand slipped beneath her arm to cup a soft creamy mound.
"The eldest daughter of King Moliny," he replied, gently kneading the flesh.
"It was her wish?" she asked, her heart in her throat. Her body was helpless to resist as his fingers pinched the rosy tip into a hard bud, sending throbs of pleasure between her sore thighs.
"Ultimately it was her decision, yes," he replied, as she squirmed slightly against him where her bottom nestled against the hardening part of him.
"And she is...well?"
"Yes." He fingers slid down, over her belly to gently rub between the lush pink folds. She tried to ignore the building heat between her thighs as she sought to concentrate on his words as he said "She asked a special boon of me."
When Jolie didn't, couldn't, reply as he eased a long finger up inside of her, he continued quietly. "She asked me of any knowledge I may have of the whereabouts of her youngest sister Jolina. Her parents believed she was fatally wounded in the confusion of our conquest."
"What did you say?" It felt as though a fist squeezed her chest even as she shuddered on the exploring fingers.
"I promised I would do all I could to find her."
"And...and if you found her? You would return her to Alverda?" She trembled in his arms, lashes lowered, feeling the long, hard length of him nestled between her cheeks as he finger worked inside of her love channel.
"No," he replied quietly as he ground himself against her bottom.
"No?" she echoed softly. "But I do not understand. You have what you want, Alverda is conquered. What use to you is a harmless princess...if you found her?"
The breath left her lungs in a shuddery gasp as he guided himself to her dewy gate and, holding her hips, slid up inside of her. She offered no protest as the King pushed against her pussy lips, forcing them to spread over the broad tip of his cock as he began to slowly sheath himself inside of her.
She felt herself stretched around him as he tunneled deeper and deeper inside of her, his hand on her hip holding her squirming body still as he impaled her fully on his thick shaft.
"You forget yourself, little one," he muttered huskily against her ear as he began to rock his heavy cock in her tight pussy, still sore from his earlier possession. "My decision is not for you or anyone else to question."
She moaned at the exquisite friction generated between her thighs as his shaft surged inside her. She quivered in his hold, panting, unable to do anything but accept him inside of her.
"But in answer to your question, little one, I believe she would come to understand my reasons...should I find her."
