Her Alien Masters Page 2

  Antonio had overheard their king commanding Romulus’ castration. He’d hastened to warn Romulus of his impending fate. Together they had led their pursuers on a frantic chase before managing to stow away on a transporter bound for Obsidion, leaving their childhood home behind forever.

  Antonio gestured about the opulent chamber where Romulus would soon bring his mate. “My life since then has been spent hidden away within these four walls, seeing no one but you.” Antonio closed his fingers around Romulus’ cock, his hand shaking slightly as though he could barely control his emotions.

  Romulus couldn’t help his reaction or control the swelling of his flesh at his slave’s arousing touch. But now was hardly an appropriate occasion to slake his lust. “Stop that. We’ve no time. Change my cock jewelry and be done with it. It would insult my mate and her family if I were not to appear for the ceremony at the appointed hour.”

  Antonio pouted, but he stopped his teasing and efficiently removed the thick platinum ring from his Master’s Prince Albert piercing and the matching barbells that decorated his frenum ladder. “Puny jewels, these,” he said as he inserted the bride-gifts, gleaming pure gold set with highly polished cabochon garnets. The dozen barbells marched down the underside of Romulus’ cock and along the center of his ball sac. “One would think she’d have known the gold settings would not show up well against an Aurelonian’s golden skin…”

  “One would think my body slave would have learned his place after so many years. Stow your comments and get a move on. I don’t intend to be late for my mating.”

  Romulus placed the gold and garnet coronet—also a gift from his future mate—atop his head, noting the truth of how the polished metal blended with the burnished gold tone of his skin. Sighing, he stood, determined to do what he had to do. He’d take the jeweler’s daughter in the manner of the Obsidion people.

  Because he knew the woman would be wedding him for his wealth, he told himself she would readily do as he bid. She would be a proper slave as long as he kept her in jewels, furs and rare tidbits from the far reaches of the galaxy. “After our mating, I will introduce her to you. Know this, my beloved Antonio. Though you must stay here, you will be an unseen third party to the vows we take.” Garnet would find wealth, all right. A wealth of Aurelonian mates as well as the gold and other possessions for which she lusted.

  Romulus chuckled as he pictured their first threesome, though he wasn’t all that certain his bride would take calmly to the ménage he had in mind. From the whispers he’d heard since their betrothal was announced, he gathered that Garnet was a feisty creature who thought to rule him, not be ruled. He would show her differently.

  Standing, he strode to the door, but he pierced his slave with a stern gaze then bent and briefly sucked his cock. “Wait here, Antonio. I will return.”

  * * * * *

  “Come, Garnet, you’ve no time for daydreaming. Your mate awaits you.” Pearl let go of the door hangings that hid them from the guests assembled in their father’s receiving hall. “He is magnificent.”

  “What does he look like?”

  “Gold. Pure, burnished gold that’s been buffed to a lustrous sheen. His cock is long and thick—almost as princely as Arik’s. He’s wearing your bride gifts. The cabochon garnets glow nicely against his golden skin, especially the green ones.” Crown Princess Emerald spoke without apparent envy as she shot a loving gaze toward her princely mate who stood beside her, resplendent in black velvet, a diamond coronet perched over his glossy, raven-black hair.

  “The cock jewels were Father’s gifts. Does he also wear the coronet I chose for him?” It still stung Garnet a little that her father had gifted Emerald’s prince with diamonds and platinum, even though she had to admit the diamonds had been a proper gift for the heir to the Diamond Throne. She soothed her ego by reminding herself Arik had chosen to mate with Emerald, not naked as tradition dictated, but encased in a fearsome leather bodysuit that had only bared his long, thick cock. His shamefully unadorned cock.

  “Yes. The gold shines brighter than the burnished gold of his skin.”

  “The man is gold. Pure gold. Wait ’til he takes you with that long, thick cock. You will be a happy woman, that’s certain.” Pearl arranged Garnet’s translucent veil and secured it to her head with an elaborate jeweled tiara that matched the coronet on Romulus’ smooth golden skull. “There. Go quickly now. Lay yourself down before your Master on the altar of submission.”

  Pearl, soon to be mated with the sexbot-maker’s son, seemed to think of nothing but having her cunt invaded by a hot male cock or cocks, for she often said she’d not only take her mate but all his high-tech bots as well.

  Garnet wanted more. Though she’d willingly accommodate her mate’s carnal desires, what she wanted most was access to his wealth. A constant shower of jewels and furs, the houseful of treasures and servants that awaited her—

  Oh gods! Those servants would include the pleasure givers who worked in his famed emporiums. Would Romulus expect her to welcome them to their bed along with him?

  Surely not. She doubted even Emerald, who occasionally whispered about the incredible pleasures to be had from her mate when he had the palace eunuchs join in their carnal games, would approve of that. After all, well-brought-up women on Obsidion did not consort with the sex slaves who plied their trade on the Street of Pleasure.

  It didn’t matter. She’d make certain Romulus was so besotted with her that he’d never even think of summoning any of his sex slaves. Garnet smiled from behind the translucent veil that did little to hide her nakedness from the celebrants and guests.

  No way would she show fear or nervousness. Mating was a ritual to be anticipated, not feared. It is the handover of a woman’s life, her identity, to her life mate, daughter. Her father’s words, spoken last night when he counseled her about her duties, rang in her ears.

  Tradition be damned. Garnet had no intention of giving up her own identity or sharing the owner of Obsidion’s sex slave emporiums with anyone, be they male, female or neutered. The silken bonds her attendants placed about her arms and legs once she’d lain on the altar were merely symbols of subservience that had long been outdated as far as she was concerned. She had no intention of living a life of servitude, however pleasurable some women apparently believed such a life might be.

  No, Garnet would rule her own house. She’d use her considerable charms to woo her fabulously wealthy mate. She’d bind him to her and her alone. Romulus could use his sex slaves to make them yet more wealth—she had no problem at all with that—but his cock would belong to her alone.

  * * * * *

  By the gods, her Aurelonian took her breath away when he strode up to her in the mating chamber. Naked and hard-muscled, he looked like a living statue hewn from pure, burnished shades of gold. Garnet gasped at the sight of him. The large gold ring that dangled from his left nipple looked almost as if it were part of his flesh, only lighter and smoother. By all the gods, he was perfection, from his perfectly formed skull to his long, slender fingers and toes. Her cunt clenched when she imagined his huge bejeweled cock invading her there, filling her with his seed.

  His golden cock. Long and thick, its blunt tip glistened like a rare, succulent apricot from the orchards of Earth’s Federation. The rings she’d sent him shone, paler in tone than his burnished-gold flesh. Alien but beautiful like the rest of him, the blatant symbol of his maleness drew her gaze as he approached the altar through a haze of smoldering incense.

  She was glad to see he wore all the gifts she’d chosen. Had he needed to visit Leander the barber to have his cock and balls pierced to accommodate them? Or had he already worn the types of jewelry Daddy had told her were customary for the men from Aurelion as well as most males from Earth’s Federation? Her namesake gemstones glowed deep red and mottled green in the bright light, contrasting with the warm golden hue of the settings and the deeper tones of his flesh. The jewels, though not as rare as the diamonds and emeralds her father had given
Emerald’s prince, were the perfect foil for the Aurelionian’s big jutting cock and low-hanging testicles.

  He had no hair. Anywhere. His golden head glistened as though he’d just polished it. His cheeks and throat looked smooth, touchable. Other than his nipples and his sex with their darker, textured look of rose gold, his muscular body looked as smooth as the finest satin. Yes, Meredith the matchmaker had found Garnet a fit mate.

  Romulus. It didn’t matter that he came from the planet Aurelion, or that he wasn’t precisely human, wasn’t descended from the Earthlings who had relocated here a couple of generations earlier. What mattered was that Romulus was now the richest man on Obsidion from his business as purveyor of sex slaves for sale and rent. Yes, he was the ideal mate to provide Garnet with all the riches her heart desired.

  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 te
nderness 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.”